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bumblesimagines · 9 months

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“ i'm extremely okay with this. “

- Ciri

“ i'm extremely okay with this. “

pronouns for y/n: he/him/his, male reader

Smoothing out the wrinkles on her dress, Ciri swept her gaze over those present. The Belleteyn festival. A chance for Ciri to feel normal again, to forget her worries for a night. All she felt was giddiness as she took in the lively attendees and listening to the music playing. She kept her mask close to her face and hoped nobody would recognize her.

Geralt and Yennefer's eyes bore into her back as she strode through the festivities, gaze bouncing around in order to soak everything in before they'd eventually be forced to go back out on the road in search of a new place to call home. She smiled and laughed at the performances, finally being able to enjoy herself. She turned to glance back at Geralt and Yennefer, shoulder bumping against someone and she saw it, a new vision.

She heard laughter, a mix of her voice and a stranger's. She saw someone's bare back turned toward her in a cozy bed and watched herself reach out to touch them. The wail of a baby pierced through next and she found herself holding a bundle that had her ashen-gray hair.

When she blinked, she saw the festival again and a voice rumbled near her ear. "Apologies." It sent a shiver down her spine and she whirled around, the mask nearly slipping from her fingers. The man tilted his head at her, (E/C) eyes peeking through the maroon mask on his face.

"You-" She caught herself and cleared her throat, finding that her hands had begun trembling. Had she just witnessed her future? Was she to become... a mother? A wife?

"Are you alright?" He asked, lips curling into a teasing smile. "Did I knock into you that hard?"

"No, I... Sorry, I..." At a loss for words for the first time in a while, Ciri certainly didn't miss the feeling. A hand gently touched her back and she glanced over her shoulder, finding Geralt and Yennefer at her side.

"Is something wrong, Ciri?" Geralt questioned, his eyes fixated on the man. Most would typically turn into blabbering messes when Geralt glared at them, but the stranger simply stared back at him until his attention turned to Yennefer and he grinned.

"It's been a while, Yen." He purred and scooped her hand into his, lips brushing against her knuckles. Ciri felt a flash of jealousy and blinked, startled by her own reaction.

"(Y/N)…" Yennefer breathed. "Vilgefortz said you were dead. He said you had been-"

"Killed in battle? And you believed that, Yen? You wound me." (Y/N) released her hand and shook his head, clicking his tongue in feigned disappointment.

"You know each other?" Geralt cocked a brow, a frown settling on his features.

"(Y/N) is a mage who worked alongside Vilgefortz sometimes." Yennefer explained to the bulky witcher, violet eyes never leaving (Y/N), almost as if afraid if she blinked he'd disappear. "The Brotherhood had attempted many times to recruit him for his abilities. Why would he lead us to believe you were dead?"

"He owed me a favor." (Y/N) replied coolly and shrugged his shoulders, the disinterest on his face clear as day. Yennefer and Geralt exchanged a glance.

"You're a mage?"

"Indeed I am, Princess." Ciri's heart skipped a beat and she nearly huffed. He was a stranger. A potential threat... and possibly her future husband.

"What are you doing here then, mage?" (Y/N) looked back at Geralt, locking eyes with him as Geralt placed a protective hand over Ciri's shoulder.

"I was passing through and heard about the festival so I decided to attend."

"Where are you headed?"

"Anywhere, everywhere, and nowhere. I have no real destination in mind since it seems I'll bump into an old friend in most places. Being found by the Brotherhood is the last thing I desire." (Y/N) tore his eyes away from the witcher to gaze around him. Ciri swallowed.

"You should come with us."

"Ciri-"

"We have the same dilemma. We can help each other. You stay with us somewhere where you won't be found and in return, you can teach me magic." Ciri proposed with a sudden boost of confidence. (Y/N)'s lips formed a grin and he peered back at her, eyes lighting up with interest.

"I'm sure our little mage wouldn't enjoy-"

"Oh, I'm extremely okay with this."

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cas-kingdom · 10 months

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PLS. GERALT TEACHING AKELA TO ICE SKATE 😩

Find the OC version of this fic here.

The air had been cold all morning, but somehow it was more so as you looked out across the frozen lake. Giggles carried towards you by the wind, soft laughter and teasing remarks from Ciri as she taught Yennefer to ice skate. One part of you longed to go and join them, but the other—

"Y/N."

You glanced over your shoulder. Geralt leant against the axe he'd been cutting wood with. His head tilted, one hand at his hip, he offered a knowing smile. "You can join them, you know."

He had already told you as such, so he knew you knew. Nonetheless, stubbornness ran through your veins like blood, and when your mind was set on something, it was set in stone. Though, Geralt had always considered himself adept at breaking that stone. He had an axe now, after all.

You sniffed and brushed your hair behind your ears, a useless act considering the winter breeze. You turned back to the lake and watched as Yennefer yelled out and slipped, grabbing onto Ciri with a flurry of giggles.

You were long over your aversion to the princess's relationship with Geralt, but this...feeling you had towards Ciri and Yennefer was unfamiliar and unanticipated. The two were obviously close. Ciri seemed to have that effect on people.

"No," you said eventually, "it's alright. Ciri has my skates, anyway."

Geralt shrugged. He dropped the axe and walked towards the lake. "We don't need skates. Come." He stopped by the bank and reached a hand behind him expectantly. When you didn't grasp it, he turned to see you stood in the same spot, unblinking. Geralt dropped his arm and sighed. "Y/N, you love to skate. Come here."

You didn't vocally decide not to listen, but Geralt was well versed in the behaviour of the girl he'd raised. When you crossed your arms over your chest, not defiantly, more unwillingly, he dropped his arm and let a small smile slip onto his face.

"You remember when I first taught you to skate?" he asked, stepping one foot on the lake. He tested it, his boot slipping easily across the smooth surface. "You were four."

You couldn't help but breathe a short laugh. "You mean I taught you."

The Witcher stepped onto the lake, using his arms for balance. He skidded a bit, then turned to face you. "I slipped over once," he reminded you.

"And used four-year-old me to keep you up."

Geralt hummed morosely. Admittedly, that had not been his finest moment. Still. He reached his arm out again and opened his hand. "If you are so good, come and prove it."

There was no hint of competitiveness in his voice, just a discreet encouragement, and you took it with a long sigh and a reluctant smile, trudging over to him and taking his hand. He helped you onto the lake, allowing you to grip his sleeve as you found your footing, and noted fondly that said grip did not slacken even as you both slid slowly along the outskirts of the lake.

Ciri and Yennefer were still far out in the middle, slipping and tripping and laughing until their hearts' content. Somehow, Geralt doubted you wanted to be close to them right now, and not because of your refusal to leave the safety of the lake's edge. He wouldn't discuss it with you until he felt you needed it. He had an idea of what was bothering you, but as long as it wasn't dispiriting you as much as it had when your disapproval had surrounded him, he was sure it would fix itself.

