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Nostalgia For Innocence - THE WITCHER Fanfiction Chapter Four

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Summary: After ending her year-long imprisonment in a dungeon in Cintra, Revynah had gone to a friend of her mother's, Anika, also a druid from whom she hoped to get some help before following Geralt's tracks to Aretuza. In this cottage in the woods, she rested, regained her strength and was confronted with difficult emotions and memories that she had long suppressed.

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Warnings: The Witcher season 3 SPOILERS Part 1 (some dialogues from episode 3 "Reunion"), title based off a quote from Albert Camus, violence, blood, guts, fights, heart-to-heart, fluff

Revynah looked at the little cottage that stood among the trees, a light mist floating in the woods. Gently tugging on the reins, she guided her horse with her and looked around the property, walking past the plant drying racks, when a man's voice spoke a few feet behind her. The mage turned and exchanged a look with him. She frowned slightly, wondering what the unknown man was doing in her mother's friend's house.

“Who are you?”

“I should be the one asking this question. I live here.” She parted her lips, about to respond something and ask him again who he was when another voice rose nearby and said her name. A voice she hadn’t heard since she was a young girl. Anika stepped towards them, a visible look of surprise on her face as she stared at the young woman. The man seemed surprised as well but not for the same reason.

“Otto, this is Visenna’s daughter. Revynah.”

“Anika, you should be resting.” He suddenly looked worried to see the druid up and running and took a few steps towards her, gently grabbing her shoulders. They exchanged a few words, Revynah heard him insist that she go back inside but she pushed him aside and returned her attention to the sorceress.  

“I never thought I’d see you again after Visenna sent you off to Aretuza. Let’s go inside.” She had a soft smile stretching the corners of her lips and motioned for Otto to get the young woman’s horse and led the latter inside the small house. Revynah quietly followed her. The smells of the dried plants and flowers hung above her head brought her memories of her mother’s home, and candlelit lanterns on the walls bringing hints of warm orange light here and there to the room. The druidess had her sit on a small bed nestled in an alcove. She briefly closed her eyes and the first thought that crossed her mind after she sat down was how comfortable the mattress was and how soft the sheets felt under her hand. She hadn't had such luxury in a year, and she had missed having an actual bed. With her back to her, standing on the other side of the room, Anika leaned over a pot that was simmering gently over a fire and she slowly stirred what was brewing in it with a wooden ladle. “How did you end up here after a century?”

“I summoned a portal.” Anika stopped in her gesture and hung the ladle on a small notch in the wall. She knew that the druidess’ question didn’t ask for such a literal answer, but she was tired and didn’t think before deciding to be sarcastic out of the blue. The woman turned around and Revynah gave her the reply she wanted. “I’m looking for Geralt, but I ran into some troubles.”

“If you had arrived earlier, you would have met him. He was just here.”

“What? When?” She instantly went to stand to get closer, but pain shot through her back after accidentally pulling on the skin around the open wounds and she winced, falling back onto the bed behind her. She brought her hand to her side, her palm hovering over her back without daring to touch it. Anika set the Geralt subject aside and handed her a small vial. She drank it, figuring it was something to ease her pain and let out a sigh. Anika sat beside her, silently telling her to let her take a look at what was hurting her. Revynah gritted her teeth as she slipped her arms out of her sleeves and held the front of her robe above her chest as the garment fell down her back, revealing the pitiful state it was left in after the tortures she had endured for months on end. She had gotten rid of the grim covering her body by washing herself at that famr early, but the wounds were probably getting infected anyway since she didn’t have access to potions and because of the toll it took on her, she clearly didn’t have the energy and power to heal herself to such extent. Taking care of her health would be possible with Anika’s help though. Revynah turned her head upon hearing the wooden door of the house open and close as Otto came in. A silence followed as he witnessed the damage. He looked in shock and meeting Anika’s gaze, he went to take something from the crowded surface of the dining table and went back outside, leaving the two women alone.

“What kind of troubles did you run into?”

“Nilfgaard.” The mere mention of the Southern Empire of the continent was enough to throw a chill over the whole room. She would never tell how ironic it was for her to end up tortured by the very man she had agreed to serve after he pulled her out of the rotten hole in which the mages languished during the entirity of the usurper's reign which lasted for two decades, until he was overthrown a little less than ten years ago. Emhyr had been the man to save them and until a couple years ago, she used to think he was the ruler she wanted to follow but now, even if it meant losing Cahir to the White Flame, she would never go back to being a pawn under Nilfgaard’s thumb and in any case, if she did go back, she would be sentenced to death immidietaly, unless she got better and retrieved her full potential and power. She might have never graduated from Aretuza but she was still a pretty powerful mage. The simple fact that she survived so much torture without ever taking any potions was astounding and showed the great extent of her strength and resilience.

Now, she wanted to focus on reuniting with her brother, and it was all that mattered to her. While Anika busied herself with preparing potions and ointments to help heal her wounds and body, Revynah proceeded to tell her about all she went through during her imprisonment in the dungeons of Cintra, how she was stripped naked and hanged from the roof of a cold cell and flogged almost everyday, pieces of her skin and flesh ripped off by the repeated blows, drenching the floor with her own blood as it streamed down her body all day long, how she was sometimes waterboarded when the guards were instructed to stop beating her or she would die too quickly. She told her that on top of everything, when she was free from torture, she still had to drink rancid wine with other prisoners that tested it for poison for the emperor and how she was barely given any food ever. She glossed over her involvement with Nilfgaard in the late 50s and purposefuly chose not to tell the druidess about what she did in the past, including the acts it took for her to get the name of The Aguara of Nilfgaard. Anika didn't need to know, and it wasn't relevant to the tortures. Throughout her bloody story, Anika said nothing, letting her tell all the details she wanted to say outloud. She then promised her she would help and do her best to alleviate her suffering and fix her, though the scars it caused in her mind would be hers to tackle. Revynah drank another potion, to help fight infections and enhance healing. She felt the heat emanating from Anika's hands as she stretched her palms out facing her bruised back, concentrating all her power on it. She grunted when she felt her skin slowly pulling on itself to close the wounds.

“Leave the scars. Don't make them fade away.” She asked, gritting her teeth. Anika didn’t try to argue with her and withdrew her hands once thick raise scars formed all over the skin of her back. Looking at them was unsettling and disturbing and It was far from pretty or nicely healed but it was exactly why Revynah wanted to keep them this way, because if she ever found herself on a battlefield again, she would show them off to shock anyone who would lay eyes upon them and the first person she wanted to shock was Cahir, to try and knock some sense into him. She never wanted to lose him and if she were to lose him to Emhyr’s influence, she would let him go and stop fighting but if she could bring him back on her side, she would try anything. Anika applied an ointment to the scars before wrapping a clean cloth all around her torso so the ointment could penetrate her skin and then gave her a potion that knocked her out of sleep-in seconds so she could sleep peacefully. without being bothered by any pain. She had that same dream again where she saw a tall, broad-shouldered man on top of a hill, with white hair and wearing this necklace with a wolf's head on it. This time, when the man disappeared and left her alone, she found herself in the blink of an eye at the edge of a cliff, the waves crashing against the rocks below. Looking around, she recognized Aretuza in the distance, the school perched on the magical island of Thanedd with its tall tower reaching almost to touch the cloudy sky and its palace beside it. She stood right at the edge of the cliff and woke up when she fell but as her back hit the water, she saw the witcher from the wolf school standing where she was a second prior, though she couldn’t discern his face.

She felt somewhat better after having some rest and straightened up on the bed. Anika and Otto were seated at the table, eating the brew that had been cooking in the cauldron. They noticed that Revynah had woken up and the druid ended their discussion to bring her a bowl which she devoured. She hadn't even realized how hungry she was, she had gotten so used to this constant feeling of emptiness and void in her stomach from being starved over the past months. She thought that she must be a very pitiful sight, she must have lost so much weight since her imprisonment but the fact that her wounds were closed, and healing was a step forward. The rest would follow, unfortunately, she couldn't stay with Anika indefinitely, she would have to leave soon. She got up to peek out the window as she saw the sun's rays still beaming outside.

