☜ The Witcher Imagines ☞

Imagine meeting Geralt at a brothel and him mistaking you for a whore

You were living in a brothel. And say what business does a princess have in a place of such ill repute?

You were hiding after the horrific attack on Cintra, a home away from home your family said. And to watch the Kingdom burn was like carving out the heart from your chest, already beating with squelching, crimson blood.

One morning, once you'd fixed your hair back and pulled on your apron, you were ready for work. With the necklace gifted down your family from your father's side and a secret promise ring from a previous lover, you paid off whatever money a whore could acquire for the next four years. For accommodation, you used labour and gratefully helped Sykes (the brothel owner) down in the bar.

After the first three months of hard work til the point calluses marked your hands, the respect Sykes had for you slowly increased. He was a handsome man at best, especially for who he was. His eyes pitch black and hair a pale blonde that reviled the shiniest silver, his whole body was woven with tanned skin draped over muscle that formed a lean posture.

With your close observation came his own. This night when you closed up, he'd taken to his own stock of ale and watched as you washed the dishes used throughout the day. Sweat would bead across your forehead from your pretty locks of (H/C) and you would hum to a tune foreign to himself while moving your body in ways he only dreamed of. He always wondered where a lady such as yourself came from but Sykes was simply left to wonder as he fell deeper and deeper.

"You really outdid yourself today" Sykes spoke from behind the rim of his cup, his eyes still trained on yourself as you wiped down your hands and approached the man.

"Enough to receive a raise?" You teased with a building smile.

He scoffed into the next drink of ale. You really did find a way to have his heart beating from his chest. You were alone and the dead night had already creeped from over the horizon and into the tavern.

"Not this time" he smirked.

"You always have me hanging from a thread don't you, Sykes?-" you sighed as you leaned across the bar, "- if not a raise what about a day free of work?".

You could see his obsession with you clear in his eyes as they trailed your every step. This man was wrapped around your finger but not enough and never would you trade your body for a few extra coin; you vowed the day after Cintra to remain chaste.

"I don't see how that would cause a problem" Sykes admitted.

"Great, what about tomorrow?",

Sykes took a few moments to contemplate his next decision, "that will be good enough, but you're working double the day after".

"Really?... can't you at least spare me the burden?" You whispered despite there being no other in the room, you wanted the intimacy to spike and force him to bend further against your will.

"(Y/N)...",

"It's only a day Sykes, I'll be back to work ten fold but not an extra moment over what is due".

There was a pregnant pause full of suspense that followed his voice and you secretly crossed your fingers at the almost suffocating atmosphere. Your fingers... they were intertwined so fiercely you felt like they'd drop off.

"Alright, but I don't want you doing any funny business. You are still connected to my name", you knew immediately what Sykes meant by funny business. If anyone was going to gain coin from your body it would be him.