Geralt x Female!Reader - Jealousy
This is my first attempt at a Witcher fic, more specifically the first attempt at writing Geralt. Hope you guys enjoy it! I havenât written reader inserts in a while, so sorry if it seems a bit rusty.Â
Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Reader
Warnings: swearing, hunting (just in case someone doesnât like that kind of topic), female!reader insert
Fandom: The Witcher (TV Series)
â⌠so in many ways, a bard also goes on hundreds of adventures. Only theyâre less messy, and definitely safer!â Jaskier argued, causing you to huff in indignation as you tried to hide the amused smile that was tugging at the corner of your lips.Â
âIs that so? And on what marvellous adventures have you been, Sir Jaskier?â
âI am glad you asked, Lady Y/N,â Jaskier stood up and went to grab his lute, which he used to improvise a new song to impress you, âIn a faraway land, many years ago, I was walking on beaches of sand, and dark caves belowâŚâÂ
You leaned back against a tall tree, watching the bardâs performance with a raised eyebrow and your arms crossed before your chest. You knew that Jaskier wanted more than just your friendship, but you never had the heart to tell him that your heart belonged to someone else. You knew it would break Jaskierâs heart to know that Geralt had claimed you as his, especially when the bard felt like he would never be a match for the witcher.Â
âThen one night as I ventured through the forest, in the dark and the cold, I prayed to the gods of old, and made my way on the path obscurestâŚâ
âThe path obscurest? Not your best work, Jaskier,â you told him, laughing slightly at his mock crestfallen expression. Despite your comment, the bard did not give up his spontaneous serenading.Â
âIâm a bit rusty, but you havenât heard my chorus yet⌠ahem⌠Toss a coin to your Jaskier, oâ valley of plenty, oâ valley of plenty. Toss a coin to your Jaskier, and maybe add a kiss in there, too.â
âNot in your wildest dreams,â you told him, throwing a stick at him which he managed to dodge. If your words hurt Jaskier, he did a good job at hiding his emotions. âNot to mention that you completely fucked up your rhyme gameâŚâ
Just as Jaskier opened his mouth to defend himself, the two of you heard a sound coming from the woods. The snapping of twigs and the sound of crunching leaves had you both on high alert. You instinctively grabbed for your two daggers, ready to defend yourself against your attacker. The gods knew that Jaskier would not be very helpful in case of an attack. When Geralt came into view, you instantly relaxed while Jaskier let out a relieved sigh.Â
âGeralt, you couldâve announced yourself,â Jaskier chastised the witcher, but you instantly noticed that something about Geralt was off. He had an unreadable expression on his face and acted even more distant than usual.Â
âSorry for interrupting your poor attempts at serenading Y/N, but donât worry I was just about to go hunt our dinner,â Geralt announced, his voice cold and shut off. Your frown intensified when you realised that he was avoiding your gaze.
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âIâll come with you,â you announced more than asked, only earning yourself a dismissive grunt from the witcher, âJaskier, how about you start a fire while weâre hunting?â
Jaskier looked ready to argue, however his protests died on his lips when he met your glare. Geralt seemed unaware of the exchange, and after feeding Roach an apple out of his bag, he disappeared into the woods again without waiting for you. You grabbed your bow and quiver and almost ran after him, leaving a disgruntled Jaskier behind.Â
âWhat was that all about?â you asked him when you had caught up with Geralt. He ignored you, which only confused you more. âWas it something I said?â
âQuiet, youâll scare away the prey.â
Geraltâs tone was sharp, which took you by surprise. You decided to remain silent as you scanned the area for prey. It did not take long for you both to stumble upon a lone deer who had stopped to drink out of a spring of fresh water. You stopped dead in your tracks and crouched behind a tree as you nocked your arrow as quietly as you could. You noticed how Geralt had taken cover behind a tree as well, and was now watching you. Even though you felt his gaze on you, you made a point to ignore him. The deer suddenly looked up, startled by the nearby rustling of leaves. You and Geralt both held your breaths as you tried not to scare your dinner away. When the deer finally let down his guard, you pulled the string of your bow all the way back and took three composing breaths before letting go. You and Geralt both watched as your arrow wheezed through the air and hit the deer right in line with its left leg, about halfway up its body.Â
