#like the world she's yennefer the powerful sorceress

[mlm-writer]

Old Friend (Geralt x GN!Reader)

Pairing:  Show!Geralt of Rivia x Gender Neutral Reader (can be interpreted as platonic or romantic) Rating: Mature Words: 1670 POV: Second Summary: The Big Tober Day 21 - “I did what I had to do to protect those I love… I had no choice!” Note: Don't @ me for still posting things that were supposed to come out in October. Tags: angst, mention of Ciri & Yennefer, ft. Jaskier & Milva, murder and dark magic

Everyone would agree that Ciri was an unlucky girl with a life tainted by tragedy. Every time you spoke with her about her past, you felt a little pang in your heart. However, sometimes you envied her. The way Geralt reserved his warmest of smiles for his charge, the way the most powerful sorceress spent her time teaching Ciri and the power Ciri possessed sometimes made you feel like she was, in some way, a very lucky girl. 

You spent life on the run with Ciri, Geralt and Yennefer. Most of the time you felt like you were family, sometimes you felt like an extra, an unnecessary weight, but no one told you to leave. You had nothing to teach Ciri that Geralt and Yennefer couldn’t. They had it covered from sword to spells to alchemy. 

Then things kept going to shit and before you knew it, Geralt was flirting with death and Ciri was missing. You wanted to go find her, but Yennefer insisted you stayed with Geralt. “You can heal anything!” Geralt exclaimed as you exhausted yourself once more. He was capable of loud verbal abuse. You should’ve counted that as a win, but it was hard to, when Geralt was still bed-bound. 

“I’m doing everything I can!” You yelled back. Milva entered, her hand landing on your shoulder. It has been the same song over and over again ever since Jaskier revealed Ciri was on her way to Nilfgaard. Geralt proceeded to demand more of you. Milva forced you out. Jaskier was waiting for you with a brew of herbs that would help you recover your strength. “I’m really doing everything I can,” you sobbed by the fire. 

Jaskier put his arm around you, comforting you the best he could. “I know. He knows. He is just… Geralt.” You leaned against the bard, letting his body’s warmth seep into yours. You sat by the fire until it got dark. Jaskier eventually let you be to mull over your thoughts in peace. When you had the strength you used your magic on those that did appreciate it. You were weak, but even a little was for many enough to pull their foot out of the grave. 

Exhaustion gnawed at your bones. Your muscles felt like they were weighed down by the state of the world. You took a stroll out of the camp, trying to avoid Jaskier and Milva. They meant well, but their words were not enough to distract you from the power you lacked. 

When the lights of the camp were far behind you, you stopped walking. You couldn’t hold yourself up anymore, knees colliding with the muddy ground of the forest. From a secret pocket sewn into the coat you’ve had for over two decades, you procured an amulet you haven’t worn since you met Geralt all those years ago. The deep red gem reflected the light of the moon onto your eyes. Deep within the stone you could see an old friend. You promised Geralt you’d throw this trinket away; you promised you would never give in to temptation again, but despair had forced you quite literally to your knees. You clenched the charm tightly in your fist. “All is fair in love and war,” you whispered as you stared down at your fist, noticing how red light seeped between your fingers. “These are times of war and… I love him.”

Those words spoken aloud strengthened your resolve. You closed your eyes as you put the thin golden chain over your head, letting the amulet fall right where your heart was. As soon as that metal hit your chest, you felt an old friend occupying your mind once more. “I always knew you’d come back,” it told you. It gave you visions of how to help Geralt. The methods dancing on the grey moral spectrum, but led by these visions, you made your way back to the camp. You entered the tents of the sleeping patients you had helped earlier. You touched those that you didn’t think would make it to the morning. Their life force entered through your fingertips. They breathed their final breath. You felt the weak energy pooling together. One tent, two, three, you passed though the whole camp, taking what you needed from those that were not likely to hold onto it for long anyway. Each time you took, darkness rose to your skin, revealing your deeds in the night. 

Your veins had turned black by the time you entered the final tent. Geralt was fast asleep as well, too injured to even hear you entering, too unwell to open his eyes and ask you what you were doing there. A black tear rolled down your cheek as you placed your hand on his chest and let go of all the energy you had collected. The life energy of the people that died that night flowed from your chest down to your fingertips. In his sleep, Geralt inhaled deeply as the energy filled him. It only took a moment, but it felt like an eternity as you felt the weight of the lives you took to save the one most dear to you. 

When you were devoid of all the energy but your own, you collapsed on the ground, legs too tired to keep you up. You took deep breaths, trying to avoid looking at your hands. However, in the end you just needed to know how bad things were. You raised your palms, the sight - though expected - still horrifying. Your skin had blackened from the dark magic. Your hands felt fine though. “You did well. This is only the beginning of what we can achieve. You’re meant to take what you please,” the old friend’s voice echoed through your skull. The words were reassuring, but you knew all too well where things could lead. You reached for the amulet, ready to rip it off you. “You need me. Without me you’re useless. You can’t protect the ones you love.” 

Geralt had you once believe otherwise, but it only took one glance towards him to show you where his faith in you had led him to. Even the great White Wolf could be wrong sometimes. Defeated, you slowly let go of the amulet, allowing it to occupy its old spot. “Everything will be fine. You will be fine,” the being spoke through the amulet to you. You had heard those words a million times from Jaskier, but only now did they actually soothe you. 

The next morning you woke up from stirring on the bed. You hadn’t dared to leave the tent and slept on a chair. “Geralt,” you whispered, aware of your surroundings the moment your ears picked up on the rustling of blankets. You forgot what you looked like, immediately rising from the chair and joining Geralt at his side. You inspected the wound on his leg, but it was not there anymore, a new scar adorning his skin. 

Your eyes didn’t meet Geralt’s until he sat up on his own. “What did you do?” His voice dripped of venom. You lifted your head to meet his yellow eyes, darkened by the deeply furrowed eyebrows. Your throat felt tight, so tight that not a single syllable could make it through to the cold space between you and the Witcher. He called your name and reached out. You were frozen in place as his calloused fingers traced the black marks on your face. “What did you do?” He repeated the question, emphasising each word with urgency. 

Black tears pooled in your eyes, the first few already rolling down your cheeks by the time you found your voice once more. “I did what I had to do to protect those I love…” You swallowed a lump in your throat. “I had no choice.” Your voice trembled, each word shaking more than the previous one. 

Geralt was visibly seething as he grabbed your arm, his grip tight. “What did you do?” He demanded, voice booming in the small space. You tried to free yourself. 

“Geralt, please, you’re hurting me!” “Say it!” 

He knew you. He knew you from the moment he met you. He knew the person you could be once you gave up on your ‘old friend’. He knew what you did then and he knew what you did last night. He knew, but he didn’t want to. He wanted to be wrong. He wanted to have mistaken that familiar amulet around your neck. However, things were exactly as it seemed and just like things never changed, Jaskier and Milva came in right on que. 

Jaskier called out for Geralt, tried to calm him. He immediately commented on how he seemed to be better, proceeded to ask how. Meanwhile, Milva freed you of Geralt’s grip. A crowd had formed at the entrance, but you couldn’t see anyone in the room but Geralt. “How many have died tonight?” Geralt demanded to know, Jaskier and Milva now in between you two. They tried to calm him. “How many?” He roared. 

His fury eventually ripped the answer out of you. “I don’t know! I only took from those that were not likely to make it to the morning anyway.” 

“Jaskier…” Geralt’s voice was quieter now he got his answer from you. He turned to the bard. “How many people died tonight?” Jaskier turned to Milva, hoping she held the answer. 

“42,” she spoke with surprising steadiness. She then looked at you, shaming you with her eyes alone. She was not the only one who despised your existence after that night. Jaskier pleaded for your life, then left with Geralt to find Ciri. You had to go your own way, fend for yourself once more. If it wasn’t for your aching heart, it was like you never met the Witcher at all. He never wanted to see you again, but even as you walked with your backs facing each other, you felt like you would see him again. It was a funny thing… destiny. 

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[jessiexcorner]

‘Destiny is she.’

Kerack.

 Just a small town with not much going for it, though it was known for its alcohol and the pirates that used to raid the people there centuries ago. 'Not anymore.' Yennefer thought as she drank. After the red death, the once-powerful kingdom fell into shambles. At least they still had their beer going on for them.

"TOSS A COIN TO YOUR WITCHER!" Yennefer winced, hearing the familiar song buzzing in the back.

  "Ugh. If I have to hear that blasted song one more time, I'm going to kill myself." Yennefer turned to see the drunk bard who wrote it.

  "Jaskier?" He turned his head to look up to see the sorceress. He gasped.

  "You! Oh No! I've had enough of you! Y-you harlot witch!" Yennefer rolled her eyes. 

