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Soul-bonds & Heartaches - Chapter I

A.N.// Please enjoy Part I of a series I had alot of fun starting! This was inspired by my fanfiction on Wattpad @theangelradio - The Hunter & The Wolf - which includes the same characters and a very similar storyline. Let me know your thoughts!

Synopsis: Andromeda was a runaway elf taken in by the Royal Family of Cintra at a young age, and with every sign of her elven heritage scrubbed and torn off of her by her father in an attempt to make her pass as human, she was left feeling more alone than ever. Andromeda had thought she would never find a person who would accept her for who she was until the night of Pavetta's banquet, where a Witcher had made two claims as a reward for his bravery. Now the two were tied together by Fate - but if there's one thing everyone knew about Geralt, it was that he did not believe in destiny.

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Geralt made two claims many years ago. One he did not believe he would ever have to face. And the other he spent years running from. It seemed that fate had made it so he could avoid neither.

Accepting Cirilia's presence in his life has been easy enough, but her? She was too much. A burden.

Andromeda was Cirilia's aunt, although not biological - taken in at a young age by Queen Calanthe she grew up alongside Pavetta, her youth seemingly never fading. See what most of Cintra did not know was Andromeda was an elf, her scarred ears from where her own father hacked off the abominations were proof enough of that. Hoping the pain was worth the safety his daughter would get in return as he sent her towards villages and kingdoms.

It was.

That is until the night of Pavetta's banquet. Geralt made a claim, a claim he hoped with all his heart would not bind itself to another - Pavetta was bound to another so surely claiming the one dearest to Calanthe's heart would result in nothing.

Except it seemed Andromeda had weaseled her way into the heart of the woman who had taken her in, had found comfort in her arms and love in her heart. If destiny would not give him Pavetta, they could give him Andromeda.

Calanthe, Pavetta and Andromeda knew the consequences of his words, as he spoke his claims - their fears worsening as Pavetta's pregant state became public knowledge. They would now face the consequences of their gratitude it seemed.

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Andromeda had escaped Geralt's existence for almost thirteen years, as far as Geralt was concerned his second claim had no effect and Fate had given him a pass. The only surprise he had to worry about was his Child Surprise. A secret vow, bounding him to the person Calanathe held close to her heart and considered a daughter? That was not his concern at all.

And so, Geralt remained oblivious of her existence until it became too hard to deny.

When Geralt had bedded Yennefer, Andromeda felt it, how it tore at her heart and how her soul roiled and burned in its place inside her. The betrayal to the bond and vow he made tying them together punished her for the actions of a man she wanted nothing to do with.

But she was used to it. It would not be the first time she had experienced such pain. So she sat, with Cirilla on one side and Jaskier on the other, her heart sinking in her chest as she forced herself to keep up her cheery charade knowing what was happening behind the closed doors of the inn they were resting at.

Geralt was betraying a woman he had no clue he belonged to.

The pain had subsided, but the feeling of misery only strengthened as she watched Geralt come down the inn stairs with Yennefer at his tail. The two looked perfect together, both warriors in their own image - strong and brave, nothing like she was. She could feel jealousy begin to claw at her throat, the tears slowly beginning to burn her eyes.

Andromeda composed herself, turning away from the duo to face Cirilla instead - "I think I'm going to head to bed."

Cirilla looked up at her in curiosity, knowing Andromeda rarely slept at all, especially during the night. Her fears of the dark outweighed her need to sleep, but as she looked over her shoulders towards Yennefer and Geralt - the two leaning on eachother, engaged in a bout of flirtatious commentary- she nodded her acceptance before agreeing to join her soon. Her aunt needed a moment to herself, and so Cirilla would give her atleast that.

Andromeda pushed herself to her feet, stood there for a moment as she took in a deep breath from her nose, careful to not change her expression. She avoided Jaskier's questioning eyes and breezed passed the distracted duo, unaware of Geralt's trailing eyes and flared nostrils as he scented her - he could hear her heartbeat, it was fast and harsh, but she smelt of the sky when it was about to rain.

As Andromeda made her way up the stairs she made eye contact with a rather slender man who was walking in the opposite direction, he had blue eyes and ginger hair that reached his shoulders, a thick beard decorated his face and scars lined his eyes - one blind and one seeing. But most of all, what caught her attention was the gentle aura about him, his clothes were simple tunics and despite his lumbering size he seemed to be a humble man - everything Geralt was not.

