#Cahir x Fringilla

[quietparanoiac]

I'm okay, actually.

The Witcher (2019–), 3x04

#The Witcher #The Witcher 2019 #The Witcher Netflix #The Witcher series #Cahir #Fringilla #Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach #Fringilla Vigo #Emhyr var Emreis #Cahir x Fringilla #Eamon Farren #Mimi Ndiweni #Mimî M. Khayisa #Bart Edwards #thewitcheredit #witcheredit #tvedit #tvshowedit #smallscreensource #The Witcher 3x04 #my gifs #sorry not sorry - this 'parallel' is fun #Emhyr's prison guards are the worst #how did they even get the job if they make such mistakes?

[disdaidal]

Fringilla & Cahir THE WITCHER S03E06

#the witcher #thewitcheredit #witcheredit #cahir mawr dyffryn aep ceallach #fringilla vigo #eamon farren #mimi ndiweni #cahiredit #fringillaedit #cahir x fringilla #fringilla x cahir #the witcher netflix #twnedit #twn spoilers #the witcher spoilers #tw3 part 2 spoilers #gifs by disdaidal

[kajaono]

You can say whatever you want about Netflix The Witcher, but the Fringilla/Cahir dynamic is still unmatched imo

I mean… Cahir himself is already such an interesting character. Going from „total evil“ (season 1) to the viewer slowing realizing that he is also just a replaceable chess figure in a much much greater game. And he is slowly chattering under the expectations him and his master put on him. And - no matter how much evil stuff he does - you slowly start to feel sorry for him. Because you know it will end bad for him, there isn’t happiness but you still wish… there could be somehow

But with Fringilla in there, it gets even better. At the beginning she mirrors Cahir, but she manages to save herself, to live for herself. She shows Cahir what could be. And they have this weird dysfunctional relationship, is it romantic, is it platonic? Whatever, it is doomed. But they still need each other.

#cahir x fringilla #fringilla vigo #cahir #the Witcher

[astaldis]

Issue No 25: Blinded - You're brave because they broke you, yet broken still you breathe

@whumpers-monthly

Fandom: The Witcher (TV)

Whumpee: Cahir

Caretaker: Fringilla

Published: 2023-05-31, Completed: 2023-06-24

Words: 12,480 Chapters: 7/7

Summary: Post Season 2: After their lie is uncovered by Emhyr var Emreis, Cahir and Fringilla are arrested and thrown into the dungeons - in the same cell. With only one bed. First they bicker and bitch and blame each other for their failure, but this changes drastically when Cahir is tortured, and badly so, and Fringilla has to take care of him.

Excerpt from Chapter 3 - She′d hold your hand as you shook in the middle of the night:

"'m sorry," he whispers hoarsely and with difficulty. "The darkness— I - I can't see you."

"What are you talking about, Cahir?" she asks, surprised. "It's not that dark. And I'm right here. Just open your eyes and take a good look."

"It is in blindness that we find our true strength," he murmurs instead, his eyes still closed, so softly that she has to strain her ears to understand the words. A single tear rolls down his cheek.

Fringilla's eyes grow wide with horror. Now she recognises the words. It is one of the slogans they preach at the Church of the Great Sun. In honour of the first priest of the cult who, according to legend, when the sun suddenly turned black and people started to panic fearing the end of the world was neigh, stared right into the black sun until the blackness disappeared. He went blind for the rest of his life but his sacrifice to the gods saved the continent. Or so it is said ... But they cannot, they did not—

"Cahir, what—" She does not finish her question as the bitter truth is dawning on her. That is why he never really looked at her. Not because he was embarrassed about the physical proximity, but because he cannot see. The bastards not only beat him up. They also blinded him.

Read on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47540179

#whumpers-monthly #whumpers monthly #issue no 25 #blinded #the witcher tv #the witcher netflix #fic #the witcher fanfiction #cahir mawr dyffryn aep ceallach #fringilla vigo #cahir whump #cahir x fringilla #the witcher season 2 #torture mention #aftermath of torture

[icefrye19]

𝐄𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚 | 𝐂𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐰𝐫 𝐃𝐲𝐟𝐟𝐫𝐲𝐧 𝐚𝐞𝐩 𝐂𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐡

❝  It was said the Dark Knight felled in love with the Princess at first sight, the minute he laid eyes on her his entire world had changed. For the first time, his loyalties had shifted, his entire life he had been loyal to his emepror that all changed when he meet Princess Emiliana Fiona Adalia Riannon.   And, with that newfound love would have serve consequences for he would have to choose between his loyalties or love.  On the other hand, Princess Emiliana hated the Black Night and wanted nothing more to see him dead, but was that really want she wanted or was it just a fluke that was a question that remained unsolved. ❝

❝ Do you love him. ❝

❝ Yes, I wish I didn’t but I do and I hate myself for loving that monster. ❝

#the witcher #cahir mawr dyffryn aep ceallach #original character #cahir x reader #cahir the witcher #princess cirilla #cirilla of cintra #cirillatwinsister #geralt of rivia #elderblood #video games #book series #pairing #geralt z rivii #jaskier #yennefer of vengerberg #emhyr var emreis #fringilla vigo #freyallan #anna taylor joy #calanthe of cintra #pavetta

[bylightofdawn]

Tomorrow May Be Gone Chapter 2

Chapter 2 is up! I adore the hints of Fringilla and Cahir's relationship that I was able to drop in this chapter. I really love their dynamic and I could natter on about it endlessly. I definitely need to write more with those two and the wonderful evolution they have unwilling and forced to work together allies and rivals to Cahir quite literally trying to cover Fringilla with his body during the Siege of Aretuza. Despite her being a mage who can project her own personal shield. Look, he's pretty but he's not very smart. 🤣

#cahir mawr dyffryn aep ceallach #gallatin #fringilla vigo #cahir x gallatin #cahir/gallatin #gallahir #my stuff #el writes #witcher fanfiction #witcher season 3 spoilers #tomorrow may be too late verse

[limerental]

i'd never tell (i'd never say a word)

a twn frinfran college au, ft. awkward confession planning and besties assire & cahir

written for Femslash February 2023, more specifically femslash february celebrates black women

excerpt

She sets down her emotional support hot pink gel pen with a clack, its fuzzy tufted end tickling her knuckles, and reads the whole speech back, pretending that she is Francesca Findebair, the most beautiful woman in the world and she has just been pulled aside by her exceedingly awkward classmate only to be given the worst and most embarrassing confession of feelings ever carefully-constructed on expensive stationary.

