Assorted Character Oneshots

Secrets - Geralt of Rivia

Summary: Geralt takes some time to relax at home

Triggers: Smut, mentions of death/ blood,

Word Count: 2665

Geralt had been on the road for weeks, grumpy didn't come close enough to describe the foul mood he had been in. Jasiker had been teasing him about it all day, more than usual. His grunts had become far and few between, just keeping his eyes set on the road before him.

No matter what he tried, he couldn't shake the loud bard. They had finished their job, gotten their gold, and left the town they had saved once again, but Jasiker couldn't seem to get the hint. Maybe he ignored it on purpose.

Whatever the reason, Jasiker had followed him all the way to a small cottage on the edge of the wood near a town called Nytir. A cobblestone pathway led through gardens and small crop fields and animal housing. Heavy steps echoed off the stone quietly as the two grew closer and closer to the front door, which was propped open.

As they drew closer, the two could hear the whistle of a kettle and someone humming. Jasiker gave Geralt a strange look as he entered without word or warning to whomever was inside. They came upon the scene, a person dressed for farming, working away at chopping up herbs into almost a powder, pouring them into the kettle as they finished.

Geralt stepped forward, the floorboard beneath his foot letting out a particularly loud creak. The person stiffened for a moment, glancing over their shoulder before turning to face the two men, a bright smile appearing on their lips. "Hello again."

Geralt stepped forward and enveloped the smaller figure in his large arms, visibly relaxing as the person laughed and wrapped their own arms around his neck.

"Geralt, who exactly is that?" The person half whispered, glancing over at Jasiker.

He grunted and let them go, the bard stepping forward to bow deeply, "Forgive me, but I'm Jasiker. The bard. Friend of Geralt the butcher," He stepped forward once more, taking their hand in his and placing a gentle kiss upon their knuckles. "A vision such as yourself is very generous to allow us to intrude like this."

Geralt huffed as the "vision" glanced back at him, giggling at the brunettes large gestures. "It's really nothing. Geralt and I go back years."

He pulled back, finding Geralt's death stare more potent than usual. The beauty seemed to notice and giggled, placing their hand over his large chest. "Pay him no mind, he just doesn't like it when people flirt with me."

"And why might that be? Trying to keep this beauty all to yourself, Geralt? How selfish of you."

"Selfish. I should like to keep my spouse to myself," The wolf sighed as he dropped his things by his foot, fiddling with the buckles on his outer armor.

"Sp-spouse?" Jasiker took a moment to glance between the two, disbelief plainly written on his features.

"I'm ___, yes. His spouse. And you know what I said about your things in the kitchen." The now named person tossed a stern glance over at Geralt. In response, he picked up his things and dragged them to a room towards the back, presumably a bedroom.

Jasiker couldn't blink away the shock, "If he's holding you here against your will, blink twice."

___ responded with a boisterous laugh, pouring the tea from the kettle they had almost forgotten about into three cups. Geralt reconvened with the others in the kitchen, taking the cup that was offered to him before sitting at one of the two chairs by the small round table in the corner.

Jasiker followed suit, taking in the scene. "You never seemed the domestic type."

"He wasn't before he met me. Now are either of you injured, any wounds need redressing, anything?" When the two shook their heads, indicating they were fine, they dropped their shoulders with a relieved sigh. "Good. A relatively easy job then."