#cirilla oneshot

[redskull199987]

Of Thoughts and Actions

Jaskier x fem!reader  word count:0.9k Warnings:spoilers for season 3, apart from that just fluff Summary: You didn't see your friend Jaskier for a long time, since he split up from your group after the events at Kaer Morhen. So, when Geralt suggested that you ask the bard for help, you were more than happy to see your singing friend again… Masterlist

You watched the scene in front of you unfold with a smile on your face. Jaskier´s sweet voice was slowly lulling Ciri to sleep, after you had spent the evening playing cards against each other. Jaskier, of course, had lost all of his money to the young girl. Finally seeing her smiling again, having fun again, after all she's been through lately, made you feel like it was still worth fighting for. For Ciri, and her future. “What are you thinking about?”

Your head shot up, as Jaskier suddenly stood in front of you, his slender frame towering above you. “Just thinking about our journey so far”, You mumbled, as you slowly stood up, starting to gather the plates at cups from the small table you had been playing cards at, until a few minutes ago. “Anything in particular?”, Jaskier smiled, as he helped you clean up, picking up a plate. “Oh, maybe the one time, Geralt and I saved your ass?”, you chuckled, playfully hitting his arm. Jaskier mockingly opened his mouth, acting like he was utterly shocked by your words.

“Fine then”, he mumbled, stepping closer to me,”Remember when I taught you how to dance, that one particular evening where you had too much ale?”

You felt your cheeks redden, as you remembered how much of a fool you had made yourself. even Geralt had laughed at your sloppy dance moves, and Geralt never laughed, ever.

Jaskier had seemed to notice your discomfort and slowly stepped closer. He looked down at you for a second, before carefully grabbing your hands. “You know, I always thought you were the most beautiful Dancer, I had ever seen in my life.”, he smiled, causing you to blush even more. Since when were you so easily flushed? You were a great fighter, that had been through many battles along with your companions. But  now you were a blushing mess in front of the smiling bard. When you didn't say anything in return, Jaskier just continued to recount the story:”Not because you were the best at dancing or the most experienced, but because you enjoyed yourself. You were having fun to no end, just being yourself. That's what I´ve always loved about you, Y/N.” You were speechless at this point. You always knew that what you felt for Jaskier was different than what you felt for Yennefer or Geralt. It was more than friendship. But you never believed that he was feeling the same way, in fact you still didn't believe it. 

Against all your better judgement, you slowly pulled your hands away from Jaskier and excused yourself, saying that you needed some fresh air. And within seconds, you had left the small hut, stepping out into the night. 

Taking in a deep breath, you looked up admiring the stars that glistened in the sky. Upon seeing your breath come out in small huffs, you realised how cold it was. You slowly started walking around a bit to conjure some warmth, but it had no effort. After two laps around the hutt, you were still shivering. You debated going back inside for a second, but you didn't quite know if you were ready to talk to Jaskier again. 

The decision was made for you, as you felt how Jaskier´s coat was being wrapped around you. The purple material easily engulfed your form, preventing you from shivering. You turned your head to see said bard standing behind you, one of his hands was resting on the small of your back, as he wrapped the coat further around your form. “Thank you.”, you mumbled, looking back down. “You seemed cold”, he smiled, now stepping in front of you. His hands came up to adjust the collar around you. You felt his touch linger, as his bright eyes shifted towards your face. “Y/N”, he suddenly said. His hand rose to gently caress your cheek. Slowly leaning into his touch, you listened to his shallow breathing to calm yourself down.

“Jaskier.”, you finally said, looking up at him. He only sighed, seemingly not really knowing what to say:”I-I havent been honest with you,Y/N” “About what?”, you uttered quietly. He didn't say anything for a second, just staring at you as if you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

“I really want to kiss you.”, he suddenly blurted out. You only smiled at him:”then do it.”

It only took Jaskier mere seconds to press his lips to yours. You felt his hands pulling you closer by the waist, as he deepened the kiss, his lips softly working against yours. Only as you parted, you actually realised what had just happened. Yours eyes widened, as you looked at his dreamy face. “I've wanted to do that for ages”, he admitted. A smile crossed your lips at his words:”I´m glad that you finally did.” “Oh I could kiss you again a thousand times, my love”, he chuckled, slightly squeezing your waist. “I wouldn't have a problem with that”, you whispered, before connecting your lips with his once more. Bonus: Ciri´s eyes slowly fluttered open, as the soft sunlight hit her face. Upon sitting up in her bed, she started to look around the room in search for her two friends. She expected them to be in their separate beds, still sleeping but Ciri couldn't help but to smile at what she saw in front of her. Right there, just a few metres away from her, you and Jaskier were huddled up together in the tiny bed. She could barely see your smaller form, as Jaskier was laying on top of you, his head resting on your chest. “I knew it”, she mumbled to herself, before slowly getting up to get ready for the day.