She found herself slowing down in front of him - after all the pain Geralt has caused her seeking his own pleasure, why can she not grant herself this one moment of gratification. Why wait, why save herself for a man who had no care of his own purity or sanctity. Why should she reserve herself, when she could be free like he acted. When she could cause him the pain he had been feeding her for years since he had made his proclamation.

"Hello there," Andromeda's voice had dipped, taking on a sultry tone as she looked up at him through her eyelashes. The coy expression that slid across her face had immediately caught the man's attention, his face heating to match the colour of his hair as he turned to face her - Andromeda's attention only bolstered his confidence as he leaned towards her unconsciously.

"Now who might you be, little lady."

"The best thing that may happen to you tonight," Andromeda laid her hand on his arm, her fingers unconsciously tightening around it as she felt the the muscle that outlined his lean figure. She felt her heart race for a reason that was completely different to jealousy - this was the first time she had given into her desires, and Fortunes did it feel good.

The two continued to flirt, exchanging subtle brushes of skin-on-skin, the man - who she now knew as Elias - tucked hair hair back for her, his fingers trailing her jawline. Until finally, his hand dragged down her shoulder, down her arm until he intertwined his fingers with her own - his head jutted in the direction of the stairs and just like that Andromeda followed his lead.

Unbeknownst to her, and much to the dislike of Yennefer, Geralt had been watching the two ever since she had approached the man, his heart began to thump harshly in agony and anger at the sight of her with another man, at the sound of their hearts whispering to one another, of the smell of his arousal and her excitement. But why?

It did not matter, Geralt gave into Yennefer's pestering and turned her way - accepting the fretted petting and flirtations that came along with it, trying to force his mind off the giggling pair who had escaped to the confines of an inn room.

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Elias pressed Andromeda against the door the moment they had walked into the room, his lips crashing against her's as his arms pushed her hands above her head and held it there. Andromeda held her breath for a moment - she had never kissed anyone before, and now here she was - she found excitement sizzling at the pit of her stomach, butterflies racing up her spine and down her limbs as she pushed forward to reciprocate.

Elias laughed slightly at her enthusiasm, her lack of experience making her clumsy but endearing, and pressed closer towards her. Andromeda pulled her hands from his, trailing them down the front of his tunic her nails dragging against the fabric slowly. She had never touched a man before, not like this.

I mean, sure she had helped Geralt with the worst of his injuries but even then he wouldn't look at her. Not the way Elias was as she pushed her hands underneath his tunic, fingers grazing against his skin. She rubbed her palms up across the plane of his narrow torso, feeling the coarse hair that decorated his chest and the smooth skin of his body- nothing like Geralt. Good.

Elias stood back for a moment before leaning his forehead against her own, his eyes twinkled in anticipation as his hands moved to her waist to pull her forward. "Do you want to do this? With me?"

Andromeda thought of Geralt, of all the times he had seeked his own pleasure in others despite it causing her pain. Then she thought of his obliviousness and denial to the bond - the times where he would look at her like he was finally seeing her, only to turn around and bed the first woman he saw.

"Yes."

The two leaned forward, their lips touching as Elias slowly made his way backwards towards the bed, their body language more nervous and hesitant before. They broke apart as Elias sat down at the edge of the bed, his hands against her hips slowly pulling her onto his lap as he leaned back against the bed - he was giving her all the control of this situation she may want.

Andromeda leaned down to kiss him once more, her hands brushing against his chest as she moved them into his hair. This was it, she thought, this was where she would get her revenge but finally get to have something for herself too. She smiled in relief as their noses brushed against one another.

***

It was only one moment of pure silence, one moment and just like that everything changed. The door of the room they were in burst open, the handle crashing into the wall behind it creating a hole and causing the hinges to creak under the force.

Geralt.

Andromeda straightened in fear as she turned to look at him, still on top of Elias, she took him in. Geralt was seething, his eyes full of envy and murder, his jaw was clenched and his hands fisted at his side.

Neither her or Elias had enough time to say a word as Geralt launched in their direction, his hand made it onto her wrist as he pulled her off of Elias and into his own embrace.

Andromeda stared at him in incredulity, confused about why he was so angry and why, even now, even after doing this, he would not even look at her. Instead he stood there, glaring into Elias' soul pouring every ounce of hatred he felt into him and making his eyes widen in fear and haste as he stood up from his previous position.

