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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)

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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.

Beautiful and Damned 1- The First Sight [Geralt of Rivia x Reader]

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Reminder: This story will not follow the show’s plot, so even if you haven’t watched the series, you can still read it.

Summary: It’s a bad idea to sneak up on a witcher.

Word Count: 1992

Warnings: None.

You could still remember the fairytales you listened to so closely when you were still a child. The ones with pretty princesses, and scary monsters, a brave, very brave knights that would save the princesses from fearsome beasts.

“There was a princess, just like you,” your nurse would say, “Her mother the queen-“

“Like my mother?”

“Exactly like your mother, my sweet,” she would say, “She loved her so, so much….”

Every night, before you went to sleep, you wished for an adventure like that. A love like that, something that would place you right in the same place as those princesses. You had the title, you had the life, but in your future, you wanted something exactly like those fairytales.

No one told you that you would get it.

But again, no one told you that you weren’t supposed to wish really hard for something when you were a child either.

What happened later on was exactly like the beginning of a fairytale, because after all, every fairytale had to begin with a tragedy.

It was your tenth birthday banquet, when a witch with multiple beasts by her side cursed you, and at first, you didn’t even believe it until you took an apple from your cousin, accidentally brushing your fingers over his skin.

He was dead right that second, his lifeless body dropping to the ground much like the apple from your hands, the scream leaving your lips almost inhuman.

Then they locked you away.

Well, not really. You were still allowed to walk around the specific parts of the castle, with the condition of wearing your long gloves, and not letting anyone touch your skin.

Not that you could really hide it if they did, not after that knight brushing a finger over your cheek, and dropping dead in a second just like the others. In time, the story of you became a legend, and legends became gossips. You were called many names by the time you grew up; daughter of darkness they called you, grim’s princess, kiss of death….

“Your majesty?” your maid Cassandra’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts and you looked up from your drawing, and put the small piece of coal beside you, grabbing your gloves just in case.

“Yes?”  

“Your mother sends for you.”

“Oh.” You wiped at your hands carefully, then put on your gloves, “What for?”

“She said I was to take you to her room,” she stood on her tiptoes to peek at the parchment, “Oh that’s gorgeous, your majesty.”

You pressed your lips together to keep yourself from smiling wide, “You really think so?”

“Oh definitely,” she looked up at you, “Will you gift me one after you’ve finished?”

“You’re the only person who gets to see them, so why not?” you winked at her, “If you find it to your liking, that is.”

“If you weren’t a princess, I say you would be an artist.”

“Don’t let mother hear that,” you murmured, your heart skipping a beat at the thought of it, then got up from your bed to walk to your full length mirror. You smoothed out the skirts of your dress, putting the crown on top of your hair and twirled around to check whether you looked your best, since you knew what sort of speech your mother would give you if she saw any kind of flaw in your appearance.

Cassandra stepped aside instantly as you approached the door, and walked right behind you as soon as you stepped into the hall. You flexed your fingers nervously under the leather gloves, avoiding everyone’s gaze in the hall and trying to ignore the way they all scurried away. It was supposed to be your normal after years and years, but it never failed to send a small surge of icy feeling through your spine.

You wondered whether they knew how lucky they were, to be able to simply touch someone even innocently, and not have them die in seconds right before their eyes.

Probably not. You hadn’t thought about it before you were cursed either.

You had gotten better at pushing that burning jealousy to the back of your mind, though. It was still there, you knew it was, and it got worse each time you saw a happy couple that could kiss each other, or touch each other. You could even hear maids’ whispers about their beloveds, all secretive and scandalous, but-

You did wonder how it would feel. Judging by their whispers, it had to be pure bliss.

The pure bliss that you could only dream of.

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Beautiful and Damned 2- Midnight Whispers [Geralt of Rivia x Reader]

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Reminder: This story will not follow the show’s plot, so even if you haven’t watched the series, you can still read it.

The first chapter is on my masterlist!

Summary: Everything is more complicated at midnight.

Word Count: 4368

Warnings: None.

You were supposed to be used to whispers.

It was one of the most important things in the court, after all. Everybody who walked these halls knew they needed to keep their voices low and thoughts hidden in order to survive.

From outside, you had to be perfect. No matter what you thought, what you were going through, no matter what your desires were, you had to look absolutely perfect, as if you knew what you were doing, as if every single movement was already practiced.

Free of emotions. Free of anything that could be mistaken with weakness.

You could still remember the slap you had gotten from your mother when you scraped your knee.

Princesses don’t cry.

You heaved a sigh, desperate to come back to present instead of dwelling in the past and nodded at the guards to step aside, but as soon as you entered your room, you pulled your brows together.

“What are you doing here?”

Fin sat up in your bed, still holding one of your sketches in his hand, “What does it look like? I’m hiding of course.”

Cassandra shot you an apologetic look as she carried some of your dresses over to one of the sofas by the dressing screen for you to pick and choose for tonight’s feast. You sometimes thought she knew your taste better than you did, because she always managed to get the dresses appropriate for the occasion, usually making it very difficult to choose.