"What? Your girlfriend dumped or something? Also, I'm a sorceress, not a witch."

"No, you ruined my friendship with my only friend! Just cause you had problems in your relationship with him didn't mean you had to ruin mine!"

"We didn't have a relationship."

"It doesn't matter now! I don't need him; I have plenty of friends. And women who want me!" Yennefer turned to order another drink. She didn't want to deal with this right now. A few gulps later, a young girl with blonde hair walked straight toward them.

"Hey! I know you!"

"You do? Oh no. Did I sleep with you?" The girl ignored Jaskier and continued talking to Yennefer.

"You're Yennefer of Vengeberg, aren't you?" Yennefer sighed.

"Look, kid, I don't sell magic anymore. Find someone else."

"Actual, I have a proposition for you."

"Not interested."

"I think you will be-"

"Get lost, kid, before I put a curse on you."

"Weren't you the one looking for a way to conceive?" Yennefer froze. Yes, it's true; that is what she wanted a way to be able to have a child again. But it's not as if she announced it to the world.

"Who told you that?" The girl shrugged with a smug smile.

"Call her destiny." Yennefer scoffed.

"Destiny?" The young girl nodded.

"Everyone knows about her. There's a legend on her. They say that if you ever want to change all the bad that has been done to you; change the fate you've been given, then follow the river upstream to the cottage in the woods. There be a woman, full of grace and beauty, but be careful what is said to her for destiny is she."

"First of all," the drunk bard who had been listening in began, "that doesn't rhyme."

"It's not supposed-" the blonde tried to argue.

"Second of all, who's 'they'?"

"What? No- Look, that doesn't matter, I'm not even talking to you!"

"You know he has a point," Yennefer said.

"Huh?"

"Who is this 'they'?" She said with a cheeky smile. The blonde girl turned redder than the drunken bard and stomped in anger.

"You know what! I don't care! I did what She told me to do and delivered the message! I'm leaving!" She marched out of the bar.

"Say, did you catch her name? I think she fancies me." Jaskier mumbled. Yennefer took a deep breath and finished her drink. 'let's find out who this destiny person is.' She thought, heading out.

                                                       . . .

'Well, what do you know there is a house.' Yennefer thought. She noticed there was a protection spell around the house covering it like a thick fog. She walked towards the house, trying to create a pathway for herself. 'Damn,' This was harder than she thought it would be. 'Why would anyone need such a potent protection spell?' As she tried to move through, it became harder to breathe. Yennefer could feel a headache coming on, it felt as if something was pushing her to fall asleep. She falls and gets knocked out by the gas. Before she falls completely unconscious she notices the end of a flowy robe walking towards her.

Yennefer wakes up feeling as if she has the worst hangover of her life, she notices a blanket covering her and a bed. "What the fuck?" she mutters noticing her surroundings for the first time. A bedroom with a fireplace, cozy and warm but what stuck out the most was the fact she didn't remember how she got here. The door to the bedroom opens before Yennefer can investigate her surroundings more thoroughly.

"Ah, you're not dead. Good." a woman with (h/c) hair wearing a simple white flowy gown exclaims. Yennefer startled immediately turns defensive shooting a gust of magic toward the woman who waves it off as if it were nothing, almost as if, annoyed by Yennefer's reaction.

"Now, is this any way to repay hospitality Yennefer?" The woman says practically scolding Yennefer like a misbehaving child.

"You knocked me out!"

"No, you knocked yourself out." She sat next to the violet-eyed woman, raising her hand near her making Yennefer flinch from the unexpected movement. 

"Relax, I'm only helping your body get rid of the poison from the mist." She sighs moving away after she is done, Yennefer does feel a bit better, less like she had a massive hangover. The woman stands and walks near the fireplace, lighting it with a flick of her fingers, sitting down on a couch with a tea set on a table. "Well? come sit," She points at the other chair meant for Yennefer. Yennefer gets up and slowly walks to the woman sitting on the chair. "Cream?" She offers the raven-haired woman.

"..No," Yennefer declines not wanting any other foreign substances in her body.

"Suit yourself." The woman shrugs, pouring some cream for herself, and lifts her cup taking a sip.

"Why did you want me here?"

"Oh, did my little birdy not tell you?"

"No, well, yes but- that's not- look do you really have a way for me to conceive or are you playing games with me? Because i should warn you i am not in the mood." Yennefer huffs.

"Of course!" The (h/c) haired woman claps her hands making the tea set disappear, with a small vial and a contract replacing it. "This little bottle of magic can bring back anything that was lost. It'll fix you right up, grow back your uterus, and let you keep your good looks," She winks with a smile at Yennefer, who looks at the paper carefully.  

"And I’m guessing this contract I am supposed to sign ensures I do your bidding?" The stranger's grin widens.

"Clever girl. it is fair, after all, i am only asking very little in return for a high reward." Yennefer scoffed but then again she was desperate she wanted this, badly.

"And what would that small favor be?" She questions the woman. "Am i to find you someone and bring them to you?" she rolls her eyes sarcastically commenting.

"Well, yes, that is exactly what I want you to do."

"Right. Sounds simple enough."

"Hm, simple." she hums in agreement, "I just need you to bring me Geralt of Rivia."

...What? "No, no! Absolutely not! What could you possibly need him for?" Yennefer protests, making the other woman rolled her eyes.

"I'm not going to eat him, or kill your lover boy,"

"He's not-"

"Come on Yen! All you have to do is bring one witcher here, and I'll give you the ability to conceive again, don't you want that choice back?" The woman circles Yennefer, "They took everything from you, yen. They took your right, your decision. Not only am i offering you your freedom, but i am also giving you an option that doesn't require sacrificing your beauty or power." She twirls a lock of Yennefer's hair around her fingers. "and all you have to do is bring me one measly man." Yennefer hesitates. This can't be real, this had to be a trick, but what could she do? the dragon plan didn't work, Geralt was an arse and she had nothing and no one left. "Tell you what, since you have so many issues with me," The woman picks up the vial and hands it to Yennefer. "You can try the potion of mine, and once it works, and it will believe me you will know if it does. You will bring me Geralt." Yennefer's face reads of worry. "Come on you, poor girl, what do you have to lose? You already tried everything. What, you're worried about your man? What do you think I will do to the witcher? Think I will kill him? He's more likely to end me before I can touch him." Yennefer lets the words of this woman influence her, but she couldn't understand what she wanted with Geralt.

"..Fine, deal, if this works...I'll bring you your witcher."

"Lovely!" The woman smiles waving her hand making a feather appear and floats into Yennefer's hand. Yennefer pauses, feeling the softness of the feather. 

"...Before I sign this, I want to know your name, your real name. I have a feeling it isn't 'destiny'" The woman chuckles once again walking behind Yennefer, placing her soft hands onto her shoulders.

"(Y/n), a pleasure to meet you, Yennefer."

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[uiuishii]

Yennefer netflix leading the lodge, can't say I'm surprise.

So:

-Yen steals Vilgefortz's role in Sodden

-No Phil fighting in Sodden

-Tissaia steals Philippa's lines

-no Rience vs Geralt (feat Phil & Shani) scene in Oxenfurt

-no Lodge of Sorceresses leaded by Phil with no Montecalvo

Uuuuh and this isn't even everything. I swear this is ridiculous. Soon enough Yennefer will be the empress of Nilfgaard, riding with the Wild Hunt during her holidays and also travelling between worlds.

Don't get me wrong, I love Yennefer (books, games), she is one of my favorite characters of the Witcher universe. But this is a robbery.

What pisses me off the most is the fact that Phil will probably do a coup (another) and take over the lodge while laughing like a demon. I hate when they just erase everything that makes Phil subtle and important. Now she is below Yennefer in terms of power balance and I hate it so much (and I bet book Phil too).

This moment was so important for me, you know how much I love the lodge. I'm sure they will erase Assire and Ida too. Poor babies. Or maybe it's better that way. With netflix we could have full confident Assire with a dog called Arthur and Ida being super rude with everyone except Sabrina.

I want a book lodge of sorceresses reaction to netflix lodge of sorceresses now.

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[bardcore-jaskier]

♡ My thoughts on Yennskier + headcanons ♡

(Edited post)

- What makes this whole thing so funny and exciting to me is that Yennefer used to think that Jaskier was just some annoying sing songy twit before. While Jaskier's dramatic arse used to consider Yennefer an enemy until she saved him from Rience XD XD XD

- I adored the everliving FUCK out of their scenes together in season 2! Their dynamic is so fucking good! AAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!

- Yennskier, the ship we didn't know we needed, but definitely deserved! Their chemistry is so fucking perfect and their dynamic works so well!

