#moussack

[jay-arts-t]

Sometimes I just like to think about what it could've been if Geralt had gotten Ciri right after Pavetta and Duny died. If Calanthe was so weighed down by grief she realizes she can't take care of Ciri. So she orders Moussack to go find Geralt to collect Ciri. Imagining Geralt in a random tavern somewhere in Temeria, slowly making his way up to Kaer Morhen for the winter as autumn is approaching. Him having a gut feeling he should head up early, he thinks it's because something is wrong with Vesemir so he's anxious to make it through. But Roach needs to rest and well, it wouldn't hurt to get some extra supplies for the winter. Certainly wouldn't hurt to get some extra booze so he has relief from Lambert's grating voice on his ears. Besides, he and Eskel can stay up late and drink to their hearts content up in his room like they used to sneak around when they were teens.

Then out of the blue he sees Moussack, and dread fills his entire body. He doesn't keep up with news outside of what Dandelion tells him. So when Moussack is telling him Calanthe is summoning him he's thinking "oh fuck, she's changed her mind and is going to execute me."

But Moussack reassures him he's not going to be harmed. Calanthe is asking for him because of his child surprise. And now Geralt is really worried. What happened to them? Are they okay? Are they hurt? Did they die? They're only a few months old, there's so much that could've gone wrong. So he agrees to go with Moussack.

Calanthe looks a mess when Geralt sees her. Eist is by her side as always, trying to comfort her. Pavetta and Duny are nowhere in sight and it's making Geralt extremely antsy. Calanthe tells him the news, her voice is hoarse from all the crying she's been doing. Geralt sympathizes with them, gives them his condolences. And then that's when he realizes "oh. OH. OH NO". Sure enough Calanthe tells him she can't take care of herself, how could she care for a baby. Geralt refutes telling her "they're your grandchild, I don't want to rip them away-" and Calanthe tells him then it's a girl. And for a split second his brain gives the helpful thought of "oh I have a daughter" and Geralt is having an internal meltdown right there in the throne room. But he can't refuse. His entire basis for not coming back and claiming her is because she has a family who cares about her. But now that family is saying that they can't care for her, not because they don't love her, but because they do. So Geralt agrees to take her.

The first time he meets her he is entirely captivated by how small and precious she is. The moment he holds her he feels overwhelmed with such a fierce protectiveness and he can't help but absolutely adore her. He is trying so hard to stay stoic and unemotional but the moment he's alone with Ciri back in that old tavern he'd been at he just holds her and smiles. If he'd been a normal man, he probably would've burst into tears by how happy he was. (he did later once she got settled into Kaer Morhen, when he and Eskel did end up drinking up in his room. They're talking about the usual things, and then he looked over to her in her makeshift crib and just started bawling. Eskel freaks out and asks him what's wrong and he replies "I just love her so much."... Yes Eskel teared up.)

Then he has to go through the lovely moments of "how the fuck do you raise a baby" which Vesemir watches with so much amusement. Geralt raided most of Kaer Morhen's library and Nenneke's office for books about parenting. (Kaer Morhen has none, unsurprisingly.) He eventually asks Eskel to go to Oxenfurt and grab Dandelion and any books about parenting, childhood development, psychology and women's health he can find. (He is DREADING eventually having The Talk with Ciri but he won't be unprepared.) Dandelion is completely awestruck with Kaer Morhen of course however, nothing shocks him more than seeing Geralt looking bone tired with a 5 month old baby wailing in his arms, trying to soothe her.

"uh... What ya got there, Geralt?"

"H e l p."

Where's Yennefer? What about Yennefer?? Geralt is hesitant at first to even tell Yennefer he has a kid. But she sends him a letter one day, asking him where he is now that it's coming up on spring. (Ciri's first bday!!! Yay!!!! Also oh gods planning a birthday?!?!?!?? That's a thing??????) So he does tell her, and she understandably to her character demands to see this child surprise. So again, sends Eskel on out (pls Geralt, he's your childhood best friend, not your errand boy.) to go get Yennefer. Yennefer storms through the main hall, not even acknowledging Lambert and Vesemir, and right up to Geralt. How did she manage to find her way through the halls without ever being there before? Geralt doesn't know and he's scared by it. Yennefer spots Ciri, who's doing her tummy time. To which she's very fussy about and gives the nastiest glares an almost 1 year old can to her father. Yennefer is absolutely gobsmacked that Geralt was being genuine. She points to Ciri, then to Geralt, then back to Ciri, to Geralt.

"YOU?????? HOW????"

"I'm really bad at making jokes."

Yennefer adores Ciri, but Ciri is a little skeptical of her. Who is this strange woman????? Where is her dad?????? Where's her other dad (Dandelion)???? How dare she smell nice and be warm???? Ugh as if she'd let her feed her!!! No way! Yennefer is always completely drenched with baby food whenever she attempts to feed Ciri. Geralt tries so hard not to laugh at her. Ciri is absolutely seething by the end of it and is only contained when Geralt picks her up and holds her securely. Then it's like little devil Ciri never existed, she's all smiles and babbling happily to her dad. Yennefer gets really disheartened over it. Late at night she ends up crying over it, thinking it wouldn't matter if she was able to have kids or not; Ciri proves she'd be a horrible mother anyway. Geralt doesn't know what to say at first, but he knows it's not true. Yennefer is trying her best, it's just that Ciri is really fussy. She even fusses sometimes when Dandelion holds her. He tries to comfort Yen, and ends up deciding the best thing to do is hold her and tell her that she's doing amazing. He doesn't think she believes him because she's still got a very somber look on her face the next day. She becomes reluctant to take up care of Ciri because of the incident. Well about after the third day of this Ciri gets fussy again. Geralt is taking a well deserved nap day. He's back in his room snoozing away. Yennefer and Dandelion are with Ciri in the library, one of the warmest places in the keep. Dandelion wipes his hands of the ink that stains them and picks her up and checks if she's soiled. She isn't, so he asks if she's hungry. She thrashes around in his hold and turns in search of Yennefer and starts grabbing towards her. So Dandelion hands her over to Yen. The moment Ciri's resting against Yennefer she settles down.

"huh, guess she just wanted her mommy." Dandelion comments and Yennefer starts crying. (Dandelion's face morphed from aww to OH FUCK)

The bigger Ciri gets the more rambunctious and energetic. Geralt couldn't be prouder that they're all raising her to be genuine to herself and that they've broken the generational trauma. Vesemir pats Geralt on the shoulder one day and tells him "I'm proud of you, Wolf" and damn, if that doesn't make him want to cry. He doesn't of course, only meeting Ciri made him cry from joy. And oh how she gives Lambert a run for his money. It's hilarious to see a 60-something year old argue with a 4 year old. They get into the most stupid arguments too. "blue is better than red!" Or "I'm taller than you" which is the most absurd because it's always Ciri who starts it. Geralt thinks it's because Lambert is the shortest besides Vesemir. But Vesemir has only become short due to his old age, and Ciri already gives him a hard time for that. ("Why are you so fat and old? Aren't you a Witcher like Daddy?" She said once and Vesemir just paused and looked at her like "why would you say that to me". She burst into a giggle fit at his crushed expression.)

The argument will always, without fail, go:

C: I'm taller than you.

L: no you're not? I'm 5'11!

C: well I'm 8 feet tall!!!!

L: more like 2 feet tall!

C: NO! SEE

Then she'll stand on the chair so she towers over Lambert.

L: fine well I'm older.

C: no??? My birthday is first

L: NO ITS NOT?

C: YEAH IT IS

L: NO APRIL IS BEFORE MAY. AND IM 67, YOU'RE 4

C: uhhhhh I hate to break it to you, but no you're not. You've been lied to your whole life.

L: W H AT WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE????

C: uhmmmmm god.

Then when Coën finally meets one of the Wolves and comes up to Kaer Morhen he's shocked to see someone so young. At the time Ciri was around 7. She calls him ugly and walks away to the stables. Coën is just left flabbergasted while Lambert and Eskel are laughing their asses off. Geralt apologizes to him, while trying to hold in his laughter. Coën becomes like an older brother to Ciri, and he gets on her good side by helping her prank Lambert.

When Ciri hits 12 she does get her period, and Geralt is like "OH GOD OH FUCK HOW DO I TALK TO HER ABOUT THIS I DONT WANT TO MAKE IT-" and Yennefer walks into the room and goes "I told her, we're good."

Then comes the "boy talk" Where Ciri brought up that a character in a romance book was attractive and Geralt went into "No one is good enough for my baby girl" dad mode and brashly announced "you're not allowed to date boys until you're 21."

Yennefer slaps him on the arm and Ciri looks at him almost offended.

"jokes on you I don't even know if I LIKE boys. Maybe I just like this character's personality." She replies sassily. Geralt cannot argue with that logic. (And yes 2 months later, she goes on a day trip with Yen and talks to a girl her age. She comes back and Geralt asks her how it went and she says "I definitely like girls." And walks up to her room to take a nap. Geralt celebrates as soon as she leaves "YES!!! I DON'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT SOME BRUTE MESSING WITH MY DAUGHTER FUCK YEAH" Yennefer reminds him that some women are just as bad and he crumples to the floor in agony. Now he has to worry about brutish women hurting his daughter.)

