#gerald x reader

he has a weird amount of sex scenes 😭 we've seen him in roleplay and also getting peed on so... do with that as you will

i can definitely see him being a switch. he's pretty open to trying most things, so he doesn't mind being in either position.

but if you aren't open and direct about what you wanna try in bed, i feel like he'd be a boring dom? like not bad, just kinda plain? it's not his fault though!!! hes a traditional man! in his days they didn't have "piss kinks" or "pegging" 😒

but that being said, he's not against trying new things. especially when it comes to you being the dominant one. its different... but he kinda loves it.

and he LOVES receiving head. ofc it's only second best (behind the real thing), but he still goes crazy for it.

he doesn't mind giving head either,,, it's just that he thinks hes the best at it but he's kinda mid 😭 nothing a bit of communication can't fix but still

ok so hear me out

the two of them decided to propose at the same time.

the atmosphere was slightly weird.

she was giddy, yet fidgeted from time to time, but she managed.

he, on the other hand. was nervous. i mean, sure she was too, but he was more nervous than she was.

his hands were slightly clammy and would be embraced by the cold sweat if they weren't occupied by her hand.

they were out on a balcony from a restaurant, and she and he decided it would be great timing.

since she wore a slightly oversized cardigan since it matched her outfit. it had pockets inside, so it was also the perfect thing to wear so she can hide the box.

"hold on for a second ger, my shoe seems a bit messed up-"

[name] slightly grunted before bending down in her seat. due to physics, the side of the cardigan went down together. she then 'dusted' her shoe and fixed her shoelaces while the other hand went in and grabbed the box.

she slid the box into her sleeve and sat up straight again. "so-"

"can you hear me out for onee second?"

gerald couldn't help but the corners of his mouth lifted into a smile. he always liked hearing his dearest out even if it's a silly thing. he then proceeded to nod and was caught off-guard when [name] took his drinking glass.

she giggled and stood up close to his seat. she then put the glass back down and proceeded to, 'slightly trip'. "oh. woops sorry.." [name] then looked down and got on one knee.

"ehem- gerald. will you, accept this, uh. lustrous- okay. that-"

[name] coughs in her sleeve and shakes her head, "nevermind. gerald, will you marry me..?"

...

...

..?

"..pft.."

"hey.. i didn't know how to do this in a not so awkward way.."

"..well if that was the case, thank you."

"huh?"

"for making this not too awkward. i think we both know the answer to this."

gerald stands up and gently pushes the chair beside and kneeled down. "will you also marry me?"

~ yes. of course i will! ~ wedding/engagement rings

both of them were probably in an amusement park.

[name] she has the ring on a necklace so that way it could be prepared.

it was nothing too extravagant, just a simple ring

as they got their ice cream, they both decided to sit down near a tree shade.

mf, [name] had a skort on, but whatever you do you [anything you're comfy with]. had a jacket on that had pockets on the inside once again lol.

[name] leaned on roy's shoulders. he tensed at first and relaxed before turning his head in [name]'s direction and pecking her cheek before looking away.

lmaoaoaooaoa he;s so babygirl

"hey roy?" roy hummed, indicating he was listening to her. [name] stood up and walked over to where roy was facing at. she squeezed his free hand and cheek, grinning.

roy's face softened, grumbling slightly. "is that all dearest?" [name] shook her head and engulfed him in a hug. he slightly melted at the contact before wrapping his free arm.

[name] pulled back and she pecked roy's lips. "love you." his lips tugged into a smile. "i love you too.." [name] grinned childishly before crouching and totally arranging her shoelaces,

she knelt down for a bit, making roy curious why she just knelt down when she was arranging her shoelaces. she said,

"roy. let me be your forever, and i promise, i'll be here with you."