“Hiding?” you crossed your arms, flexing your fingers under your long gloves, “From father?”

“From father and his merry band of lords.”

You scoffed a laugh, shaking your head, “Fin…”

“This is really good by the way,” he held up the parchment, “You’re improving yourself.”

“To no use,” you shrugged, “It’s not like anyone will see them.”

Your brother shot you a look, “I see them,” he told you, “They fill me with a rare found joy, you know that.”

You pressed your lips together, unable to stop yourself from smiling, “Thank you,” you said as you sat on the edge of the bed, careful to leave some space between you just in case, “But it’s not finished yet. Why are you hiding?”

He heaved a sigh, and stole a look at Cassandra, “Cassie, you’re not hearing any of this, right?”

“Of course not, my prince,” she said, still placing the dresses over the sofa, and you smiled.

“What troubles your heart?”

He opened his mouth to answer, then hesitated and shook his head, “Don’t worry.”

“Fin-“

“So we’re having a feast for a Witcher,” he said, the fake interest in his tone could’ve fooled anyone but you as he got up from the bed and walked to the table to fill himself a glass of wine, “Geralt of Rivia. I’ve officially seen everything.”

“Fin….”

“Did you know he and Oisin know each other?” he asked, “Our mage knows a witcher, who knew? They’re old friends apparently, it’s beyond me why anyone would want to be friends with him.”

“Oisin?”

“No, Geralt of Rivia!” he mimicked your father’s voice, “He just….” He waved the glass in the air, as if looking for appropriate words, “Grunts and all. Barely speaks to you, very unfriendly.”

“You tried to be friends with a witcher?” you tilted your head to the right, “For some reason, I’m not surprised it didn’t work.”

“Well, if he helps to get this wretched curse off my sister…” he shrugged, “I will give him even more riches than father offered him, and he offered him a lot.”

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Beautiful and Damned 3- Small Favors [Geralt of Rivia x Reader]

A.N: My darlings, your wonderful feedback makes me so happy, thank you! Please don’t forget to tell me what you think of this chapter, kisses!

Reminder: This story will not follow the show’s plot, so even if you haven’t watched the series, you can still read it.

The previous chapters are on my masterlist!

Summary: Hallways hold many secrets.

Word Count: 3431

Warnings: None.

You were having the best dream of your life before you were forcefully woken up by your insufferable brother who had apparently made a promise to himself not to let you be happy, even in your dreams.

The very familiar white hair falling over your face, tickling you as his deep whisper in your ear made you gasp, the warmth spreading from the pit of your stomach-

All before the door slammed open with a bang and the bliss disappeared like the flame of a candle in the storm.

“Good morning sister!” Fin’s loud voice reached you, making your eyes snap open and you tried to catch your breath, your heart still pacing. You could feel the burning in your cheeks but the happiness of the dream turned so sour so fast that it even gave you a head spin.

“What?!” you snapped, sitting up straight in the huge bed, and Fin tilted his head.

“Someone’s grumpy.”

“Your highness, I tried to stop him.” Cassandra said and Fin, the future king of the country, the man who would have to join wars and make very important decisions, pouted.

“Cassie likes me better than you.”

“I don’t appreciate being woken up like this,” you said through your teeth, still trying to come down from the dream, trying your hardest to ignore the goosebumps on your skin.

“You don’t want to see your favorite brother?”

“Tiernan is asleep.” You managed to snark and he gasped, his jaw dropping.

“You wouldn’t prefer that brat over me.”

“That brat is our brother.”

“Our brother who can’t talk yet,” he reminded you, “No reason to favor him.”

“I don’t know Fin, a brother who can’t talk sounds really good to me right now.”

“Why are you in such a pleasant mood?” he asked, and you kicked off the covers, then made your way to the window to open it wide, letting the breeze caress your skin. It felt good to the fire on your face when you remembered what the dream was about and you bit inside your cheek.

“I haven’t had much sleep last night.” You managed to say, “I had uh…. nightmares.”

“Of the curse?”

“Mm hm,” you nodded fervently, “Yeah. Absolutely. They- they were not pleasant at all.”

“I got that from nightmares.” Fin said, shooting you a look, “Perhaps you should go to the healer again.”

“Hm?”

“For your night terrors. Didn’t he give you something?”

“Lavender,” you said, “The scent is calming.”

“Tell him to give you something you can actually take, rather than smell.”

You leaned back to the window, crossing your arms. “Maybe.”

“And hey,” he took a step towards you, “Whatever you see at night…. You know that’s not real right?”

For some reason it hurt you more than it was supposed to, but you tried to smile.

“Yes,” you mumbled, “I know it can never be real.”

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Beautiful and Damned 3- Small Favors [Geralt of Rivia x Reader]

A.N: My darlings, your wonderful feedback makes me so happy, thank you! Please don’t forget to tell me what you think of this chapter, kisses!

Reminder: This story will not follow the show’s plot, so even if you haven’t watched the series, you can still read it.

The previous chapters are on my masterlist!

Summary: Hallways hold many secrets.

Word Count: 3431

Warnings: None.