Essentially, I just love that Geralt has a daughter, and that he's so proud of her and loves her so much. Their relationship is just so 🥹❤️ I adore them.

#the witcher #geralt of rivia #dandelion #yennefer #vesemir #papa vesemir #peepaw vesemir #dadralt #lambert #eskel #coën #calanthe of cintra #eist #moussack #geralt best dad award #he just loves his daughter so much #gerlion #yenralt #oh god whats the ship name for book yen geralt and dandelion????? #book! yennefer x geralt x dandelion #the witcher saga #the witcher books #ciri #cirilla of vengerberg #ciri introducing herself like “I HAVE 3 PARENTS WHAT DO I GO BY????? CIRI WHAT? OF RIVIA? OF VENGERBERG? PANKRATZ???” its a dilemma.

[autistic-echo]

the thing i have the biggest beef with in the witcher netflix is the fact that the writers seem to. like. not like jaskier. like they make geralt be a dick to him “i’m not your friend” and then have geralt turn around and be friendly and affectionate with loads of other characters. moussack “old friend”, that flashback with eskel, “you’re important to me, triss” why can’t we get this same energy with jaskier. begging for a proper apology in season 3 that jaskier doesn’t have to basically fish out of geralt my dude deserves better

#i get that geralt is not good at communicating and was busy because of plot shit in s2 #but jaskier and geralt have know each other for over 20 years #jaskier has spent most of his adult life with geralt #(iirc jaskier was 18-20 ish when they met) #so for fucks sake pls show that geralt values jaskier and jaskiers friendship #please for the love of fuck #pls have geralt properly admit he was wrong and a dick #and stop having like almost every single character act like he’s annoying inconvenience #why do i always end up loving the comic relief character who is actually profoundly sad that the writers don’t seem to actually like #the witcher #jaskier #the witcher jaskier #geraskier #only sort of because i’m more pissed off at their whole dynamic from a platonic perspective #queer platonic geraskier #the way i feel about them cannot be explained by simple words like platonic or romantic #the witcher netflix

[fulgursmediaanalysisdrama]

About that post I made a few days ago and deleted, I think Cahir was meant to have sexually assaulted Ciri but Sapkowski changed his mind. Like it's pretty clear

If we death of the author everything the only other possibility is general misinterpretation of Ciris trauma by both cast and narrator, on top of Maussack (Moussack?) being mistaken about what awaken the magical talents of hen iheir [I feel like my spelling is way off lol. No internet rn tho] (which would be losing ones virginity if possessing the gene) AND the massive coincidence of Pavettas pregnancy. (I mean tbf it's not that massive. Especially with fate/destiny and everything on top. And the fact that it's a story and I am slowly turning into cinemasins)

#cn rape mention

[fortheloveofdeaddove]

As much as I crave interaction and comments for my fic, I have also developed a knee-jerk reaction of anxiety when I DO get a comment.

Is it hateful? What if it contains criticism?

(Pictured above: me.)

The craving for validation is stronger than any mere anxiety.

SO, I popped that sucker (the email notification that I'd received a comment on Making Room at 7 am, that is) open and took a li'l peeky-poo.

I don't know if this is something people do, share the comments they've received. I'm doing it:

"I thought hard about what I want to comment or if I want to comment on your story at all. But after I was thinking about it more and I couldn't get the fic out of my head I decided that yes, I need to write something. First of all, your work is amazing!🤗

I remember I searched for a tag (but I cannot remember which one^^') and found your fic. It's nothing like the fics I'm reading normally. The story felt disturbing but also great because you have a talent for story telling. More often than not I thought "Aww, they are nice to Ciri/the kids, how cute" _although_ I absolutely know that all the Rivia men are very bad and terrible men. I hated these characters and I loved(!) how i hated them! I was on their side when for instance Ciri tried to escape (where Julian and Aiden found her and stopped her from running away). I was like: no, ciri! They love you, stay there. But normally I know that would be her only chance of getting away. You wrote it so well I was on the side of all the family members with their twisted minds, lies and grooming.

I loved Aiden and Lambert especially and would be glad to see more of them. The others teased about Lambert being a creep, and we saw it a little, but I would love to see more of him.

And of course I would like to know a lot more about Eskel and Deidre!

If there is more in the other stories in this series, than please ignore this wish for I haven't read everything until now. Oh, and Julian! I have the feeling he understands Geralt better than the man thinks. He could easily outsmart him if he wished. That's how I understood your Julian in this story. I like that he seems to have a sane bain cell inside that perfectly groomed little head of his.

I don't understand Triss that well. Is she really just extremely dumb, like Julian said, or does she not care at all? Or is she a child predator herself? Or a victim? Keep up your work. Was a lovely (and outrageous [I mean this affectionate]) read! 🤩💜 Edit: and how could I forget the end? Wow, just wow. The ist talk with Moussack broke my little glittery heart!💔

I'm vibrating, dudes. What a cool-ass person this is. It makes one consider how it isn't exactly easy to comment on this type of content, and this person did so with so much effervescence and kindness that makes my teeth ache from the sweetness.

#ao3 comments #making room #dead dove do not eat #look someone ate my pie and left a nice compliment #that sounds weird and I promise it is

[all-hail-the-witcher]

witcher characters as parts of an article written in old english that I'm reading for my pirates class

calanthe:

destiny:

geralt:

roach:

jaskier:

lambert:

vesemir:

yennefer:

nilfgaard:

anti witcher tavern owner 2348765:

eskel:

aiden:

moussack:

the doppler:

ciri:

lil bleater:

renfri:

#the witcher #witcher shit post #geralt #jaskier #vesemir #eskel #lambert #yennefer #calanthe #ciri #stregobor #moussack #aiden witcher #i tried very hard to find a triss one but found nothing #and yes i know #refries says he #its from the 1550s there isn't much i can do here #i also am not very good at old english reading so your guess is as good as mine

[bamf-jaskier]

guys I know we like to joke about ‘immortal Jaskier’ but I was messing around on the interactive Witcher timeline and like, Jaskier was born in 1220, met Geralt in 1240 and the dragon hunt happened in 1262. This means that Jaskier was traveling with Geralt from the age of 18 to 42 and didn’t age AT ALL. I guess I’m just absolutely wildin’ cause they aged the other humans characters like Ciri, Calanthe and even Moussack who technically should age slower cause he’s a druid but Jaskier?? Get u a mosturizing routine like that 

#okay but seriously this is like actually canon send help #I don't know what to do with this information #plse #I swear to fuck if the writers come in for season 2 and suddenly Jaskier is all old and stuff imma fight them #u can't retcon all ur mistakes #jaskier #the witcher #geralt #but seriously queen calanthe Ciri and moussack all age #why can't jaskier #geraskier #okay I tag everything that way sorry rip me #myposts #the Witcher netflix

[magic-multicolored-miracle]

All the fandom questions for The Witcher!

Going based on the Show only because I have read exactly one chapter of the books and finished the tutorial of Wild Hunt. 

1. The first character I fell in love with: Renfri

2. The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: Yennefer (Don’t even get me started on how much I love Mage Wife, but I will say it didn’t happen until the second time I watched), Eist (poor man just wanted to love a badass and raise a sassy granddaughter and deserved to dammit), Moussack

3. The character everyone else loves that I don’t: N/A? I can’t think of anyone

4. The character I love that everyone else hates: Does Valdo count? No but seriously, either because there isn’t any or because I have carefully tailored my dash to not have any, I haven’t seen any character hate. 

5. The character I used to love but don’t any longer: Renfri. I mean I still think she’s great, but at least the show version of her is...kind of one note/generic/blank-slate because she is only in the one episode. :/

6. The character I would totally smooch: Yes? Seriously, there are so many characters I am in love with on this show that I don’t know what to do with myself. Top 3: Jaskier, Yennefer...maybe Moussack?

7. The character I’d want to be like: Triss and her plant mage badassery I think. I dunno, there are lots of little bits of lots of characters I’d like to emulate more than this is any one character.

8. The character I’d slap: Stregobitch. Although he deserves more than a slap. Also Cahir because he’s got that whole malicious villainy thing shtick but he doesn’t even do it well and that offends me. 

9. A pairing that I love: Calenthe x Eist, Jaskier x some goddamn respect

10. A pairing that I despise: Despise is a strong word but I’m not a fan of Yennefer x Tissaia so that one I guess. Also I’ve seen some weird Jaskier x future!Ciri that like...hard nah. 

#fandom questions #ask games #Notice how many of those I absolutely dodged the question on #this thing for Moussack is kind of a sleeper-crush that has been poking its little head up the last week or so #I went in KNOWING how much I was going to love Jaskier because I always go for the plucky comic relief character/sidekick #The Witcher #Netflix The Witcher

[ladycibia]

What choices have netflix made that you don't like so far? (I'm so interested) (Also is tnw just The Netflix Witcher? I'm not sure if I'm missing something)

Since lately there' been a bit of negativity towards twn (from what I saw at least - and yes! it stands for "The Witcher Netflix", I hope I typed it correctly in my last posts) I'm going to add a "read more" in case you don't want to see more of that. Also, I'd like to point out that I did enjoy the show; it wasn't *great* IMHO (Joey Batey was though), but it was ok! And I'm indeed looking forward to season two! I must admit that I'm a bit scared, but I'm also very curious

It's been a while since I last saw twn and read the books, so forgive me if I forget something!

