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Early - Geralt x F!Reader

Summary: Waking up, Geralt finds you attached to his back and you whine about how early it is

With the sun coming through the window, Geralt slowly opens his eyes. He blocks the sun out of his face with his face as it's blinding.

He shifts a bit to feel your body up against his. He turns his head to see the top of yours.

Moving more onto his back, you instinctively move out of the way before laying your head against where his arm met his shoulder.

He slithers his arm underneath your neck to pull your naked body against his.

“Stop moving, it’s early.” You mumble, nuzzling your face against the top of his shoulder. 

“Hm,” is his response. 

He starts to draw random lines on your back and side.

“Wake me up when we need to go.”

Seconds of silence go past until he says, “We need to go now.”

Groaning, you turn your body away from his, his arm still rested under your neck and the back of your body against his side.

His body moves to be over yours, himself making you lie on your back, your eyes closed.

“We gotta go. That bard is going to waltz into this room and will demand us to go.”

Opening your eyes, you look into his golden ones. “We will go now if I get to sit on Roach and take a nap.”

You raise your hand to trace over his face.

“Hm. Fine.” He gets out of bed to get into his clothes, yourself staying in the bed and rolling onto your stomach in the middle of the furniture.

“It’s so fucking early!”

I'd love to request a geralt x reader with ❝  i never realized how much i needed you until you were the one person who wasn’t there.  ❞ in which geralt realizes his feelings :)

Dearest <3 I absolutely LOVED this reauest, and I've been wanting to write it for days, but first I got sick, then I nearly chopped the tip of my thumb off, BUT here we are now, and I finished it (thanks to @writingmysanity for putting the idea with the portal in my head, makes it even better)

(I’m always happy to receive requests, so if you want to, send some in. If you need inspiration, here are some prompt lists )

Pairing: Geralt x fem!Reader Warnings: None? I guess Word count: 3408

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“Guess it's time to say goodbye,” you said, trying to sound chipper, when actually you didn't want to leave the two men alone again, but you'd been by their side for a couple of months now, sharing their journey, and now, that the winter was coming, they had to make their way to Kaer Morhen. It would be Jaskier's second time at the keep, because Geralt had taken him along the year before, after he'd nearly lost his life, and Geralt hadn't wanted to leave the bard out of sight. So, naturally, he was coming along this year as well. He'd gotten along so well with the other Witchers in the end, that there simply wasn't another choice. Though Geralt could do with some peace and quiet, he wouldn't leave Jaskier behind. After all, the bard would have plenty other people to talk to and sing to up there, so that Geralt could excuse himself. But you... They'd brought you back home, because this was what you'd talked about. Join them on their journey, and when you came back to your town, they'd drop you off here safely again. And they'd done just that, had scheduled it for the end, so that they could make their way to Kaer Morhen after this. But were you really okay with saying goodbye now? No. No, you weren't, but what else was there to do? Tell Geralt that you didn't want to part ways with him – with Jaskier as well, because you'd grown quite fond of the bard – because you'd fallen completely and utterly in love with him? No, that would only get your heart crushed in the process, which you weren't ready for. Sure, there had been moments, when you'd thought that he might have feelings for you, that it wasn't only a one-sided thing, but these moments had been brief, interrupted, and there would never have come anything off them. It was better to just write it off, write him off, and remember the time you'd had together, the adventure.

“Gods, I'll miss you, Y/N!” Jaskier heaved a sigh, wrapping his arms around your body to hold you close. Yes, you did love the bard as well, like a big brother, and gods, you'd miss him. Sometimes you'd wanted him to just be quiet, but you knew that you'd miss his talking, his singing the moment he was gone.

“I'll miss you, too.” You buried your face against his shoulder, closing your eyes, hoping that the tears would not spill down your cheeks. For a moment, you stayed like this, breathing in his scent, so that you would remember it once they were gone, and it helped to keep the tears at bay. Once you parted, though, you had to turn to Geralt, not sure what it was you were reading in his face.

“Take care of yourself. I'll know if you don't.” Geralt smiled fondly at you, before he pulled you into a hug, his strong hands resting gently on your back. You didn't want to let go, hugged him a little tighter for a moment. Slowly you raised your head to look at him.

