A/N: Hello my dear readers!

So I've watched the TV show 'The Witcher' with Henry Cavill and I loved it! here is a little one-shot where the reader needs the help of Geralt to get rid of Wyverns.

I played the video games ages ago, and it was in French so I am not completely updated with the Witcher's vocabulary. 

Hope you'll like it though.

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A small breeze breathed onto your neck, caressing your skin like a fluffy blanket as you stayed motionless and hidden in the woods. You were observing the Witcher, trying to learn things from him but as the rumours said, he was an emotionless man.... except in the depth of the night, the moon shining brightly into the dead hours of the night.

Leaning forward from your spot to see more of Geralt of Riv, your move broke the silence of the forest, shattering the veil of observation you had worked so hard for. The time you realised what had happened, a sharp sword tickled your throat with its sharpy end, almost teasing you.

' And who might you be, woman, hiding in the woods, unprotected ?'

You raised an eyebrow at the man, glimpsing the amberish colour of his feline eyes. Fast as a flash, your hand grabbed the blade of the sword, the sharpness opening your skin while you bolted forward, kicking his legs under him before he had the time to react.

' Who said I needed protection ?'you asked, standing up and pointing your sword at him, your bloody other hand falling at your side drops of the crimson liquid dirtying the leaves.

He acknowledged you for several seconds, eyeing your attire as well as your body, which earned you the chance to do the same. The famous silver hair falling in front of his sharp cheekbones, the way his clothes curves his body so tightly, the leather tracing the frame of his muscles, which left nothing to the imagination. The iron necklace hanging loosely against his neck, the shape of the wolf sparkling with the light of the moon.

You took your time to watch him, the famous slayer of monsters laying in front of you, stoicism featuring his face, which made you tilt your head to the side.

Out of sudden, something pushed into your hip, making you spin around to face Roach, the Witcher's horse. The animal kept nudging at you, silently demanding the treat snuffed into your pocket.

Geralt took the opportunity to disarm you with his weapon and directed his sword at you, threatening you darkly. His eyes shone brightly in the dark, the flames of the fireplace dancing in his fiery eyes.

'' You are not afraid of me. Why? And Roach seems to like you, which is odd.''

Ignoring the sword pointed at you, you reached your right pocket and retrieved one of the sugar cubes, you used to keep in case you were hungry on the road. Putting the treat into your hand, you handed it to the horse who happily ate it, before coming closer again. Under the bewildered eyes of the Witcher, who of course, didn't let any emotion cross his face, he watched you stroke his horse, your fingers, scratching at the horse's mane to its head.

" I saw worse people than you, Witcher. And for your horse, he smelt the sugar cubes I carry and I'm good with animals. Now, lower your sword, I am not your enemy."

He observed you for a few seconds, eyeing your tangling fingers and the horse who seemed to be surprisingly fond of you. He lowered his sword.

" You are familiar with my name, yet I am not with yours", he stated, sheathing his sword and coming to the other side of the horse.

The distance between you too was the horse's head who seemed to like even more the attention and he snorted happily, nudging his master affectionately.

" Y/N" you muttered, scratching the animal's neck tenderly.

The silver-haired man watched you carefully, noticing the way your fingers seemed to care gentleness and yet be so deadly by carrying a weapon. You used only one hand to stroke the horse as the other was covered in blood. The burning pain coming tingling your fingertips with blood. You held your gaze against these amber orbs, a small smile tugging at your lips at the intensity of the look. He seemed to be lost in thoughts when you pecked the horse's cheek and left to treat your injury. You took your bottle of water which was safely tucked into your bag pack and opened to let the water disinfect your wound. Then quickly, hissing at the burning sensation, you grabbed a piece of loose clothing you kept for urgencies and wrapped it around your hand, knotting it as hard as you could with one hand and your teeth. When you finished, you noticed the man had sat next to you, still observing you with his so peculiar eyes.

"Do I have something on my face, Witcher? Or are you just under my spell?" you teased, taking a sip from your bottle of water.

