Witcher x Reader

Camp Site

The sky was stormy. The wind was strong enough to kill all that's evil.

That's the weather I look forward to the most. It helps me locate my enemies alot faster and easier, they are too cowardly to leave the warmth of their beds and the breasts of their partners.

"The lost soul." One would shout as I walked through the city.

"A pig in clothing." Another would taunt.

"Wiiiitch." The old hags would scream in my face.

Yep, I surely wasn't welcome. I didn't know if it's because of my ability to make people do what I want or simply because I can outbest everyone in sight.

Either one works for me.

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Entering the tavern full of pervs and drunks, I sat on a dainty stool and ordered my drink of ale.

The bartender, a small, skinny ugly balding man spat on the ground before slamming the tanker in front of me.

"10 coins."

I pulled out my little money bag and handed him the money before I looked around the droken down building.

As i was scanning around the place my eyes spotted a silver hair man sitting in the corner with a drink in front of him, he's black armor and swords on his back made me really curious.

                    

I approached his table and sat opposite him.

His face was broad and pale, his eyes the colour of amber and he had a large scar reaching from his forehead to his cheekbone.

"Well hello handsome. Fancy seeing you here." I smirked as I brought my drink to my lips.

His eyes pierced mine as he sighed deeply and also took a mouthful of his drink.

"I don't like company... but for you I'll make an exception."

I put my hand on my heart and smiled at him.

"Why thank you kind sir." I teased.

The once crowded noisy place was now silent. I looked around to find half of the people staring at us, some snorted and spat while others walked and bumped into each other, clearly not taking their eyes off us.

"DO YOU NOT HAVE BETTER THINGS TO BE DOING." I shouted across the tavern before turning back to the white haired man.

"What are you doing here, little fox.?" The handsome stranger asked.

Shaking my head slowly, I took a few mouthfuls of my drink before placing it back on the wooden table.

"I have unfinished business. But that doesn't matter to others. Why are you here.?"

"Work. I need to make a living by killing monsters. I'm geralt. Geralt of rivia by the way."

I shifted in my seat and gaped at him like a fish out of salt water.

"The white wolf?. I'm a quiet a fan of your work. You actually inspired me to grow a paid of balls and face my demons."

Geralt chuckled as he finished off the rest of his drink and stood up.

"At your service m'lady. Now I must be going, us witchers don't stay too long as people tend to turn on us."