[shutuplilith]

the witch and her cottage, part 2 - geralt of rivia x reader

the witch and her cottage, part 2

ciri's pov. (takes place after the ending of season 1, episode 8. yennifer exists in this, but not as geralts love interest but as his best friend)

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As she walks toward us, out of the corner of my eye, my gaze falls sideways to Geralt, who also wears a grin on his lips. "Gera... oh, hello, Roach, what a pleasure to catch sight of you again," she says as her hand gently strokes the nose of Geralt's faithful mare. At that moment, Roach seems to enjoy the tender touch, and I feel an invisible bond forming between the two. After a few precious moments, she gently disengages from Roach and takes a few steps back. She looks to Geralt, "Oh Geralt," she grins, "it's good to see you again as well." A smile plays around his lips as she pulls him into a warm embrace, which he returns without hesitation. As they break free from the embrace, hergaze shifts towards me, her luminous (y/e/c) eyes studying me intently. "Oh, and you must be Ciri; I've heard so much about you," she whisper, her words hitting me like the sound of an ancient spell. I furrow my brow, and inside my head, my thoughts start to dance wildly. My gaze returns to Geralt once more, who meets my look with a faint grin. "I am, by the way, (y/n)," her voice once again captures my attention, pulling me back from the dizzying expanse of thoughts into the here and now. "I am filled with joy to finally meet you."Curiosity overtakes me, and I inquire, "How do you know Geralt?"A mysterious smile graces her lips as she replies, "I’ll tell you this story later. For now, let's make our way inside; it's about to get uncomfortable out here."As if in response to an invisible signal, Geralt and I both turn our gazes sky, which has once again been swallowed by dark clouds. The howling of the wind, previously just a faint whisper, now pierces our ears louder and more menacingly.

[hottpinkpenguin]

Witcher Masterlist

Witcher characters I write for: Geralt of Rivia, Eskel, Cahir

GERALT OF RIVIA

Black and White (series - work in progress)

Original female character Crossover with Geralt (Witcher) X Darkling (Shadow & Bone) Summary: During the Battle of Sodden, Arian is separated from her King and betrothed Aleksander Morozova, the Black Flame of Nilfgaard. In an effort to hide her connection to the Black Flame, she conceals her identity from her rescuer, a Witcher named Geralt of Rivia. Her efforts to return to Nilfgaard and to her husband-to-be are thwarted at every turn by circumstance, tragedy, and bad luck. Or is it fate telling her that her destiny lies in a different direction? Chapters: ongoing Rating: PG-13 Content warnings for: canon-typical violence; depictions of blood and gore

I Still Care For You (oneshot)

Female vampire reader insert Summary: Before Princess Cirilla, before Jaskier and the Butcher of Blakiven, before Yennefer of Vengerberg and before Renfri, before fate tore like a sunrise over the mountains into his life and disrupted the quiet… there was you. Rating: PG-13 Content warnings for: implied sexual themes

ESKEL

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CAHIR

A Dangerous Dalliance (series - work in progress) *crossposted on AO3

Female reader insert Summary: As your arranged marriage to a wealthy lord of Nilfgaard draws near, you have to decide between the man your heart desires and the man who could save your father’s crown from collapse. The hardest choice you’ll ever make, and one with unimaginable consequences. Rating: R Content warnings for: arranged marriage, sexual harassment/implied sexual violence, canon-typical violence, canon divergence

Cahir Drabble

Female reader insert Summary: Reunited after months apart, Cahir hasn't changed a bit. And you love him for it. Rating: PG Content warnings for: none

Into Stars (oneshot)

Female reader insert Summary: Loving one of Nilfgaard's most gifted warriors demands the highest price, and Cahir comes to term with his love just in time to pay. Rating: R Content warnings for: graphic depictions of combat, blood, gore, reader death

dividers by @saradika | header image by @things4your

[ao3yennaia]

Welcome Home

by lil_sis24

Yennefer waits on Geralt and Triss to bring Ciri back to Aretuza for the sort of shared custody arrangement they have going on, so that Ciri can learn to survive and wield and control her Chaos. This is just a short oneshot of a moment of their lives.

Words: 1845, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Tissaia de Vries, Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon

Relationships: Tissaia de Vries/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg

Additional Tags: Short One Shot, I don’t even know what this is?, Nothing explicit, just a bit of fluff, A snapshot into their lives, Minor Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Triss Merigold, honestly just something to get me out of writer’s block, But also a gift for Morrigan7

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/47713588

[hannahmationstudios]

🍊, 🍑, and 🍌 for the writing asks :-)

🍊 Who’s a character you don’t write for that often, but keep meaning to write for more?:

Ah, man. I have a bad habit of loving to write ensemble longfics, so I usually end up writing for most of my faves. BUT. I haven't really written that much for any of my Dragon Age faves (entirely through my own fault, I got sidetracked and never finished my DA longfic, but to be honest... the plot could've been way way better.) I love Alistair Theirin and Anders and I'd love to write more for them someday.

🍑 If you could make a connection between your favorite character and another work you care about what would it be? How would it work?:

I recently ran a oneshot for my home tabletop group that was a Witcher TTRPG adventure based on the Nutcracker, so that was a lot of fun. :D Very dark, but... so much fun to conceptualize. I love Nutcracker AUs, I'm very basic.

