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A Lark Among the Wolves and Dragons Bonus Chapter: Ciri's Adventures in the Red Keep

This take place during Chapters 17 and 17.5 which was to serve both as a palate cleanser for the dark themes of said chapters and to show what Ciri was up to while the reader was going through her own personal hell.

Ciri sat in her room by her lonesome in the middle of the afternoon, sipping a cup of tea and nibbling some cured meat from her breakfast while reading a book from the library on the history of Old Valyria. Since she was staying here in the Red Keep and King's Landing for the time being, Ciri had decided to learn more about this place. 

Since being allowed to stay and becoming Rhaenyra's new friend, the Targaryen princess had gifted the young girl several books from the library to read. Among those included a history of Westeros, the origins of the dragons, and a history of Old Valyria, and surprisingly, a text on High Valyrian. As surprised as she was by the last book, Ciri actually knew some rudimentary High Valyrian herself as it turns out; a skill she acquired from her tutoring lessons with Mousesack back in Cintra. The old Druid had said he felt it important that Ciri learn this particular language as she may need to use it someday, him saying that last part rather cryptically. Ciri had scoffed at that initially, as she never imagined she would ever be in a place where it would be needed, but it turned out the man might actually be right.

As appreciative as the books were, Ciri would rather spend her time learning how to fight with a sword. She's been wanting to ask, but Westerosi customs were different compared to Cintran ones, and this included the expectation that ladies don't fight with swords. Granted, Cintra had its own expectation for ladies that weren't too different, but living under her grandmother's rule, Ciri had been allow to explore different hobbies as a child. As a young child, Ciri had learned to ride horses when she could barely walk; her grandmother had instilled into her at an early age the importance of running a kingdom and the political tangles that were associated with it. Her grandfather, Ciri remembered, had showed her how to play knuckle bones and had encouraged her to dress as a boy so as to practice her skills with boys on the streets. During trips to Skellige, Ciri had fond memories of ice skating, and sneaking into the great hall in Kaer Trolde where her grandmother caroused with the jarls as they lifted their drinks of mead and ale in a toast for successful raids and battles and such.

And if the Nilfgaard siege had not happen; had it not seen her grandparents to an early grave, Ciri would've eventually learned to use the sword long before she found herself in Kaer Morhen with the White Wolf.

While reminiscent on what was and what could've been, Ciri turned her attention to the fireplace, where the young girl had recently tossed ripped bits of paper in there only this morning after reading the message that had been inscribed in it from (y/n). Even though it was a mix of elven and the Common Tongue, Ciri couldn't risk anyone somehow deciphering it; she couldn't even risk Rhaenyra finding it either. Both the girls may have grown close as new friends, but Ciri also knew Rhaenyra was close to her uncle, or as Ciri knew him, the man who essentially blackmailed (y/n) into leaving Geralt and Kaer Morhen behind or else he would have the entire place and everyone in it burned to the ground.

Ciri was still mad at Daemon for such a grievous sin, and had yet to forgive him. She probably never would, regardless of how good a father he may be to Aemma, or that if it weren't for him, Aemma would never had acquired her own dragon. It was for this reason, that Ciri wanted to continue honing her sword skills while she waited; should the time come for both her and (y/n) to make their escape, and should Daemon come for the both of you once more, the ashen haired girl wanted to be prepared this time around.

It was in this moment, there was a knock at the door which caused Ciri to jump a little. She relaxed a little when she heard the soft knock again. "Come!" she calls out, half-expecting it to be Rhaenyra. "Cirilla," she hears the greeting, but it was not the princess. Ciri quickly stood up and faced Alicent, curtsying as she did so, "your Grace," the girl addresses.

"Cirilla," the young queen nods back. "What brings you here this time of day?" Ciri asks. "well, seeing as Rhaenyra is out for the day on her dragon, I thought perhaps we could spend some time together," Alicent explains. Ciri regarded the Hightower woman for a bit; she didn't know much about Alicent other then she and Rhaenyra had been friends, but for one reason or another, that friendship had fractured and fallen apart when Alicent married Viserys. Ciri didn't know anything else or why such an arrangement had cut those ties, but having nowhere else to go, and wanting to get some fresh air, she agreed to Alicent's proposition. ---------------------------

After dressing into something a little more decent, Alicent and Ciri both took a walk outside the gardens. "It is a rather nice day today," Ciri comments. "It certainly is," Alicent agrees, rubbing her swollen belly a little. It had felt like a lifetime ago that the young queen had enjoyed something like this; to walk around the keep in the company of another. Since becoming Viserys' wife and since Rhaenyra had all but stopped speaking to her, Alicent had felt rather lonely these last few months. Sure, she had maids and servants weighing on her hand and foot (even more so since becoming pregnant), and sure she had her father for some support, but it wasn't the same. In some ways, Alicent felt trapped; the only thing that kept her going was doing right by her father, her husband, and now the Seven Kingdoms by being queen and producing heirs, preferably sons (as told by Otto).

Ciri was an unexpected surprise to everyone in the keep. From Alicent's point of view, the fact this girl was a foreigner who seemed to have no interest in currying favor with the royal family meant an opportunity for Alicent to have a genuine friend once again. A confidante to talk freely with, and possibly someone who could serve as a bridge between her and Rhaenyra.

"Could you tell me a little bit about yourself?" Alicent decides to ask. "What would you like to know?" Ciri asks back. "What was your home like?" the young queen asks, "the one in Cintra. You were the princess there, yes?" Ciri nods and goes into explaining what her life there was like. Alicent continued to ask more questions and Ciri obliged to answer each one as best she could.

"It was the only life I had known before Nilfgaard came and laid siege to the castle," Ciri says, a sadness creeping in as she relived those memories. "I'm so sorry for your loss," Alicent says, meaning it, as she placed a comforting hand on Ciri's arm, "you must miss your grandmother dearly." Ciri nods, giving the queen a small smile, "I appreciate the comfort, your Grace."

Alicent huffs a bit, feeling tired from the extra weight she was currently carrying, "I should like to sit down for a bit while we continue this conversation," she says and walks with Ciri to sit on a bench. "Have you ever lost anyone close to you before?" Ciri decides to ask. "My mother," Alicent nods, "she was very dear to me, to my father as well. Her death had left behind an emptiness in our lives, I dare say. But...sometimes when I am in the Sept, I sometimes pray and think about her. It's in that place, where I feel I am most close to her." "Did Rhaenyra ever spend time there as well, when her own mother passed?" Ciri asked. "I brought there once myself sometime after that tragedy," Alicent nods, thinking back on those days, "sometimes I'm not sure if she ever fully recovered from such loss."

"Does...does Rhaenyra ever mention me when the two of you are together?" "...once or twice," Ciri admits, not sure if she should disclose anything else for fear of further severing whatever remnants of that friendship was still intact. Sensing the young girl's hesitation to further disclose anymore information, Alicent decides to change the subject, "you came here on dragonback with Lady (y/n) and Prince Daemon, yes?" "Uh, that is correct," Ciri nods, trying not to think about the circumstances of why that was the case. "What was it like?" "It was...quite exhilarating, if I'm being honest," Ciri admits, which was true, "I've dreamt of flying before, but it wasn't quite what I imagined it to be. Nevertheless, I did find myself enjoying it." "I myself would prefer to stay on the ground," Alicent admits, "Rhaenyra had offered to take me flying on Syrax once, but the mere thought of flying has always frighten me. I honestly don't know how the Targaryens do it. It must be something in their blood," she rubs her belly absentmindedly, "I have a feeling it will be the case for this little dragon inside me."

