#reader x geralt

[playbucky]

Bathe

Requested by Anon – I see you’re taking Witcher requests! I want to request a Geralt x reader, where they’ve been traveling together and reader develops feelings for him but has never told the real reason why she went with him and Jaskier. She has a very controlling family that she ran away from. While making a stop, Geralt gets a sense that somebody is following them and turns out her family hired some people to abduct her and bring her back home. Maybe she tells how she feels after he saves her from being taken. A/N – name calling. Characters – Geralt, Reader, Jaskier. Word Count – 1252.

Three months you’d been travelling with Geralt and Jaskier, three months of seeing the beautiful country and the cities that were littered throughout. Three months of feeling safe, no one questioning you about yourself or even bringing you down. Having successfully killed another monster, the three of you decided to spend the night in the small town. The residents sent glares at the Witcher, but then jaskier produced his small guitar and started singing and it wasn’t long before drunken people where singing so loudly and out of tune you had to get up and leave. Excusing yourself from the table, Geralt grunted as he was being talked to two woman who were almost sitting on top of his lap as he drank the sour ale without flinching. Finally getting outside, the air was slightly fresher but didn’t care, dusting the top of the stool of you turned to sit on it when you felt like you were being watched. Slowly turning around you were greeted nothing, sighing you sat down and leant against the side of then pub, closing your eyes.

‘You ready to leave?’ It was Geralt, he was holding a stumbling Jaskier, you nodded before standing up and followed behind them, the feeling of being watched hadn’t eased up but you couldn’t see anything. ‘You can feel it too?’ Geralt asked, you turned to him as he’d decided to lift Jaskier over his shoulder, he lay slumped but was still singing the song. ‘Being watched.’ Geralt clarified, you nodded before blowing your hair away. ‘Yeah, someone’s been watching me since we’ve arrived here.’ ‘I’ll put Jaskier to bed and then I’ll check it out.’ He said, you nodded before looking at Jaskier, who had suddenly gone white. ‘He’s gonna puke.’ You said quickly, Jaskier was off his shoulder in an instant and was quickly bent over so he didn’t puke over himself. ‘How many did he have to drink?’ You asked Geralt over his back, as you rubbed circles. ‘Three mugs.’ Geralt responded. ‘God, Jaskier you’re a lightweight.’ You mumbled to him, when you noticed Geralt had disappeared and then the sound of shouting and fighting sounded. There was some skin hitting skin, before everything went quiet before Geralt appeared from the tree line dragging an unconscious man behind him by his foot. You stood up and looked at him as he dropped the foot and then turned to you.

‘Who sent you?’ Geralt asked, the man continued to stare at you before smiling. ‘You should ask your whore over there.’ He said, a drunken Jaskier kicked him. ‘You do not call a lady a whore.’ He mumbled, you reached for him and pulled him away, making him sit down on the bed. ‘Who sent you?’ Geralt asked again, the man continued to look at you before you shook your head. ‘My parents.’ You informed him, Geralt turned and looked at you. ‘Why? You aren’t a princess are you?’ He asked, you scoffed and shook your head. ‘God no, furthest thing from that.’ You said, he still looked confused. ‘How much did they pay you?’ You asked the man, he didn’t look away from you. ‘Thirty gold coin.’ He said, you scoffed. ‘More than they were going to sell me for.’ You said, knowing Geralt heard you. ‘You can return back and tell them I won’t be returning.’ You informed him. ‘They said I should bring you back no matter what.’ He told you, you nodded slowly before you started shaking your head. ‘Well kill me because I will not be going back to live in that pig sty.’ You told him, opening your arms in front of you. ‘But you’ll stay with the Witcher.’ He said, jutting his jaw towards the tall brooding man behind you, you nodded. ‘I feel welcomed here, no need to change that now.’

‘Thank you for stopping him.’ You told him, he grunted in response as you wiped down Jaskier face with a wet cloth, as he mumbled. ‘Why are they after you?’ He asked, you stopped what you were doing and set the cloth down back into the bowl. ‘I was born to the loveliest couple but – who am I kidding.’ You shook your head. ‘My parents had me, hoping I’d be a boy but I wasn’t.’ You quickly said. ‘So they loved me until their son was born, and then another son.’ You explained, Geralt turned and watched you as your eyes glossed over. ‘I was put out into the pig sty to live and sleep, whilst they had their fun learning and playing with other people I was doing the chore.’ You explained, smelling the pig poop over you as it coated your skin and clothes. ‘I would wake up when the sun rose and did everything, then when the sun set I would be doing more stuff.’ You continued. ‘If I wanted to bathe I had to sneak down to the river and wash in the darkness.’ You stated. ‘Then some lady came and offered to buy me up for ten silver, but before she could take me I ran, then meet you and Jaskier and here we are.’ You finished, motioning between the drunk boy and Geralt. He looked at you, taking everything in before he glanced at Jaskier before pushing off the doorframe and walked away from the pair of you.