🍌 In your opinion, what’s the funniest joke/reference/pun you’ve made in a fic?

Listen. I don't care how annoying I am. I will go to my grave still thinking this bit from Red Rowan is hilarious:

“A portrait of Empress Cirilla,” the guard informed him, moving up to stand directly behind him. Geralt shifted, making a bit more space between them, not liking how close this guard felt he had to keep to his ward. “Emperor Emhyr – former Emperor Emhyr, now – had it painted by the artist Robin Anderida,” the guard added, seeming pleased to remember such a detail. “It was nearly impossible to get the man out of his house, I’m told. He suffers from a disorder that makes him unbearably averse to the outside world.”

“Call that misanthropy,” Geralt noted dryly, staring up at the portrait. “Suffer from a bit of it, myself.”

The guard blinked, seeming surprised, before he took an obliging step back from the witcher. “My apologies, master witcher,” he said, sounding abashed. “I hadn’t been informed you were unwell. My deepest sympathies.”

[hughiecampbelle]

Fairytales (Ciri Drabble)

Character/s: Ciri

Word Count: 709

Requested: anon

Word Prompt/s: Snow

Tag List: @dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt

A/N: Thank you for requesting my love!!! I’m so sorry about the wait!!! I hope you’re staying safe, looking after yourself, and I really hope you like it!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💖💜

~ FIC MASTERLIST PART ONE. / PART TWO. ~

MINI FIC REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

As a young child, she used to be so afraid of the snow. Stories passed from child to child, beginning as a warning from a mother or father, but warping into something else as young minds took hold of it, spinning it in their small hands. Creatures with blackened fingers and toes hobbling, crunching through the snow in their bare feet. The tips of their noses purple, rotting, dying. They did not speak your language, instead moaning in the cold, wailing over the sounds of the screaming winds. Their only mission, the very thing keeping them alive, was the need to find warmth. Children whispered of pounding fists against front doors, the numb hands of these creatures smashing into the wood, blind by the fire, doing anything to get to it. When she questioned what happened if they didn't let these things in, they said they became crazed, blind with rage, calling out so that more may find them, hoards of them breaking through, making those inside pay for making them wait in the cold a second longer.

When the leaves fell and the temperature dropped, fires were lit in every room of the castle. Crackling through the night, an orchestra of fear. By morning they'd be blown out, drowned from a cup of water her little hands struggled to carry. No one knew why, how, but you had your suspicions. Word spread quickly through gap toothed smiles and chapped lips. You'd heard about these things as well, though unlike your sweet sister, you knew better. You were old enough to ask questions. If they'd never seen one of them, how did they know they were real? Where do they come from? Why had there never been any news about attacks? When they were unable to answer, you disregarded everything they said. Their words were hollow, like most myths.

You waited in her bedroom, the last place she let freeze, ice covering the windows by the time the sun rose due to lack of heat. You couldn't spend another night wondering why you were shivering, and neither could she. You called her over, sat with her in front of flames, hushing the fears that paralyzed her young mind. Ciri always had been so trusting, so naive. The day she was born you vowed to protect her, even from the scary stories of others. Across your lap, her cheeks reddening, you told her a different one. No rotting limbs or an insatiable hunger for something they could never have, no taste for flesh and bone if they were refused.

No, nothing that violent.

Instead, there were children of snow. Skin like clouds, their eyes bright, lilac, their hair as blonde as her own. Smart, like her, too. You watched her smile, giggle at the thought. They were not evil, but sweet, kind, cheerful. They brought the winds, the cold, the snowflakes that slept atop her own eyelashes, melting on her tongue. They were the cause of all the snow that fell. They'd creep into the night and play with one another in the empty streets, enjoying the bare grass and leaf piles while they could. When the night disappeared, so did they, their light footsteps making no prints where they walked. They were their own family, traveling across the lands. They'd always return, though, following the same trail, bringing winter back every year. When fires were lit, it was an act of gratefulness, a thank you to them for their work. It made them happy to see that people were staying warm and safe, with their own families.

Ciri imagined them now, the children, their laughs of cool air, their giggles in the breeze. The more fun they had playing, the more snow that fell. She wished she could join them. Trudging through the woods, shaking, shivering, she kept an eye out for the lilac eyes, light, soringy, just how you described them. Her home was gone, you and your Grandmother dead, but she had your stories. That's ehat she clung to, what made her keep going. Maybe if she followed them, their trail and invisible steps, the winter would wain, the snow would begin to melt, and all of this would be over. She'd finally wake from this nightmare.

[thewitcherbingo]

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[wonderswritings]

Wither Bingo signups

I originally posted this under the witcher bingo but the post isn’t showing up anywhere apparently so I’m posting this on my main again.

A lot of you have been messaging me about a second bingo round and when that would be. Originally I wasn’t going to do another round until next year but I’ve decided to do another round this year! Instead of having the round open for two months like the first time, this round will only be open for ONE WEEK. The link to join is here and if that doesn’t work there is a link in the bio of witcherbingo.