- Personally I think that this ship is actually, currently, THE healthiest and most wholesome one of all my Jaskier ships! At least as of season 2! (Even if Geraskier remains as my OTP)

- In Oxenfurt, when Jaskier and Yennefer got to know eachother better without Geralt's presence to distract them both, ever since they saw the real, raw and vulnerable sides of eachother and became friends, I couldn't help but notice how absolutely toothrottingly perfect they are together!

- Legit, and I kid you not! I can't picture Yennefer and Jaskier having anything other than that deep kind of connection where you know that you are loved, appreciated and adored, despite all your flaws. The kind of love where you know you're not alone, that this person is your family and will always have your back no matter what.

- Yennefer, despite being one of the most powerful sorceresses on the entire continent, treats Jaskier as an equal by the time Ciri gets possessed. (Bro, like even Geralt doesn't do that! Jaskier is his friend, sure, but I've never seen Geralt treating him as an equal.)

- Yennefer and Jaskier have a mutual respect for eachother, they trust eachother, they enjoy eachother's company. All of those things are A CRUCIAL part of having a solid foundation to build a honest, sturdy, long-lasting and happy relationship upon.

- From compatibility POV, they work together a lot better than Geralt and Yennefer did. With Jaskier, there are no djinn related consent issues, there wouldn't be any communication issues and he would probably be a positive influence on Yennefer's mental health.

- Whereas her relationship with Geralt was quite frankly chaotic, explosive, sometimes even toxic. It was built upon a shaky foundation of lust, djinn magic and exchanged favors. Like c'mon, their time together as an on-and-off couple mostly consisted of having kinky unicorn sex, trauma dumping, dealing with magical, gorey and insanely dangerous situations, then talking about said situations until they have a fight! Leaving eachother every time in the end because they can't seem to make it work long-term. They're incompatible because in canon, the only thing that finally made them stick together for good, was an orphaned girl in need of protection. It's not right, kind of like parents who are postponing their divorce until their daughter grows up :/

- Jaskier on the other hand, despite his magic-less ordinary humanity has a hilariously witty, optimistic, stupidly brave, highly empathetic, loyal and supportive personality. Yennefer would have an understanding partner who loves her, cherishes her, acceptc her for who she is without judgement nor pity. A partner who would make it his life's mission to help her see the good things this world has to offer, to make her happy because she deserves it!

- Damn it all, they both have been through enough, they both deserve a break. They actually GET eachother. I can already feel a drabble forming in my brain, set a week or so after the whole Voleth Mier shebang, Jaskier is struggling with PTSD and nightmares about Rience, Yennefer is struggling with guilt and shame because she put Ciri in danger. So while Geralt is too busy with Ciri's training to be there for Jaskier and he feels too betrayed to be in Yennefer's company, neither Yen nor Jask have anyone to turn to in Kaer Morhen, except eachother. Three months confined to a witcher keep together? Now that is a LOT of time to spend with someone you can be openly vulnerable around, bond with, heal and share joy with, unexpectedly falling in love....

- Yennefer too is an extremely good match for Jaskier, it's almost uncanny how much she completes him! Jaskier would finally have an understanding and loving partner who truly saw him when others didn't bother. And Yennefer liked what she saw, the familiar face of a simple human bard who offered kindness and compassion to strangers even if it could kill him. She saw courage, honesty, forgiveness and so much good, a collection of rare qualities she had never thought could exist within one single person all at once. After Voleth Mier, all that goodness was given to her so freely, it is still being given to her everyday, so she knows a treasure when it looks her right in the eyes with such easy warmth. She would make it her life's mission to cling onto him with everything she's got, to love and cherish him the way he deserves, to protect the only person she deems worthy of holding her heart!

- They have a lot in common too. From both having a knack for fashion, both being mischievous little shits at heart and both having high standards when it comes to personal hygiene. To also having similar tastes in both alcohol, humor, luxury and entertainment.....if Yennefer's kinky orgy party and Jaskier's reputation as the biggest slut on the continent is anything to go by.

- Speaking of sex, both of them having a high libido and exceptional skills in bed aside, they're fucking GORGEOUS people! Why wouldn't they find eachother attractive?

- Yennefer is basically a Goddess, beauty personified! She is elegant and breathtaking, everyone knows it.

- However, since a majority of the Witcher fandom usually dismisses Jaskier in favor of simping for Geralt, I can, I must and I WILL gush about how pretty Jaskier is! Cuz clearly some of them bitches be blind, Yennefer is one lucky witch!

- Jaskier is like only 1,5 inches shorter than his grouchy snowman friend. Meaning he is tall as all hell and he definitely isn't lacking in the muscle department either, that bard is jacked yo. His voice is soothing and his vocabulary is extensive enough to make the most experienced of whores blush from pillow talk. He has VERY soft looking hair and he has one of the most angelic fucking faces I've ever seen. His eyes are the clearest shade of blue and his expressions + mannerisms are absolutely adorable! Ok, I'm done gushing, onto the next point....

- Unlike Jaskier, I don't think I have a dummy thick enough of a vocabulary to express how much dopamine Yennskier fanfics give me, more specifically when their husband and wife act from Oxenfurt becomes an inside joke for them, leaving the rest of Kaer Morhen's inhabitants confused as fuck.

- Geralt getting a bit jealous? His brothers wondering when that could have happened? Ciri feeling bamboozled as well?

- It's all shits and giggles until somebody giggles and shits. It won't take long until their inside joke is no longer a joke. They already bicker like a married couple anyway XD

- I can not help but also headcanon Jaskier as not fully human. It would be sad if he up and died on his dear immortal wife. I don't necessarily picture him having chaos or other powers in this scenario, but when I do, I think that they would discover them together on accident.

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[thewritersaddictions]

Requests: The Witcher: Geralt of Rivia- Pained

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

Pov: 3rd pov

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

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

WC- 1.9k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Completed on: 03/13/23

Posted on: 03/20/23

The Hero's-

#angst #the witcher angst #fem reader #female reader #one shot #the witcher x y/n #the witcher x you #the witcher x reader #the witcher netflix #the witcher 3 #the witcher fanfiction #the witcher fic #geralt of rivera #yennefer of vengerberg #ciri of cintra #ciri x sister!reader #geralt x yennefer #geralt of rivia oneshot #angst oneshot #angst requests #heavy angst

[yelenasgreenvest]

Found Family Oneshot (Witcher Tv Series)

Geralt of Rivia, the renowned Witcher, sat in his study, surrounded by dusty tomes and aged manuscripts. Yennefer of Vengerberg, his powerful sorceress companion, sat nearby, her eyes intently scanning the pages of a spellbook. They had settled down in a humble cottage, nestled in the heart of a peaceful forest, creating a home for themselves and a sanctuary for Ciri, the young princess with extraordinary powers.

Ever since they had found each other, their lives had been filled with adventure and danger. But now, in this little corner of the world, they reveled in the simple joys of everyday life. Yennefer's magic adorned the cottage with enchantments, making it warm and welcoming. Geralt, despite his gruff exterior, found solace in the mundane tasks of chopping wood and mending fences. And Ciri, their beloved ward, brought light and laughter to their lives.

On this particular day, however, Ciri had grown restless. The walls of the cottage seemed to close in on her, and her heart yearned for exploration. "I'm going for a walk in the woods," she declared, eyes shining with excitement.

Yennefer looked up from her book, concern etched on her face. "Be careful, Ciri. Don't wander too far."

"I'll be fine, Yen," Ciri replied, flashing a mischievous grin. "I've got the best protectors in the world."

Geralt nodded, his golden eyes filled with fatherly affection. "We'll keep an eye out for you, little one. But remember, danger can lurk in the most unexpected places."

With that, Ciri set off into the sprawling forest, her footsteps light and full of anticipation. She roamed among the trees, listening to the songs of birds and the rustle of leaves under her feet. Time passed quickly, and as the sun began to set, a feeling of unease crept into Yennefer's heart.

"She's been gone for quite a while," Yennefer murmured, her voice filled with worry. "What if something happened?"

Geralt stood up, his sword strapped to his back. "I'll go find her," he said firmly. "Stay here, Yen."

Yennefer nodded, her anxiety growing by the second. As minutes turned into what felt like hours, her imagination conjured up countless dangers lurking in the forest. She couldn't bear the thought of losing Ciri, the precious girl they had come to love as their own.

Just as despair threatened to overtake her, a sound broke through the silence—a triumphant, joyous whoop that sent Yennefer's heart racing. She looked up to see Ciri swinging down from the trees, her face beaming with a mixture of exhilaration and relief.

"I'm back!" Ciri exclaimed, landing gracefully in front of Yennefer.

Yennefer's eyes filled with tears of both relief and joy. She pulled Ciri into a tight embrace, unable to find words to express her relief. Geralt appeared soon after, his stoic expression melting away into a rare smile.