You were having the best dream of your life before you were forcefully woken up by your insufferable brother who had apparently made a promise to himself not to let you be happy, even in your dreams.

The very familiar white hair falling over your face, tickling you as his deep whisper in your ear made you gasp, the warmth spreading from the pit of your stomach-

All before the door slammed open with a bang and the bliss disappeared like the flame of a candle in the storm.

“Good morning sister!” Fin’s loud voice reached you, making your eyes snap open and you tried to catch your breath, your heart still pacing. You could feel the burning in your cheeks but the happiness of the dream turned so sour so fast that it even gave you a head spin.

“What?!” you snapped, sitting up straight in the huge bed, and Fin tilted his head.

“Someone’s grumpy.”

“Your highness, I tried to stop him.” Cassandra said and Fin, the future king of the country, the man who would have to join wars and make very important decisions, pouted.

“Cassie likes me better than you.”

“I don’t appreciate being woken up like this,” you said through your teeth, still trying to come down from the dream, trying your hardest to ignore the goosebumps on your skin.

“You don’t want to see your favorite brother?”

“Tiernan is asleep.” You managed to snark and he gasped, his jaw dropping.

“You wouldn’t prefer that brat over me.”

“That brat is our brother.”

“Our brother who can’t talk yet,” he reminded you, “No reason to favor him.”

“I don’t know Fin, a brother who can’t talk sounds really good to me right now.”

“Why are you in such a pleasant mood?” he asked, and you kicked off the covers, then made your way to the window to open it wide, letting the breeze caress your skin. It felt good to the fire on your face when you remembered what the dream was about and you bit inside your cheek.

“I haven’t had much sleep last night.” You managed to say, “I had uh…. nightmares.”

“Of the curse?”

“Mm hm,” you nodded fervently, “Yeah. Absolutely. They- they were not pleasant at all.”

“I got that from nightmares.” Fin said, shooting you a look, “Perhaps you should go to the healer again.”

“Hm?”

“For your night terrors. Didn’t he give you something?”

“Lavender,” you said, “The scent is calming.”

“Tell him to give you something you can actually take, rather than smell.”

You leaned back to the window, crossing your arms. “Maybe.”

“And hey,” he took a step towards you, “Whatever you see at night…. You know that’s not real right?”

For some reason it hurt you more than it was supposed to, but you tried to smile.

“Yes,” you mumbled, “I know it can never be real.”

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Beautiful and Damned 4- Heart Of Ice [Geralt of Rivia x Reader]

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Summary: Warmth turns cold fast.

Word Count: 3191

Warnings: None.

You could barely see Geralt in the following days. Aside from when he had come to your room to get Ciri after that first night, your parents had basically drowned you in court duties. Your days were almost the same lately, attending to your duties, helping your mother plan a feast, dealing with Fin’s moods and calming him down about his potential marriage and at night Geralt was going into the woods to hunt down the monsters.

Which left you no time to see him, other than when you were surrounded by people.

Not that you could do anything even if you were alone anyway.

But to say that you were frustrated would be almost underestimation.

“Is Fin really getting married?” Ciri asked you as you raised your head from the needlework.

“Hm?”

“Fin. Is he getting married soon?”

You heaved a sigh, then put the embroidery down. Your mother had this bright idea to have you prepare some beautiful looking designs to put over the guests’ beds, so naturally, you had been suffering for days.

You would much rather go back to your sketches.

“It’s just a visit.”

“But will he meet his future wife?”

“She’s not coming,” you shook your head, “Not this time anyway. It’s just some ambassadors.”

“Still, he will marry her?”

You pressed your lips together, “Probably yes,” you muttered, and Ciri sucked in a breath.

“He doesn’t look happy about that.”

“That’s understandable. Not having a choice is the worst thing in the world, if you ask me.”

“But not you, right?”

“Not me?”

“They won’t marry you off?”

You felt your heart drop, “I-“ you started, but thankfully someone knocked on the door, then opened it when you told them to come in.

And just like that, your heartbeat got faster.

“Princess,” Geralt greeted you, “Come on Ciri.”

Ciri pulled her brows together, “I’m busy.”

“You’re just sitting there.”

She heaved a sigh, then shot you a look as if she wanted your help but you raised your hands, gesturing surrender.

“I’ll see you later.”

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Beautiful and Damned 5- New Threats [Geralt of Rivia x Reader]

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Summary: Court can be a dangerous place for many.

Word Count: 3191

Warnings: Mentions of violence and death.

So, maybe the last few days had been quite tense. Maybe you still had some very specific dreams about Geralt, even though you were still furious at him.

Maybe you thought about what he had said to you in that hallway over and over and over again.

Just maybe.

Maybe, the whole reason why you had insisted to practice drawing with Ciri was to catch a sight of him- to glare at him.

Nothing more.

“No, I give up.” Ciri’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts and you turned your head.

“What? No!” you took a look at her sketch, “That’s not bad at all.”

“Not good either,” she pointed out and you raised your brows,

“I should tell Fin to show you some sketches I made when I was your age,” you said, “He still keeps them, possibly to make fun of me.”