[teacupcollector]

Love Beneath The Mud And Guts (Jaskier x Reader)

Main Masterlist Fluff Promptlist Anon requested: 6, 16, and 25 from my Fluff Promptlist

Jaskier was a player. That much is true. He was a traveler, a Bard, and many other things that can’t be put into words. He can sing into many hearts and slither into many beds. ‘When did that come to a stop?’ He would ask himself. ‘My music stays the same but my insatiable habits have come to a stand still.’ He mulled this over in his head. 

‘Ah yes... It happened once you stepped into the room.’ You were wearing men's clothes sitting at a table in the tavern he was playing in. Your (H/L) (H/C) was matted with mud and guts. You looked tough but smiled and clapped along to his song. Your (E/C) eyes were light with joy. He got lost in them. His playing paused and the tavern murmured in confusion. He realized his silence and came up with a new song. He began to serenade you that night. As well as every following night of your stay there. He hadn’t looked at a woman since. So maybe the coin was less now that he didn’t speak of his escapades with the likes of royal women. He didn’t care. He spent his nights writing poems of all kinds. Describing the best parts of you. From your eyes, to your smile, to your bosom -He would keep that one for himself-. When time came for you to leave the town you were currently in he was overcome with sadness. ‘This isn’t how I am!’ He thinks to himself. ‘I am a confident and suave man!’ 

So with this in mind he approached you as you mounted your horse. “My dear lady!” He announces. “Yes Bard?” You ask with a smile. “I wish to offer my services to you!” He exclaims. “I wish to be at your side in times of need! I wish to serenade you with song for your ears only!” He walks up to your horse taking your hand from your reins. “I wish to be your faithful companion and friend!” He says and backs up a few steps. “And I wish to court you properly!” He says and bows to you. “Will you please indulge in my request!” He says. He doesn’t lift his head until he hears you dismount your horse. He looks up from his bowing position. “I know you are one for theatrics Bard but you do not need to bow to me in order to gain my favor.” You say as your voice echoes in his ears. “As for your request I must ask one question.” Jaskier stands to his full height looking down at you. “Yes my lady?” He asks. His heart feels like it is racing a million miles a minute. “May I ask your name?” Jaskier suddenly blushes. All this time he has been serenading you and he hasn’t told you his name. He doesn’t even know your name! “I-It’s Jaskier! W-Well it’s  Julian Alfred Pankratz but I much rather refer Jaskier.” He says looking at you with nothing but admiration. “I will be glad for you to join me Jaskier.” You say with a small smile as you lean up and kiss his cheek. Jaskiers face can’t seem to get any redder then it is now. He sees you mount your horse again. He places a hand on his cheek. “I wish to leave while the sun is still in the sky My Dear Bard!” You say with a giggle. “O-Oh yes! Right!” Jaskier says and quickly falls in step with the slow pace of your horse.

That was a few years ago. Here you are now in a small cottage outside of a small farm town. You were in your small garden picking berries and other small edible herbs. You feel hands finding themselves on your swelled waist. “My lady must you work so much?” You hear you Bard from behind you. “My love. You know I must! I need to make the jellies and take them to the market tomorrow!” You say with a giggle. “I am sure our little lute must be tired!” Jaskier says twirling you around and pulling you flush against him. “Why must you continue calling our child a ‘lute?’ We are not naming them after your instrument!” You say with a giggle. “I can’t hear you! You’re eyes are beautiful my dear!” You sigh as you both press your foreheads together. “You see with your eyes. You hear with your ears my love.” You say with a giggle. Jaskier begins to sway gently back and forth. One hand holding your left and the other on the small of your back. Jaskier brings your left hand to his lips and kissing the ring that resides there. “If only I had the artistic ability to paint. I would fill the world with portraits of you.” Jaskier says kissing your forehead. “My Julian... Your words paint the air with your song. I don’t need the whole continent knowing my name. As long as I know that I am yours that will be enough!” You say and cup his cheek. Jaskier leads you to the center of the back garden and sits down placing you between his legs as you recline back into his chest. Jaskier’s hands reach forward and cup your swollen belly. “How can I possibly be here with you right now?” He asks himself. “What do you mean?” You ask. “I am with the most beautiful woman on the continent with an equally beautiful child on the way.” You smiles and look up at him. ���I have no idea. I was covered in guts and grime when you first saw me. I have no idea how you found that appealing enough to court me let alone marry me.” You say looking down at your ring. Jaskier places his ringed hand over yours. “Do you wish to know a secret?” He asks and you nod.  “I knew from the beginning of our courtship that I was going to marry you.” He says. “Maybe even before then.” He says with a chuckle. “How could you have possibly known I would say yes?” You ask. “How could I not!” He asks in fake shock. “It was written in the stars! You cannot deny destiny and you were mine!” He says and tickles your sides. You burst into a flurry of giggles. “I feel as if I have never known love until I met you.” You say as the laughter dies down.  