"Ciri," Geralt said, his voice filled with both relief and reproach, "You had us worried sick."

Ciri's cheeks flushed, and she cast her gaze downwards. "I'm sorry, Geralt, Yennefer. I didn't mean to worry you. I just wanted to explore and have an adventure."

Yennefer knelt down, placing a gentle hand on Ciri's cheek. "Oh, my dear child, we understand. But you must remember, you're not alone anymore. We love you, and we'llalways worry about your safety."

Geralt stepped forward, his voice filled with warmth. "You're a part of our family now, Ciri. We'll always be here for you, no matter what. And adventures are best when we face them together."

Ciri's eyes welled up with tears, but this time they were tears of happiness. She threw her arms around Geralt and Yennefer, hugging them tightly. "I love you both," she whispered.

"We love you too, Ciri," Yennefer whispered back, her voice choked with emotion.

In that moment, surrounded by the love and warmth of her found family, Ciri realized the depth of their affection. She no longer felt alone or adrift in the world. With Geralt and Yennefer by her side, she had found a home—a place where she was cherished and protected.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the cottage, the three of them stood together, their bond stronger than ever. And as the night settled in, they returned to their cozy home, their hearts brimming with love, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

#witcher fanfiction #witcher fic #witcher #geralt of rivia #witcher yennefer #yennifer #yennefer x geralt #found family fic #cirillia #the witcher netflix #the witcher #geralt #yennefer #geralt and ciri #geralt and yennefer #yennefer and ciri

[sky-kiss]

G, M and U ❤️

G - Have you ever had an OTP? If so, do you remember your first one? Who was in it?

I have been around. I’ve been around. I have many OTP’s. All cursed. I think…what was my original OTP…

Cloud/Aerith? Or Link/Zelda? I would have been like 7. If we’re picking more recent OTP’s that don’t involve OC’s or anything, I’d go with like…oh god. What do I like? All the thoughts have left my brain. Raphael/Haarlep in a wretched and twisted way. Geralt/Yennefer. GERALT/YENNEFER. 

M - Name a character that you’d like to have for a friend.

Many. Find me a loyal gremlin and you will find someone I’d like to befriend. Dante from DMC, Garrus and Miri from ME, Jaheira, uh…many.

U - Three favorite characters from three different fandoms, and why they’re your favorites.

Also asked by @inaconstantstateofchange and @flamemittens. 

Yennefer: my baby girl. Yennefer is perfect. God. I love her. She starts off as seemingly cold and mean, but she’s really just stressed about her daughter. I love, love, love, seemingly frosty characters who are hiding their insecurities behind their power, self-possession, and aloofness. Yennefer is so deeply feeling. She’s unflinchingly loyal. When push comes to shove, Yennefer would fight god, the world, and the natural order to protect the people she loves. When you’ve earned her trust, she’s support you. She’s perfect. (She’s also a dark-haired, mean sorceress and like…that’s my catnip. I collect them like Pokemon).

Garrus from Mass Effect. My beloved boy. He’s perfect. The growth this character goes on. It’s so rare in franchises that we get a character who would be the protagonist if the main character was absent. Garrus could be the MC, but Shep is just that good. Garrus is loyal, determined, dedicated, passionate, playful. His romance is probably the closest to perfect for a M x F ship in games, to me. The progression from intimate friends to lovers? /chefs kiss. He goes out of his way to make you laugh. He’s the one person Shep knows will always be there. There’s no Shep without Vakarian. And god, I love him. 

Raphael. I feel like I’m obligated on this one, haha. He’s fascinating to me? Like. Setting the looks and the voice aside, he has so much potential. His capacity for darkness and humanity, his conflicting nature, his relationships in the Hells…it all has so much room for growth. We had so little of him in game, but he made such an impression. Incredible character.

#asks

[cahirandcirilla]

The Lady of the Lake chapter 9, by Andrzej Sapkowski

There were too many of them to be able to risk fighting, even in a narrow corridor. And Bonhart was surely nearby. Ciri turned back and bolted. She burst into the room with the marble goddess. And froze.

Before her stood a knight with a great sword, in a black cloak and helmet decorated with the wings of a bird of prey.

The town was burning. She heard the roar of fire, saw flames flickering and felt the heat of the conflagration. The neighing of horses and the screaming of the murdered were in her ears. The black bird’s wings suddenly flapped, covering everything… Help!

Cintra, she thought, coming to her senses. The Isle of Thanedd. He’s followed me all the way here. He’s a demon. I’m surrounded by demons, by nightmares from my dreams. Bonhart behind me, him in front of me.

The shouting and stamping of enemies coming running could be heard behind her.

The knight in the plumed helmet suddenly took a step forward. Ciri overcame her fear. She yanked Swallow from its scabbard.

“You will not touch me!”

The knight moved forward and Ciri noticed in amazement that a fair-haired girl armed with a curved sabre was hiding behind his cloak. The girl flashed past Ciri like a lynx, sending one of the approaching lackeys sprawling with a slash of her sabre. And the black knight, astonishingly, rather than attacking Ciri, slit open another thug with a powerful blow. The remaining one retreated into the corridor.

The fair-haired girl rushed for the door, but didn’t manage to close it. Although she was whirling her sabre menacingly and yelling, the lackeys shoved her back from the portal. Ciri saw one of them stab her with a pilum, saw the girl fall to her knees. Ciri leaped and slashed backhand

with Swallow, while the Black Knight ran up on the other side, hacking terribly with his long sword. The fair-haired girl, still on her knees, drew an axe from her belt and hurled it, hitting one of the bruisers right in the face. Then she lunged for the door, slammed it and the knight bolted it.

“Phew,” said the girl. “Oak and iron! It’ll take them some time to chop their way through that!”

“They won’t waste time, they’ll search for another way,” commented the Black Knight soberly, after which his face suddenly darkened on seeing the girl’s blood-soaked trouser leg. The girl waved a hand dismissively.

“Let’s be away.” The knight removed his helmet and looked at Ciri. “I’m Cahir Mawr Dyffryn, son of Ceallach. I came here with Geralt. To rescue you, Ciri. I know it’s unbelievable.”

“I’ve seen more unbelievable things,” Ciri growled.

“You’ve come a long way… Cahir… Where’s Geralt?”

He looked at her. She remembered his eyes from Thanedd. Dark blue and as soft as silk. Pretty.

“He’s rescuing the sorceress,” he answered. “That—”

“Yennefer. Let’s go.”

“Yes!” said the fair-haired girl, putting a makeshift dressing on her thigh. “We still have to kick a few arses! For auntie!”

“Let’s go,” repeated the knight. But it was too late.

“Run away,” whispered Ciri, seeing who was approaching along the corridor. “He’s the devil incarnate. But he only wants me. He won’t come after you… Run… Help Geralt…”

Cahir shook his head.

“Ciri,” he said kindly. “I’m surprised by what you’re saying. I came here from the end of the world to find you, rescue you and defend you. And now you want me to run away?”

“You don’t know who you’re up against.”

Cahir pulled up his sleeve, tore off his cloak and wrapped it around his left arm. He brandished his sword and whirled it so fast it hummed.

“I’ll soon find out.”

Bonhart, seeing the three of them, stopped. But only for a moment.

“Aha!” he said. “Have the reinforcements arrived? Your companions, witcher girl? Very well. Two less, two more. Makes no difference.”

Ciri had a sudden flash of inspiration.

“Say farewell to your life, Bonhart!” she yelled. “It’s the end of you! You’ve met your match!”

She must have overdone it and he caught the lie in her voice. He stopped and looked suspiciously.

“The Witcher? Really?”

Cahir whirled his sword, standing in position. Bonhart didn’t budge.

“This witch has more of a liking for younger men than I expected,” he hissed. “Just look here, my young blade.”

He pulled his shirt open. Silver medallions flashed in his fist. A cat, a gryphon and a wolf.

“If you are truly a witcher—” he ground his teeth “—know that your own quack amulet will soon embellish my collection. If you’re not a witcher, you’ll be a corpse before you manage to blink. It would be wise, therefore, to get out of my way and take to your heels. I want this wench; I don’t bear a grudge against you.”

“You talk big,” Cahir said calmly, twirling the blade. “Let’s see if your bite’s worse than your bark. Angoulême, Ciri. Flee!”

“Cahir—”

“Run,” he corrected himself, “and help Geralt.”

They ran. Ciri was holding up the limping Angoulême.

“You asked for it.” Bonhart squinted his pale eyes and moved forward, whirling his sword.

“I asked for it?” Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach repeated dully. “No. It’s what destiny wants!”

They leaped at each other, quickly engaged, surrounding each other with a frantic kaleidoscope of blades. The corridor filled with the clang of iron, seemingly making the marble sculpture tremble and rock.