First of all, I must admit that I can't remember anything about episode 7 and 8 (and I will ignore the Cahir/Vilgefortz thing as that's season 2 (3?) material and it's too soon to judge) except for the ending. And, unfortunately, that's my biggest disappointment: Geralt and Ciri's reunion at the end of season 1. Which is kind of a big deal. I mean, it's not even a reunion, since they decided to remove Geralt and Ciri's early meeting in Brokilon which is such a shame because 1. it's an adorable short story who sets the base for Geralt and Ciri's relationship; 2. Ciri's fun!! She's a kid, she's mischievous, spoiled, that little "she-devil"...:') while in the show she's really one-dimensional; 3. it would have given much more emotional power to the season finale. Now please compare:

“Geralt!” the little girl repeated, clinging to the witcher's chest. “You've found me! I knew it! I always knew! I knew you'd find me!”

“Ciri,” the witcher said. [...]

“You've finally found me! Oh, Geralt! I waited all this time! Yes, a terribly long time... We'll stay together now, won't we? Now we'll be together, right? Say it, Geralt! Forever! Say it!”

“Forever, Ciri.”

“Yes, just like they said! Geralt! Like they said... I'm your destiny? Say it! I'm your destiny?” [...]

“You're something more, Ciri. Something more.”

to:

"...Who's Yennefer?"

I know they needed a cliffhanger, but this is not an excuse. When my mother saw s1's finale she was like "ok", when I finished Sword of Destiny I wept. Geralt also met Jaskier before being reunited with Ciri and it hurts, because their exchange is one of my favourites in the books' series but obviously they couldn't show that. Thanks episode 6.

And talking about Brokilon...I don't know if you're familiar with GoT, but they could just have put Bran in place of Ciri and I probably wouldn't have even noticed. What an awful and useless subplot. Did anyone even enjoy it? I'm not judging, it's just mere curiosity, as I had a really hard time watching it without falling asleep or just getting annoyed at it. I understand that the "Eternal Flame" short story (in which dopplers are introduced) didn't really fit the show's atmosphere and direction (also Geralt talking about fashion with Jaskier because they're friends? pffffffffffffff right they don't like that), but I'm afraid the whole 'Moussack doppler' (and Ciri's adventure in Brokilon in general) was a poor narrative choice IMHO.

This is a minor one, but for me it was a really bad, bad casting choice: King Foltest. What the fuck was that. I'm sure the actor is a lovely person and I don't have anything against him, but that was *not* King Foltest. I'm sorry for making a GoT reference again, but I'm pretty sure that was discount Robert Baratheon with his wife's taste in romance. I got so mad when I saw him. *sigh*

Then there are some little details that I loved in the book, but they didn't make it to the show. For example, in the "Last Wish" if I remember correctly (and please correct me if I'm wrong) the elves saved Jaskier's life but they couldn't do anything about his permanently injured throat and so Geralt decided to find Yennefer because he was so mad that his bard friend wouldn't be able to sing anymore and that his friend was injured on his watch and he wasn't able to prevent that and protect him. This ofc was completely changed in the show, where Geralt is the one who hurts Jaskier by making the infamous wish. And you know, this could have been interesting, but again, Geralt doesn't consider Jaskier his friend and so it just adds that "tsundere drama" I don't really get??? I joked about episode 6 earlier, but I actually find the break up scene a thrilling choice that diverges from the original source. If only they had been friends in the first place. :( Sometimes I wonder if they didn't really expect Jaskier to become the fan's favourite?

#I'm pretty sure I had more but I can't remember right now

[continentcakeshop]

i love the witcher show! it's my favorite canon by far. what's your guys' favorite thing about the show?

Since you asked for "you guys", I asked the server.

@childoffantasy: the choreography, Henry Cavill's face.

@jlyarts: Jaskier's eyes and his costumes.

@major-trouble: the lute, Jaskier's outfits. Every single one of Jaskier's stupid facial expressions.

@caspertheassholeghost: the fact that the camera zooms on on Cavill's ass, the fight choreography, particularly with Renfri.

@jayofolympus: I fucking love the black eyes potion look. I have a Thing for the "creepy physical effects caused by magic/potions/whatever". Gimme more creepy black veins and fucked up looks. The fight scene between Geralt and Renfri was so cool too.

@rawrkinjd: Yeah, I really loved the Hexer.

@roseskye13: The expression on Cavill's face when he's talking to the peasants about the Striga when he first arrives, before he knows what it is or that it already killed a witcher. "What happens if you can't kill it my" "Then I die."

@sometimesiwrite: Honestly, the fight coreography and execution is stunning, as is the filming for those scenes. The flow, form, and timing are all so tight, and that kind of thing only works when all the cogs are meshing from everyone's hard work. Springing off of that, I get a really strong Ensemble vibe from the cast. Even though the episodes are, for the first season, little one-offs, there's a really strong sense of healthy cohesion--not just actors all doing their darnedest, but actors who are bonding, trusting, and having fun with each other in the process. It makes me really happy to see and I hope it continues in the upcoming season.

@cylin-aka-ankamo: I loved Moussack/Ermion and I like show Yennefer better than game Yennifer. I loved the backstory they gave her. Tissaia is also great! The fight choreography is also amazing. Yeah, I think the thing I appreciate most about the show, is that it made me start in the fandom and that the fandom is really diverse and also unusual as fandoms go, cause there is quite a mix of age groups, whcih I appreciate so, so much.

@so--many-fandoms: I like how they have her (Triss) a personality/characterization that was more than “pls fuck me geralt”, it makes it easier to separate the Netflix version of her from the books/game version that does some questionable stuff in her obsession with Geralt and like. This triss is a bamf (well game Triss is too, but.). I like the way they had Geralt’s armor go from pristine condition pre-Blaviken to a bunch of rags barely holding together immediately afterwards and then gradually improving as his reputation and self-image do

@hungarianbee: phew. netflix? music and jaskier's costume are a yes. renfri and calanthe and eist and mousesack were lovely. the main thing i would say of the show that was a positive: it brought together a fandom and made it possible to meet y'all.

@eyesofshinigami: I actually also really enjoyed getting to see Yennefer's back story. It made me appreciate the things she's gone through and understand her as a character a little more. Maybe it's just me, but also one think I like is how easy it felt to blend them with other mediums in the witcher universe. Like, I love writing TWN!Jaskier with W3!Geralt, and I like that. I know that might not be true for everyone, but for me as a writer it gave me a lot of opportunity to sort of... explore different facets and avenues of the characters. The show was what got me into the Witcher in the first place, and now I've played W3 and have been trying to work through the books and I've run the tabletop, and met all you lovely folks.

@winter-fir: Well my favourite things about the show are, the way it's filmed (camera angles, settings) I really like the places they pick to film in. I like Henry Cavill as Geralt. The soundtrack works very well despite the fact that it was some modern twists. Love the fight scenes, specially the Blaviken fight the way they managed to portrait that Geralt wasn't human in the way he fights a group of men. I also love the Visenna scene, I have watch that scene so many times, the way Henry shows emotion in his eyes despite the bad contacts, gets me.

@anonymousblueberry: I adored show!Triss.

There were hundreds of posts, I'm a tired mod and lost track of the thread. But other things that came up included the music, the way the scores and overlapped, the set and locations, Yennefer's portrayal on multiple occasions and the casting of other female characters, and the costuming. And not everyone was online, so I'm sure there would have been a lot more. Hope this satiates your curiosity, Non.

#cakeshopasks #the witcher #the witcher netflix #rawrkinjd

[when-a-humble-bard]

There is no heretosexual explanation for the fact that Geralt struggles to use the word “friend” for Jaskier even after decades together but openly and unapologetically calls Moussack an “old friend”. 

#kidding #but still #i think about this sometimes #geraskier

[comfyswitcherblanketfort]

comfy, you asked for eskel headcanons: you know I'm a slut for blacksmith eskel, so if you could give me your take on that :) and I also love eskel as a loving uncle to young ciri, braiding her hair doing sword practice with her!

listen i fucking love blacksmith Eskel

That boy has the Stronk and the Precise to make the most well-balanced weapons but they’re also gorgeous. He makes Ciri a set of witcher swords when she turns 18 and not only do they fit her grip and fighting style perfectly, they’re also decorated with intricately wrought crossbars that match the woven pattern on her grandmother’s sash. 

When she was little he was the one to take her through sword drills and who she sought out when she wanted to talk. Of course, she loved Geralt, but Eskel was much more open and reminded her of Moussack with his storytelling and manners. I think she taught him how to braid hair if only because her arms would get tired quickly and it gave her an excuse to chat with him as part of their daily routine. 

Ciri prefers to bathe before supper, after training so she doesn’t feel sweaty all day, so after their meal, while all the other witchers are sipping on their drinks by the fire Eskel braids her hair. She’ll sit on a pillow in front of his chair, usually closest to the fire, and he’ll slowly and methodically section her hair off and weave it together. When she’s really tired she’ll fall asleep with her head resting back against his knee as he finishes the end of the braid. 

As she grows up she makes Geralt get his hair braided too so they can match and Eskel eventually teaches him too. But it’s still their little ritual. 

oh now I made myself yearn Ellie you always get me right in the feels

#comfy answers #regan answers #hhhnnngggg #eskel headcanons #dear lord #i need me a big scarred teady bear #anyone know where i can find them?