Geralt did not waste his time with Elias, simply looked him over in disgust, as though he was questioning why Andromeda would pick him of all people. 'Because he isn't you,' the incessant voice in her mind whispered and she found herself stiffening at the sound.

As though he felt the thoughts racing through her mind, Geralt's arms tightened around her waist anchoring her back against his front as he sneered in Elias' direction.

"Mine."

Andromeda's heart skipped a beat, then began to race and pound in her chest as she took those words in, she craned her head to look at his face, but he held her tightly - his own heart soaring in relief at the sound of her racing one.

Elias could not look at either of them anymore, and she felt her heart sink as the surprise finally faded. Instead anger now took its place.

How dare he. After everything he has done to her, how dare he stop her from taking the one thing she wanted for herself. She found herself wriggling in his grasp, pushing against his arms in an attempt to escape but he barely moved, so she found herself seething towards him and spewing out hateful words, "let me go, you bastard. You have no right to do this, to stop me."

Geralt said nothing, instead he loosened his grip and reached for her wrist before she could escape his reach. He began dragging her out the room, passed the worried faces of Jaskier and Cirilla and the hateful expression Yennefer had gained.

Despite all her angry words and profanities, he did not stop, not until they had reached his room. He threw her into the room with so much force she fell at the edge of the bed, her hands being the only thing to steady her.

Her arms shook in anger and she shook her head with pained laughter, "how could you do that? Embarass me like that?"

Geralt stared at her mutely, his eyes still holding that look.

"What? You don't feel like talking now? Seriously Geralt? One time. One time I wanted to have something for myself and you take that, and don't even want to tell me why?"

"I did tell you why. You're mine."

"If I was your's, if I was truly your's, you wouldn't have fucked other women when I was right here."

Geralt did not know what to say to that, but she was right. He did sleep with other women. He looked away for a moment, and that was enough to make Andromeda scoff and she pulled herself straight and tried to get put of the room. Only it seemed Geralt was not done, so he grasped her shoulders to hold her in place, his eyes looking into her's as he fumbled with words.

And then finally, "I'm a monster."

Andromeda's struggles died down, she looked up at him in surprise, "what?"

"I didn't say anything, do anything because I thought you deserved better than me. Because you do deserve better than me, more than what I can offer. But seeing you with him... I was going to let you be happy, but I couldn't."

"I let you be happy."

"I know."

"For years."

Geralt looked resigned, "I wasn't."

"But why? You had everything Geralt, you took everything you wanted for yourself regardless of who it hurt."

"I didn't take you. I couldn't."

"And you still hurt me anyway. That stupid prize you claimed hurt me more than anyone else. Do you know what happens to me when you bed other women Geralt, do you know what I feel? The agony? The pain? I could feel nothing but hatred towards you, but you've bound us together so I can't avoid the pain even if I try."

"Prize?" Geralt's expression contorted in confusion, his brows furrowing in question as his lips pulled straight.

"I'm your prize, Geralt. I am your Law of Treasure. We're blood-bound, you bastard." Andromeda's voice came out weak and defeated, as though it hurt her to even have to speak the words aloud, to show that their connection was nothing but the work of Fate and Geralt's arrogance all those years ago.

Geralt felt as though he couldn't breathe. All these years and he assumed his claim was not set in stone, but now it all made sense. The way his blood burned next to her, the way his mind whispered all the things he should do to her, the way he always gravitated towards her. It was those reasons that made him draw back from her, push her away and replace the void with other women. Geralt didn't deserve her, but it seemed Fate had already decided otherwise.

His eyes then widened in guilt, his heart clenching as he realised she knew. This whole time she knew they were bound and she let him do as he wished freely because she didn't want to be a burden to him, even if it caused her pain and heartache. Even if it was him that was the true burden. What has he done?

He reached out towards her, but Andromeda decided to use his hesitance to her advantage as she ducked under his reaching grasp and stumbled through the door. Her face burned in embarassment as she realised how truly clueless he was, and how if it wasn't for the Fate tying them together he would not look at her twice.

Tears began to stream down her face - even when she tried to be happy on her own he couldn't let her have that, and now she had nothing.