‘Y/N.’ Geralt said, you woke with a jerk, the back of our head hitting off the wall that you were sat against. Looking to Jaskier before turning to Geralt you looked at him confused. ‘Follow me.’ He said, you let out a yawn before nodding and standing up. He took off quickly and you had to jog to catch up to him before you struggled to stay beside him. ‘Where are we going? Jaskier-.’ ‘Jaskier will be fine.’ He grumbled, you pursed your lips and nodded before he stopped and opened a door. ‘What’s this?’ You asked, the steam filled up your senses and you turned to Geralt. ‘It’s a bath.’ He said, pointing to the wooden tub. ‘It is, but why here, we aren’t due one until the next town.’ You informed him, knowing the routine. ‘True, but the thief had the silver coins on him, and well now he doesn’t.’ He said, you looked confused. ‘I booked an hour for you, the water might be cold by the time your down but you’ve never had a warm one before.’ He said, your jaw slackened as you looked at him and then to the bath that had wisps of steam coming from the clear water. You turned around and pressed your fingers against it, breaking the surface and feeling the comfort within. You were about to say something before you turned back and walked over to Geralt, stopping in front of him. He tried to keep a straight face but when you reached up on your tippy toes and cupped on cheek before pressing a kiss to the other you felt his heart jerk. ‘Thank you, this means a lot to me.’ You told him, stepping back and dropping your hand, he sighed as he closed is eyes briefly before nodding. ‘I’ll leave you be.’ He said and before you could reply he stepped out the room and shut the door, but you didn’t hear his footsteps disappear but you didn’t care before you slid out your clothes and quickly submerged yourself in the water, the warmth surround you as you let out a moan.

[nastybuckybarnes]

Geralt Of Rivia Masterlist

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PRINCESS OF THE ELVES (One Shot)

Pairing: Geralt X Reader

Summary: As Princess of the Elves, life at the Edge of the World is a little less-than-fun. However when a Witcher and his Bard show up in your brother’s court, your life gets all the more interesting. Or what happens when a young woman follows a Witcher into too much trouble.

Warnings: Language, Smut, Fluff, Violence, Flashbacks, Injuries,

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RIDE ON (One Shot)

Pairing: Geralt X Reader

Summary: Geralt has a bad habit of treating you as if you’re nothing more than someone he can turn to when he has no one else. He changes your mind about that.

Warnings: Flangst

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BY THE FIRE (Multi-Part)

Pairing: Geralt X Reader

Summary: A hunt goes wrong and Geralt finds himself in a most precarious situation. Until a surprising hero saves his life.

Warnings: Smut, Language, Injuries, Violence, Minor Angst, Fluff

I SEE FIRE (PART TWO OF ^^)

Pairings: Geralt x Reader

Summary: Geralt reunites with a Mage he thought was nothing more than a distant memory, but their chemistry is hardly forgotten. When a new threat arrives in Cintra, you fight for a kingdom you do not know, and you fall for a man who you may not be able to have. You’re forced to decide between what you want and what you need.

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Language, Violence, Injuries, Fluff

[imagines-all-day-everyday]

Light

Requested by anonymous:

“Could you do a Witcher imagine where y/n is a prostitute and Gerald is a reoccurring client and they have a special bond where they want each other but know it could never happen but just enjoy their time spent together whenever he comes back to her area.”

Warnings: hinted smut, swearing, angst, fluff

Notes: I’m on a Geralt writing spree and I can’t stop....

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“You didn’t have this one last time.” *yn* murmured, her fingers ghosting over a small scar on his chest.

“Very observant.” 

His comment made her peer up at him with a raised brow, “Watch it.” 

“Or what?” Geralt answered. “Or you’ll have another scar to add to your impressive collection.” She retorted back light heartedly causing a deep chuckle to vibrate through his chest. Geralt watched her as she pushed back the sheets and got up from the bed. 

He placed an arm behind his head as he laid back on the pillow. His eyes never left her as she wandered across the room to grab a pitcher of water. 

The candle light illuminated her naked body in an enchanting amber glow, showing off every perfect dip and curve of her figure. He could see the small beads of sweat rolling down her chest towards her navel. Her nimble fingers moved up to play with her hair, revealing more bundles of sweat at the nape of her neck. 

Seeing the sweat on her body reminded Geralt of how she’d gotten to be that drenched. Those same nimble fingers that were now playing with her hair were only minutes ago gripping the bedsheets as he pounded himself into her from behind, his hand wrapped around her throat as his chain pressed itself into her back as she moaned his name over and over again.

That was a memory he would relish in when he was on the road.