Ciri let out a laugh as you leaned your head back to the tree trunk, then shielded your eyes from the sun.

“Fin is coming.” Ciri said and you turned your head, then waved at your brother who approached you, then sat down next to you.

“Morning.”

“Morning,” you said, “Can you please tell Ciri of my drawings when I was her age?”

“They were good.”

“Fin!”

“What? They were.”

“Told you,” Ciri said and you shook your head.

“Don’t believe him,” you told her, “Does mother still need Cassie?”

Fin nodded, “Yeah. Tried to save her but mother shooed me away- this is still better than when I try to draw,” he motioned at Ciri’s parchment and she arched a brow.

“You’re just saying that,” she said, and looked up when you heard her name being called. Your heart started slamming against your chest and Ciri made a face.

“I’m not Roach, Geralt, say what you are saying here,” she called out and out of the corner of your eye, you could see Fin’s eyes narrow as he sat up straighter beside you, keeping his gaze on Geralt. You pursed your lips and made yourself busy with your own parchment as Geralt and Jaskier approached you.

“Come on,” Geralt told her and she put her parchment beside her, but then frowned for a moment and looked between you as the silence fell upon all of you.

“Oh no,” she said, “What did you do?”

“Ciri.”

“No I’m serious, what happened?” she turned to you, “What did he do?”

You looked up from your parchment and raised your brows, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Sir Geralt.”

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Beautiful and Damned 6- To Be Unloved [Geralt of Rivia x Reader]

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Summary: Denial has a way to poison people.

Word Count: 3350

Warnings: Mentions of violence and death, bad parenting.

The following days, you did whatever you could think of to keep your mind off that night. You focused on your drawings, you focused on the embroidery your mother wanted from you, you focused on-

Anything other than outside.

Even if you missed Geralt so much that it almost hurt your heart.

You could feel the sunlight on your skin, warming your bones, warming the whole room as it spilled through the window and you just kept your eyes on the yard, on the people.

Maybe this distance was just as much as you were supposed to get.

Someone knocked on the door and opened it, but you didn’t even turn your head, you just stood still, with your knees pulled up to your chest, your parchment resting on them.

“Where’s Cassie?” Fin sounded almost confused and you shrugged.

“I gave her the day off.”

“And the guards?”

“I let them go.”

“You can’t be serious,” he said and came to pull himself a chair, “You can’t be alone, there has to be someone with you.”

“I could call them back,” you mumbled and turned to him, “Is that what you want me to do, my king?”

“You know it’s not like that,” he muttered, “I could never boss you around, you terrify me.”

You averted your eyes, pinching your lips and he cleared his throat,

“Trust me sister, your ability to kill people has nothing to do with just how intimidated I am by you.”

You heaved a sigh, then tapped your pencil on the parchment.

“I know you don’t like this,” Fin said, “I remember the last time the city was confined, as well as you do. But I had no other choice, we need to catch these people before another member of our family gets hurt.”

“They will be safe-“

“I’m talking about you specifically.”

You scoffed, then shook your head, “I doubt anyone could kill me.”

“Let’s make sure they can’t,” he eyed you, “I’m worried about you.”

You rolled your eyes, “Fin, I promise you I won’t get killed. Happy?”

“Not that!” he said, “This…whole thing. This isn’t like you. You haven’t been outside for two days.”

“Yes, mindless chatter and cruel gossips, oh how I missed outside.” You mumbled, “People were already scared of me, now they’re terrified.”

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Beautiful and Damned 7- Recover [Geralt of Rivia x Reader]

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Summary: Recovery comes with confessions.

Word Count: 3140

Warnings: Mentions of violence and death.

You drummed your fingernails on the table, biting inside your cheek. Your stomach was making flips as you tried to ignore the nervousness nagging at you and shuffled through your sketches to distract yourself. A specific sketch caught your eye but you turned it over as soon as it did.

So what if you had drawn Geralt, without him knowing?

It’s not like he would ever see it, nor did it mean anything.

You looked up when Cassie knocked on the door, then peeked her head in.

“Your highness, Sir Leander is here as you requested.”

“Send him in please.” You said as you put your gloves on, then straightened your back, your eyes narrowing as soon as Sir Leander stepped inside. He curtsied,

“Your highness.”

“Sir Leander.” You nodded at him, “Take a seat.”

He looked almost nervous for a moment, and you tilted your head, eyeing him up and down. He did look quite handsome, with striking green eyes and wavy hair framing his face, there was no wonder why Fin was quite taken by him.

“I’m glad to see you well,” he said, “I’ve heard you preferred the solitude of your chambers and were feeling unwell.”

“I feel much better, thank you,” you said, “Were you….at the hall when the incident occurred? I don’t remember if I saw you.”

“I was there, your highness.”

“Oh good,” you took a sip of your tea, “So you had the chance to see personally what this curse entails.”

“I did.”

“Great,” you smiled at him, and slowly pulled your gloves off your hands. He sat up straighter, swallowing thickly.

“Your highness, what-?”

“Do you know the punishment for harming the crown prince, Sir Leander?”

He eyed your gloves lying on the table, “No?”

