Wicked Games (Geralt of Rivia imagine)
- Request: Could you please write reader traveling with him and flirting with Geralt all the time, but he doesn’t seem to care, until one day reader starts flirting with someone else and he is, like, super jealous?
- Words: 2.2k
- Warning: No smut but mature content
- A/N: this is set during season 2 of The Witcher, but don't worry if you haven't watched it yet, this is spoiler free! - Enjoy! :)
“How long is this journey going to be again ?”
Perched on Roach’s back, the woman kept bickering to annoy her guardian. She had met Geralt a couple of days prior in Gors Velen where the Witcher had been called to kill a Striga. The villagers believed the monster to be Y/N and ordered her head to be delivered on a pike. Had it been anyone else than Geralt there, she probably wouldn’t be alive anymore. Even after the beast was slaughtered, Y/N was still accused of witchcraft and the poor woman was found guilty before she could prove her innocence.
Geralt had helped her flee town and had offered his protection until she was safe from retribution.
“Long enough” The Witcher responded.
“What does that even mean ?” She complained. “We’ve been on the road for almost two weeks”
Keeping his eyes on the lookout as he walked beside his horse, he grunted in annoyance.
“We’re almost there” Was all she got.
“And where exactly is that ?” She pushed.
He didn’t answer right away but nudged his chin toward a destination she couldn’t yet see.
“Kaer Morhen” He grumbled. “My home”
She stared down at him in surprise. “Should I be scared ?”
“That’s a question you should’ve asked yourself two weeks ago” He smirked.
“Well, to be honest, the alternative would’ve consisted on me being burned on a stick” She grimaced as the vivid picture of that torture appeared in her mind.
The man abruptly stopped walking and slowly turned to look up at her.
“I wouldn’t have let that happen” He assured her.
She flashed him a pleasant smile.
“Should I start calling you my knight in charming armor now ?” She playfully stated.
A rumble of irritation left his chest in the form of a grunt and he chose to ignore her. He shook his head when his attitude made her laugh and pulled on Roach’s harness to make him move.
She took advantage of his focus on the forest around them to look at him for the billionth time. She bit her lips as her eyes trailed down his body. The man was built like a mountain. His armor fitted him so perfectly she could outline the shape of his broad shoulders. Everything in his demeanor was oozing power, danger, yet she felt perfectly safe.
The Witcher could sense her gaze on him, but didn’t say a word. She didn’t see his smirk, he didn’t interpret the goosebumps on her arms for anything else than the result of the cold wind.
“What the hell” He heard her curse under her breath in disbelief when the castle he grew up in was finally visible.
As they reached the gate, he helped her step down from the horse. As she left her feet in the stirrup, he grabbed her hips and effortlessly put her on solid ground. His hands stayed longer than they should have on her body and she exhaled a shaky breath when her eyes landed on his.
“Are you alright ?” His tenor was honey to her ear.
“I’m… What?” She hated the way he was capable of taking her by surprise.
“Your ankle” He smirked, reminding her of the injury that had led her to ride on Roach’s back.
“Oh! Oh!” He was trying very hard to hide his amusement. “Well I might need a little help walking”
When he leaned toward her, she thought for a second he might kiss her. Instead he gently brushed his lips to her earlobe.
“I can do something with that” He murmured in a low voice.
She couldn’t hide the violent shiver and was left dumbfounded when he handed her a wooden stick to use as a crutch. Just like that, the annoyance was back. “You’re the worst, Geralt” She retorted with attitude.
“And you’re my mission, Y/N” He said, tilting his head to the side with a smile and taking a step back to put some distance between them. “Do not forget about that”
“I couldn’t even if I tried” She muttered under her breath, not waiting for him to set foot inside the enormous castle. She took the time to look around and was bemused by the beauty of the place. She found herself in what seemed to be the Great Hall - heated by a fire pit which also produced enough light to brighten the large room. The only decorations were the tables and a tree arboring several medallions. There was a gloomy aura lurking in the air, even she could feel it.
“And what do we have here ?” She heard a voice speaking behind her.
She turned around to face a man she had never seen. There was no resemblance to Geralt, apart from the necklace they both wore. The stranger wasn’t as muscular or tall, but still handsome nonetheless.
“Y/N” She introduced herself.
He eyed her curiously before taking her hand to softly kiss it.
“Welcome to Kaer Morhen, Y/N” He offered a flirtatious smile. “I am Eskel” He seemed very satisfied when he noticed her embarrassment. “What’s a pretty thing like you doing here ?”
“She’s with me” Geralt loudly grumbled, looking everything like a menacing wolf when he walked into the room.
The stranger laughed and raised his hands in surrender. “I was just saying hello, brother”
“Like hell you were” He groaned. “C’mon, Y/N, I’ll show you to your room”
“This is gonna be fun” Eskel chuckled. “Just wait until the others meet her”
And he was right. The same day, she was introduced to Vesemir and all of Geralt’s brothers, each of them taking a strange interest in the woman. She had offered to cook dinner as a gesture to thank them, which they were eager to accept.
The following days were spent quietly, either exploring the land on the back of a horse or taking care of the food. Geralt barely spoke to her. He came almost every night to check on her injury but never dared to stay too long. They would exchange glances at the table, she would fake to read a book beside him while he trained but they would both ignore the attraction between them.
On a particular night, Eskel decided to bring female company. He planned a whole party and specified to Y/N that she needed to dress up, which the woman did. She was brought a beautiful gown that she knew wouldn’t leave her favorite Witcher impartial.