“You aren’t bad,” rasped Bonhart when they came apart. “You aren’t bad, my young blade. But you’re no witcher. The little viper deceived me. You’re done for. Prepare for death.”

“You talk big.”

Cahir took a deep breath. The clash had convinced him he had faint chance with the fishy-eyed man. This man was too fast and too strong for him. The only chance was that Bonhart was in a hurry to get after Ciri. And he was clearly irritated.

Bonhart attacked again. Cahir parried a cut, stooped, jumped, seized his opponent by the belt, shoved him against the wall and kneed him hard in the crotch. Bonhart caught him by the face, battered him powerfully on the side of the head with his sword pommel; once, twice, thrice. The third blow shoved Cahir back. He saw the flash of the blade. He parried instinctively.

Too slowly.

#cahiri #cahir x ciri #cirilla fiona elen riannon #cahir mawr dyffryn aep ceallach #ciri x cahir #the lady of the lake #book #excerpt

[kunosoura]

top 5 fictional morally dubious magic women

i abhor a hierarchy anon, it's in my contractual anarchist obligations, but here's 5 in no order from around the top

jane from The Iron Dragon's Daughter. never not rotating her in my head.

akemi homura. number one time loop loser failgirl in the world.

the witch from into the woods. it's a little theater kid of me but I don't have any other examples originated by bernadette peters which is a high mark

Medea, I love how there's something wrong with her from like the very beginning. imagine being on an impossible quest and praying to the gods for assistance and they send you a powerful sorceress who's completely insane and also in love with you. like among her first acts she kills her own brother for jason. and then later kills jason's dad. Misogynist maybe but it's also a lot of fun!!

Yennefer of Vengerburg, she's vain and selfish and uses magic in crazy dark ways and weaves in and out of geralt's narrative on her own path. Ideal character.

[hanzajesthanza]

yennefer achieving the literal divine favor of the goddess of fertility and motherhood is such a satisfying part of her character arc.

considering the emotional pain her infertility left her with… she knew she was permanently infertile while simultaneously running her professional fertility clinic, helping women deal with pregnancies and create the very kind of family for themselves that she sought for herself …

for so long, she was so close to this world and yet so far away. and it wounded her so gravely, pained her with longing and loneliness and a sense of inferiority — which completely contradicted her noble, proud identity as yennefer of vengerberg —

feeling othered in a sense as powerful as, perhaps even more powerful than how geralt felt othered for being a witcher… her bitter words shared with him during belletyn, the detail that she often fell into these kinds of moods.

it directly parallels what geralt feels about the slow dying out of witchers, his agony over a slow extinction.

so much of the witcher is about a cycle, a neverending cycle, oroborous eating his own tail, like a story with an ending with infinite possibilities, places, and times — and the pain when this cycle is severed, when there’s no hope of children, when there is no rebirth. there is no possibility to selflessly love and foster something so much smaller than yourself, to care and love and be gentle… this is why witchers die alone, why sorcerers and sorceresses become so vain and self-obsessed.

specifically about sorcerers and sorceresses obsessed with their own power and control — this is what makes yennefer completely different from that of vilgefortz and that of philippa, both who desired power and control. yennefer did not want either of those things. she does not want everything — rather, she sacrifices everything, everything she has: her power, her dignity, even her her bodily autonomy, during her mad attempt to save ciri.

everything else holds little value to her. the only thing which matters is ciri. which again, parallels her with geralt.

literally. nothing else matters. they fly into suicidal sacrifice in the name of their child.

motherhood is more valuable to her than anything else. not the selfish idea of motherhood, of wanting a child for yourself, but the selfless idea of it, of wanting to devote yourself to a child.

and freyja, the ultimate authority of motherhood as a very concept, testing yennefer and coming to the decision that she deserves her favor, her diamond, her brisingamen… it’s even more powerful than the scenes of yennefer at first becoming a mother. because it is here that yennefer really begins to understand what motherhood is. it’s not always joy. it’s pain, suffering, and sacrifice. how much are you willing to sacrifice, yennefer? for ciri? for your daughter? everything. more than everything…

#the witcher books #yennefer #ciri #yennefer of vengerberg #cirilla of cintra #txt #book: tower of the swallow #book: baptism of fire #excerpt #f: my pretty little ugly one #f: i want to see the sky #c: yennefer #c: ciri #c: geralt #cw fertility #cw pregnancy #she doesnt wish to be subservient and she doesnt wish to be powerful #she just wishes to be a mother… #story: something more #story: the voice of reason #story: a question of price #analysis

[okruchlodu]

Two weeks since their reunion had passed, and she found herself embodying the impatience that she felt in something of an insatiable itch; a feral, wild animal caged somewhere deep inside of her, scratching to get out. All seemed to be well - for now; Ciri was safe and unhurt, away from every thing that meant her harm; Geralt was here, with them, and the likelihood that she could steal the witcher away for this, if only for a short time, appeared doable. She shelved what guilt she felt if only for Ciri's sake. Too soon, one might have said was it for her to set out on this adventure, and yet the enchantress would not take any chances— not if it meant doing everything within her power to keep her daughter of Chaos safe and alive. She preferred to harness what power she could, now, before what most she feared once more came calling for them… And even though she deigned neither think nor speak of it —she was not foolish enough to truly allow herself believe the peace would last; there was just too many enemies hot on their trail; half of the Continent had been hunting them down for such long a time now, Yennefer felt as though they had not stopped running for years, now; there was still too much at stake, too many battles to be fought, obstacles to overcome. And even though, here, sheltered away on the edge of the world where naught but wolves & witchers dwelt, felt safe, Yennefer would not risk it.

Last night, the sorceress, after demanding the Witcher meet her here come the morn, proclaiming him the very best of trackers and herself in dire need of his skills, had then went on to pack a basket full of elixirs and potions ( meant to aid the Witcher track the creature she was after ) for their travels. The place of power she wanted to take Geralt was a few miles east, so they would be traveling on horseback; she was still recovering from the floods of dimeritium Vilgefortz had flown into her bloodstream and the atrocious abuses inflicted upon her, and the fact this Witcher of hers absolutely detested portals had not somehow escaped her memory.

Standing in the stable area, now, swathed in a sable black cloak and with her violet eyes blazing like a river of purple mist in the sunlight, Yennefer pressed her palm to a restless mare’s flank, soothing her, ❝  a' caelme tedd…❞  she whispered the incarnation in Elder, tiny flickers of magic spilling from her fingertips in wisps of lilac light as she soothed the animal; she moved next to Geralt's horse, readying it, too, for their travels. ❝  easy, Roach… He won’t be too long now…❞  she uses her magic to conjure up a treat for the mount, delicately offering it up as she awaits his arrival, ❝  if he values certain parts of his body, that is… and what shall we name this one, hm? ❞ she indicates the mare she intends to ride herself, gloved hand still caressing Roach's mane. GODS, was she now, too, talking to horses? Perhaps surviving capture by Vilgefortz had left her short of a marble, after all!

@taleswritten

#ok so I thought maybe this could be set right after Geralt rescued her and Ciri from Stygga Castle? & we can take it from there and see how #our* story unfolds. #& geralt — my god is all mud / blood / desire & vision #& Geralt — taleswritten. #also.... i have a surprise in u bc i already know something about this lil trip of theirs that u dont xoxo #bear with me as i remake all my icons from scratch... ugh.

[fangirleaconmigo]

Both Unwanted Daughters

Yennefer x Renfri. Rated mature for references to Renfri’s past.

Here is what I imagine would have happened if Yen came to Blaviken instead of Geralt.

—-

Yennefer pretends she does not sense the wild woman in the smoky tavern approaching her. But she does. She has no choice.

The woman’s chaos is like frenzied sparks broken free of a wildfire. The warmth skitters across Yennefer’s skin. She has to focus to prevent herself from visibly reacting to it.

When she raises her eyes and gets a real, proper look at the woman, she reacts anyways, with a sharp intake of breath.

Yennefer has grown inured to beauty. In her world, beauty is an object created for display. It is one tool among many, used to impress and manipulate people. After decades of attending lavish parties with caviar illusions, false white smiles, and finery created with the burnished skin of endangered species, she has forgotten what it feels like to be awestruck by beauty.

Actual beauty.

Beauty that does not exist to be observed. Beauty that roars to life, streaked with dirt and clad in audacity, and sinks its claws into your flesh.

The woman swaggers closer still, her scabbard slapping softly against her hips. The way she moves suggests that her slight, gently curvaceous body is far more powerful than it looks. The table full of craven thugs she has just left in the corner studiously avert their eyes.

“Madam Yennefer of Vengerberg.” Her eyes glitter with a mocking humor. She bows so low that her honey brown curls tumble forward, momentarily obscuring her face.