“Exile,” you said, “Or death. Depends on the crime, really. People should really be more careful these days. I hear your family has a state at the skirts of the city, close to the countryside, is that correct?”

“We have been blessed with wealth, yes.”

“Very well.” You said, “Once the confinement is over, perhaps you would like to go there for a while…..a year or so. At least until the dust settles around here.”

He gritted his teeth, “Or what?”

You drummed your fingernails on the table, drawing his attention to your hands for a moment before you shrugged,

“Court is a very dangerous place these days,” you said, “Accidents happen, a lot.”

He blinked a couple of times, then leaned in, glaring daggers at you, “Are you threatening me, your highness?”

You smiled at him calmly, almost like a snake, then shook your head,

“Consider it as a suggestion,” you told him, and leaned in, “You’ve already seen what I would do to protect one of my brothers, Sir Leander. Would you like to see what I would do to protect the other one as well?”

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Beautiful and Damned 8- The Snow Storm [Geralt of Rivia x Reader]

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Summary: There are things softer than silk.

Word Count: 3177

Warnings: Mentions of violence and death, poverty.

You couldn’t exactly feel it through your gloves, but it looked as if Geralt’s venom induced fever had gone down when the beams of the sun started spilling into the room. His skin wasn’t glistening anymore, and the roots of his white hair which were drenched with sweat before looked dry. You stretched out, making a face as your back cracked, reminding you of your uncomfortable position on the chair throughout the night, and you grabbed the sheets to pull it over him but the minute you made a move he opened with eyes with a gasp, then groaned.

“Hey,” you tried to smile as you dropped the sheets over his body, “I thought you might be cold.”

He blinked a couple of times, as if trying to focus on you, “Princess?”

“Welcome back.”

“What are you-?” he tried to sit up as you rushed to stop him,

“Wait- Geralt, lie down.”

“I’m fine.”

“A giant spider attacked you!”

“Yeah an arachnomorph.”

“Yeah, whatever it is!” you said, “Ciri is fine, so is Jaskier if that’s what you want to check. You’re still hurt, you should stay put.”

“I’m fine,” he repeated and attempted to get off, but you put your hands on his shoulder, stopping him,

“Geralt, please,” you said gently, “For my sake.”

That seemed to do the trick, because he stopped dead in his tracks, looking up at you as you retrieved your hands.

“I’ll call the healer here,” you told him, then walked to the door to open it before telling the guard at the door to bring the healer here.

“How do you feel?” you asked him, as you closed the door again, “Do you need anything? Water?”

He nodded slowly and you grabbed the glass, filled it with water and handed it to him.

“Were you here the whole night?” he asked after taking a huge sip and you stole a look at him, then nodded.

“I thought that arac- aracmor-“

“Arachnomorph.”

“Yeah, that,” you said, “That it would kill you. Roach brought you back here.”

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Beautiful and Damned 9 - Unsteady [Geralt of Rivia x Reader]

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Summary: Rejection is always heartbreaking.

Word Count: 3469

Warnings: Mentions of violence and death, poverty.

Rejection was a strange thing.

Through the whole night until the first lights of the sun shed into the room, you kept turning in the bed, trying your hardest to ignore the storm of thoughts in your mind. The room got brighter and brighter, the chattering from outside and the chirping of birds filling the air and Cassie walked around in the room, but you didn’t even have the energy to answer her questions.

You should’ve known she wouldn’t just let it go.

“Are you sick or something?” Fin’s voice reached your ears and you rolled your eyes, then rolled onto your back.

“No.”

“It’s noon.”

“So?”

“If you’re still sulking over being awkward with Geralt-“

“Don’t.” you shook your head, then sat down and pulled the furs with you, playing with the hem of your long nightgown. Fin tilted his head, pulling his brows together.

“What happened?”

“I wish to stay in bed today. And tomorrow.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to.”

Fin scoffed, “Not good enough,” he said as he climbed to the foot of the bed carefully, “Tell me.”

You tried to blink back the tears, then heaved a shaky breath and narrowed your eyes at him,

“This is your fault, you know.”

“You’ll have to be more specific than that.”

“You encouraged me to- to pursue my interest,” you stammered, “You basically pushed me, and now I’m in disgrace-“

“What are you talking about?”

“Geralt,” you said, “I’m talking about Geralt.”

“What of him?”

“I made a fool of myself,” you snapped at him, “Your- all your talk about how he looks at me and all that nonsense, it was false.”

“No it wasn’t-“

“Fin,” you cut him off, “He doesn’t want me.”

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Beautiful and Damned 10 - Old Scars [Geralt of Rivia x Reader]

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Summary: Sometimes scars have meanings.

Word Count: 3734

Warnings: Mentions of violence, death, nudity

What you would wear for a wedding was in fact the least of your worries, but it wasn’t as if you could just tell that to your mother without being subjected to an hour of her ranting, so you just let her send you a lot of fabrics of a lot of colors, many of which were lying on your bed beside Fin, who was groaning.

“Stop,” you pointed at him as Cassie stifled a laugh, “And get off, you’re wrinkling them.”

“Is there any fabric that means my brother shouldn’t have to do this?”