{ huh.. i was wondering when, but you beat me to it then. you'll be mine, and i'll be yours. } wedding/engagement rings

teehee

so. both he and [name] were outside, exchanging next novel ideas.

and sipping mmm caffeine yeahh

larry would most of the time steal glances at [name] whilst she gave him her opinions.

oh no! a cat splashed mud on [name]'s shoe, seems like she has to wipe it off

operation fake getting your shoe dirty, failed.

operation going to wipe the 'dirt' off, successfully failed..??

operation proposing, on going-

"and then-" [name] then get cuts off by a cat meowing. "aww.. cat!-"

...

the cat jumped on a muddle and specks of it got onto [name]'s shoe. she irked a bit before sighing, slightly relieved she didn't have to lie much having imaginary dirt on her shoe so she has to wipe it off.

larry coughed to hide his amusement. [name] glared at him before pinching his thigh. "ow-" he slightly 'winced' wanting to give [name] his 'pained' reaction to amuse her.

"don't larry. don't." [name] rolled her eyes before slouching and brought her foot close to her and wiped the specks of mud. she then wiped her hand and got up.

this action caused larry to raise one of his eyebrows. "hey.. where you going?" [name] replied, "i just wanted to stretch, we've been sitting here all day longg."

he chuckled as she exaggerated some words. [name] then knelt down and fixed her shoes before looking at larry and fixed her position making it seem like she was gonna propose.

haha.

right??

"larry. will you be the one who'll stay by my side thru everything?"

( he stayed silent. not expecting this. "ha.. will i? ..of course." ) wedding/engagement rings.

hey bb shawn mendez

he probably had this paper ring he tried to make to give you

mf failed, it looked like a shitty crumpled-up paper just shaped into a circle.

would deffo hide his face when [name] brings it up

[name] and shawn were behind a building just sitting beside each other since there was this lobby i guess

he's clinging onto [name] much.

like, really much.

he's sitting on her lap and resting his head on [name]'s shoulder.

[name] was caressing shawn's back with one of her hands while the other was on shawn's hair. she spoke in a soft tone, "love? can you get off me for a bit?"

shawn grumbled, not really wanting to get off his childhood friend, now partner. "..i don't want to." he embraced [name] tightly. "love, please? my shoes look disorganized."

he pouted and [name] could practically feel it. "..please?"

"fine." shawn groggily got off [name] and she thanked him silently; mouthing thank you. she fixed her clothes before slouching forward to fix her shoe.

[name] carefully; subtly got off where she was seated and said something random to get shawn off-guard for a second. "bananas are considered as berries you know?

"..what?" [name] then quickly knelt down in front of him and got a box out of her pocket. "shawn, this is risky, i know. but, will you marry me..?"

| he tensed up, not knowing what to do. "i.. maybe..? i-" he took a sharp breath, "if it's with you.. then i'm willing to risk my career for you." | wedding/engagement rings..?

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“I’m feel sorry for him”, the barkeeper suddenly spoke up. Geralt looked up confused “Why?” “Ever since his wife and kids died, he’s been looking for an answer, and that Hel woman seems to be his suspect.” “Well”, his friend that didn’t lose his temper was still sitting next to the Witcher, “but you can’t deny that… you know… it is kind of suspicious, the fire happens and all of a sudden she’s evil…”, he looked at the two men with raised eyebrows, as if to say ‘I’m just saying’.

“I’m sorry about my friend, witcher, sir”, he excused the other man nervously. Geralt only nodded “You get used to it”, but then he got interested, “who is that… Hel?”

“Rumour has it, that- well… there was a fire a few years ago. It destroyed half of the city and no one knows how it happened. The only survivor who was in the middle of all that was… Hel- Hella”, the bartender explained. The other man continued with the story, making the Witcher turn his head “A few days later she was found in a pile of ashes, her white hair was suddenly black. A lot of people think that she brought the underworld to life.” Geralt chuckled “You do know, that’s not possible.” “I don’t know what’s possible anymore”, the man exhaled, “all I know is that... she hasn’t been seen ever since the day after she was found. Just, puff”, he motioned an explosion with his hands, “gone.”