You let go of his sleeve eventually, eyes fixed on the ice as you slid along it. Geralt turned so he was gliding backwards, hands at the ready in case his apparently oh-so-professional child needed some support. You were determined, though, your lack of skates doing nothing to thwart you, and Geralt felt himself relaxing and enjoying the—

"Oh, fuck." The moment he took a single wrong step, everything went to shit. Balance long forgotten, Geralt went into panic mode, arms pinwheeling, feet fighting for traction. You panicked too at first, instinctively attempting to launch forward to catch him lest he fall straight forward, but when you figured out he was in no imminent danger, you straightened with a snort.

"Geralt, you—Geralt—Geralt, you're making it worse!" Your words arrived between barrels of laughter as Geralt continued in the reclamation of his balance. He looked like a newborn deer, its long legs unused to the ground beneath it. You had tears in your eyes and when a burst of hysterics echoed across the lake, you realised Ciri and Yennefer had noticed the spectacle too.

Your laughter died when Geralt did indeed fall forward, though from the look on his face you were sure it was purposeful. Before you could utter a single squeal of anticipation, he lunged towards you, grabbing your shoulders and pushing you down beneath him as he fell. His hands went behind your head to shield the impact but the wind was knocked from you all the same, even more so when the Witcher's tickling hands found your sides.

"Hey!" You could feel the laughter-induced tears on your cheeks freezing, the harsh wind almost as cold as the ice beneath you. Geralt made quick work of boxing you between his arms, poking and prodding and scribbling his fingers across every spot he knew you possessed.

"You may be better than me at ice skating," he ground out breathlessly, "but here is something I will always best you at."

"Stop ihit, you bihig lump!" You pushed at his face and Geralt grunted with his newly blocked vision. Seconds later, a heavy force ploughed into his back and he was knocked off course.

"Attack!" Ciri yelled. She grabbed piles of snow from the bank and shoved as much as her hands would allow down his jacket.

Geralt howled. "Fucking fuck, Cirilla!"

Yennefer leaned down and extended an arm towards you, still on your back and struggling for breath. You hesitated but took it. You stood up slowly, slipping once or twice, but made it safely into Yennefer’s arms. Yennefer held you close, a grin on her face as she watched the princess and the Witcher wrestle, and you found yourself leaning into her. Yennefer leant her chin on your head, and you relaxed. As always, there was never a need to worry.

Your family was too tight-knit to ever leave anyone out.

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caffieneaddictt18 · 6 months

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Moment of Peace

sorceress!reader travels with geralt and ciri as their healer and ciris mother figure as geralts wife. one relaxing day, reader shows ciri a little party trick that geralt doesnt know yet. ends with geralt and reader play fighting about why she didnt show him but showed ciri; and them all acting like a family

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As we finally settle in a meadow, surrounded by forest, I let out a sigh of relief. The feeling of sun against my face and the soft soil beneath me feels amazing.

"Ciri! Y/N! Go collect water. I'll be right back." Geralt commands, but before he can leave to collect wood and sustenance for the night, you stop him and give him a quick kiss.

"Be safe."

"Always am."

Those simple four words are all you need before you walk off into the forest for a few yards, before you come upon a clear water stream. You see Ciri standing in the water and feeling the sun while collecting water. As you join her in the water, she looks up.

"So... why do you allow him to order you around if you're his wife?" Ciri, blunt as ever, asks, not understanding that this is Geralt's way of showing his love.

"He doesn't 'order' me around. It's his way of keeping us safe. I'm a mage and can keep you safe. You're training and can keep me safe. Plus, he goes off and does the dangerous hunting, so we don't have to. It's his way of showing love." I explain his actions and why I react without losing my patience with the way Geralt talks to me.

"Oh. I didn't think about it like that." Ciri ticks her head to the side and continues to collect water.

"Geralt isn't conventional. But he is exactly how I want him. I wouldn't want it any other way." I start towards the bank of the river and continue walking along the greenery of the forest.

As Ciri looked on as you walked, she watched in mystery. The forest seemed to bend to your will. The trees would part to make a path for you and the stones would roll out of the way, leaving only soft soil for you to walk on.

As you both reached your camp site, Geralt was dragging a large deer, and a cloth behind him that was filled. Probably with wood.

You and Ciri both put your jugs down as Geralt drops the sack of wood off near you and walks to the trees to skin the animal for food & it's hide.

You have the sense to build the fire and let Ciri light it later. She's normally sleepy when you build the fire. Makes it easier.

As you both run around, you find a good size patch of daisies.

"Ciri!" You call over the girl, "Come here!"

The blonde girl runs over to see what you're looking at.

"Would you like to learn how to make a daisy chain? You can even put one on Geralt, if you'd like." You throw out the tempting offer to make the Witcher seem silly.

And Ciri quickly agrees. You sit down, careful to avoid the daisies, and show her how to make a daisy chain/flower crown.

As the sun is no longer at its nice, warm heat and enters the baking heat, you take Ciri down to the stream again to clean up. 'The sun will dry us faster' was your reasoning to drag the girl with you.

As you are cleaning your clothes and yourself off, you see Ciri doing the same. Perfect.

"Hey, Ciri! Would you like to see something?"

"Um... What is it?"

"I promise, no harm will come unto you from me. It's just a little party trick."

"Ok..." She waded closer to you as you met her in the middle of the stream.

You magically gathered the sweat and water from Ciri and yourself, throwing it into the air and condensing the clouds around the sun to have more water, allowing the clouds to form a sort of circle around the sun. As the sun continues to shine, the clouds begin turn colors... briefly pink, then a light green, and there's a light blue! (Refer to the picture at the top)

Ciri looks at the sky in awe. "You can do this?" She points to the clouds.

"Yes. When I was at Aretuza, they taught not just politics and magic. They taught basic sciences. This was one of those. I had asked my teacher why there as a rainbow after every rainfall. She explained it to me. Since then, I had been practicing it until I was able to perfect it. Took a couple tries, but it came one day, and it stayed."

"And you never showed me?" A deep, hulking voice inquired from the shadows. Of course, the yellow cat-like eyes gave him away.

"I'm sorry, Geralt. I thought of it as a mere party trick. And it's not like it is helpful when we are off on adventures." I laugh and 'apologize' for not showing my husband sooner.

"You better be sorry!" He charges out of the woods and into the stream, getting both you and Ciri wet again, before lifting you by the waist and carrying you back to base on his shoulder. Everyone was laughing and peace was covering the three of them.

Just a moment of peace.

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Author's Cup of Tea:

I am so sorry the ending was bad. I didn't know what to put for the ending so I winged it. Thank you all so much for your love and support of my work! I love to see everyone enjoying it.

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thewritersaddictions · 2 years

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Request: Ciri- The Lost Sister

Pairing: Ciri x Sister!Reader

Pov: Ciri

Warnings: Angst; Fluff; missing sibling; angst to fluff; Kahr Morhen; first female witcher; transformation.

Summary: Long before Ciri was born, her long-lost sister was lost to the mountains.

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A/n: @firefly-graphics for dividers; This is for @chocotacobread as a request! I hope you enjoy

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My grandmother Queen Calanthe would tell me stories about a lone and wild girl that got lost in the mountains. One with a strong arm, and the prettiest of laughs. She was just a few years older then I was. Born a few years before me. Her blonde hair was a staple of every outfit she wore.

