Toss a Coin ? THE WITCHER ONESHOTS

The Beast of White Orchard pt. 2 (Geralt x M!Reader)

You raised your sword, ready to slash and dodge when another arrow pierced the griffin's belly. The sudden shock sent the beast crashing into the ground while you gave a quick nod to Geralt, who was loading another arrow into his crossbow.

The griffin recovered quickly, squaring off with you, only the blade of your sword between the two of you. Geralt was to your right, helping you push forward on the griffin, who was forced to take the defensive. It snapped its beak at the both of you, slashing out with its clawed wings.

It began to lunge towards Geralt. You reacted quickly, swinging your blade at its face. Your sword connected, slashing from the griffin's beak and down its cheek. It turned on you, screeching again as it tried to land a blow. Its claws missed, but the impact of its wing across your shoulder was enough to topple you over. You sword was flung from your hand in the process. The griffin took to the sky while you scrambled to your feet.

Its loud screech pierced the air, ringing in your ears as the beast aimed straight for you. You stumbled around, trying to locate your sword in the tall field grass. The griffin drew closer and you fumbled with your cross bow, catching it on one of your belt buckles.

"Damned thing!" You started to panic, even as you tried your best to remain calm. You were about to cast Aard on the griffin to at least knock it away when a body slammed into yours. You hit the ground once more, Geralt's voice rattling in your ears.

"Watch out." He warned as he pushed you out of the way. The next scene was a blur for your to process. Geralt cast Aard at the griffin, but his timing was off and the beast was barely affected. Instead of landing to fight once more, the angry creature scooped Geralt up in its claws. You could hear a sound of surprise escape Geralt's throat as he was lifted into the air.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck!" You cursed, racing to stand up and find your sword. When you finally located it, you took off sprinting after the beast. You saw Geralt swing his sword at the griffin's belly, a futile attempt to free himself. You aimed your crossbow up, releasing a bolt into the sky that tore right through the griffin's wing.

Another screech. It was flying funny now, thanks to the arrow that tore through its flesh. Except now, it was rising higher into the sky.

"You bastard..." You growled, realizing what was about to happen. Casting Quen, you were encased in a magical barrier, a full body shield that would protect you from any kind of damaging blow until the spell broke. You rushed to line yourself up with the griffin, watching in horror as it released Geralt. Swallowing your fear, you held your arms out, hoping to the gods that your idea would work.

As if in slow motion, Geralt fell towards the ground, you waiting below him. He crashed into you, your arms protectively wrapping around him as his momentum pulled you towards the ground. The Quen shield broke, but you were both safe on land.

Or.. So you thought.

When you looked down at Geralt, you noticed the pools of red in the crooks of your arms. They flowed from Geralt's stomach, where a large slash mark quickly bled.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck.. This isn't good. Geralt... Oh, fuck.." You could feel the panic creeping up your spine. Geralt lifted his finger, pointing behind your head. You turned in time to see the griffin once again speeding towards you. Fueled by adrenaline and anger, you ripped your sword towards the griffin. Casting Aard, the shock wave knocked the griffin out of the sky. It dove face first into the ground, not far from where you were.

Shook up from the fall, it moved more slowly, giving you time to land your final blows. Unsheathing your steel sword, you pinned it through the griffin's wing, sticking the blade into the ground. In theory, it would prevent the wing from moving, but you figured it would pull free, at the cost of immense pain. As the griffin squawked over its wing, you shot another arrow at its face, this time piercing below its eye. You could tell the griffin was tiring, closing in on death. With one definite strike, you stabbed your silver blade through the griffin's head, finally killing it.

Once you were sure it was dead, you rushed back to Geralt. Concern dripped in your words as you searched through your small travel pouch.

"I thought I had some fucking Swallow in here." You muttered. "C'mon lad, I know I have some in Torch's saddle."

Supporting Geralt on your shoulder, you practically dragged him back to the village. Townsfolk gawked at the sight as you propped Geralt against the outer wall of the tavern. You rushed over to Torch, rifling through his saddlebags until you found the vial of Swallow. Geralt was in and out of consciousness at that point, his blood flow barely slowing. That's how you knew the wound was a deep gash, smaller wounds would've healed up more quickly by now. Since the blood was still quickly rushing out, the veins didn't have time to heal.

That's where the Swallow came in. It was an all around healing potion, designed specifically for witcher mutations. You uncorked the vial, helping Geralt swallow the thick concoction. The effect wasn't immediate, but within ten minutes you could tell that it was helping.

Dragging Geralt into the tavern, you purchased a room for the night. While Geralt recovered, you cleaned his wounds and found a fresh tunic and trousers for him to wear.

Once everything was cleaned and prepped, you tucked him into the bed and took a seat in the corner of the room. You spent the rest of the night carefully watching over him, ensuring that his health didn't take a sudden turn for the worse.

The night passed rather smoothly, and Geralt woke up the next morning.

"I feel like shit." He mumbled. You perked up at the sound of his voice, nearly dozing off in your chair. You got up, leaning into his vision, a soft smile forced onto your face.

"Don't look much better." You admitted, though it was meant to be a joke. Geralt scoffed, though he kept his eyes trained on you as you poured him a cup of water from a dingy pitcher. You busied yourself around the room, packing bags, checking his bandages, counting supplies, all the while avoiding eye contact with Geralt.

Finally, you sat back in your chair, letting your gaze rest on his face. He was a young man, but years of training had started to age his face. You started to think back to when the two of you were younger, practically brothers the way you grew up. You were a few years older, so you naturally acted as a leader, a sort of mentor. Vesemir would send you out to show Geralt how to hunt, to teach him skills you had learned only some years prior.

You were quite the sarcastic little shit growing up, and half the things you did were meant as a joke, though Geralt rarely found them funny. Sometimes you wondered if Geralt was annoyed with how much you laughed or smiled, seeing as he always wore a grimace. Of course, witchers weren't meant to feel emotions, but.. Well, who really knew what those mutations did. You couldn't say you were entirely happy, but you liked a good laugh. But you also couldn't say you had ever truly felt fear or panic, until yesterday, of course.

You had almost lost someone you were tempted to call your brother. Then again, it would be odd to call someone you loved your brother. Considering you loved Geralt in a different way.. In a way that made your face turn pale when you saw all of his blood pouring out. The way you damn near cried three times in the middle of the night while you watched him lay in a comatose state, wrapped in your crude bandages. You felt you could puke when you realized he woke up, grumpy as ever. The way your heart raced when you saw the faint curve of his lips in response to your joke.

Witchers or not, you were terribly in love with Geralt, but you weren't sure you could ever tell him. In all honestly, there was only one thing you could say.

"I'm sorry."

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(A/N)

AWE. Is this corny?? Bc I fuckin' love it, not gonna lie. I almost didn't make it a romance, I was gonna leave it at brothers but then I was like... Idk.. We need some of that romance....

-moss