The Witcher found this story intriguing, interesting – he had never heard of her before. Damn, he wasn’t supposed to stay but now the village had captured him. Outside of the bar was Roach, who stood perfectly still tied to one of lampposts. A few kids from the small city surrounded him, petting and feeding him apples. As soon as they saw the Witcher approaching, their eyes went wide and all but one ran away. The kids that stayed was a little brown-haired girl, caressing the space between Roach’s eyes.

“I have to go”, Geralt spoke. The girl looked up - her eyes were gold like the finest piece of gold metal you could ever find “What are you doing here?”, her voice fitted her small body. The Witcher’s eyebrows scrunched “Do you know who I am?”, to which she answered proudly “Of course! You’re a Witcher. You protect us from the evil and make sure it won’t come back again”, with a bright smile.

Geralt was about to explain to her that that wasn’t the reason why he was here, but he didn’t have the heart as he looked at the little girl who still had hope in her eyes, who still believed in the good. He crouched down, so he was almost at her height “What’s your name?” “Freya.” He smiled “Freya. A beautiful name”, making her giggle, “Can I ask you something? What do you know about the evil?”

Her smile dropped slightly when she remembered the stories her mother had told her “It used to haunt our village and a lot of people died because of a person but now she’s no longer here and you’re keeping her away from us, so nothing bad can happen anymore.” “And what was the name of that bad woman?”

Freya took a breath and was about to answer when a voice from behind Geralt shouted “Freya! You’re not supposed to talk to strangers!” She ran up to the two and clearly wasn’t able to see the Witcher’s hair at first because as soon as he turned around, her breath stood still “I’m sorry, I didn’t know- “. “It’s okay, don’t worry”, Geralt smiled slightly.

The mother turned towards her daughter “Could you maybe go back inside and help your sister?” The brown-haired girl nodded “Goodbye Mister Witcher and thank you!” she said goodbye with a big smile and ran into the house on the side of the road. “A lot of people are very excited about your presence, Witcher”, the mother spoke. “The first time I’ve ever heard that”, he chuckled with a sad undertone in his voice. She smiled kindly “Well, there are two sorts of people... even in this town.” He nodded “I noticed.” “I assume you have heard about what happened. Is that why you’re here?”, “Ehm”, he cleared his throat, “originally no, I’m on my way to Redania actually, but... I think I might have to stay.”

The woman invited the white-haired Witcher into her home, offered him a warm meal and a place to sleep for the night. On the following day, Geralt set out right at twilight, making sure to get the most out of the day since it was a long journey to the mountains, where some assume the woman was hiding.

“Apparently she’s hiding in a cave underneath a mountain that connects here to the underworld”, the mother explained the night before.

With apples for Roach and small snacks for himself, the Witcher took on the adventure he wasn’t prepared for.

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The next chapter will be longer, but I hope that you enjoyed this first part :)

Thank you for the request and excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes! :)

  Finally, Jaskier arrived on the scene with an exhausted, red face and sweat pooling in the dips of his face. He panted, gripping to a tree and holding his cramping side before yelling, “Fear not, my lady! Geralt of Rivia is here to save you!”

 The woman’s brain seemed to take pause. Her expression froze, and her eyes focused on the features of the witcher. Suddenly, the creature behind her screamed again, barely managing to steal her attention as it smacked the ground with its feet and pranced around in a tight circle just to face her again with its head lowered and a mighty glare in its eye.

  “Geralt of Rivia? The witcher?” She asked, connecting eyes with the man. “You get back, now!”

 “Yes, that’s right, Geralt the White Wolf! Here to save- wait, what?” Jaskier shouted between laboured breaths from his slow sprint.

 “I said get back-!” The woman’s yell was cut off when the griffin reared back onto it’s strong hind legs, bringing its claws down on the woman’s shoulder. She made no cry of agony, instead simply stumbled to the ground with her face twisted in pain before quickly stumbling back to her feet, whipping around to the beast. Once again, she put her arms up in an attempt to calm the creature.

