☜ The Witcher Imagines ☞

Imagine you're the only female Witcher

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White hair trailed down your back as you hid in the corner of the tavern. It was more nervously edging yourself into society than hiding, you only desired to assimilate into the world's population. Everywhere you would go, whether you had a smile upon your face or not, rocks were thrown by children and abuse assaulted your eardrums.

It sucked being the only one around. And you knew of Geralt of Rivia, the famous Witcher who traded his silver sword for coin. But, he was nothing close to who you were.

You bet he didn't care about being sterile, hurt by the only key to normalcy or marked forever by such eyes and hair. The trials and tribulations forced upon you were the nightmares that cursed your nights (if you ever captured sleep).

You had remained in this town for a few months. It was getting old yet not one insult had been thrown toward your fragile mind. Instead, you were given secret smiles and small waves from children passing by; maybe it was all down to driving out a sickness which could've plagued them all.

From your corner you rose your eyes to the centre of the tavern, your eyes barely having to strain as you assessed every body possessing the space.

Two, however, caught your attention above all.

A man, small but noticeable through his colourful clothing sang joyfully to the drunkards and whores, practically begging for their approval as his friend tiredly brushed past.

It was a Witcher.

Your back straightened and senses heightened from his appearance. He was strong, broad and basically melted into the shadows as he made his way toward the bar. His path silenced as he travelled closer and soon, he reached the barman: Seb.

"We don't serve Witchers" Seb practically growled, causing you to scoff in amusement,

What were you doing there then? You sensed a double standard as the famed Geralt of Rivia glared down at the man of middle age.

"Sure you don't!" You chuckled over Seb's attempted intimidation.

Geralt's eyes immediately flickered to your own, the only difference between you and Geralt was between our legs and sitting in your eyes. Against his gold, cat-like orbs was your own sapphire blue that glowed in the dull space.

Seb sighed in hesitant relent.

"Sure thing, (Y/N)".

Soon enough a cup of ale was slid into Geralt's grip while he was transfixed with your own existence. Like the Male Witcher, You had never seen another Witcher, at least not in a long while.

"It seems like you've travelled far and if that's your companion-" you nodded toward the bard, "- I'm sure I understand your need for a drink" you smirked.

"No truer words have been spoken" the Witcher sarcastically replied with his voice still deep and stoic.

"It seems like a gift, being able to read people so clearly" you smiled behind the rim of your cup.

"What has you here then? Monsters? Coin? The coin of lusting men?" Geralt wondered aloud. His eyes then pierced into your own, attempting to pull the truth forward as your heart lifted into your throat.

"A life..." you simply replied with a suddenly unsteady voice.

The Witcher scoffed, "there is no such thing for people like us".

"There's no such thing for people who don't try" you countered.
"If you need anywhere to stay my door is open. It's the farthest cottage from the town. If you get lost, everyone knows where I am".