Fringilla hands the stationary over to Cahir, who begins folding another airplane.

Assire sighs which prompts Fringilla to sigh spitefully which prompts Cahir to sling the swiftly-folded airplane at her head. It coasts harmlessly over her braided scalp and falls to the floor, joining dozens of others.

"Well that's settled. I just won't go to class the rest of the semester. I’ll show up to give our final presentation together, and then flee the country," says Fringilla.

"You've never missed class a day in your life," says Cahir.

Fringilla folds her arms and glares at him, knowing her satin pajama set does not make her look particularly threatening.

"I have the avian flu," she says firmly.

"Professor Emreis won't buy that," says Cahir. "He'll fail our whole group out of spite."

"Plus that doesn't make any sense, Fringilla. Francesca's not in the history program like you two. The chances of her classes overlapping with yours next year are–"

Fringilla flops forward against the desk, head dropping into her folded arms.

#femslash february #the witcher #frinfran #fringilla vigo #ffcbw #femslash february 2023 #francesca x fringilla #cahir & fringilla #my fic

[okwallace]

hoping and wishing and dreaming that we will get some juicy fringilla x cahir content in s3 even though the entire season is already out and cannot and will not be modified to fit my wishes

#listen the last episode of s2 was enough for me #beloved one and only rarepair #the witcher #fringilla x cahir

[justinewt]

The Aguara of Nilfgaard - THE WITCHER Fanfiction Chapter Three

[THE WITCHER FANFICTION-MASTERLIST]

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Summary: Imprisoned and tortured for a whole year, Revynah had started to lose hope. She was going to die alone in a dungeon in Cintra, her whole body mutilated and her mind shattered, the white of her skin turned red from the blood she was covered in. She had lost hope of ever reuninting with her brother. This was the second time in her life that she stopped listening to what her mother used to say. She stopped clinging on to hope and let herself fall in the darkness of chaos but unlike the first time, she was powerless, at the mercy of sadistic guards.

Words: 4.9k

Warnings: The Witcher season 3 Part 1 Spoilers (episode 2 “Unbound” and episode 3 “Reunion”), torture, mention of waterboarding and flogging, description of wounds, scars, blood, angst, brief fluff scene, mention of murders

“Cut her down.” Revynah weakly lifted her, watching the knight walk around her. Eyes tired, she looked up when the chains clinked above her as he untied her.

It had been several days since they had left her hanging from the ceiling of that dark, damp cell in which those same knights had enjoyed torturing her every day oher life since she was imprisoned a year ago. She had never been executed by Emhyr, like Fringilla told her she would, for betraying Nilfgaard but considering what had been done to her instead, she would almost have preferred to be killed. The first couple months, she was isolated in that very cell, and they would flog her. All day, every day and for hours at a time, usually about a hundred times a week, sometimes a little less. It would only stop when the knight’s arm started to hurt but they would take turns so quickly after the previous one took a break, another would take on and keep flogging her while the other asked the questions, because as they whipped her repeatedly, they interrogated her on what she knew of her brother’s whereabouts, and therefore Ciri’s too but she didn’t know anything and she wasn’t even lying. She hadn’t seen her brother in over a century, since their mother left him in a forest, and she was brought to Aretuza to learn how to control her chaos and magic. 

The last she saw of her brother was him running through the forest with a wooden bucket to get water from a nearby stream for their mother. She told them this more times than she could count but the emperor was reportedly not pleased with the information she was willing to give them and there was nothing she could do about it because she had no information to give them in the first place. The only somewhat recent things she knew about her brother were things they already knew and after about a month, they stopped interrogating her, but they kept going with the flogging, though it became less frequent. She had been flogged on her back, legs and stomach. It was a total butchery. Blood was constantly dripping down her whole body as every inch of her skin was covered in welts and large opened wounds, and a pool of blood was growing under her feet, her toes dangling above the floor. They had left her alone for a couple weeks and she thought that they were done with her, leaving her to starve to death, die from her wounds or from exposure. She couldn’t even use her magic because of the shackles at her wrist, which prevented her from doing so and she could only wait for time to pass by, and ultimately die, but she didn’t. She heard a guard come in with a piece of stale bread. They were done interrogating her as it was pointless, but they weren’t so done with toying with her. A doctor was called in to check her wounds and the poor man couldn’t even bare the sight, nor could he the stench that linged in the room. To Revynah’s relief, he declared that if she was to get more whipping, she wouldn’t survive it.

“The White flame is generous.” The knight then said with a smirk, knowing that it wasn’t an act of kindness. 

The emperor of Nilfgaard was incapable of that, and even when she found herself to be his loyal mage, she never believed that. He saved her and Fringilla from the same cells and dungeon they were now both locked up in. It was hard for her to believe that there had been a day when she was an assassin and spy under Emhy’rs thumb, sent to the North to carry assignments he gave her, that is until she learned of the White Wolf and everything she believed in was shaken, the narrative and reality she had built for herself was shattered completely, for the sole reason that she now knew her brother lived. And it was enough to drive the loyalty she had for Emhyr out of her heart and mind, though it wasn’t as effective regarding Cahir, but she would rather not think about him as of now. A year ago, after Fringilla and him were pushed into her cell, she thought they would both be left to rot in there with her but Cahir, now demoted as a simple soldier, was sent off to raid caravans and Fringilla taken somewhere else to taste wine with other prisoners, to make sure the emperor wouldn’t get poisoned. 