The kingdom was in love with her. Her personality drove the kingdom togood fortune and great times. Even when Queen Calanthe was more then ready for a war that was far from us at that time. When I was older though my grandmother told me a different story.

One that was riddle with lose, and fright to the ends of the earth. She sat me down, it wasn’t a bedtime story by anymeans. It was just the truth. A dark and scary truth was being told as my grandmother sat me down at the end of my bed.

“Now listen to my every word child. You are your mothers daughter, but you are also her second daughter. Your mother was my only child, and she was the nicest person in the whole kingdom. She had a true sense of reliability within her, and when she gave birth to your sister the entire kingdom was in enlittlement. A beautiful baby girl, who looked just like her mother. You don’t remember your sister. A little to young to remember her running around the halls, and forever getting the guards in tangles with each other.” My grandmother said looking at me.

She grasped her hands around my much smaller ones, and gave me a sadden look. “Your sister when you were just a babe went out to the gardens. Your mother was consumed by her need to support you, and the guards were not paying attention. Your sister got lost all by herself. In the gardens she was declared as lost to the kingdom, lost to the mountains and to everything that she was to become.”

There was a statue in the garden dedicated to my los sister. In the stone it was engraved her name. ARES and under her name was “Lost in the garden, but not to her people and kingdom.” I used to watched the stuate from my bedroom window and used to think that I’d never find her, and the only thing I’d ever know about her was her statue.

I had forgotten the stories months later, when I watched my grandmother stumble over her words and try her hardest to tell me to be a strong young women that she knew I was. As I ran away from war that Nilfgaard had caused with my kindom I saw yet the same garden that my sister had gotton lost within. It was burning, tall trees, flowers, and status burning and breaking as the horse led me away far away from the horror that was now mine.

Geralt and I set out to find Kaer Morhen. Or not find it as in it was lost but go back to it. Geralt had declared that if I was going to be requesting his help in becoming strong and able to fight for myself that we would need to go back to his home.

Kaer Morhen was in the cold and snowy mountains of the land. A long trip up through woods, and mountains and finally through all the snow. I had asked Geralt a thousands questions about where we were going, the people there and what it was like. Every question was ignored.

“Geralt will you just tell me a little about the people there at Kear Morhen?!” I was more then excited, excited in part to learn more about Geralt considering I had been told that Geralt was destiny. Not that I know what the hell that truly means. But still I asked my questions, and got vague answers back of course. But answers were answers nonetheless.

“So… I know you said there hasn’t like ever been a female witcher, but is there a female witcher at Kear Morhen?” I asked with a sense of intrigue. He grunted as we stop just short of the gate of Kear Morhen. He turned, and looked down at me. Yellow eyes looking deep into my heart and soul. “Why?” He asked, I just looked at him. “Why, because I wanna know.” I said straightforward.

He gave me an arched brow, and hummed. Short response for something that needed more then that kind of response. “Yes, Ciri if you must know there is a female witcher the first of the kind. She the best at swords, and hand to hand combat. I’ve never seen that girl not hit a target.” Geralt said as the gates opened on Kear Morhen.

When Vesemir finally saw who was at the door he rang out to the rest of the witchers. “Geralt, you must come and fest with us and bring your guest along side with you.” He said patting hard on Geralts shoulder. “Do you remember Ares?” Vesemir asked Geralt. I froze in my spot.

My sisters name clinging to my mind and my feet began to stick to the snowy and frosted ground. “Ciri?” Geralts voice rang out. “Come meet Ares.” That’s when I saw her, poking her head around the corner and hugging Geralt deeply. Her graze over to me. “Who is that little girl you brought alongside you?” She asked him.

“Ciri, of cintra. She wants to learn how to fight and to defend herself. She asked me to help so I brought her hear.” Geralt went on, but it didn’t matter Ares was walking to me. “Cintra?” She yelled from across the yard. I shook my head. “Ares of Cintra?” I asked back. “The lost daughter, the one from garden. Grandmother always talked about how Ares got lost in the garden and was never found again.” I spoke. She stopped infront of me. Her features reminding me of m.. Our grandmother.

“Ciri…” She went on to say. “I thought I’d neer find you again.” She said as she find her grip on her words. “All I’d ever heard was the stories how your disappearance. I never thought you’d be here with Geralt and all of his people. Wait! Are you the first female witcher that Geralt was talking about earlier?” I asked, my eyes were in amazement.

Bewildered by the fact my long lost sister was standing right there in front of me. “Geralt talks now does he. He is right, the first female witcher, and proud of it. With Vesemir help alongside with Geralt’s help. They’ve done a good job.” Ares went on to say.

I didn’t care anymore I just wanted to hug her, I closed the space between us and took a leap into faith. I hugged her tighty, and tired not to cry and failed. Regardless I hugged her and she hugged me back. Finally I had found my lost sister. Geralt may had been my destiny to finding my lost sister. Ares brought her hand up and patted my hair down calming me down.

“We are together now, Ciri. Together”

Completed on: 08/16/2022

Posted on: 08/17/2022

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bloatedandlonly · 2 years

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Any Witcher3 writers currently taking requests?

#witcher 3 #x reader #witcher x reader #ciri x reader #princess cirilla #geralt of rivia #lambert x reader #lambert #eskel x reader #eskel #vesemir #child surprise

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kiritella · 9 months

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For those who haven't read The Witcher, I feel the need to tell you some things...

Ciri was something around 10, I think, when she met Geralt, and was a terrible brat.

One of the first times Geralt met Ciri, he gave her a piggy back ride because she hurt her leg.

He told her a bed time story because she asked him to.

Geralt is a sarcastic bastard, especially with Ciri.

Ciri led Geralt by the hand when he had to be blindfolded while walking through Brokilon forest by the Dryads.

Ciri would cling to Geralt's thigh when she was frightened.

Geralt would cuddle Ciri so that she could fall asleep, and she would reach out to him as she slept.

There were hugs, and I think all of them were initiated by Geralt himself because he could see that Ciri was frightened or he was just very happy to see her.

Stay tuned for more...

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procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics · 10 months

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witchers x maleficent!/fae!reader

summary: how witcher characters would react to someone having maleficent type horns/wings and magic

notes: got this out just in time for the new season phew

warnings: gn!reader, lambert the middle schooler, jaskier's composing

tagged: @majesticwren @obsessiveformiyatwins @levithestripper @lu-in-the-library @sunndust (msg me to be added!)

based on this request | masterlist | requests are OPEN!