Right at that moment, a dragon flew by across the Red Keep towards the direction of the dragon pit. It was Rhaenyra astride Syrax. The princess likely returning from her dragon ride. 

Ciri and Alicent got up and continued their stroll, until they found themselves by the training fields. Ser Criston was busy sparring with the newly knighted warriors.

Ciri stared at the sparring session in awe, her mind taken back to her time in Kaer Morhen when she spent her days going through the obstacles, training with dummies with wooden swords, mimicking what Geralt showed her, and conducting sparring sessions with (y/n), which also took her back to that day when the troubador woman nearly pummeled the girl to the ground in a state of panic. Ciri remembered being mad at (y/n) at first, but thinking about the circumstances of what she and (y/n) had been through so far, it was starting to make more and more sense why (y/n) was so adamant about mastering the art of the sword.

Alicent noticed the way Ciri was staring, and Ciri noticed Alicent staring back, "I used to watch my grandmother spar with a sword herself," Ciri explains, "I rarely ever saw a man best her in combat. She taught me that you could wear armor and dresses. And you could wear both when you fight with a sword." "Your grandmother really sounded like an accomplished woman," Alicent complements, "no wonder Rhaenyra was enamored with her when Lady (y/n) first mentioned her."

Alicent suddenly felt tired; a feeling that was becoming more familiar to her as her pregnancy advanced, "I must rest now. You will have to enjoy this spectacle without me." Ciri nods in understanding, "of course, your Grace." "I really did enjoy this," Alicent says as she stands up, "I would like to do this more often, though I must confess these walks will have to become shorter as...my condition advances. I'd still enjoy your company, Cirilla." "...I would like that too, your Grace," Ciri says, giving the young queen a small smile. While Alicent returned to the inside of the keep, Ciri continued to watch the sparring session.

Currently, Ser Criston knocked one knight off his feet. Afterwards, Criston helped the young knight back on his feet. Ciri smiled a bit, wishing she was in the middle of this session. 

Then she had an idea.

Ciri walks into the training field and grabs a sword when no one was looking. "Who wishes to spar next?" Criston challenges. "I will," Ciri states, sword in hand. The other knights exchanged looks, not sure if the girl was being serious or not. 

Criston gave Ciri an incredulous look, "sword fighting is a man's skill, Lady Ciri, not well suited for womenfolk." "My grandmother fought with a sword, good Sir," Ciri pointed out, "no man could ever best her. And while she never had a chance to teach me, I had the honor to train with a knight on the Continent. There, they must learn to fight monsters as well as men."  While that statement was partially true, but the actual knights Ciri was thinking about weren't knights at all.

At that moment, Rhaenyra had walked by, having just gotten back from the dragon pit. She saw Ciri challenging the knights with a sword in hand. She stood by the sidelines, waiting to see how this would turn out.

"Well, perhaps that is the way things are on the Continent, my Lady," Criston says, "but that is not the way of Westeros." "Are you scared?" Ciri decides to taunt, "Do you fear you will lose to a girl? One in a dress, while you Ser Criston are sheltered in your armor? I assure you I am more than capable."

Some of the knights snickered at the taunting, while others had shocked looks at this girl's tenacity. Criston, who normally favored a flail as his weapon of choice, dropped said weapon and picked up a sword. The two get in fighting positions and the sparring session commences.

Criston initially held back, something he ended up regretting the moment Ciri began her spins and pirouettes as she parried each of Criston's blow. The man was surprised by how fast the girl was on her feet, her dress flowing with each move she made. The session went on, and it almost looked like it was going to end in a stalemate, until Ciri made a misstep and Criston took this opportunity to sweeper kick the girl off her feet. Criston held the point of the sword at Ciri's throat. Ciri reluctantly yields, knowing she had lost the game.

The other knights applauded while Criston helped Ciri back on her feet. "Do you still think this is solely a man's skill?" Ciri asks, expecting the answer. "...maybe not," Criston admits, which surprised Ciri, "the knight who trained you did well. Not many of these green-gills lasted half as long as you did. What was the name of the knight who taught you?" "....Sir Geralt of Rivia," Ciri answers confidently.

Rhaenyra clapped her hands, bringing both Ciri and Criston's attention, "I say you fought well, Ciri," the princess complements, "given further training, you might even be able to compete in tourneys." "That would be something, princess," Ciri says, her stomach suddenly growling.

Rhaenyra took that as her cue to take Ciri with her back to the keep to find something to eat, "this knight that trained you, this Sir Geralt," Rhaenyra says, "is he still alive? Perhaps we could invite him here, it would be quite a sight to see him fight. With the way you fought, I should like to learn from him myself." Ciri wasn't sure what to tell the Targaryen princess; she couldn't really tell her that the man she was talking about wasn't really a knight, and even if she could, would she tell her uncle about him? And would he come back to King's Landing from wherever he was to finish what he started?

It would be a rather ugly situation for everyone involved.

"I'm not sure if he would be able to come here," Ciri decides to answer, "with the Northern realms at war with Nilfgaard, he may be busy fighting in the upcoming battles." "I shall pray to the gods then that he will survive this conflict then," Rhaenyra says. "I saw you with the queen earlier today when I flew over the keep," she continues, "what were you doing with her?" "She...we were just walking and talking," Ciri answers. "About what?" "She just wanted to know more about me. And..." Ciri wasn't sure if she should mention Alicent wanted to know if Rhaenyra ever mentioned her, "she did ask for me to do this more with her often. It sounded like she needed a friend, someone to accompany her in the keep."

Rhaenyra regarded this statement for a moment. She hadn't really spoken to Alicent since she married Viserys. Frankly, Rhaenyra still didn't know why her father married her friend in the first place; it couldn't have been for political gain, otherwise he would've married her cousin Laena. In addition, with Alicent pregnant, Rhaenyra also felt her standing as heir was hanging in the balance should the queen end up giving birth to a son, the boy that Viserys always wanted, and the reason her mother had died in the first place. She may not have wanted to rule at first, but since being named heir, Rhaenyra had come to look forward to the day when she would establish a new order as Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. The day she would prove princess Rhaenys wrong and show that the people could accept the idea that a woman could sit the Iron Throne.

 But reluctant as she was to admit, a part of Rhaenyra did fear that the moment her father did get the male heir he always wanted, she would be cast aside, and possibly married off to some noble lord far away from King's Landing. It was part of the reason why she sought friendship in Ciri, hoping to have someone in her life once again that she could confide in.

"Do you pray to your Continental gods, Ciri?" Rhaenyra asks, changing the subject. "My grandparents weren't really the praying type," Ciri admits, "my tutor though, I'd often seen make prayers to the Skellige goddess Freya before partaking in evening meals." Rhaenyra smiled, taking Ciri by the hand, "would you like to see something?"

The princess led Ciri to the Septon, which was decorated with a mix of emblems of the faith of the Seven as well as Targaryen Heraldry. Mixed symbols that also represented the compromise the Targaryen dynasty has made so as to rule over the people of Westeros while also maintaining their own customs; customs that would rather be seen most as 'queer'.