[jaskiers-sweetkiss]

“Moussack told me of a hedgehog man who was cured by true love” ciri… ciri did he tell you that was your father?

#witcher spoilers #witcher liveblog

[luciusswimminglessons]

I really love the Battle of Sodden scenes, really bad ass. But they're also kind of stupid? They spend so much of their chaos on such small attacks, Coral instakilling like 20 soldiers is cool, but it took so much power to accomplish! And the worst offender, I'm sorry to say, is Triss. She grows vines over an open doorway instead of closing the gates and fortifying them! At the sacking of Cintra Moussack keeps the entire army at bay for hours! Because the fucking gate was closed and he just had to defend it, instead of creating the gate all by himself!

#the witcher #twn #the battle of sodden #it's still a cool scene though

[moondrunkart]

A Nailed It! Notwip

We have an amazing Baker!Eskel fic and fic where Jaskier and the Kaer Morons are bomb at seasoning/baking bread/cooking meat that have been written for the fandom.

I present to you a modern comedy au based on Nailed It! that I'll never write and anyone can have if they want.

Jaskier, and two others as chefs/judges, I'm so tempted to say Eist and Moussack. The Kaer Morons are the contestants.

Each witcher coming in, their intros as they do:

Lambert for his intro: My boyfriend Aiden got me into baking. Honestly, he can't bake at all but one night he really wanted cookies after we had a bunch of beer and all the stores were closed so...I googled a Betty Crocker recipe and here I am. The cookies tasted like bricks, but drunk boyfriends don't care.

Eskel for his intro: Sometimes you just get curious about baking. Vesemir can bake bread and I wanted to learn how. He was reluctant. In retrospect he had good reason to be, I've never baked in my life. My bread came out tasting terrible, but it was a soothing process so I keep trying.

Geralt for his intro: I can't bake. I know I can't. My daughter is embarrassed when I bring homemade stuff to family dinners, that's why I keep doing it, that and it's become a competition between my brothers and me.

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Judge Jaskier questions Geralt's process during the first round.

Geralt: Hmm

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Lambert serves a burnt cake he almost rage-igni'd the mixer while making.

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Eskel gets overly happy when the topic they get is nursery rhymes, but immediately shock-face when Lambert grabs the Mary and Her Little Lamb cookie in the first round.

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It gives me the happy feels and all the laughs envisioning this chaos of a show, but I know I'm having trouble writing right now so, so enjoy.

#Kaer morons #witcher #lambert #eskel #jaskier #geralt #modern au #nailed it #notwip #moondrunkart #enjoy #my writing

[fortheloveofdeaddove]

Making Room

Warnings: See Making Room master post for warnings.

Summary: Christmas Day Part 2

Chapter 17

Ciri felt like a whole week had passed since she’d woken up and gotten dressed in her special Christmas outfit that morning. She and Julian, red cheeked and breathless from playing with Toby, had finally come inside. Uncle Coen asked her brother to help him get the dog settled in the guest house. He hastily agreed, grinning wildly as he gave the rest of his family quick hugs, then disappeared out the front door with their uncle and the shaggy beast. 

That left Ciri alone with her father, grandfather, and great uncle.

“This is a good opportunity for us to talk, Cirilla,” Papa Vesemir’s sonorous tone was in stark contrast to the jovial mood of the holiday thus far. Ciri looked at her dad with sudden apprehension. 

“Come, my dear!” Uncle Regis interjected lightly. He offered her his arm, which she took since her dad merely nodded at her in encouragement, and let herself be led to the kitchen. “It’s time you learn the Rivia family hot chocolate recipe and then we can all talk by the fire. My brother makes it sound dire. I tell you, Cirilla, I am often the one they accuse of melodrama, but I can’t for the life of me tell you why.”

Behind her, Geralt and Vesemir’s footsteps were heavy on the hardwood floor, and she couldn’t ignore how ominous it sounded, despite the fact that Uncle Regis’ distraction was mostly working. She followed the older man’s instructions obediently as he puttered around the kitchen, and her daddy and Papa Ves settled in at the breakfast bar to talk about the stables and the New Years party. She focused on the hot chocolate while they droned on.

When they settled in front of the fireplace - Ciri snug on the carpet at her father’s feet with a warm mug in her hand and Papa Ves and Uncle Regis in the loveseat across from them - Papa Vesemir started again.

“I’ve been wanting to offer my congratulations on losing your virginity again Ciri, this time more formally. It’s a very special time in a child’s life, and one of the greatest accomplishments of my own life has been sharing that moment with my own children, and watching them grow up and share that moment with theirs. How was that special night for you? Have you been enjoying having sex with Geralt since?”

Above her, her father smirked as she coiled her arms around his leg tightly, probably not even conscious she was doing it. He carded his fingers through her hair and massaged the back of her neck in a soothing manner.

“Ehm…” she exhaled, almost too quiet to hear. 

Long seconds passed as they patiently sat and sipped their cocoa, waiting for her to gather her words.

“This is good, Ciri. Nice job,” Geralt mentioned after his first few sips. 

“A good thing, too,” Vesemir teased, “This was a final secret test you didn’t know about. If you had burnt the Rivia family hot chocolate, we would have had to have send you back to live with Moussack.”

Ciri snorted and rolled her eyes. “Good thing Uncle Lambert wasn’t the one teaching me then.”

They shared a laugh. Ciri seemed more at ease.

“Ugh, I don’t know why it’s so hard to talk about! Um… it made me… happy? I love daddy, he’s… He makes me feel good. I love when he touches me. Santa Catalina was amazing. I loved the yacht, and Wrigley House, and the beach... And… I really like having sex with daddy,” she rambled shyly.

Uncle Regis and Papa Vesemir smiled warmly and nodded.

“That’s wonderful to hear, Cirilla,” Uncle Regis declared. “Geralt is a very good father and he deserves a perfect little girl. We are so honored to have found such a princess to welcome to our family.”

Ciri smiled bashfully.

“I made a lot of missteps along the way,” Geralt muttered regretfully. 

“Left a lot of doors open,” Ciri couldn’t help but snark.

“The only reason I don’t tickle you right now is I don’t want the trouble of cleaning hot chocolate out of the carpet,” Geralt warned playfully and Ciri smiled unrepentantly.  Geralt continued, “We’ve made it this far because my daughter and son are incredibly patient, wonderful kids. I’m very proud of my family.”

Ciri squeezed his leg again, this time smiling up at him as she did. 

“We’re proud of you all as well,” Vesemir said, his voice regaining his earlier gravity. “Your final initiation into our family should be explained to you so that you feel prepared. Your father and I wanted to take this opportunity to describe what we have planned for you this evening.”

“This evening?” Ciri whipped her head back to look at her father, who just petted her head and looked at her encouragingly.

“It’s time for you to be introduced to the rest of the family. I can’t keep you to myself forever. And there’s no better time than when we’re all together for Christmas dinner.”

The look of confusion on Ciri’s face was endearing. Geralt had to suppress a shiver of desire.

“I thought I’d already met everyone… Papa, who…?”

Her grandfather smiled indulgently at her. He and her Uncle Regis then shared a look and made space between the two of them on the love seat, beckoning her over.

“Come here, pup. I’ll explain.”

Ciri froze for a second. 

“Don’t worry. Your daddy isn’t going anywhere. You’re safe with your Papa Ves, you know that, right?”

She viciously chided the rising panic in her gut, though the only indication of her thoughts was a small frown. She got on up on suddenly wobbly legs and Geralt took her mug for her. 

“Of course, Papa Ves.” 

She slid into the tight space between them and glanced again at Geralt for reassurance.

Tucked against her grandfather and sitting so close to her newly introduced, elderly, great-uncle for the first time, Ciri wanted to both relax and stay entirely still. Papa Vesemir brushed her hair behind her shoulder and rubbed a warm, comforting hand up and down her back.

“You’ve met almost everyone, though there will be some new faces at the New Year’s gala later this week. But that’s not what I meant sweetheart. You know I have one-on-one time with all my grandchildren, right, Cirilla? You’ve seen Deidre and I have sex during family time at least, and I’m sure the boys have talked.”

Ciri felt something heavy suddenly form in the pit of her stomach. She began to pick at her nails as she dropped her gaze to her lap. Yes, she understood that. She’d seen Papa Ves have sex with Deidre, and Aiden and Jules had told her plenty about their one-on-one time with their grandfather and uncles. She just… it was hard to picture herself … doing that. She had, but it always made her nervous. It wasn't like when she'd fantasized about Aiden in the beginning.

“Ciri?” Her daddy asked.

Ciri looked at her dad then back to her grandfather. She nodded. “Yes. I know.”

Vesemir smiled again. “Each of my children and grandchildren is precious and unique. My first time with each of them is special and different, but everyone has a special first time with Papa Ves. Your father and I have been considering this carefully, and we believe you’re more than ready. Did you know that having sex with me means more than just one-on-one time for the two of us, Ciri? Do you understand?”