Cassie shrugged, “Maybe purple? We could write it on the dress with silver threads.”

“Good idea.”

“Don’t encourage him,” you told Cassie and Fin heaved a sigh, then sat up.

“I doubt princess Meriel wants this.”

“That makes two of you, see? You have something in common.”

“No, I mean,” Fin waved a hand in the air, looking for words, “She doesn’t want…me.”

“What?”

“She doesn’t look at me with desire written in her eyes.”

“Fin, I don’t know how to break this to you, but people usually don’t look at people with desire written in their eyes.”

He pouted, “They don’t? Someone should let the witcher know.”

Your gaze sharpened and he waved the white fabric in the air, gesturing surrender.

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Beautiful and Damned 11- Sparks of Hope [Geralt of Rivia x Reader]

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Summary: Hope changes everything.

Word Count: 3728

Warnings: Mentions of violence, death. 

You didn’t get any sleep that night. In fact, even after dawn, after morning, after a long bath, your thoughts were still like a storm in your mind, Geralt’s words echoing in your ears.

He had left soon after he figured out what was written on your back, saying he needed to find your court mage, since he was also present during the time the witch had put that curse on you. Needless to say, it had even made you more confused the more you stayed alone with your thoughts, but of course, you wouldn’t get to stay like that for long. The giggles coming from outside made you look up from your sketching and in a couple of seconds, your door opened and Fin and Meriel rushed inside, with Fin grinning and Meriel clutching at her stomach to stop her giggles. Cassie raised her brows, a small smile pulling at her lips and you frowned slightly.

“Uh…good morning, you two.”

“Shhh!”

“What-?”

“We’re hiding from mother’s guards.” Fin whispered, and Meriel nodded, still giggling.

“She doesn’t want us to spend any time together at all before the wedding.”

“Yes because apparently, I will corrupt her.”

Meriel covered her lips to contain her laugh, but the second her eyes caught the sight of Cassie she almost froze, blinking a couple of times as if she was mesmerized.

“H-hello Cassie.”

“Your highness.”

“Oh you two met? Cassie is the love of my life, Meriel.”

Your eyes widened, “Fin! Don’t tell your future wife that!”

“I’m really not, your highness.” Cassie added hastily and Fin rolled his eyes.

“Yeah yeah, but she doesn’t love me back at all, so…” he turned to you, “We’re friends, it’s all good.”

“I don’t mind that,” Meriel stole a look at Cassie, then blushed and cleared her throat, “I- um… We’re sorry to disturb you, Y/N.”

“You didn’t,” you shook your head, “So what, you are trying to make mother mad?”

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Beautiful and Damned 11- Sparks of Hope [Geralt of Rivia x Reader]

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Summary: Hope changes everything.

Word Count: 3728

Warnings: Mentions of violence, death. 

You didn’t get any sleep that night. In fact, even after dawn, after morning, after a long bath, your thoughts were still like a storm in your mind, Geralt’s words echoing in your ears.

He had left soon after he figured out what was written on your back, saying he needed to find your court mage, since he was also present during the time the witch had put that curse on you. Needless to say, it had even made you more confused the more you stayed alone with your thoughts, but of course, you wouldn’t get to stay like that for long. The giggles coming from outside made you look up from your sketching and in a couple of seconds, your door opened and Fin and Meriel rushed inside, with Fin grinning and Meriel clutching at her stomach to stop her giggles. Cassie raised her brows, a small smile pulling at her lips and you frowned slightly.

“Uh…good morning, you two.”

“Shhh!”

“What-?”

“We’re hiding from mother’s guards.” Fin whispered, and Meriel nodded, still giggling.

“She doesn’t want us to spend any time together at all before the wedding.”

“Yes because apparently, I will corrupt her.”

Meriel covered her lips to contain her laugh, but the second her eyes caught the sight of Cassie she almost froze, blinking a couple of times as if she was mesmerized.

“H-hello Cassie.”

“Your highness.”

“Oh you two met? Cassie is the love of my life, Meriel.”

Your eyes widened, “Fin! Don’t tell your future wife that!”

“I’m really not, your highness.” Cassie added hastily and Fin rolled his eyes.

“Yeah yeah, but she doesn’t love me back at all, so…” he turned to you, “We’re friends, it’s all good.”

“I don’t mind that,” Meriel stole a look at Cassie, then blushed and cleared her throat, “I- um… We’re sorry to disturb you, Y/N.”

“You didn’t,” you shook your head, “So what, you are trying to make mother mad?”

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Beautiful and Damned 17- Cold Heart [Geralt of Rivia x Reader]

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Summary: Some fights are inevitable.

Word Count: 3644

Warnings: Mentions of sex and violence.

You were still staring at the parchment when Fin rushed into the room, with Jaskier, Cassie and Meriel following him suit. Cassie gasped, covering her mouth with her hand and held onto Meriel’s arm while Fin stared around the room. You held up the parchment and he carefully took it from you, then his jaw clenched.

“What-?” Jaskier asked as he read it over his shoulder, and Geralt took a step towards him.

“Fin.”