She pushed through the crowded faces, looking down at her in pity as she rushed to her own inn-chambers, shutting the door behind her and leaning on it. Her breaths came out in shallow pants as her tears became heavier, but she did not dare make a sound in case Geralt heard her. Instead she slid to the bottom of the door, pulling her knees into her chest and crying silently into them - cursing the day Geralt had taken her as a prize and given her a life of pain and misery instead of the joyous life she was promised by Calanthe before her sister's marriage.

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inheritedcreatures · 23 days

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cirilia of cintra

woah! was that CIRILLA “CIRI” FIONA ELEN RIANNON walking down main street? i heard they’re not actually from ivy cove but come from THE WITCHER. they’re EIGHTEEN and live in SHOREGRAZE RIDGE but watch out because they can be PRIDEFUL + OBNOXIOUS but are actually KIND HEARTED + BRAVE. despite them NOT HAVING memories, you’ll always think of RUNNING AND RUNNING AND RUNNING BUT NEVER GOING NOWHERE; BEING BORN UNWANTED BUT NEVER GOING UNLOVED; YOU CAN’T ARGUE WITH DESTINY, NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU TRY; ALWAYS GOING TO BE THAT LITTLE GIRL PLAYING AT BEING A WARRIOR; & A FATHER’S LOVE THAT COMES WHEN YOU NEED IT MOST when imagining them. / freya allen, she/her.

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒.

name. cirilla fiona elen riannon. alias. ciri. lion cub of cintra. ashen one. ugly one. age. eighteen (18). gender. cis female. pronouns. she/her. occupation. unempolyed. memories. no.

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.

little dark age / mgmt - policemen swear to god, love seeping from their guns / i know my friends and I would probably turn and run / if you get out of bed, come find us heading for the bridge / bring a stone, all the rage, my little dark age castle / halsey - i'm headed straight for the castle / they've got the kingdom locked up / and there's an old man sitting on the throne / that's saying i should probably keep my pretty mouth shut you're on your own, kid / taylor swift - 'cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned / everything you lose is a step you take / so make the friendship bracelets / take the moment and taste it / you've got no reason to be afraid

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒.

running and running and running but never going nowhere. they tell you that you're so old and so powerful but you know you're just so, so young. being born unwanted but never going unloved. the weight of a nation that's already gone on your shoulders. you can't argue with destiny, no matter how hard you try. a family doesn't have to be made of blood to be yours. you're always going to be that little girl playing at being a warrior. a lion cub standing over it's mother's corpse. a father's love that comes when you need it the most.

#child of destiny // ciri of cintra #intro

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444names · 7 months

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primroseprime2019 · 11 months

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Audience with a Tyrant

Paige and Phillip were nervous the entire trip to Cirilia. Paige kept fidgeting and biting her fingers and her brother had to hold her hands to get her to stop.

Latosha, Christopher and their kids got out of the carriage. Talida looked at them. She stood next to a forty-five year old man. He had black hair and brown eyes.

"Aiden," Latosha said. "Queen Latosha," he nodded and he looked over at the tower with a frown. Talida gave Paige and Phillip a worried look. They weren't the only ones to visit the Darkmount tower. And far as they knew, all meetings went surprisingly well.

Paige gripped Christopher's hand and he kissed his daughter's head to calm her down. "Good luck, young royals," Aiden said. Phillip nodded before he and his family walked over to the entrance.

Paige noticed the troops standing by the entrance. They had weird visors on their faces. A large door opened and the Evarans walked into the tower. The halls were light gray with bright purple curtains and blue flames that lit up the hallways.

"For a warlord, he's pretty fancy," Phillip huffed. "Mhm," Latosha nodded as she noticed black curtains with white markings. She remembered that they were called Decepticons.

Knockout walked over to them.

"You must be the Evaran royals," he chuckled. "Yes," Latosha nodded. "I'm Knockout- Decepticon medic. Lord Megatron has been expecting you," Knockout chuckled before he turned and led the family further down the hallway. They walked up to a large door before Knockout opened it.

Paige widened her eyes. The room was spacious. The walls were painted gold with silver lines. There were three silver curtains draped on both the left and right sides of the walls. It didn't have a window but there was a large red chair in the middle of the room.

And on the other side, there was a couch big enough for the entire family to sit down so they did just that.

Paige looked around the room. The air felt a little chilly.

The others had told her about their meetings with the warlord and all of it had gone from intense to scary and now it was just quiet.

The door opened and Paige looked over, startled. Phillip followed her gaze and blinked. It took a full second to realize it was him, the monster who destroyed billions of lives and enslaved just as many. But he was... small.