“It’s morning. The potion you drank put you into a heavy sleep yesterday afternoon. Get some more brew.” She thanked Otto and refilled her bowl to the brim, the soup almost spilling on the floor at every step. She sat next to Anika.

“I can’t stay. I need to get going.”

“You’re very much like your brother, or maybe he gets it from you.”

“Gets what?” She glanced at Anika, taking a spoonful of the brew.

“You’re both so driven.” She gave her a sweet look. Revynah looked into space, thinking about her brother.

“I wish we had the chance to grew up together.” Her nostalgia got less sad and warmer as she remembered the cute little boy Geralt was, brown curls, full cheeks, always running after her. Her little brother. But he had grown since. She felt a wave of regret and sadness wash over her, but her nostalgia got warmer as the memories of their childhood came back in her mind, playing out before her eyes. She chuckled, hearing her brother’s bubbly laughs echo in her mind. “We only ever wanted to please our mother. To make her happy. I wanted to become a druid, just like her. I always helped wounded animals... I would take Geralt mushroom picking with me too. He almost ate a poisonous mushroom one day. I’d gotten distracted...”

“Visenna had always been proud of you. She said that as a child, you already had so much potential. That’s why she thought sending you to Aretuza would be the best option for you.” There was a heaviness to Anika’s voice and the use of the past tense as she spoke of the druidess made her eyebrows twitch. She broke into a cold sweat when the realization of what Anika’s gaze was hiding hit, though she kept a calm expression on her face.

“She’s dead?” There was a silence and Anika didn't even have to move her lips to answer her question.

“She talked about you and Geralt a lot in the end.”

“What happened?” She enquired in a low voice. She wanted to know. “Did she suffer?”

“Geralt asked the same thing.” She chuckled softly but her expression got grave as she continued. The two women looked at each other. “She was mistaken for an elf while helping a villager. She was beaten very badly. Does that make you feel better or worse?”

“I never wanted her to hurt.” Revynah’s eyes drifted to the side, and she stared at her soup getting cold in her bowl without really looking at it. Giving them some privacy for their conversation, Otto quietly stood up and went to take care of something somewhere else in the cottage. “Just wanted her to know what she did.”

“Maybe you didn’t grow up with your brother, Revynah but even apart, you became very similar. It is as if you each have a mind of your own but share the same thoughts. Geralt said the exact same thing when I asked him this question.” She sighed. “Your mother knew. Love for a child forces parents to make the hardest choices of their lives. Impossible ones, even. Chances are, they toil over it for the rest of their lives.”

“What does Geralt remembered of our lives?”

“He said your mother smelled like embers. From—”

“From keeping those measly fires alive for the long nights.” A melancholic smile dawned on her face.

“He remembered the hunger and how you and your mother’s stomachs growled twice as loud as his.”

“I always gave most of my food to Geralt.” Revynah nodded, her eyes progressively getting tearier and as she blinked, a tear rolled down her cheek but her voice ddin’t break. “She used her magic to create elaborate meals that we couldn’t afford. What— what else did he say?”

“That he would have done anything to make her smile. He spoke of the day she left him. She needed water so he went to get her some.”

“Yes. I wanted to go get it with him. He was so little. I wanted to help him lift the bucket of water because I thought it might be too heavy for him but, she drove away before he came back.” She frowned, slightly shaking her head. “I started telling her he wasn’t back yet. I asked her to wait for him that I would go find him and bring her the water quicker, but she told me to sit and be quiet. I didn’t understand what was happening. All I could think about was Geralt. I knew he would be scared when he saw we left him. I didn’t know, so I thought… I thought we would go back for him, but we were leaving the forest. I remember feeling so anxious when I saw this huge, dark tower. And Tissaia… she was so intimidating. I cried. I begged mother not to leave me and she just asked me to be good and promised to come back to pick me up when I finished studying at Aretuza.”

“She loved you the best she could. To save you, she had to let you go.”

“She didn’t save me. She pushed down a spiral of loneliness and loss. Oh, I hated her for it… This can’t have been the only choice.”

“It wasn’t. It’s simply the one she made.” She put a comforting hand on her arm, driving her attention on it. Revynah frowned stronger, closing her eyes shut.

“She never came back at Aretuza. Or maybe she did, how could I know? I hated it so much there that I ran away first chance I got before graduation. I thought I’d managed to hide from the Brotherhood, get a normal life… I didn’t get sterilized at the academy, so I even had a family for a while but, I guess I’d never been that well hidden from them.” She clenched her fist. “I had a son. I even named him after Geralt because I thought he died. The Brotherhood, they got my family killed. My child. The man I married. Even his parents. They didn’t leave anything on their way. So, once again, I ran. I ended up in Nilfgaard. I thought I was far enough from the mages. This time, I was, but I lost myself in chaos.” She didn’t want to tell her about all she did at the time, but she felt the need to say it out loud to someone. Emhyr knew but she never actually told him directly. She needed to look at someone in the eyes while confessing to this. Anika kept quiet. There was nothing she could say that would ease the pain Revynah was feeling from everything she went through in her life. “I spent the next 6 decades, alone in a foreign land and I— I killed people. In every village I came by, I killed a few villagers. In less than, I don’t know, ten years, people started talking about an aguara gone rogue, and I got the name of The Aguara of Nilfgaard. There was never lots of mages there so I was, with too much power and too many feelings I couldn’t cope with. I was angry at everyone and everything…”

“Revynah…” Anika’s hand slipped from her arm when the sorceress stood up, wiping away tears with the back of her hand.

“I have to go now. There are things I need to get done before trying to find Geralt. Did he tell you where he was going?”

“He left for Aretuza.”

“Then I’ll go back to Aretuza.”

“Wait. Before you go, I have something to give you.” Revynah watched Anika go get a small box in a drawer and come back. She looked at her in confusion, unsure what she was talking about. She reluctantly took the box from her hands. “It was your mother’s.”

“My mother’s?” She opened it, not really expecting much from whatever was inside but the shine of the chalcedone amulet on a thin and fine golden band got her to widen her eyes. She couldn’t get her eyes off the piece of jewelry. “What is it?”

“It was a diadem she wore. She wanted me to pass it on to you.”

“How do I— how do I use it? Do I just wear it?”

“I never used it myself, but she told me it grants you protection against mind spells. It allows you to understand the nature of every wound or illness and to cast spells on demand, like telempathy and detection.” As Revynah carefully slid her fingers to pick it up from the box, which she then put down on the table, she went to put it around her head when Anika stopped her for a second. “She also said that it greatly affected her physical and mental health over time. You need to be careful.”

“I will. Thank you, Anika.” She gave a nod to Otto before leaving the house. She had a new destination now, Aretuza. But before going there, she had a stop to make before heading towards the magic school. She had something before finally reuniting with her estranged brother. She walked to her horse and put the diadem in the bag hanging from the side of the saddle and she mounted.  She rode away from the house, taking a moment to weigh the words that had been said in Anika and Otto's home before opening a portal to get to where she wanted faster. What she was planning to do required for night to fall so she went to the nearest village to eat something at the inn. She got off her horse, observing the few people around, a child was playing with a dog near the fence, a woman was sitting in front of a house and washed a cloth in a wooden basin and a couple men talked loudly near the door of the roadhouse and a few others walked around the place, living their daily lives. Revynah grabbed the diadem and placed it around her head, passing her hair over the band. She was curious to try its powers. She tied the rein along some other horses and caressed the mare.

“I still need to name you.” The animal puffed out, whipping the air with its tail. She took a hot second to make up a name and decided to name her Ròswen, which meant white rose in the Nilfgaardian dialect. Obviously after so long, Revynah spoke the language fluently and she chose a name referencing the gift she had made to Cahir a couple years ago, and it was fitting because the mare’s dress was as white as snow. The sorceress then walked into the inn with a small pouch in her hands, with coins in it. She used florens for so long too that she had to double check if her money was the right currency. She got herself some ale at the bar and went to sit in a corner. There weren’t that many people, it was a small town, and it was just noon. She figured it might be livelier in the evening, but she didn’t have the luxury to spend the rest of her day in this hole. After eating a plate of food, she ordered, she spotted a lone guy on the other side of the room.