He remembered the first time he’d ever wondered into the establishment she worked at. He remembered the first time he laid eyes on her, the first time he’d fucked her, the first time she’d made him laugh when she’d told him - “no no no don’t pay me, trust me that was so good that I should be paying you Sir Geralt of Rivia.”

He’d found himself taking even the smallest paying jobs if it meant that he would have to travel back towards her, in fact he’d been back in her province five more times since the first time they had met.

Geralt had initially felt guilty when she flat out refused to take his money, but now it was the opposite. It would feel wrong to pay her, because they both knew that she wasn’t a prostitute to him, just like he wasn’t a client to her.

“Why are you looking even more broody than usual young wolf?” *yn* joked, interrupting his thoughts as she slid back into bed.

“Nothing particularly enthralling.” He answered, shooting her a small smile as she lay her head on the pillow next to him.

“Hmmm.” She hummed disbelievingly. “Speaking of wolf, what are people calling you these days? I’ve heard White Wolf, The White Witcher, Butcher of Blavikin....” She trailed off, shooting him an innocent smile when he glanced at her.

*yn* was the only living soul in the entire world who could get away with calling him the Butcher of Blavikin - and she knew it too.

“Now who needs to watch it.”

“What did I say?” She smiled innocently. “Geralt!” She squealed, when he unexpectedly moved towards her, pinning her hands above her head as he rolled on top of her. 

Before he could say anything else, she leant up and captured his lips in a gentle kiss. As the kiss deepened, *yn* let her hands wander down his bare back before moving to his chest. 

“You can’t just kiss me to get out of trouble, you know?” Geralt mused as he pulled away from her eager lips. 

“But it works so well.” She pouts causing him to laugh. There was a brief moment of silence as they studied each other before *yn* opened her mouth again. “How long are you in town for?” 

“Couple more days.” He answered as she leant up to twist a strand of his white hair in-between her fingers. 

“Good.” She hummed in approval. “Because there’s quite a few things I’ve been wanting to try out.” 

“Oh is that so? Will we have enough time?” He asked her, letting his eyes wonder down to her bare chest.

“If we get started right now, I think we’ll just make it.” She smirked before reattaching their lips hastily.

They both knew that they were both getting too attached to each other, just like they knew that nothing could ever happen between the pair. Geralt was a mutant. *yn* was not. It couldn’t last. But somehow they’d managed to find each other in the midst of all the darkness their world had to offer.

And even if it was for only a few days a year, they provided each other with light. And for them, that was enough.

[therealcalicali]

Of Bards and Bastards

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Reader

Warnings: None

Type: Drabble

Wordcount: 1,638

This is for @rosepetals-flyingbirds​  Writing Challenge.

Prompts: Dogs are better than People/You’re a bastard

Geralt had no desire to reside at your family’s quant Inn with adjacent Tavern. However, he was a man that disliked having his ear talked off. So after many days of being pestered by Jaskier, he gave in. And it was a good thing too. Because not only had the two men been sleeping rough for weeks, but the weather had turned.

So needless to say, they were lucky to happen upon your township.

“Welcome to The Laughing Archer.” Your Aunt quipped with a pleasant smile. “I’m Ausalái and the wee thing behind the counter is my niece, Y/N. How can we be of help this evening?”

As she spoke, her ample cleavage caught Jaskier’s attention. Though to be fair, he did his best to not make it obvious. Because despite her being rather slender, your Aunt was buxom. Not that your Uncle ever complained.

“It is nice to meet you both. I’m Jaskier and this--------”

The larger man elbowed him in the ribs.

After warning the Bard numerous times to desist being sociable, it was obvious that he had learned nothing. Thus, Geralt decided it was best to take over.

“We require two rooms.” He said, his voice more of a low rumble than anything.

“Two?” Jaskier repeated, his eyes twinkling with surprise. “Geralt, either you have been lying for weeks, or we are flushed in coin. I figured it was all spent since we’ve been sleeping upon grass like farm animals.”

Ignoring the jest, the large man opened handed five pieces of silver to your Aunt. Enough for food and drink for four days.

“Are you a Knight, Ser?” You asked as you stepped forward. “I myself have never taken up sword as of yet. However, everyone says I’m a marvel with the bow and arrow. My Uncle trains me every----------.”

“The rooms.” Geralt gruffly interrupted, utterly ignoring every word that had come from your lips.

And you thought him rude for it, he was a patron. Thus, you simply nodded and bid them to follow.

After showing the men their lodgings, you went in search of fresh linens. But as you were descending the stairs, Jaskier asked if he could trouble you for honeyed milk. To which Geralt promptly rolled his eyes. But you had always been hospitable.

So despite it being rather late, you promised to bring a surprise to go with his desired beverage.

“I will have you know that aside from my Archery skills, I’m also known to be handy in the kitchens. But you shall see for yourself.” You added.

“Thank you kindly, Y/N. I can hardly wait.” Jaskier replied, clasping his hand in anticipation.

