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thesilmarillionblog · 7 months ago

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A CHRISTMAS CAROL

THE BOYS: Christmas Special 🎄

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Summary: Along with other team members and their infants, Soldier Boy and you decide to spend Christmas at Butcher's house with your three children. He has to act nice.

Warnings: discussion of divorce, bittersweet, fluff, angst with sweet ending. everyone has children, Ben sings "Rapture".

Word Count: 4044

A/N: English is not my first language. Divider: @strangergraphics ❤️

When your oldest child, a three-year-old son, told you he had to pee, you screamed out Ben's name while you were packing your babies' luggage.

Since he had been working on mending his car since the morning and you were here trying to care for all three of your babies at once, you practically yelled out his name, “Ben!” once more in an attempt to obtain some of his help. Actually, since your first child was only three, you had no intention of having any more. Ben was the reason you became pregnant so quickly for the second time. It was almost amusing how certain he was that he hadn't come inside you that night and pulled back just in time. Almost.

Tonight, you were going to spend the Christmas with others and their babies at Butcher's house. Your son enjoyed spending time with Ryan, and you thought it would be a warm and lovely Christmas to hear all of your kids screaming and having a good time together. Additionally, you wanted Ben to interact with his grandson. It wasn't the sweetest time for them years ago. Ryan was a kind and lovely kid.

You apologized by kissing both of your babies on the forehead after they both jumped in fright at how you spoke. “Sorry, sweet little pies.”

You said, “You hold on a little more, sweetheart,” as Ben eventually entered the house and shut the door.

He asked, “What now?” as though he couldn't see how much you were struggling, which made you somewhat irate, but you were keeping your cool so as not to scare the kids. You will discuss this with him at another time. You took a deep breath to help you relax. If not, you will quickly lose your shit. But Ben's recent actions were really getting on your nerves.

Your son, who was moving constantly to avoid the obvious, exclaimed, “Daddy, pee,” as if he were going to cry.

Ben said, “Fu-, come here,” as he swiftly lifted your son, Jared, and ran to the bathroom. At last. You chuckled at Ben's encouraging remarks about how your son was doing well and had strong self-control as you saw him run to the bathroom with Jared in his arms.

“You come back!” you exclaimed in a panic as you noticed that your one-year-old daughter, Jeanna, had truly begun to run and crawl on the carpet when you removed her pants to change her diaper. She climbed down the couch, but you couldn't even see it.

She made a joyful noise when she heard your voice and paused to study your face, which made her to giggle even harder. After you stood up to grab her before she carried on crawling. You were glad she was only a half-Supe and not yet displaying any of her abilities because she crawled so swiftly. Her strength would be impossible to handle otherwise. However, you can think about getting her ready for the Super Olympics in the future.

She screamed delightfully as you took her in your arms and put her back on the couch. For her, it was just another game.

Diana, your other daughter, remained composed despite watching her twin crawl with perplexed eyes and then attentively examining her own feet. She clearly got your coolness and persuasiveness in particular. But Ben never agreed with that. When it came to expressing and reflecting her feelings, Jeanna was a lot like her father. She was emotional and found it difficult to accept rejection when Ben or you refused to give her what she demanded. Just as your son and Ben returned, you gave Ben a look that conveyed your own rage. Jared proceeded to play with his sister's cheeks, expressing his affection for them.

Ben wasn't making your day any easier, even though you wanted to make this Christmas lovely and your kids happy by spending the holiday with your friends and their kids as if you were a big family. As you struggled to care for all of your children alone, like a single mother, you felt alone lately as you watched Ben become engrossed in his job in Vought and his new car. You were on the verge of a breakdown, but you managed to hold back your coolness by concentrating on your twins.

Ben swiftly sat next to you after seeing a change in your mood and moved your face toward him, kissing you firmly as though it would make everything better.

You wanted to playfully threaten to divorce him to get on his nerves, but you kept your tongue shut since you knew Jared would feel awful and might have assumed he was acting improperly. Children did, after all, have fragile sensitivity and were vulnerable. Ben made things really hard at times, but you were being overly cautious.

You simply replied to Ben's kiss and smiled, but he sensed that something wasn't quite right. You said, “Can you help me with these, please?” before he spoke.

While you changed your girls' clothes, you ordered him to hold both of them straight. As you tried to control the tremendous emotions Ben caused, you couldn't stop kissing your twins one by one since they were so adorable in their matching little red outfits.

Ben whispered, “Look at that dress and little shiny socks,” and kissed each of them on the forehead for a few seconds while closely examining you to make sure everything was okay. Both of your daughters were bothered by his beard and pushed Ben's face away.

