The white wolf (Geralt x reader)

Chapter 1

I crouched low, my sword that was raised in defense dripped with the blood of my enemy. The large werewolf I'd been tracking had finally shown its self and now stood bearing its razor sharp fangs in a threatening manner. Deep cuts littered its body but it still stood tall, claws out and ready to strike. I steadied my breathing, repositioning my sword so it now rested loosely in my right hand. Despite the fact my arm had been slashed, I wasn't giving up anytime soon. "Come on you ugly beast, die already!" 

The creature snarled in response before darting towards me at an inhuman speed. I followed its movements and charged with a fierce battle cry, ducking at the last moment as it swung its knife like claws at my head. I slid on the ground, turning in the process and using the momentum to slice a deep gash in the werewolf's leg. The beast let out a hysterical cry of agony, thrashing about in anger it managed to land a sharp blow to my cheek. I hissed and jumped back, fed up with the way this fight was going.

"Time to end this." Dropping my sword to the ground, I pulled my bow off my back and notched two arrows. The werewolf turned, eyes glowing red with anger and mouth flooding with drool. I tilted my bow at an angle and took my aim. Wait (y/n), be patient. Once again, it charged screeching the most demonic sound I'd ever heard. "Closer, closer..." Calmly exhaling, I let the arrows fly and watched intently as both found their mark, lodging deeply through both eyes of the beast. With a mighty 'thump' it fell to the ground.

Sighing in relief, I gathered my discarded weapons before stretching out my aching body, wincing slightly as my wounds began to sting. I poked the fresh corpse with my foot, satisfied that it didn't move or show any signs of being alive. "Finally." I muttered. I placed two fingers in my mouth and whistled, watching out for any signs of my trusty companion. My face lit up in delight as I saw him. "Onyx, over here!" I called, waving my arms frantically to catch the attention of my beloved horse. Onyx was a beautiful black stallion that I'd stolen from a greasy farmer that refused to let me stay in his barn during a storm. Ever since that day, we'd been thick as thieves. 

I patted Onyx on the neck before taking a sack that rested over his saddle. Getting the corpse into the bag was the trickiest part, it's limbs wouldn't bend and every time I moved it blood would come pouring out. In the end, I had to cut parts off it in order for it to fully fit. After the gruesome part was over I loaded the sack onto the back of my saddle and started my long  journey back to Blaviken.

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Geralt strode into the tavern of Blaviken, all eyes turning to look at him as the busy afternoon chatter slowed to whispers. He rolled his eyes at the actions of the townsfolk. This kind of attention was typical for Witchers especially for Geralt, but by now he'd learnt to ignore it. He approached the bar feeling every move he made being watched, leaning towards the bartender, he cleared his throat. "Who do I talk to about the werewolf bounty?" He asked, voice deep and husky. 

The bartender laughed and spluttered. "Sorry Witcher, you're about two weeks late. Someone's already taken the job." Geralt frowned, yellow eyes trailing around the room before coming back to the bartender. "Who?" Before the man could answer the door of the tavern burst open revealing a hooded figure dragging a bloody sack along behind them. "Why don't you find out for yourself." 

Normal POV

I kicked open the doors of the tavern, cringing slightly at force it swung open. "Whoops." I mumbled to myself as I began to drag the sack towards the bar. Everyone's eyes were glued to my small form making me feel surprisingly self conscious. I must've looked awful, clothes and hair matted with blood, boots trailing mud and of course a werewolf corpse at my feet. As I neared the bar I pulled my hood further down across my face before dropping the sack and facing the bartender.

"I...I've completed the bounty." I huffed, clearly out of breath. The bartender looked down on me, eyes racking over my body causing me to shrink down under his predatory gaze. "Got any proof?" I groaned at his patronising words, stepping back and motioning to the bloody heap on the floor. "This enough?" I asked sarcastically. He grumbled in response, reaching under the counter and pulling out a large pouch of coins. My eyes lit up at the sight of money. "Here's your reward, just leave the sack there I'll move it to the back room myself." He began moving to my side of the bar but I was too preoccupied digging through my new coin sack to notice him approach me. Without warning, he forcefully pulled back my hood revealing my identity. Chatter began to stir throughout the tavern. "You must be pretty strong, for a woman."

I sent him a glare and dug out a coin from the pouch, slamming it onto the counter. "Why don't you kill the werewolf yourself next time? So I think what you meant to say was 'thank you', now I'll have a pint of ale and a loaf of bread please." The man growled at me, gathering up the sack.

"Fuck off someplace else, girl." And with that he dragged the corpse out of the inn. I sighed, swallowing dryly. It'd been days since my last proper meal, restful nights sleep or mug of ale. What I really needed was a wash and a place to stay. My attention was caught as something slid across the bar in front of me. Looking up, I saw that a tankard filled to the brim had miraculously appeared. I glanced in the direction it came from and saw him. He was tall and muscular with striking yellow eyes and long white hair that seemed to glow in the dim light of the tavern. 

He seemed to notice my staring as a light smirk appeared on his face. "I haven't tainted your drink if that's what you're wondering." He spoke, his voice was husky yet smooth. I cautiously took the cup in my hands, raising it delicately to my lips and taking a sip. The man watched my every move, carefully taking in every little detail of my face and demeanour. Once I'd had a taste of the tart liquid I couldn't refrain any longer. I threw the cup back, gulping down every last drop in record time. The smirk on his face grew. Letting out a prolonged sigh, I placed the tankard back on the bar. "You're a Witcher, aren't you?" I asked, eyes cast down to my intertwined hands. 

He stood from his stool and made his way to the one next to mine. When he sat, his presence loomed over me like a dark and ominous cloud causing me to flinch ever so slightly. Not one of my movements went unnoticed by him. He leaned his face close to mine. "Scared?" He questioned, his breath tickled my face. I now turned to look him dead in the eye, his yellow orbs gazing into my own (e/c) ones. "No actually, not in the slightest." He smirked, eyes trailing across my face.

"Then you're unique. Most people fear my kind."

"Most people are cowards." He chuckled at my comment, signalling towards a waitress for another drink. She brought it over in a hasty motion before scampering off into the crowds. The Witcher took a swig of his drink. "Werewolf's aren't easy to kill and you're no Witcher. The bartender was right, you must be strong." I let a small smile curl on my lips. 

"I don't really like to brag about my strength...I'm just in it for the coin." I watched as he downed his drink and set it aside. "You and I are similar in that way. In fact, I'd say we're similar in most ways." I cocked my head to the side. He smirked at my actions. "I disagree. I can assure you what I want is far from anything of your sort." I looked away from him, my eyes staring straight ahead. He placed his hand on the back of my chair, forcefully turning it so our eyes met yet again. Keeping his hand on my chair he leaned forward, our faces inches apart. 

"And what is it that you want?" He hummed breathily. I kept my composure, refusing to crack under his spell. I placed a hand on his chest, pushing him back lightly. "That's for me to know, and you to find out." He grinned at me before sitting up straight. "What's your name?" He asked still grinning. 

"(Y/n), (y/n) (l/n). And you are?" I questioned, resting my chin against my palm. 

"Geralt." His voice sent shivers down my spine. "It's a pleasure to meet you, (y/n)"

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