“I'll try my best, only if you try to take care of yourself as well.” You managed to smile up at him, getting lost in his eyes golden eyes for a moment, holding your breath. You didn't want this moment to end, but you knew it would, and staring into his eyes, being so close to him, wasn't exactly helping you to let go.

“I'll try my best,” said Geralt, repeating your own words, cracking another smile, before he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. It was time for you to let go, or you'd do or say something stupid, something that would ruin all of this, so you stepped out of his embrace to turn to the bard again.

“Keep an eye on him for me, will you?” you asked Jaskier.

“Of course, my dear.” Jaskier reached for your hand to give it one last squeeze before they got on their way. You had to break it off like that, or you wouldn't have let them go. Turning away from them was probably the hardest thing you'd have to do in your life, but standing there, watching them leave, would only have made this goodbye even harder for you than it already was.

Geralt was... odd to say the least. Jaskier and Yennefer had been watching him every since they'd arrived at Kaer Morhen, and Jaskier even after they'd parted from you. He'd been happy to see his brothers again, of course, but after their welcome, Geralt had pulled back from the group, had spent more time around the horses than around his brothers. He'd tried of course, but even Yen had seen how often he'd been lost in thought, or had at least appeared to be.

“Just admit that you miss her,” Jaskier said one day, visiting Geralt outside where he was taking care of Roach, combing her mane. Yennefer was with him, maybe just for moral support or to keep Geralt off his back, considering what he wanted to tell the Witcher. Geralt still had his back turned to both of them, but he knew that Yen was there with the bard.

“It's none of your business,” he said, not even asking who Jaskier was talking about, which only made the bard smile.

“So, you don't even have to ask who I'm talking about, proving my point.” The triumph could be heard in his voice for a moment, but the concern about his friend quickly won over again.

“I've never seen you so miserable, Geralt.” Now, it was Yennefer wo spoke up, taking a step towards the Witcher, stepping into his line of view behind Roach, but he didn't raise his head. A simple hmm from his side was all they got right now, which only served to make Yen roll her eyes at him.

“I've seen the way you look at her, especially when you think nobody's watching, or at least not her. The glances you stole, the way you smiled at her? Geralt, come ON. Get your head out of your ass and own up to it.” Now, it was Jaskier's turn to roll his eyes. Maybe, he should have said something sooner, but he had wanted them to realize it themselves, and he'd been holding out hope even after you'd parted ways, but Geralt hat disappointed him. It was no surprise that you hadn't said anything, because you hadn't seen how Geralt had looked at you – but Geralt had had to see the way you'd looked at him, right? Because you hadn't hid it as well, had been caught by Geralt himself every now and again. By now Jaskier wished he would have said something before they'd left you in your town.

“Can't you just let it rest?” There was a pleading note in Geralt's voice, when he turned around seemingly finished with Roach and kind of desperate to get away from the two.

“No, we can't. Look at yourself! You zone out all the time, you do not enjoy the company of your brothers like you usually do. You spent more time out here than with your family, because the fresh air, the work, it clears your head.” Yen was getting frustrated with the white wolf, which was nothing new, but normally it wasn't about a woman that was occupying his mind, and she knew, she just knew, that you were on his mind all the time.

“So?” Geralt turned to face them in one swift motion, looking like he was ready to rip them apart if they didn't shut up now.

“Are you really that blind? That stupid? You miss her, it's obvious. Gods, I miss her as well, but not like you do.” Jaskier shook his head and despite the look on Geralt's face, he even took a step towards the Witcher. “Have you never seen the way she looks at you?” That made Geralt's features soften, interest shining in his eyes, because he didn't know what Jaskier was talking about, so he shook his head. “You're really that oblivious, huh?” Jaskier shook his head. He should have said something apparently, then they might not be standing here right now. “Melitele help me! She'd been looking at you the way you've been looking at her all the time. With that longing in her eyes, hoping that you'd notice and not leave her back in her little town. She loves you, Geralt, have you really not noticed?”