“All clean and nice now,” you whispered, kissing their cheeks briefly. You never stopped showing Jared the same affection and attention since you were so tuned in to his emotions. You even gave him additional kisses to let him know that he wasn't being replaced or anything.

You could already see both of your daughters playing with their toys on the carpet. Jared continued to demonstrate his limited strength by carrying Diana on the carpet and offering her his favorite toy in an attempt to entice her to play with it. Having an older super brother to keep them safe was an excellent thing.

“Hey, what's wrong?” Ben inquired as you shifted your face toward him and he drew your body closer to his. His green eyes grew anxious as he saw your practically teary ones. He immediately cleared his throat in guilt and attempted to explain himself. “The car is a little difficult these days, you know. In order to keep us from being late, I had to handle it.”

“It's not about that, Ben,” you interrupted him before he could say anything more.

“What is it about then?” He now seemed somewhat harsh, and you immediately began weeping when you saw how indifferent he was toward you despite the fact that you were giving him and your kids all of your energy. It was simply too much for you. You weren't even a Supe.

You gave him a brief glance before getting up to go to the kitchen so that neither you nor he could raise their voices and frighten Jared as he played with his sisters in such an excited manner and was enjoying himself. You didn't want to talk at this moment and ruin the day.

Ben immediately followed you into the kitchen as you began cleaning things to relieve yourself of your miserable state of mind. To your astonishment, he turned your body toward him after taking the dishes from your hand and gently setting them aside. “Come on. I didn't mean to sound that way. Let's talk it out. Why did you become upset so quickly? Don't shut me out.”

You were nearly soothed by his kind tone and the way he held you in place while massaging your back with his fingertips. You gave up trying to get rid of him and laid your arms across his wide chest instead. Recalling your divorce-related ideas, you stated sourly, “You're going to make me a widow soon.”

Ben initially got confused by what you were saying, but he quickly offered you a huge grin, confirming that he lacked the intelligence to understand what you were talking about. “Well, I'm not planning to die soon, but you may try, love.”

Instead, you remained calm and smiled miserably at him. He needed to understand that you felt alone in this marriage and didn't want to do anything by yourself anymore. “I wasn't thinking about killing you.”

His smug grin abruptly vanished, and he turned to face you in confusion.

“I am talking about divorce.”

You spoke so harshly and definitely that you could swear Ben's face turned pale. Great. He needed to know the consequences of his behavior, but even uttering that term out loud made you shudder with something you never wanted to express. You weren't sure if he truly cared about your situation because he was so preoccupied with his work and his dumb car. You only needed a bit of help.

He eventually said, “Fuck, no,” while hugging you tighter. “I can't believe you just said that word right to my face.”

Now amused by the way his face turned pale and the way his arms tightened around your waist as though you were about to abandon him, you did your best not to smile and continued to gaze at him solemnly without breaking your character. Ben was shocked to hear such things because you hadn't spoken of them before, and he knew how much you loved him. He waited for a response, but you kept quiet to avoid making him lose his mind. It might be a useful lesson.

He had confidence in himself too much.

“You're not serious, right?” he asked, affectionately caressing your neck and hair. Ben swallowed and said sternly, “Why are you bringing up such nonsense when we can discuss it? I told you that I was only taking care of the car so we wouldn't be late.”

“You make me feel lonely in this,” you muttered, observing his unexpected outburst of rage. “There are moments when I think I'm the only one attempting to help them grow up. It was fine when there was just Jared, but now that there are three, things are different.” You took a deep breath to avoid becoming angry and making this into a small fight. “What am I? A single mother?”

His ego had been bruised since he believed he was simply doing okay as a father and a husband, but his eyes instantly became softer. You felt sympathy for him since you knew precisely what he was thinking at the time, yet you put up with his actions to the point where you wounded yourself in order to keep his pride intact. Despite how much you loved each of them, what you were doing was enough for him and your children, but it was consuming your soul and drowning you with a flood of despair.

He calmly remarked, “Of course you're not alone,” and gave you a firm hug after seeing how worn out you were. “You know, I thought I was simply doing okay. But you're right. Considering that they are all newborns and that we have recently become quite crowded, I should have shown more consideration. I know. But from now on, I'll be better for you and our lovely little soldiers, okay?”

His gentle and caring comments made your heart melt. You needed him to spend a little more time with you and your children, not that you want to discourage him. Being a supe, he most likely had no idea how much energy it took to deal with them all at once.

You sighed and gave him a hug in return.

“Yes, caring for all of them at once—breastfeeding, putting them to sleep, dressing them, changing their diaper... can be truly exhausting. Without you keeping an eye on them, I can't even take a nice shower. Ben, I need you to see just how tired I am. I need more, even though I know you're trying your hardest. For me.” You continued to stroke his arms, demonstrating your love and making sure he heard your pleas without coming across as aggressive or harsh this time.