She had an idea to bring some fun to this dull town. She stood up, walking straight towards him and pretended to accidentally spill her drink on his boots so she could get up close with him. He groaned and started complaining but she bent over, plunging her eyes in his. The two guys that she had seen talk outside were now sitting at the bar, chatting. She ordered to go start a fight and to groan like a rabid animal. She sat in his place, leaning against the wall, nonchalantly eating the chicken he left in his plate and watched the men jump at each other, causing some mayhem in the small establishment. She enjoyed the show for a moment until the guy was knocked unconscious because even though his face was covered in his own blood, he kept going, as if he was mad. She had finished his food anyway and quickly disappeared from the village before people came at her for being a witch and causing trouble, which she was doing, and they would be right because her causing trouble in a quiet town was absolutely related to her having powers. She also stole the man’s knife after he left it on the table.

She went back into the forest, out of sight and when she was about to open a portal, she saw an animal with orange fur not far from there. The poor fox seemed in bad shape, and she decided to approach. Exactly as Anika had told him, the diadem let her know from a single glance that his hind legs were broken and he was dying, sprawled at the foot of a tree. He wasn't a young or baby fox; he was an adult and quite a big one but that didn't change the fact that he was dying. She chose to put it out of its misery and took a deep breath before slitting his throat. She watched a pool of blood grow and taint the dirt when she got an idea. When she first heard that people named her the aguara, she decided to play the part and skinned a dead fox, it was as big as the one right there and she wore the skin as a cape. But back then she had gotten the whole thing preserved so it wouldn’t rot. Maybe she would do the same for this one or discard it later. She wasn’t resuming her role as the Aguara of Nilfgaard anyway. She proceeded to cut the skin off its flesh and broke the neck to pull the skull of the corpse. Her hands and forearms were covered in blood but the more blood the better. She stood up and put the head over her hair and she closed her eyes when she felt blood dripping over her face and she got back on her mount, quickly opening a portal to get to the forest near Cintra, to the exact spot where the soldiers dumped Fringilla and she. She tied her horse to a tree and grabbed some of the ingredients she got from Anika’s house, some saltpeter and phosphorus to make a dragon’s dream bomb for later. She followed the smell of the bodies in decomposition and slowly walked around the fire and she waited until nightfall. When she heard the voices of a couple soldiers approaching with a cart, she knew it was almost time.

“Heavy bastard.”

“Let’s get this over with.” As they swung the first corpse, throwing it on the others, it rolled down and bumped into Revynah's ankles. The silence that followed showed her that they noticed her standing there. She heard them draw their swords out of their scabbards. “Who the fuck is that?”

“Turn around now. Show your face.” The other tried to give her an order but she disappeared. Distraught, they looked around, squinting their eyes as they rose their voices, ordering her to stop this sorcery and show herself. When she did, she was standing behind behind the two men. The flames of the fire below reflected on her bloodstained face. They let out an audible gasp, stepping back and brandished their swords at her. They were shaking, trying to keep their composure but she was aware of the fear she subjected them too. Those two men were among the soldiers that took part in her torture, and she wanted revenge over them, but her plan was also to send a message to Emhyr. She took one step after another towards them.

“Stay back!” A smirk appeared on her face and her lips moved in a whisper. The soldier screamed as his wrist suddenly twisted with a sharp bone-crunching sound. He let go of his sword and it fell to the ground as he held his arm, loudly crying in pain. His peer was frozen in place, unable to run away and it was due to the amulet sitting on her forehead. He was staring at the bright stone with wide eyes.

“Pick it up.” The soldier picked up his weapon and as if in a trance, he sliced in broken hand off and plunged the sharp blade deep into his abdomen. He staggered and fell on the bodies below. He gagged on the blood that filled his mouth and gave a wide look of terror at Revynah who was unphased by the sight of his death. Her head snapped back towards the second guy when she heard a branch crack under his foot. He froze in place again, still holding his sword towards the sorceress. She reached out to the side and attracted the bloodied sword to her hand. It was pulled out of the soldier by an invisible force, and he was briefly lifted, falling back with a soft thump. The man in front of her stood his ground as she approached, and their swords clashed in a concert of metallic noises. She let the blade of her sword slip, and she saw a surge of confidence and arrogance in his eyes. When he was just beginning to believe he was getting the upper hand again, she struck so quickly that it took him a second to realize she had severed the hand that held his sword and cut him across the stomach. He dropped to his knees and stared at the guts he was keeping from falling out with his remaining hand. Revynah grabbed his jaw and forced him to look at her. She must have been a real sight of horror to him after what she had just done, and the mere fact that she was wearing a dead fox skin and her face and hands were as if made up with the blood staining them.

“W-why?” He tried to ask as he choked on his blood. She crouched down, still holding his face, clenching her fingers so tightly on his jaw that the bone was close to shattering under the pressure.

“Look closer, and ask again.” Her voice was cold and accusatory. He stared at her, and she saw in his eyes that he recognized her.

“It’s not possible. Y-you were dead.”

“I don’t die. You can’t kill me.” She raised her voice, shouting in his face with rage and resentment. She quickly gathered herself as she felt the thrill of the revenge killing come back and she herself got scared of where her mind might go. Wanting to get this over with quickly, she called upon the mind control power of the stone and ordered him to get up, hold his guts until he reached Cintra and ask the first soldier he came across that he needed to talk to Emhyr about urgent matters and when brought to him, to tell the White Flame that the Aguara lived and then let himself die at his noble feet.

With a sigh, she watched the soldier move unsteadly, staggering among the trees as he walked away towards the fortified city. The final stage of his plan could now unfold. She hissed at her horse and followed her whinny to find her in the dark. She untied the rein from the tree, got on her mount and trotted back to the fire, taking in her hand the bomb she had earlier. She threw it to the ground and sped her horse away as the bomb released a cloud of gas that quickly spread around the dumping ground. The flames danced dangerously close to the smoke and the forest turned into a huge inferno. At that very moment, Revynah rode at full speed through a portal to get herself to Gors Velen. The island on which Aretuza was standing was magic and she couldn't conjure portals to get her directly to the school so the Temrian city was the closest she could get. Taking advantage of the calm of the night, she skirted the town and went to the water's edge where she removed the fox skin, placing it on her mare's rump and she took off her dress to clean herself and wash the blood of her hair and skin, using the bandage as a a cloth. She bathed in the water, closing her eyes to let herself be lulled by the sound of the waves.

[To be continued…]  

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Published (08/08/2023) by Andrea

Taglist: @cathrin2405​ @kika64

[hannibard]

I always find it funny when Kaer Morhen witchers call each other wolf. It's like calling your sibling by your shared last name.

[thedemonofcat]

Geralt is caught off guard when he receives a summons to Lettenhove. Since parting ways with Jaskier on the mountain, Lettenhove had hardly crossed his mind. Yet now, Viscountess Pankratz was officially requesting his presence.

Relief washes over Geralt when he learns the Viscountess is Jaskier’s sister, not his wife. Unfortunately, she had called him because her brother is missing. According to her, Jaskier returned home in a distressed state a few weeks ago. Then, one night, he disappeared, leaving all his belongings behind.

Geralt agrees to track Jaskier down, and in turn, the Viscountess insists on joining him so he can find her as well. Geralt can't help but notice how strikingly similar she is to her brother, not just in appearance but in certain aspects of her personality, too.

After a late night of drinking, they discuss possible leads on Jaskier’s whereabouts. In a moment of unexpected tension, Geralt and the Viscountess kiss—only for her to pull back and ask, "Are you kissing me, or my brother?"

[ellieslittleburrow]

Geralt Headcanons

Painrings : Geralt of rivia x daughter/ Geralt x platonic! Reader

Warnings : none

A/N : hello peeps, i tried my best to make them broader and not just limit them to father daughter stuff, we can turn one of them into a little ficcie if desired. Alsoo Comments are much much appreciated. Enjoyyy 🥀

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You and Geralt had found each other on destiny's commands. It wasn't easy, suddenly being under somebody's wing, having to trust them and listen to them.