Rhaenyra led Ciri to where the candles were lit, and in the center, a giant dragon skull was on display for all to see. Rhaenyra smiled when she saw the reaction Ciri made, the girl's eyes going wide, "that...that is a dragon's skull," was all Ciri could say, "I had no idea they could grow so big. I thought that red dragon was big." "This is the skull of Balerion, the Black Dread," Rhaenyra tells her, "the largest dragon that had ever lived. My forebear Aegon the Conqueror rode this dragon when he first came to Westeros, a living relic of Old Valyria. My father was Balerion's last rider before the dragon died. He's never claimed another dragon since."

Ciri continued to stare at the dragon's skull in awe, "Since Balerion is no longer alive, does this mean your uncle's dragon holds the title of largest in the world?" "No, not even close," Rhaenyra shakes her head in laughter, "that would be Vhagar, Balerion's nest mate. She's been sighted every now and again, but no one has claimed her yet, not since my grandfather Prince Baelon. I'm not sure if anyone will, but if someone did, I have a feeling it would be my cousin Laena Velaryon. She's young, but she's determined. I wouldn't be surprised if she succeeded in claiming Vhagar if she put her mind to it."

Ciri nodded, still in awe of the size of this dragon before her. She didn't know much about dragons, but based on what she learned back in Kaer Morhen, they were one of two monsters witchers don't typically take contracts on, and with good reason. While the number of dragons left on the Continent was on the decline due to treasure hunters, they were difficult, if not impossible, beasts to kill, more so then trying to slay their lesser cousins such as wyvrens or forktails. Even the venom spewing basilisks were preferable to take contracts on.

The fact that people like Rhaenyra, Daemon, and even little Aemma could form bonds with these creatures and even ride them without bout was astounding to the girl. Maybe Alicent was right, there was indeed something in the Targaryens' blood that gave them special control over the dragons.    

"I fear that my stepmother's first child will be a son," Rhaenyra admits to Ciri, seemingly randomly, "and when that happens, I also fear I shall be disinherited, married off to some lord in the river lands, or the North, Casterly Rock, or some place far away from my father." Ciri turned her gaze to Rhaenyra, noticing the concerned look the princess was trying to hide, "do you really think your father would do that?" she asks, "he seems to love you. Do you really think he would disinherit you?" "If pressured enough by the small council, perhaps," Rhaenyra admits, "but it's not just that possibility that scares me. I remember what my mother went though when she and father tried to produce a male heir...how it killed her in the end. I don't wish to go through that. I want to live my life, not having to fear that it may be cut short one day on the birthing bed."  

"Have you thought to speak to the king about this concern?" Ciri asks, "maybe he would listen to you." "Father and I haven't spoken much since his second marriage," Rhaenyra says before she took Ciri by the hand the moment she heard the girl's stomach growl once more, "shall we?" Ciri nodded and allowed the princess to take her away from this place and back to the keep. "Why hasn't your father never claimed another dragon after Balerion?" Ciri asks. "I'm...not sure," Rhaenyra admits, remembering what Viserys had told her that the supposed control her family held over the dragons was actually nothing more than an illusion, "I suppose it's understandable given that Balerion was the largest among them. It may not have been the same."

Once back in the keep, the two girls partook in a late afternoon meal of fruits and cheese with honey cakes to follow after.

Later in the evening when everyone had gone to bed, Ciri sat in her room, reading over one of the books when a servant came in with a cup of tea and a message under the cup, "for your eyes only my lady," the servant whispers.

Ciri frowns a bit and reads the message. It was from a friend of (y/n)'s, Ciri realized. Apparently, the escape (y/n) had mentioned in her cryptic note was going to happen in a few days time, after (y/n) makes her escape from Dragonstone with Aemma. A ship was heading back to the Continent and both would be able to board. The message was clear that Ciri was to wait for a signal that only she would know about, which would then proceed with Ciri disguising herself, sneaking out of the Red Keep, and waiting at the docks for (y/n) and Aemma.

Ciri sighed a bit; it was going to be a long few days, but it would be worth it. To go back to the Continent, back to Geralt, and learning more about sword fighting as well as learning more about this special power inside her that subdued a dragon and almost brought Kaer Morhen to the ground.

However much Ciri may have grown to care about Rhaenyra and others in this place, this was not her home.

She needed to go back, and she needed to fulfill her destiny, whatever that may be.

Bonus Masterlist

[starfrckled-a]

@treppenwitzz​  (    ishtar    )   sent  :  ❝   your body is rot waiting to happen .   ❞    /     inbox clean up .

𝙽𝙾𝚃  𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚂  𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻  𝙲𝚁𝚈  𝙵𝙾𝚁  𝙷𝙸𝙼 ,  when  fate’s  blade  gets  shoved  between  his  ribs .  they  will  stand  witness ,  their  shimmer  unthouched  and  unchallenged ,  and  he  has  long  since  stopped  resenting  them  for  it  ——  what  could  he  possibly  matter  to  celestial  bodies  ?    child  of  two  words  /  child  of  neither  of  them .  yet  the  words  coming  out  of  the  sorceress’  mouth  sting ,  regardless .  they  feel  too  heavy ,  like  they  might  hit  too  close  to  the  heart ,  to  an  inner  core  lloer  has  always  tried  his  best  to  guard  closely .  they  spell  his  doom  out  for  him ,  mock  him  with  his  life’s  clock  ticking  away .  he  might  have  dismissed  her  words ,  if  his  mind  was  not  already  stretched  thin ,  thoughts  bleeding  onto  one  another  and  memories  —  happy  ones,  void  of  pain  —  eaten  by  rot .  he  has  lost  the  only  place  that  ever  felt  like  home  and  the  self  inflicted  wound  is  still  raw ,  still  gushing  out  blood .  her  words  feel  like  fingers  digging  in .  what  have  you  done  ?    you  have  doomed  yourself ,  lloerwedd .  now  you  get  to  see  your  funeral  pyre  being  lit . ❛  it  matters  not .  ❜    words  sound  sharper  than  usual ,  voice  comes  out  through  gritted  teeth .  a  testament  to  the  control  slipping  from  his  grasp ,  piece  by  piece .  half  elf  is  full  of  warnings ,  of  thorns  screaming  don’t  come  closer .  now  they  might  even  pierce  the  skin ,  if  he  is  not  careful  enough .    ❛  perhaps  choosing  where  to  die  is  all  i  have  left .  ❜    what  goes  unsaid  is  :  i  will  not  die  here ,  in  a  world  that  has  nothing  but  frost  for  me .  

[scarlettwitcher]

Úlfur minn Part One

Request: by @laneygthememequeen​: Hello lovely! I just saw that youre open to requests and are itching to write something for soft boi geralt! If you’re open to it, can I request a geralt x reader where reader seems like super innocent but is like an actual warrior/badass and he’s just like in awe. Or maybe where the reader is in like a dress for some reason and she usually doesn’t wear dresses because they’re inconvenient for fighting and ends up having to fight in the dress. take care and I hope you have a wonderful day💖

Summary: After Jaskier is finally able to convince Geralt to be his bodyguard for Pavetta’s betrothal dinner, shit goes down and Geralt has to make the decision of whether or not he should tell Y/n how he really feels.

Characters: Geralt, Reader, Jaskier, Calanthe, Eist, Mousesack, Pavetta, Duny, mentions of secondary characters in the show.

Word Count: 2336

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of guts, lots of angst, canon typical warnings, also the title is in Icelandic, it was just something cute for plot.