And, well, Revynah’s torture began, or really, tortures in the plural. After the flogging sessions became scarcer, though they kept on happening every now and then, spilling more blood to feed the pool at her feet, the knights would sometimes forget about her, or so they said and leave her in the cell for days at a time, coming back with very little to feed her. The first time they unchained her in weeks was to sit her on a stool in the center of the room, only to tie her back to the ring in the ceiling with a longer chain, keeping her arms stretched above her head but she could barely feel them anymore as they had gotten so numb over time. Their game this time was to waterboard her, again, all day every day, for hours at a time. A guard grabbed her hair, pulling her head backwards while another held a cloth over her face and the other poured the water. It seemed to be very entertaining for the three of them. Seeing the sorceress struggle, pulling on her chains, hurting herself and hearing her gag as she almost drowned each time because they kept pouring water for so long. She was left disoriented, gasping for air and her face so wet she could barely feel herself crying from the emotional distress the whole ordeal put her in.

They didn’t give a shit, and this became a horrific routine for Revynah. Everyday they would come back with more water and less food. They called her names, insulted her and laughed at her misery, wasting air she craved. They perpetrated this torture at a steady pace for a little over a month, then once again they did it less often and then one day Revynah was dressed in a worn-out cape and dragged into a larger room where she found Fringilla and other prisoners, empty glasses on the table at which they were seated, slumped on for some. For the first few days, Revynah was lying on the floor in a corner of the room, her eyes blank, staring into space and she didn't move a finger. The only evidence of her survival was her eyes blinking and her chest heaving as she breathed weakly. She didn't know why but Fringilla would give her some of the food that was given to them, helping her take a few sips of the wine they were left with. The first time she tasted it, she spat it out but eventually, she was so thirsty she had resigned herself to drinking it. When she spoke again after months of torture, it was to thank Fringilla. The two were never friends and Fringilla didn’t really like Revynah from what she had gathered over the years. The latter was an older and somewhat more powerful sorceress, despite never actually graduating from Aretuza, since she ran away before the ceremony. 

They knew that Fringilla was the official mage serving the emperor and Revynah did his dirty biding in the North. Until she came back to the academy with her colleague, no one had heard from her in years if not decades. There had been rumors of what people had called ‘the aguara of Nilfgaard’ but after she was imprisoned by the usurper for being a mage, the rumors began to be told less vividly throughout the empire. What was funny to Revynah was that she had never even been condemned for what she did to earn herself that nickname, she was only ever arrested for the fact that she had an affinity to chaos and never for the murders she committed, leaving disembowelled bodies like a trail behind her, though no one ever caught her. This was one of the drakest chapters of her life, and her biggest secret. Though, one single person knew about what she did, and it was the emperor. It was because he knew she could kill without ever being seen or caught, that he had made her his assassin. With the brotherhood having lost track of her and the fact she literally had no one to ever turn to, she was the perfect candidate. And she was very efficient at her job, so much so, Emhyr entrusted her with more duties. He probably thought she was one of the few people with real, unfailing loyalty to him, since he had rescued her from that cell, she was rotting in. He had some trust in her, though he didn't like mages in general, but she never failed him, until she did.

“Bring her back with the others.” The guards who had untied her dragged her down the dungeon's corridor and dropped her heavily into the room with the other prisoners. She was in such a constant state of pain, her whole body aching every second of the day, that she didn't even react and just stared at the ceiling for a moment, until Fringilla's exhausted face appeared above her, catching her gaze. The latter helped her sit at the table, on which Revynah could only collapse on. She watched Fringilla as she drank from her cup.

“Come on, drink up.” She handed her cup to the red-head and Revynah straightened up with difficulty, leaning on her arm as best she could. She almost dropped the cup but managed to take a few sips before putting it down. It tasted terrible but her stomach was so empty, she could have swallowed anything. She quickly fell asleep from the exhaustion. That night, she had a bad dream, like every other night for a year now. They were restless nights, plagues by incoherent and dreadful nightmares. A succession of disjointed and deformed memories entangled with her traumas and the torture she endured.

That night, she dreamed that she was back in the town where she lived the happiest and quietest couple of years of her whole life, where she met the father of her child and started to build a family of her own, until she was found by the brotherhood and everything went up in flames, except her. But this time, there was no fire. She walked down the street, looking at the piles of bodies surrounding her. Blood covered the cobblestones. She realized she held something in her hands and looked down. In her arms was the bloody corpse of her very own baby, a gaping hole in his tiny chest, and in her hand, a pumping heart. An immense despair then assailed her and a feeling in her guts made her realize that it was her doing. She was suddenly convinced that she had gutted her own child, as well as everyone else in town. She broke down in tears and fell to her knees, accidentally pressing the heart in her hand. The organ exploded at her face and she gasped, closing her eyes. Her hair was pulled down and she started gagging, a cloth on her face. She recognized the fat laughs of the knights, pouring water over her face, except it wasn’t water. It was blood they were drowning her with. She woke back in the room with a start, her eyes wide and her breath short. She was shaking and sweating profusely, trying to take deep breaths to calm herself down. Today was the day for another type of torture. She joined the others in tasting wine to make sure it wasn’t poisoned. When she wasn’t being flogged or waterboarded, drinking cups after cups of wine was what she was forced to do and with her whole-body aching and her throat sore, the alcohol didn’t make things better. She couldn’t even enjoy it. The wounds on his body barely had any time to heal before the knights came back at it, reopening the fresh scars with their lashes. And to make it even better, she was being denied any care so she was left to deal with her pain on her own so she drank as much as she could when she was on wine-testing duty. If she didn’t have those damn shackles and chains that repressed her magic, she would have painted the walls of the dungeon with their guts.