“Why would she love me?” Geralt asked, genuine concern in his eyes, because he couldn't understand. He hadn't even been able to label his own feelings for you, but he had kind of known what it was, trying his best to ignore it, because he was sure that you deserved so much better than him.

“That's what you'll have to ask her. But stop putting yourself down like this. That's not like you. I've never seen you so uncertain.” Yennefer scrutinised him, trying to figure out what was going on in his head, though she could already guess what it was. The self-doubt was something she'd struggled with earlier in her life, but by now... and apparently Geralt had to fight that right now.

“Just... go to her and tell her what you feel. Tell her that you missed her ever since we parted ways. That you've been miserable without her.” Geralt rolled his eyes at the bard's words, but there was the hint of a smile on his lips. “Don't deny it. Just be honest with her.”

“Even if I were to go to her... It will take me days to get there, if I even make it through the snow out there.”

“That's something I can help with.” The smile on Yen's lips made even Geralt worried. He knew her, knew what she was capable of, so it was only logical that he worried what she was coming up with.

“Yeah, we talked about that.”

Before Geralt could do or say anything else, Yennefer had conjured up a portal to your town, and Jaskier all but kicked the Witcher through it, something he well deserved in Jaskier's eyes.

“Say hi from us!” he yelled after the Witcher before the portal closed, leaving behind a witch and a bard who were snickering to themselves, obviously proud of what they'd just done.

It felt like there was a hole in your heart, like something, someone was missing ever since you'd parted ways with the two men you'd grown to love. Being back in your own home, it just felt... empty, quiet, cold despite the fire burning to warm the whole room. You'd tried to distract yourself, tried to meet other people, and you'd been out there, telling your friends about the adventures you'd shared, a gleam in your eyes. Once you returned home, though, you felt hollow again. Still, you were hoping that this feeling would cease, that you would start to forget about your feelings for the Witcher and really, fully return back home, so that you could start over, get to know new people, maybe even a man. Right now, though, that wasn't possible for you. You met with your friends to get out of the house, but apart from that, you felt better on your own. The last few days, the weather had been in your favour, when it came to this, because the snow outside didn't really invite you to leave the house except for when it was necessary. Right now, you would be able to make it through another couple of days without needing anything. You had enough food, enough wood to keep the fire burning, and you could finally read all the books that had been waiting for you. A different kind of adventure, because when you couldn't be with the one your heart belonged to, you could read about those who could.

It was late when the knock on your door nearly made you jump out of your comfortable seat. You put the book aside, wrapped the blanket around your shoulders to brace yourself against the cold that would come in, and went to open the door. You didn't expect anyone, but maybe it was your sister checking up on you, since she hadn't heard from you in two days. Being away from home for so long had made your sister worry all the time, but you'd do it all again in a heartbeat if it meant that you could travel with Geralt and Jaskier again.

Ready to immediately tell you sister that you were alright and she didn't need to worry, you opened the door, only to see someone standing there, whom you never would have expected.

“Geralt?!” half question, half surprised gasp, but it managed to make the Witcher smile down at you. You felt your knees go weak for a moment, not really sure whether he was really standing there or not, so you reached out your hand, pressed it flat against his chest.

“Y/N. Can I come in?” His voice was softer than what you were used to. Your eyes landed on his hand that was now covering yours on his chest. A nod was all that you were able to manage right now, still confused, thrilled about this situation. When Geralt closed the door behind him with a thud, you looked up at him again. “Sorry to disturb you like that.” He let his eyes roam around for a moment, before they landed on you again. He'd only managed to stop himself from just barging in without knocking, because he hadn't wanted to find you here with someone else. Not that he thought you were that kind of person, but in the end, Jaskier's interpretation could have been wrong, and you could be here right now finding your happiness with someone else.

“You're not disturbing me... I was just reading. Enjoying the peace and quiet here.” Slowly you pulled your hand back from beneath his, because it felt like the skin on skin contact was nearly burning you. Everything inside you longed to be near him, as close to him as possible, but that would make saying goodbye again only more painful, so you stepped back from him. “Can I make you tea?” You already turned around to go to the kitchen, when Geralt grabbed hold of your wrist to stop you from walking away.

