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Witchers were fearsome and terrifying creatures. Every young child was taught that, from king to pauper. They were inhuman beasts that would tear your child away in the dead of night, creating a brand new monster from the innocent babe. As a result witchers were chased out of towns, unless there was dire need for a monster slayer, and many humans could go a whole lifetime without seeing the almost legendary creature.
So, when Jaskier spotted the strange looking man in the darkest corner of the tavern, he just knew he had to go and investigate. None of his peers from Oxenfurt could say they’d ever met a witcher, least of all that hack Valdo Marx, and Jaskier was curious to a fault. He couldn’t wait to return to Oxenfurt in the fall and tell his roommate of his adventures with such a mythical beast. The witcher’s eyes glanced up at him as he approached, glowing in the candlelight like a cat in the dark. His hood was pulled up over his head, and faster than lightning he’d reached for his swords.
“I’ll leave,” the witcher grumbled, “I don’t want to cause a fuss, but I will defend my life if I have to.”
Jaskier’s heart sank.
What sort of life did a witcher lead, if one couldn’t even say hello without being deemed a threat to life? Jaskier was a bard for Lillit’s sake, he could hardly challenge a witcher.
“Oh, oh no. No, no, no. I don’t want to fight, just talk,” Jaskier reassured him, cocking his head as he very clearly checked the mysterious man out. From what Jaskier could see, which, granted, wasn’t much, the man was very handsome, and Jaskier had always been attracted to danger.
“Hmm.”
“No, really. You see, I’ve never met a witcher before,” Jaskier purred as he slid into the bench opposite the man. “You could say I’m intrigued.”
“Hmm.”
Jaskier scoffed, rolling his eyes. “You don’t say much do you?”
“Go away,” the witcher snarled, revealing a set of glistening sharp fangs.
Oh gods, Jaskier was weak.
“You don’t scare me witcher,” he lied, sort of, he was scared but he was also very, very, horny.
The witcher’s nostrils flared, and very slowly, he pulled down his hood, revealing a pair of white fluffy ears amongst the silver locks. Jaskier couldn’t contain his shriek of excitement as his hands clapped over his mouth.
“Oh gods, you’re adorable!” he hissed, trying not to speak too loudly, lest he draw the attention of the other people in the room.
The witcher, who Jaskier was now certain was the famed Geralt of Rivia judging by his white hair, snarled again, gnashing his teeth in a way that was surely meant to be terrifying. The only issue was, his ears twitched as he did, and a delighted cackle escaped Jaskier’s lips.
“Oooh,” he cooed, “scary face, but I bet you’re a big old softie really, aren’t you?”
Geralt hummed, narrowing his eyes, still baring his fangs, but it was too late. Jaskier was completely smitten. This witcher was both hot and adorable, and Jaskier was just too weak to resist such a tempting combination.
“Let me come with you, Geralt, please?” Jaskier pouted, practically batting his eyelids at the supposed monster from his childhood storybooks.
His mother would be disgusted, and Jaskier honestly didn’t give a shit.
Geralt cocked his head, his tongue running along the sharp incisors in his mouth as he glared at Jaskier. “Hmm, fine, but be quiet.”
“As a lamb!” Jaskier promised, knowing he’d never manage to keep it, and judging by the way Geralt rolled his eyes, he knew too, but it didn’t matter.
They were going on an adventure, and Jaskier couldn’t wait!