Sitting in the corner of the room, her head resting against the wall, Revynah stared ahead of her, half listening to the exchange between Fringilla and one of their cellmates as they drank. The cell was shrouded in darkness, lit by a few candles clustered at the center of the table and a large fire burning in the fireplace next to her. None of them had seen the light of day in months. It felt like they had been here forever and if it weren’t for Fringilla, Revynah would have had no idea that it had been a year since they were imprisoned. Being isolated for as long as she had and only ever being tortured messed up with her. She rolled her head to the side when she heard mice squeaking somewhere in the room. Revynah scooted closer to the fire, her face turned towards it. It wasn’t even winter and yet she felt so cold. She had chills all over her body.

“You wanna hear a good joke?” Fringilla was leaning on the table, her hand supporting her head. “I was born with more power than most could comprehend. Learned to bend Chaos to my will. Designed to live forever young and beautiful in the upper echelons of the court. Only to die here in a wine cellar with all of you…”

“You know the problem with you mages?” The man’s voice was hazy with alcohol. Fringilla glanced at the other prisoners around them and looked back at him.

“What?”

“You’re too bloody serious.” Fringilla was seized with a fit of laughter, nodding to the statement, slumping on the table.

“Yeah, helping the Brotherhood keep their power by proppin’ up rotten kingdoms is serious work.”

“Won’t be the case when Nilfgaard takes over.”

“Why?”

“Emhyr has no use for the mages. Case in point.”

“If I ever get out of here, I’ll play that game much smarter.” The former sorceress said to herself.

“I saw a man try to escape once. They sent the dogs after him. Tore him, limb from limb. The Emperor only absolves you once you’re dead, love.” His head tilted forward and fell gently on the table. Hearing his voice fade, Revynah glanced in their direction and crossed Fringilla’s gaze as she tried to get him to wake up, but he didn’t even react when she almost pushed off his seat and called for the guards. Another one of them had died. A knight came in with a body bag and threw it on the man.

“Put him in the bag. The lads will help me throw him out.” Fringilla sighed and Revynah saw her stare at the late prisoner. She wondered what she was thinking about as she stayed quiet for a few seconds before looking at her fellow sorceress against the wall. It didn't take her long to figure out the plan she had in mind. They were going to play dead. Fringilla called out to the guard, staring at Revynah, who stared back at her with her eyes blank. “What? Come on. Put him in the bag already.” 

Fringilla stayed quiet for a few seconds and turned to point at the red head. She spoke with a calm and poised voice. 

“We need more bags.”

“All that wine just makes them heavier.” The knight grunted as he grabbed the last body bag lying in the cart, throwing them away into the forest.

Revynah was still biting her hand hard to keep her from moeaning in pain after they threw her body rolling down among the others. She was going to have bruises all over her arms given how she had hit the ground and she could feel her wounds had reopened. The fabric of her clothing was sticking to her bloodied back. Her hand had gone numb from the biting, but it was unmatched by the pain that had gripped her as she felt the unhealed scars all over her back rip open in her fall. It had brought tears to her and a quiet whimper that she hadn't been able to contain but none of the two guards there had picked up on it and once they took care of the last body, they walked away. The horses neighed and the cart drove away. There was a silence lulled by the crackling flames of a nearby fire. Revynah tried to calm herself, unclenching her jaw from her hand with a shaky breath. She only dared to move when she heard noises next to her. She knew it was Fringilla getting herself out of her body bag. She got the confirmation when the latter called her name to find out what bag she was in and get her out in turn. 

Fringilla crawled to her and pulled open her bag and helped pulling her out. Gritting her teeth and grunting Revynah sat up and it took her a few seconds and some deep steady breaths to get over how badly she was hurting all over, and urged by her fellow sorceress, she eventually followed her lead, climbing with difficulty over the dead bodies. It was one of the most strenueous efforts she ever had to make. Fringilla grabbed her hands and helped her up. The two staggered as they walked away. They glanced at each other, looking to their left, watching the lights of the fortified city of Cintra twinkling in the distance, and to their right, a dark path stretching as far as the eye could see in the forest. The first choice they had to make was in which direction they would go, and they both knew that they couldn't go towards Cintra, or they would either be thrown back in the dungeon or killed on sight. They also had to take care of getting rid of their chains and cleaning themselves up because they were scary to look at, and Revynah needed to heal her wounds, or she would quite die from the infection that would follow. It was already a miracle that she had survived so much abuse for so long, but it would be better to not test her luck any longer. They decided to go somewhere east, away from Cintra and went deeper into the forest, walking for several hours until Revynah’s leg gave out and she fell to the ground. Fringilla shook her, trying to get her to wake up but she had lost consciousness.

“Revynah.” 

The sorceress slowly opened her eyes as she heard a voice calling her name, those eyelashes blurring her vision. She felt the soft warmth of the sun's rays licking the skin of her cheeks and a peaceful smile tugged her lips. She put her hand near his head and stroked the sheet of the mattress she was lying on and opened her eyes when her name was spoken a second time, but this time the voice was clearer and more distinct and she recognized the voice of Cahir, who made him suddenly open his eyes, realizing that something was wrong. Sitting up in bed, she looked around, contorting herself to feel her back, the skin of which turned out to be soft and without any scars. She pulled the blanket aside and revealed her bare legs and her skin was as flawless as the rest of her body. And Cahir was nowhere to be seen in the bedroom, which was the very bedroom she had stayed in ever since Emhyr became the emperor. 

A room where she had also spent a lot of nights with the former Commander of the Nilfgaardian army. Nights that now felt very bitter-sweet to think about. The relationship that was born between them was clearly not something she could have imagined would happen. And when her loyalty to Emhyr had crumbled, their relationship had soured somewhat and turned into something more ambiguous. They both felt something shifted and the truth was that their views didn't align anymore, and it became clearer when she ran away from the fiel during Sodden hill battle. She did miss what they had but she still felt wronged by him as he stood and watched the guards drag her to a cell after Fringilla ordered her away. He didn’t move a finger. She felt that even if in the end, it didn’t do anything, he could have still tried to step in and say something. In the early months of her being tortured, she blamed him and Fringilla. She was angry but quickly the pain became such that there was no room left for that resentment. She couldn’t even think straight any longer but started blaming the real culprit as it was Emhyr who ordered that she be tortured until death.