Ben kissed your forehead and continued to softly touch you because he was so moved by your words and how you still did your best to comfort him in spite of his wrongdoings. “I... keep forgetting that they are my babies and half-supes, which is obviously considerably harder to deal with. I know that. Nothing is more important than you.” With your hands between his, he muttered, caressing the top of your head while giving you his most intense and sincere glance. “I love you.”

You gave him a deep kiss and withdrew a bit. “I know.”

When you didn't use the same terms, he was offended. “Who am I? "Princess Leia?” he complained, eagerly awaiting you to say the same thing. It was easy to break his pride today.

You chuckled. “I love you too, Ben.”

“The new house rule is similar to the one you mentioned about ‘not swearing’: You will never use that word again: Divorce. Otherwise, I'll have to punish you, sweetie. Do you think that I wish to punish my children's mom? Absolutely not.” Ben picked you up with ease and put your body on the kitchen sink, which made you giggle. “So let's watch our naughty mouths,” he added in a humorous voice to lighten your mood.

“You wouldn't want to punish me,” you said, gradually lowering your hands until they touched his bulge. Ben shoved himself against your palm when he saw that his green eyes were gleaming with anticipation. Ben pushed up your skirt, and a sneer appeared on his lips. He gulped when he pulled back a little and dipped his head to see what you were wearing underneath.

He moaned, “Fuck,” and kneaded your legs firmly. “How the fuck did I not notice you were wearing this all this time?”

But as soon as you straightened your skirt, he gave you a lustful glance. You said, “I really don't want to manipulate you, but—” as you brushed his neck and played with his hair.

“Well, I'd like to be manipulated right now,” he interrupted. “Use me, take advantage of me, and brainwash me. I'm all yours.”

You were chuckling when he toyed with your skirt and gave you happy grins in a playful manner. As Jared kept your daughters occupied, you both glanced in their direction as your daughters screamed with delight in sync. Ben focused on you once again after determining that nothing was wrong. He touched your chin and made you focus on him again and look at his eyes.

“You were saying?”

“Well, don't get angry over nothing and don't cause any trouble tonight. That's all. Very easy. There is nothing that the strongest Supe Daddy cannot handle.”

“You are aware that I am a hot-tempered man? Given that we'll be spending Christmas listening to Hughie and Butcher's crap, what you want from me is pretty difficult.” Ben replied, causing you to extend your legs a bit wider as his fingers lingered on them. “What will I get in return if I behave just like you want?”

You smirked at the fact that he was always prepared even if you had a busy sexual life. However, it had been months since you felt him inside without a plastic barrier, and he was irritated when you told him to use a condom. In actuality, you were driven to discipline him for failing to pull back at the right moment a year ago.

But you loved your daughters. You were happy that they happened. It was only about Ben's confident ass refusing to acknowledge that he hadn't pulled back in time.

You smirked as you noticed him growing eager and ultimately agreed not to ask him to wear those dumb fucking plastic condoms. “Without a condom, while wearing this, all night, just you and I,” you added abruptly. He hadn't felt how you felt in such a long time, and sometimes it was becoming agonizing.

“Wait. You mean it?”

“I mean it. If you-”

“Deal,” he responded immediately, without waiting for you to complete. For a day, it wouldn't be so difficult to be fucking polite. However, he had no intention of behaving like a jerk while he was with you and his children for Christmas already.

Ben jokingly remarked, “You know what you want from me is not even that difficult. Just admit you miss the feeling of my cock, the times I fuck you raw and deep. I could probably knock you up again without even properly filling you with my cum, love.”

You slapped him across the chest and said, “Keep it low!” He kept forgetting about Jared at times. “And... I guess we'll never know.”

You grabbed him by the shirt and gave him passionate kisses till the babies interfered, your heart bursting with delight at how excited he was already and how he began telling you how good he could be.

Ben cursed out loud at Butcher for making you wait at the entrance for a short while while he was carrying all of your children in one hand and clutching the gifts in the other when you arrived at the enormous place he had rented for Christmas. All you were doing was trying to soothe him while you were carrying their luggage. When his father used the F word, Jared looked at you and laughed. He knew you didn't like it when his dad used such words around the kids.

Ben remarked, “I'm going to break this damn door down now,” and he gave you the impression that he only needed your approval.

“Then you're gonna fix it yourself!”

Ryan opened the door and greeted you like a gentleman just as Ben was going to smash it with his leg. He was such a kind boy.

