Guess who is still bored out of her mind? That’s right, ME! I’m meant to be doing uni work but alas all I can think about is Geralt because I mean damn... look at him so... here is the first piece to a small (Possibly long depending on how long I can be bothered to make it) Geralt x Reader series. No warnings here... can’t promise there wont be, I’m trying to keep it smut free and fluffy but holy shit I really wanna fuck Geralt to no promises you lot!
Geralt hated relying on others. Preferably he’d go about his life never having to interact with anyone other than those who gave him his coin. Jaskier was about as much as he could handle when it came to contact with people, and even that was at a push. However, sometimes he had little choice but to accept the help others, now was one of those times.
Usually, if Geralt was between towns he’d happily sleep on the floor beside his horse, the stars above his head. Today this was not possible. Even the big bad Geralt couldn’t possibly stomach the storm that was overhead. In just a matter of minutes of the heavens opening, he was drenched through, his hair dripping wet as he walked along with poor Roach.
He kept his eye out for even the smallest bit of shelter, whether it was a fallen tree or a dark cave, at this point he would have taken anything just to keep himself warm and dry. The wind got stronger, making it hard for both the witcher and his horse to continue. Just as he was about to settle for the smallest bit of shelter under some low hanging branches on a tree he caught a glimpse of a small house, its dim light shining through the small windows. A small outbuilding to the side of the small house looked as though there would be enough room for both he and Roach to hide in, just until the worst of the storm had passed.
Doing his best to keep quiet, not knowing who it was that lived in the house and not wishing to find out if they were going to be friendly towards the likes of him, Geralt pushed through the wind, Roach following behind until he made it to the small outbuilding. Opening the doors he found it was already occupied by another horse(a horse who did not look too pleased with the new company), but there was still enough space for both Roach and his rider to fit in.
The rain hammered against the roof, the wind rattling the doors. The storm made no signs of letting up any time soon. Geralt was not one to complain about the weather but even he was taken aback by how loud and hard the storm had hit, how quickly it had gone from a few dark clouds in the sky to this monstrous storm.
What felt like hours passed, Geralt no dryer than when he entered, it being far too cold for anyone to dry. Roach had settled down, the storm no longer scaring the witchers horse. Geralt decided it was probably best he tried to get some sleep, not knowing how long he would be safe to stay in a strangers outhouse without permission. Doing his best to get comfortable on a small bail of hay, Geralt was about to fall asleep when a noise from just outside the door startled him.
Shooting up, sword in hand Geralt tried to stay quiet listening for what it was. He could hear what sounded like wet, uneven footsteps coming towards the door. A loud groan hit his ears as the door was slowly pulled open.
“Fuck.” Geralt whispered, not sure what was to meet him behind the door.