“Cahir?” She called for him, feeling that this whole thing must have been some dream or hallucination, as she got up from the bed and walked in the room. Approaching a cupboard, she picked up a small red mesh pouch, tied by a single golden string. It was filled with white rose petals, kept fresh by a spell. The spell also brought some protection to the person who kept this object on him. She stared at it for a hot second, remembering the day she gave this small gift to the knight. This whole thing wasn’t just some dream, it was a memory, and she it was replaying itself before her eyes. The moment she realized that something clicked in her mind and her body started acting on its own. She slipped the flower into a small envelope and turned to a screen. The fluttering moment she had felt a second before was gone and it was as if the situation had unlocked itself. This strange silence had been disrupted by the sound of fabrics behind the open door of a wardrobe and she instinctively turned in that direction, a smile on her lips. A freshly shaved and well-groomed Cahir appeared as the dresser was closed. Revynah had an inner moment of surprise, but her smile didn't flinch. He didn't look like the last time she saw him. Revynah walked past a mirror and for a split second, she doubled herself in her reflection, showing behind her present self like a shadow; hair dirty and in a mess, eyes tired and overall, badly messed up.

“What’s in your hand?”

“It’s a little something I made… I pulled the petals of a white rose apart and put them in this pouch. Add a little preservation spell to keep the petals fresh and pretty, and a protection spell, and you've got yourself a nice, enchanted object.” She sketched a bigger smile but then smirked. “You know I don’t do gifts, so you better take it.”

“Why did you make this?” He asked softly as he took it from her hand, looking at the petals inside.

“The White Flame is sending me out in some town in the North, to get intail on some dude. And kill him. Anyway, I'll be gone for a while.” Revynah both loved and hated to see this memory again. Because, after she went on to fulfil her mission, she also learned of the witcher they called the White wolf, hearing people sing Jaskier’s songs in a tavern. And learning her little brother was still alive after all this time was a game changer for her. This trip in the North took her from a follower of Emhyr to a deserter of the Nilfgaardian empire and traitor, but she didn’t know that back then.

“And you give me extra protection for when you’re gone?” He cupped her cheek with his free hand.

“Not that you need it, commander Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach.” She chuckled, looking into his blue eyes. 

“Say my name again.” He leaned in and their faces got so close that their lips brushed against each other's, the tips of their noses touching. She moaned his name as he kissed her and she woke up, his name still on her lips, echoing in her mind. She carefully brought her hand to her face, still able to feel his touch and sighed as her hand fell back onto her lap. The silence that followed made her look down and only then did she realize she didn’t have her chains anymore. Her wrists were red and bruised but she was free. Fringilla must have managed to remove them while she was passed out. Revynah looked around her. She was leaning against a wall, sitting on a pile of hay strewn on the floor of a barn. She stood up, gritting her teeth and made her way to the door and stepped outside. Fringilla was nowhere to be seen but that was the least of her concerns. She was probably already gone, and she couldn't blame her. They had never been great friends and dragging her with her in the forest was already more than she could have hoped for.

“Glad to see you’re not dead.” Revynah turned around and stared at the blonde woman standing a few feet away from her. Given her clothes, she was probably one of the peasants living on this farm. She held a bunch of folded clothes against her chest and carried a bucket of water with her. “Come. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

The woman walked past her and for a moment, the sorceress just watched her. Not knowing what to think of this, her first instinct was to doubt her intentions and be wary, but she eventually followed suit andentered a room adjacent to the barn where a washbasin sat in the center. It was filled with water, but the woman poured the content of her bucket in it and put down the clothes on the side. When she was about to leave, Revynah spoke.

“How did I end up in your home?”

“My husband found you lying in the dirt not too deep in the forest. He thought you were dead, but he saw you breathe and brought you here. He said you were repeating a name in your sleep... Cahir, I believe?”

“Thank you.” Revynah nodded with a smile to put an end to the conversation, and she was left alone. She didn’t waste any time and began to undress, her face was contorted with grimaces of pain as she peeled her garment off the wounds in her back. It was soaked with blood, and she let it fall to the side before stepping in the washbasin one foot at a time and she groaned quietly upon sitting in it. The stinging grew worse, and her lips trembled. She quickly rinced her hair, her eyes closed as she took deep breaths to not think of the pain. The water in the bath quickly turned a dark, dirty red color, a mixture of her blood and the filth that covered her body. She stepped out, braiding her hair over her shoulder, unable to take her eyes off how dirty the washbasin had turned. After a few seconds, she grabbed the clothes, tearing apart the shirt before wrapping it around her chest to cover her back and stomach before putting on the modest plain dress she had been given. She looked much cleaner now and joined the woman in the house where she was told the latter’s husband was out in town, having gone to the market and after drinking a soup she had brewed for her, it was time for her to leave. 

Revynah had in mind to go and visit an old friend of her mother's, also a druid and where she would find herbs and plants to concoct something to treat her severe wounds and really get her back on her feet. That she was no longer starving was already a good step forward, but it couldn't completely perk her up. The woman still insisted she leave with a few items, which included pieces of bread and dried meat, along with a horse. She set off and once she was far enough from the farm, she climbed down the horse, leading it with her and took a deep breath, wondering if she was going to successfully open a portal to get closer to where her mother's friend lived. Circling her hand in front of her and chanting a few words and a cloud of light appeared before her. With a smile, she was relieved to see her powers were still there and she stepped in the portals, bringing her exactly where she wanted to be. She could see Anika’s house among the trees in the distance. The druidess was going to have a heart attack upon seeing the girl she knew a century ago being now a grown woman and powerful sorceress, with a past not worth mentioning to her.

