#mine: renfri

[griffinkid]

Plushie moodboard for Renfri the border collie 🌿

Likes: being outside and reading old books

Dislikes: snow, children, the number 5

Stock pics from Unsplash, centre picture mine. Tried something different with this one, let me know if you like it!

[changenameno]

My Own (Chapter 1)

Summary:

Geralt finds himself once more on the path, gloomily looking at what lies ahead. And you? You had no one, no home and certainly no coin. Well that’d be something you had in common. No coin. You two are surely off to a great start… Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Fem. Nymph Reader

Warnings: 18+, death, blood, cursing, angst, MDNI (there may be smut in the future)

Word count: 1.5K A/N: This is my first attempt writing something that I’d actually post. Have been afraid to do so, for a very, very long time. It’s not proofread, any mistakes are my own. Please be kind, comments/rebblogs are very appreciated…Thank you❤️✨

Shout-out to the lovely @livesinfantasyland not only for her beautiful crafted moodboards (which you should totally check out!) but also her kind words of encouragement! One moodboard of yours especially sparked my writing muse, called “Bathing with the Witcher”. Thank you soooo much! You truly are a sweetheart, and I hope you will like this…

!The Witcher characters and world are not mine!

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He grunted, reproachfully opening his yellow eyes. A new day was only just breaking, not even fully light yet. It had been another night on the road, without a job, without coin… Yesterday Geralt had tried selling the Kikimora to the alderman, who in turn had promised their mage would buy the beast. Turns out, Stregobor was just another weird wizard, talking nonsense about lesser evils. Then there had been Renfri, he didn’t actually think she’d leave Balviken but he wasn’t very prepared for the market fiasco either. Now he squinted at where his swords lay next to him. With the addition of a brooch attached to one them, it should serve as a reminder that something like that would never happen again. He slowly sat up, sore and still bloody. His thigh throbbed, there was a deep gash in his black breeches where Renfri had stabbed him. Vesemir would have scolded him for not taking care of his wound right away. Grunting once more, he got up and walked to where Roach was standing near a tree. She tried to nuzzle him and he let her, petting her sturdy neck then reaching into his saddlebags and grabbing a cloth and his least favourite potion. He didn’t bother sitting down, Geralt simply poured the liquid over the wound. “Rrgg f-fuck,” he grimaced. Once the excruciating pain had subsided a little, he wrapped the white cloth around his thigh, all the while breathing through his clenched teeth. Roach nickered softly, he turned his yellow eyes toward her and lifted one of his brows “Hey don’t be mean… I know I should’ve done that yesterday.” Suddenly his head whipped to the right, he had heard something on the other side of the clearing. Though he didn’t see anything yet, Geralt was sure that there was something or more likely someone behind that huge oak tree.  

                                                               Slowly and without making a sound he made his way over to his swords, picking the one closets to him and readying his fighting stance. His nostrils flared, the reason why he picked up the sword in the first place. That smell. Unnatural. A tinge of blood but also another very pleasant scent nearly overpowering his senses. He couldn’t pinpoint what exactly that scent was, but he’d never smelled anything like it. Though now that he was thinking about it more clearly, he remembered that he had smelled it before. It had been in the air, only a whiff but still the reason he woke up so early. That must mean whoever was hiding, had been there for some time now. Geralt lowered his sword, staring at the oak tree. Too tired and angry to come up with a refined plan he simply roared, “Show yourself!” With his luck, obviously nothing happened. Waiting a few more frustrating minutes, he finally made his way over to the oak tree. The dewy grass making his boots wet. As he reached the end of the clearing, he took step by soundless step around the thick tree trunk, once more sword at the ready. It was like watching a cat stalking its prey. Or so he thought. Before he could even lift his sword, a branch hit him square in the face and with such force, he stumbled backwards.

