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something tragic about you (Geralt x reader)

Part 1

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tw: death of family, physical abuse, canon-typical violence

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A New Day, A New Beginning

Prologue:   

Blue light radiates from the lightsaber clutched in her small sweaty palms. Her grandfather towers over her with his own matching blue lightsaber. 

“While leaning onto your right foot, swing to your left,” He says supportively repeating the actions himself as he speaks. Trying to impress and hopefully move onto the next lesson she leans into her right foot and swings but instead of controlling the saber, it drags her down with its swing. A chuckle escapes his lips as he offers her help up from the ground. “Focus, Jinnie. It’s all about balance.” Taking his hand, she huffs, wiping away the sand from her pants. 

“I know, I know.” She pouts, picking up her lightsaber.  

“Alright. Let’s try this again.” He beams trying to lift her spirits. Her small frame is covered in bruises from years of practice and failing horribly at it.  She attempts the move again and falls once more from the weight of the weapon. 

“Come on Jinnie. Let’s go inside and take a little break.” He offers to help her up but she refuses, getting up on her own. With a deep breath, her grip on the lightsaber tightens. She focuses her attention on the slight hum of its crystal. 

“It’s okay. Let’s just take a break.” She barely hears him over her own racing thoughts. 

All of her focus goes to her surroundings. The feeling of her blood running throughout her body. The stagnant hot air of Tatooine. Her anger and disappointment in herself for failing every day for as long as she can remember. She swings once more but this time she stands her ground. She then steps with her left foot and swings again. Her heart starts pumping faster, the wind around her starts to whip back and forth. She swings again, her breathing grows heavy and desperate.  A smile erupts on her face as she swings again and again till she feels like time itself has stopped to bare witness.  Nothing could stop her in this moment as she continues stepping and swinging her lightsaber, relishing in the deep hum it sings with each attack. It cuts through the air until it crashes into another lightsaber sending shards of energy around her.  As if just now opening her eyes she sees her grandfather standing in front of her. His forehead creased and his eyes filled with worry, transported back in time. 

“Jinnie?” He stays in his position, his lightsaber clashed into her own. 

She holds her position for another moment until her surroundings return to her. As if blinking back into reality she lowers her lightsaber, dropping it down onto the ground. Backing away she looks around unaware of what just transpired. 

“I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” Her small voice cracks, choking on newly formed tears. Her hands shake as she looks down at them. “I promise.” She looks up at him behind tearful eyes. “I didn’t mean to.” He lowers his own weapon, concern, and curiosity written on his face. 

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Jaskier : how’s my singing?

Geralt: it’s like ordering a pie and finding it has no filling.

Jaskier:

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The Siren’s Curse(Headcanon)

Imagine meeting Gerald for years and traveling with him, you're a mermaid creature only at full moon (your mother was human) but you are scared to death of humans, including harmless Jaskier. (Gerald likes to play with her in the water when she turns) A sweet and loving Gerald :))

Okay okay okay

As per usual, whenever Geralt finds an intelligent monster, he won’t kill it. 

That’s what happened when he stumbled across your lagoon.

You didn’t feel the same fear with him as you did with others, and the way the full moon shined off his hair was entrancing. 

He had pulled his sword on you, but the fear still didn’t rise in your stomach.

He settled the weapon when he knew you wouldn’t attack, and knelt down next to the edge of the water. 

“What’s your name?” Asked the Witcher.

“What’s yours?” You respond. 

You didn’t start out close, that first night was quiet flirtation that didn’t span past the edge of the pond. 

When he left you’d wondered if you’d ever see the Witcher again. 

The next time you did see him was midday, with a waxing gibbous moon. You stayed close to the pond, finding the seclusion better than what humans did to beings like her. 

He was seemingly wandering along with his dear companion, stopping for a drink. You were high in a tree looming over the water, hair extending over you to maintain modesty. 

He was looking for... something, absentmindedly. 

Then, a lute caught your attention, loud and jarring. 

♬♪“The Witcher stopped for a piss!” ♪ ♬

You fell from the tree into the lagoon, startling Roach and surprising the Witcher. 

Jaskier stopped in his steps, but that didn’t stop you from hissing. Jaskier pleaded to kill the monster but Geralt just growled and told him to leave.

Jaskier: :o 

But he does, and your sitting in the water with your human legs against your chest, eyes widened.

Geralt took off his armor, walking into the water and leaned down to lift you up.

You hesitated at first, but the same fear for the human didn’t erupt. You trusted him.