  Geralt looked at the wound on her shoulder- it was deep and fresh although it was short and narrow, and scarlet blood dripped down her cloth dress, probably staining it. He was taken aback when the woman started speaking elder to the beast, moving to continually stay in front of the griffin’s face. Her eyes were focused on the creature, and her fingers outstretched. Although Geralt did not know her plan, he could clearly see she knew what she was doing through the intent in her careful measures. The sweat and blood that dripped down her flesh did nothing to stop the wise, focused narrow of her eyes.

  The griffin stomped its foot and kicked dirt and dead leaves up into the air, grunting at the woman’s actions. It’s tail came to a stopper, and finally, it lowered its head as if it was ashamed. A small noise left the griffin, and it took a small step forward towards the human in front of it.

    With a tired sigh, the woman stepped forward, setting her hands on the creature’s beak to pill its face up to hers before reaching back and scratching behind its skull as if it were a mere puppy.

  “Are you done with your tantrum now, you silly creature?” She asked as the griffin snuggled into the palm of her hand with its beak and all but apologised with a coo and flick of its tail.

  “Alright- I’m sorry- what?” Jaskier interrupted the moment with no hesitation, exchanging an estranged look with Geralt whose body stood as still as marble.

  Suddenly, the woman turned on her heel, a sharp glare in her eyes, “I have everything under control.”

 “Yes, I can see that through your wounds,” Geralt was quick to reply, but his face dripped with his hesitation and awe as he sheathed his sword. His eyes scanned her movements, studying her body language all the while eyeing the creature behind her with loosely concealed suspicion. The woman’s reply, however, was a huff and a more sturdy glare before she turned away from him.

  She put her hand to the beast before her, gently leading the griffin by its beak away from the clearing, “Please, leave the forest. The last thing I need in these woods is an armed witcher.”

 Poor Jaskier was stunned as he watched the woman go and absorbed her words. His brain seemed to lag behind, eyes catching on the creature flicking its tail and adjusting its strangely-bent wings as it followed her. Eyes never leaving the strange pair of beast and woman, he stumbled forward to Geralt, gripping onto his armoured shoulder. Jaskier peeked at Geralt’s face, and quickly found himself relieved as he spotted the same astonishment he felt.

  “What in the hell just happened?” Jaskier asked, glancing back at the woman and Griffin's disappearing forms before gluing his eyes back to Geralt.

  Geralt grunted as his brows furrowed. A frown grew on his face, and without a word to Jaskier he started after the strange young woman.

  “I don’t know,” He admitted after making it halfway across the clearing, branches crunching beneath his foot. Jaskier quickly chased after him, his lute smacking against his back and creating all sorts of noises just as before

Thump, thump, thump.

  The woman had to know she was being followed- and yet, she made no moves to confront the men about their actions. The pair followed the griffin and the young woman through the woods, slowly growing closer and closer to the woman and her beast as the walk dragged on.

  Jaskier startled when a roar echoed through the trees- a roar that could not have come from the griffin. Worried, he shot a glance to the witcher in front of him who marched on with determination.

  “You should turn back now,” The young woman’s voice suddenly called, grabbing their attention. She stopped walking, turning to look at the two as the griffin continued on past her with another flick of its tail. The young woman’s eyes were sharp as they met Geralt’s, a challenge in both their eyes. Geralt said nothing as he watched her, walking until he stood before her.

  “I really don’t trust you,” She stated calmly, cautiously continuing to challenge Geralt with her eyes. Showing care with his actions, Geralt reached forward, gently taking her arm and carefully observing the bloody, torn flesh.

  “This requires attention, as does your shoulder,” He deflected her statement, eyes turning back to meet hers.

  “And these wounds will get what they need,” The young woman stole her arm back, moving away from the man and walking after the griffin. Both the men followed after her once again, Geralt more at ease than before.

  “What’s your name, my lady?” Jaskier asked, trotting to catch up with Geralt and the woman. The woman barely got a few strides across the forest floor before Jaskier continued to pester her.

 “Did you hear me, my lady?” He inquired, stepping on a branch and stumbling, before catching himself on Geralt’s armour and earning a glare.

 Jaskier straightened himself up while his cheeks turned red, shifting his shirt to boost his confidence before gaining the courage to once again ask, “My lady?”