“I need to tell you something first.” Because if you left him standing here now, he might not be able to tell you what was on the tip of his tongue right now. Because he would have too much time to mull things over again. He hadn't come here straight away, had walked around for some time, before the darkness had surrounded him and he'd made his way to your home, finally able to tell you what was on his mind. You swallowed hard before you turned around, not really knowing what to expect, when you hadn't expected him here at all, ever. “Ever since we left you here, I've been miserable as Yen and Jaskier would say.” There was a smile forming on his lips, when he pulled you a little closer, his fingers loosening around your wrist, slowly stroking along your fingers, before he took your hand in his. “And they're right. I was back home among my brothers, and I couldn't really enjoy it, because my thoughts were elsewhere. They were here with you, wondering what you were doing, who you were with...” For a short moment, Geralt pressed his lips together, not wanting to think about you with someone else, some other man sharing your bed, even getting your attention. “You know... I never realised how much I needed you, until you were the one person who wasn't there.”

“Geralt...” His name was a mere whisper on your lips. Had he really just said what you thought he'd said? Or was this some kind of trick someone was playing on you? This was what you'd been longing for, what you'd secretly been hoping for all this time, and even when you'd parted ways, you'd still hoped that he would return after the winter and find you again. Now, he was standing there right in front of you, telling you that he needed you. It made your breath hitch in your throat when you tried to say something more. Your words simply failed you, but he could most definitely hear your heart that was beating rapidly in your chest upon hearing the words.

“I understand if this is too much all at once, but -”

“Geralt!” you said again, this time with more strength to your voice, but you still weren't able to put into words everything that was going on inside you, everything that he made you feel, but he looked yo worried, so uncertain, that you had to say something. Or do something. Where words failed you, you let actions speak louder than any words could. So you took one more step closer, stopping right in front of him, and rose to the balls of your feet, framed his face with your hands and pulled him down to close the distance so you could kiss him. Finally, after all these months that you'd been longing to do this, you finally got a taste of his lips – and it was sweeter than you could have ever imagined.

Geralt's hands landed on your waist, keeping you close to him, and what started out as a sweet, almost innocent kiss, quickly turned into something else, something carnal, something that tasted like more. While you would have loved to keep going like this, see where this would lead you, you had to break the kiss to get some air into your lungs – and tell Geralt what you hadn't been able to say before the kiss. Your hands dropped down to his shoulder, stayed there for a moment, before your right hand rose again to start playing with his hair a little.

“It's not too much, not at all,” you eventually managed to say, slowly opening your eyes to look into his. “I just... never expected you to feel the same way that I do. I never wanted to leave you and stay here.”

Geralt raised his hand to brush a few loose strands of hair from you face, cupping your cheek afterwards, a smile on his lips.

“And I never thought you could feel the same way for me, because of who I am... WHAT I am. I should have known you better.”

“Geralt, I love you for who you are, for the way you treat the people you care for, for the way you smile about Jaskier's stupid jokes, when you think nobody is watching you. For the way -”

“Alright, alright. If you don't stop, you're going to make me blush,” Geralt said with a chuckle, running his fingers along your arm, stopping at your elbow to place his hand back on your waist again.

“I didn't know Witchers could blush,” you teased, smiling to yourself.

“Believe me, with these words, you'll make even me blush, Y/N.” He leaned down to steal another kiss from your lips, not really wanting to part again, but he had something else to tell you. “I love you.”

“And I love you. I didn't expect any of this, I didn't expect to fall in love with you or that you would come back or -”

“Y/N!” he cut you off again, couldn't help the little laugh that escaped his lips. “Will you shut up?” Oh, you had a lot more to say to him, but as if to ensure that you wouldn't start talking again, he simply kissed you – not that you were mad about it, quite the contrary. You melted against him, held onto him, as if he was the air you needed to breathe in order to stay alive. You had all night to do this, and all of the next day. You certainly wouldn't let go of him for some time.

Healing Hands. || Geralt of Rivia x F!Reader. [ONESHOT.]

There are not many beings that Geralt trusts to tend to his wounds. Amongst the limited few is a novice woodland witch - one that he’s long felt affection for.