Rather than the titanic, building-sized Emperor, Megatron was almost the size of a human, barely seven feet tall. However, he was still as intimidating as ever. His broad, jagged shoulders filled the threshold, his sterling silver armor was polished and glinted in the artificial light, deadly claws flashed as they were tucked behind his back. His crimson optics were like smoldering coals, dim and almost memorizing, but dangerous to the touch. His razor-sharp fangs reminded Paige of a Bolnorth before it lunged for the kill.

She swallowed and tried her best not to stare at the warlord for too long.

"I hope I did not keep you waiting, your highness," Megatron said, his optics landing on Latosha.

The Evaran smiled. "No, not at all... your Exellency," she said calmly, "honestly, we were waiting for you."

Megatron smiled and he nodded as he walked over to the red chair and sat down. Paige heard the furniture creak under the sudden weight but she doubt it would break.

His optics landed on her and her brother. "You must be Phillip Payne and Paige Kendrick," he began, continuing in a seductive drawl, "a Hero of the Universe and a Warrior of the Novae. I am impressed."

"Thank you, your Exellency," Phillip hummed. "Yes... thank you," Paige stammered. Megatron chuckled, "in truth, when I first began to rule over your kind, I merely thought the same as I did any human. Insects."

Christopher's jaw clenched and Latosha gripped his hand.

"But," the warlord continued, "you have proved to be interesting creatures. You have powers and technology that almost surpasses my kind's. You have won battles and wars among yourselves."

"With respect, your Exellency, that credit surely goes to my children," Latosha said, gesturing to Phillip and Paige. Megatron smirked and Paige tried not to flinch as she saw his fangs glint.

"I know," he said, "I would like to have a word with them. Alone."

Latosha narrowed her eyes as she stared at him. She glanced at her kids. There was no way she was going to leave her kids alone with this tyrant. Phillip gently grabbed his mom's hand and she looked at him.

The gentle but firm and assuring look on his face silently told her two things: don't protest... and that he and Paige would be fine.

She glanced back at Megatron who was watching them with a predatory gaze. She swallowed before she and Christopher got up slowly. Paige looked at them nervously and watched as they walked out of the room.

"Your mother is very protective." She looked back at Megatron.

"U-uh... yes," she said quickly, "she really loves us." "I see," he chuckled, "I was also told that you, Paige, are Dual-Blooded."

Paige felt her muscles grow stiff and she looked at him. It took her a moment for her to find her voice. "Y-yes, your Exellency," she choked out, "Evara and Irilia."

"And you were chosen by Poseidon?" The warlord said, curiosity in his tone. She nodded, swallowing hard. Megatron hummed and he leaned closer, enough that all he had to do was reach out and slice his claws into her flesh.

"Is that why you only control fire and crystals?" "It, um... the water is only something from Poseidon himself," Paige said quickly, trying her best not to look away, "having three powers is completely unlikely among our kind."

Megatron stared at her and she stared back at him. A bead of sweat ran down her temple. The warlord chuckled before he leaned back.

"I see," he said, "then perhaps you have sated my curiosity."

Phillip relaxed, silently letting out a breath he realized he wasn't holding. He gave Paige a proud smile, proud that she held her own against the emperor.

"I... I am glad, your Exellency," she said, her voice soft. "I look forward to seeing your skills then," Megatron said as he stood up. Before either teen could ask what he meant, he walked out of the room.

#my ocs #fanfiction #transformers prime #transcendants #Stars in Darkness

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doubleimages · 6 days

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doubleimages is a multimuse blog affliated with wearelondonhq; written by monarch (any/all, 21)! muses can be found under the cut!

CASSANDRA DE ROLO, canon character from critical role; they/she; 23; horror fiction writer; has memories; portrayed by esme creed-miles.

CIRILIA OF CINTRA, canon character from the witcher; she/her 18; unemployed; no memories; portrayed by freya allen.

DAMIAN WAYNE AL GHUL, canon character from dc comics; he/they 20; college student; has memories; portrayed by emilio sakraya.

JAMES "JEM" CARSTAIRS, canon character from the shadowhunter chronicles; he/him 25; nurse; no memories; portrayed by shannon chun-kook.

LUKA COUFFAINE, canon character from miraculous ladybug; they/he; 23; barista/indie musician; no memories; portrayed by timothee chalamet.