Geralt

He’s mostly just praying that fate isn’t throwing another curveball at him

Sureeee he’ll spend time with you!! (his fingers are crossed and he’s praying let them be normal let them be normal

Will end up totally accepting you, but he doesn’t love the attention that comes from being a witcher in the company of a fae

He secretly adores your wings

Jaskier

Immediately in song-writing mood

Will make up things about your life to fabricate contents for his ballads

Won’t treat you very different from his other ~weird~ friends

Loves loves loves the attention that comes with it (read: basks in it like the sun)

Yennefer

Yen is fascinated

The academic in her wants to tell her colleagues

And the girl who was all alone and abandoned in her absolutely adores you

You’d do good to make sure that she’s on your side, or she might sell you out

Definitely wants a piece of your magic either way

Ciri

Poor ciri

Eugh she just wants some friends

That don’t die…

She loves your horns and wings

Definitely adores you for also being *different* and having your own magic thing going on

Eskel

He adores your wings

If there is a wing care routing, please let this man do it

Otherwise, he might invent a conditioner-potion for your wings

Don’t scare him in the beginning though, or you may get stabbed

Lambert

Has the reaction of a seventh-grader

Might literally go woahhhhhh

Big hater, but not against you

Will protect you, but will also ask you if you can carry stuff with your horns constantly

Yeah becoming a christmas tree-esque creature may be a con

Coen

Coen honestly just enjoys a helping hand

Your magic will in fact be contributing to his work

Tbf he also makes sure you don’t get killed by angry farmers

The whole thing starts off as a symbiotic relationship but will turn into a friendship (if not more hehe)

Vesemir

Bro does not trust you

Thots and prayers girldude

Oh you have horns and wings? LIKE A MONSTER??

Unless one of his witchers (read:children) introduces you to him, he may attempt murder

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renren-006 · 22 days

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Hi there! I’m an angst addict so I was thinking like a story about the sorcerer ball that Geralt and Yennefer attend in season 3 but with the Reader who is like dating Geralt has to stay behind with Jaskier and Ciri has some jealousy because of Geralt and Yen’s history and starts thinking that our white wolf would prefer her instead….if that makes sense 😭

Preference? | Geralt x Fem Reader

word count: 909

a/n: omg yesss!! i had fun writing this so enjoyyyyy!!

The ball was that evening, and after the long boat ride and fight you, Geralt, and Ciri had to go through, you were looking forward to it. What you didn't expect was Geralt sidelining you with Jaskir and Ciri. You stood there dumbfounded and Yennifer and Geralt explained that it would make more sense to have more people watch Ciri. You watched him leave that night in an elegant outfit and a single kiss before he went towards the castle.

“He loves you, you know that right Y/N” Jaskir said to you.

“How Jask. Look at Yennefer. I'll never look like her, and I'll never be as powerful…” you told him. You and Jaskir were best friends before Geralt even entered the picture. He glanced over at you, seeing you go through heartbreak after heartbreak. This time, both of you wanted this to be the last. He hugged you as Geralt disappeared beyond sight.

Ciri, however, didn't notice anything. Absorbed in her own little world for a bit, or at least for most of the night, she didn't let on that she had been listening to you. She saw the way Yennifer was eying Geralt. It wasn't until a few card games that she talked about it.

“I prefer you over Yennefer.” She told you. Jaskir looked at you, seeing the smile and shock on your face. “I don't like that he didn't ask you to go.”

“I…I don't either, Ciri” you told the young girl.

“He loves you. I think he's just being stupid,” Ciri told you, comforting you. The young girl had taken a strong liking to you in the years you had been with and known her. She thought of you like a mother, a guardian, someone she knew would lay down her life to protect her. You managed to find her before Geralt and keep her safe while helping her find your lover and her guardian. Once you did, it felt like a family reunion. You remember meeting Yen with them and discovering her betrayal. Seeing her now and knowing she was trying to be genuine, you had no reason to worry, yet you did. The rest of the night was a mix of worry and jealousy.

You worried he would realize how much better the woman before him that night was than you. How powerful she was and how it barely compared to you. How could she teach Ciri far better than you could about magic, even though Ciri had mastered most, if not all, of what you had taught her so far. You just wanted Geralt to love you for you, and you felt as thought you might always be compared to her.

When morning came, and Geralt walked through the door with Yennifer, you noticed he wore a different outfit. You glanced at Yennifer, who was doing her best not to look over at you. Her face was flush, and her eyes were cast down away from you. Your worries were confirmed.

“I knew it,” you said. Geralt's eyes flashed with worry, worry that you had figured it out. You stormed out the back door, and Geralt followed after.

“Y/N! Y/N/N!” he yelled. Your flowy flower dress flowed in the wind as you continued storming off towards the woods, wishing to be with the trees. Soon after, you fell to the ground in the middle of a clearing, hearing and feeling the forest energy.

“Are you alright?” Geralt asked, kneeling next to you.

“You slept with Yennifer didn't you?” you asked, tears in your eyes. “You know I'm nothing compared to her. How could I ever expect to be better than her? You'll always want her…”

“Y/N that's not true” Geralt said, his husky voice causing you to shiver away.

“Yes it is” you said, power serging from you, rumbling the woods. “I am nothing compared to Geralt, I have less power, less beauty...”

“Y/N! I told her I wanted to marry you "Geralt said, holding your face in his hands.

“What?” you said. Suddenly everything in you went quiet, including the world around you.

“I told her I wanted to spend my life with you from now on. That she meant nothing to me anymore.” Geralt's words cut through you. Yennifer's downward look wasn't because she was sorry she slept with him, but because she was sorry she tried to and got rejected. You realize that Geralt's clothes were probably because he was tired from the long night of fighting that Yen lent him clothes, not because he wanted to stay.

“You want to marry me?” you asked him, tears in your eyes

“Yes,” he said firmly.

“I'm sorry…I was…” you stumbled over words.

“It's okay. Darling i understand” He said kissing your tears away, “I understand why you got there. Why you think I loved her? I don't”

“I know that now” you said slightly laughing, “I love you”

“I know, darling,” he said. He helped you stand and walk back towards that little cottage with your family inside. Yennifer came over and apologized profusely. She wanted nothing more than to be friends and to set up the wedding. She was happy he found someone like you and that she wouldn't ever get in the way. You were happy your worries were not true and that Geralt was the man for you forever.

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jonkentsglasses · 1 year

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IN THE SPAN OF THE SAME FUCKING WEEK WE GET SUPERMAN BUT LOSE GERALT

HENRY SAID THAT HE'LL ONLY CONTINUE THEE ROLE IF THE SHOW STAYED TRUE TO THE BOOKS. NETFLIX IF TOU CAN'T EVEN STAY TRUE TO A FUCKING BOOK THEN CANCEL THE FUCKING SHOW

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daddyy333 · 8 months

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Geralt of Rivia Fluff

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

word count: 2.6k

warnings: reader is injured at the beginning, reader is wounded, reader gets stitches (I think), clingy geralt, ?

summary: Never in your wildest dreams did you think Geralt of Rivia would turn out to be the clingiest boyfriend you’d ever had

When you first started your relationship with Geralt- actually, scratch that. When you first met Geralt you thought he was the furthest thing from clingy. He barely even spoke, much less touched you or even looked in your direction really.

After he fell out with Yennefer, he met you. He was planning to just stay in this small village for a few days and rest, knowing he had to keep moving so no one would find him and Ciri. That was until he stumbled upon you.

He found you running from some odd and probably hungry monster, looking to feed…on you. Possibly one of the most gorgeous women he’s ever seen. You looked quite out of place, your light pastel purple skirt gradually getting covered in dirt as you tried to escape the creature.