Explicit Sexual Content. Witch!Reader. Hurt/Comfort Elements.

WARNINGS: 18+ ONLY. Wounds and Injuries. Explicit Sex (F!Receiving Oral & Vaginal). Reader Has Long Hair - But No Other Physical Descriptions Used. Not Beta Read. Minorly Edited.

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“Why do you always have to end up like this?”

The words are spoken more to yourself than him. Muttered. Annoyed. Yet, simultaneously gentle and concerned. Just like the brush of your fingers are you pack herbs around his wound - holding them in place as you wind the bandage tighter around his muscled side.

Geralt only hums. The heat of your cottage and the warmth of your touch is nice. Comforting. He knows that he can relax here. That he’s safe with you.

Yet, your displeasure at his state remains obvious.

His hands raise. They settle on your hips. Insistent, yet gentle - broad and strong as he slowly tries to reel you in. Wanting to bring you closer to where he sits upon your bed. Ignoring the fact that even now as you stand above - straddling his legs while tending to his wounds - you’re not far from him at all.

Still, he needs more.

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Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x reader.

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Summary: Being rescued by the Witcher after being accused of being a Witch was the last thing you expected in life. But it looks like kindness can go a long way if shown to the right people.

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Warnings: Mention of murder, beast slaying, taming wild animals, witch hunting, the reader is beaten up and was about to get burned alive.

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The Witcher was finally in town, it was pretty clear from how the people were crowding towards a certain white haired man who stood besides a horse.

The crowd was sneering at the Witcher, calling him names and yelling at him, as if the Witcher was nothing but a mere dirty dog in their eyes. The Mayor of our town finally made an appearance, making the angry people go silent as they all waited for their "king" to speak.

"Ah, Witcher! We have been waiting for your arrival." The mayor chuckled, walking towards the Witcher, who stood tall amongst the crowd, clearly used to the sneering and insults of the people.

"There is an unknown monster lurking in the forest near our town, it had already murdered two people brutally. We need you to take care of the monster." The Mayor spoke as the people continued to glare at the Witcher. Some mothers even went as far as to try and 'shield' their kid from him as if he was the monster that would tear apart their children.

You stood slightly far from the crowd, watching everything occur as you scoffed at the hostility of the people towards the Witcher.

"They are acting as if he can't just kill them all in an instant..." You mumbled, chuckling darkly.

"You better be as good as they say you are, Witcher." Someone hissed, staring at the Witcher in disdain as they tried to stare him down. The Witcher ignored them all as he looked at the Mayor, nodding silently as the Mayor handed him a bag filled with coins.

"Where is the beast?" Asked the Witcher, making you sigh as the people started to talk about the beast all at once. Half of them were made up while the other half were useless.

Finally, the mayor explained everything that they knew about the beast, and where it attacks. You listened intensely, still standing away from the crowd as you stared at the ground in focus.

The Witcher nodded along, before he started to walk in the direction of the forest that was now forbiddened from entering for the safety of the people. You quickly walked in the opposite direction before entering an alley that lead towards the forest as you tried to track down the Witcher.

"Stop following me." A gruff voice said from behind you, making you jump as you turned around to face the dark and tall figure in front of you.

"Oh! It's you..." You sighed in relief, making the Witcher frown.

"Um... Mister... Uh.. sir? Whichever you prefer, I have some information about the beast that might help you." You chuckled nervously, looking around to see if someone was spying on you. You might get in trouble if you were to be seen with the Witcher alone.

"Speak."

You glanced at the Witcher before nodding, "Well... If you think the attack is being done by some sort of animal like a wolf, it's not true. It's not a wolf." You said quickly.

"What makes you think that?"

"W-well-... A wolf was injured because of the said beast and the wounds didn't look like it was from a wolf fight either so..." You mumbled, trying not to act suspicious.

The Witcher stared at you silently. You were acting suspicious and it was evident by the way you talked that you knew more than you told him. The Witcher took a step towards you, making you look up, still standing your ground nervously.

Witcher frowned at your weird behaviour, you were scared but not because of him, but because of something else. Something else was making you nervous.