“What do you want?” Yennefer demands sharply, pretending to be very interested in her cup of wine.

It isn’t true that Yennefer feels nothing in the face of beauty. Dangerous beauty. Ungovernable beauty.

She feels plenty. She feels irritated.

“Well.” The woman smirks and leans rakishly against the bar. “I love a girl who gets right to the point. My name is—“

“Princess Renfri of Creyden.”

Princess Renfri’s eyebrows shoot up. She is surprised, but pleased. “How did you know?”

“I know about every political intrigue that happens in the North.”

Bitterness briefly clouds Renfri’s face. “Is that what it is called in your world when a man rapes you and tries to kill you?” She aims a scornful glance at the sorceress. “Political intrigue?”

Yennefer cannot help it. She snorts. She is not given to snorting. But it is so childishly naive and stupid.

“Just barely.”

“What the shit is that supposed to mean?”

Yennefer shrugs. “You are not a proper heir. So, I would call it minor political intrigue.” She waves her hand casually. “And you only qualify as that much because in recent years, the exploits of Meve and Calanthe have convinced a few powerful men to pay more attention to disaffected little girls.”

Renfri does not like disaffected little girls and her eyes blaze. But Yennefer pretends not to notice.

“Your situation is worth, at most, a mention near the end of a meeting, just when things are wrapping up and people try to cram in the smaller matters that do not actually warrant conversation.”

Renfri’s face hardens. Her body bunches up and her anger is raw. It infects the flavor, there is no better way to describe it, of her chaos. It tastes exactly like the thing that she is—-an unwanted daughter with a weeping infected wound. It is too familiar. Yennefer feels it like a stab to her soft fleshy underbelly and she has to harden herself to mirror the anger she sees in the princess.

“And who the fuck are you to speak that way about me?” Renfri demands.

Yennefer spins on her stool and looks at her defiantly. “Even less. If you are minor political intrigue, then I am what minor political intrigue shits out. Unlike you, I have never had a throne to lose. Unlike you, I have nothing to reclaim. There is no greatness awaiting me with open arms. I was born into pig shit and thrown out with the refuse. How dare you ask me for anything?”

Yennefer can feel heat creeping into her voice, so she stops abruptly and turns back towards the bar again.

Renfri blinks, clearly taken aback. Clearly considering the twist the conversation has taken. Yennefer drinks her wine. She nods at the bartender to indicate that she is finished with her plate.

“I misjudged you.”

Yennefer ignores her. She is still trying to stifle the emotion that sent the heat into her voice.

Renfri stands and watches her in silence. It should feel awkward. Dishware clinks and men sit at tables telling foul jokes. And Renfri is silent.

Yet it isn’t awkward. Once Yen is calmer she feels a tinge of regret. Her anger is misplaced. Misdirected. Renfri hasn’t done anything wrong.

“Wait,” Renfri says, breaking the silence. She has just thought to ask something. “How did you know I was her? You’ve heard the stories. But how did you connect them to me?”

Yennefer glances over and looks her up and down. “Only a Princess would be so utterly, comically shit at tailoring the clothes she stole off an oversized thug.”

Renfri chuckles. Her shoulders have loosened now. She thinks they are on the same side. That is dangerous. They are not on the same side.

“You lie like a fox, Lady Yennefer. I look dashing.” She pulls down her vest and pats her hips as though to make sure everything is still there.

Despite her best efforts, Yennefer’s eyes follow the movement of her hands, lingering just a precious beat too long on her waist. On the spot where it swells elegantly into her hips. Renfri’s lips curl into a smug smile.

Yennefer yanks her eyes away but Renfri has smelled the blood in the water. She leans against the bar, sliding closer, until Yennefer is forced to look directly at her again.

“So that is how you knew I was a princess? I look like utter shit?” Her voice is sing song and mocking.

Yennefer rolls her eyes. “That and the squad of goons at the table who obviously defer to you. What other wild woman roams the countryside looking deranged and commanding an assortment of idiots with clubs and daggers?”

Renfri laughs again. It is throaty and self assured. There is nothing calculated about it. No wonder they fucking hated her at court.

“Now that you have confirmation that I am a princess, are you intrigued, Lady Yennefer?” Her eyes slide from Yennefer’s face down her neck. She wets her lower lip. “Tell me. Have you ever wanted to bed a princess? In your very long life?”

Yennefer purses her lips and ignores Renfri’s attempt to goad her about her age. “Just tell me what you want. I don’t have time for games.”

The smile does not leave Renfri’s lips but she grows serious. “Alright. I need your help.”

“That’s better. I prefer honesty.”

Renfri laughs. “I was being honest. I would kill to make those enchanting violet eyes flutter closed in ecstasy-“

Yennefer holds up her hand. “Stop. Just tell me what you want so I can tell you no, and so you can leave me in peace, disgraced, feral, exiled Princess Renfri of Creyden.”

Just as she did not respond to Renfri’s attempt to goad her, Renfri manages not to take the bait.

“Fine,” she responds. She lowers her voice and scoots closer still. Yennefer can no longer see her cup of wine because her entire view of the bar is blocked by Renfri. She turns the full force of her doe eyes on Yennefer. They are light honey brown like her hair, shot through with green.

“You are in town to meet with Stregobor. And I want to kill him.”

Yennefer blanches.

“That frightens you?”

Yen carefully returns her expression neutral. She thinks quickly.

She is there to meet Stregobor because after twenty years of clawing and scraping and scheming, she is finally on the precipice of being appointed to the Council. Stregobor, who has always disdained her, but who she has thoroughly outmaneuvered, is her final hurdle to being seated on the council.

It is a done deal. A formality. But Yennefer is wise enough to know that done deals can unravel at the last possible moment.

She cannot afford to go into this meeting ignorant of a crime Stregobor has committed. She must know what his vulnerabilities are. Who his enemies are.

Whatever the contemptible, awful little toad has done to Renfri, Yen can use that information to curry favor with him. Or to manipulate him. Or to blackmail him. She doesn’t know yet. But information is power. And the fact that she doesn’t know why Renfri of Creyden wants to kill him is an unacceptable, even shocking, lapse in information and power.

She must get the princess to share. To speak freely. She must make sure her appointment goes off without a hitch. So, Yen goads her again, but hopefully in a less obvious way this time.

“Not frightened. Just surprised. Stregobor is so respectable. So highly regarded. It simply surprises me that he could have done something to deserve death.”

“Liar.”

She speaks the word as though it is real. But she seems amused. Like Yen’s lie is a joke they are both in on.

“What did he do?” Yen repeats.

Renfri casts her eyes down, then looks up fetchingly.“I will tell you, but it will take some time.”

Yen leans forward as though she is telling her a secret. They are so close now that she can feel Renfri’s breath on her. “I have time. I don’t meet him until tomorrow.”

Renfri considers for a moment. “May I join you for dinner? In the private luxury suite you have no doubt rented for the week?”

It is both the worst and the best idea that Yennefer has heard in ages. It is a dangerous game being seen with a woman who wants to kill the man with final approval for her appointment to the council. But she can use any information she gains to her advantage.

Any desire, any deep burning want she feels for the princess is entirely incidental.

“Shall I change into court attire?” she teases. I have never had a private dinner with a princess.

Renfri smiles and drags a finger down a lock of Yennefer’s hair. She watches the soft, shiny lock slide between her fingers. “Actually, the less attire the better.”

She barely has to move. It is just a subtle lean.

And they are kissing.

——

I have been dreaming of writing this fic for probably the past year and a half. Then I heard The Calling, off of The Amazing Devil’s Ruin album. And I thought oh. This is Yen and Renfri. And I started writing.

I will probably work on it here and there until it is done. But since I know it is really almost exclusively for me (not many Yenfri readers) I will take my time. But I’m putting my whole heart into it.