He looked up at him, a fire burning in his eyes, that same look you had seen on him the night where Tiernan was almost killed, “Yes?”

“How many people do you trust in this castle?”

Fin pulled his brows together, “Why-?”

“Because we can’t tell mother of this, nor father,” you spoke before Geralt could, “They will just use it to lock me up again, for my own safety.”

“How long can you stop the movement into and out of the castle without your father knowing?” Geralt asked and Fin shook his head slightly,

“Two days? It could give me enough time to find whoever it was who did this,” he said, “But during those days if they try again-“

“They will not.” Geralt growled deep in his chest, “She won’t be here.”

You frowned, “What?”

“We need to get you out of the castle.”

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Imagine knowing Geralt of Rivia for many years...but when he finds you again, you've stopped your questing and become a bard...singing with the same voice that entranced him all those years ago...

Geralt stops dead in his tracks as he passes in front of Dandelion’s tavern in Novigrad. He couldn’t believe his own ears…as the sound of a silken voice he hadn’t heard for an age came to his ears. Ciri, Triss and Yennefer who were walking with him gave him a queer look. “Geralt, what on earth are you stopping for?” Triss asked. Geralt weighed his options and took a deep breath. “I-…I need to go see who’s playing.” He said awkwardly, praying in his mind that it was actually you. He hurried into the tavern, listening to the end of your song, smiling faintly as his suspicion was confirmed. The girls just watched him as he ignored the crowd, lowering his hood and walking right up on stage, hugging you tightly just after you set your lute down. After a warm greeting and some explanation, he came to introduce you to the girls and they were all stunned by you. “Ladies, I’d like you to meet Y/n…I’ve known her longer than Vesemir.” He smiled just a bit more warmly. “G-Geralt-” Ciri stammered. “Her eyes and hair- Is she-…a Witcher…?” She asked in shock. “A woman as a Witcher…that’s-…not possible.” Triss said with a breathtaken tone. You just smiled and bowed low. “I stopped hunting years ago…but I like to keep my edge, working with Dandy. It’s wonderful to finally meet the women that he sings about.” You chuckled…it was the first time you had seen Geralt in nearly a hundred years…

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Geralt of Rivia x Child!Reader

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Summary: What happens when a certain witcher save you from an awful future to become a slave for the Nifgaard realm? Follow the journey of you and the white-haired witcher adventures,  blossoming a beautiful relationship between father and daughter. (Yeah… I know that the summary is bad 😂 Sorry)

Warnings: Angst, a little bit of blood

Words: 1,600

A/n: So, i notice that isn´t many fanfics of Geralt being a cute dad so i thought of doing one! The reader is 5 years old. I might do a part 2 to this.

Screams. That´s all you could hear around you. Tears were running down your soft cheeks freely as you see the destruction around yourself. Seeing houses being burnt to the ground, men being slaughter and women trying to comfort their children before the black ones could kill them.  

Kneeling down, you put your small hands on the cold body before you. “M..Mommy?…Mommy wake up…” your voice comes out tiny as you try to shake your mother´s corpse, your vision was becoming more and more blurry by the fat tears running out of your big e/c eyes. “P..Please Mommy!” you stutter quietly, your lower lip trembling from fear and heartbreak.  

Suddenly a strong hand grabs your h/c hair and pull you forcibly, making you scream in pain. “What do we have here? A little pig?” one of the soldiers that were attacking your village said with an evil laugh.  

You put your small hands on his and try to kick him away from you, pleading from him to let you go but that only made them laugh even more. One of the soldiers went to you grab your soaked cheeks tightly, forcing you to look to his wicked eyes. “You would do a perfect slave…maybe when you´re older, you could bring some pleasure to us,” he said with a disgusting smirk on his rough lips. The other two men agreed but the fourth man didn´t say anything, only stay there with a painful look on his pale face. You notice blood running down his mouth and small gasp leaving his mouth. Of a sudden the man falls down to the floor and a large figure stood behind him, with a bloody sword on his hand.  

“What the fuck!” the man that was holding whisper as he saw the golden eyes of the stranger glowing in the dark, glaring dangerously to the three men.  

The other two men run to the golden eye man, clashing their swords with his but they were not good as the large man, who kill them with one single blow, cutting their heads with his shining sword.  

Your eyes shut close as a wave of blood cover your tiny body, making you gasp as you feel the warm red liquid on your s/c skin.  

The man that was holding your hair, screamed and throw you to the hard ground. You fell on the floor with a hard crash and your breath got caught on your throat a little. The soldier starts running away, screaming ´mutant´ but his alarmed voice was changed by a gurgling squeal as the golden eye man throws his sword, piercing his throat.  

You stay still on the cold floor, curl in a small ball beside your mother. Sobbing into your mother’s cold neck.  

After a while, you feel a warm hand stroking gently your back. Lifting slowly your head, your teary eyes met golden ones, full of concern. “Are you okay, child?” his rich deep voice envelopes you in warmth and safeness.  