He opened his mouth to speak before a sudden growl intrupted him, making both of them tense up as he grabbed his sword, stepping in front of you protectively. A wolf stood before them, glaring and growling at the Witcher, ready to pounce.

"Stay back-" The Witcher mumbled was unheard as you stood in front of him, glaring at the wolf.

"Sky!" You hissed, still standing in front of the Witcher. It would've amused him if they weren't in a tense situation. You, a young girl, perhaps in your mid 20s, standing before the Witcher with no weapons, as the Witcher behind you towered you with his height. You looked tiny compared to his frame, both height and muscle wise.

The Witcher felt annoyed at your pathetic attempt to tame a wild wolf, as if the wolf would suddenly transform into a domesticated puppy and obey your every command.

The wolf continued to growl but it slowly started to approach you, the wolf stance becoming slightly relaxed as it stared at you and your hand that was outstretched in front of you. The Witcher looked at the exchange in slight confusion, his expression was still stoic but he felt confused.

"Sky, come on, what did I tell you about jumping in front of guests like a beast? Hmm?" You mumbled as you patted the wolf, the wolf's tail wagging behind him.

"You... Tamed the injured wolf..?" Asked the Witcher, eyeing them warily. It's not everyday that someone saves a wolf, let alone tame them.

"I would prefer 'befriended' and yes, I did. He is a sweetheart. That is also why I wanted to warn you that this wolf is not the beast. Oh! And the beast also does not live here. It lives deeper into the woods, this area is just the edge of the forest. The people... They forgot to mention something important." You glanced at him as you stood up, the wolf standing besides you in his fully height, his black fur and tall height made it look intimidating, the wolf looked strong and but the bandages around his torso also did not go unnoticed by the Witcher, making him believe the story that you told him about patching up a wounded wolf even though it sounded bizarre and made up.

"What is it?"

You bite your lips, looking at the forest, deep in thoughts before finally speaking.

"The town people provoked the beast. Some drunkards wanted to prove to the people that there was no such beast residing in the depths of the woods, so they went ahead despite the warnings and... Well, only their mangled up bodies made it back here. That's why the people think that the beast resides in the edge of the forest and not deep within."

The Witcher's frown, staring at you for a while before speaking.

"They knew that there was a beast?"

You nodded, "The beast is older than most of us, the tales have been circulating amongst the people since past few generations, it can probably be dated back to the generation of our grandparents, something similar happened but this time, the beast is... More angry. It didn't kill people before like it did now, or at least that's what the people say."

The Witcher sighed at your words. This was more work than he intended to do. If the beast was as old as you said it was, then it wouldn't die without putting up a great fight and he was in no position to get into a full-on battle in his tired state.

"Sir..? You look tired, and I doubt the villagers asked you to rest or offered you food, would you..." You trailed off, laughing awkwardly as you stared at the Wolf, Sky, instead of the Witcher as you continued in a quiet manner, "Like something to eat?"

The Witcher froze, not expecting an act of kindness, especially from someone like you. He stared at you suspiciously, thinking that you had ulterior motives to offer him something like that. You looked at him in alarm, as if sensing his chain of thoughts as you waved your hands in front of you. "I don't need anything in return, i promise! It's just... You look tired and hungry."

The Witcher didn't say anything, simply staring at you for a solid minute before nodding his head along with a stoic, "hm."

"Um.. sir? Where did you leave your horse?" You asked suddenly.

"It's outside the woods."

"Ah... You can bring your horse in, this part of the woods is safe and Sky isn't going to hurt your horse, I can assure you that much." You smiled at him, the Wolf still standing guard besides you.

"How do you know it's safe here?" The Witcher rolled his eyes.

"Well... I live here. My cottage is just a few minutes walk away from here."

"You... Live in the middle of the woods?"

"It's the edge and yes, I prefer living here." That made the Witcher frown his eyebrows in confusion as he walked beside you to get his horse.

"Why? Isn't the town safer?"

You stayed silent for a while before chuckling softly. "Perhaps. But I am not too fond of the people there." The Witcher could see why, so he stayed silent and walked towards his horse.