Author’s Notes: So, I’m not gonna lie, this one got away from me. I found that Episode 4, Of Banquets, Bastards, and Burials fit this request perfectly. This will be a four part mini series. I’m actually really excited to release this to y’all. Million of thanks out to my girl @queenxxxsupreme​. She’s been such an amazing help with writing The Witcher. Everyone send her lots of love! I am accepting requests so please, send them in! If you’d like to be a tag as well, just let me know! Thanks for reading and feedback is always welcome!

“I tell you no lie. It swallowed the whole village, it did. Not a bone to be found!” The man took a second to breathe before scowling at another. “Of, don’t give me that look, shitling. That’s why we had to call him…” The man stood up for emphasis as he recalled the events he had witnessed earlier. “The White Wolf! And he stood in the middle of that frozen lake like he knew it was coming for him. The ice cracked open and a Selkiemore shot out! Oh, you’ve never seen one, but it’d take down a ship with its cavernous mouth full of devil’s teeth!” You tried to stifle your snort as everyone gasped. You took a drink of your ale, quickly scowling at the cup for the foul taste. “And it… swallowed… that Witcher… whole!” 

“Oh, this is brilliant!” You giggled quietly to yourself as you heard Jaskier and slowly reached over, poking his head gently making him look up at everyone staring at him in confusion. “Oh, sorry. It’s just Geralt’s usually so stingy with the details. Uh… and then what happened?”

“He died.”

“Eh… He’s fine.”

“Look, I was there. I saw it with my own-” The door swung open, cutting the man off as Geralt slowly walked into the room, a thick awful smell filling the room. Everyone parted immediately, giving Geralt room to walk straight towards the man. Your eyes widened as you saw him, covered head to toe in guts and it took everything in you not to rush to his side to see if he was okay.

“See?” Jaskier let out a loud laugh and you elbowed him as you stood, making your way over to Geralt, touching his elbow gently before moving to the other side of the tavern, knowing Geralt would make his way over there.

“Oh… What’s that stench?”

“Selkiemore guts. Had to get it from the inside. I’ll take what I’m owed.” 

“Toss a coin to your witcher. O, Valley of Plenty o-oh-oh” As you heard the song leave the bard’s lip, you smiled softly to yourself knowing how much Geralt hated it. Soon everyone joined Jaskier and cheered as they were now monster free.

Once Geralt received payment, he made his way over to you, laying his sword on the table as you smiled up at him and pulled out your handkerchief that you always carried with you and started to wipe his face. Geralt watched you with a reserved softness that he only had for you. Before either of you could get a word out, Jaskier approached behind the both of you.“You're welcome. And now, Witcher, it’s time to repay your debt.” The bartender handed Geralt a mug of ale but before you could advise him not to, he took a sip, and immediately spit it out to the side, getting some on your pants as he stared the bartender down with what could be called rage. “What debt, you’re probably asking yourself in your head right now. Well, I’ll tell you. I’ve made you famous, Witcher. By rights, I should be claiming ten percent of all your coin, but instead, what I’m asking for is a teeny, teeny-weeny little favor.”

“Jaskier, let the man breathe would you. He’s covered in guts.” The Witcher shot you a soft glance. He’d never admit it to anyone but he loved the way you cared about him. He never knew how you could be so kind, caring, and...innocent.

“Y/n, please. Geralt’s already ready for the nex-”

“Fuck off, bard.” You giggled as Geralt gave you a side smile and Jaskier rolled his eyes at your antics. He knew you both had some kind of feelings for each other but would never admit it, because frankly, you both were stubborn idiots.

“Listen Geralt, for one measly night of service you will gain a cornucopia of earthly delights. The greatest masters of the culinary arts crafting morsels worthy of the gods. Maidens that would make the sun itself blush with a single comely smile. And rivers of the sweetest of drinks from the rarest of-” You watched in amusement as Geralt turned around to leave, showing he didn’t care for what the bard was offering. “Fuck! Food, women and wine, Geralt.” 

This made Geralt stop in his tracks before slowly turning to look at the bard. Jaskier’s eyes drifted to you for a second, a bit of guilt creeping in as he saw the way you had momentarily slumped into yourself at the mention of women. Geralt sighed before nodding once, making his way out of the tavern, you and Jaskier following him in haste as you made way to an inn. Before long, you had rented a large suite for the three of you. You walked into the bathroom and prepared a bath for Geralt as he silently followed you into the room, carefully stripping himself of his clothes, not wanting to drop guts on anything else in the room. You knew what he was doing and instantly turned your back to him, feeling your cheeks heat up. You already saw him shirtless and felt the need blossoming in your chest like it always did when you saw him or any part of him. 

“You didn't have to.” 

“I w-wanted to. It gives me a chance to see how you are. Besides, Jask has been on you since we left the tavern and we have a few minutes now, Úlfur minn.”

“You worry too much.” With that, Geralt slowly sat inside the tub. You finally turned around to look at him and it took every ounce of strength of your being to not look down. He knew he was affecting you as your cheeks turned a darker red and smirked as he watched you.

“A s-simple thank you would've been nice.”

“Thank you Y/n.” Geralt mumbled softly. You felt yourself melt at the way he said your name and cleared your throat, moving around the room, getting the necessary items to help him wash off the monster guts now dried on his skin and hair.  You grabbed a chair and sat behind him, laying the objects on the floor. You rolled the sleeves of your shirt (or in this case, Geralt’s shirt that you suspected he never noticed you took) and scooted closer to him. If he didn't stink so much, you could have sworn on your life you would've laid a kiss on his head. Before you could even do anything, Jaskier barged into the room and grabbed the bucket of water you had on the side, dumping it on Geralt's head. He grunted angrily at Jaskier as he looked up at him with disdain. 

“Now, now, stop your boorish grunts of protest. It is one night body guarding your very best friend in the whole wide world. How hard could it be?”

“I’m not your friend.”

“Oh. Oh, really? So, Y/n is your friend but I’m not? Do you usually just let strangers rub chamomile onto your lovely bottom or even Y/n?” You looked at Jaskier with confusion as you looked down at Geralt and you could’ve sworn he sunk a bit in the tub as he remained quiet and watched Jaskier, his eyes watching his every move threateningly. You took this opportunity to grab some soap and rub it into his hair, washing away all the grime he had. Geralt immediately relaxed under your touch and even leaned into your hands, relishing in the way you dragged your fingers in his hair, grunting quietly when a finger got caught in a knot. He would never say it but this was one of his favorite things: when you played with his hair.

“Yeah, well, yeah, exactly. That’s what I thought. Every lord, knight and twopenny king worth his salt will be at this betrothal. The Lioness of Cintra herself will sing the praises of Jaskier’s triumphant performance!” Geralt watched unfazed as Jaskier threw salt into his bath and you smiled proudly at Jaskier’s confidence and even did a tiny fist bump in the air for him to which he responded back with a tiny, dramatic bow.

“How many of these lords want to kill you?”

“Hard to say. One stops keeping count after a while. Wives, concubines, mothers sometimes.” Geralt scowled at him, already regretting the decision he knew he was going to have to unwittingly take. You scrunch your face at Jaskier, wondering how he could sleep with so many women, how the both of them could. You would never admit it to the Witcher but it always pained you to watch him walk off, knowing he was in search of a warm body for the night. Jaskier always consoled you in those dark nights but after a while, you became used to the pain. 