You yelped as you tripped over a branch, sobs racking your body as you fell face first into the dirt. You groaned, cursing frantically through sobs, trying to crawl away from the creature.

“fu- FUCK!” You said as the creature drug his claw across your thigh. You cried out, whimpering as you finally accepted your fate. Suddenly, right when you feel it’s stinky, hot breath on you it disappears just as fast.

You couldn’t see what was happening, back facing upwards and your face still buried in the ground. You felt a man’s hands on your waist and you screamed, curling tighter even though it caused more pain to pulse in your thigh.

“Miss, I’m the one who just saved your life. I’m…a Witcher. Even if you hate me right now, I’d like to help you if that’s alright?” He said as he walked in front of you bending down so you could see him. You whimpered as you said “p-please don’t hurt m-me”

“I’m not going to. I just need you to cooperate and I promise you’ll be just fine in a little while” he said and you nodded. He scooped you up and plopped you on his horse, making you cry out in pain.

“Can you…mmm- b-be gentle?” You asked and he sighed. He mumbled an apology and started leading Roach back to his lodgings that he found sufficient for a few days.

You had passed out then, and he realized that his poor excuse for a tourniquet failed. “Shit,” he said and laid you on his bed, pulling your skirt off to help him treat you better.

“Oh gods, what the hell is this?” Ciri asked and Geralt sighed. He poured a disinfectant on your thigh as he said “found her being chased by a monster. Did my job. Now I’m helping her” “why didn’t you just find a doctor to do it?” She asked, setting her bag of fruits down and beginning to wash them.

“Don’t have the coin for it. Why so many questions, Ciri?” He asked and she shrugged. She looked over and said “I don’t know, just…feels unusual” “she needs help. I’m providing it” he said and Ciri nodded, chuckling.

He treated you to the best of his abilities and waited for you to wake up, going out and chopping some wood to fill his time and also training with Ciri a bit. When he came back inside it was nighttime and you were still sleeping.

He knew you weren’t dead, he could hear your heartbeat faintly and you weren’t super pale anymore. He walked over and shook you lightly, trying to wake you up. “Miss?” He asked, and you still didn’t budge.

He sighed and then nearly jumped when Jaskier busted in, a little drunk admittedly. “Ohhhh Geralt!” He sang, stumbling in. Geralt sighed and stared at him, hoping Jaskier wouldn’t cause too much trouble because he needed to look after you.

You groaned softly, rubbing your eyes and coughing a few times. You tried to sit up but moving your thigh cause immense pain. “Ahh!” You groaned, trying to figure out what the hell happened.

“Hi, Miss. Are you alright?” Geralt asked and you jumped slightly. You looked around frantically and then said “w-where is my skirt?” You asked and he cleared his throat. He showed that it was on a table and said “I had to take it off to treat your wounds”

You looked down at your thigh and winced, gently touching it and moving the bandage. “Thank- th-thank you” you said, looking up at him. Jaskier walked over with a smirk on his face and said “and who are you-” “Jaskier,” Geralt scolded softly.

“Y/n…of Aedirn” you said and smiled a little. You noticed a look of confusion on his face and you understood why. You were in a far away village near Creyden, why? “Julian Alfred Pankratz?” You asked the brown haired gentleman and he smiled. He nodded and said “that would be me. Viscount of Lettenhove”

You nodded and looked up at the white haired Witcher, sighing. “Uhm…Rivia…Geralt?” You asked and he nodded, a small smile on his face. Ciri had came out of her room and scoffed at the interaction. “Are you blushing?” She asked and Geralt shot a stern look her way.

“You should be asleep” he said and she shook her head. “Jaskier woke me up” she mumbled and he gasped. He ran over and hugged her as he said “I deeply apologize, my little pocket sized princess. Oh, you should get your beauty sleep come on”

You chuckled a little at the interaction and Geralt bent down to your level. His gaze made butterflies swirl in your stomach. “How are you feeling?” He asked and you sighed. You look down at your leg and said “sore. And dirty” “would you like me to help you with a bath? I would leave you alone but I don’t think you’ll be able to walk properly for a while” “I appreciate it. Yes, thank you” you said and he got to work.

He ended up staying for longer just to care for you and you told him your story. Your parents turned you away because you were secretly harboring magical abilities behind their back and they had strong opinions against that. You’ve been running around all over the continent trying to figure out where’s safest but it’s been tough and technically your homeless.

But he was so infatuated with you he wasn’t really thinking when he said “travel with me. And Ciri of course, and sometimes Jaskier” You shook your head and insisted you couldn’t, you would only be a bother. He insisted instead that you come along.

He was a man of mostly few words, and kept to himself quite a bit. You spent a lot of time with Ciri. You would teach her to cook, help her control her chaos, braid her hair, and even tell her stories of your travels before you met them. The two of you almost seemed like mother and daughter at times but neither of you noticed. You just felt like best friends.

You had to admit, Geralt was a beautiful man. When you caught him shirtless once, you nearly fainted. He was just so handsome, and you wanted to kiss every scar on his body till he forgot about them.

But you thought you never stood a chance with him. You knew about what happened with Yennefer and assumed that because of that you wouldn’t be able to have any romantic relationship with him. Even if you tried, you think it would be rude because of how much happened between them. Truly you are still convinced to this day that they are soulmates, and he would drop you in a heartbeat if she came back and wanted to try again. But that’s a story for another day.

Months go by, you’ve completely healed so long ago you don’t need to burden them any longer with your presence but you feel so welcomed and safe with them. However, after about a year or so you’ve started to think that maybe it would make things easier if you went off on your own again, like it used to be.

You packed your bags and made your way to the lake where Geralt was fishing from. “Hey,” you said, walking up to him. He looked over at you and grunted in response. “I uh…I’ve been thinking and I’m gonna go out on my own again. I’ve been healed for months and I don’t need to stay and bother you any longer. Im grateful fo-”

“Stop,” he said, putting down his net. He shook his head and said “what are you talking about? You are not leaving” “Geralt…I-I was only supposed to travel with you until my leg healed and it’s been over a year. I’m okay now. The less people you have to travel with the easier, so I thought maybe I’d-”

“No. You can’t go. You can’t- do not go. Y/n, why do you say such stupid things?” He asked and you shook your head. You scoffed, shaking your head as you said “why do you care so much? I’m just some strange, homeless woman you met a year ago and just so happened to save from a really stinky monster”

“You’re- why do you think so little of yourself? Stop talking about this nonsense, I don’t want to hear it” he said and you rolled your eyes. You folded your arms and said “so what? I cant go because you say so” “Ciri needs you! I ne- mmm. Go back inside, you’re not leaving” he said and you gasped.

He looked away, obviously shy and embarrassed and you blushed instantly. Did he really mean that? “Geralt…” you said and he ignored you. You walked over in front of him but he still wouldn’t look at you.

You cupped his cheeks and said “what were you going to say?” “I- I can’t. It’s- it’s not fair to Ciri” he said and you sighed. You looked over his facial expression and let go, slowly walking away. He squeezed his eyes shut and sighed.