  “For heaven's sake,” The young woman groaned. “My name is (Y/n).”

  “Ah-! (Y/n)- what a wonderful name for a- for a- Wonderful? Strange? Oh, for a woman,” Jaskier tripped over his words, not sure if adding “wonderful” or “strange” before “woman” was the right course of action. “My name is Jaskier, the bard who travels with Geralt of-” Jaskier was cut off by another, more fierce roar. The young woman paused, before picking up her pace and rushing across the forest floor to the source of the noise.

  A cabin came into view, and very quickly, the trio arrived at their apparent destination. A ramshackle, poorly cared for cabin stood before them. Overgrown bushes of beautiful, large flowers and sprawling, deep green leaves grew all over the house. There was a window with a single, broken, wooden shutter and a strange little creature peeking out of it. As Geralt’s stare deepened on the animal’s form, it disappeared into the cabin.

  (Y/n) hurried towards the dilapidated structure, grabbing a handful of large, bright flowers and yanking until their vines and bushes gave way. Clutching many of the bright flowers in her hand, she wiggled past the griffin from before, who stood in the doorway of the cabin and flicked its tail as it had many times before.

  Geralt and Jaskier exchanged looks once again, before approaching the cabin. Geralt was first to enter, feeling uneasy as he squeezed himself by the griffin and into the cottage with a thoroughly annoyed huff. Jaskier followed, wiggling like a madman by the griffin who turned to give the bard a strange look.

  “Oh, dear lord,” Jaskier mumbled with a nervous chuckle, grimacing as he looked the griffin in the eye. In front of him, Geralt scowled at Jaskier’s antics, before turning to gaze at the young woman’s actions.

  She stood in front of a messy, wooden table, before holding the flowers up and placing her injured arm on the table, placing two of the flowers on the wound. Her other hand groped around to find herbs, reading the labels before lazily shoving them in her mouth and chomping them up. Once a fine paste was made, she took it and smeared it into her wounds underneath the petals of the flowers. Finally, she glanced back at Geralt and Jaskier almost nervously. She took a breath and sighed, before muttering enchantments in elder.

  Geralt’s stare deepened on the torn flesh of her arm as it began to stitch itself back together beneath the petals and herbs. Some of the fresh blood and paste were sucked back into her body, and soon enough, a few scars and dead flowers were all that was left.

 “You’re a mage!” Jaskier practically shouted, before (Y/n) raised a hand to silence the man. She turned to speak to them, but another woman burst into the room holding the strange creature from the window before.

  “(Y/n)! The wyvern eggs are hatching!” The woman shouted, the creature in her arms squeaking in distress. Immediately, (Y/n) bolted up, rushing towards the door.

  “Quick! We need to imprint on them-” She shouted, shoving past the newcomer.

  Very quickly, Geralt took a step forward, intending to pursue the women as the newcomer took off after (Y/n), “Your shoulder-”

  “-can wait! This takes priority. Stay there, witcher!” She shouted, voice raising as she disappeared into a new room. Geralt, however, was quick to ignore her instructions as he followed her into the dusty room.

  Jaskier glanced back at the griffin, connecting eyes with it and frowning before awkwardly prancing after the women. He shoved past Geralt to get a good view- finding (Y/n) with her face barely hovering over a short, woven basket with eggs shining like emeralds.

  The eggs were cracked, and cracking open even further. There was a little beak peeking out from one of the eggs, pearly white and fresh to the world.

  “Megean, don’t you want to imprint on them as well?” (Y/n) asked, barely glancing back at her companion.

  She didn’t catch the shake of Megean’s head, instead barely replying after Megean replied, “I can help you care for the creatures, but dealing with them is your job.”

  “As you wish,” (Y/n) replied, barely acknowledging the reply before finally: “Ah, there’s a little eye.”

  Geralt and Jaskier held their breaths as suddenly, the eggs top cracked open, and a leathery wing shoved its way through. Jaskier’s mouth dropped open as finally, the baby wyvern was born.