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You provided food and a place for the Witcher to rest, which he found weird and bizarre but didn't complain about. You insisted that the Witcher rest for at least a day before he went to hunt down the beast, saying that it will give him more benefit in battle if he is well rested and fed. The horse, which you learnt was called Roach, was spoiled rotten too. It looked like you had a liking towards animals and insects, finding them adorable and taking care of them and for some reason, animals seem to like you too, even the most wild animals liked you and it was evident with how the wild wolf acted like a domesticated dog in front of you. The food you prepared for the Witcher was amazing, and the spare room was also comfortable enough for the Witcher to sleep in but you insisted that he slept in your room instead, that the spare room wasn't that clean and that you would sleep in the spare room instead. The Witcher tried to decline politely but you were stubborn and he ended up getting the best sleep he ever has in your bed while you slept in the spare room.

Your whole cottage was filled with plants, flowers and books. The plants weren't everywhere but the ones you did have inside were too pretty and went well with your theme. Your cottage had a cozy feeling to it, the aroma of tea and lavender was always present, along with some books lying here and there. It made the cottage feel like a home that the Witcher didn't have.

The Witcher thanked you before venturing off to hunt the beast, giving you a small, awkward smile before leaving. You waved enthusiastically at him, wishing him luck before rushing after Sky, who has decided to run after a rabbit.

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When the Witcher came back, the cottage was a mess, making him frown as he couldn't find you or Sky. It looked like you left somewhere in a hurry as there was still uncooked food on the table, half done and some books were scattered on the ground.

The Witcher went towards the town, the head of the beast was hanging from his hand. The battle against the beast wasn't easy, but it was nothing he couldn't handle.

The town was filled with commotion, people gathering around a tall tree, yelling at something or rather, someone.

As he walked closer, he could hear what they were saying clearly.

"Burn the Witch! Burn her! She was the one who brought the beast to the town!" Someone yelled venomously, making the Witcher frown his eyebrows as he walked towards the crowd. The Mayor took immediate notice of his presence as the people stopped yelling.

"Ah! Witcher! You are back and you brought the beast's head with you." The Witcher paid the Mayor zero attention as he stared at the scene in front of him. Someone was bounded to the tree with thick ropes, blood pooling underneath them as it dropped from the wound on their arm. It looked like a young girl, which made the Witcher slightly nervous. He couldn't see her face, as her head was down, her hair covering her face. The only thing that made it evident that she was alive was the quick motion of her chest falling up and down as she breath heavily.

The Mayor, displeased with the Witcher's ignorance towards his words, turned his attention to the girl instead. He stepped closer to the girl and gripped her hair, making her wince as he forced her to look up.

Witcher's breath hitched as he saw your pained face, staring directly at him before looking at the Mayor in fear.

"The beast you called upon is long dead now, Witch. You have no one to save you now." The Mayor hissed, staring at your face as he continued to hold your hair in a tight grip, making you wince.

You were already weak from the beatings and the lack of food, your head throbbing painfully under the harsh Sun. You were dehydrated, hungry, wounded and scared.  Oh, you were so so scared.

A lot has happened in the span of just four days after your last meeting with the Witcher.

You flinched when someone threw another stone at you again, wincing at the sharp pain that erupted from your temple, where the stone landed, making it bleed.

You couldn't even look at the Witcher, humiliation filled your body as you stared at the ground, willing yourself to not cry. You have yet to let the tears flow and you want to keep it that way. You want to keep some of your dignity, if there was even any left.

"What's going on?" You closed your eyes as you heard Witcher ask the Mayor. You didn't want him to think that you were someone evil, but you weren't sure if the Witcher will believe you over the Mayor's word or the people's word. You just silently hoped that they won't answer his question but your hopes died quickly as the Mayor began to tell him what happened.

"This girl, this witch, is the one that unleashed the very beast you hold in your hands. She was seen with a wolf, commanding him to attack innocents! She can put animals and beasts under her spell, making them do whatever she please." The Mayor spit out, glaring at you as you kept your eyes closed and your head low.

"Just look at her! She has been punished but she has yet to utter a word of apology or even a tear in remorse! She is a threat to the town and the people!"

"Burn her!"