#the witcher #yennefer of vengerberg #renfri of creyden #descarada writes #descarada writes yenfri #the amazing devil lyrics as fic titles #yenfri #the calling #the amazing devil #yennefer x renfri #Renfri

[fulgursmediaanalysisdrama]

Also I've heard the intriguing take that Witcher is very women centric in it's povs and opinions (never shutting up about the right to choose, bodily autonomy, consent and abortion after all), and in the way Geralt is often sexualized and dehumanized having to give in to performing masculinity even if he doesn't want to because it is expected from the women around him

This is, as I said, intriguing and somewhat true but not everything that is there

Geralt is generally ostracized and dehumanized, fitting in more with the dwarfs and halflings and other non humans

But the objectification of his is mostly related to the mages, and often bar girls and prostitutes

Which he also isn't comfortable with but also isn't against it? See Angoulême, see the Zerrikanians

But it is part of something that's very obvious, all that talks between Geralt and various women, say Calanthe, about abortion is dissenting talk. These ideas are not respected or liked even Sorceresses commonly provide them

See how Geralt and the entire Hansa talk Milva out of taking the abortion potion Reiges had made because no one liked the idea and how all it did was create tragedy. Angoulême as the only other woman only joining after that

The sorceresses as well give a huge fuck about being attractive to any man, in a world that is undeniably patriarchal even if the lodge tries to "center" all power in the hands of women/sorceresses, they still relie and manipulation but even if they didn't they'd be very far from their goal. And what is shown repeatedly is that you can't beat patriarchal standards by making yourself appealing to those standards and therefore gaining influence, because that influence isn't real it is dependent on optics and not breaking out of the rules limiting you. Because of you do you'll see how fragile the influence and respect you've gained really is

Does that mean wanting to be perceived as attractive is bad? Is wearing make up and dresses and jewelry? No. But determining your self worth and self confidence on the approval of others does not liberate you, you keep yourself dependent on others

And like if you are and you can't escape obviously there's no reason not to take whatever little straw there is, but these women, these sorceresses built their entire self image around being independent from and better than men, while enforcing misogynistic rules for themselves and others, even stripping them of autonomy and reproductive rights. Something I alluded to earlier, Calanthe and Geralt discussed as divine and unquestionable

All this stuff is also why Yennefers and Ciris talk about men and how to choose them, Ciris awkward attempts to be sexy to men, and later queer/bisexual self discovery with Mistle where she had to work through her own homophobia are important andn related in my eyes

Is there also room here to discuss how the Witchers boil themselves down to being Witchers (non humans) and men in order to protect themselves emotionally? How they denie all feelings in order to not have to confront/realize the abuse they are put through? How that leads to them not being able to properly develop healthy relationships and denies them certain facets of life and emotional closure? How that also is directly related to patriarchy and how it harms the men it on paper empowers as the sole group to be truly empowered by it?

None of the witchers are uncomfortable with their roles as men, none are queer all are straight, but we still see them hurt and stunted by patriarchal standards. They don't have a choice but to like it. And they aren't like bad people, they try their best in their way and with their limited knowledge taking care of Ciri. But that doesn't change the circumstances.

And the only two to try to escape in any way, Coën and Geralt, the only two who choose to care and fight for something better, who try escaping the role set out for them, together with Yennefer who also tries to escape the influence of the lodge and mages/sorceresses, all three end up dead. Having died fighting in a war against the oppressor, in a pogrom in opposition to racism and social inequality, for love and care over superficial attraction and limiting oneself to having a reproductive duty. (Geralt and Yennefer both being infertile and Yenn staying true to her belief that reproduction is something that shouldn't be taken away from anyone involuntarily like it was done to them both and that everyone should get to make an informed decision, but also accepting that she won't regain her ability to get pregnant, and with Ciri both of them have a kid, someone to care for, someone who loves them, the realization that their self worth and their worth to others isn't determined by their reproductive ability alone.)

[thegirl20]

I just saw this answer you gave several days ago /post/709068465657561088 and I need to say something that's been bothering me for all this time. While I do see why people would see their relationship as mother/daughter, if Yennefer were a man, not a soul would think their dynamic is that of a mother/son and the heteronormativity of that just.. irks me tbh

Oh, that's interesting.

I think the mother/daughter thing comes from the huge power and age differential at the beginning of their relationship. Tissaia is a centuries old sorceress, taking in a child who has no idea how to control their power. Personally, I wouldn't look at Tissaia's actions at Aretuza and call them 'maternal', but in terms of the 'traditional' view of family, she is an older woman in charge of a bunch of girls and she raises them, while teaching* them the ways of the world.

If, instead of Yennefer, it had been a 14 year old boy that Tissaia took in and raised to adulthood, I still think there would be a hefty proportion of people saying they were mother/son. Particularly in this new purity culture that's developing - there's a lot of policing of fictional relationships for any perceived toxicity.

If Yennefer had been a man, more of the fandom would have shipped them, I agree. (Maybe? You never can tell when a woman's over 35 if general fans will ship them with people. And if Yen had been a young hot boy, you just know she'd be shipped with another young hot boy.)

In terms of the show, I don't think it's the equivalent of, say, Emma Swan turning up in OUaT as Henry's other parent and having an adversarial relationship with Regina and having scenes like the one below and then them NOT getting together. If Emma had been a man, there's absolutely no doubt in my mind that she'd have hooked up with Regina. I don't think the set up of Yen and Tissaia's relationship in the show narratively leads to them being in a relationship, intentionally or unintentionally.

(I'm not a Swan Queen fan, btw, but I'm not an idiot)

I think Yennefer and Tissaia's relationship is really complicated and layered and that's why people see lots of different things in it. I also think that the actresses work particularly well together and their chemistry adds intensity to what's on the page. So I can't say how I'd feel about them if Yennefer were a man and played by someone else.

I'd be interested in hearing other people's thoughts on this.

*Tissaia's teaching methods are generally horrific, leading to disfigurement, electrocution and, ultimately for some, permanent erasure of humanity through eeling

#badassheda #yennaia #yennefer x tissaia #the witcher

[roughentumble]

I know what classpecting is but I saw the witch of time Yen knight of blood Geralt post now I'm curious what Jaskier's would be

mostly i didnt add him because i was literally falling asleep as i made the post and didnt want to keep myself up, but also because im stuck at a bit of an impasse on what i'd classpect him as.

explanation of geralt yen and ciri classpecting for the next four paragraphs, jaskier explanation at the end, sorry its so long

im fairly sold on knight of blood for geralt, because not only does it just Sound very Him, knights are known to have a facade they show to the rest of the world to hide deeper inner turmoil, and blood is the aspect of connections, and he is literally at the center of a vast web of connections (the hansa, the witchers of kaer morhen, the family he creates with yen and ciri) which he has to work at various times to maintain and keep healthy, despite the way he thinks he's not suited for it, the way he expects to be hated, and in fact the times where he's genuinely in over his head. he's both challenged by, and inherently suited for this post, which is a very Homestuck Classpect thing. not to mention how deeply he feels bonds once they form, and how far he'll go to protect them.

i mostly made yen witch of time because while geralt is the much needed glue to hold their little family together, she is vital for the teaching and mentoring of ciri in a different way, she's a very powerful figure in her own right, and time is one of the two aspects that is absolutely necessary for a viable session. i don't know how much the classpect suits her personally, but it's a very necessary and powerful role, and i could easily see it being one of seclusion, where one thinks they know it all and so they'll make and guide through their plans and their timeloops, and the others ought to simply go where they lead, and yen making plans and not telling others the details seems to be a running theme. in fact that may make her even more suited to be the /mage/ of time, but, like i said, i was falling asleep, and a witch just sounded more right simply because she's a witch/sorceress in canon lol.

ciri as witch of space is most up in the air, i could see her being a lot of other classes, but space is the other aspect that a session literally cannot be viable without. even more important than time, without a space player to breed the genesis frog, your session will never give birth to life, and all of the game is doomed with no win conditions. this makes ciri a player that is incredibly important and sought after, but mostly due to the fact that she'll have a potent role in breeding-- something unfortunately true in canon as well, where she's sought after for the fact she's said to one day give birth to a fatedly important man. on top of that, some classes suffer from an abundance of their aspect, and one of the ways ciri suffers is through space; an abundance of it keeping her from the people she cares about, who care about her, who would want to keep her safe and loved and looked after. one who suffers from space and yet uses space to appear where needed, teleporting and yet never able to be near loved ones and always seeming to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, suffering and yet giving birth to something vital should she fulfill her destiny, or leaving a new world to rot as she shucks what the gods plan in order to live with those who really matter to her. seems very ciri to me, mostly i gave her witch as a way of inheriting the title from yennefer. a class that is somehow a middleground between yen and geralt while still being active, and one that inspires suffering through its aspect, would be more suited for her but again i was falling asleep.

the reason also that they three have these specific classpects is a way of making them viable as a small three-person session. time and space are needed, but if it were only yen and ciri they would be a lord and muse, and i dont want to leave geralt out. if it was literally them and only them in sburb, time and space are non-questionable. and geralt doesnt strike me much as either sort of player. ciri COULD transcend rules and be dual-aspected, i suppose, since canonically she's the lady of time AND space in the witcher universe, but that feels a little too fanon-y to me and im not into it. so in the case of a three person session, yen would have to be time while ciri would be space, and geralt just seems a blood player to me.