“Ooh, yeah, that face! Ohh! Scary face! No lord in his right mind will come close if you’re standing next to me with a puss like that.” Geralt grabbed the mug of ale you had brought him earlier, bringing it to his lips, but before he could take a sip, Jaskier had plucked the cup and moved it away from him. “Ohh, on second thoughts… might wanna lay off the Cintran ale.” Geralt groaned and you moved your hand quickly to his back, gently massaging him. It worked and he relaxed once more under your touch. Jaskier could only watch in amusement. You both acted like a couple but were just friends. ”A clear head would be best.”

“I will not suffer tonight sober just because you hid your sausage in the wrong royal pantry. I’m not killing anyone. Not over the petty squabbles of men.” 

“Yes, yes, yes. You never get involved. Except you actually do, all of the time." Geralt glared at Jaskier before leaning into your touch once more. “Ugh, is this what happens when you get old? You get unbearably crotchety and cantankerous? Actually, I’ve always wanted to know, do Witchers ever retire?”

“Yeah. When they slow and get killed.”

“Come on, you must want something for yourself once all this… monster hunting nonsense is over with.”

You knew Jaskier was poking the bear. This wasn't the first time the bard asked Geralt this and probably wouldn't be the last but you hated how Geralt responded every time. You always scolded Jaskier when he asked the Witcher this. Jaskier was the only one who knew of your feelings for the big, white haired man and had bestowed the honor upon himself of getting you two together. But it never worked. It just confirmed your fears over and over. Geralt didn't feel anything for you other than strictly platonic emotions. Jaskier looked at you with sympathetic eyes before they dropped down to Geralt. He saw the conflict behind his eyes. His answer was always you. He wanted to tell you but since the first time you met, you made yourself perfectly clear that you only wanted to be friends. Ever since, he's got amazingly well at hiding his feelings for you. “I want nothing.”

Jaskier could only internally groan as he wanted to scream at the both of you. “Well, who knows? Maybe someone out there will want you.” Jaskier stared at you as he spoke and your eyes widened as you shook your head violently. Jaskier sighed as he looked at Geralt. You looked down at your hands, thinking of an excuse to get away from the two men. You didn’t notice the way he turned to look at you, his eyes softening. He turned back around to Jaskier, his face hardening quickly.

“I need no one. And the last thing I want is someone needing me.”

“And yet…” You stood up so quickly, the chair you were sitting on fell back onto the floor. You almost ran out of the room, feeling your eyes hot with unshed tears. Jaskier sighed and shook his head, pointing towards the door where you had run out of. “Here we are.”

“Hm... Jaskier, don't start with this again.”

“If only you could see the way she looks at you.”

“I said don’t.” Geralt needed a distraction as his head was now invaded with thoughts of you. The way you ran out because of his words gave him just a little sliver of hope that maybe, just maybe, everything Jaskier bugged him about, day and night, was true. “Where the fuck are my clothes, Jaskier?”

“Ah. Well, uh, they were sort of covered in Selkiemore guts, so I sent them away to be washed. Anyway you’re not going tonight as a witcher and neither is Y/n going as the healer she is. I’ve got clothes for both of you, don’t worry about it.”

With that, Jaskier took his leave into the next room where he found you sitting on the bed with your head in your knees. He slowly approached you and rested a hand on your shoulder. You looked up at the bard, red rimmed eyes, staring down his sad ones.” I didn’t think he'd answer so….I’m sorry Y/n.”

“I-it’s okay Jask. You’ve just been wrong. He really doesn't even look at me as more than a friend. That's all I am, a friend. Besides, he doesn't want a prude like me.”

“You're not a prude Y/n.” You stood and took a deep breath as you walked around the room with pensive thoughts clouding your head. “Look, I was able to get you a rather beautiful dress and I might've bedded a hairdresser...She agreed to help.” You frowned at Jaskier as you quickly shook your dress.

“Dress? Oh no, no, no. I don't like dresses. You know this Jask.”

“You're gonna have to deal with it Y/n. If Calanthe can wear a dress, then so can you.” You groaned loudly at him as he laughed softly. You nodded at him to show you the dress and thus, you all prepared to attend the dreaded event.

*~*

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[queens-mages-witchers]

Calanthe: Listen to me

Calanthe: Love is a fucking scam

Mousesack: You’re making a scrapbook as an anniversary gift to Eist right now

Calanthe, menacingly pointing the glitter glue at him: You’re on thin fucking ice, mister

[bard-llama]

If Only We Could Turn Back Time

Summary: When Geralt gets hit by a curse that turns him into a child, Yennefer, Jaskier, and Ciri are rather at a loss for what to do. Things get worse as Geralt slowly ages each day under the curse, and each night, he is plagued by nightmares of the memories from that time in his life. They knew that becoming a Witcher hadn't been something Geralt had chosen, but seeing the immediate evidence of the trauma Geralt has been through is more than any of them were prepared for.

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Written for @geraltwhumpweek Day 3: Cursed

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Yennefer was too slow to block the curse, and she watched with horror as it hit Geralt dead-on. The Witcher made a surprised sound and his body seemed to pulse with light for long moments before the light grew so blinding she had to turn away.

When the light faded, the mage they had been tracking was gone, and where Geralt had been, there was a young boy with curly brown hair and a dazed expression wearing oversized black armor that slipped down his shoulders.

“Geralt?” Ciri called tentatively, her silver blade held loosely in her grip. She had been fighting the hounds the mage had summoned to hold them off, but now she gaped openly at the boy.

Yennefer couldn’t blame her. She was having trouble getting her jaw to work herself.

The boy blinked up at them, and then yawned widely, jaw cracking. Rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hand, he sniffed and then asked in a cheery voice. “Are you here to see Ma?”

Before Yennefer could contemplate that minefield, the boy continued. “You’re in luck! She’s the best healer there is!”

“Your mom is a healer?” Ciri asked, voice slightly strangled. It must have been especially odd for her to see the man who had helped to raise her the past few years as – well, as an ordinary young boy.

Geralt had never been someone Yennefer had thought of as ordinary, but she supposed he must have been once. Long ago, before he’d become a Witcher without a choice.

“Yep!” The boy bounced to his feet, not seeming to notice the heavy armor that slipped down his too-small shoulders. “Her magic is the best! It’ll have you good as new in no time!”

“That’s good to hear,” Yennefer pulled herself together enough to say. “Your mother actually left you with us while she runs a few errands. I’m Yennefer, and that’s Ciri. Why don’t you come with us back to camp and we can get you some food?”

“Okay,” the boy shrugged, entirely unconcerned. At least that likely meant his life had been unthreatened up to this point.

Unfortunately, she knew that couldn’t have lasted long. Geralt had told them – Ciri was the first Witcher to ever choose to become one, and even then, she never underwent the mutations that Geralt had only ever spoken of in hushed tones.

It broke Yennefer’s heart, to know that if life had been kinder, Geralt could have had a normal, happy life.

They made their way back across the grassy knoll to where Jaskier was composing in their camp. She knew Jaskier was composing, because she could hear his awful rhymes from here.

Geralt didn’t seem to take notice of the noise, though, instead chattering at Ciri. “Do you fight with a sword? That’s so cool! I want to be a knight when I grow up, and wield a sword just like you!” He made dramatic slashing motions with his arm, nowhere near what proper form actually looked like, but it made Ciri giggle.

“I’m sure you’ll be an excellent swordsman,” she said, and the child who was once Geralt beamed a grin at them so bright that Yennefer had to turn away.