Ciri’s heart was beating a mile a minute, but she couldn’t deny that her pussy was clenching suddenly and her nipples were getting hard under her shirt. Even so, she was still scared  - after all, the only grown up she’d had sex with was her daddy. But she loved her Papa Vesemir. He made her feel good and safe like daddy, and she liked his body too, even though he was older. Their skin-to-skin naps were wonderful. She liked that her grandfather wanted to have sex with her, liked that he had been looking forward to it and treated her so special and nice. But she was still scared. It was one thing to have a crush on Papa Ves or her uncles because every man in this family was so handsome, but this…

“Not… really?”

“That’s okay. Thank you for being honest.” 

He caressed her cheek tenderly and then dropped his hand to the crook of her neck, slipping his hand underneath her shirt, lingering at her collarbone and gently stroking with his thumb. 

“If there’s one thing I can count on, it’s your maturity, Ciri. The boys will continue to be obnoxious little goblins for some time, and Deidre is still young, but your sense of maturity has impressed me from day one, and it’s one of the reasons I’ve been looking forward to having you in my bed so much, my little one.”

Geralt sighed quietly as he watched his father ply his pretty little daughter with compliments to boost her ego. She looked so deliciously tiny and pure sandwiched between the two old men who’d raised him, despite the things he himself had done to her already. He felt zero shame about the arousal coursing through him as he observed the exchange. She was hesitant, uncomfortable, he could see it. But she was ready. She would do anything they asked in order to be accepted.

“It means that, finally,” Vesemir continued, “in all the ways that matter to us, you are a fully fledged member of this family. Not just Geralt’s daughter. Once you and I have sex, then you will be ready to have sex with your uncles and brother and cousins - with supervision and permission, of course,” he added sternly. He tucked a finger under her chin to lift her head as she dropped it in shame. “We can’t have Aiden taking advantage of you again. And you still have so much to learn. That’s how it’s been for all the kids, Ciri. Your uncles and I can’t wait to show you how much we love you, and to teach you everything you need to know to feel good and make us feel good. Do you want that?”

Since she’d understood where this was all headed, she’d wanted it, in a way. She wanted to be in this family, so of course she had to want it! But every step towards achieving it had been scarier than the last. She didn’t quite understand why she needed to have sex with anyone besides her daddy and Jules, but they said it was how they showed each other real love, how this family did things, and she wanted to belong . Her brother and cousins said the grown ups were all really good at sex and it was fun and Ciri would like it, so this scary feeling was just like all the ones before. It was stupid and didn’t matter, and it was keeping her from something she was going to like in the end.

“Yes, I want that.”

“That makes us so happy, my dear,” Uncle Regis said. “Your mother would be so very proud of the young lady you’re growing into. Ah, forgive me, don’t let me get carried away with my emotions. Now, we’ve ordered you a special dress, and it’s tradition for everyone to be present for the first time with Vesemir…”

Ciri felt far away from her mind and body as the men in her new family discussed the plans for the evening.

___

“AH AH AH AH AH AH-,”

“That’s it boy, that’s it, fuck yeah work it cock slut-,”

“OH! Uncle Coen! More!”

“Fuck, Jules, say it again-,”

“MORE UNCLE COEN!” the boy sobbed.

Coen groaned and threw his head back against the sheets while his nephew, stripped down to his blue turtleneck and white socks, bounced enthusiastically on his cock. He dug his heels into the mattress and matched his nephew’s efforts. He’d never fucked a child so hard and had them like it so much. Julian was brilliant, and he couldn’t wait to get a hold of the other kids. He hoped they would be just as interested as Julian.

After several moments of this grueling-but-delicious pace, he was rewarded with Julian’s high-pitched wail as the boy’s cocklet finally twitched and he came untouched, squirting a charmingly pathetic amount over his shirt. 

Half dressed like this, the boy was too tempting by far. His tear-streaked blue eyes were irresistible, and Coen found a different sort of pleasure getting lost in them than the usual sort he got from observing the tears and horror of his typical victims. Fucking Julian that night with Geralt at his back had been the first time Coen had ever taken a willing child.

Well . Willing was a very subjective term. Yet, in all the ways that mattered, his nephew was happy to spread his legs and welcome his uncle into his body, giving and receiving pleasure for both their benefit. It was incredible and different , and he’d immediately understood then why Geralt and his brothers had given up the full-time prowl.

They were predators at heart, but even some monsters kept a pack at home. For too long Coen had been all beast, and very little pack. Because of that, he’d missed out on things like this. 

Julian showed no signs of tiring on his perch despite his orgasm - a fact that did and did not surprise his uncle. Coen’s only experiences had been with unwilling adolescents in either actively resisting or drugged states. Comparatively, the fight left them rather quickly. His own adrenalin and lust and rage usually took over the encounter at a certain point while his captive usually submitted, or they were bound and forced to take his cock (or whatever abuse he wanted to dish out that night). So part of him instinctively felt a small body under his command and expected a certain pattern, but his higher brain understood that this was his brother’s son, who he’d seen take a pounding from all three of his brothers and their father in one night.

Eventually Coen pinned him to the bed belly down and sucked a dark hickey into his neck as the boy squealed, and he pumped his cute little ass full of seed. 

From his kennel in the corner, Toby the Great Pyrenees watched the activities of the uncle and nephew dolefully. 

Later, after Coen rolled them back over and leisurely stroked his fingers along Julian’s spine (far too smug about feeling his spend leak from his nephew’s hole as his cock softened within) he listened to Julian spin the tale of woe of Aiden’s sins against Ciri. It all sounded very Lambert.

Julian croaked miserably into his uncle’s chest, “Can you help me, Uncle Coen? I really want to teach Aiden a lesson and I can’t do it on my own… I can pay you back as much as you want. I’d like that, even… I-if you would. I… I know I’m still just a kid, but you know I can make you feel good…” 

Julian pried himself up from his position and looked down at him with pleading, bleary eyes. The boy looked like Coen had  sedated him well and good, but the only thing he’d given him was his cock. Suddenly Julian rolled his hips and clenched down on his uncle’s length, and the resulting grip on his cock had Coen’s eyes nearly crossed.

“Fuck, Jules-,”

“That’s the idea, ungh, I’ll let you, ah ah as much as you like, oh OH if you’ll help, please Uncle Coen? Will you? Ah please?!”

Coen would definitely be talking to Geralt and Lambert first but… after all, he was a predator. His survival thus far had relied on his ability to sniff out an opportunity, and he smelled a delicious one approaching. He was not going to turn his nose up at it. Though he had to wonder how much of a big, bad predator he really was, twisted around this silly little slut’s finger as he apparently already was.

“Of course, baby, whatever you want.”

Toby barked suddenly in the background, startling them both into laughter.

“I think Toby just volunteered to help, too,” Coen sighed happily.

___

Dressed in Christmas finery, scrubbed, brushed, pressed, and pinned to perfection, Geralt’s children waited on the front steps of their house as their dad, Uncle Coen, and Triss greeted the rest of their family as they all pulled up in their cars that evening. Uncle Regis had left with Vesemir earlier after their chat to get ready for dinner at Vesemir’s place, so their arrival together on the golf cart was quite the sight. A slight dusting of snow had begun to fall again as the sun set, and jingle bells announced their arrival on the familiar, worn path through the forest. They’d even put decorative reindeer antlers on the top of the beat up old cart. Uncle Regis looked like he had walked off the set of any Christmas Carol movie - tophat, red scarf and all - and Vesemir was dressed as Santa this time, from boots to hat.

Eskel and Lambert wore suits to match Coen and Geralt, while Aiden and Julian wore black slacks and white button up dress shirts. Deidre was wearing a pretty red and gold spaghetti strap dress with just a few embellishments, though with a faux fur to cover her shoulders. 

By comparison, Ciri’s outfit was quite fancy, but Uncle Regis had explained earlier the reason for that. This wasn’t just any old Christmas dinner for her . 

She’d just wished this outfit came with underwear. It was a little breezy outside.

Her dress was velvet, a very pretty maroon, with long sleeves that had triangle cutouts at the shoulders. It had a plunging v-neckline and was skintight until it cinched in at the waist, and let out into a chiffon skirt that drifted ephemerally around her thighs and ended just above her knees. Geralt had asked her to wear a few of his favorite rings and bracelets from her own growing collection, and the dress came with several thin silver chains that drew further attention to her too-flat chest, in her opinion. She had been growing, it was just… not very much. Not enough, nor as much as she wanted, anyway.

Triss had disagreed as she had tackled Ciri’s hair to help her get ready earlier, noticing her mulishness at her perceived fault in appearance. The Rivia family nanny pinned her hair up on the sides and continued to fiddle with the back.

“I saw your pretty breasts this morning, Ciri. Your daddy couldn’t stop touching them.”

Ciri rolled her eyes.

“Did you see him touching mine?” Triss pressed.

Ciri almost shook her head before she remembered she had to hold still. “No.”

“See? Men like different things, all different shapes and sizes, even different things at different times. There’s a reason he wants you to wear this dress, and I’m sure one of them is because he wants to admire you, admire your breasts. You’re young Ciri, and I understand it’s hard to accept this new kind of attention, but doubting yourself isn’t pretty. In fact, it can turn a girl very ugly indeed. Be proud of your body. Geralt loves it, and he loves you. And tonight he wants to show you off like the gorgeous little treasure you are. Besides, your body won’t stay this way forever. Someday you’ll miss being this size and shape, so enjoy it while you have it.”

