THE WITCHER X READERS

[GERALT OF RIVIA DRABBLE]

Based on The Unwanted Animal by The Amazing Devil: And we fall into each other / The scratching grows so loud / Because that unwanted animal / Wants nothing more than to get out / And I scream

Word count: 437

Warnings: hardcore angst

You spent nights together, at first it was just having some fun but as time went on, it became more serious. Your feelings became more serious, and you realized that you actually loved the Witcher. You gave up your job at the local tavern and hit the road with him, learning to fight, be his companion and romantic partner. You had fun, you felt loved, appreciated and like you were home.

But it didn't took but one fight, and everything was ruined. A beast of the full moon had attacked you and despite you succeeding in slaying it without Geralt, it had bit you, which meant that you were now cursed with lycanthropy - one of the only curses The Witchers couldn't cure.

"Please Geralt, kill me, I don't want to become one of them", you pleaded with tears in your eyes. You squeezed your eyes shut as you fell on the ground, the full moon would soon rise. "I love you, and if you love me, you'll kill me."

Geralt looked at you, gripping his sword as his heart screamed not to do it. But he knew he wouldn't be able to contain the wolf in you forever - but he didn't want to let you go. You were the first person he cared about, who he loved. He had never cried, but in this moment the Witcher's eyes filled with tears. "I can't, Y/N."

You shook your head, scrambling up from the ground and taking his face in between your hands. "You must. Please, I would never forgive myself if I hurt innocents - turn them into beasts too."

Geralt knew that was the case. You spoke the truth. Sooner or later, you'd hurt someone else. The unwanted animal would always be inside you, there was no cure for lycanthropy. He just never believed he'd have to slay someone he loved.

But there was no choice. He grabbed your face and kissed you. Desperately, needily, knowing it would be the last of all the kisses he'd give to you. He rested his forehead against your own and mumbled, "I love you."

"I love you too." you whispered and lowered back on your knees, as Geralt let out a shaky breath and unsheathed his sword.

He looked at you smiling reassuringly at him, and he forced his feelings to step aside. And he swung the blade.