LUKE CASTELLAN, canon character from percy jackson & the olympians; he/him; 27; bartender; no memories; portrayed by taylor zakhar perez.

NEAL CASSIDY, canon character from once upon a time; he/they; 33; libraian; has memories; portrayed by françois arnaud.

THRUD "TORUNN" THORSDOTTIR, canon character from marvel; she/they; 19; college student; has memories; portrayed by aleksandra boritch.

VESPER ELANIA DE ROLO, canon character from critical role; they/them; 20; investigative journalist; no memories; portrayed by lola tung.

WENDY MORIA ANGEL DARLING, canon character from once upon a time; they/them; 22; daycare teacher; some memories; portrayed by chandler kinney.

#ugly angels // ooc #pinned post

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wavehq · 6 months

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karlach cliffgate ( baldur's gate ), max caulfield ( life is strange ), cirilia of vengerberg ( the witcher ), cheng xiaoshi ( link click ), portgas d. ace ( one piece ), tim drake ( dc ), anakin skywalker ( star wars ) are now reopened!

ADMIN DREAM is… online! ——- replies between 5 - 60 minutes.

#video game rp #star wars rp #animated rp #dc rp #multifandom rp #whq.reopened

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snovaaprel · 2 years

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The Witcher. Season 2, episode 1

#netflix the witcher #the witcher fanart #the witcher netflix #the Witcher #toss a coin to your witcher #witcher geralt #geralt of rivia #cirilia #cirilla fiona elen riannon #art nouveau #witcher s2 #witcher season 2

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sunflowersupremes · 4 years

Conversation

Ciri: What if it bites me and it dies?

Geralt: That means you're poisonous.

Ciri: What if it bites itself and I die

Yennefer: That's voodoo

Ciri: What if it bites me and someone else dies?

Geralt: That's correlation, not causation

Ciri: What if we bite each other and neither of us dies?

Dandelion: That's kinky

#jaskier #dandelion #geralt #geralt of rivia #yennefer #ciri #cirilia #Cirilla of Cintra #the witcher #incorrect witcher quotes #incorrect quotes #my post

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flickerghosts · 4 years

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Hedgehog guy: "I have gotten in a lot of trouble by claiming the law of surprise, almost been killed over it multiple times, was expecting a crop or a dog or something but instead got a princess & her murderous mother. Claiming the law of surprise wasn't a great idea all things considered even if it worked out in the end & we're in love"

Geralt, sees this unfold, and when asked what he wants in return for saving people

Geralt : *grunts* "YEAH I think, after seeing all of this shit go down, knowing what a mess it can turn out to be, I'm gonna claim the law of surprise. What could go wrong."

Everyone : "you dumbass. You complete twit"

*The surprise is a kid*

Everyone : *not surprised in the least*

Geralt :

#the witcher #witcher #geralt & jaskier #geralt #geralt of rivera #dumbass himbo geralt #the law of surprise #what a great idea #hedgehog guy witcher #cirilla of cintra #cirilia #ciri #ciri the witcher #the witcher memes

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meamme1 · 4 years

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The Witcher (2019)

All of these pieces are available on my INPRNT store 💫 I’m offering 20% off purchases over $25 this weekend with the code W9TGI7 so check them out!!

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morkorney · 4 years

Photo

#Witcher #TW3 #witcher wild hunt #ciri #cirilia #zirael #art #Fanart #portrait #cgart #digital painting #digital art #digital drawing #Illustration #my art #арт #фанарт #цири #ведьмак

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sayafics · 2 years

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Soul-bonds & Heartaches

A.N.// reposting this onto a new blog, but hey guys this is a fanfiction I've started writing and I am very excited about it. Let me know if you want the rest of this draft!

Geralt made two claims many years ago. One he did not believe he would ever have to face. And the other he spent years running from. It seemed that fate had made it so he could avoid neither.

Accepting Cirilia's presence in his life has been easy enough, but her? She was too much. A burden.

It was.

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And so, Geralt remained oblivious of her existence until it became too hard to deny.

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Geralt was betraying a woman he had no clue he belonged to.

Andromeda composed herself, turning away from the duo to face Cirilla instead - "I think I'm going to head to bed."

"Now who might you be, little lady."

#geralt x yennefer #geralt of rivera #geralt x you #geralt x ofc #geralt x reader #jaskier #cirilla of cintra #geralt smut #jealousy #pining

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