Ryan used to spend his time with Jared whenever you came to visit because he was now living with Butcher. He was like a brother to Jared.

When Jared saw Ryan standing in front of him, he quickly urged Ben to release him, and Ryan grabbed him. Meanwhile, Ben continued to curse Butcher and the others; they were simply preparing the table. Children were screaming all over the house, and when they spotted your babies and Jared coming, they screamed even more because they knew their new gaming buddies were back home.

“Hey,” you said, setting the bags next to the couch. You then took the gifts Ben was holding and put them beneath the Christmas tree and gave Annie and Kimiko a brief hug.

Ben put your twins on the carpet and said, “I swear I'm gonna break that damn door on your head one day,” as your twins became excited upon seeing other infants and tried to get rid of their father's tight hold.

When he stated, “You all play nicely, alright?” Ben surprised you by lightly touching Hughie's one-year-old daughter's head. You didn't make any remarks about Ben's small, sweet gestures to make him feel shy. He didn't need to try being polite sometimes. He was more sensitive since he became a father. Something had changed in him.

Butcher grinned and remarked, “Are you kissing your babies with that mouth? There were just three of you last Christmas,” as he glanced at your twins. “Look at how crowded you are right now. What are you? A rabbit family in heat?”

Ben, sitting on the couch, laughed at his remark. “What can I do? I shoot my shot well.”

“Yeah? When Hughie's little boy grows up and starts making moves on one of your daughters, I'll see you then. You'll all get along well as relatives, won't you, Annie?”

“Say that shit again?”

Butcher's smile grew when he realized he had hit a sweet spot to get Ben's nerves.

When Ben suddenly became unreasonably frustrated, you sat next to him, and you kicked his leg. While Annie, MM, and Frenchie set the table, you watched Hughie use a milk bottle to feed his son. You were touched by his dedication and his constant smile.

Your head began to throb from the sounds they made as Ryan and MM's daughter assisted Jaden and others in playing games, but it was a pleasurable ache.

It was beautifully snowing outside as the hours went by while you were seated at the table, deep in conversation. Ben was eating turkey like he was starving and was talking about how difficult it was to be a father and how war and fighting superheroes were much easier than anything else because fathering required so much contemplation. You didn't hurt his pride and interrupt, but you and Annie exchanged glances and rolled your eyes when Hughie agreed with him, and they spoke as though they were the ones who gave birth.

Your heads turned back when you heard a guitar sound. While his sisters were destroying the strings together, Jared was playing with it. Jared was behaving like a professional and had a humorous look on his face. Then he stood up and touched his father's legs while carrying the guitar.

“Hey, where did you find this?” Ben asked when Jared instructed him to take it.

“Can you play this?” Without waiting for Ben's response, Frenchie requested and promptly stated the names of the French songs he wanted Ben to sing.

Ben put the guitar and Jared on his lap as he became filled with enthusiasm. “Of course I can.” To feel like he was the one playing, Jared placed his tiny hand on his father's big ones. He looked at you and smiled shyly to see if his mom was proud of him. You blew a kiss to him and smiled.

Ben began singing his well-known song ‘Rapture’, and you had to control your laughter to keep from embarrassing him. You had to think negative stuff to avoid ruining his and Jared's mood because of how serious his face was and how he was acting like a pop star at the time. Jared wasn't any different.

Since everyone was trying their hardest not to crack up when you looked at their faces, Jared and Ben were the only ones on the clouds there.

Butcher was tearing up as Ben said the ‘Rapture’ line because he was unable to contain himself any longer as he laughed out loud.

Ben gave Jared the guitar, instructing him to play like him for his sisters and younger buddies to show how talented he was, and when Jared ran to his sisters and buddies, he stated, “I'm gonna break this on your damn head,” giving Butcher a stern look.

You told him, “Don't be a dick, Butcher,” and rested your chin on Ben's shoulders. “Baby, you did perfectly. I had no idea you were such a good guitarist, you played so well.”

Ben was proud of your compliment and forgot about Butcher. He winked at you and remarked, “I'm good at playing with many things,” as if to remind you of your little arrangement.

“There are already enough babies. Because of these random sperms, I am going to become mute, I’m telling you.”

As she held the baby on her lap, Kimiko gave him the middle finger and made Annie's son do the same gesture with his tiny fingers. When Annie's son made a happy sound, as though she knew what was happening, Kimiko was grinning broadly. Butcher claimed that Kimiko's nasty demeanor would spoil Annie's son, but Frenchie told him to shut the fuck up. Ben was feeling better when he saw everyone opposed to Butcher.