Whenever danger was felt, Geralt would place a hand on your shoulder, his own little protective move, prepared for whatever's about to come.

When you're out in a market or somewhere he deems to be dangerous, he makes sure to always be somewhere behind you. No matter how far you get away, he's always somewhere close watching over you.

After a few of your nightly freakouts, Geralt offered up a little spot beside him every night. He doesn't order you to come over. He doesn't ask if you want to come over. He just settles down on whatever bed he's sleeping on and puffs up a little pillow he keeps beside him. If it's a whole seperate room. Then the same line is growled :"I'll keep my door open in case i am needed."

A boy smiles at you and the witcher is there to smile back. Not in a possessive way. Not in a she is untouchable kind of way. Just a simple smile, to assert his threatening presence. A smile that says if she is hurt, you're fucked.

Mornings are your least favorite time of the day. Geralt is always at the foot of your bed, gently swinging your foot left and right, in an attempt to wake you up. It surely annoys you but it's not until he grabs your wrist and pulls it upwards that you start getting annoyed. And then comes the full pull, when he grabs you from under the armpits and drags you out. You groan in unpleasentness but let go anyways.

Late nights are for sure your favorites, though. Just a grumpy old guy running after you and pleading for you to go to sleep. You dodge his reaching arm, giggling at his frowning features. He growls your name and sighs, giving up. And you just stand awkwardly, triumph radiating out of you.

What you reeeally dislike, though, is those little fights you and Geralt have about your future and your training. Him not wanting you to get in harm's way. You doing everything possible to get in harm's way. He yells at you. You never ended up crying or anything like that. You just bottled it up and sat in your little corner, getting slowly eaten up by the deafening silence that reigns the space. But then one of you breaks it. And everything slowly goes back to normal.

All in all, life with the witcher is not easy. But how could you deny the warmth that coated your broken heart, the warmth that filled it with love. The warmth that filled it with the father, brother, protector that you never had.

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End of poem. I could never use such methodology for my own school work, goddammit. Anyway, i hope yall like this ❤️❤️❤️🥀🥀🥀

[sleepybabybees]

Ghost and soap watching the witcher in their down time because Gaz convinced them after they found him crying over it. Or something- idk it's 2am

Ghost: why are you just Jaskier..?

Soap: I beg ye pardon?

Ghost: you're just jaskier with a mohawk who gets jumpy over explosives rather than music.

Soap: okay edgelord Geralt. How's the trauma?

Ghost: fuck you.

After Episode 6

Ghost: ..

Soap: ..

Ghost: why would he say that?!

Soap: I'm goin te throw ma grans table-

Ghost: what happened to 'I love you. Can I take you out?'

Soap: it went off the cliff! wrong thing te go off mind!

Gaz: I told you. I TOLD YOU-

Soap: it gets better, aye?

Ghost: I might sponteniously combust..

Gaz: won't confirm or deny

Ghost and soap: fuck you Garrick.

[frost-queen]

I was promised to you (Reader x Geralt of Rivia)

Requested by: Anon Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia,  @elllie-does-the-posts, @alex--awesome--22, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco@subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @imagines-by-her, @vviolynn, @melsunshine,  @evilcr0ne,

Summary: You are Ciri's older sister and promised to Geralt. When you get seperated from your sister after Cintra get's attacked you are saved by your guardian who you are hesitant off at first. Not liking each other at first, you begin to warm up to one another. Finally reunited with your sister she teases you for liking Geralt leaving you flustered. Geralt and you confront each other in an heated discussion which leads to an intimat kiss. [I changed the end approach a tiny bit]

“Cirilla!” – you screamed out the moment the impact hit. Bricks crumbling down, crashing down hard. Cirilla fell back. You immediately started scooping up bricks to clear your path to her. – “Are you hurt? Cirilla are you hurt?” – you called out in a panic, throwing bricks behind you. – “No…” – hearing her faint voice made your heart ease just a little bit. The bricks rolled down making you jump aside before they could hurt your feet. – “Cirilla!” – lifting your head up you saw your sister. You went across, throwing your arms around her. She hugged you tight back panting at what was happening around her.

“We…we have to leave.” – you told her taking her by the hand. Cirilla nodded as you led her on. Cintra was under attack, and you needed to leave the castle and city immediately. Hearing a scream or agony followed by a soldier stumbling in sight at the end of the corridor with a sword inside of him made you stop frantically. The one who had stabbed him came in sight as well, kicking the soldier out of balance.

The soldier tumbled to the ground as his blood smeared the stone floor. – “Close your eyes.” – you told your little sister not wanting her to see it. Cirilla squeezed her eyes shut, clamping onto you. Knowing you couldn’t stay here, you searched for a way out before they would notice you. On your right there was a door as you took the rash decision of opening it.

Quickly shutting it behind you. Cirilla let go of you while you barricaded the door with some chairs. Sounds from outside filling the empty space. Cirilla slowly walked up to the open window gap hearing the commotions louder. Her eyes widened with fear the closer she got. Screams of terror and slashes reaching her ears. Standing close enough she gasped loud, covering her mouth with a hand at the sight of the fires. Everything burning as the smoke reached the skies rapidly.

“Cirilla!” – you called out not seeing her around you immediately. The moment you spotted her, you ran up to her. Turned her around whilst covering up her eyes with your hand. – “Don’t look at that!” – you said loudly. Staring out of the window as well, you suddenly felt your palm wettened. Lifting your hand off her eyes it was clear she was crying. Kneeling down in front of her, you wiped some tears away. – “Don’t be afraid Cirilla. We’ll make it.” – you reassured her.

The loud banging on the door startled you. Cirilla panicked as you jumped up. The thumping got louder. The wooden door splintering. – “Y/n!” – Cirilla cried out tugging at your hand. Having to think quick, you looked around the room. The room was very simple. A table, some chairs, a fallen closet, and a bed.

The thought came so naturally you rushed up to the bed. Grabbing the blankets in a haste. Returning to your sister you almost fell tripping over a blanket that brushed the floor. – “Take these!” – you told her shoving them in her arms. Cirilla was staring in a panic at you. – “Start tying them!” – you ordered under the command of thuds on the door. You knew the chairs weren’t going to hold that door forever. Cirilla started to tie the ends of the blankets to one another. There was no time to be certain if it was long enough or even strong enough to hold you.

Grabbing the blankets frantically you were finding the end of the knotted one’s. With a soft pant you held the free end up. – “Keep tying!” – you told her as you rushed to the bed. Tying the free end around the pole. – “Done!” – Cirilla said out of breath. The thumping got louder and more rapid as it made you hurry over to her. Taking the knotted blankets from her you threw them out of the window. The fabric fell gracefully in place. – “Ciri!” – you grabbed her by the shoulder shoving her forwards. – “Go down now!” – you ordered her being chased by the loud banging.

“Wha…what about you?” – she wondered as you practically shoved her out of the window. – “I’ll be right behind you.” – you replied helping her out of the window. Cirilla held on tight to the blankets, hanging out of the window. – “Hold on tight, go down and run as fast as you can. I’ll be right behind you.” – you reassured her. Cirilla nodded with teary eyes. You watched her slowly go down. The door got kicked in as it made you gasp loud.

Two soldiers rushed at you, grabbing you forcefully by the arms. – “No!” – you screamed out kicking your feet for freedom. – “Y/n!” – Cirilla cried out wanting to climb back up. – “Go!” – you shouted loud as you were getting dragged away. – “Save yourself!” – fighting against their grip. The last thing you saw was Cirilla’s frightful eyes peeking over the window watching you get taken away. She nearly fell down from screaming in terror. Underneath of her Cintra was burning. The city was burning, and she needed to get out quickly. Sobbing loud she lowered herself till she came at the end of the blankets.

There was nothing else to do then jump. She let go of the blankets with a gasp, falling down. She imagined she’d break her bones once hitting the ground. Yet the hard impact never came. Instead of bruising herself on the cobblestone she got caught by sturdy arms. The person who caught her going briefly through their knees from impact. Opening her eyes she met up with two yellow one’s. The man stared briefly back at her as if trying to recall something. After a few seconds he set her down. Just as easily as he had caught her, he put her down for only to take his leave.