She’d never seen happiness on Geralt that wasn’t tainted by pain and darkness. It hurt to see it now and know that life had stolen that from him.

“Oh, you’re back!” Jaskier leapt to his feet, setting his lute aside. He hadn’t noticed there was anything amiss yet, but that would change soon because Geralt’s excited young eyes landed on the instrument and he was dashing forward, mouth already moving.

“Was that you playing? You’re really good! Could you show me how to do that? It looks fun, but hard. Is it hard?”

Jaskier blinked, gobsmacked. Then he turned wide eyes to meet Yennefer’s and she grimaced in confirmation. “Jaskier, meet Geralt.”

“Geralt,” the bard croaked, his famed voice cracking on the word. He stared down at the sandy-haired boy whose attention had already moved onto the next thing, wandering around their camp and touching absolutely everything. “I think I need a bit more explanation,” Jaskier asked plaintively, and Yennefer took pity.

“The mage got away,” she said quietly, watching Geralt. She wasn’t the only one.

“And he – I mean, will he...get better? Can we break the curse?”

Yennefer shook her head. She’d been contemplating that since she felt the magic coalesce around Geralt, had been feeling out the edges of it as they walked. “I can’t,” she admitted reluctantly. “I need to do more research, but I don’t think this curse can be broken. It has to be waited out.”

“But it’s not permanent.” Ciri’s voice was shaky and her words came out more as a demand than a question.

“No, it should fade within a week.” Yennefer said. Should being the operative word, but she wasn’t willing to trust Geralt’s fate to should.

This would require research and study. But first, they had to take care of the previously self-sufficient witcher. What did children even need? Ciri had been older than this when she’d come to Yenn and Geralt, and Yennefer hated to admit it, but it had been a long time since she’d been around young children.

Geralt’s exploration of their camp had now brought him to Roach, and apparently he was a natural horse whisperer. Roach snorted and lipped at his hair as the boy nuzzled into her neck and murmured praise without seeming to stop for breath.

“Do you travel all the time too?” The high-pitched timbre of Geralt’s voice still startled Yennefer, even though he was already talking as much as Jaskier on a good day. “Ma and I have been on the road for ages now. It’s kinda weird – the elders used to say that druids have to stay close to home, because of magic or something. But Ma’s magic is as strong as ever, so I think they were just talking. Can you do magic? I hope I can! I’m not old enough for the test yet – and I dunno what Ma’s gonna do about that. Maybe we’ll go back home before the test when it’s time!”

“Test?” Jaskier asked.

Geralt was distracted from responding by a passing butterfly and he took off after it, trying to clasp it between clumsy hands. They all watched him with varying consternated expressions on their faces. This was weird.

“Druids are tested for magic when they’re ten,” Ciri answered eventually. “Mousesack taught me. Said it was important that a Princess understood different cultures. But I didn’t know Geralt was a druid.” Her brows knit as she followed the wild boy with her gaze. “Though, I suppose our Geralt doesn’t consider himself one anymore.”

“He’s never talked about his life before becoming a Witcher,” Jaskier said. The concern on his face made him look constipated. “I didn’t – I wouldn’t have thought he’d be like this.”

No, Yennefer thought. She doubted any who knew Geralt would have guessed that he’d once been so – maybe innocent was the right word for it. Excitable. Childish.

For some reason, it had never occurred to her that Geralt had once truly been a child. If she had, she probably would have expected that he’d always been like her, braced against the pain of the world.

“Does he have magic?” Jaskier suddenly asked. “I mean, our Geralt has his signs, but that’s a Witcher thing, right? What if he has actual magic – like yours?”

Yennefer shook her head. “Druid magic is nothing like mine.” And if there was a snideness in her voice, it was only appropriate. Everyone knew druidic magic was pathetic compared to the power of a mage. “But if he hasn’t been tested yet, then we probably have nothing to worry about.”

“Probably,” Jaskier mocking mumble was low enough that she could pretend to ignore it. But because Yennefer could never let anything go, she flicked her fingers and magicked an ice cube into existence right above the collar of his doublet. The bard’s squawk and dance as he tried to get away from the cold dripping down his back was immensely satisfying, and made Ciri and Geralt laugh to boot.

She could see the high, joyous sound of Geralt’s giggles make Jaskier’s irritation melt away. “How would you like to hear a story?” the bard offered his unusually-attentive companion.

“Do you know anything about what’s beyond the Edge of the World?” Geralt asked eagerly, “or what the other spheres are like? Ma never answers when I ask about them, but I wanna knoooooow,” he dragged out the last word in a whine and Yennefer had to bite her lip hard to hold back her smile.

Jaskier tilted his head. “I’ve been to the Edge of the World, actually! With – uh, well, a good friend. Do you want to hear about it?”

Geralt’s headed nodded so furiously Yennefer was briefly worried he would sprain his neck. He plopped to the ground in front of Jaskier and leaned forward with bright eyes. Ciri – truly still a child at heart, even if the world had forced her to grow up so fast – gracefully dropped down into a cross legged seat beside him. As Jaskier told his tale – wildly inaccurate and horribly failing to remember not to call his companion Geralt – the boy slowly edged closer to Ciri until he wiggled his way into her lap. Ciri looked positively gobsmacked and Yennefer turned her laugh into a subtle cough. Geralt squirmed, getting comfortable even though he was probably a bit too big to really fit in Ciri’s lap, and the princess hesitantly wrapped her arms around him, tucking his head under her chin.

They listened to as one story turned to three, and then Geralt was telling his own wildly inventive story about noble knights on white steeds fighting for good and right. Yenn’s smile finally broke through, but it felt tight and prickly. If only the world was as simple and good as this child believed.

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Jaskier couldn’t help the way he stared at the boy that had previously been his best-friend-and-more. Logically, he’d always known that there must have been a time when Geralt was different, before the trauma of becoming a Witcher. But he’d never thought he would see it, never thought he would be brought face to face with the sweet boy that life had beaten into a quiet, reticent man.

The boy talked so much, and Jaskier kept him engaged for hours, chatting about anything and everything. And even though running his mouth had never been a problem for Jaskier before, he kept getting distracted by the occasional sign of their Geralt within the child. The boy got bored with his distraction and Jaskier could see Geralt in the way the kid swung a stick around with loud “ha!”s as he stabbed the air, the way the corners of his eyes wrinkled in a smile in the exact same way, even though everything else about his face was different. Even the way he looked at Ciri, awed and admiring and with such affection that Jaskier knew the girl was overwhelmed. Nonetheless, she picked up her own stick and encouraged the boy to charge at her, sloppily parrying the attack with the stick. They entertained themselves “sword fighting” and Yennefer came to sit next to him. She looked composed as ever, but from the way she pressed her shoulder against his, Jaskier knew this was freaking her out just as much.

“What do we do?” he whispered.

Yenn shook her head. “I don’t know. Of all the things we could have prepared for, never saw this coming.”

“He’s so…” Jaskier trailed off, not even sure how he’d planned on ending that sentence. Innocent? Sweet? A long-dead part of their lover’s life that they were being granted access to? Jaskier wasn’t sure yet whether that was a blessing or a curse.

Geralt would never have told them about this boy he used to be, given the choice. And it broke Jaskier’s heart to know that this bright young child – so curious about the world and so eager to make friends with everything that moved – would suffer all the things he knew Geralt had gone through.

And all the things he didn’t know. Geralt had never told them anything about becoming a Witcher, except to whisper in a hoarse voice that they could not do that to Ciri. All Jaskier knew was that it had been bad.