As the night went by, you all talked about wonderful memories while simultaneously handling your babies. The house was filled with your babies' happy screams as the snow poured outside, providing you with the ideal setting for the start of the new year. Your back was pressed against Ben's warm chest as his powerful and gentle hands caressed your arms. Remembering how he sung his own carol, Rapture, with such a solemn tone and face, made you smile uncontrollably.

A/N: I'm not proud of this work, but I hope you like it. :/ I'll be better, I promise...

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ultralightpoe · 2 years ago

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Spellbound - Geralt

Authors Note: I’m back because I quit my job and have a better schedule at the new job

Warnings: semi smut

Word Count: 4012

Description: geralt fights his feelings until you get trapped in a spell

brothel worker! reader x geralt

Enjoy!

Geralt was going to tear whoever did this to you to pieces. He would gouge their eyes out and make them eat them.

That was just one of the thoughts that rang through his mind as he cradled you in his arms, your nose bleeding onto his now naked torso, the shirt you had torn off of him a mere moment ago nearly in the fire.

This was not supposed to be how this happened, this wasn’t supposed to happen at all. He had made himself stay away for this exact reason, everything he loved was destroyed.

The witcher had always been against you joining the group.

You had been a brothel worker when you came upon Jaskier six months ago, walking the streets with achy legs from a long shift, smelling of the salt water you had bathed in when you saw a group of men holding him up and beating on him.

A yell had crossed your lips and without thinking you picked up a log near your feet, launching at the men and swinging anywhere you could to scare them off, hitting a couple of them harshly before they finally scampered away leaving you standing in the mud with a log and the poor fool laying bloody and beaten on the ground.

You had brought him to your tiny rooms at the brothel, helped him clean up and soon enough he was asking you to join them. You hesitated for a moment, watching him use one of your rags to dot at the cuts along his face before shrugging.

Anything is better than the life of a brothel worker, right?

Wrong.

Brothels didn’t have the annoying attitude of Geralt the fucking Witcher. Okay well some did since Jaskier admitted to Geralt being a frequent guest of them, but you had never seen him and you wished you never met him either.

He spent every waking moment snapping at you, or blatantly ignoring you when you were trying to ask questions. It was either you didn’t exist or everything you did was wrong, and you could never figure out why the way he treated you bothered you so fucking much.

Men had done far worse to you in that brothel, but Geralt giving you the cold shoulder nearly brought you to tears? What?

Then again none of the men that came to the brothel were like Geralt at all. None of them had those melting golden eyes or the firm touch of a protector, none of them could turn a sword in their hands the way he does or make anyone feel at ease in his presence.

Well……anyone but you.

Maybe he knew you had feelings for him, maybe he hated your guts. Many reasons why he never wanted to talk to you filled your head and none of them were good.

You spent your days obsessing over a man that barely glanced back at you, your horse in the back of the group with Jaskier always a force between you both.

Geralt takes a moment to tie the corset of your dress so you weren’t exposed before pulling you into his arms and laying you on his bed, moving to grab a cloth from the basin in the corner of the inn room.

When he returns to your side he takes a chance to slide the hair from your face, swiping the damp cloth along the blood trail your nose left in soft strokes as he watches you sleep. He would make sure you were breathing and comfortable before he went out and broke some limbs.

It had been six months of that behavior, and it was truly beginning to wear you down.

The days were spent either passive aggressively ignoring him back for scoffing at any mistake of yours he pointed out. Today was a passive aggressive silent game.

He had woken you up by snapping in your face and the months of travel and anger were beginning to catch up so you had slapped his hand out of your face, watching a small amount of shock fill his face before his eyes narrowed in anger.

“You overslept….again.” In the beginning you would have a snarky retort, something mocking his breath or face, but now you merely rolled your eyes and turned your back to him as you packed up your bedroll. He doesn’t seem to understand your silent game since he tries to piss you off once more. “We are going to be behind if you keep sleeping like this.”

It would be so easy to turn around and tell him to shove off, but then he would know he had that effect so you simply picked you belongings up, fixed your boots and walked to the horses where Jaskier sat atop his own.

The bard gives you a knowing look as you mount your own horse after fixing everything onto it, legs swinging with a natural ease and a slight warmth on your thigh. When you look down you see Geralt's hand placed on it, and you realize he had helped you up. “Are you angry with me? Or have you lost your voice?”

“Just matching the treatment given to me.” You snark, a feeling of pride in your chest when you see him all but snarl. You kick the horse into gear after that, this time taking the lead as his hand slips from your thigh and he rushes to Roach.

By the time he catches up he makes Roach walk alongside your horse, his face furious. “The treatment I gave you?”

You hum out, moving to speed up your horse but Geralt is too quick, within moments he has the reins of your horse in his hand, pulling on them until you are close enough for your thighs to touch.