Triss has never spoken so much before, and she sounded downright smart in that moment, if anyone had asked Ciri’s opinion. Then the older woman had smiled at Ciri blankly as if she hadn’t said anything at all, and decided to leave the back of Ciri’s hair flowing down. Triss then reached for her own clothes and changed into the most scantily clad Mrs. Claus outfit Ciri had ever seen.

It wasn’t actually so much an outfit as it was the outline of an outfit, suggesting the idea of Mrs. Claus. Her breasts were fully exposed, but framed in red ribbon. The typical red skirt with white trimming one would expect was there, only the fabric was a see-through gauze material Ciri was very familiar with by now and was quite short, with no underwear beneath, like hers. Next were some sheer red stockings, red high heels trimmed in white fur, and finally, a cute little Santa hat that had been bejeweled.Then Triss finished the look by wrapping a familiar looking red choker with a Christmas bell attached to it around her neck.

“Would you like some makeup before we go join everyone?”

“Oh… yes, thank you Triss.”

Ciri had felt a little better after that pep talk, and even better when she noted the plainness of Deidre’s dress compared to hers when she’d arrived, though she did feel a little guilty about that pleasure, especially since Deidre shyly complimented her and glued herself to her side immediately.

Once everyone had finally arrived, they all filed down to The Basement, awkward as it was to march one by one through the linen cabinet. The Christmas decorations and happy chatter alleviated the strangeness of it, and Ciri was almost excited by the time she was ready to pass through the door, with her father ahead of her and her brother behind her.

The plain hallway at the bottom of the stairs had been decorated with Christmas garland, ribbons, and lights, and it changed the feel of the space entirely. The initial strangeness was immediately replaced by that familiar sense of Christmas wonder, especially now that her cousins were there and more voices filled the space.

In the back of her mind, what was to come still loomed, but there was no point in dwelling on that now, as it would be here soon enough. So she let the splendor of the scene titillate her typical childhood excitement, and followed excitedly when Deidre grabbed her hand and took off down the hall.

The boys followed closely behind, laughing and hollering, the adults yelling half-heartedly after them. Ciri could smell apple-cinnamon and orange and freshly baked bread and savory things, and their noses led them to The Dining Room.

The first thing she noticed was a gloriously decorated Christmas tree filled with yet more presents. After a moment this made sense - of course her father had gotten gifts for his extended family, and they for him and his kids.

This dining room wasn’t just any dining room, either, Ciri noticed - it looked like something from the set of Bridgerton! There was a gorgeous turkey dinner that would have rivaled any holiday dinner back home, and it made for a very grand scene, especially lit by the largest chandelier Ciri had ever seen outside of a church.

“Ciri, come sit here,” Geralt instructed after they’d all filed into the room and done the requisite gawking and commenting on the dinner and decorations. He was sitting at one end of the table and indicated his knee.

“Everyone, find your seats as well! Triss will be serving dinner now. Aiden, I saw that, and if you want any presents at all , you will put that back.”

“Yes, Papa!”

Ciri noticed that all the seats were taken, even as she crawled onto her daddy’s lap with Papa Ves at the head of the table. They hadn’t mentioned anything earlier about sitting in daddy’s lap, but she supposed it didn’t matter. To her right, Julian smiled at her excitedly. 

“Daddy’s got the special vibrator I gave you on Santa Catalina,” Geralt whispered hotly into her ear. “I want you to sit facing the table, your knees spread over mine like that, and focus on eating your meal while I make you feel good, okay? That’s my girl. Papa Vesemir is going to make a speech after we eat and there will be lots of toasting. Then we’ll pass presents around. Until then, I want you to try and stay focused on your dinner and be as quiet as possible, okay sweetheart? We don’t want to interrupt everyone’s dinner.”

Ciri scoffed inwardly despite her nerves. She nodded and resisted the urge to close her legs and squirm as she felt the cool metal of the vibrator shock the skin of her thigh as he slid it under her dress.

Triss began moving around the table to serve each plate, smiling serenely as she was caressed, groped, and molested during the process. Her uncles were shameless about it, trying to one up each other even, trying to get her to squeak, or drop her utensil as she made her way around.  Even Deidre gave Triss her fingers to suckle obediently as she loaded her plate up with mashed potatoes and green bean casserole. 

She eventually made her way over to Ciri and her father and began serving their meal.

“White potatoes or sweet?” Triss asked.

“White for me,” Geralt said as he teased a finger at Ciri’s entrance, already wet.

“White,” Ciri eked as Geralt settled the device over her nub and clicked it to the lowest setting. “Please. Thank you, Triss.”

“Your welcome, sweetheart. Gravy?”

“No, thank you.”

“Yes for me.”

Her dad opted for a piece of dark meat, and Ciri for a bit of the breast. 

She couldn’t fathom reaching out and taking from Triss the way the rest of her family had felt comfortable doing. They’d only just touched for the first time this morning. But she couldn’t help but admire her beautiful curves and perfect breasts and how great she looked despite the absurdity of her outfit. She looked like she knew she looked good - you could probably put her in a hotdog suit and at least a couple of the men in her new family would still bend the woman over eagerly. 

Her pussy throbbed with the vibrator against her clit and the strong, hard warmth of her father’s bulk at her back. He’d stopped teasing her entrance and clutched his free hand possessively over her belly, his thumb idly stroking through the velvet over dress while he kissed and sucked her neck and shoulder.

“Oh dear. Your poor dad will never get to eat his meal that way. Tell you what, I’ll come back around to feed you something every few minutes. Ciri, your father told you to focus on your dinner, remember?”

Ciri’s eyes had begun to fall shut as she approached her first orgasm far too quickly, but she opened them up just in time to see Julian smirking at her, and Triss looking at her expectantly.

She cleared her throat daintily, again fighting the urge to close her legs and squirm (especially knowing the rest of the table was watching the ordeal) and she picked up her fork. 

Unfortunately, the orgasm wasn’t receding.

She whimpered as she fumbled the fork and the pleasure and heat built where she strained the muscles deep in her core, clenching around nothing. She tried again with her fork, since Geralt cleared his throat as a reminder. She managed to swipe some potatoes on to the blasted thing as her pleasure crested, and she moaned and shook as she took her first bite and the orgasm broke over her.

She realized it would take some coordination not to choke, which was a little like swallowing daddy’s semen while Julian made her come, she realized. Thankfully her daddy pulled the vibrator away before she became too overly sensitive, and she sighed and sank back against him as he kissed her shoulder languidly.

“Very good, baby. That was so pretty to watch. Don’t get too relaxed, you’ve got a whole meal to eat. Ah, thank you Triss-,” 

Ciri leaned forward and had intended to snarf down several bites while Geralt was preoccupied being hand-fed by Triss, but her daddy was too quick and apparently a Grinch and quickly put the vibrator back on her nub, and she nearly choked on a bit of turkey.

She resigned herself to slowing down and accepting her orgasms after that, not wanting to make a fool of herself. They wouldn’t want to ruin her dress. 

“That’s my girl.”

It wasn’t just difficult to focus on her food because her daddy had eventually slipped two fingers into her aching pussy, but also because things were getting a little rowdy at the dinner table. Poor Triss had just been bent over Uncle Eskel’s lap, her head buried in Uncle Regis’ crotch to Eskel’s right and Aiden gleefully slapping her ass red and fingering her cunt on his left. Across the table, Uncle Lambert sidled up next to his youngest niece and waited for her to push her plate away. Then he’d put his hand on the top of Deidre’s head and slowly guided her down to the floor between his knees with nothing but a smirk while Uncle Coen watched.

“Julian, go sit in Santa’s lap,” her daddy growled.

“ Yes daddy,” Julian purred.

Suddenly Geralt stood up, holding her hips steady as he bent her over the table. “Finish your pumpkin pie, baby. Daddy’s gonna have his dessert now.” 

Ciri gasped and tried not to plant her face in the pie as her daddy got on his knees behind her, lifted her chiffon skirt, and buried his face in between her legs. Her knees buckled but it didn’t matter because the arms holding her up were strong and would never let her fall. Her own arms on the other hand were another story, and she took a deep breath as her daddy’s tongue tried to wriggle to her very core. There was no way she was going to be able to use her hands.

“AAH!”

Geralt spread her cheeks far apart and licked her from clit to asshole, pulling back to blow on her. “What’s the matter, baby? Too full for dessert?”

“Ooh, daddy-,”

Geralt swirled his tongue over Ciri’s asshole while he slipped a finger into her cunt, finger fucking her slowly as he delivered firm licks to the so far untouched dusky bud he looked forward to someday violating. 

“Oh, oh, oh, oh!”

Eventually, Triss reached across the table as Eskel fucked her and she fed Ciri her pumpkin pie. It got a little messy, but Triss was sure to lick up every crumb from Ciri’s face and lips.

Papa Vesemir redirected everyone’s attention after that. Ciri thought it was a little inconsiderate, as Uncle Eskel hadn’t even come yet. In fact, she was pretty sure she was the only one who’d come since dinner had started, which seemed a little weird. 

She could recall that her new grandfather talked about their family history in his speech, something about building the property, things to look forward to in the coming year. It was hard to focus once daddy started putting his fingers back inside her. It was hard to remember to stay quiet, too, but she managed okay once Julian gave her his thumb to suck on.