“Wait!” – Cirilla called out impulsively. The man kept walking not taking a moment to stop and hear her out. – “Who are you?�� – she said loudly going after him. When she rounded the corner there was no sight of him. Not far ahead of her neighed a horse loud as fell to the ground, the soldier on it crushed underneath the weight. Cirilla gasped loud, turning quickly around to avoid getting taken by two soldiers that had come to take Cintra. She started running. Running like she’s never done before. Heading straight for the woods.

Geralt grunted deep walking casually between the fights. None affecting him as they were occupied with fighting each other. He kept eyeing both sides in search of something. A soldier had broken free from the fight coming his way. Geralt drew his sword slashing the soldier down before it could even come near him. Ashes falling from the sky as it had turned a dark orange. The smell of burnt and dead lurking around every corner. There much not much left of the courtyard as he looked around. Grunting again he pushed on making his way through the smoke.

The two Nilfgaard soldiers kept dragging you through the corridors. – “Let me go!” – you shouted fighting with every might for freedom. They rounded the end of a corridor as you heard the faint sound of an arrow. The soldier on your left loosened his grip on you making you turn to look at him. An arrow had penetrated his neck as it made you scream loud. Before he could drop to the ground, the other one was taken care of as well. Both dropped lifeless to the ground. A pair of hands grabbing you.

You flinched, panicked, screaming loud in defense, and jumping around for the hands to let go of you. You got pushed against the stone wall, a hand silencing you. – “Shhht princess.” – the man spoke as you recognized him from the council. – “We have to get you out of here.” – he said lowly removing his hand. He grabbed you roughly by the arm, guiding you through the castle. – “Where is your sister? Where is princess Cirilla?” – he asked wanting to know her whereabouts. – “She’s out… I got her out.” – you told him. – “Let us pray she is unharmed.” – he whispered pulling you through a door.

With his help you managed to get outside. – “I’ll go fetch a horse, stay here.” – he said getting in motion. – “Wait!” – you shout-whispered pulling him to a stop. – “You can’t leave me here alone. I am defenseless.” – you made very clear. The man pulled out a dagger handing it to you. – “Pray you may never need to use it.” – he said before heading off leaving you alone in the dark.

Stumbling a bit as if you were about to pass out, you felt the adrenaline leave your body. The dagger in your hand you looked up to the skies as they burned. You so hoped Cirilla would be alright. You didn’t care for your own life as long as your sister lived. You jumped out of your skin, holding the dagger tight for only the man to return with a horse. – “Princess get on.” – he ordered. You hurried over getting on the horse. The man didn’t sit behind you as you thought. – “Are… are you not coming with me?” – you asked scared.

The man shook his head. – “You’ll be faster on your own.” -  he said forcing you to grab onto the reins. – “But… I… I…” – you stuttered out unable to find the words. – “You have to leave Cintra, princess!” – he called out slapping the horse. The horse neighed loud startling you. The horse ran off as you clamped onto the reins for dear life. The horse sprinted off leaving the castle grounds behind it.

A soldier tried to come up to you but got knocked back by the horse. You felt like the horse was more leading you then you were leading it. It galloped around avoiding any obstacles. The closer you got to the city, the crowder it became. Gasping loud you heard another set of neighs. Looking over your shoulder a soldier in all black came in pursuit.

Running underneath an archway your eyes met up with a man going in the opposite direction. The contact was brief as he passed by like a blur. More soldiers began to swarm around you making the horse search frantically for a way out. It knocked some soldiers over whilst running off. You got bounced around as the horse kept making sudden moves and change of directions. A line of Nilkgaard soldiers blocked your way, swaying with fire at your horse. The fire made your horse threw you off his back, hitting the ground hard.

You called out to the horse, but it ran off. The soldiers came swirling around you, closing in on you. You got up to your feet with shaky legs, holding the dagger with a tremble. – “Stay back!” – you said trying to sound bravely slashing the dagger around to keep them away. The pressure of a hand on your shoulder made you flinch, screaming frightened. Having spun around there was another hand on your shoulder. You tried moving away from it as a hand clenching around the back of your neck held you in place.

You got pulled back feeling the fingers squeeze into your skin. – “Look what I got!” – the one holding you said laughable. – “I have the princess!” – you kept squirming your body to break free. Before you knew it there were several hands grabbing at you. Tugging and tearing at your clothing to get a piece of you. – “I’ll kill her!” – you heard a voice say but couldn’t see who was speaking. Calling it out you got suffocated under the swarm of soldiers.

Their armor thick and heavy. The slashing of a sword filled your ears as it seemed to give you some breathing area. The hands were slowly letting go of you one by one. You couldn’t see what was happening it was if a shadow was moving across. Slaying your enemies one by one. Swords clashed in a continuing battle. Screams of pain left and right. Gasping loud you pushed the few remaining hands off you. Sudden silence as you opened your eyes. Getting up you could see your enemies slayed. Their bodies scattered around. Slowly turning round your eyes fell upon a soldier… no a man kneeling.

His sword dangling in his grip covered in blood. He slowly lifted his head to meet up with your gaze. Eyes as bright as yellow staring back at you. Your eyes widened at the blood on his face. Not entirely sure what his intentions were you took a run for it. He could’ve easily killed them to walk away with the credit of killing you himself. Looking over your shoulder, you saw that he was coming after you. Screaming loud it panicked you that he was. Making your way out of the city and towards the forest.

He was closing in on you, heart beating out of control. Panting loud you kept running till. Your foot hit something hard forcing your body to get flung forwards as you tripped. A quick scream filled the air before you fell to the ground. You rolled over gasping loud when the man came leaning down on you. Hands pressed beside your head. Afraid you started scratching your hands around.

“Stop!” – he grunted out grabbing for your hands with one of his own. – “Let me go!” – you called out not wanting to die like this. – “I’m not going to hurt you!” – he called out with a deepness in his voice. You still didn’t believe him, using your feet instead. He groaned when you hit his stomach. – “I’m saving your ass!” – he called out rudely having enough of your protest. – “As if I would believe you.” – you replied loudly using your hands to punch him on his shoulder. He removed himself from you getting up. You hadn’t heard the soldier come up, but he did.

He drove his sword inside of the soldier. You got up when he pulled it out hesitant if you could take a run for it. Before you even took two steps he grabbed you by the wrist, dragging you with him. You started slapping his hand to get it off your wrist. – “Let me go!” – you groaned annoyed as he only tightened his grip. – “No!” – he shouted roughly in your face. It made you swallow and turn to silence. – “Who are you!” – you wanted to know. He didn’t answer till he was in the woods with you.

You blinked surprised seeing a horse tied up by a branch. He untied the reins ordering you to get up. – “Not before you tell me who you are!” – crossing your arms you demanded answers first. He sighed loud briefly looking up. – “Geralt.” – he answered gesturing for you to get on the horse. So you went saddling up. – “Wait… do you mean Geralt as in Geralt of Rivia the witcher?” – you asked as he got on the horse behind you.

You swallowed nervously when he rounded his arm around you to get to the reins. He remained silence as the horse got in motion. – “I am princess Y/n.” – you told him. – “I know.” – he grunted out making you scoff. – “Well of course you know I was promised to you.” – you said out loud as Geralt quirked his eyebrow up. – “All my life I’ve been told about the witcher I was promised to.” – you continued till a sudden thought crossed your mind. – “Does this mean I am to be your wife?” – you questioned bluntly. – “No.” – he responded with force.

A bit offended you crossed your arms. – “Good, because I didn’t want to be your wife in the first place.” – you responded bothered. Annoyed you kept silent till you couldn’t help yourself but speak. – “So if I was promised to you does this mean you are like a guardian to me?” – you asked. He only hummed once clearly not eager to talk with you. Admittingly you got a bit excited about that. – “Does this mean you have to get things done for me?” – you went on. – “If that is the case I don’t have much to ask for just.” – you moved your hand forward to start counting on it.