“Answer me.”

You hum again, your heartbeat rising and you wonder if he can hear it when his eyes cast down to your chest before looking back at you.

“Humming is not an answer.”

You hum once more, moving to snatch the reins but his hand reaches out to grab your jaw. “I need to hear your voice.”

You slap his hand away once more and snatch the reins, giving him a glare before moving forward.

“I don’t understand.” He grunted to Jaskier later that day, fixing his travel pack on roach as the bard leans against the same post the horses were tied to. You had gone to the market to grab some necessities and when Geralt demanded to go with you he had been met with another empty hum and Jaskier had told him to back down.

“She’ll avoid attention if she isn’t traveling with a witcher, not to mention she knows how to bargain for cheaper prices when she isn’t flanked by your glare.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He growls, watching the bard smirk.

“The market workers like the attention she can give them-”

“We agreed she didn’t have to do any of that stuff if she traveled with us.”

“She does this willingly, and even so it’s not the same as in the brothel. She doesn’t have to offer up her-” A heavy growl slips from Geralt and Jaskier chooses not to finish his sentence, instead rolling his eyes and moving to his own horse. “I think you would be better off if you just told her you love her.”

“I do not-”

“Oh hush. I see you watch her sleep every morn, then I see you yell at her for waking up late because you forgot to wake her up.” He laughs. “And I see you hover whenever she mounts and dismounts Lugo. Not to mention the way you give her the bigger rations of whatever we eat and-”

“Fuck off.”

Jaskier takes the win and turns away from the witcher, fiddling with the lute while Geralt tries to make himself look busy.

After a moment of silence the witcher stands quickly. “Why won’t she speak to me?”

A laugh escapes the bard once more. “Because you ignore her any chance you get?”

“I do not.”

“Well I know that. But she doesn’t, because you never even bother talking to her. You’d rather silently pine like a lost-” He trails off when he sees you emerge from the hills, sacks of produce in your arms with a small smile on your face. “Fresh hells.”

“The men were ready to lose their money today boys!”

“Did they bother you?” Geralt growls and you give him a glare back before shoving the sack of apples into his chest.

Once he is sure you are breathing properly he covers you with the blanket, before moving to grab his sword, careful not to wake you up.

You spend the rest of the day simply ignoring them both, too busy being proud of the way you scammed the merchants and all you had to do was lift your skirt to your knee.

Geralt kept Roach near your own horse, and Jaskier took the back for once, all of you traveling in silence until Jaskier begins to whine.

“It has been forever since we slept indoors.”

Silence follows for a moment before Geralt turns to glare at him. “And Y/n just saved us so much coin we can each get a room in the next town.”

“This is true! I did!” You laugh, turning to look at Jaskiers mopey face.

“Fuck.” Geralt grunts, turning back to the road so he doesn’t have to look at either of you again.

Jaskier is still sitting in the hall with his lute, strumming softly in the drunken daze as the crowd they had gathered earlier has finally died down.

“Bard.” Geralt grunts, trying to get his attention. But Jaskier doesn’t move, simply keeps his eyes closed as he plays a chord. So Geralt kicks his chin.

The bard before him jumps up with a shout before his eyes land on the white haired witcher before him.

“I got us all rooms and I found you in a hallway.”

“I was merely resting for a moment.” He sighs, reaching down to grab the ale mug filled with coins he earned from his performance. “It’s hard to be a -”

The silver amulet is shoved in his face before he can finish the sentence, eyes widening as Geralt grunts. “Who gave this to Y/n?”

“The charming blonde who had been dancing with her all night while you sat in the back and glared.”

“Where did he disappear to?”

“You mean after you snatched her?”

By the time the three of you made it to the next town your ass was worn from the saddle and you were a bit wobbly when you got down, Geralt standing behind you and you scoffed as you looked at him. “Waiting for me to fall so you can lecture me?”

He opens his mouth to respond and you find yourself excited that he is actually about to answer back before he huffs and glares before disappearing. And once more you are left feeling like nothing.

You watch as he disappears into the tavern before turning to Jaskier. “I asked around at the market…”

“About?”

“About work.”

“Ah!” He smiles, moving to lean on you. “And what did you find for our dear witcher to do?”

“Not for him actually.” Your throat tightens as you struggle to find the words. Jaskier doesn’t seem to catch on to your solemn mood.

“Oh? A performance for me? I’m sure I can prepare a lullaby or two-”

“For me.” You interrupt, pulling yourself away from him and crossing your arms uncomfortably as he stares at you.