  “You make me feel loved” You say looking up at him. Jaskier looks from your eyes to you lips before capturing them in a searing kiss. His mouth parts as his tongue caresses your bottom lip. He pours all his love into one kiss. There is a grunt from behind you both. You both pull apart to see a disgruntled Geralt and a giggly Ciri. “Must you interrupt our moment of utter love and enjoyment Geralt!” Jaskier exclaims and you and Ciri are reduced to gasping laughter. “We wanted to let you know that lunch is prepared.” Ciri says and you smile and nod. “Give us a moment and we will be right in.” You say and they both walk inside. “Now where were we?” Jaskier says and starts to lean in but you stop him. “The baby wants dinner my love. We best hurry in.” Jaskier gasps. “Now even my lute is betraying me! I swear they like Geralt more then me!” Jaskier says pouting s he stands up helping you to your feet. “Come now Jaskier no sad faces. Lets go inside and eat.” You say and Jaskier sighs and nods. He presses a kiss to your temple before guiding you inside.

[the-10th-narcissisticnerd]

THE PRINCESS WHO COULD FIGHT

Ciri x OC + Geralt

Ciri was never an ordinary girl - and she knew that - but it wasn't until this moment that she realised just how different she was. She was standing over April, sword in hand. They had been fighting for the past half hour as part of her training. Each day she grew stronger, faster, smarter and today all those capabilities came together. April was panting, lying on the floor, unarmed. Geralt had taught Ciri a few strategies of sword-fighting in order to help her in her battles and those were definitely helping. "Holy shit Ciri! That was incredible! Record time I think." But Ciri wasn't listening. Instead, she was thinking back to all the times she had been taught to stay quiet, sit like a lady, act like a princess. She thought back to all the times she had been told to stay away from the armory room and now... now she was standing over her best friend with the blade of her wooden sword kissing her neck. Sure, her grandmother was a queen and a warrior, but she wouldn't even let the girl out of the castle. Now, the man who had become her father figure over the past few weeks, was watching them closely with a proud smile plastered on his face. She was finally the princess who could fight. She was free.

[redskull199987]

Heyy hii I'm not sure if you're still taking requests, but I'll try my luck. Can you write something about Cahir and the female Witcher reader? Thanks in advance if you write.

If I am being brutally honest, I had a lot of fun writing this. Season three renewed my love for Cahir, so I hope you like this:)))

A Bond

Cahir x female!witcher!reader Request

Word count:0.9k

Warnings:it's all fluffy. I probably got carried away and let my inner Jaskier come out

Summary:You and Cahir had been friends for a long time and as he needs your help, you don 't hesitate to be there for him…

Masterlist

You and Cahir had known each other for a long time. You had met him on your travels through the country, as he was attacked by the beast, you were hunting. He was rude at first, but still thanked you. 

The rest was history.

You started running into him over and over again. To a point where it was inevitable that a friendship would form. With you, Cahir could be himself. He was just a normal Person. No Nilfgaard, no white flame, no war. Nothing of that mattered to you. You were neutral. All you were interested in was his person. And he knew that your interest was genuine. And he let it happen. He let the friendship form and prosper. An unfeigned friendship that connected you. 

And when he was cast out, thrown away by his master, like an old doll he didn't want to play with anymore, Cahir came to you. He found comfort in you. He had been through so much, but for once in his life, he felt safe. At peace. He might even say “Home”.

Of course, he would never tell you that, but it surely was on his mind, everytime, he looked at you. Everytime you returned to his small hut, after finishing a Witcher contract. Bruised and battered, but back with him. And only him. Only Cahir got to see you like this. He took pride in knowing that he was the only person in this world, you would trust this far, besides your brothers maybe.

But you told him that you only saw them once a year, in the winter. You told him stories of Kaer Morhen and how you had grown up there, under Vesemir´s care.

You told him that it was hard for you at first, being the only female Witcher. But it had gotten better, the older you got. The more you learned and saw in this world. You realized that no one really cared, as long as they could use you for their dirty work. 

“How was it?”, Cahir asked, forcing himself to return to the present moment. He had let his thoughts wander, after a pleasant silence rose between you, as he carefully cleaned your wounds.

“It was alright.”, you finally said,”It was a small kikimora. Still young and inexperienced.”

“In fighting?”,Cahir asked, not really knowing a lot about the beasts that your job involved. You had told him some things, but a kikimora was new to him.

 You only smiled at him, before finally answering his question:”No, not in fighting. In killing."

He was quiet for a second, not knowing what to say, upon that statement. But luckily, you just continued recounting what had happened.

“The Monster´s head was worth a lot of coin though. I won't have to leave for at least a month. The money will be enough.”

Cahir smiled at you, glad that he got to spend more time with you.He slowly got up from his place in front of you and sat down beside you on the bed:”Thank you. You don't have to do this. Supporting me in my exile, I mean. But you still do it anyway. And for that I am thanking you.”

“Oh Cahir.”, you smiled, your hand rising to softly caress his face. He closed his eyes, letting himself fall into your gentle touch.