“One find my sister for me, two a new place to live and three can… can you find me a lover?” – you requested. Geralt huffed loud. – “I’m not your errand boy.” – he responded. – “But as my guardian you can make those things happen. I don’t ask much. If you can a few done of these I’d be happy.” – you happily expressed. Geralt came closer to your ear, whispering in it. – “No.” – his breath tickled making you rub your ear. – “Guardian… pfft guardian my ass…” – you mumbled to yourself.

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“Y/n!” – Ciri screamed out at the sight of you. Your breath shocked seeing your sister run over to you. – “Cirilla!” – you screamed back getting up frantically. Tears swelled up in your eyes as you ran over to her. Arms wide to greet her in a warm hug. Ciri crashed against your body, wrapping her arms around you. Feeling the warmth of her body against yours made you cry. Geralt slowly rose and approached slowly. Ciri and you stopped hugging. – “I didn’t think I would ever see you again.” – you told her wiping your tears away.

“How did you make it out? Survive for all those months?” – you asked wanting to know every detail. Ciri’s eye fell on Geralt behind you. – “Oh.” – she said surprised pointing at him. Her surprise made you look over your shoulder to him as well. Geralt bowed for Ciri. – “He…he caught me when I fell out of the window.” – she said. – “He did?” – you responded to her seeing her nod. – “That is Geralt my guardian. Remember everyone talking about that promise. Well it is true. I am promised to him.” – you explained to your sister.

She smiled at him. – “He’s handsome.” – she whispered to you. – “Maybe a bit.” – you whispered back teasingly. – “Oh it is so good to be reunited with you.” – you took her hands leading her to the fire crackling. You sat her down on a log as you sat on the one close to her. – “Where… where have you been sister? How… how did you find me?”

Ciri took a deep breath looking a bit away. – “I’ve been lonely without you.” – she said softly. – “Your promise kept me strong. The promise that we would meet again.” – she reminded you. Geralt puffed soft finding it the silliest thing ever. – “Don’t mind him he’s like that.” – you told your sister ignoring him. Geralt glared briefly your way making your sister giggle loud. You looked over your shoulder with a glance full of attitude at him. Ciri looked between the two of you smiling shyly. – “Y/n.” – she patted you on the knee for your attention. – “Did he save you?” – she asked as it made you look shyly down.

“I did.” – Geralt replied making you look annoyed behind you to him. – “She was helpless even with a dagger. Couldn’t even stab someone properly.” – he continued. – “Oh, did you have a dagger?” – Ciri called out. You hummed loud turning towards her. – “Someone from the council gave it to me for protection.” – you told her completely ignoring Geralt. Feeling a bit left out, he started to mingle himself in the conversation. – “I am the one that brought up the dagger, so why are you talking to her.” – he didn’t mean to sound desperate but it kind of showed.

Ciri only smiled further noticing how smitten he clearly was with you. You sighed loud. – “People who are in each other’s presence can conversate with each other.” – you told him without looking at him. – “People?” – Geralt responded funnily. – “You aren’t here with one single person. Look at me too and Roach.” – he called out finding you unbelievable. You turned more to your sister. – “So how did you find me?” – you asked her again. – “What did you say again?” – Geralt said bothered. – “How dare you mock me like that when I’ve been so tolerant towards you ever since I saved you.” – he continued in a deep voice. Ciri pressed her lips together to hide her wide smile as you got up to face him.

“Who’s fault do you think it is I was promised and got this stupid cut.” – you said to him annoyed. Geralt leaned in pulling your hair up to reveal the cut in your neck. – “What do you mean stupid cut? It’s pretty.” – he answered loudly letting go of your hair. You gasped loud, touching your hair. – “Did you just hit me on the head?” – you called out as he smiled sarcastically at you. – “I think you like him.” – Ciri teased. You shot her a glare for teasing you like that. – “I think you should be nicer to him.” – she added as Geralt smiled her way.

“He was like that from the start towards me!” – you told her. – “You are not to be my wife! I am not your guardian!” – you started listing them up. – “You thought you were nice to me when you said those things back.” – you continued sarcastically. – “I said all that for your sake.” – Geralt replied. – “If you really want what’s best for me go find me a lover!” – you shouted at him. – “A new place to live and a lover. What kind of promised guardian are you even!” – you started listing again counting on your fingers.

“Your lover is right here.” – Geralt answered loudly. – “Where? Where I don’t see him!” – you replied looking around as if one would appear. – “Right here! In front of you, me!” – he shouted pointing firm at himself. Your eyes widened at the sudden confession as a flush went up your cheeks. He was panting loudly staring harshly at you. Ciri felt like interrupting, so she kept quiet and turned away. Geralt laid his hands against your cheeks, pulling you close. Heart beating loudly he brought your lips to his.

The moment his lips kissed yours, you surrendered completely to him. The kiss was soft at first till he demanded more. Kissing you rougher as you just had to follow his pace. He only stopped kissing you when Ciri cleared her throat loud. – “As I was saying you like him.” – she told you with a wide smile. You could throw something at her for being so obvious.

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Well I was on TikTok today and the video was if you wrote a book and two siblings were on opposite sides of the war and they faced each other what would they say?

Sent this to my lovable bestie/ co-worker and they told me to post it on Tumblr so I'm sorry blame @raerae132

Jaskier stared at his older sister fighting for the enemy he saw the moment his sister eyes widened in recognition "I'll take on the bard" His sister yelled voice filled with false spite "Ready for a round of play fighting little brother" He felt his sister voice spoke gentle in his mind "Bring it on" as he grappled for his daggers the fight for a couple of moments when he heard his sister spoke aloud for the first time "Tell our parents I'm sorry all I ever wanted was for you to be protected." As She aimed her staff incorrectly a stance She showed him one explaining it was a stance begging for it to backfire onto the user "and protect your Witcher.. he has my blessing" before Jaskier could reach Her the damage was done Her eyes now soulless as she lays on the once beautiful field of flowers a smile on Her lips and tear stained cheeks as Jaskier cries over her body

[eeriefeelingsat3amuwu]

So, because my friend wanted me to draw hunky men in corsets, have some Kaer Morons, in all three versions.

Sketch:

Lineart:

Final:

Yes I did forget their pendants, yes I realized it after I finished doing lineart, yes I am mad at myself. Anyways, hope y’all enjoy lol-

[thewritersaddictions]

Requests: The Witcher: Geralt of Rivia- Pained

Pairing: Parents Figures! Geralt and Yennefer, Sister!Ciri, Fem!Daughter!Reader

Pov: 3rd pov

Warnings: Dying, Readers' death, fighting, big sister ciri, motherly love, dying in someone's arms, sadness, losses loved one, PURE ANGST.

Summary: Geralt and Yennefer go to fight in the battle leaving their two daughters behind together, but even good endings have death in them.

WC- 1.9k

A/n- Firefly-graphics for dividers. This was so sad, and hard to write.

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The war had began long ago but when Nilfgard invaded Cintra the whole world shifted. With Cintra only princess having run away, a Witcher having taking the law of surprise, a Sorceress having her powers completely ripped away from her, and finally a daughter who just wanted dearly to help her parents. 

Y/n was adopted and regardless of that her family still loved her deeply. Geralt tried to be a great father to Y/n, it was harder then he thought it was going to be simply for the fact that he had been alone for so long before meeting before Ciri, and Yen. Yennefer was an amazing mother, she did everything she could for our sweet Y/n. To young age to older adulthood she helped her through everything.

Ciri was the same as Geralt. Having been alone for so long she adored having someone closer to her in age. Someone who understood more of what was going on with her. The battle caused mayhem for everyone involved. They  tried desperately to keep the girls safe. Yennefer was hellbent on the girls not even being apart of the horror of a battle. She didn’t want them to see the horrofic things that happened. She didn’t want her daughter to have the scaring of heart and mind like the two of them did. 

The only compromise was that Y/n and Ciri would stay together. They would help each other with the wounded and help those who couldn’t help themselves. A great plan but every plan can fail in some sort of way. Had it been the worse idea for Yen and Geralt to have come with? No, it was a great idea it kept the girls away from the immediate horro show of war. It was the safest for Y/n and Ciri to be together and away from the merciless killings that happned on the battleground. 