“For…..you?” You nod at his question, trying to gain some power here. “What do you-”

“Madame Horchels brothel is in this town, she is famous within word and if I met with her then I am sure I would be set up with a room and a hot meal a day-”

“Why in fucks sake would you ever want to go back to that?”

Tears were welling in your eyes as he stared at you and you struggled to find words. “I am just……tired of feeling useless and pathetic……”

“So you would go back to whoring?”

“You don’t have to act so disgusted!” You snap, shame filling you at his reaction. “I never saw you complaining about my past when I was flirting with guards or-”

“I am sorry, I never meant to judge. I just think…..” He sighs out and rubs his face aggressively before moving to pull you into a hug. “It’s been a cold couple days. How about we go in and get a drink, a good night's rest in actual beds before we make decisions? Yeah?”

A hooded figure passes you both to get into the tavern and you simply shrug. “I think my mind is made up Jask.”

“I think it would be a mistake and we would miss you terribly……..okay I would miss you terribly.”

“Why would you miss her?” Geralt snaps out from a couple steps away, eyes squinted in an angry manner. He had originally come to snap at you both to watch your surroundings but had caught the tail end of the conversation instead.

“Y/n here was just rushing a decision. But we aren’t gonna talk about that, right now a round of ale on me.”

“You spent all your coin two towns ago on new strings for your lute.” Geralt reminds, eyes never leaving your figure.

“Then I shall make more coin!” He cheers, pulling you into the tavern and snatching the room keys from Geralt.

Things escalated from there, and any time Geralt asked about their conversation they changed the subject and he was beginning to lose his mind. Were you okay? Why would Jaskier miss you? Why was he so worried about this? He watched you drink all night, ignoring him, and he watched as many of the men in the tavern asked you for a dance. He knew none of the men were a threat, and you knew how to handle them, even if it got out of control he could have his sword to their throat with a mere minute. So he didn’t really pay attention to your dance partners.

But one in particular caught his attention, the hooded figure that had walked too close to you both earlier had emerged from his corner and asked for a dance, and something in Geralt screamed for him to go and get you away. But he didn’t, instead he sat back and drank, allowing you room to have fun.

The blonde stranger whirled you around and spun you and bought you drink after drink. Your eyes glazed over and your smile was wide enough to split your face, a jealous feeling crept into Geralts chest and the urge to punch the stranger grew and grew as Jaskier played song after song.

“Can I get you another drink?”

“Hmm?” Geralts attention snaps from your figure to the tavern wench beside him, giving him a small smile.

“Another ale?”

“I think I am fine. Thank you-” She doesn’t wait, walking away since she didn’t get more coin and when Geralt sneaks his attention back to you he can’t help but slam his empty mug down.

The stranger had you turn around with you lifting your hair as he placed an amulet on your neck, kissing your shoulder and before Geralt could stop himself he lunged to grab you.

One moment you are giggling about the gorgeous, the next you are thrown over Geralts shoulder as he shoves the gorgeous fae away from you, hauling you up the stairs of the inn with no care.

“Put me down!” You shout, slamming your hand into his back as he walks through the first hall then up the next flight of stairs.

“You’ve had too much to drink.”

“And you care why?”

“Because that man would take advantage.’ He growls.

“Well he gave me a necklace, that’s how the business works.” You giggle, reaching up to touch the necklace but the world whirls once more as Geralt places your feet on the ground and pushes you into the wall. His hand stopped your head from hitting the wood but the rest of you was pressed between him and the wall.

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” You ask breathlessly, watching his face with adoration. Had he always been so…..

“Joke about that. You need something then I will get it for you.”

“What if I want the prettiest jewels in the kingdom?”

“Then I kill more beasts.” He was dead serious and the hazy feeling was taking over so before you know it you find yourself leaning in to whisper “What is I want an orgasm?”

A red tint crosses his neck but his face remains serious as he leans his head against yours to whisper. “Then you ask me.”

And for a moment you can’t breathe, you find yourself aching, every part of you wanting to touch him suddenly. But before you can he whispers once more. “But not tonight. My first time with you will be sober.”

Then the wood behind you disappears and you realize he had pressed you against the door to your room. Landing in a ball on the floor he sends a small smile before slamming the door and the heat that had filled you dims for a moment.

But just for a moment.

You pull yourself up from the floor, moving to the bed before the aching returns and your body heats up twice as bad. Everything begins going hazy as a sweat covers you and then you lose it.

“I need to go.” Geralt snaps, shoving Jaksier to the direction of the stairs. “You go watch her. Don’t let her make any more mistakes.”

“Where are you- Geralt? What happened?! Hello?!” Jaskier calls after the witcher, watching him storm through the tavern before slamming the doors on his way out. With a deep sigh the bard grabs his jacket and mug of coins before making his way to find the rooms.