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It felt like your lungs were drowning, drowning in thick smoke. Even though the castle was dozens of miles behind you by now, it still felt like you couldn’t breathe. The cool night air doing nothing in aiding the battle of your burning lungs against your panic stricken system. They couldn’t get you. They couldn’t… Your mind supplied very unhelpfully, that they indeed could get you, because they had horses and were therefore a lot quicker than you. But you couldn’t stop. You had to get away, so you continued to stumble through the night. Then you heard it, the rumbling thunder of the rapidly approaching horses. “There she is! Quick, we’ve got her!” “Over here!!�� The voices rang through the night. Before you could run any further, the riders of doom had circled you. Wide eyed and breathing heavily you looked around. Tall horses surrounding you, all of which were ridden by deadly armed men. There was no escape. Looking at the ground you saw a branch, so you swiftly picked it up. It was barely longer than your forearm, but still better than nothing. One of the man dismounted his horse chuckling, “Aaaw that’s adorable, we’ve got ourselves a fighter. But Princess don’t bother, we shall deliver you unharmed. Isn’t that right?” He laughed darkly and the other surrounding men joined in. Yet you refused to lower the branch, so he kept talking as if you were a scared little girl. Technically you were scared but surely you were no little girl.

His first mistake, dismounting his horse. His second, nearing you without drawing his weapon. And thirdly underestimating you. He couldn’t finish his next demeaning sentence before you hit him over the head with all the strength you could muster. A truly horrid scream and cracking sound followed, then his body hit the ground. Unmoving. One of the other men screamed: “That damned idiot, get her!!” You let yourself fall onto your knees, releasing the branch and putting both your palms on the ground. Digging your fingers into the dirt, you began to murmur, the only thing that could save you now. The men grew uneasy, as did the horses. “What is she doing?” “How should I know?” “Make her stop!!” Suddenly a piercing pain exploded on your right shoulder. An arrow had struck you. You whimpered but didn’t stop whispering. Then finally the ground began to shake. “What’s happening!?” The horses panicked and reared up, just as the first root shot up and knocked the three men closest to you off, of the back of their horses. The resounding thud as they hit nearby trees, let chaos further explode around you. Screams, shying horses, roots continuing to shoot from the ground, pain. It was deafening. And yet you didn’t hear anything, besides your own racing heart. Quickly you got up on wobbly feet, trying to breathe through the pain. With your left hand you struggled to get a hold of the arrow sticking out of your shoulder, but you only succeeded in breaking the shaft off. The resounding pain, made you howl loudly. “F-uck…”, you pressed out. Oddly enough right then everything had come to a halt. Spooked by what’d happed, all the horses had either run off on their own, or with more or less conscious riders still in the saddle. The remaining men strewn on the ground unmoving.

The roots now, nowhere to be seen, as if they hadn’t just been beating dozens of armed men unconscious. Only weirdly shaped holes in the ground, pointing to an unnatural maybe magically induced battle. You didn’t really care about that though. The most pressing matter was, getting away, so you steadied yourself and started walking as fast as you could manage. Because your shoulder blade throbbed with every step, you weren’t going very fast at all.

Still you soldiered on. And on… and on. Through the night. Numbed by exhaustion and the horror that came with your escape, you weren’t very aware of your surroundings. Just enough that you’d picked up the branch before you left, as a last defence against who knows what.

As you continued to stumble through the woods, the first ray of light penetrated the thick foliage overhead. So you came to a halt at the edge of a clearing, leaning against a huge oak tree and sinking to your knees. The exhaustion catching up, made you lay down on your left side to not further antagonize your injured shoulder.

You lay completely still, eyes closed, for about ten minutes only concentrating on your breath. Seconds before you could finally welcome the blessed unconsciousness of dreamland, a roar nearly made you jump out of your skin: “Show yourself!”

CHAPTER 2

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[cloaked-in-midnight-water]

The lack of wlw pairings with Renfri in the Witcher fandom is such a waste of butch gf/knight gf fanart, gifs and fanfic. Renfri is a gold mine.