Geralt still refused to speak to you as he got up and went to inspect the deer. He slit the dying animalâs throat with his sword to give it a quick death before lifting its dead body onto his shoulder and walking back towards the camp. You grew more and more suspicious of his behaviour, and you started to feel irritated by his silence. You had done nothing wrong, so why would he give you the silent treatment?Â
âGeralt, what the fuck is wrong with you?â you asked him as you jogged to catch up with him again.Â
âDonât lie to me! If Iâve done something wrong, at least have the balls to tell me to my face!â
Geralt unexpectedly came to a halt and dropped the dead deer to the ground. His actions were so sudden that you collided with him hard, letting out a pained groan as you brought your hand to your nose. Despite his grumpiness, your lover still cupped your face and forced you to look at him to make sure that you were not hurt too badly. The thought warmed your heart, but you knew that Geralt still had not forgiven you for whatever it was he reproached you.Â
âIâm fine,â you snapped as you reluctantly pulled away from his grip, âyou need to get your head out of your arse, witcher! I havenât done anything wrong-â
âHavenât done anything wrong?â his deep voice echoed you, disbelief lacing his tone, âwhy donât you ask Jaskier, maybe heâll enlighten you.â
âCome again?â It took you several seconds to understand what Geralt was getting at, âIs this what this is all about? Youâre jealous of Jaskier?â
âDonât be ridiculous.â
âOh, of course Iâm the ridiculous one hereâŚâ
Geralt stared at you, his nostrils flaring as he tried to contain his anger. You easily held his glare, unwilling to back down and lose the argument. Geralt was the first one to look away, sighing heavily as he heaved a resigned âfuckâ under his breath. He raked his fingers through his greasy hair before turning around to face you again. His other hand came to cup the side of your face, pulling you closer so he could rest his forehead against yours. His voice was hoarse as he whispered his next words into your ear:Â
âI hate the way he looks at you. Youâre mine.â
âIf you want him to stop looking at me that way, maybe we could stop hiding our relationship like itâs a crime!â
Before Geralt could reply, you pulled yourself away from him and headed back to the camp, not heeding him as he called out your name.Â
âHey Y/N, whereâs dinner?â Jaskier asked as soon as he spotted you through the trees, but you were in no mood to entertain him.Â
âFuck off, Jaskier!â you snapped before retreating inside your tent. You were glad that you had set up your shelter for the night early, for you did not feel like dealing with Jaskierâs shit. Or Geraltâs, for that matter. As soon as you were out of sight, you let the tears of frustration run down your cheeks. You angrily wiped them, hating how weak you felt when you let your emotions get the better of you.
âGeralt, what happened out there? Y/N seems pissedâŚâ
âY/N?â Geralt called your name, ignoring Jaskierâs question. You refused to acknowledge him, but Geralt was stubborn. âY/N, pleaseâŚâ
âI donât think she wants to talk to youâŚâ
âJaskier, do us all a favour and shut the fuck upâ Geralt snapped at the bard, which was what made you come out of your tent.Â
âLeave him alone, heâs done nothing wrong!â You coming to Jaskierâs defence was what pushed Geralt over the edge. Without a word, he took several long strides towards you and grabbed your wrist in his large hand, pulling you close to his chest and crashing his lips onto yours in a hungry and possessive kiss. Your eyes widened comically at the public display of affection, but your arms instinctively wrapped your arms around Geraltâs neck for support. The proximity of his warm body, and the feeling of his taunt muscles under the layer of clothing he wore drove you crazy, and despite the anger you felt, you found yourself melting into his embrace. You were about to deepen the kiss when you both heard Jaskier clear his throat loudly. You felt slightly guilty when you broke away from Geralt, but the way the witcher held you close to his body as he acknowledged Jaskier made you feel giddy inside.
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âSo, how long have you guys been a thing?â the bard asked, not allowing his voice to betray how hurt he was, but you knew better. You gave him an apologetic look, and even Geralt looked slightly contrite.Â
âA while,â you finally admitted, sensing the way Geraltâs hold tightened around you possessively, âIâm sorry for keeping you out of the loop, Jaskier.â
âJustâŚâ Jaskier took a deep breath and managed a forgiving smile, âJust donât hurt her Geralt, okay? If you do, Iâll⌠Iâll hurt you back⌠somehow!â
You were surprised when you heard Geralt chuckle at the comment.Â
âIâll make sure to keep that in mind.â
âAnd if you guys ever get married, Iâll be singing at your wedding,â Jaskier told them, and it was your time to laugh when you heard Geralt utter another â ah, fuckâ under his breath.Â