He found you fascinating, though he didn’t let it show, other than the remark:

“I’ve never met a creature like you before.” 

You didn’t know if it was your pheromones attracting him, or if he was forward in general, but he swept you up, bringing you onto dry land.

You enjoyed the feeling of his strong arms around you, him draping his cloak around your naked form. 

The horse was a creature you’d never seen before, and when Geralt let you down, Roach nudged her head against yours, and a toothy smile spread across your lips

(You have sharpened canines)

You felt a warm hand on your back, and you looked up at the man who had a gentle smile on his face.

“Would you like to see the world beyond your lagoon?” He invited.

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Nobody: …..

my mind at 3am: * clears throat*  “ Toss a COIN TO YOUR WITCHER! oOOooH VaL-”

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#handsome

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#lovelybottom

The Witcher (2019-)

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The Beast of the Forest

Request: For a request, Perhaps Geralt and Jaskier get robbed by a band of thieves, who is led by a Robin Hood like character (the reader). Upon being captured and led to their encampment, jaskier notices the Geralt likes her because she has created a safe haven for a multitude of magical creatures who wish to live in peace Mx she is a fucking badass btw

So excited to write my first Witcher imagine! Hope you enjoy

TW: Language, graphic imagery

They never saw the attack coming. Jaskier was a distraction, and Geralt concluded that this would be the last time the bard would follow his track, if they survived (this was a common thought, from the elves to the djinn). Their hands were bound, back to back and in a dark room. Jaskier couldn’t see anything(nor would he if he were awake), but Geralt’s vision caught the silhouettes of figures looming around them. His head throbbed from the blow of the hilt of a blade, and anger boiled at the thought of being separated from not only his blades, but Roach as well. If anything happened to her - 

“Well well,” a voice disrupted the thoughts of the Witcher, stepping through what appeared to be a doorway with a candle barely illuminating their face. “What have we here?” Your voice purred from your lips as you examined the two men. The bard was groaning in annoyance, mumbling protests to his companion and the surrounding party. You lean down in front of the more intriguing one, with white hair extending passed his shoulders, and piercing golden eyes that watched you with stoic stubbornness. “A witcher? In my forest?” Your brow cocked as you studied his face, before your smirk grew wider. “Not only that, but the butcher of Blaviken!” A slight chuckle escaped you as you stood up. 

“Let the bard go,” Geralt began, his voice metallic and harsh, his accent dripping with Revalian descent. “Do what you will with me, but the human has done nothing.” His plead was heartwarming, but your smirk did not falter. 

“Now, why would I let our new performer go when we would love some entertainment? His ballads of you are quite catchy,” you announce, and chuckles erupted from around the group, obviously the band of misfits that immediately jumped the Witcher and bard. You slightly hum the popular tune, pacing around them like a cat ready to pounce on its prey. “Let’s say your coming into this forest is a blessing, dear Witcher.” You wave your fingers over the flickering flame of the candle. “We may not have much to offer other than your bard’s life, but we have a monster for you to deal with.” The cocky nature of your expression faltered for only a moment, but Geralt caught on. He knew this was more than greed, people’s lives were at stake. Still, the circumstances pissed him off. 

“I won’t do shit for you…” He muttered through gritted teeth, but something tugged at him. “Not unless you let the human go.” Geralt was a stubborn man, but if there were people in need, he’d help, regardless of the situation (though this one tested his patience).

“Oh in the mood for bargaining hm?” Your eyes wandered from the silver hair to that of the music man, still passed out from the potion. Silence loomed the air as you thought, but your pride wasn’t without falter. “And what will stop you from attacking once he’s free?” You inquired, though you had already made your decision.

“My word.” His tone was clear, if not raspy. You’d have to trust a Witcher was good for his world? Alright then. You leaned down, a hidden blade revealing itself as it pressed against the bard’s wrist and swiped up, ridding him of the restraints as his body toppled over. That seemed to be enough to rise him from slumber as you repeated the motion on Geralt. 

“Fuck! Good god…. Where - Geralt! Where are we?” Jaskier pushed up from the ground, rubbing dirt from his brow as he looked into the darkness. You nodded once to those watching the situation, and they began to filter out. Geralt realized they were there in case things turned sour against their leader. The witcher rubbed his wrists and stood up, ignoring the noisy man stumbling up. 

“Where is this monster?” He muttered, staring down at you with golden eyes. He was a good head taller than you, and the broad of his shoulders led him to be an intimidating individual. Still, you stood your ground, silence as you lead him out of the tent. 