Ciri helped along with Y/n with the wounded and helpless. Wounded were moved quickly and off the field if it was safe enough, and all while they did that Geralt and Yennefer fought side by side. Moving with each other through the field. Geralt sword flying and slicing through the air, as yennefer moved and killed people with her powerful powers. Puffs of purple magic flew from her hands as she killed the oncoming attckers. 

The two fought side by side, as Ciri and Y/n tried desper5atl to keep up with the incoming wounded. People walking astray as they made it to the safety of the medical nook. There were to many enimies coming out from behind the woodland. Too many things were going on, so she isn’t sure how she managed to get hurt. Y/n doesn’t feel the injury at first it isn’t until she feel the wetness of blood and sweat agasint her hand. Her eyes widden as the pain hit her mind. How had she gotten hurt? She needed to keep it under wraps. The wars wasn’t over just yet, but they weren’t that far either. 

Y/n just needed enough time to see Geralt and Yennefer, so she pushes through the pain. She needs to help Ciri, and she needs to get through this. The pain can be felt like a thousand brick laying down on her shoulders. It’s a searing feeling in the pit of her stomach, she worries that she won’t make it to the end of this to see her family. She worries about everyone else as they continue to rush in with wounds worse then hers. 

What nobody sees is how a stray bolts of strong and dark magic flies over the fight past hundreds if not thousands of warriors and strong magicals beings. It just sears through Y/n and out to wherever it lands. The wound is gushing and running thick with a red stain. It stains Y/n’s clothes but she’s so wrapped up in everyone else and helping someelse that she doesn’t even feel it until it way to late for anything to be done. 

She pushes throug the pain. She pushes so hard that the color is slowly draining from her face, and as much as Y/n wants to continue working she just can’t. The world around her is becoming dizzier and it’s harder for her to ground herself. Harder for her to make clear of what’s happening around her. It’s not until Ciri comes over, gently almost has if she doens’t want to hurt Y/n and taps her on her shoulder. 

“Y/n are you alright?” She questions her. It’s not like the color leaving Y/n’s face is not a clear indicator Ciri is just being thorough. Right? Y/n shallows hard and blinks her eyes a few times to find herself again in the world of mixed pain. Ciri thinks that it might be from the prolonged sight of blood all around Y/n, or the dead bodies. From that ones that they couldn’t save, it’s a rancid smell that the bodies are already emitting. Ciri question goes unanswered for to long, the comfortable air is quickly draining, terror is psuhing, almost forcing it’s way into the back of Ciri mind. 

Then like they’re in a good playwright or fairytale story that Yennefer used to tell them when they were much younger. The clouds disappear sunrays shining through onto the blooded but green ground. It’s almost a fucking miracle how everything just becomes peaceful all at the same time. Ciri looks back down at her sister, she asks her again. “Are you okay?” Y/n breathes for what seems like the first time. Shaking her head before deciding that it would be best if she spoke. 

“Yeah just got a little lightheaded there was all. The smell and blood.” She lies to her sister, boldface lies to her sister and she knows it will be horrible the ending is coming soon she can feel it in her bones. She can feel how fast her heart was beating compared to know. Her heart not drumming along anymore, she worries still about her family. So, she lies. 

“IT’S OVER! THE WAR IS OVER!!” The two hear men and women screaming from outside the medical tent. Ciri walks outside of the doomed tent the sun shines on her pale face, and she breathes in fresh air. Turning she turns and looks over at Y/n, “How about we get some air that’s not rotten or just about to die.” Ciri suggest, Y/n musters up a short smile before using the most of her strength to push herself off the small and worn cot. 

The sun the bright and almost make the sky look white as Y/n steps out from behind the medical tent. “Is it really over?” She questions Ciri. The two stand together and look out at the destruction, blood and gore litters the ground below. Grass that used to be green is now laced with thick red blood, and it reminds Y/n of her own wound. Her hand is still pressed into it, but it doesn’t matter not anymore at least. She had grabbed her cloak to just protect herself from her mother and father worries. There would be no need to worry the two of them with anymore. 

Ciri is the first one to see their parents. Dripping blood that isn’t there, Yennefers hair that was put into place is out in fringes here and there. Sticking to her face with clumps of dirt, and blood attached to her beautiful face as well. Their father isn’t worse for wear, but his grey hair is laced thickly with a red tinge as if he tired to wash it out, but it was probably the sweat that doing it instead. “YENNEFER, GERALT!” Ciri can’t help but scream, she without meaning to grabs Y/n’s hand and drags her behind her down the shapr curves ofthe grassy mountain. Y/n was always able to catch up, or at least keep up but now it seems as if her legs can’t manage to work. 

Theres that feeling again, like her world is really spinning. Spinning away from her. Ciri just runs with joy. Her whole family, her protectors are all right there with her. None of them are hurt, still breathing and standing in front of her. Geralt looks rougher upclose Y/n thinks as she tries desperately to push away the stricking pain in her stomach. “Oh, girl that the gods you are okay.” Yennefer can’t help but sob. As she walks towards her adoptive daughters. 

Y/n starts to feel herself sway like the breeze is pushing her back and forth. Her eys are shuttering closed, but Yeenfer is to happy that her kids are right in front of her face to realize that Y/n is falling to the ground. Y/n falls to the ground and it’s in slowmotion, her heart is slowling even slower then before. She watches as Geralts face changes ever so quickly. Worn out, tired, and in a flash theres concern writing itself over his expressions. Fear and heartbreak is pushing through his yellow eyes. 

Her cloak opens up ralveaing a growing bloody spot on her white tunic. “Yen?” Y/n hears Geralt yell out, shaking his own daze. Y/n’s body doesn’t hit the ground rather a soft and plush body. “Yen we can fix this?” It comes out like a question, not like Geralt knows it. What he does know is that he’s watched enough people die to know the look on Y/n’s face. She’s white as a ghost, and she’s slipping as the three of them stand over her. “Oh sweet baby girl,” Yennefer hushes Y/n, her hand dirty combing through a sweaty mob of hair on Y/n’s head. 

“What happened?” Geralt asks Ciri, but she unresponsive. She’s like a blanket canvas, she staring her Yennefer and Y/n. Unwilling to move ot say a damn word. So, Geralt get’s down on his knees sitting down next to Y/n. Pressing a large and firm hand into her gushing wound. “Oh, sweet Y/n. What happened?” She manages a shake of her head, looks back between the two people she calls her parents. Geralt sighs, and looks over at Yennefer for the first time. 

Yennefer isn’t holding back, but her magic can’t fix the wound on Y/n’s frame. It’s impossible since they she doens’t know what happened to Y/n. The tears that Yennefer thought had disappeared long ago show up again. They roll down her face with such sorrow. Nobody speaks. Ciri comes alive, moving quickly she braces herself at Y/n’s feet. Y/n feels whole, her family is all around her, holding her in their hands. Her life in their hands and they all share a look of knowing it. 

She takes her last strong full breath. Looks out at her people. Tears brim all of their eyes, but she smiles at them. “Mom, Dad, Ciri. I love you.” Just like that a sweet and pure life is taken from the world, nothing rips through the world like that. A spark as just died, and Geralt doesn’t know what to do now. Ciri is melting into the ground, her body is shaking as she tries to figureit all out. How it all could have happened. Yennefer is quite for to long, like her mind hadn’t processed that those were Y/n’s last words. 

The screams that leave Yennefer’s mouth is world ripping. ITslices through the air and everyone from Nilfgard to Temeria hears the sounds of the truest heartbreak. The loss of a child, the loss of a forever love. Nothing would ever be as painful as the sight of a heartbroken mother, and a dead child.

Completed on: 03/13/23

Posted on: 03/20/23

The Hero's-

[cas-kingdom]

To Annoy... Masterpost

Here’s a little compilation of the stories I wrote in my short-lived To Annoy... series. Perhaps more will come some day, but for now, here they are!

Main Masterpost

Star Trek

To Annoy a Doctor (Bones x reader) - You’re a very difficult patient, and unfortunately for you, Bones has very little tolerance.