You nod slowly and look down, pointing to the corpse beside you. “Mommy doesn´t wake up!” you sob quietly. The stranger lets out a sigh and nods, putting his warm hand on your bloody cheeks, cleaning some of it. “I´m sorry little one… I think its better for you to go with the rest of refugees…” he said while looking back, seeing some women and men running out of the village with children and small babies. You shook your small head and whimper as you see them looking at you, waiting to come to them.  

The strange man pats your head and stood up. “Stay safe, child,” he said while walking towards his horse, leaving you alone and scared, taking all the safeness with him.  

Looking to the people waiting for you and then to the stranger’s back, you stood up and run as fast your little legs could.  

The golden eye man stops as he feels your tiny hand grab his. Looking down, he sees your sad chubby face staring to him, tears running down your soft cheeks. “P..Please…don´t leave me!” you desperate grab his large hand, trying to make him stay.  

He stays looking down at you with a serious face, thinking of what to do. After a while, he lets out a defeated sigh and nods. “Okay… but I will only take you to the nearest town, where is safe for you,” he said while picking you up and putting you on his horse´s back. Then he climbs up, sitting behind you. His strong arms wrap around you as he takes hold of the reins and orders his horse to move, taking you away from the vast chaos and death. 

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It´s been a month and you still have a long way until you arrive at the nearest town. In all your time with Geralt, you got to know each other. To your surprise, the large man was a witcher who shocks you since he was so gentle and protective with you.  

You have heard stories about his kind, your mother used to tell as a bedtime story. Telling the brave tales from the monsters’ hunters.  

“I´m bored…” you said while sitting beside the small campfire, pouting. “Hi bored. I’m Geralt.” he said with a smirk on his face, making you huff in annoyance. “Can I go play in the river?” you asked with hopeful eyes.  

Since you two stopped to make a camp, the lovely calm waters from the river on the other side of the road grabbed your attention. All you wanted to do was to jump to the beautiful blue water and swim around.  

“No.” that was his answer which made your hope die out. You roll your eyes and huff, hitting with your tiny foot on the muddy ground. “Why not?” you asked, glaring to him.  

Geralt stops polishing his sword and looks to you with one of his silver brows lifted. “Because I said so. Now, why don´t you rest a bit?” he said while posing his sword beside him and resting his back against the tree, closing his eyes.  

You murmured something under your breath and lie down beside the warm fire, watching the flames dance with each other.

After some time, you hear a soft snore coming from Geralt. Standing up, you saw him fast asleep. Smirking gently, you tiptoe to the river, careful not to step in some dry leaves.  

As you reach the bank of the river, the fresh air hits your small face. Grinning widely, you took off your shoes and put your tiny feet on the cold water, giggling as you feel the soft sand on your toes. Looking up, you saw the sun going down and the stars starting appearing on the twilight sky.  

As you were entertained playing on the water, you didn’t notice the horrendous creature swimming in your way. His hungry eyes fixed on your small figure, waiting for you to let down your guard. As you were about to pick up a beautiful white stone, you see something move on the murky water. Feeling suspicious, you turn back to leave but a wet cold hand grabs your arm, pulling into the deeps of the river.  

You scream and trash your small body, trying to get free from the creature firm hold. Water starts filling your lungs, making difficult to breathe and your body heavy. The creature licks your face and opens his large mouth, showing all his sharp teeth. As he was about to bit your face off, something pulls the creature out of the water, taking you as well.  

When you hit the hard ground, you start coughing all the water out and taking deep breathes, filling your lungs with fresh air.  

The creature lets out a painful scream and fell on the floor, black blood pouring out of his mouth. Looking up, you see Geralt glaring down to the creature, stabbing him with the point of his silver sword.  

Sobbing loudly, you jump to his arms. Burying your face on his warm chest, inhaling his spicy scent. He wraps his arms around your small frame and carries you back to the camp.  

He grabs a warm blanket and wraps it around you. “I..I´m sorry…Please d..don´t be mad at me…” you sob into his neck, curling your small body against his.  

Geralt took a deep breath and kiss gently your forehead. “I´m not mad, Y/n… but you should have listened to me. You could have died if I didn´t hear you yell,” he said, rocking you gently, trying to calm you down.  

You nod and took a deep breath. Your cries begin to die out, only sniffing and whimper quietly into his chest.  

Geralt starts humming a song, making your eyes heavy as sleep begins to take over your sore and shivering body. His gentle strokes on your back made hum in happiness as bury yourself into him, pulling the soft blanket to your shoulder and sigh in relief.  

The only things you could hear was his soft humming and the slow beat of his heart, lulling you to sleep.  

“I love you, Daddy.” with your words, his body tense. His humming stops and his heart starts beating faster. He took a deep breath and kiss your head, you could feel the sweet smile on his lips.  

“And I love you, my daughter.”

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A Witcher’s Pack Chapter One

Masterlist

Chapter Two

Warning: Adult situations +18 SMUT, Breeding Kink, A/B/O

A/n This is the brainchild of me and @havenoffandoms who helped me a lot with suggestions that I hadn’t even thought of xx this will be a short chaptered fic hope you enjoy

Geralt finds his omega and Jaskier helps.

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Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x reader.

[ Master list ]

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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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