Geralt had expected a lot of things; hooligans sharpening weapons, bandits fighting each other, mayhem in the camp of thieves. What he couldn’t anticipate was being wrong. Creatures that would only be susceptible to his silver blade wandered around, from elves to sylvan, even a bruxa walked around, daylight beaming on her skin. All lived in peace, but Geralt’s hand twitched for his sword, especially for the monsters he’s encountered before. He watched with suspicion, as a young cyclops - at least, younger than Geralt knew they could be called out. 

“Y/N!” The young girl shouted, running up to you and tugging your shirt. You leaned down to the young ones height as she whispered in your ear, and a warm smile touched your lips, resting a hand on your shoulder. 

“Well, you tell Miron that if he doesn’t show you respect, I’ll show him my boot!” You joked, lightly kicking out your foot as the girl laughed and ran off. Geralt watched carefully as Jaskier tried to come up with a plan, whispering all too loudly to Geralt, who was point blank ignoring him. Few things surprised the Witcher, but seeing creatures that would often meet the end of his sword talking intelligently to what appears to be nothing more than a human caught him off guard. 

“Y/N, was it?” Geralt asked, cocking a brow as you turned to him. “What is this monster your talking about?” Reality returned to you as you responded, looking back at him momentarily as you made your way to the edge of the camp. 

“We’ve recently had… animal attacks, at least, that’s what I’m saying.” Your tone was hushed, almost whisper to yourself, but you knew the heightened senses of the Witcher could hear. As you got closer to the edge and farther from the citizens, you continued. “He attacks at midnight, no earlier or later. We notice a circle of ash surrounded by the victims remains. We call him the Beast, but he has to be a-”

“A hellhound.” Geralt finished, watching you with careful eyes. You nod in confirmation.

“Not only that, he’s been turning our dogs into barghests, killing them and summoning his lackeys into their corpses.” You spoke this through gritted teeth, your own deer pet becoming susceptible to the attack. The empathetic side of Geralt understood, but his exterior was stoic.

“And you need me to kill it.” He continued, and you looked back at him as you stood at the edge of the forest. 

“We can’t compensate you, our funds go to those who are in need, which renders us broke.” You crossed your arms over your chest, not in defiance but in worry.

“Well, we’re poor-” Jaskier began, before feeling the brute end of Geralt’s elbow. 

“We’ll discuss compensation after the beast is killed. Can’t have a demon roaming on this plane.” Geralt said calmly, watching you carefully as you relaxed, another genuine smile touching your lips. 

“I thank you for your generosity, considering the circumstances.” You nodded to the camp, reminding them of their capture.

“I should say so-” Jaskier began, baffled by Geralt’s choice. Then he remembered, Geralt acted this way when Yennefer had entered the bar. He accepted to be near the beauty. Perhaps this was a similar situation. The connection between you two was apparent, Jaskier’s voice managing to not interrupt the eye contact. 

“I’ll show you where you may stay until Midnight.” You mutter, walking passed the two as heat climbed your face. What you didn’t notice was a slight tug on the Witcher’s lips.

Nightfall came, Jaskier was fast asleep in the bearskin blankets as Geralt wrapped his armor around his body, fitting comfortably as he downed his tawny owl, grimacing for a mere second before making his way out of a guest tent. He looked through the darkness, feeling the breaths of different creatures from a mile away, including dogs that were not breathing like they should. Another breath intervened, that of a human, as well as steps coming towards him. Quicker than lightning itself, you felt steel on your neck, not entering your skin but enough pressure to make you halt. You felt your pulse quicken but that didn’t stop you from smirking.

“And I thought it was customary to take a girl out to dinner before pulling your sword on her.” You said calmly, though your heart rate betrayed you. Geralt side and dropped his weapon, looking up at you carefully.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to sneak up on a Witcher?” He muttered rhetorically. That’s when you got a good look at his face. His eyes were dark, as if pupil encapsulated their entirety, his skin was like chalk, as if he were nothing more than a ghost. For some reason you felt your entire skin prickle under his gaze. 

“Where I’m from, it’s not very common to meet a Witcher.” You responded, forcing your voice not to waver. As you spoke, a howl rippled through the air, not close but not far. Both your gazes washed over the dark treeline. Geralt let out a quiet grunt.

“It’s time for you to go home.” He said, looking back towards you. Immediately you protested, pulling out your own blade. Any decent hunter, let alone a Witcher, would recognize the silver that would aid in cutting down a monster. 