As soon as you were out of earshot, he went to Geralt’s door, which was located directly across from his own. He then knocked for some time before his burly companion finally appeared.

“What?”

“Is that a nice way to greet someone?”

Geralt promptly shut the door in Jaskier’s face. But he didn’t do so out of hatred. In fact, he had grown capable of tolerating the Bard’s peculiar temperament. However, after his recent skirmish with a Wayth Raider, he was in no mood for childish banter.

Still, Jaskier never could take a hint. So instead of returning to his own chamber, he entered uninvited.

“Why must you be.................you?” Jaskier asked. “First, you’re absolutely rude to that poor girl. And now, you direct your anger towards me.”

“Get out so I can rest.”

“See?”

Without replying, Geralt took a seat upon the bed. He then set his weapon aside and began unlacing his boots. Undeterred by the silence, Jaskier regaled him with his thoughts about the Inn. Declaring your Aunt a fetching woman, and you, a rare beauty.

“She just has that certain something one cannot explain.” The Bard added, his hands making random gestures. “Though pretty, she’s quite unaware of it. Which, in my eyes, makes her even more attractive.”

“Hmm.” Geralt scoffed as he threw a boot aside. He then started on the other, shaking his head in annoyance. “You pestered me for a proper resting place only to ogle women.”

“Do you ever stop grunting long enough to enjoy life?”

After clarifying that he never ogled, Jaskier declared that he only admired the fairer sex. And personally, he saw nothing wrong with it. But as expected, Geralt ignored his words.

“You behave as if you do not want companionship.” The Bard noted. “Even those of sour disposition want another person at their side.”

“Dogs are better than people.”

With a sigh, Jaskier agreed that humans could be treacherous. However, that did not mean one should resign themselves to a life of solitude. He then returned to discussing you once more. Declaring that you had the most cheerful disposition he had encountered in some time.

In fact, he planned to ask for Archery lessons in order to become better acquainted. Though Geralt chuckled inwardly at the notion, he remained silent.

“Lord Jaskier” You sang from the doorway. In your hand you held a platter of sweet cakes, sour loaf, and the requested honeyed milk. “As promised, I have come bearing morsels to fill your belly.”

“Y/N, you are an absolute sweetheart. Is all that for me?”

Your cheeks burned hot as you reminded him that they had paid for room and board. Thus, you were obligated to feed him well. Your eyes then went to the one called Geralt. And despite him being curt since their arrival, you asked if he too would like something from the kitchens.

“No.”

“Ignore my friend. He’s rather tired, so let us leave him to his sleep.” Jaskier said as he followed you out the door. “Besides, I wish to hear about life in this quant township. It seems rather lively from what I have seen thus far.”

The following morning, you woke early to assist with chores.

And as always, your Aunt and Uncle chastised you, insisting that you return to bed. Because despite not being your true parents, they had not taken you in to make you a servant. Nevertheless, you enjoyed helping the family business flourish. So, you kept to assisting the workers.

After helping the women clean the adjacent Tavern, you went to the kitchens. Indeed, you were thrilled about impressing the new lodgers. Thus, you set to work, gathering all manner of fresh ingredients. Even going so far as to enter the chicken coop that you typically avoided. Because despite eggs being a staple in most dishes, the chickens fought like hell to keep them.

“Y/N, you have the women cooking up a feast this morning.” Your Uncle exclaimed before stealing a piece of fried trout. “Just try not to overdo things.”

“I have told you before, I’m quite capable of running the kitchens.” You replied with a great smile. “Just make sure you return with adequate game for Suppertime.”

As he departed with his companions for a hunt, you checked to make sure the workers had things under control. When satisfied, you took the first dishes to the Inn’s dining area.

Since they had been residing longer, you first served the large party of Merchants before going to Jaskier and Geralt.

“I hope you slept well, Y/N. ” The Bard exclaimed, eager to delve into the first meal of the day. He then surveyed all you were setting before them. “Everything smells delightful. Ooh, what is the red delicacy there?”

“Pomegranate rolls filled with custard with strawberry molasses. It is a creation of my own doing.”

As you further explained the other dishes, Jaskier bit into a roll. Instantly, his eyes fluttered as if someone had rubbed his back. He then excitedly looked at Geralt.

“I know you dislike sweets. But you simply must try one of these” The Bard urged before taking another bite. “The girl’s hands are pure magic.”

“I’ll pass.” Geralt replied with brow raised.

He then lifted his mug of spiced ale and looked about the Inn. Naturally, you were somewhat hurt by his refusal. But you held your tongue and returned to the kitchens. After retrieving the second course, you served everyone with the same enthusiasm as before.

“Y/N, I hope this is not forward of me…” Jaskier began with some anxiety.