“I would proudly ride into death for you, without hesitation.”, you mumbled, as he opened his eyes. You heard how his heart picked up a beat. How his breath stocked for a second, his eyes lingering on your lips, instead of your yellow orbs, which were intently watching him, awaiting his next move. 

You had often thought about your relationship with him. Often let your mind wander to what ifs.

 What if you were more than just close friends? What if you knew that you wanted to spend the rest of your lives together. Never leaving each other. What if…

“I love you.”

At first you barely heard him. His words were so quiet. His voice shaking and his eyes darting everywhere else, but your face.  He wasn't usually this hesitant. He was an outgoing and stern person. Always sure of himself and his capabilities. He used to be a Nilfgaardian officer after all.

“Cahir.”, you mumbled, after a few seconds of burning silence. He finally looked at you. His expression now a bit more confident. His heartbeat had slowed and he finally dared to look you in the eye.

“I love you, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach. With all my heart.”, you smiled, your eyes almost glowing with excitement.

Cahir didn't need to hear anything more, before he finally leaned in. Your eyes closed and his lips collided with yours. He was gentle and sweet. Passion laid in his actions. And you knew that he meant every little bit, he had told you.

“I love you.”, he said once again, before slowly pushing you back against the bed. You followed along with his movements, until he was hovering above you.

“I love you.”, you also repeated. You were bare in front of him. Not in a physical way, but emotionally. No one had ever known you as Cahir did. Not even your brothers. He knew your heart and soul. Something that you had shown no one before.

And as he slowly lathered kisses over your body, your moans and whines mixing with his groans. As you fully let him in, you knew that he was the only one  you would ever love this way. He became part of you and you part of him. 

 An unfeigned bond, that was never to be broken again.

[shutuplilith]

the witch and her cottage, part 3 - geralt of rivia x reader

the witch and her cottage, part 3

ciri's pov. (takes place after the ending of season 1, episode 8. yennifer exists in this, but not as geralts love interest but as his best friend)

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The dark floorboards crunch softly under our feet as we finally enter the quaint cottage behind Y/N. With a gentle movement, I pull the hood off my head to get a better look inside. An intricately woven dark green rug stretched across the floor, while lovingly designed knitted and crocheted blankets were artfully draped. In contrast to the cold outside, a cozy warmth emanating from the crackling fire in the fireplace welcomed us inside. The stone walls of the room are decorated with depicting the beauty of nature, animals and breathtaking landscapes in all their glory. Dried bouquets of flowers decorated every corner of the room, giving it an extra coziness and a touch of magic. Hundreds of books piled up everywhere on shelves, tables, in the corners of the room and even on the floor.

Near the fireplace, a majestic dog rests on one of the many blankets. He sleeps peacefully, his mighty chest rising and falling in rhythm with his deep snores. Only when Y/N leans down to him does he raise his head and allow himself to be scratched behind the ears with pleasure.

"Oh, sorry," Y/N replies as she greets Rufus with a tender gesture. "I always have to greet Rufus first when I get home." She shrugs apologetically and smiled warmly." You must be frozen to death. Please, take a seat. I'll put on some water for tea." She points to the chairs around a small table on which lies a blanket embroidered with flowers. Then she stands up to pour water into the kettle over the fire. I join the Witcher and sink down on one of the chairs as I inspect the table more closely. A magnificent leather-bound book lies open before me. Upon closer inspection, I notice that the page is littered with elaborate sketches of creatures of various kinds.

[aenwoedbeannaa]

Meet the Family | Ciri x Reader

Summary: Post Witcher 3: Wild Hunt. You are about to meet your girlfriend’s parents, and you have never been more anxious in your life. After all, how could you not be - when her parents just happen to be the famous Geralt of Rivia and Yennefer of Vengerberg? 

Pairing: Ciri x Female Reader

Word Count: 1136

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this fluffy little shit post. This just seemed like the perfect way to get back into this whole writing thing. It had to be done. Thanks for reading, yada yada--kofi here, masterlist here, taglist here. Enjoy!

"They're going to hate me," you mutter anxiously, heart pounding in your chest. 

"They certainly will if you rip my arm off!" The flaxen haired woman beside you quips, her green eyes shining brighter than ever. 

You glance down, noticing for the first time that you've got both your hands wrapped around her arm in a white-knuckled death grip. 

"Sorry," you mutter, quickly untangling yourself from around her arm which, thankfully, appears to have sustained no damage. 

"Y/N," Ciri adopts a more serious tone now, reaching and grasping your hands in hers, pulling your toward her, her green eyes fixed on yours, "You've got nothing to fear, I promise you."

You want to believe her - you want that voice in the back of your head to stop repeating all of the ridiculous scenarios you've invented over and over again. You want to be happy. It feels wrong feeling so scared and out of place, while the woman you love seems the most happy you've ever seen her. 

Still, all you manage is a half smile and a noncommittal shrug. 

Cirilla huffs, blowing several strands of her soft blonde hair out of her face, but she pulls you closer so that your noses are nearly touching. 

"They have only wanted the best for me," she says, pressing her forehead to yours before pulling back to place a gentle kiss there. "You are the brightest light that has ever come into my life."