There was a round of toasts then. Her daddy allowed her a gulp for each toast, and by the end, she was giggling and wishing he would put his cock in her. Suddenly there was a bit of chair shuffling as platters were cleared, harder drinks were poured (of which Geralt and her uncles all threw back several in succession) and zippers and buttons started to come undone in earnest.

Geralt stayed put with Ciri held tight in his embrace. 

Vesemir stood from his chair, still in his Santa costume, and together he and Regis distributed the gifts from under the tree. Ciri wasn’t sure what she expected - certainly not prior to coming down here, and certainly not as she sat there, her pussy still twitching from her last orgasm and her nipples achingly hard under her velvet dress, floating happily from the alcohol. 

There were platinum nipple clamps from Uncle Regis for Deidre. Uncle Lambert, inspired by Julian, arranged a piercing session for Aiden with Uncle Coen the following day. Papa Vesemir had gotten Julian a very expensive new camera with firm instructions to provide Papa Vesemir with a portrait of a naked Ciri on Lara Dorren, like he’d mentioned months ago.

“Isn’t that technically you getting yourself your own Christmas present, Papa Ves?”

“Goggle the price of that camera, boy, then you tell me.”

“...Goggle, grandpa? Seriously?”

Ciri had her own pile, but Geralt encouraged her to relax against him for a few moments. He didn’t give her any more champagne, but he did encourage her to drink juice and water in turns as she observed the gathering. He still caressed whatever skin he could touch and kissed her neck and shoulders, and occasionally brushed his fingers across her pussy teasingly.

Deidre was naked now, Ciri suddenly noticed, and patiently letting Uncle Regis adjust the aforementioned nipple clamps. At the same time, Triss was stringing a fine, gold-chain outfit Papa Vesemir had gotten for his youngest granddaughter about her tiny, pale form. A further ways down the table, Aiden whimpered a very satisfied, “Ungh, thank you Uncle Geralt!” as Lambert fitted him with his new custom-designed plug, courtesy of said uncle. Meanwhile Julian was feverishly inspecting the new camera and adjusting the settings so he could get the heartwarming family moments on film.

“Would you like me to open your gifts and show them to you while you relax, Ciri?” Triss appeared at their side again looking a little disheveled, her skirt slightly askew and her lipstick and hair mussed, but smiling happily nonetheless.

“You’re a fucking Yuletide angel, Triss,” Geralt grunted before Ciri could answer. She was going to wave her off, but it seemed that her father had other things in mind. “I owe you my thanks for all your help this season, especially since we brought my little princess home. I know we can all be hard, grumpy bastards, but we appreciate you, sugar.” 

Geralt reached forward over and drew the woman to him by her waist, urging her down into a wet kiss, groping her ass and jostling Ciri as he did. 

Ciri’s eyes were round as saucers as she looked over at her brother. He, too, was watching this little exchange with a gobsmacked expression.

He mouthed at his sister in horror and hilarity, “SUGAR?”

They both broke out into giggles at their father’s drunken antics, and Geralt either didn’t notice or didn’t care, that’s how drunk he was.

Triss smiled indulgently as she was released, and reached for the first present from Ciri’s pile. 

“Merry Christmas, Mr. Rivia. I’m happy to help as always! Now, Ciri, from your Uncle Coen, it looks like he’s chosen a lovely lavender ball-gag with rhinestones, and this has a great feature - it’s flavored like a lavender latte! I hear it’s great for subspace.”

Geralt groaned and buried his nose in Ciri’s neck. 

“Th-thank you, Uncle Coen!” she remembered to warble as Geralt returned the vibrator to her clit.

It took  a while to get there, but the last gift at the bottom of the pile was from her daddy, and it was the largest. She gasped when she recognized the Sybian logo. Forgetting by now that she was meant to stay still, she wriggled around to hug her father properly and shower his face with kisses.

“Thank you daddy! Thank you thank you thank you!”

Geralt chuckled.

Then the debris from the opening of presents was cleared. Vesemir had left at some point without Ciri noticing, but when he returned, a heavy feeling took hold of the room. The Santa suit was gone and he was completely nude. It wasn’t a shock to her, or anyone else. His cock was hard and a darker shade of purple-red than Ciri had ever seen before. 

Everyone re-took their seats, though no one else bothered to redress or tuck themselves back in. Ciri looked up at her father, who looked back down at her, and nodded. He took hold of her tiny waist and hoisted her up, waiting for her to gain her footing.

After sitting across her daddy’s lap like that and having so many orgasms, plus the liquid enhancement, her legs were a little shaky, so she was grateful for the consideration. He let go when she nodded.

Vesemir re-took his seat at the head, his chair pulled out a good six feet from the table, his legs spread, cock jutting out proudly.

Ciri walked slowly but steadily into the cradle of her naked grandfather’s lap, looking only at his face and trying not to pay attention to anything else, ignoring how Uncle Regis hovered like some sort of creepy butler. 

Vesemir slipped one weathered hand underneath the hem of her dress, sliding up her naked thigh and stroking.

“You look so beautiful tonight, my princess. The moment we’ve all been waiting for is finally here. The day my son brought you home to us, I knew you belonged to this family, Cirilla, to your brother and cousins, your uncles, and father. And I knew that you belonged to me . I knew that I was meant to care for you, to be your grandfather, protector and provider, as I am to all who join in the sacred bonds of our family. You are one of us, now. I will love, protect, pleasure, and guide you the rest of my life, Cirilla. Now will you give yourself to me, to show that you accept this bond and commit to our family with your entire heart and body?”

Cirilla’s heartbeat pounded hot in her ears and her fingertips tingled. Everything felt slightly far away again. 

Papa Ves’ words sounded strangely like getting married.

“Yes,” she heard herself say.

She followed along as her grandfather turned her to face her family. All thoughts that she might keep her dress on flew out the window when he pulled it up over her head, handing it off with solemnity to Uncle Regis. 

She stood there, bare for several seconds, until Uncle Regis turned her around again.

“How’s her head, Geralt?”

“I wouldn’t spend long on it.”

She wasn’t sure what that meant, but she didn’t linger on it. Uncle Regis placed a small pillow on the floor in front of Papa Vesemir. Ciri didn’t need instructions, not really, so she went to her knees and was secretly pleased at the compliments being murmured behind her back by her uncles. She looked up at her grandfather.

“Just make Papa nice and wet, baby.”

___

Vesemir groaned at the sight his granddaughter made before him. Geralt was right, these were very early days for her fellatio technique, but tonight he didn’t need an expert. He needed very little to reach his peak, in fact. The pageantry, anticipation, and build up had done its job, and everyone in the room had a short fuse. Thankfully Geralt had done a fantastic job priming her cunt for him all evening, all he’d need to do is put it in her and he’d be reasonably forgiven for immediately spilling like a green youth. He’d do his best to make it last somewhat and give them a show, though, not to mention something for her to remember. 

“Look at the curve of her spine and her sweet little ass cheeks, nephews, children,” his brother commented with the same feverish passion he used when speaking of his horses. To Ciri's credit, she hardly flinched when Regis fondled said cheeks and ran one long, elegant finger along her crack. “She’s a supreme specimen of female adolescence. Her pussy is perfect, even after my dear nephew has been defiling that little hole with his brutish cock for months.” Vesemir’s white haired son chuckled with satisfaction from his end of the table. “I’d like to think I know a thing or two about a perfect little girl’s pussy, but I’d be hard pressed, even in all my worldly travels, to find a better example than Ciri’s and our Deidre’s.”

“Only the finest pussy in the Rivia family!” Lambert insisted arrogantly. The typical ‘ism’ of his youngest prompted laughter and agreement from them all.

“Well done, princess. Up on your feet now,” Regis instructed, giving her a balancing hand. Vesemir appreciated someone keeping them on track. He reached for the lube.

“She’s plenty wet, Vesemir, and your cock is soaked,” his brother interjected impatiently as he turned Ciri to face away from him again and walk her backward over Vesemir’s lap.

“I’m putting the lube on, Regis,” he said, exasperated.

“Fine . There now, love, we’ve got you, just sit back, just like that-,”

“Fuck, Uncle Reg, we can’t fucking see!” he heard Lambert complain.

Finally, the head of his cock was nudged between Ciri’s slick pussy lips and he grabbed himself at the base before she slid down. 

“AAAAH!” she cried.

“THAT’S a good girl,” he growled as his granddaughter finally sank down onto his cock and enveloped him in the kind of tightness only a little girl's pussy could provide. “Aaah fuck, such a good girl-,”

“Nnnh ah deep! Hurts!” she gasped brokenly, the breath knocked out of her. Vesemir’s cock twitched inside her tight little body upon hearing the complaint. By the gods he loved little girls. He was so grateful his sons had gone on to have daughters. Ciri wasn’t even the smallest he’d had, but she felt sublime. Calanthe’s fucking granddaughter was speared on his cock - he could barely believe it.

“Papa Vesemir is thicker than your daddy, sweetling. Feels a lot different, does it?” Regis cooed sympathetically, and clutched his brother’s hand and encouraged him to drag it across his granddaughter’s belly.