As he wavered, Geralt eyed him. From traveling together, he knew very well that the Bard was no competitor. So why he wished to trouble you, made little sense. Nevertheless, he decided to say nothing.

“Would you be keen to show me the basics of Archery? I mean, if you are not too busy with other things. Or people.”

“Of course, Lord Jaskier. It would be an honor to teach you.”

“Lord?” Geralt repeated.

Indeed, he realized that you truly believed his companion was of noble birth. So despite his usually stoic demeanor, he could not keep from chuckling.

“And what is so funny, Ser?” You asked.

“You.” Geralt replied as his intense gaze meeting yours. “Why assume him a Lord?”

“Because, he carries himself with dignity and kindness.” You replied with some irritation. “Besides, who’s to say that a Lord could not decide to become a Bard?”

“Quite the stupid assumption.”

“As you please, Ser. But I shall perceive your friend as I see fit. Would you like to know how I have come to perceive you?”

“Not particularly.”

There was a long silence, your ire festering as if time had stood still for ages. But eventually, you glared at the handsome boarder, refusing to let him have the last word.

“You’re a bastard!”

You then hastened to the kitchens; leaving Geralt perplexed and Jaskier laughing so hard, the other boarders began to stare.

[fanficfeeling]

Worth It - Jealous!Jaskier x Reader

A/N: I'm SO sorry this took so much longer then I said it would. I got very excited to write it, and then the rough draft had a lot of problems, and it totally got away from me... it was a journey. But I'm very happy with the end result, and I hope you are as well! That's the last time I make promises I can't keep, promise!

Request: Hey! I have a request for Jaskier x reader (and maybe a little Geralt x reader) where Jaskier is jealous of how close the reader and Geralt are, and finally expresses his feelings for the reader (For Anon)

Warnings: Jealousy. If you spot something else you want tagged, please let me know!

Word Count: 2,153

Requests are OPEN

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Jaskier watched as his best friend and the love of his life began to spar in this forest clearing, and it was all he could do to hope his distress wasn't too terribly obvious. Of course, he had no real right to be upset. Y/N wanted to learn to fight beyond the basics of what she knew and Geralt was the best teacher she could have, but it hadn't occurred to Jaskier just how physical an activity sparring can be. He watched the sweat that dripped off your mischievously grinning form as your face got far closer to Geralt's then he thought he'd ever have to see.

He leaned back against a tree and sighed, attempting to get the raging jealousy out of his system before you were done. He didn't need you to know he was jealous - he didn't exactly have a right to be, you weren't WITH him, after all - and the last thing he wanted was to let the cat out of the bag before he was ready. He'd come close to accidentally telling you how much he loves you before, and the fright it gave him every time to think that you would learn his feelings and reject him on the spot - eliminating his chance forever - was enough to let him know just how dear you really are to him.

Attempting to swallow his pride, Jaskier tried to pick up his lute to focus on something else--ANYTHING else--and put the thought of you out of his mind, no matter how impossible that seemed to be.

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You had been growing especially close to Geralt recently since joining this duo on their travels. A part of you knew Jaskier wasn't fond of it, although you couldn't imagine why. He often claimed Geralt was his best friend, and you figured he would appreciate it if you got to know him. Yet it's seemed to drive him absolutely up the wall when you spent time alone with Geralt. Perhaps he felt left out? Nevertheless, while it upset you to think Jaskier felt abandoned, you figured that wasn't very likely the case – his self confidence would never permit it – and you were having far too much fun getting to know Geralt to let something so unlikely stop you.

When you first asked Geralt to teach you how to fight better, you'd done it because Jaskier always told you he'd feel better if he didn't have to worry that you'd gotten hurt all the time. What better teacher could you have then a Witcher?, you'd thought, and hoped Jaskier would stop making rude faces at Geralt's back when you spent time with him. Now, however, you couldn't care less – you were having far too much fun with the Witcher to ponder why Jaskier could be acting so out of character.

As Geralt swings his massive sword at your torso, you narrowly dodge, swinging your body outwards and attempting to bring your sword back at him, which he easily pushes away with his own. He brings it up to point the end of the blade at you.

"That may work against rogue bandits, but you'll face far worse than that in the woods, and that definitely won't work against me. "

"Are you something far worse to face than a bandit, then?" Before he could answer, you swing your sword towards his hands, hoping to startle him into dropping his blade, but he simply maneuvers to block your move. He presses towards you, against your sword, forcing you to try to push him off, but he's far too strong for that.

When he gets close enough to you, he spoke softly, "Absolutely. "

You once again swing your body out to the side, briefly causing him to stumble forward, and move the tip of your sword against his side.

"On the contrary, Geralt. I think you wouldn't feign to hurt me. Couldn't bring yourself to if you tried." Word choice was important there, because as much as you know he would never want to, you are well aware he always possesses the ability.