[To be continued…]  

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Published (07/04/2023) by Andrea

Taglist: @cathrin2405​ @kika64

#the witcher #the witcher fanfic #the witcher oc #the witcher fanfiction #the witcher season 3 #the witcher season 3 spoilers #the witcher netflix #The Witcher Netflix Series #the witcher netflix spoilers #the witcher cahir #cahir mawr dyffryn aep ceallach #cahir x oc #The Witcher original character #oc #original character #the witcher rewrite #the witcher fanfic series #the witcher fanfiction series #the witcher fic #the witcher fringilla #geralt's sister #the witcher season 3 episode 2 #the witcher season 3 episode 3 #the witcher season 3 part 1 #the witcher cintra #the witcher emhyr

[zoeysdamn]

Fanarts and illustrations masterlist

[MAIN MASTERLIST]

[Instagram art account]

Meet the artist 2023 (TW: mention of mental health issues)

Meet me in different universe //the 'girls on films' trend

The Wicther

The Witcher Tarot - Major arcanas

Jaskier Yennefer of Vangerberg Philippa Eilhart Anna Henrietta  Emhyr var Emreis  Avalla’ch  Yennefer and Geralt  Geralt of Rivia Angoulême  Emiel Regis Cirilla of Cintra  Radovid V  Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach Eredin Eithné Leo Bonhart  Tor Zireael    Triss Merigold   Milva Barring  Mistle  Tissaia de Vries [TW: blood]  Ciri     

The Witcher tarot - Figures 

King of Swords - Eskel  Queen of Swords - Cerys an CraiteKnight of Swords - Sigismund DijkstraPage of Swords - Fringilla VigoAce of Swords - Ida Emean aep Sivney

King of Wands - LambertQueen of Wands - FalkaKnight of Wands - Olgierd von EverecPage of Wands - Assire var AnahidAce of Wands - Sabrina Gleivissig

King of Pentacles - Vesemir Queen of Pentacles - Francesca FindabairKnight of Pentacles - Margarita Laux-AntillePage of Pentacles - ShaniAce of Pentacles - Sheala de Tancarville

King of Cups - Crach an CraiteQueen of Cups - Lytta NeydKnight of Cups - Iris von EverecPage of Cups - Hjalmar an CraiteAce of Cups - Keira Metz

Other The Witcher fanarts:

Geralt’s Hansa (books) Philippa Eilhart (cosplay/fanart) The witcher 3 genderbends More The Witcher 3 Genderbends (Geralt, Yennefer, Ciri) Fem!Radovid x Male!Philippa Eilhart (TW: blood) Empress!Ciri || Another Empress!Ciri Cahir x Empress!Ciri Queen of Cintra!Ciri Ciri x Cahir Pirates of the Caribbean AU Witcher!Yennefer MET Gala looks for Yennefer, Triss and Philippa Witchersona sketches Triss x Philippa (cosplay/fanart) Witcher!Ahsoka Tano (Star Wars x the Witcher AU) Regis mandrake liquor

Avatar: the last airbender

ATLA Tarot

Aang Azula The Painted Lady Ursa Ozai Iroh The painted Lady x the Blue spirit Zuko [COMING SOON] Toph [COMING SOON] Roku [COMING SOON] Ty Lee [COMING SOON] Kyoshi [COMING SOON] Jet [COMING SOON] Kô [COMING SOON] Suki [COMING SOON] Zhao [COMING SOON] Air temples [COMING SOON] Katara [COMING SOON] Yue [COMING SOON] Sokka [COMING SOON] Mai [COMING SOON] [surprise card] [COMING SOON]

The Sandman

There shall be night series fanart Crack headcanon crossover Hamilton x The Sandman

Wednesday

Tatto artist AU (Xavier Thorpe, Wenclair)Glitter and Gold Rave’n outfits for Bianca, Enid and Xavier

A-Z double characters challenge

A & B C to K

Original Art

Golden Aphrodite [redraw]Lady Loki [redraw]Party Medusa [redraw]Greek Mythology women - color palettes studyArt progress from 2018 to 2023Modern!Medusa x AthenaMonstersona V4Pole dance strugglesBrush and layer mode theory [practice]

WIPs & sneak peek

Ciri x Cahir inspired by 'Paolo and Virginia'Queen of Cintra!CiriATLA tarot: Katara's cardUnfinished Queen!Ciri x Knight!Cahir fanartATLA tarot: more sneak peeks

#Fanart #wednesday fanart #the witcher fanart #meet the artist #the sandman fanart #zoeysdamn art #artists on tumblr

[quietparanoiac]

"I thought you were dead."

The Witcher (2019–), 3x06

#The Witcher #The Witcher 2019 #The Witcher Netflix #The Witcher series #Cahir #Fringilla #Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach #Fringilla Vigo #Cahir x Fringilla #Eamon Farren #Mimi Ndiweni #Mimî M. Khayisa #thewitcheredit #witcheredit #tvedit #tvshowedit #smallscreensource #The Witcher 3x06 #my gifs #oh Fringilla you ungrateful brat #her blaming Cahir for what happened to her (whatever that 'think for yourself' meant) #is almost as stupid as Francesca blaming her for the whole baby plot mess #Cahir was more loyal to Fringilla in 2x08 than any sane person could be after 2x07 #and Fringilla's actions had nothing to do with Francesca's desire for revenge #also it feels like there should have been a few episodes between 3x04 and 3x05 #because some shifts are almost unexplicable

[disdaidal]

Fringilla & Cahir THE WITCHER (2019-2023)

#the witcher #thewitcheredit #witcheredit #twnedit #thewitcherdaily #witchersdaily #fringilla vigo #cahir mawr dyffryn aep ceallach #fringilla #cahir #fringilla x cahir #cahir x fringilla #mimi ndiweni #eamon farren #tvedit #thewitchersdaily #the witcher netflix #dailynetflix #dailyflicks #gifs by disdaidal

[kajaono]