“Each of us is going to feel different inside of you, princess,” Vesemir rasped, nosing fondly along her hair and temple, already drunk on the feel of her. “Your Uncle Eskel is the biggest, but Uncle Lambert fucks the hardest. Uncle Coen’s cock has an amazing curve to it that makes little boys and girls shake… You have a lot to learn, little one.”

Ciri whined and tried to shift her hips, but Vesemir held her firmly in place. Uncle Regis tutted and caressed her belly and breasts and the silver chains she still wore. Vesemir groped for the vibrator and settled it back on his granddaughter’s obscenely stretched clit and just enjoyed the erratic clench of her channel. She bowed forward immediately, still overly sensitive from the previous orgasms, not to mention the current penetration. Regis, ever so thoughtful, was helpful and took her wrists and brought them up and behind her Papa’s head so that she could hold herself up for her whole family to see as she was fucked. 

Finally confident that Ciri was securely mounted, Uncle Regis moved back and waved for everyone else to move in, not that Ciri saw that. Her eyes were nearly shut and lost in the glitter of the chandelier overhead. She was overwhelmed by the feeling of being penetrated with a thicker cock than her father’s, in a position more vulnerable than she’d ever been in before, and on the cusp of another orgasm from the vibrator. 

Vesemir’s sons and brother came to stand before him and Ciri in a row. From one end to the other, Uncle Regis, Eskel, Geralt, Coen, and Lambert. Then in front of them, the children and Triss filed in on their knees to service the men standing. 

“Open your eyes, my dear,” Uncle Regis panted as he fucked into Triss’ mouth. “Your whole family is here to watch your big moment and help consecrate your bond.”

Vesemir’s suspicions held true. No one was going to last very long. Aiden was expertly working his father and Coen’s cock’s with both hands at the same time, and Lambert and said brother were exchanging sloppy, desperate kisses. Eskel whimpered as he thrust quickly and shallowly into little Deidre’s mouth, petting her face and pulling on a nipple clamp but staring unblinkingly at the place where his father and niece were obscenely connected. Vesemir was sure that if he didn’t finish soon Julian might pass out on his dad’s cock, as Geralt didn’t seem keen to let him surface for air. 

Ciri moaned and huffed, squirming atop his cock. “Papa… please…,”

Vesemir groaned and delayed no longer. He set the vibrator aside, perhaps depriving her of her only chance at an orgasm during this, but he couldn't wait any longer. Slowly, he lifted his sweet little granddaughter up by the hips, the slide and grip of her pussy more glorious than anything he could think of, and dropped her back down as he drove his hips up.

“PAPA!”

Again.

“PAPA! OH!”

And again.

“AH! OH PAPA! OH!”

And again.

In her voice, he heard confusion. Delirious pleasure crossing the threshold of pain. She wanted to cry out for him to stop, he could hear it on the tip of her tongue. The feeling was too new, and he was being too rough. But he would not, even if she did beg. 

“That’s it my darling girl,” he growled, wrapping his arms around her tightly as her grip on his neck slipped. He bounced her on his cock until she let out a truly broken sob.

“PAPA PLEASE! PAPA! I CAN’T! IT’S- IT’S-,”

“Just a little more, princess, Papa’s almost there-,”

Her cry spoke of pain and despair and fearful pleasure. That horrifically beautiful sound sent him over the edge as he slammed into her fluttering little pussy one final time, the flashfire of his orgasm ripping through his loins, deafening and blinding him momentarily as he flooded her sweet little cunt.

His cock hadn’t finished pulsing when he felt the satisfying splash of hot cum on his foot, then thigh, and arm. He blinked and the blurry figures of his sons and brother wringing their cocks of their seed onto his granddaughter came into focus. 

It was done. Ciri trembled and sobbed in his arms and his family was crowding around him, showering her with words of encouragement.

___

Geralt watched, a sense of serenity washing over him, as Triss helped wipe Ciri down while Vesemir continued to cradle her in his arms. She was awake and whispering something to his father, and she seemed relatively okay. Vesemir would have said something otherwise.

Uncle Regis declared himself quite done for the evening and, after wishing everyone a very merry Christmas and delivering kisses to the foreheads of all the children, he declared, “Coen, my boy, why don’t you go get that delightful canine of yours and join me for a nightcap. And Triss, dear, once you’re done with your tasks, make sure to report promptly to my room as well.” 

Coen grinned and took Uncle Regis’ offered elbow and they left. Geralt shook his head in fondness.

Deidre surprised them all next with her boldness by asking Uncle Lambert and her daddy to take her to the Dark Room for the night.

Lambert looked like he’d just won the lottery, and immediately asked if Geralt was fine keeping Aiden.

“So much for a silent night,” Geralt joked. Lambert guffawed at the terrible humor and swooped Deidre up into his arms and carried her out of the room with Eskel following right behind. 

Whatever loss Geralt had felt at giving Ciri up to Vesemir for the night as was tradition was now pacified. He hadn’t had Aiden in months, and the little fucker was well overdue from a pounding from Uncle Geralt, and the little shit knew it. Yes, Lambert could fuck the hardest, but Geralt’s cock was significantly bigger, and he lasted longer. He and Julian were going to have a lot fun tonight. Good thing Lambert had put that plug in, the little shit was going to need the head start.

Aiden gulped hard from where he was standing with Julian by the Christmas tree, as if he could hide behind it.

___

Vesemir carried Ciri to yet another room in The Basement she’d never been to before. This one, however, merely looked like a regular little girl’s room. A very non-descript little girl, perhaps, but still. He laid her down on the bed, turned down the lights, and then licked and kissed her pussy until she thought she’d break from pleasure and pushed his head away. 

She was so tired, and thought it must be time to sleep, and she was almost there, even naked with her legs spread and no blanket to cover her. 

Then she felt his slicked up cock prodding at her folds, and he shushed her as she tensed.

“Be a good girl, Ciri. Papa has to come a couple more times and then we can sleep. I’m going to be real gentle, so just lay back.”

He was very gentle, as promised, going very slow, and on her back like this, it didn’t hurt as much as it had at the table. His hands were all over her, massaging and groping and pinching, and he kissed her almost non-stop, hardly taking his mouth off of her, especially her breasts and nipples. He never sped up or went harder, even when he came. He just pressed as deep as he could go and made her look him in the eye.

After the second time, he finally pulled out of Ciri and allowed her to sleep.

___

Vesemir remained awake for several more moments, just observing her and caressing her body, dipping his fingers into her cunt and smearing her juices and his cum in lazy trails over her pubic mound and thighs. 

She was perfect. 

He kissed her forehead before curling around her unconscious form and pulling a blanket up over them.

“Merry Christmas, princess.”

#House of Rivia #Making Room #The Witcher fic #dead dove do not eat #Geralt/Ciri #Geralt Jaskier

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The Colour-Magic Theory (4/?)

Intro  Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 

A/N: ooof, the past two weeks were busy af but hopefully I’ll be able to update this story more often from now on! :D 

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Silences uncover many tales.

Princess Cirilla knows when she isn’t told something. She was raised in a court – a place where things unsaid are often more important than any words which have been spoken. After thirteen years of living in such environment, she’s got very good at determining which silences matter and, thanks to this ability, she’s certain that there’s a lot more to the story of her parents’ betrothal than her grandmother allows anyone to say.

She’s always realised that she isn’t normal, even with her royal status aside. The inexplicable dreams that comforted her in her early childhood have never gone away or revealed anything about what they mean, and they aren’t even the only mystery Cirilla cannot solve.

As she grows up, she discovers that plants and animals communicating with her isn’t the only thing peculiar about her. She’s also able to sense power around her – she feels it swirl in the air every time Moussack does some magic trick, she knows when some people are connected and is aware that she’s at one end of such a link. It tugs at her, urging her to go somewhere, to someone. There’s also power inside her – an incredible fury that thrums and waits, lurking. It’s buried somewhere deep and she has no idea how to release it, to finally have it calm down. The constant buzz is so tiring and she just wants to scream, sometimes.

Ciri still tries to let the power loose in the only way she can think of – doing magic. She asks Moussack to make something levitate and later tries to recreate his hand gestures, the way the magic around felt. When she finally successes to do the trick, her inner power hums even more than usual but nothing else happens. After that, she tries to perfect her levitating skills and finds that she can make things float in the air for hours – the stones upon which Cintra was built are ancient and they support her. Lazlo doesn’t understand this when she explains it to him, and she doesn’t either. At least he keeps her secret.

The questions mount with no answer in sight and in the end, Cirilla doesn’t ask. She doesn’t ask about her parents’ betrothal, or if they had powers too and she just inherited them, or just why she is like this at all. She doesn’t ask and doesn’t say anything about it to anyone but plants and animals – she somehow knows that they can be trusted, even though they offer no response that would make anything any more clear.

Birds especially are unhelpful chatterboxes. They say a lot of simple sentences and phrases, and Cirilla has learnt to glean as much information from bird-speak as possible, but sometimes it all still feels like a code she can’t crack. She knows she’s missing something. She’s painfully aware of it when birds arriving from three parts of the world cry, “He’s coming! He’s coming! He’s coming!”.

“Who’s coming?” Cirilla asks them.

They don’t answer. She isn’t given enough time to decipher their silence. He arrives. 

TBC   

Part 5

#myfic #geraskier #geralt x jaskier #the witcher fanfiction #magical!geralt #fae!jaskier #The C-M Theory AU