“No, I’m helping. This is my home, my family. I’ve failed them already I can’t again.” Your brow furrowed. Geralt thought for a moment, looking over you closely. You were able bodied, strong, but all callouses looked new, no more than five years old. The determination was attractive to say the least, and the man felt the desire to never say no to you.

“Stay close.” He said, walking towards the treeline and into the darkness. You didn’t dare challenge his order. His steps were pure silence compared to yours, stalking his prey with a clumsy fool by his side.

“Why did you wander into these woods anyways? There’s no main road.” You nearly whispered so anyone listening couldn’t hear. 

“I could ask you the same.” He responded, deterring the conversation. You gnawed your lip deciding if you should offer your truth to him, and let out a sigh.

“My kingdom was attacked my Nilfgaard, same as the rest of the continent.” You muttered solemnly. “The main reason was my parents believed that humans and elves could live in harmony. While most of the world disagreed, Nilfgaard took action to… rectify the world of their rule.” Your words were quiet to the world, but Geralt heard everyone.

“So then…” Geralt insinuated, looking over to you as you nodded.

“I was, at one point, a princess.” A smile touched my lips, before looking back at the distant camp. “Now, I rule for them.” The witcher watched you closely as you talked, the way your eyes glistened as you reminisce about your past, how your fingers played with a lock of your hair. You were fascinating to him. 

“Explains the sword. You’re braver than most, Y/N.” He complimented, turning his gaze back to the trees. You were sure he could hear your heart pick up at his words, but you did nothing but smile.

“Thank you, Geralt.” you said softly, tightening your grip on your sword so you may calm your heart rate. “Well then, I believe it is your-”

Before you were able to speak, a large creature pounced on you, causing you to scream and the blade to fall from your grip. A burning sensation marked your shoulder as the beast gnawed into it, nearly ripping the skin from your bones. A blood curdling scream passed through your lips, the world white with pain. The gnawing ceased almost instantly, but the pain remained. You felt everything fall from you, unable to move, unable to scream. You could hear a call, but it sounded so far away. 

Your whole body ached, but more specifically your shoulder felt as if it would’ve been better if it was gone. Your eyes twitched open, wincing at the light around you as you slowly sat up. Your shirt was gone, upper body wrapped in clean cloth, a stain of blood running through where the wound was at its worst. You looked around to get your bearings, and saw a white haired man sitting in a chair, asleep. You slowly slid out of the bed, wincing at the throb on your shoulder as you walked over to Geralt, watching as his breath passed through his lips, he seemed so calm, the stoic air around him nothing more than a peaceful aura. You slowly slid onto your knees, studying his face as you pushed a strand a hair from his eyes. This was enough to cause him to stir, but you didn’t move. Neither did he, besides the flickering of his eyes opening, and a calming breath as  he looked over you. 

“You’re awake.” He said plainly though his eyebrows rose in subtle shock. 

“You saved my life.” You returned, gently resting your hand on his. “I have no idea how to repay you.” He looked down at the hand on his, twisting his palm to grab ahold of your fingers and raise them to his lips. They were softer than you expected as they pressed against your knuckle, and your heart raced in response.

“Survive.” He said calmly, setting your hand back down. You watched his gaze closely as you slowly sat up, closing the distance between the two of you. The lips that met your knuckles now kissed your own, his hand traveling to your cheek as you leaned into him. The feeling was euphoric, all to perfect.

That is, until a certain bard stormed through the tent. 

“Geralt, we can’t keep waiting for her, we must leave! I am not comf-...” Jaskier stopped in his tracks, forcing the two of you to separate, despite that being the last thing you wanted. Your forehead rested on his for a moment before you sat back and stood up. 

“Perhaps it is time you were on your way, I’ll ask someone to fetch your mare.” You smiled, slipping on a loose gown for modesty. It was hard with your arm, but with gentle maneuvering you made it. “Thank you, again.” You said calmly, stepping out of the tent. Many people were ecstatic to see you moving, and you requested Roach be returned to the Witcher. The exchange was much too fast, shortening the time between you and Geralt gazing at each other longingly.

“Maybe next time you’ll answer my question?” You asked, running your fingers along Roach’s snout. Geralt’s eyes were warm as he mounted his steed.

“Maybe.” He said calmly, nodding gently to you as he rode off, Jaskier close behind with annoying words carrying around the camp. Suddenly, the pain in your shoulder didn’t hurt much anymore, it was your heart that took the blow. 

You hoped he’d answer your question.

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