He decided to just say it in case he never got the chance again, even though he was scared. “I need you, y/n! Alright? There, I said it” he said and groaned as if he was annoyed. You smiled then, just slightly as you stopped walking, butterflies swirling in your belly.

“I thought you didn’t need anyone?” You said as you walked over again. He looked away, feeling so embarrassed he could run away. You almost couldn’t tell, just a small furrow between his brows aside from his usually stoic expression.

“I also said I didn’t want anyone needing me but now Ciri doesn’t get to leave my side and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I guess I lied. And I need you.” He said and you nodded, taking a deep breath. You looked over at what he had already caught and said “alright, fine”

You began to walk away and yet again he pulled you back, pushing you against a tree as he cupped your cheek with one hand and your waist with the other. He looked scared, and you were just about to tell him he didn’t have to do this but then he kissed you and your mind blanked.

He slowly and gently licked into your mouth, connecting your tongues as he caressed and squeezed your waist. You were blushing and smiling so hard as your tongues swirled together, his warm hands making the butterflies in your belly worse.

You pulled away, feeling your face was going to explode and he was only making it worse. “What?” He asked as you stared at him. You giggled and said “you’re smiling,” “no, I’m not” he said and blushed, kissing you again.

He never stopped touching you after that day. You tried to keep this new relationship from Ciri but not a week later she caught Geralt embracing you as you made breakfast. He knew you were upset at him, but he couldn’t help the grin on his face as you scolded him, knife pointing towards him with your hair in a messy bun from when you slept and your nightgown still draping over your beautiful body.

She seemed a bit confused about it, clearly distracted during lessons and keeping to herself for a while after that. You never heard the end of it considering Geralt lingered around you quite a bit and had become so talkative as he got more and more comfortable with you everyday.

Eventually she warmed up to your new relationship, especially since she was seeing it all the time everywhere every day. He couldn’t keep his hands off you to save his life. Quite literally, he almost got seriously injured trying to get you away from one of the many monsters he's fought and killed.

And now, it’s high noon and you’ve been stuck in bed underneath a giant white haired man. A little sex, and a lot of cuddling has gone on in the last 16 or so hours. You assume at least. You’ve been too busy with Geralt.

“You know, I thought when we started seeing each other romantically that we wouldn’t last because I would feel insecure due to the lack of attention you’d give me. The last thing I’d expected was this” you said, making him lift his head up.

He searched your eyes as he said “do you…not like it?” “No, no, I love it, I just- well…have you met yourself? You’re not exactly very affectionate to everyone you meet” you said and you both laughed.

“I just…love you so much” he said and you blushed. He’d told you it took him so many years to tell Yennefer he loved her and you two had only been romantically involved for a little over a year. And it’s been the best year of your life.

He trusted you so much. He chose to be vulnerable and he chose to be vulnerable with you. It was the greatest feeling ever. You’d never given him a reason not to trust you and as scary as it was he reacted directly to that fact every single day he was with you.

“I love you more. My sexy, white haired lover” you said and he blushed. You kissed him and he said “the only white haired lover you’ll ever have” “for the rest of my life” you finished, kissing all over his face.

He smiled and it made you blush. You couldn’t help it. 10 years could pass and you’d still feel so shy when you could make him smile. “As much as I do love this, I am quite hungry” you said and he sighed. He rested his head back on your chest for just a moment longer and then got up, looking around for his clothes.

You smiled, rolling onto your side and admiring his body. “Don’t look at me like that,” he said, turning around. It was a little bit of a strain but you reached over and smacked his ass, making him gasp and reach over to the other side of you, doing the same.

You squealed, calling a truce because you knew how quick he could turn this dirty and your ass was already sore from being slammed against so many things last night and also from having you in- never mind. If you keep remembering you’ll only get yourself worked up again and then you’ll never leave this bed.

“Dirty girl,” he said, leaning down and kissing you once he got his clothes on. You curled up in bed for just a little longer, smiling at the fond memories of how amazing it’s been loving Geralt for the last 2 years. Even when you weren’t together, you did everything you could think of to subtly show your love for him. You wouldn’t trade him for the world.

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frost-queen · 8 months

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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.

“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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For Eskel

Read the OC version of this fic here.

A/N: After season 2, I intended on writing many Witcher fics to further accommodate Akela (reader) in the universe you’ve all helped me create since season 1. Unfortunately, my writing hit a bit of a bad spell and those fics are still very much WIPs. Alas, they will not be much longer in the making, I promise. For now, please enjoy the first of them. <3

Title: For Eskel

Summary: In the Temple of Melitele, you grieve Eskel.

Words: 3591

You weren’t sure how you found yourself in the hallway of candles. You’d been wandering through endless corridors, neither your mind nor your soul in the right place, until the flicker of orange caught the corner of your eye. You stopped, tiredly observing Nenneke lighting the candles. The priestess offered you a smile but continued in her work, sensing that words would fall short on you tonight.

She was right, of course. You had felt off since the memorable night after you’d returned to Kaer Morhen with Geralt and Ciri. Though the off-ness had lessened somewhat since, you still often felt the brunt of it sneak up behind you, just when you might have believed things were going in the right direction.

Slowly, you lowered yourself to sit against a pillar. You had been to the temple before, seen the candles as you walked back to your room in the evenings, but you’d never paid them much attention. Geralt might have told you what they were for once, something about welcoming travellers in the night, but you looked at them now with an altered though unfamiliar view. The flames comforted you. There were hundreds of them, lighting people’s way through the hallways, providing some semblance of warmth and solace they might not have been able to find elsewhere. Or perhaps that was just you.

You weren’t sure if your exhausted body had succumbed to sleep or you’d simply not been paying attention, but when you picked up the foggy sound of shuffling, and your mind shoved you into painful reality once more, you saw Ciri amongst the candlelight. Nenneke had disappeared further down the corridor, but Ciri was close by, carefully touching wicks to flames.

You rubbed at your eyes and stood to your feet, your stiff joins protesting to the movement after who knew how long you’d been still. Sleep must have taken you, then.

Ciri turned to glance over her shoulder, her hand pausing before it lit its next candle. She stared at you for a moment, then glanced at a ring of white candles surrounding a single unlit one. “You should do Eskel’s,” she quietly suggested.

You felt a pang in your chest, of both pain and fleeting anger that the princess had brought him up when you’d been trying so hard to forget, but you pushed it down, rolling your shoulders to ground yourself. “What?” you muttered, the words raspy.

“His candle.” Ciri suddenly sounded hesitant, but the trait she possessed most was persistence. “They’re what this is all for. We light candles for those we’ve lost.” She tried a half smile as you took slow steps towards her. “This is Roach’s—” Ciri pointed at a candle that looked no different to the next—“and this is for Mousesack. I told you about Mousesack, I think.”

You wouldn’t soon forget that name. Still, you said nothing, stopping by Ciri’s side. You didn’t accept the flaming stick offered towards you, instead reaching out to gently press your fingers to the warm wax of Roach’s candle. The flame seemed to react to your touch, leaning towards you, brightening for a moment before dimming.

“Will you tell me about Eskel?”

“Why do you want to become a witcher?”