“Is he – you said we have to wait for this to fade. Do you think he’ll remember this when he comes back?”

Yennefer rubbed her fingers in circles on each side of her brow, and Jaskier’s hand automatically rose to squeeze at the base of her neck, where her muscles grew tight from stress and made her head ache. She leaned back into him and sighed. “I don’t know. I don’t like how much I don’t know about this. I think we need to hunt down that damn mage and find out everything they know about this curse.”

“Okay. But also, how do we keep a little kid alive?” Not that Jaskier was panicking or anything. But his experience with children was usually limited to making faces and playing jaunty tunes when he ran into them in public.

Sure, Ciri was still pretty young, but she’d lived through too much to be thought of as a child. At least, not the same kind of child that Geralt currently was – helpless in the face of danger and far too curious to keep himself safe. Jaskier recognized the signs easily – they were the same traits that Geralt often cursed in himself. Not that he was a child, or really entirely helpless – Jaskier was going on five decades; he knew how to throw a punch, thank you very much! – but it was true that he often relied more on luck and Geralt to keep him safe than anything else.

It was a strategy that hadn’t failed him yet, but he was an educated, experienced adult. If nothing else, he stood a decent chance of talking himself out of any trouble he might run into. But this small inquisitive boy, who talked about magic and dragons and knights as if life were one big fairy tale? Were they really going to be able to keep him safe while hunting down a mage on the road?

Yennefer was terrifyingly powerful, of course, and Ciri was no slouch with a blade, though their usual Geralt still gruffly rumbled that she had more to learn. But the mage had gotten past them and Geralt once already, and travel had become so much more dangerous since the start of the war. Even when they took the main roads, a day rarely passed without some necrophage or bandit attacking them. He himself had honestly gotten a lot more wary about traveling alone, though their Geralt would no doubt argue that that wariness didn’t stop him from getting into trouble.

All he could really do was hope that they would be able to protect this innocent child from the horrors of the world. Jaskier had wanted to protect Geralt from the world’s cruelties many times, but it had never felt quite this urgent before. Their Geralt was so hurt and so world-weary already – the need to protect him ached deep in Jaskier’s heart, twisted with sorrow that Geralt had been through so much. But this feeling, the anxiety creeping up his spine and the knot of cotton in his throat was different from that. Jaskier wanted to be able to protect this child the way Geralt should have been protected, if the world had ever been fair.

At the same time, the void in his gut desperately wished that their Geralt was here. He would know what to do, would know how to protect a child. Of all of them, Geralt was actually the best with children, as long as they didn’t fear him. And Geralt liked children in a way Jaskier just honestly didn’t. He wasn’t the sort of asshole who hated kids, but anyone with sense would never leave him responsible for a child. Even he knew that was a bad idea.

“Breathe, bard,” Yennefer’s smoky voice ordered and only when he inhaled sharply did Jaskier realize that he’d been hyperventilating. “We’ll figure this out. We’ll protect him.”

And although he knew Yennefer was just as terrified as he was under her calm exterior, the steel in her voice helped him feel grounded. This situation may have been far from ideal, but if anyone could keep Geralt safe, it would be the most powerful sorceress on the continent and the witcher cub trained by Geralt himself. And maybe Jaskier didn’t know this Geralt, who was so young and so open, but he still knew Geralt at his core. Their Geralt would never run around with a bucket on his head pretending to be a knight, but Jaskier knew that the same nobility that this child saw in knighthood ran deep in Geralt’s veins. More than anything, Geralt was good and noble and honorable, despite the world chipping at him constantly. This child may look and act different, but he was still Geralt.

Jaskier took a deep breath and released it slowly. They were going to be okay. Somehow. They were going to keep this kid safe until they got their Geralt back, and they were going to find that mage and make sure they got their Geralt back soon.

Jaskier swallowed and knocked his shoulder against Yenn’s. “Kids have bedtimes, don’t they? Maybe we should set him up in your ridiculously fancy tent.”

“You love my tent.”

“Never said I didn’t. I’m a slut for luxury. But you literally fit a bathtub in your tent, Yenn. It’s ridiculous.” A smile tugged at his lips and he remembered just how much they had enjoyed that copper tub in the past.

Of course, now they had children. Even after two years, Jaskier still struggled to remember that he really shouldn’t just walk around shirtless with love bites proudly on display. Fortunately, Yenn had magically given Ciri her own room in the tent. Unfortunately, the room was not soundproofed.

It was a good thing Geralt was a lot more conscientious than Jaskier was, honestly. Ciri might not have much innocence left, but no one wanted to walk in on their parents fucking.

Jaskier shuddered and tried to refocus. “Is it weird if he sleeps in our bed? Weirder than if he stays in Ciri’s?”

Yennefer shrugged. “He might be young enough to want someone he trusts around, or he might be independent enough that he’ll refuse to share. Only one way to find out.”

When they got Geralt to sit down for five minutes to actually eat dinner and then guided him into the tent, the look of wide-eyed wonder made Jaskier melt. “So cool!!” Geralt exclaimed and wiggled out from under the grip on his shoulders to race around the tent. “Ma’s magic is amazing, but it’s nothing like this!! She mostly just conjures us food. But I bet you never sleep in the hay!” He jumped on the gigantic bed in their room and let out a deep contented sigh, as if the world was utterly perfect at this moment. “It feels like a cloud,” he whispered. “I’m never moving.”

Jaskier had to laugh at that. “How about you get under the covers before you never move again, hmm?”

Geralt hummed and wiggled around until Jaskier and Yennefer were able to pull the blankets out from under him and tuck him in. Ciri hovered in the doorway, shifting her weight awkwardly from foot to foot.

“Ciri?” Yennefer asked, and the girl jumped as if she’d forgotten they could see her.

“Can I – I mean,” she scratched her arm and looked at the ground, “it’s hard to believe he’s okay,” Ciri whispered so quietly that Jaskier had to step closer to her to hear. “I don’t wanna let him out of my sight.”

“Yeah,” Jaskier said pointlessly.

“Come on,” Yennefer beckoned them over to the bed. “There’s room for all of us.”

There hadn’t been, actually, but the bed magically expanded to be as big as they needed it to be.

Ciri huffed a laugh and pulled back the covers to wiggle in next to Geralt. “I used to have sleepovers with my friends in Cintra sometimes. This is kinda like that. But comfier.”

Yenn’s expression didn’t change, but Jaskier knew she was preening that her magic could make a more comfortable bed than all the royal power of Cintra. He shook his head and circled around the bed to his side.

He was still worried about Geralt, and as nice as it was to be cuddled up with his family, he missed the warmth of their Geralt pressed against his back. The way Yenn’s arm stretched over the kids to wrap around Jaskier’s wrist told him she missed having Geralt between them too. She liked to hold them, liked to make sure they wouldn’t disappear in the night, but somehow it was less comforting when one of them was already missing, even though he technically still rested between them. Eventually, they each drifted off to sleep.

Then the nightmares started.

[likecastle]

Witcher Noir AU, pt 14

More Witcher noir AU! Previous parts here.

CW for genre-typical police brutality.

The interrogation quickly becomes tedious—like most brutality of its kind usually does, in Geralt’s experience. Stregobor’s men use their fists more than their brains, and their methods are uninspired. He sits cuffed to the table and endures what they deal out, saying nothing, only waiting for it to be over. He’s walked away from worse, and will again.