With your blade poised to make a nasty gash in his torso, you're sure he will call this round, if for no other reason then to bid you this one small victory of wits. You may barely make a dent, but he is vulnerable, and you'd made a good point – and before you even register what was happening, you're flat on your back in the dirt, Geralt's sword at your throat. He stands above you, looming, with a smirk on his face.

"I may not be able to bring myself to hurt you, but others can – and will. Never underestimate your opponent. "

"So you admit you have a soft spot for me?"

"I didn't say that. But maybe I do." He tilts the blade away from your throat, and offers a hand to you to help you up. You take it, begrudgingly.

As you stand and scowl at Geralt, receiving a smile in return, you notice he doesn't let go of your hand for a moment, and you briefly wonder if there could be anything there. No, you quickly decide, you know enough to understand that he didn't see romance in his cards, and when you feel no disappointment upon realizing that, you figure it's for the best. Doesn't feel right, anyway.

Next, a new thought hits you: could Jaskier be jealous? No, that would be absurd. Jealous of who? Of Geralt, taking your time? Not a chance, he would have no reason to feel that way. Of you, taking Geralt's time? You feel your heart squeeze tightly at the thought. You never wished to make him upset.

You tell Geralt quickly that you're quite tired, and think you should call it a day on the sparring. He agrees well enough, happy that you're honoring your limits while training, and when he goes to begin his own new activity, you rush to where Jaskier had placed himself for the afternoon.

You can't help but admire him as you approach. He sits, his back against a tree, relaxed, strumming his lute softly. He sings a song you've never heard before - you wonder if it's new? - and a small bit of sunlight breaks through the trees, hitting his face softly. You wonder if it's annoying him. His voice is enchanting, as it always seems to be, and once again you wonder briefly how everything he sings can sound simultaneously like the most heart-wrenching lullaby and the most awe-inspiring jig.

It isn't until he looks up at you that you realize you're standing directly in front of him now, and you give him a soft smile.

"Another breathtaking song, Jaskier."

He looks down at his instrument once more, and you can't fathom why he seems so... resigned.

"I'm honored you like it, but it's not something I plan to play again anytime soon."

"Why is that?"

"It was written out of... frustration, an energy I'd rather not make a habit of putting into my work."

You move to sit down next to him. You swear he moves away a fraction, and you feel your heart break just a little.

Could I be the cause of his frustration?

"I hope that isn't becoming a regular occurrence, then."

"On the contrary, it's frustrating in and of itself how often negative emotions are ending up fueling my songs lately." He shoots you a wry smile.

"Can I ask what the source of your frustration is?"

He seems to contemplate this for a long moment, and you hold your breath the entire time.

"Myself, I think." He finally seems to admit, solemnly.

"What do you have to be frustrated about? You're..." You trail off, realizing you were about to call him wonderful, and it suddenly occurs to you why the idea of disappointing him seems so heartbreaking.

Oh. Oh, no.

He doesn't seem to catch your hesitation.

"It's silly, really. I just think I'm feeling things I'm not meant to be feeling, and it's driving me crazy to think that I can't, or shouldn't, do anything about it."

"There's no such thing as a feeling you shouldn't be feeling, and this is exceptionally uncharacteristic of you. Whatever it is that you wish you weren't feeling is happening for a reason, you of all people should know that. Even if you can't do anything about it, maybe you should talk it through with someone? I'm here to listen, if you need."

You watch as panic flits across his face, "No! No, no, I can't do that."

"Why not? It's healthy to talk things through-"

"Yes, but not with you-"

"Why not me?"

"Because you're..." His frustration seems to build as he trails off, like he doesn't even know what he really meant to say.

"I'm what?" You ask softly, not sure you really want to know the answer.

"You're part of the problem!" He yells, and you're so sure your heart stops beating that you don't notice the immediate, palpable regret he feels.

"No, you're not a problem, it doesn't even really have to do with anything you're doing, it's all me-"

"Is this about all the time I'm spending with Geralt?" It's Jaskier's turn to feel his heart stop, and for a brief but seemingly infinite period of time, he's so sure you know.

"All the- why would you?-"

"I'm sorry. I never meant to take up so much of his time. I'll stop, if you ask, I never intended to third wheel your friendship!"

"Third wheel? What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about feeling absolutely awful about spending too much time with your best friend and stealing him away from you! I'm so sorry- wait, what are *you* talking about, then?"

His relief is obvious as he all but screams, "I'm talking about being horribly jealous of Geralt because I'm madly in love you!"

"You're what?"

You're shocked when he doesn't clamp his hand over his own mouth, because for a moment, it seems like he's about to.

"That's... not what I meant to say. No, it is, I am! Just not right now! You weren't meant to find out this way! You weren't meant to find out... ever, honestly."