now. here we get to jaskier. first of all, introducing more players means that yen's classpect gets called into question. suddenly she doesnt HAVE to be a time player, since others are open for the role, others who personalities might be more suited for it. but also being a time player makes you Very Important, and im hesitant to remove that plot relevance from her character. onto jaskier himself: its actually tempting to make HIM the [class] of time, because time is often associated with music in homestuck. dave has his turntables, aradia her music boxes. time is the rhythm of reality, and when you're tuned into the beat, that's what gives you control of it. so a musician seems very leaning towards that role. you could even make him a bard! bard of time is a valid classpect. but bards in homestuck dont fit the same role as bards the career. and honestly i kind of agree with that one classpecting post i read that said bards are the author's puppets in homestuck. bards as we've seen them in the series kind of just do what's needed for plot contrivance, and i dont think jaskier is THAT useless. a bard of time almost makes sense for him based on other classpecting, where theyre a role of whimsey and joy, and time having musical associations. but i think it makes him too plot-central and leaves him with too little agency, it kind of reduces him in a way i dont think suits him. also, i dont think i want him to wear a codpiece and a cone-shaped hat! sorry, im bringing aesthetics into this

ignoring gendering the classes, i could see him as a rogue, page, or sylph. all classes generally thought of as passive. rogues steal [their aspect] to distribute to the rest of their team, while suffering from an abundance of [aspect], like roxy(rogue of void) suffering from blackouts due to her excessive reliance on alcohol. sylphs are thought of in fanon as a healing class, healing others through [aspect], like the sylph of light healing psychological wounds by helping people "See the light". and pages are thought of as weaklings who suffer from a total lack of [aspect], but who become the most powerful characters once they grow. the trouble is getting them to grow at all. like tavros, who couldve been powerful, but spent a lot of his time stagnant or lead astray, "growing" in ways that were actually regressive for him. (ive seen arguments about how to define a page but shhhhh ive already typed so many words).

rogue of heart might be a good classpect for him. he steals people's love though his wondrous lute playing, but suffers from a lack of ability to feel that love himself, whether because they dont return his feelings, or because he has difficulty actually feeling that love in return. but heart is also linked to personality, sense of self, etc, and jaskier doesnt strike me as one that deals with confusion about his sense of self.

a sylph of heart would potentially be similar to a rogue of it, healing others through love, but again, im not entirely convinced heart suits him. as a sylph of life he might live life to the fullest, and inspire those around him to do so as well!....sometimes to their own detriment.

i dont know what draws me to page. i certainly dont think he's the most strong or valued player on the field, which is what i like about him, and giving him a class that says "you'd kick everything's ass if only you unlocked your potential" doesnt do it for me, though i guess if we relegate him to being forever stunted, or make him highest "goal"/"best self" one who's incredible talents dont lie at the heart of getting ahead in the game, perhaps it would work better. tavros DID excel when vriska wasnt trying to make him something he wasnt, he just didnt excel at the parts that were, like, winning the game.

there's plenty of aspects, too, that i think could suit him. heart, in his ability to sway the hearts of others. life, for his vivacity, the way he starts with abundance(a viscount, being born into royalty is a very common life player thing), the way he suffers from rules and constraints.

but ultimately, i think breath would be an interesting aspect for him. breath is easygoing, blowing from place to place, with no interest in being tied down. breath is whats in your lungs when you tell a story, its what carries each note from your lute to someone's ears. its associated with protagonists and jokesters, and while he isnt the former he does have the plot armor of one, and he can most certainly be the latter. caught up in whims, letting himself be pulled by the force of the story, his deepest connections forged by the knight of blood who so quickly saw him and grew close to him, without asking him to compromise his flighty ways.

but at the same time, his flightiness sometimes hurts him. he gets into trouble when he blows things off, when he gets too full of hot air, when he cant seem to stop talking. he cant find just one love, darting from one partner to the next, too free to be pinned down like a butterfly on a board. he sometimes suffers from an abundance of freedom, though there's nowhere he'd rather be than the open road, on the next great adventure, sat beside his closest companions. i think he would be a rogue of breath.

#witcher tag #ogc tag #open to other classpects ofc! #but this is what i get from him #long post tag

[thenightling]

The Witcher Seasons 1 and 2 summarized: VERY abridged (I cut out a lot to make it easy to follow) Okay, to summarize the first two seasons…

For season 1 I'm going to go as linear as possible. I think it was foolish for the show to try to imitate West World by having the three stories from three different time periods be told all at once and without any indication that they are different time periods until later.

It's especially confusing when at least two of the main characters don't age and they "forgot" to age Jaskier.

Anyway...

_______________________________ Season 1 of The Witcher:

A little girl with bone and spine deformities is revealed to have magical potential and is sold off to a magick school. At the school (where many students are sacrificed and few become actual sorceresses) she becomes a powerful sorceress. It turns out this girl is part elf, which is why she has unusual, purple eyes. Magick enables her to become beautiful and mostly immortal (She doesn't age) but at the price of her womb (which she'll regret later). This is the sorceress Yennefer.

Several decades later Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher) is befriended by the bard Jaskier. Geralt is a monster hunter known as a Witcher. Witchers are trained since childhood and mutated using magical and alchemical means to make them more efficient monster hunters. This makes Geralt mostly immortal, gives him white hair since childhood, golden wolf (or cat-like) eyes and he is sterile. He cannot father children. His nickname is "The White Wolf." Geralt also wears a silver pendant of a wolf's head that vibrates in the presence of monsters. A monster cannot touch this medallion and it identifies Geralt as a Witcher. Geralt deals with a lot of fear and misinformation about Witchers because they aren't viewed as being entirely human. It is even believed that Witchers have no human emotions but those close to Geralt know better.

Jaskier, the flamboyant bard, writes songs about Geralt to try to reduce the fear people have of him and to help him find work as a monster hunter. Over time Jaskier learns from Geralt and starts to sympathize with outcasts and outsiders thanks to Geralt's guidance.

One day, on one of his adventures, Geralt accidentally invokes "Law of Surprise" in front of a pregnant royal. Law of Surprise is a sort of magical spell that invokes Destiny, itself, to intercede and give you what the person in front of you does not yet know they have or doesn't realize they have. Often it's something petty like a sack of flour, or as big as a new horse. And you cannot refuse the thing and the person cannot refuse to give it or Destiny will intervene to make sure it happens.

When Geralt realizes he accidentally invoked Law Of Surprise in front of a pregnant woman, he flees. He does not want to take someone's child from them.

This fear of Destiny causes Geralt to develop serious insomnia and he tries to find a djinn (a genie) to invoke the Genie to make it help him sleep. It seems a bit extreme, I know. But he was a tired and cranky Witcher.

The djinn that is found almost kills Jaskier and leaves him badly injured but Geralt is able to get him help from the sorceress Yennefer. Geralt starts to become infatuated with Yennefer.

On yet another adventure where they encounter a wise old dragon, Geralt abandons Jaskier on the side of a mountain, likely because he thinks his life is too dangerous for him and he doesn't want to see Jaskier hurt anymore.

Twelve years later that child that Geralt had accidentally invoked Law of Surprise over has grown into the princess Ciri and her Kingdom is sieged. Everyone is killed except Ciri, who is told to find Geralt.

Geralt finds out what happened to Ciri's kingdom and accepts his destiny to become Ciri's adoptive father. _________________________

Season 2:

It gets revealed that Ciri is actually descended from the very first Witcher even though Witchers are usually sterile (Witcher: Blood Origin prequel series) and she also has elfish blood inside her. This makes her potentially very powerful and she is also useful politically as she is still a princess and the sole survivor of her mother's bloodline.

There are people in power who want to exploit Ciri.

Geralt takes Ciri with him to The Witcher stronghold where the few remaining Witchers gather every winter to rest and relax in the off-season. Here Ciri starts to show an inclination to possibly become a Witcher, herself.

Meanwhile Yennefer has lost her powers (temporarily) and has made several enemies in positions of power so she is guided by some allies to The Sandpiper (a rogue who helps outcasts find safety). To her surprise The Sandpiper is actually Jaskier, who has become bitter about Geralt abandoning him. He even wrote a song about it called Burn Butcher Burn.

Jaskier stupidly confronts a dock worker who is critical of one of his songs ("The Golden One" which never played in its entirety in the show but can be found for free on Youtube.) This ultimately leads to Jaskier being imprisoned.

While imprisoned Jaskier is rescued by Geralt who tells him he needs his help.

Yennefer gets tempted by some ancient Baba Yaga knock-off to sacrifice Ciri in order to get her powers back.

Ciri temporarily gets possessed by this ancient evil. Eventually she's saved and Geralt, Yennefer, and Jaskier reunite properly with their new adopted child, Ciri.

While that is going on, the political world of The Containment (The Europe-like landmass this story is set on) is starting to unravel. War and genocide are brewing, particularly with powerful humans and the elves (Sidhe).

A time traveling elf from a few thousand years ago (Witcher Blood Origin) is stalking Ciri because of her heritage.

And that's about it.

#The Witcher #Witcher