The effect was instantaneous when she walked inside the Great Hall. Before she could even take a step, Geralt forcefully grabbed her arm to stop her.
“What exactly are you wearing ?” He touched the fabric, his soft fingers in striking opposition to his animosity.
“Don’t you like it ?” She smirked.
She saw him visibly gulp and was more than satisfied to notice the effect she had on him.
“I can see your leg, Y/N” Referring to the split of her dress on the side.
“Exactly” She patted his chest in fake comfort and tilted her head. “That’s the whole point”
“Fuck” He grumbled under his breath. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to regain control of himself. “You look…”
“I know” She shrugged and leaned closer to him. Raising her head, she sniggered and barely pressed her lips to his before whispering. “But don’t you go and forget I’m only your mission, Witcher”
She playfully winked at him and left him there on the spot, joining the others to the party.
“Fuck” He mumbled once again, this time under his breath.
His eyes turned black as he watched his brother Eskel sneaking his arm around her waist. Whatever he whispered in her ear made her laugh and Geralt couldn’t help but feel infuriated. He could see the side glance she was giving him and knew exactly she was playing with him. Her plan was working and the Witcher was boiling inside. He didn’t even try to mingle, only sat with a glass of their strongest alcohol, keeping his eyes on her.
Seeing the woman leaning onto his brother after whatever joke he had told her was his breaking point. He noisily discarded his glass on the table and unexpectedly stood up to leave the room. He had had enough of her teasing.
She waited a little before following him. She knew where he had disappeared. There was only one place in the castle where Geralt hid to take away his frustration, the training room.
She leaned onto the wall and stared at him from afar. Welding his sword, he hit every target with violence and strength. Sweat was glistening from his face as he worked out, each strike more powerful than the last one. She let out a small gasp as her eyes flickered to his arms. She could see the outline of his veins each time his grip tightened around his sword. The sight was enough to make her knees wobble.
“You’re not supposed to be here” He finally noticed her presence.
“I needed the training” He simply explained.
“Why ?” She rose and took a couple of steps toward him. His eyes landed on her leg once again, uncovered by her piece of clothing. She walked like a predator closing in on its prey.
Before she was even in front of him she could hear the groan escaping his lips.
“Y/N” He pleaded with her.
“Geralt” She called back playfully.
He closed his eyes for a second and turned back, ignoring the woman.
“You should get back to my brother”
“You two seem to get along just fine”
She didn’t miss the way his chest rose at her words. He was frustrated and she could see it.
“What are you still doing here, then ?” He growled at her. “Go back to flirting with him”
She couldn’t see his face as he busied himself to sharpen his sword with a rock. She closed the distance and gently let her fingers trailed down his arm.
“I’m not flirting with you brother, Geralt” She whispered.
She laughed as he resumed his action, getting irritated by the second.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re doing a pretty lousy job hiding your jealousy” She smirked.
“I’m not jealous” He weakly defended himself.
“Good” She breathed as her hand clasped around his wrist to stop his movement. “Because what I really want is right here in front of me”
Before she could react, he swiftly turned around, one hand grabbing her wrist, the other closing on her jaw. She gasped at the abruptness of his action. She could hear his breathing getting heavier but none of them moved. He studied the woman with hard eyes when she bit her bottom lip. Excitement and anticipation were leaving an electrifying taste in the air. His thumb pleasingly stroked her cheek and he decided right there to go against his better judgment.
He pulled her to him and planted his lips over hers for a long and hard kiss. The low growl escaping his chest did nothing to help her arousal. She gasped softly when his kisses trailed down her neck, leaving bruises that would be visible enough for everyone to see who she belonged to. His possessive nature was sending her in a frenzy, so much she couldn’t help but moan when he forced her body to arch against his. She started to unbutton his shirt but his hands grabbed her wrists to stop her movements. She felt somehow rejected by him but quickly recovered when he slipped his arm around her waist.
“Don’t get me wrong” He started breathlessly. “There is nothing more I’d like than to undress you, but not here, not when someone could walk in”
He smirked when her body shuddered under his words.
“Your body is only for me to see” He positively declared.
“You can’t say shit like this to me, Geralt” She whispered.
“After what you just pulled tonight, you’re in no position to negotiate sweetheart”
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that” She sniggered.
He eyed her curiously, waiting for her to elaborate.
“I wasn’t sure how this evening would end to be honest, but you exceeded all my expectations.” She expressed playfully. “Though I do feel obligated to mention I am not wearing anything under this dress”
Her body could have disintegrated from the simple change of color in his pupils as his hand lowered to the split of her dress, feeling nothing but her skin under his fingers.
“Tell me exactly how you thought I would react knowing you were naked underneath this dress standing next to my brother” He growled in fury.
“If I remember correctly, you said I was only your mission” She reminded him in a low voice.
“Is that why you seduced my brother ?”
“I laugh at a joke, Geralt” She rolled her eyes “Beside, he was nicer”
He frowned and tightened his hold around her body. “You’re mine, Y/N” He barked with violence.
She gave him a smug look and looped her fingers through his belt to unfasten it.
“I think we should put that statement to the test” She raised an eyebrow in challenge. “After all, I couldn’t trust you with the first one”
As soon as the words left her mouth, he carried the woman over his shoulders, making her squeal. Once he was sure his grip would prevent her from falling, he marched with determination to his bedroom, grumbling under his breath as she laughed at her caveman. If she could be certain of one thing, it was that Geralt would take his sweet time proving his point.