The man grunted at your words and shook his head.

" What do you want, Y/N ?"

You looked at the man, seriousness plastered all over your face.

" I need your help to slay a beast. I tried on my own, and let's say it didn't end well for both of us."

You scratched the back of your neck, remembering the ugly fight and the scars it had left on your body and mind.

" What beast ?"

You looked at Geralt right in the eyes, coldness dripping from your voice.

" Wyverns."

Geralt chuckled, unimpressed.

" You, a simple woman, survived Wyverns? Are you sure their poison didn't make you delusional? I bet you never put a foot in a swamp"

Your sword was at his neck, gritting your teeth sharply at his insulting words.

" Do not laugh at me, Witcher! These reptiles killed an entire herd of sheep, destroyed villages, including mine and nothing was done to stop them. I tried, and I almost died for it !"

You rose your t-shirt to expose the scar laying on your waist, freshly healed but a reminder of this terrible event. The man looked at the flesh, no emotions piercing his features while you continued :

"I came to you for your help not to amuse you !"

His hand reached your scar, tracing the scarred line surprisingly gently for a man of his size and asked :

" How did you survive? Wyvern's poison is lethal. You should be dead."

You pushed his hand away, putting your shirt back and scoffed :

" I got a few tricks up my sleeves, Geralt. Now, will you help me or not?"

He titled his head to the side.

" What's in for me? I don't do things for free."

You rolled your eyes.

"Of course, you don't. Here is money, a thousand gold coins. Is it enough as payment?"

He scanned the leather bag of coins you had put in his hand, weighing its content. Then, he stood up while you waited for an answer and walked to his horse to put the money in one of the saddle pockets.

"Give me two days, and the Wyverns won't be anything than a bad memory", he stated, spinning around to face you.

" Good, when are we leaving ?"

He raised an eyebrow at you, shaking his head slowly.

" There is no ' we'. I'm going, alone."

You got up and walked to him, putting your hands on your hips.

"Let me get myself clear. I will come with you kill the Wyverns."

He crossed his arms against his muscular chest.

" I don't need any help."

You patted his shoulder, ready to go to the swamps.

" I never said you did, Witcher."

He rolled his eyes and muttered some colourful words under his breath while Roach nudged at him.

" Roach, don't", he managed to say, before sighing loudly.

Then, he took the reins of his horse and stated.

"As long as you don't speak as much as Javier."

*

The walk to the swamps was tedious, the smell hitting your nose badly and for a second, you thought you were going to throw up. However, one look at Geralt and you focused your attention back to the goal of the expedition.

As you crawled on top of one of the hills with your reluctant partner, you watched the Wyverns fought for a dead sheep, their shrieks piercing your ears and you closed your eyes for a second. Taking a deep breath, you looked at Geralt who was analysing the situation, his amber eyes deducing the place, the behaviours of the monsters and the decyphering the way to get and kill them.

"How many did you see last time ?"

You frowned, noticing there was one of the Wyverns missing.

" Three. There is only two here. Where is the other one?"

Geralt looked at you.

"Did you hurt one of them with your sword?"

You nodded.

" Yes, I cut its tail."

He raised an eyebrow, truly impressed.

" You cut the tail of a Wyvern with your sword? Really?"

You nodded.

"Let's say, I have a very special sword that can cut anything."

You put your hand on the sheath, tapping it affectionately.

"You must have paid a great price for it."

You shrugged your shoulders.

" Magic always has a price. It was a price I was willing to pay."

His amber eyes narrowed at you.

"You wield magic ?"

You sighed.

"Now is not the time for questions, Geralt. Let's kill the Wyverns."

You both crawled back to the place you had come from.

"The Wyvern you hurt most likely died of its wound. We only have to face two Wyverns."

You tapped his shoulder playfully, earning a death glare from him.

" One for you and one for me. Perfect."

You took your sword out of your sheath, ready to the slay the monsters, but Geralt stopped you, putting ahand your arm.