You can't help but smile at that one - though you do not bother to point out that the White Frost was undoubtedly more blinding than an ordinary girl, even a sorceress. 

"You mean the world to me," she says, squeezing each of your hands gently, "And so you will mean the world to them. Trust me." Before you can manage a protest, she yanks you gently forward, pulling you into a gentle, pillow-soft kiss. 

The world disappears as her arms wrap around you. You relax into her embrace, wrapping your arms around her and pulling her close as the kiss deepens. This. You could never get tired of this - of her. From your first kiss to your hundredth, the world never stopped blurring at the edges when your lips met, and you were pretty sure you never would. 

That fact, however, led the two of you to be completely oblivious to the soft footfalls approaching from the direction of the house - oblivious, even, to the lilac and gooseberry perfume that came with it. That was, until the unnoticed raven-haired sorceress spoke. 

“Hello, girls.” You can hear the amused, sly smile in the words. 

The two of you snap apart, hearts pounding and cheeks flushing with embarrassment. However, the woman does not let the painfully awkward silence last for long. She extends her arms, beaming from ear to ear as her violet eyes fix on Ciri. 

“My daughter,” she grins, “Looking beautiful as ever. Get over here.” 

Ciri smiles back, pausing for only a second before throwing herself into the woman’s arms. Despite your heart pounding in your chest, you can’t help but smile as the two of them clutch each other, giggling and rocking back and forth. You thought, perhaps, you’d feel jealous at the sight of a mother and daughter so happy, but all you can feel is happy - so happy that Ciri has a family that loves her. 

When the two finally part, Yennefer of Vengerberg turns to look at you, the obsidian star around her neck glittering in the afternoon sunshine. Your mouth feels instantly dry - you have absolutely no idea what to say. Thankfully, Yennefer breaks this silence too. 

“And this must be that beautiful sorceress you’ve told me so much about!” she shoots Ciri, who is once again blushing, a conspiratorial smirk. “Now don’t you just stand there, come here.” She extends her arms toward you this time. 

You take a few steps forward, more timidly than you would like. But the sorceress you’ve heard so much about since the moment you stepped foot in Aretuza does not seem to mind. She wraps you in a lilac and gooseberry scented hug as if you’d known her all your life, and you can’t help but hug her back much the same way. 

When she let go of you, she was beaming, looking between you and Ciri, her eyes shining with what you could swear were tears. “It is so lovely to meet you, Y/N,” she says. 

“You as well, ma’am,” you stutter, still somewhat awkwardly. 

“Oh, call me Yennefer,” she said with a laugh, “I’m not that old.” 

“Sorry, right - Yennefer,” you correct yourself, feeling somewhat less awkward this time. You know it has only been a few minutes, but you just feel accepted in a way that you never have before. Like many of Aretuza’s students, you had been essentially thrown away by your parents. You’ve not heard from them since the day that you left. You’d never thought you’d find someone like Ciri - you certainly never expected to find a family. 

“Geralt!” Yennefer’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts, sending your heart racing again. “You can come out now, they’re done making out!”  

“Mom!” Ciri hisses, eyes narrowed. Yennefer, however, breaks into laughter. 

Ciri, however, doesn’t manage to stay annoyed for long, as a large figure appears from the other direction. 

“Geralt!” She squeals and barrels towards him, running and jumping into his arms. The famous White Wolf looks nothing like an emotionless witcher as he laughs and spins her around. 

Still laughing as they part, he hoists her up onto his back. You can’t help but laugh as you watch him run at an inhuman pace, carrying her piggyback while she shrieks with laughter, to where you and Yennefer are still standing.

You are still smiling Geralt comes to a stop in front of you, carrying Ciri - looking beautiful as ever with her hair all windblown and wild. “And who is this you’ve brought with you, Zireael?” he asks with a smirk as he sets her on the ground beside him. 

“A sorceress, huh?” he asks with a wink, earning an eye-roll from Ciri. “You must have gotten that from me.” This time, it is Yennefer who rolls her eyes. 

Ciri grins at that, large green eyes meeting yours before motioning all of you toward all of you. “Get over here, all of you!” she says. Suddenly, you find yourself wrapped in a hug wherein everyone seemed to be trying to wrap their arms everybody at once. Geralt seems to be the only one who succeeds. 

You find yourself at a loss for words again, but this time not because you feel awkward or out of place. For the first time in your life, you feel like you might just be part of a family. 

[corvo-bianco-lilacs]

Geralt could scarcely believe how his life had turned out after they defeated the Hunt.

Ciri was home more often than not, usually spending her days lounging with Yen in the garden and tending to the greenhouse, or she was sparring with him in the field to keep them both ready and in shape. They had done several contracts together, taking out Bruxa and Alps, Giant Centipedes and Panthers, and even the occasional Wight would make it's way close enough to garner a contract.

They made monthly trips back to Kaer Morhen, spending a few days at the keep fixing it up and rebuilding the ruined walls. She had built a small garden in the place where they had burned Vesemir, sticking a set of swords in the center of the plot in both his memory and honor. He had held her close as she cried for her mentor and grandfather figure.