It had been an hour since he left you in your room and Geralt could not relax himself. Jaskier had just stopped singing and Geralt was still pacing the inn room, back and forth back and forth.

The aching hard on he had refused to go away, the image of your dazed eyes all he could think about, and the way you whispered to him had him so close to snapping all together. But he didn’t, and you were safe in your room with him just two doors down. But the floorboards creaking by his door caught his attention, and he reached for the sword as the doorknob jiggled.

Stepping towards it slowly as it creaks open only to reveal you, standing in the hall in nothing but your dress slip and a flushed face. “Geralt-” You moan out and his knees nearly buckle when you rush in and slam the door.

The sword falls from his hands so he can catch you when you come hurdling to him, pulling him in for a harsh kiss. Your lips melt into his and you moan in victory when he kisses back, pressing yourself against him as your hands fly into his hair.

His own hands find purchase on you hips, and before he can tell himself not to he moves them to start a grinding motion the both of your would like. It stays like this for a moment until you bite his lip on a particularly aggressive moan, pulling back to catch a breath as you press your hips into his harder than before.

For a second he admires you, the way your face scrunches up in pleasure and the moans that he is pulling from your lips, letting out a heavy ‘FUCK’ when you circle your hips.

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease.” You gasp out, hands dragging from his hair to his chest before you start tearing the clasps on his shirt, scratching it a bit in your struggle to get it off. “Ineedyou, it hurtssobad-”

This makes him hesitate, pulling back a little just as you fling his shirt, your hands flying to undo the slip and he finally catches your eyes. Only they weren’t the eyes he had fallen in love with, instead they were a deep red.

“Y/n?” He asks, heartbeat racing as he snatches your wrists in one hand, the other coming to grab you chin. “Look at me.”

“Geralt, please. It hurts.” You whine and the gem in the amulet glows the same red as your eyes.

Dread fills him as he reaches down to tear it off you, the silver cutting you a bit before he chucks it across the room.

He couldn’t breathe properly as he watched you come down from the spell, anger filling him. You hadn’t meant any of this, this had been a spell.

He was a fucking fool.

“Geralt?” You breathe out, taking in the room before looking at his shirtless torso and the small scratches you had made to get the shirt off. “What-”

And just like that you were gone. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your nose started bleeding as you passed out, he barely caught you before you hit the floor. “Fuck.”

You awake mid day- the sun blaring in through the blinds and you do your best to cover your eyes. “Oh make it stop-”

“There are no covers for the window.” Jaskier sighs from where he is laying on the floor. “I tried stealing the blanket from you and you hissed at me.”

“Serves you right….” You mumble, taking in the room as you realize that last night hadn’t been a dream after all and a deep embarrassment fills you.

“H-have…..have you seen Geralt?” You ask, leaning over the bed to look at him.

“He left around sunrise in a pissy mood.”

“Did he… did he say anything?” You felt like an utter fool, and you were doing your best not to be sick.

“Said to watch you so you didn’t make any more mistakes.” Jaskier shrugs before yawning.

“He said that? He said mistake?” Your voice cracks as you wrap the blanket tighter around yourself.

“He did. I assumed he caught you with the blonde gu- Y/n? What’s the matter?”

“I…… I have to go.” You rush out, jumping over him to leave the room.

- - - - -

Geralt finds Jaskier waiting at the horses when he rides up, tired and cranky, and he gets even crankier when he sees that your horse is empty of all your travel bags.

“Is she not awake? Do we need to get a healer?” He rushes out, launching from roach to get to the tavern only for Jaskier to hold the lute in front of him.

“She woke up several hours ago, it’s nearly dusk.”

“Then where is she?”

“Gone.”

“Gone?” His heart is racing too fast and he’s hoping that Jaskier starts laughing soon and this is all a joke.

“I told her you said to make sure she didn’t make any more mistakes and she got really sad and started crying as she packed up.” He explains. “She went to this brothel and they wouldn’t let me in but they let her in and she came out to say bye soon after that.”

“She went to a brothel?!” He snaps, grabbing the collar of Jaskiers dress coat.

“Don’t blame me! This is your doing!”

“How. So.”

“You were the one that made her feel worthless! Never looking at her and always in her business about her mistakes-”

“Her mistakes get her hurt, or worse, killed!”

“Then tell her that! Rather than yell at her all the time with no explanation-”

“Where is the brothel?”

“It’s no use.”

“Where. Is. The. Brot-”

“She made a deal! The madame owns her!”

“Not on my fucking watch.” Geralt snaps, mounting the roach in one fluent move before nodding to Jaskier. “Hurry.”

He had to get you.