The Witcher

To Annoy a Witcher (Geralt x reader) - Three times Geralt hated the bard’s song, and the one time he didn’t.

Supernatural

To Annoy an Angel (Castiel x reader) - There’s no better way to pass the time than annoying Cas. Cas, on the other hand, has a different opinion on the matter.

[roughentumble]

wait oh my god! thinking about a modern pretend marriage au but Geralt has to pretend he and Yen are still married because Ciri got into a really good school but it's very old fashioned so Geralt's hiding the fact he's remarried to Jaskier and shenanigans ensue, esp if Jaskier starts calling Yen and himself sister wives bc it always makes Geralt go

YEEEEEEESSSSSSS

YYYEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!!!!!

[mason010]

Look at this! Just fucking check it out! Top spot! WITCHER! TOP FIVE- OWL HOUSE

And my personal favorite, back from the fucking DEAD WARRIOR NUN in the top 10!

[jasper-the-bard]

i have plot bunnies jumping around in my brain

[manneatcrarc]

@never-surrender @witchered / @viscountbard @bcneheaded

would you put a discarded fruit sticker on my forehead in whimsical jest yes or no

[ellieslittleburrow]

Summary : Geralt wants to help you. You don't want his help.

Warnings : A father caring for his child.

A/N : Your name is Rivvie/Raven. It's genderneutral and i chose it for you!!!!! Took me a while to come up with it so shush

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Steps pierced your ears as they stormed closer to your aching stiff body.. You shrunk in fear, retreating into yourself, unsure of who it was or what they were going to do to you. But when a familiar silhouette emerged from the trees-

"Geralt..." Your body unconsciously jolted up to a sitting position. It hurt, but you lifted your head up anyway. "I'm..I'm okay." You huffed, swallowing the pool of blood that coated the borders of your lips. You straightened your back, attempting to look as composed as you could. But the browns and reds smeared across your face proved otherwise.

The man who stood before you extended his hand out to you, his eyes piercing through to your soul. But when you didn't comply, anger contorted his features and he sucked his lips inwards in a refraining manner. "Get up."

You hesistantly took his hand, wincing as he pulled you up to your feet, but you didn't have to react before the latters betrayed you, ending up in a loss of balance and a striking pain starting at your knees and traveling all the way up to the rest of your body. Thankfully, Geralt's quick reflexes saved you from fully hitting the ground. As you were falling, he crouched and wrapped his hands around your waist., holding your upper body close to him before forcing you up again.

"No!" You yanked yourself from your father figure, a confident frown on your face. "I can walk on my own..." The words struggle to leave your throat. Geralt sighed.

"Come on, chil-"

"I'm not a fucking child Geralt." You instinctively pressed your hand against the tree your back has been hugging throughout the whole ordeal. "i can take care of myself. I don't n-"

"Yes you do."

You winced at the sudden rage that filled his voice. Through gritted teeth, he continued. "You do need me- Look at you, you can barely stand-"

"Don't yell at me." But despite the fear that washed your body cold, you yelled back in response. You don't need his help. You can defend yourself. He reached for your hand but you slapped it away with more force than intended. You are not a child.

Or maybe...You are because the witcher's features contorted even more, his eyes darkening subsequently-You discreetly leaned away, shrinking slightly more.

"Then you shall stop acting like one..." The words raged out of his lips. "Look at you, all bruised up and refusing help. You know i don't mean you any harm, i just don't want you to get hurt." The veins on his neck growing more prominent.

You....You did know that, but you didn't care. He won't be there forever. "I can take care of myself." You insisted, turning on your heels.

You head for the forest, the direction home may have been unknown to you, but senses work in a magical way, making it so that you never needed to know. You just felt.

You limped through the forest, passing by clusters of fallen logs and traps, steadying yourself whenever you could reach a tree. You'd gladly rather die there than ask for help from Geralt, who lazily but firmly marched behind you.

He called your name a few times. Even yelled. But you were persistant this time. He will not make you apologize. You weren't sorry. You needed to prove to him-that you did not need his help.

"Are you going to keep ignoring me?" The witcher spoke again and unconsciously, your head almost twisted over your shoulder.

Aren't you allowed to be angry?

"That's not the behaviour of a grown individual, Rivvie." Geralt's voice dripped with provocation, firing up your aching body into a hot boil. But you still didn't ans-

"That's enough, Raven." A sudden authoritary growl thundered through the forest. "I just want to help you. And i'm not asking." Before you had the time to protest, your feet were swept off the ground and you found yourself nailed to Geralt's chest.

An awkward position for you to jerk your body, he wouldn't have dropped you, you'd just jolted and thrown your body up and down in vain. Geralt's strong. His arms alone wrapped around you so tightly you'd actually feel claustophobic. You would if it were somebody else's arms. But...Geralt's your...safe haven. You just don't want him to know that.

You huffed, growling as you turn your head away from him, burying your chin into the acromion shaping his shoulders. "I don't need your help." You groaned, stressing your words in an attempt to sound...more stern.

But Geralt simply grunted a cold and blank "Okay." causing you to uncomfortably shift in his embrace. He lifted you up a bit to adjust your body, causing a ached whimper to leave your lips. "Sorry.."

"I..." You start but....maybe you shouldnt push it? After all, he really just wants you to be okay. "It's okay..." You readjust your head back to your frontal view, eyeing Geralt, whose face was only inches away from your own.

"T-thank you.." You hide your face into your chest, unable to furthur embarass yourself.

Geralt stayed quiet for a moment, but then he grunted, a silent "you're welcome" you're familiar enough with.

With that, you rested your head on his chest, finally accepting the situation. You gripped his shirt as softly as you could and closed your eyes. Maybe having them there wasns't so bad after all.

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I read somewhere that most *readers* are white-fied. And it just opened my eyes. I hope this does indeed include all and everyone. I hope this was pleasant to read for all of you guys, comments are much appreciated. See ya in the next one! ❤️❤️❤️🥀🥀🥀

[shanastoryteller]

Happy Pride 🌈!!!

Jaskier or anything Hades, please?

a continuation of 1 2

Jaskier lies back in the bed of goose feathers, the brazier crackling merrily, the walls of the enchanted tent blocking out any other sound. "I really do love traveling with you."

Yennifer rolls over so she's partially splayed across his chest and he automatically raises a hand to press his fingers into each knob of her spine. "Because you value my company so terribly."

"I do value your company," he says, affecting a wounded tone of voice. "I would be partial to your sharp wit and talented tongue and scathing worldview even if you were not a sorceress or a beauty."

He means that sincerely, but he says it as if it's a joke. Yennefer hates sincerity. It makes her itch.

"Can you two shut up?" Geralt grumbles. "Some of us have work in the morning."

"Not everything is hitting the big scary monster really hard and really fast," Yennefer says dryly.

Jaskier hums in agreement. "Wining and dining the local count, and perhaps reporting him for corruption and maybe writing my brother about it, is an important intermediary step."

"It really isn't," Geralt sighs at the same as Yennefer says, "I still can't believe you're actually a noble. I thought you were joking."

He pouts, offended. Before he can launch into a speech about noble airs, Geralt says, "I thought he was lying too. It made the wedding a little awkward."

He thought their wedding was great fun, actually. He'd been very drunk for a lot of it and had made Geralt carry him.

"How'd your family react to you bringing home a witcher?" she asks.

"Well," he says, and almost lies, but Yennefer's a lot better at catching him at it than Geralt. "Not the strangest partner of mine they've met, to be honest. And they like Geralt far better than my sister's husband."

"Would I be the strangest partner of yours they've met?" Yennefer asks in interest.

Gods. They'd love Yennefer. "...Maybe? Certainly the most powerful."

Geralt clears his throat.

"That's just speculation and we're not counting it," Jaskier says firmly.

She frowns at him, turning her head just enough to glare at Geralt. "What are you talking about?"

"Interesting, isn't it," Geralt says blandly, "that Jaskier hasn't really aged since you've know him."

Yennefer starts studying his face with the intense sort of scrutiny that never leaves him sure if he's going to get dissected or laid. "It's my multi-step skincare routine."