" Wyverns are poisonous, one sting from their tail, and it's over for you. You escaped from them, once. We don't know each other for very long but I have a feeling that if Itry to stop you, you won't listen. So I'm only going to say this. Be careful and don't try to be a hero."

Then he stepped away before you had the chance to respond and walked towards the Wyvern's hens. You muttered a few protection spells on your body and his, then you followed his footsteps.

You saw him charge the beast, the flame of kill shining in his amber eyes and he threw his sword at the Wyvern which roared in pain.  It's head sharply came close to the Witcher who dodged the attack by jumping to the side before its fangs devoured him. 

Suddenly, the other Wyvern which colours was different from the usual light brown was a bright emerald shade which if the beast wasn't deadly you would have admired its scales. Bending over as one of its claws tried to drag you down, you raised your sword and slashed the beast on its paw, earning a dreadful shriek. The sound made your ears bleed but you ignore the pain and charged at the beast.

However, you didn't see the other beast snap his attention from Geralt to you at the scream of pain of the green Wyvern, neither did you see the beast surged to your form, opening its jaws to eat you alive. 

Geralt, quicker thanks to his enhanced senses, ran towards you and jumped in the air, sword in his hands, ready to slay the beast. The man plunged the weapon into the Wyvern's head, killing it instantly. The body went limp and fell without a glimpse of elegance on the floor, slipping until its jaws stopped inches from you. You stood motionless, stupor featuring your face while you watched the beast remained lifeless. Standing on the beast face, Geralt removed promptly his sword, ready to slay the last Wyvern but his eyes widened at the sight in front of him. 

His warning was too late.

" Y/N!"

A stinging pain erupted in your belly and you looked down, seeing the sting of the Wyvern's tail pierced your skin.  Fear started to overwhelm your body, as well as anger because you wouldn't let the Wyvern be the end of you. Your power surged through you, and your hands touched the Wyvern's dead face, absorbing the last energy from the beast before it fell into the claws of death. When you opened your eyes, energy pulsed into your pupils, making Geralt blink in surprise, as he watched you removed with your bare hands the sting and burn the animal with your touch. You turned around and screamed at the top of your lungs, releasing from your hands pure chaotic energy towards the green Wyvern.  The beast didn't stand a chance, and stumbled on the floor, dead.

Then the burst of magic faded, bringing back to your dreadful reality. You put your hands on your wound, desperately trying to stop the bleeding while muttering healing spells.  The Witcher rushed to your side, noticing the life flame fading from the green Wyvern and caught you in his arms when your feet couldn't carry you anymore.

"Ge... Geralt", you stammered, ' the poison, I tried to stop it, but I'm too weak"

His fiery eyes looked frantically from you to the wound, assessing the situation. Bringing fingers to his mouth, he whistled. A neigh was heard, and you chuckled, blood dripping from your mouth,

" You're calling Roach."

He put his hands under your knees and lifted you in his arms.

" Try to slow down the poison, I'm taking you to a doctor."

You groaned in pain but nodded slowly. You knew you couldn't make it, but the emotionless Witcher seemed to refuse this possibility and a small smile tugged at your lips.

" Thank you" you managed to say, looking at his face, your vision getting blurry.

He put you on the horse, sitting behind you. he put his hand on your wound, keeping the pressure as you grunted in pain, and laid your head on his shoulder. He hurried Roach to the closest village, the horse galloping as fast it could.

" What for?" he asked, his eyes on the horizon, leaving the swamp at the speed of light.

No response was heard, only the hooves on his horse tampering the ground and the man looked at you, your face buried in the crook of his neck, following the rhythm of the horse gallop, your lashes tickling his neck, and he turned his face a bit more to look at you. 

Eyes closed, the only thing he felt was the slow breathing escaping your lips, and he urged Roach to go faster which he did.

" Stay with me" he murmured.

A/N: So what did you think of my first The Witcher x reader one shot? Anything I can do better?