When they returned to Corvo Bianco, Yen worried over them incessantly, stating that she would come with if they wanted her to, but both declined, stating that they needed to be the ones to fix the keep in Vesemir's stead.

And Yen... How close they had gotten since settling down. How calm she was without the nag of politics gripping her back as she tried to move forward. Now that she had detached herself completely, she was far more relaxed, and even more intimate when they were alone for the evening. Ah yes, he had spent many mornings unable to move, and she as well, simply because they had spent all of their energy the night before. And they had to fix the unicorn on more than one occasion as well.

But retirement was treating her well. She was able to work with Ciri and teach her better control of her powers, she had spent as much time as she wanted reading her novels and pouring over old tomes she hadn't been able to read before, and she had a thriving alchemical garden growing in the greenhouse she tended to.

He glanced down at her sleeping form, nestled up against his side with her back pressed to his chest, and smiled. His life couldn't be any more complete than it was in this moment. His little girl was sleeping soundly upstairs, and his dear love was curled up beside him in bed. He placed a kiss to her shoulder, earning a soft, content sigh from her.

Yes... Life was good.

[rauchendesgnu]

The Witcher Season 2 foto light/shadow study.

Content warning: this oneshot discusses the torture scene between Rience and Jaskier in Season 2 of The Witcher

Jaskier doesn’t remember how long he’s been in here. His feet, he can’t feel them anymore, can’t feel the ropes that cut into his sensitive skin. His hands are just a couple of minutes from sharing the same fate, the bindings still agonizingly tight, though. The mage is still using the more… classic methods of interrogation. No magic. No more fire than the snap from the beginning. A fist connects with his cheek again and Jaskier’s head flies to the side, unable to hold itself in place.

“I said,” the mage hisses, “tell me where the mutant’s hideout is.”

Jaskier spits blood to the ground.

“And I said ‘I don’t know’.”

“Tse tse tse,” the mage says, crouching down in front of the troubadour. His slightly mad eyes follow the drop of blood that makes its way down Jaskier’s chin. He takes out a knife, eyes it for a moment and slides it gently down the bard’s jaw and over his neck, mocking, teasing.

“You know, I’m a little disappointed,” he murmurs, his voice almost gentle.

“I thought we’d be having a nice little chat, you tell me where your white-haired mutated monster hunter took Cirilla of Cintra and we’d both be on our merry way. Now, I’m afraid, I’ll have to make you sing. I’ve been told you sing beautifully.”

“Go fuck yourself, you whoreson,” Jaskier mutters under his breath. The mage furrows his brow.

“What did you say?”

Jaskier smiles a red smile.

“Go fuck yourself, you whoreson,” he sings as loud as his state allows, “cos you’re through fucking with – ”

He stops mid-verse to scream as the mage thrusts the knife into his shoulder.

“I see we’re not being cooperative. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll have to start being less amiable.”

He grabs Jaskier’s hand and splays the fingers, then snaps his fingers.

“One more time, Jaskier. Where is Geralt of Rivia?”

The flame comes close, very close to his right hand. Jaskier grates his teeth, can feel the heat of the fire on his skin, so close.

“Not my hand, please, I told you everything I know which is nothing, just don’t burn my hand, not the hand, everything but that, I beg you!”

The mage grins.

“Now this sounds more like it.”

Jaskier screams.

[whereismymonsterlover]

"He could get away with an awful lot."

"He could kill us all."

"Oh yeah! Easy."

"The Second Sacking of Kaer Morhen."

There was the clink of a tankard against teeth. A chair squeaked as one witcher slid down, head almost cradled between his shoulders. The incessant tapping of fingers fidgeting nervously. An uneasy air as they all looked, four masterfully skilled witchers, to the pretty thing at the other end of the room. Though, they all knew he wasn't just a 'pretty thing'.

Said pretty was sat cross legged on the floor frantically writing teaching plans for Cirilla with his brows deeply furrowed, the tip of his tongue caught between his teeth. He stunk, putting Ciri's education before a bath. Geralt hadn't realised teachers themselves had to frequently train to actually teach subjects. It sounds silly now that he thinks it but he sort of assumed their brains were just these big masses of Knowledge. For the last week, Jaskier had been brushing up his Mass of Knowledge with all the things Cirilla ought to be educated on.

The professor slammed his pen down, spraying ink across the wooden floor boards. However before he could notice, he swung back and let out an almost primal groan toward the ceiling. "I'm done!" The man then turned his head to the table of witchers and smiled prettily.

The four immediately tried correcting themselves. They sat up straight and proper, stilled their hands, lowered the tankard to smile back.

The bard was a pretty and dangerous thing, indeed. And he single handedly had all their hearts in a death-like grip that left the witchers bouncing their legs under the table, instead.

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I haven't written anything proper in a while. It feels good, though! I usually can never finish anything because short oneshots like these aren't my thing but I really like this. Hope y'all like it <3