Fringilla and cahir keep on having such an interesting dynamic

#fringilla x cahir #fringilla vigo #cahir #the Witcher #the Witcher season 3

[astaldis]

Chapters: 11/11   Words: 29,779 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach & Fringilla Vigo, Francesca Findabair | Enid an Gleanna & Fringilla Vigo  Additional Tags: Whump, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach Whump, Major Character Injury, Sickfic, Fever, Fever Dreams, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach Has a Bad Time, Blood Loss, Blood and Injury, Fringilla has motherly feelings, Friendship, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Cahir is a wet paper towel, Suicidal Thoughts, Mental Breakdown, Guilt, Resurfacing Past, Nightmares, Aftereffects of Torture, Headaches & Migraines, Trauma, Panic Attack, Swooning, Dehydration, Whumptober 2023, Whumptember 2023, August Whump Week

Summary: Cahir is badly injured and missing after his fight with the Scoia'tael on Thanedd island. Fortunately he has a good friend in Fringilla.

Inspired by Whump Week in August (Chapter 1), Whumptember (Chapters 7 and 9-11) and Whumptober prompts (Chapters 7-11)

Whumptober prompts for chapter 11: no. 1, no. 3, no. 7, no. 11, no. 21

#whumptober2023 #swooning #solitary confinement #radio silence #all the lights going dark and my hope's destroyed #captivity #don't move #the witcher netflix #fic #Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach #Fringilla Vigo #cahir x fringilla #cahir #Cahir Whump #eamon farren #Mimi M Khayisa #the witcher season 3 #whumptember2023 #whumptember2023 day four: Left behind #whumptember2023 day six: "I didn't do this; Framed #the witcher fanfiction

[its-all-ineffable]

The Witcher Season 3, Vol 1 - thoughts

Hi! Me! I just have to make a post because I binged all 5 eps yesterday and I am having thoughts and feelings and I need to get them out somehwere!

Long post ahead!

MAJOR SPOILERS FOR S3 VOL 1 BELOW!!!

So...JASKIER IS BISEXUAL!!!!

AND HAS A BOYFRIEND!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I just...I have so many feelings about this. Like, as a bi person, it means so much to see one of my fave characters be blatantly bisexual on screen! Also, Jaskier has had so much shit recently, and he deserves someone who loves and appreciates him properly, and I am very happy he got that.

I admit, I was worried about Radovid at first, I thought he'd be manipulative and scheming, especially being with Philippa and Dijkstra, but no, he seems like a sweet, kind man. Also, he instantly fell in love with Jaskier and is so fucking whipped for him - he performed his song to him cause he loved it, MY HEART!! Like...they are just the best, and I'm worried the relationship or one of THEM won't survive the season...but for now, HELL YEAH FOR JASKIER X RADOVID!😍🥰

Right - the plot has actually been pretty solid so far, and I'm enjoying it!

Ciri and Jaskier's dynamic is to DIE FOR and I am so happy they seem to be getting along. Would've loved to see the development of the uncle Jaskier and niece Ciri, but that's what fanfic is for I guess! Also, Yen, Ciri and Geralt as a family was fucking adorable.

Hell yeah for Yarpen being back, and for his arc of finally calling Jaskier by his name when Jaskier helped save his people! Also I screeched when Jaskier got shot with that arrow - I genuinely fear he might be killed, though I'm not sure why...🥺😬

GERALT AND JASKIER TRAVELLING TOGETHER, BESTIES HELL YEAH!!!!!🎉 Like, I would like a PROPER apology Geralt (I sigh, and turn to fanfiction, knowing canon will never give that to me), but I am so happy to see them back together. Also, the friendly banter and teasing, the casual affection, the fact that Geralt is actually asking Jaskier to help him and they seem to be super close again, like that is PRECIOUS TO ME!

I would've liked more Yennefer and Jaskier interaction though, I missed them, but hopefully we'll get that in Vol 2, cause we see a Yenskier hug in the teaser!

Geralt is such a dad, and he's been so good with Ciri (mostly) and it warms my heart seeing him be so tender to her. Like, they are just the best! That bit when she jumped on him, and they wrestled playfully?! MY HEART!😍 (Also, RIP original Roach, gone but not forgotten)

Yen and Geralt as a (romantic) relationship have grown on me, I admit, and they had amazing chemistry, especially those last 2 eps, but I am a firm Geraskfer lover (and I love Yenskier and Geraskier seperately too; I started a Geraskier girl though and always will be). Having them at that Ball, and being a power couple was the best though!

Speaking of the Ball, FUCKING STREGOBOR GOT FUCKED UP HELL YEAH FUCK THAT DUDE!!!! I HAVE HATED HIM SINCE S1, SO GLAD HE'S GETTING WRECKED!!!🎉😎 Also, that fucking Vilgefortz twist...I KNEW I DISLIKED HIM FOR A REASON! But that whole thing was so well done, and also, Istredd and Geralt dancing together... I died laughing!!!🤣

Philippa is actaully super interesting and I'd love to know more about her! Seeing Cassie Clare acting more is making me love her though, and I hope she gets to shine again as Mazikeen in Sandman as well. She's so talented.

Ngl, hate Francesca now. She lost her baby yeah, but then she KILLED INNOCENT BABIES AS HER REVENGE? LIKE NO. THAT'S NOT OKAY. That turned me against her, and she's just generally pissing me off, which is a shame cause I really liked her in S2. Glad Fringilla escaped though, wondering when we'll see her again!

Also, is it bad that I kind of shipped Cahir and that elf, Gallatin?🤷‍♂️ Idk, I thought they were cute. Ffs Cahir, killing him?! Also, detour, but, Dara's hair though?! Phenomonal!

Also, so happy to see Jaskier already in four episodes, and we're deffo getting more of him! So glad my boy is getting to do more this season!

Anyway, that's it, for now. I needed to scream about S3!