[hanzajesthanza]

What moments do you find most epic in the books?

major: the thanedd coup, the battle of the bridge, the skirmish in the mines in the north case, ciri at dun dâre, ciri on tarn mira, ciri escaping the world of the aen elle and worldhopping, the battle of brenna (rusty standing up to the scoia’tael), the assault on stygga castle (milva shooting down enemy archers, cahir fighting bonhart, ciri fighting bonhart, regis leaping at vilgefortz, geralt fighting vilgefortz)

minor: geralt after taking elixirs in the first short story, geralt killing renfri’s gang, geralt and vereena’s fight, geralt leaping to save ciri at kaer morhen

[bloodofthefates]

x. continued from here with @witchered

Pride was not a virtue Ciri could afford. Her life and that of the entire continent hinged on the precariousness of her safety, made only possible by Geralt’s protection and of those they’d collected along that he trusted such as Jaskier and Renfri. It wasn’t that she was ungrateful for all that had been sacrificed in her name, countless lives and loved ones already lost in the fight or what they would do in order to ensure she remained out of the hands of greedy kings who sought to manipulate and use her for her power but the one monster she’d never learned to face as Kaer Morhen was the green-eyed one that inhabited her now. She’d stormed off in a fit of unchanneled rage, fanned by perceived unfairness and Renfri’s angry taunts following her deep into the woods. She’d had half a mind to keep going with only her stubbornness to fuel her fire, but she would get cold or hungry first, possibly captured second and only Geralt’s worry was enough of a tether to reel her in again like thread wound up on a spool. Stepping out of the clearing with arms still crossed over her chest and features stoney in defiance, Ciri said nothing as she approached the steps of the cottage housing not only what she hoped was a cooler-headed Renfri but the reason they’d fought in the first place. Teryn. A girl, not unlike she had been when torn from her home in Cintra. She’d been taken by the very same men that sought to steal and control Ciri but unlike her potential for the chaos she could one day wield, Teryn was considered nothing more than an expendable experiment like the other girls taken from the safety of Aretuza right out from under Tissaia’s nose. She was only a novice, even more powerless than Ciri and unable to defend herself, at least she had that and yet she could not bring herself to sympathize or even pity the girl the way Geralt and the others did or how even Renfri doted on her.    Ciri takes his note, mechanically taking the seat at his side but stubbornly mindful of the larger gap she placed between them and far more than what was needed on the stone step. She refused to look at him at first, staring out at the line of trees she’d just come from and already her teeth grit together as soon as Geralt spoke and tried to reason with some part of her she was beginning to think she lacked entirely. Maybe she was the monster all along in this story after all. “She might do better if she wasn’t here. Why haven’t you sent her back to Aretuza? If she’s to be a mage then why hasn’t Yen or Tissaia come to collect her? She should be their problem… not mine.”

[bisognamorire]

we have entered another diana haircut era of mine, A. I’ve decided to not get another perm curl and now the top part of my head is still curly and my bangs and the back of my head are somehow straight again 😂 CRY i look like renfri in the witcher books!! scarecrow

[timelordthirteen]

The Witcher Appreciation Week | Favorite Minor Character - Renfri

[tawnyfool]

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴

The full version of this preview for @witcher-fanzine

[anya-chalotra]

#geralt and the never-ending saga of getting his arse handed to him by cursed and possessed princesses

[iwouldvebeendrake01]

“This isn’t my first time trying to save a princess who others see as a monster.”

[viktorhargreves]

- SOPHIE HEAWOOD

[gifshistorical]

Emma Appleton as Princess Renfri | The Witcher 1.01

[toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account]

Witcher!Jaskier AU where he goes to Blaviken instead of Geralt and he talks to Renfri at the tavern and goes to Stregobor and talks to him just like Geralt does but then when Renfri approaches Witcher!Jaskier in the forest he just turns around and asks

[bennydemarco]

“You must understand: they fear you. There is nothing scarier in their minds than a girl who knows the power of her flames.” ― Nikita Gill

Ladies of The Witcher, requested by @thebookishfeminist

[queen-calanthe-of-cintra-moved]

Live longer, you’ll see. Life can bring down the strong.

[sugarbabywenkexing]

witcher appreciation week                  — day five: fav. minor character