  “You mean to imprint on these creatures?” Geralt’s voice suddenly rumbled in the quiet, eyeing the newborn skeptically. “They’re solitary animals.”

  (Y/n) nodded gently, head never turning away from the hatching creatures, “I’m well aware. But when they’re young, it’s the best time to trump their nasty little attitudes. Getting them used to my scent and appearance should prove valuable to the process.”

  Geralt’s brows furrowed, and he glanced up to meet the eyes of Megean. She smiled comfortingly at the man, before laying the pig-like creature in her arms on the ground. Immediately, it scuttled out the door without a care.

  “We care for beasts of all kinds, rescuing them and bringing them here. It’s a family affair- my brother finds the creatures we can rescue and brings them here. (Y/n) is our cousin- she bonds with them, heals them, and then does most of the care for them. I’ve never seen a passion like hers before,” Megean explained earnestly, keeping eye contact with Geralt as she wiped her sweaty palms on her worn dress.

  “A passion to care for dangerous beasts with… fangs, and the like?” Jaskier questioned, his face taken up by an odd expression.

  Jaskier and Geralt hadn’t even noticed the other eggs had hatched as (Y/n) slowly stood to her feet, cradling a small wyvern in her arms as she spoke up, “That’s one way to put it.”

  Geralt’s eyes were drawn to a speck of scarlet- once again, there was a fresh wound on the young woman. A small nick on the hand that gently supported the creatures front- apparently, it hadn’t wanted to be picked up.

  “I can’t imagine the scars,” Jaskier seemed to notice too, and with his rude comment earned a kick to his heel from Geralt. The simple kick nearly sent the bard toppling to the ground with a sharp yipe.

  Luckily, a loud, long roar distracted both the young women from the bard’s comment.

  “The manticore,” Both Megean and (Y/n) muttered and exchanged a look, before (Y/n) hastily handed off the perturbed newborn wyvern to her cousin. Megean looked as if she would protest upon nearly receiving a bite, but when the creature was already in her arms, she seemed to give up and allowed (Y/n) to escape from her reach.

  (Y/n) squeezed past the men, patting the griffin on the neck as she moved past it once again. It hardly seemed to care, flicking its tail and sighing as if it were human. If only it could express itself with more than a flick of its tail, it would be a happier creature.

  Another angered roar echoed through the cabin as Geralt and Jaskier finally escaped it. They promptly followed after (Y/n), Geralt in particular looking as if he was going to tackle the woman as he marched after her with his jaw rolling.

  “A manticore? Are you insane? It could kill you in one jab of its tail!” Geralt seethed, trying to get his point across to the young woman as she marched over to a barn past multiple bird-like and serpent-like creatures who basked in the sun between the leaves of the forest.

  Jaskier seemed to have horrible luck this day, seeing as he stepped on one beast’s tail and earned himself a nip on the behind. He yelped and turned around to give the animal a piece of his mind, forgetting the situation with the young woman.

    “Yes, well, better not piss it off then,” (Y/n) replied to Geralt, opening the barn’s door. Immediately, another roar and a hiss became more prominent, and suddenly both Geralt and (Y/n) were trampled to the ground. The manticore rushed out into the open air, and Geralt threw himself to his feet, grabbing his sword.

    “Don’t you dare!” (Y/n) quickly screamed as she rolled to her stomach in the dirt. “He just gets excited!”

    Geralt glanced down at the woman, sword already gripped tightly in his hand before the manticore had already pranced several yards ahead of them. His posture was tense, and he widened his stance as his eyes focused back on the creature as his teeth ground together.

    The manticore, however, wasn’t the slightest bit interested in the witcher. It spun once in a patch of sunlight, stretching forward on its front legs with its rump in the air as its scorpion tail uncurled and shook with the effort of the stretch. A deep throated yawn left the creature’s chest, and it suddenly settled onto the ground in the sunlight.

    “Are you kidding me?” Jaskier, who had watched the small scene from afar stood with his hands on his hips, brows furrowed, and jaw gaping open.