The thought had never occurred to you. That he might feel this way about you, or even that you might feel that way about him. Why would it? How could you? But now, knowing this, piecing it all together in hindsight... how could you not?

When you anchor yourself back in your body again, he's still rambling. He still seems terrified. But you? You can't think of a moment where you've ever been happier, and you know right then and there you will never view that sweet bard the same way again.

"Jaskier."

"If you're going to tell me to get away from you, don't say anything, I don't think I can handle it."

"I'm not going to say that."

"Well what else could you possibly have to say? I'm sorry, this was never meant to happen-"

When you hug him, he doesn't know what to do. He's totally at a loss. He finds himself wrapping his arms around you anyway, and he quickly finds it's his favorite feeling he's ever known.

"Jaskier, I never expected this, it's true, but I'm not unhappy. Give me a little bit of time to get used to the idea, but I think I can quickly, confidently come to say that I feel the same for you."

Years worth of relief wash over him. Before he can process much at all, he asks, "Can I kiss you?"

He didn't think he could be anymore surprised today, but when you kiss him without answering? That takes the prize for top surprise of the evening. He retracts his earlier revelation; THIS is his new favorite feeling.

When you try to pull away, he chases you, if just to keep it going for a few more seconds, causing you to laugh against his lips. You have to put a hand on his shoulder, firmly, to get him to stop, but you rest your forehead against his once he does.

"I have to breathe, you know."

"What does breath matter when you could be kissing me instead?" You give him a playful shove as you laugh once more.

"Back to being a smart-ass, are we?"

"Would you have me any other way?"

"I can't say that I would. I'm quite relieved, in fact. Hopefully this means we're past the jealous mood swings?"

"Mood swings? I never had mood swings, and I was never jealous!"

"That's not what I recall you saying a few minutes ago."

"It was a big moment, memory can be shoddy-"

"I take it back, I wish you were less of a smart-ass."

"No you don't."

"Of course I don't. I do love you, after all."

"WORTH IT!"

[comfyswitcherblanketfort]

Why try to be artsy? This is pure unrequited pining.

Idk what came over me, the writing bug has once again bit me and I’m going to embarrass myself by posting all of it. 

This one I kinda like tho...

Warnings: none fam. unless yearning angst is just too much for your soul today

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You sat across the fire from Geralt, sore and exhausted, but unable to sleep. You had a feeling he wouldn’t be sleeping either. 

Not a word passed between you as you wolfed down some stale bread in hopes a full stomach would lull you into blessed nothingness. The silence was not uncomfortable, rather gentle and relieving. There was no need to perform or force anything. You were the type of tired that only comes from ridiculous efforts exerted through the day and at the very least, you felt you could relax into it without guilt. 

If it weren’t for the fact that you were camped a little too far off the main road and a little too sore to be comfortable you would have fallen asleep as soon as you dismounted your horse. Instead, you were kept up by every crack of a twig. Any weight shift from the horses had you tensed and ready to jump if your muscles would even respond at this point. 

Geralt seemed content to keep watch, signaling you to lie down with a curt nod. 

You knew it was hopeless, but you laid down on your stomach and rolled up some old clothes for a pillow regardless. You laid your head down facing the fire and consequently Geralt as he scanned the tree line. 

If he knew you were watching him he would surely turn away, but he was too lost in thought to notice. The warm light from the fire danced across his face, catching the golden flecks in his eyes like glittering jewelry on a noblewoman’s neck. He was just close enough that you could see the slim ring of sandy brown around the outside of his irises that made the gold all the more striking. Everything about him was striking, but especially his eyes. His dark lashes only emphasized their beauty. You noticed smile lines forming where his cheeks met his temple and smiled yourself. Those were new. There were worry lines too, a seemingly permanent crease between his brows that only disappeared when he was truly laughing or asleep, but there was a nice balance these days. 

You observed him as he chipped caked blood out of the broach he kept on his sword’s hilt, his eyes focused and full of regret. For what you didn’t know, but you were sure he was being too hard on himself. He always was. 

Normally you would take over watch if you had gone this long without sleep, but something selfish inside you prevented it. You simply gazed at him, soaking in every detail like your life depended on it; like he might fade from existence if you didn’t. You would never admit it, but you had let him become your protector and your constant. You had let yourself need him and now there was no going back. When you were apart you worried. When he was in pain you barely contained the frantic energy coursing through your veins. When he was angry with you you thought you might crumble into dust and float away on the wind. But when he smiled at your stupid jokes or nasty comments about a prideful lord you felt every cell in your body sing.  

As much as you wanted to comfort him, feel the weight of his head on your chest as you run your fingers through his hair, you knew he would only flee. He would spit some lie about how he’s poison to anything pure and spur Roach into a gallop down the road, leaving the vulnerability behind. So instead of joining him where he sat and leaning your head on his shoulder, potentially shattering that already fragile friendship, you laid and observed.