Ciri was obviously taken aback by your quick interruption. It appeared as though the words had been waiting on your tongue, ready to divert any conversation you didn’t want to be included in. Ciri blinked, her mouth opening and closing for a moment as she wondered whether repeating her question would ignite the flame…so to speak. She certainly wasn’t in the mood to discuss your question.

Ciri swallowed back the minute yet customary amount of fear she still felt when unsure of what was whirring in your head, and counteracted. “I asked a question first,” she reminded you cautiously.

Your finger was still pressed to the wax of Roach’s candle as Ciri’s eyes flicked between it and your expressionless face. When Ciri noticed your lack of reaction as a drop of melted wax touched your skin, she stepped quickly towards you, moving Roach’s candle behind the others so that your finger remained motionless in the air. You seemed to be frozen, eyebrows furrowed, but you moved when Ciri reached over to brush off the hardened wax and reveal an angry redness beneath. As though you’d only just felt the burning sting, you drew in a sharp breath and clutched your finger to your chest, turning quickly to walk back the way you had come.

Ciri put down the stick she’d been holding and followed you. “Wait, please,” she called. You slowed, your finger still encased in your hand, and finally stopped, just as Ciri licked her lips in preparation for her next words. “If I answer your question, will you answer mine?”

Vesemir had told you that talking about Eskel may help. That each time a witcher died, his brothers and mentor would sit in Kaer Morhen and recount their dearest memories together, so as to remember him in the best light possible. You had steered clear from that, avoiding most mentions of Eskel so you could avoid the relentless vision of him, staring straight at you, just as you—

You drew in a deep breath. Shut your eyes. Dug your nails into your palms. A part of you wanted to say no. You did not want to talk about Eskel tonight. Ever. But another part of you, the important part of you, wanted company more. And perhaps, somewhere deep inside, you did want to talk about Eskel. Just to get it over with, and perhaps find an inkling of that help Vesemir had mentioned.

Without waiting for an answer, Ciri moved to sit on the bottom step of the stairs leading into the corridor. You still had your back turned, but Ciri knew you wouldn’t leave now.

“If you want to know why,” Ciri began, carefully concealed reluctance in her tone, “it’s because I’m tired of not being able to protect myself. I mean—” She shook her head— “What is a human compared to a witcher? Everyone should take the opportunity to become better than they are.”

You came to sit beside her, lowering yourself slowly onto the same step. There was a moment of silence before you spoke. “You think witchers are better than humans?”

You stared at each other, your eyes searching for individual answers. Ciri blinked then, mostly in surprise. “I…” She trailed off, unsure of the words because she was unsure of an answer. In actuality, yes, she did think witchers were better than humans, in more ways than one, and she’d figured it a universal opinion. But looking at you now, noticing the ripples of confusion just surfacing above the waves of pain, she wasn’t sure anymore.

She frowned. “What did Geralt say when you spoke of becoming one?”

Your brows rose and you dipped your head, as though waiting for the princess to say you had merely been joking. When no such words came, you mirrored Ciri’s expression. “A witcher? Ciri…what makes you think Geralt and I ever spoke of such a thing?”

Your question struck a chord within Ciri’s very soul. You were so clearly telling her that you and Geralt had never discussed you becoming a witcher. Ciri wasn’t entirely sure why that shocked her, but she had always figured it to have been a mandatory conversation between you. How had you gone almost twenty years without the subject cropping up at least once? If not for your own betterment, surely for Geralt’s peace of mind when concerning your safety?

“I assumed you…” Ciri’s voice faded as her mind continued to come to term with this fact. For some reason, it caused her own beliefs to swerve, though not significantly enough for her mind to be completely changed. “You didn’t?” she asked. “You’ve been alright with…being less able than those who raised you? More vulnerable? More…dispensable?”

You blew a short breath of what may have been amusement at the younger girl’s innocence through your nose. You looked exhausted, but Ciri could tell that the smile which appeared on your face next was genuine as you turned more towards her. “Ciri,” you said, “I was never raised with those beliefs in mind. Geralt taught me that my humanity is enough, that I never needed to become more than what I am. Have I thought about what life would be like if I were to take the mutagen? Did I ever fleetingly ask to be a witcher when I was a child? Of course. I grew up under the care of countless witchers. It would have been impossible for me not to want to be like them. But as I got older, I realised that the qualities I admired in them, that I wanted for myself, were never a result of the mutagen. Geralt’s determination, Vesemir’s devotion to his men, Lambert’s stupid sense of humour…” You paused abruptly, words dying on your tongue, as though you had wanted to add another name to the list. You took a deep breath and forced the pain back. “They’re all perfectly attainable qualities for any human.”

Ciri shook her head insistently. “But I could do so much more if I just had that—that push!”

“Of course you could.” You lowered your voice, a blatant attempt at reminding Ciri that the temple you were in prided itself on quiet peace and sanctuary. “But that doesn’t mean you should want it. If there is anything I’ve learnt from this world, it’s that humanity is precious. Mortality is precious. Do you know that every witcher you have ever met wish they still had such a thing?” Ciri didn’t reply, the cogs in her brain turning quickly and smoothly. You let it. “The only reason I’d want to be a witcher,” you said, “is so that I can live a long life with the men who mean the most to me. That’s all.”

“But…” Ciri’s shoulders dropped. “I want to be prepared for when they come for me. Because they will come for me.”

“That’s what our family’s for, Ciri.” You reached a hand across, resting it on her knee and squeezing reassuringly. “They won’t let anyone take you, and neither will I.”

Ciri knew that, and she relished in it more than anything. You and Ciri’s relationship had been far from smooth sailing, leaning more towards disastrous than any other word in the Continent’s language. There had been a cacophony of emotion, jealousy reigning more often than not, and such had been the nature of your affiliation until your arrival at Kaer Morhen. It seemed all you had needed to truly feel at home again with Geralt was the comfort of the Keep, and the reminder that loneliness within your family was quite literally impossible. Along with Vesemir’s words of wisdom and encouraging remarks from the other witchers, you had eventually come to the realisation that Ciri was in no way attempting to take Geralt from you. Safe in that knowledge, you had allowed your barriers to break, and an ineffable connection had not hesitated in forming between the both of you. So much so that Ciri knew each word you said to her, about family and protection, was true.

Placing her hand atop yours, Ciri smiled. “I always wished to be like my grandmother,” she admitted. “She was everything I believed a true warrior to be. A true woman. I suppose I presumed you would be the same with Geralt.”

You shrugged lightly. “You aren’t entirely wrong. I look up to Geralt more than I do anyone. I would love to be half the person he is one day. Just not the witcher part.” You felt yourself smiling before you realised you were doing it, and in the less conscious part of your mind, you decided that sitting here with Ciri was significantly lifting your mood. Unwilling to subject yourself fully to that comprehension and become very aware of it to the point that you consciously tried to change it, you opened your mouth to speak again. “Geralt would hate for me to become a witcher. It isn’t a lifestyle anyone would wilfully bestow upon themselves.” Ciri frowned lightly, that innocence on the topic returning once more. You had to remind yourself that though you had grown up around witchers and knew practically all there was to know about them, Ciri’s knowledge came only from the books and stories her grandmother would allow her access to. “He would hate for you to become one, too.”