I'd love to hear other people's thoughts too, through replies to this post and reblogs of it with your thoughts on the reblog or in the tags! Or even in asks or DMs!

#the witcher netflix #the witcher #the witcher spoilers #the witcher season 3 #the witcher season 3 spoilers #my thoughts #had to get them out #long post #basically just thoughts being spewed out #I need to get them out though sorry

[icefrye19]

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓢1: 𝓐𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓾𝓼 𝓕𝓮𝓻𝓰𝓾𝓼 𝓡𝓲𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓸𝓷 in Chainborn { Coming Soon}

A year before the death of Princess Pavetta and her husband Prince Duny, they welcomed a son into the world whom they called Aelius meaning Sun. Unlike his sisters, the young Prince took more after his father Prince Duny and was every bit of the Niffagaerd as his father was.

Prince Duny was happy to have the long son he had longed to have. While, his sisters were favored by his grandmother he was often looked by her, and forgetten most of the time.

The young Prince was only a few months old when he tragically lost both of his parents to a shipwreck. Wreck with grief and anger, Calanthe couldn’t bare to be around the young Prince for long for he had reminded him of the hedgehog that took her precious daughter from her.

Aelius grew up in the shadows of his sisters often holding resentment towards his grandmother for her ill treatment over him. He began to hate his appearance and often wished he looked like his sisters.

Emiliana and Cirilla spent majority of their time with their little brother including him in everything and often calling their grandmother out on her behavior towards him.

King Eist, who loved the young Prince as his own son corrected his wife’s behavior towards Aelius. In truth, the Lionesses Queen did held love for the young Prince, admiring his bravery and courage; but couldn’t find it in her heart to show her affection towards him.

As his sisters excelled in magical arts and spells, Aelius excelled in sword fighting. Like his father, the young Prince was quick on his feet and skilled like a soldier.

At the age of 10, Prince Aelius had defeated the mighty soliders of Cintra in combat and was called as the Golden Lion of the North.

A few months later, his sister Emiliana was named heir to Cintran throne, while Cirilla was bethorted to Hjalmar an Craite, rather than the Princess Cerys which the young Lion cub held deep feelings for and much rather wed her.

But male traditions would never accept such a thing and instead Cirilla had found herself in a loveless bethorted with Prince Hjalmar.

A year following the succession declaration, after going back and forth with his advisors and wife; King Eist put forth his grandson Prince Aelius as his successor to the Skellige Isles, as the Jarl of Skellige had no heirs or relative to leave behind the throne to.

Emiliana, Cirilla and Cerys among majority of Skellige high ranks and noble man support Aelius claim towards the Skellige Isle, while Prince Hjalmar disprove of it.

Meanwhile, in the south nearly almost 10 years in his rule Prince Duny now known as Emhyr Var Emreis, now the Emperor of the majority of the Continent conquering small kingdoms adding it to his Empire.

Prince Duny survived the shipwrecked by bare luck, but lost his bevolved Pavetta. Devasted and grief sicken by his wife’s death, the Emepeor turned all his focus into gaining power for himself and his kingdom.

The Emperor intially resisted taking the Niffagaerd throne back for himself, yet was convinced and persuaded by Fringilla Virgo , a powerful sorcuress and old advisor of his father King Fergus.

In 1257, Emhyr arrived in Niffagerd with a small coup of soliders and overthrew the Ursupter reinstating himself as the ruler of Niffagaerd.

Once securing his rule to his throne, Emhyr sends a letter to Queen Calanthe demanding his children be return to him. The Lionesses responded back with threats and violence claiming they were her cubs now and they belonged to her.

And so for the next couple of years, Emhyr and Calanthe would sends threatening letters to each other, each ruler demanding the other head to their words.

After going back and forth, Emhyr sent a large coup of soliders to Cintra in 1266 to conquer it and bring his children back to him, with clear instructions to not harm an inch on his children’s heads.

Within a matter of days, Niffagaerd had taken Cintra adding it to its empire, yet would find their mission incomplete as the heirs of the Lion had escaped.

Now, as Prince Aelius find himself on the run with his sisters he would find himself in a quarrel of sorts as his the entire continent had persuaded a hunt for his sisters for their special power.

The only question was how long could the young Prince keep his sisters from danger?

In this storyline, King Eist is the king of the Skellige Isle, this does not follow the games or the books. Emhyr is not a pervert who wants to touch his daughters inappropriately over, but he is still a Villain in this, but redeemable.

He is still pretty messed up dude with schemes up his sleeves, but he does love his children deeply and just wants the best for them.

Emhyr conquering Cintra will be due to his hatred towards Calanthe and for withholding his children from him.

Cirilla will be a lesbian in this storyline because in the games she had more female lovers than male lovers, so I am sure she match more well with woman than men.

I haven’t mention this before but I will now but if you don��t like this story, don’t read it simple. I have gotten nasty comments on my A03 and Wattpad from people about portraying their favorite characters a certain way.

Everyone is open to their own opinions, but again don’t come for me because I have a different opinion than yours, let alone come after me over a fiction charcater.

They may be your favorite charcater, but to me they’re not mine. I have the right to my own opinion, and again this is alternative universe where everything is different.

As for the rest of you welcome aboard; I’m so excited to begin writing this story. I don’t really have an updating schedule I only write when I’m inspired or in the mood. So hopefully I will be able to post this story within the next week or two.

Thanks you all for your endless support and love on my stories, every comment and kudos means a lot to me.

Blessing to you all..

Love Ala

#the witcher #witcher oc #geralt of rivia #cirillatwinsister #cirilla fiona elen riannon #original character #wattpad #the witcher emhyr var emreis #pavetta of cintra #calanthe of cintra #cintra #nifaggard #yennefer of vengerberg #jaisker #the witcher netflix #cahir mawr dyffryn aep ceallach #fringilla vigo #alternate universe #eistuirseach #cerys an craite #ciri x cerys #cahir x reader #Hjalmar #skellige #Niffagaerd