You watched him until you fell asleep, his rugged yet delicate features haunting your dreams. 

[uncomfortable-writers]

Bandit Camp (Geralt x Reader)

(Gif credit to owner)

Fandom: The Witcher

Character: Geralt

Persona: Female

Word Count: 689

Warning: Mentions of blood

Request: Hi. Could you please write some story or one shot about Geralt x reader? Maybe with angst and fluff please where reader is injured in fight? 

A/N - For lunatic-asshole <3

Geralt liked riding quietly in the early hours of the morning, it was at this time he could really take everything in and let his super senses immerse him in his surroundings without much worry; danger wasn’t really imminent at dawn. Geralt was particularly taken in by the morning smell of the flowers, their sweet scents tickled his nose as the sound of Roach’s hooves echoed in his ears. For once, he felt peaceful.

Suddenly a sharp whistle broke through the air, the high pitch noise bringing Geralt painfully out of his tranquil state.

“Do you have to?”, he hissed, swinging his head back to look at you, his white hair dancing around his face. You were following him on your own horse, an innocent look graced on your face, “Do what?”. Geralt frowned at you, it wasn’t unusual to see him wear this look, “You know I hate the whistling so quit it”, he then tried to resume taking in his surroundings, but all the interest was now lost.

The Witcher then felt himself cursing Vesemir for burdening him with the newest addition to the Kaer Morhen family, (Y/N). You were somewhat clumsy, ridiculously reckless and brash in your opinions, everything Geralt disliked. Though he somehow couldn’t say no when Vesemir approached him directly and asked if he could take you out. “So what are we doing today?”, you asked softly.

“I’m going to take care of some drowners and you’re going to watch and take note”, Geralt instructed wrapping his hands tighter around Roach’s reins, he could already hear your brain forming an argument and just as your mouth opened, he snapped, “And that’s non-negotiable”.

You huffed in dismay, “Fine”. You then tugged on your horse and marched off in front of Geralt as a final act of defiance. At this Geralt felt the corners of his lips twitch, but he quickly brushed it off and put his teacher attitude back on, “(Y/N), get back here”. He was about to call again when something felt off; something in the air had changed. “(Y/N) something’s wrong get here now”.

For a second you allowed yourself to get distracted by the older witcher, “Calm down Geralt everything’s fine--”.

Out of nowhere a group of bandits emerged on horses, one took advantage of your distraction and dragged you off of your horse, you landed on the dirt floor with a painful thud. “Son of a bitch”, Geralt growled. Quickly he lept from Roach to defend you, he kept his sword up as he clocked the group riding around in circles. “Where are you hurt?”, Geralt asked you still never taking his eyes off of the opponents. 

You touched your arm and winced, Geralt got the message. “I can help you”, you insisted trying to sit up but you collapsed into yourself. “Stay down, I’ve got this one”, Geralt started to move in a circle around you and for once you didn’t argue with him. It took no longer than five minutes for Geralt to slay the attackers and no longer than three for him to have you strapped across your horse leading you away to safety. 

“Thank you”, you sighed tiredly at the White Wolf as he bandaged the wound on your arm, preparing yourself for one of his lectures. 

“Next time when I say stay close to me I mean it okay?”, he waited for your answer, his orange cat-like eyes drifting up to meet your own, his fingers delicately wiping away the dried blood. “Yes Geralt”, you lazily spoke looking at the floor. He could sense that you were upset and so he decided a confession would cheer you up.

“You know why we’re all so harsh on you right?”, he paused and dabbed at your wound, “It’s because you have a lot of potential and if anything would happen to you, like this but worse, it would be a waste to lose that. Now rest up for later, those drowners won’t take care of themselves”. He patted your head and moved to sit down, taking on his meditative stance and for once you decided to stay quiet.

[playbucky]

Riveria

Prompt 8 Geralt of Rivera – “What are you doing with that mistletoe— oh.”

“Geralt, where are you going?” You asked him, he stopped before turning to you. “I have somewhere to be.” He said, you frowned slightly before nodding. “Be safe.” You told him, he nodded before disappearing, you turned back to the bar in front of you. “Y/N?” You name was being called, you lifted your head. “Jaskier.” You returned it with the same enthusiasm. “Someone wants to meet you outside.” He said, gesturing to the doors. Your furrowed your brows before you pushed off the bar, and walked out, dodging a few of the regular customers. You walked out, the cold air hitting your arms before wrapping them around yourself, you sighed before stepping out further. “Geralt?” You called out, when our saw the large figure with cape, he stepped closer to you. He continued walking towards you before he stopped, you lifted your chin to make eye contact with him before he lifted his arm up and your eyes glanced to it before noticing the mistletoe in his hand, you did a double take. “What are you doing with that mistletoe- oh.” You questioned, before you watched as he lifted it above the pair fo you.