Ciri nodded slowly, sucking on her teeth. “I gathered that,” she muttered. “What about the others? Vesemir seemed on-board.” She paused. “Eventually.”

You struggled with your answer to that. You knew Lambert despised his mutation. Coën had never been entirely thrilled either. Vesemir was less vocal about his opinions, as a mentor should be, but all the same you did not recognise the man he had been the moment you and Geralt had caught him before the mutagen could enter Ciri’s body.

“Vesemir…” You began slowly, deliberating over each word, deciding whether it was the right one. “Vesemir believes you to be more than human.” It seemed that was the safest bet. It was partly true, after all. “He would never let me take the mutagen, but, in a way, I suppose he…thought you could take it.” You frowned deeply before shaking your head and reasserting yourself in reality. “I don’t know,” you said finally. “Maybe he doesn’t really either. As for the others…I’m sure you’ll understand more as you get to know them.”

Ciri nodded slowly. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth and subconsciously tucked her hair behind her ear. “And…Eskel?” The question was extremely uncertain, each movement of her lips preparing to backtrack immediately if she noticed your gaze harden or your body tense. She saw neither of these, but her nerves kicked in either way. “You don’t need to…”

“I told you I would,” you said. You offered a tight-lipped, short-lived smile, and leant forward, resting your forearms on your thighs as you peered at Eskel’s unlit candle. “Eskel valued my humanity more than I think I did,” you said quietly. “For me to become a witcher…he told me once it would break him. I was young, and I remember wondering how such a strong, brave witcher could ever be broken. And he said I made that possible.” You frowned, your body moving with the suddenly prominent beat of your heart as you swallowed back the tears you could feel rising. There was an odd taste in your dry mouth and a knot in your throat, and without considering the consequences, you spoke the words that had circled your mind for weeks. “Do you think I killed him?”

A harsh silence answered that question before Ciri recovered from her surprise enough to reply. “The leshy killed him.”

“That’s what everyone keeps telling me. Everyone keeps saying it wasn’t my fault. The leshy killed Eskel, I just killed the monster.”

“It would have killed Vesemir.”

“We could have saved him. We’ll never know if we could have saved him.”

Ciri leaned forward, trying to catch your gaze. “It would have killed Vesemir,” she firmly repeated.

When a tear leaked from your eye, you didn’t reach up to wipe it away. You stared unblinking at the candle, the moment you’d been pushing to the back of your mind since it had happened quickly overtaking your consciousness.

Everyone had told you you had done the right thing. The leshy had needed to be put down. Geralt had been pinned to the wall and Vesemir had been seconds away from impalement. If you hadn’t stabbed your sword through hi—it, Kaer Morhen would have mourned more deaths than one that evening. Still, why had that one death been him? And why had you been the one to commit it? Why couldn’t you have been in another room? Why couldn’t you have been seconds from impalement, so Vesemir could be the one with the sword? Why couldn’t you have just closed your eyes?

“I know,” you said. “I know. I just…I hope he forgives me, you know? Wherever he is.”

Ciri sighed, the memories of her own unprocessed grief returning to the forefront of her mind. “I didn’t know Eskel very long, or very well,” she tried, “but the stories I’ve heard and the image everyone has conjured of him in my mind…he wouldn’t blame you for it, Y/N. If anything, I think he would thank you. If there was any emotion Eskel held for you in insane amounts, it was love. Of that I’ve never been more certain.”

When you glanced up, an anguish swimming in your glassy eyes with an overwhelming ferocity, Ciri abandoned all caution and enveloped the girl she considered a sister in her arms. You thankfully welcomed it, tensing for a mere second before tightening your arms around her and burying your face in Ciri’s hair.

“I miss him so much,” you said, your voice wavering.

“I know. I—And I know how it feels. So, if you ever need to talk about it, maybe we can help each other. Mousesack once told me that emotion can be a weapon. Don’t hide it away. It deserves to be let out.”

You drew apart after a moment of quiet tranquillity, the only sound between you being the faint flicker of the flames and distant voices in close corridors. You wiped at your cheeks and took a deep breath as you stood to your feet and walked towards the candles. The wick Ciri had used still rested on the table. You clenched your fist in attempt to dispel the trembling before you picked it up.

Lighting a candle for someone who had meant the world to you seemed a pitiful way to commemorate him, but you figured it a step towards acceptance. Nobody except you and Ciri would know that this was Eskel’s candle, or that that was Roach’s, and that Mousesack’s. But, in a way, it was like the medallion tree at Kaer Morhen. No soul outside would understand which medallion had belonged to which witcher, and why hanging them on branches was helpful to the witchers’ grieving, but none of that mattered. They didn’t need to know. Something like this was an intimacy and a comfort little were allowed to be afforded, and in that way it was perfect.

You could remember the first time you had experienced the medallion tree in a way that wasn’t simply observing it at breakfast or walking past it on your way to your room. You’d only been ten, nowhere near oblivious to grief but innocent all the same. Eskel had let you pick the branch and he had hung the medallion’s chain around it.

“There,” Eskel said. “Now he’s at peace with his fallen brothers.” He stood back and watched as you stared up at the tree with an open mouth, admiring it properly for the first time.

“It’s beautiful,” you breathed out.

Eskel turned back to the tree with a soft smile. “It is, isn’t it? Each medallion tells a different story, but every one radiates the same bravery and loyalty.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “One day, mine will be among them, as will Geralt’s, and Vesemir’s, a—” He stopped suddenly as your gaze, ripe with horror and frustration at his words, snapped to look at him. He snorted and wrapped an arm around you, pulling you fondly into his side even as you feebly resisted. “Oh, come on,” he said in amusement, “none of that will happen for a long, long time, I promise you.” He pointed at a branch with his free hand as you settled against him. “Look, I’ve already picked my place out. That one there. And Geralt likes this one because it’s centred. And Lambert chose that one, but I think he’d be better suited somewhere no one can see him. Maybe behind mine. Right? Hm?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help your grin as Eskel stupidly waggled his eyebrows at you. He was trying to get a rise, and it worked, as always. You wrapped your arms around him and relaxed your cheek against his ribs, peering up at the tree once more. “Will I go on the tree?” you asked then.

It was an offense to Eskel’s very nature for him to even think about the fact that the little girl he’d helped raise would one day die, and he spoke for the entirety of Kaer Morhen when he admitted his selfish hope that he would arrive on the tree long before your last breath left your body. Still, he had some semblance of peace in knowing he would, in part, rest with his brothers after he died. If he could give that to you, then he didn’t see why not.

He hummed under his breath. “One day, I’ll make you your own medallion,” he promised, “and when, if we ever let you, you pass over this world, you will have your own branch.”

You smiled and Eskel put a hand over his heart, his eyes on the newest medallion on the tree. “Rest now.”

You clutched the chain around your neck, the cold medallion hanging between your skin and your tunic. You touched the burning wick to the candle and watched it dance to life.

“For Eskel,” you whispered, just as the flame bent towards you.

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