pairing⁀➷ geralt of rivia x fem!reader
summary⁀➷ Much to your fathers disliking, you not only serve a Witcher in his tavern, but you also leave with Geralt to find his child of surprise.
warnings⁀➷ people being mean to geralt and reader, soft!geralt, swearing, making out, kind of ‚fast pace' relationship, not a good father daughter relationship
a/n⁀➷ is the relationship of geralt and reader a little fast pace? definitely but we don’t care lmao (if I missed a warning let me know pls!)
sorry the ‘read more’ is still not working properly
The tavern fell silent as a tall man entered. His features were covered by the large hood that he had pulled deep into his face, but you could see the white, almost silver, hair that peeked out of it. The smell he wore told you everything you needed to know. Everyone knew who he was - a Witcher.
Geralt of Rivia, the butcher of Blaviken as some called him.
He took off his hood, revealing his amber eyes. It almost looked as if they were glowing. He came to the bar and sat down on one of the stools. The Witcher barely looked at you as he slid a coin to you and silently stared at the wood. You took the coin and placed a mug full of fresh ale in front of him.
"I don't serve witchers in my tavern, Y/N. That son of a bitch should find another place!"
Your father spoke loudly as he approached you.
"You don't, I do. He pays, just like the others."
Your dry reply made the Witcher raise his head. He looked at you. Studied you. You could feel his gaze on you like it was burning into your skin.
Your father stood before you, enraged, staring at you, then turning his attention to his unwanted guest.
He was about to open his mouth to speak, but you interrupted him.
"One of the men back there asked for you. I'll take care of the rest."
The Witcher raised an eyebrow as he watched the whole scene from up close. You turned back to him, ignoring your father who, fortunately for you, only walked away in a huff.
"Can I get you anything else?"
As if nothing had happened, Geralt thought, and had to strongly suppress a grin. Much to his astonishment.
He wordlessly slipped you another coin.
And again you gave him a new jug in return. Curiously, you leaned your arms against the counter and looked at him. "Geralt of Rivia, right?" He looked up from his drink and eyed you again. "Mhm." was all he said.
"I heard you're looking for your child of surprise." His gaze was still fixed on you, something that wasn't entirely unpleasant. "I can help."
Geralt breathed out a laugh, tilted his head, and with a slow flutter of his eyelashes, looked directly into your eyes. "You?"
"Of course, it could all be a rumour, but I heard that a woman took in a young girl just a few days ago. Not far from here." He was still staring at you through his Witcher eyes.
"I know her, I can show you the way."
Still no movement from him. But it didn't surprise you, it was no special behaviour for his kind.
You still didn't give in and stared back.
Geralt knew it wouldn't be smart to take you with him.
You could already distract him too easily, make him forget what he had been trained all his life. But you were the first real clue to Cirilla of Cintra in weeks.
"How long will it take to get there?" he asked in a low voice that made your legs go soft.
"By horse, about three days."
The Witcher looked at his jug again, and his gaze lingered on it for a moment. Without you, he wouldn't get any further either, he had to try it at least.
"All right, then." he grumbled.
A grin formed on your lips.
As Geralt made a move to leave, you stopped him. "Oh no, you need sleep first. You look like you haven't slept in days. And a bath won't do you any harm either."
Your determination surprised him, and for a brief moment he wanted to go on looking for his child of surprise without you.
But you were right. He hadn't slept properly for days. The nightmares that plagued him made it impossible.
But he could accept a bath. Since he had killed that Kikimora, he stank of guts and blood.
With a grin, you approached him, only to walk past him. "This way." You could feel Geralt's gaze on your body, as you had earlier. But now it was stronger, almost impossible to ignore. Goosebumps spread up your arms. His tall, broad figure towered over you as he followed you.
Geralt felt the eyes of the people and your father on the two of you as you disappeared into one of the doorways that lead to the guest rooms.
The wooden door opened with a creak, revealing one of the plain rooms.
"You can sleep here tonight, l'll go and prepare a bath for you. If you-"
Large hands gripping your hips softly, interrupted you. Geralts eyes looked back and forth between your lips and eyes. "I think the bath can wait." he growled and pulled you against him.
With ease, he closed the door behind you with his foot and pressed you against it in the same movement. His hands found their way to your back.
His eyes studied every inch of you, and again it seemed as if his eyes were glowing. Before you could think, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your lips to his. He seemed to like it, because Geralt grabbed your waist a little tighter, lifted you up and sat down on the bed, with you straddling him.
He had already left a few marks on your neck that would certainly be seen for some time. His hands roamed your body as your lips found their way over his chin to his neck to leave a trail of kisses. You noticed how Geralt was concentrating on something else as he tensed slightly.
He leaned over to your ear, „Your father is eavesdropping.” You stopped kissing his neck, a wicked smile spreading across your face.
Without warning, you leaned back a little in Geralt's lap, but held on with your hands on the back of his neck.
"Mhmm Geralt!" you moaned his name, loud enough for your father to hear. Geralt looked at you with this small grin that spread across his lips so rarely. With one swift motion, he grabbed you tighter and kissed you hard, which made you moan into his mouth in surprise.
This time without pretending.
When he parted from your lips, his eyes went to the door. “He's gone.” he grinned with his usual low voice.
You chuckled, shaking your head. "Good thing I'm going with you because they would hunt me down after this, him being in the lead."
"Mhm" Greralt grumbled with an evil smile. "Sleeping with a mutant," his eyes looked directly into yours, "Bad, bad girl."
"Oh, shut up." you laughed as you hit his shoulder but he already started kissing you again.
When the two of you left the tavern the next morning, the marks on your neck were still clearly visible. Geralt had made sure everyone would see it.
"Fucking whore!" some drunk men and women shouted after you, still drinking or already drinking again. But one look from Geralt was enough to shut them up.
Whatever they were ranting about, they were still more afraid of the Witcher than anything else.
"My horse is outside." spoke Geralt softly into your ear from behind. You looked up at him and nodded.
"Where are you going?!" your father shouted when he saw you and the Witcher. Without moving a muscle of your face, you answered him. “Finding his child of surprise.”
"I have not raised you to be a fucking whore for a fucking mutant." he shouted after you, as you were already making your way to the door. You would've said nothing and just left. Geralt, on the other hand, would not.
He slowly turned around, and you could see the fear in your father's eyes. Geralt didn't even have to say anything, he just turned back to you, put one of his big hands on your lower back and walked out of the tavern with you.
"We're leaving. Now." he murmured angrily.
He wouldn't be able to hold himself back for much longer.
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