"Kill her!"

Were the words that followed soon after the Mayor stopped talking, making the Witcher step in front of you protectively, just like how he did before when he saw Sky as a threat.

"Witcher, what are you doing?!" The Mayor fumed, staring at the Witcher in anger and annoyance.

"Keep your hands away from the girl." He said quietly, his sword already out, the beast's head thrown somewhere on the ground. No one dared to put up a fight against the Witcher, everyone was too cowardly to try and fight him.

"The Witch has put you under a spell too, Witcher!" The Mayor exclaimed as the people started to insult both of you.

You whimpered, staring at the people and the Witcher in fear.

"What good will it do to you even if you safe her? She is a damned witch that should rot in hell for her crimes!" The people agreed, trying to step closer to her before the Witcher pointed his sword towards them, making them step back in fear.

"I will keep her."

That made the whole town silent as you stared at the Witcher in confusion and shock.

He couldn't let them kill you, not when you were the only one that treated him like a human and showed him kindness, it pained him to see you in such a state and he will not let you get harmed. You took care of him, and it was now his turn to do so.

He gripped his sword tightly, glaring at whoever dared to step towards them.

"Give me the girl." He hissed, his gaze making everyone scared, some even rushing away to their home to not face his wrath.

The air was tense, people stared at you and the Witcher with scared and disgusted expression while the Mayor was deep in thought. The town was known for its cowardly people and after watching the Witcher walk with the head of a beast in his hand, nobody wanted to fight him.

"What will we get in return if we let the girl go unpunished?" The Mayor asked, smirking as he stared at the Witcher.

"You can keep your coins." He grumbled, throwing the pouch of coins towards the Mayor that he got as a payment when he first came here to slay the beast.

The Mayor checked the pouch before letting them go, commanding people to go inside their houses as they rushed away.

"You are lucky, or else today would've been your last day, witch." The mayor muttered venomously before leaving them be.

You flinched when Witcher's blade cut throw the thick ropes, all at once as you stumbled forward. He caught you, making you wince as it made you put some pressure on your wounds. The Witcher carried you towards your cottage, but not before the Mayor warned them that they had to leave before noon, and if they failed to do so, they will both be punished and killed. The threat made you tense, as you tried to make yourself as small as possible in his arms as he walked you towards your cottage.

"Where's sky?" He asked, trying to break the silence.

"I made him leave. The... The people saw him and they would've hunted him down or hurt him..." You mumbled, sniffling a bit as he sat you down on your bed.

He nodded in understanding, before cleaning yours wounds.

"You should go wash yourself and pack." You glanced at him, wondering what he meant by 'pack'.

"We need to leave. Make sure to only pack the necessary things like clothes and some food." He muttered, staring at you.

You looked scared, and timided, not like the lively girl he met that day that took care of him. It made his heart clench painfully for some reason.

"Oh... A-are you... Taking me in?" You asked slowly, stuttering a bit.

He nodded silently, walking out of your room to let you bath and change. Your voice suddenly made him stop.

"You... You can use the bathroom in the spare room to freshen up too!" He smiled a bit as he heard you, making his way towards the spare room.

After you were done packing and ready to leave, you both stood in front of the Mayor at the gate of the town, you stood behind Witcher, trying to hide from anyone's view, the Mayor stared at you both as you began to walk away from the town, making sure that you both were out of the town.

After walking beside Witcher and Roach, you glanced at him as you handed him a pouch with gold coins.

"U-um... I know what you did for me can never be paid by coins, but... I still want to thank you and repay you for saving me and giving up the coins you got as a payment." You mumbled quietly.

"Keep them." He grumbled, walking towards you.

"Do you know how to get on a horse?" You shook your head, making him chuckle at how cute you looked while doing so.

"Let me help you." You nodded as he grabbed your waist gently, trying to avoid any wounds as he helped you on the horse. It made your heart beat quicken with how close you both were.

"Thank you, Sir."

"Geralt." You looked at him in confusion.

"My name is Geralt, just call me by my name."

You stared at him in shock before smiling wildly, "Okay, Geralt!"

And for some reason, Geralt loved the way you said his name.

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