What troubles him is Jaskier. The singer isn’t exactly delicate—he reminds himself how ably Jaskier shimmied up that drain pipe, how willingly he bore Geralt’s weight as they staggered off the train. But Geralt doubts that Jaskier is habituated to pain the way he is. My fair share of scrapes, he’d said last night, but the occasional tussle with a jealous husband or schoolyard bully isn’t the same as the calculated violence of a man trained to abuse his power. There’s no telling what shape Jaskier will be in when the cops are done with him—or what he’ll say before they’re through.

Geralt can’t risk Jaskier giving up anything about Cirilla. He doesn’t think Jaskier would do it on purpose, not even to save his own skin, but there’s no guarantee he wouldn’t let something slip accidentally. Fear and pain do surprising things to people, perhaps especially those with the best intentions.

When Stregobor himself shows up in the interrogation room, Geralt starts to worry. There’s no reason for the chief of police to question him personally, unless he thinks they’re close. Stregobor sits down in the chair opposite Geralt, the picture of gentility, his beard neatly trimmed, his suit immaculate. He leans his forearms on the table, carefully avoiding the flecks of Geralt’s blood marring on the surface.

It takes Geralt a little while to zero in on what Stregobor is saying. The last blow from the officer who’s been knocking him around left his ears ringing fiercely, but finally Geralt is able to focus enough to make out Stregobor’s words.

“. . . and that would be a shame, don’t you agree?” he asks, his tone eminently reasonable.

Geralt spits out the blood that’s been pooling in his mouth, gratified when a bit of it spatters on Stregobor’s clean white cuff.

Stregobor doesn’t betray any anger, just huffs out a short sigh, as if Geralt has disappointed him. “Or perhaps I should do you a favor and cut that little singer of yours loose, hmm?”

This proposal takes Geralt by surprise. He expected Stregobor to threaten to hurt Jaskier. Offering to spare him from harm isn’t too far afield, but the way Stregobor says it, it doesn’t sound like a promise to let him go so much as an offer to take him off Geralt’s hands—which doesn’t make a bit of sense. Geralt does his best to keep his expression neutral—he’d rather not give Stregobor anything to work with—but he must not succeed entirely, because the Chief of Police gives him a slow, unpleasant smile.

“Ah, so he hasn’t told you who he really is?” Stregobor gives a small nod, as if he’s grudgingly impressed with Jaskier. “I’m surprised you didn’t put it together. But perhaps that’s more than I should expect from a thug turned second-rate detective like you.”

Geralt doesn’t offer the slightest reaction this time. Whatever Jaskier has or hasn’t told him, it doesn’t matter—can’t matter, right now. This is just one of Stregobor’s little games—more effective than his officers’ blunt force approach, but a ploy nonetheless. Stregobor is a master manipulator, and he clearly wants to drive a wedge between Geralt and Jaskier, for whatever reason. Geralt’s not going to let him win.

“But that’s not really what I came here to talk to you about,” Stregobor continues in the same cool, self-satisfied tone. “What I want to know is, who hired you?”

This time, Geralt can’t help himself from sitting back in surprise. This is the last thing he expected to be asked. The whole time he’s been here, Stregobor’s men have been asking him almost exclusively about Eist, insinuating that Geralt was the one who killed him, even suggesting that evidence could be produced to prove his guilt. He anticipated questions about Cirilla from Stregobor, assuming, as Mousesack did, that the Chief of Police knows exactly who was behind Eist’s murder. But if Stregobor isn’t asking about Cirilla, maybe it’s because he already knows exactly where she is. The thought turns his guts to ice.

Stregobor seems to take his confounded silence as defiance, and nods to one of his men. The officer obligingly hits Geralt hard in the throat. “The man asked you a question,” the officer says, but Geralt can’t answer through the pain in his neck. “Don’t be rude,” the man says, clearly enjoying himself, and grabs Geralt’s hair to knock his head against the table.

The blow leaves Geralt stunned, and as the officer lifts his head to do it a second time, Geralt croaks, “No one.”

“What was that?” Stregobor asks politely.

“No one hired me,” Geralt says. It’s the truth. Yennefer never paid him a penny to look into Calanthe’s death, nor did Mousesack engage him to find Cirilla. Everything he’s done, he’s done for free, and all the trouble he’s gotten himself into is nobody’s fault but his own.

Stregobor gives him a calculating look, but before he can say anything more, there’s a sharp rap at the door. Another cop sticks his head in and summons Stregobor outside. Geralt can hear them talking out in the hallway, but no matter how hard he strains to hear, he can’t make out what they’re saying.

After a while, Stregobor comes back into the interrogation room, wearing a pinched smile. “Well, it seems our little conversation is at an end. You’re free to go.”

One of Stregobor’s men uncuffs Geralt from the table and hauls him to his feet, escorting him down the hall with about as much tenderness as he’d used while punching Geralt in the face.

As they pass the next interrogation room, they are joined by Jaskier, who is spitting pointless vitriol at the officer frog marching him out of the room—“How dare you? Get your hands off me! If you value your job, you’ll—oh, hello, Geralt!”

His hair and clothes are disheveled, and he has a mark on his cheekbone that promises to turn into an impressive bruise, but he doesn’t look nearly as bad off as Geralt does. Geralt can’t decide if that’s a good thing or not. Jaskier gasps when he notices what state Geralt’s in. “Geralt, your eye! And your head! Are you—” Geralt gives him a sharp shake of his head, and thankfully Jaskier takes the hint and shuts up.

They walk the rest of the way in silence, though he can feel the worry pouring off Jaskier. When they emerge into the lobby, Geralt’s stomach drops.

Yennefer is waiting for them, her expression thunderous. In her extravagant fur-trimmed coat, she looks like a queen awaiting the execution of a traitor. Beside her stands a lean man with light brown skin and striking blue eyes. Geralt’s never met him, but he knows at once this is Istredd, the Assistant District Attorney and Yenenfer’s former flame. If she had to call on her ex-lover to get them out of trouble, they’re in even deeper trouble than Geralt thought. He can’t imagine this is a favor Yennefer is soon going to let him forget.

“I assume you don’t want to make a complaint?” Yennefer asks, when Stregobor’s men release Geralt and Jaskier.

Geralt shakes his head. Even if he had the slightest faith a complaint would go anywhere, all he wants to do is get the hell out of here and get the inevitable shitshow that’s going to ensue over with.

“In that case,” she says with a flick of her wrist toward Istredd, “I have no further need of you. I’m sure Geralt and his friend appreciate your assistance.” From Yennefer, this is as close to an expression of gratitude as anyone could expect. No matter what she’s really feeling at the moment, Geralt knows she considers it a sign of weakness to admit she needs anyone.

Istredd must know Yennefer pretty well, himself, because he doesn’t look the slightest bit offended to be dismissed so summarily. “Be careful, Yenna,” he says, and leaves without looking back.

“Let’s go.” Yennefer turns on her heel, striding off in the direction of the door. Geralt moves to follow her, glancing back at Jaskier, who’s still standing where the officer let go of him, looking at Geralt with a stricken expression, as if he’s never going to see him again. Yennefer must notice Geralt slow down behind her, because she turns around again. “Well?” she says impatiently, looking right at Jaskier. “Are you coming or not?”

Jaskier glances between Geralt and Yennefer, but only hesitates for a moment before he shakes himself into motion. “Coming,” he says, trotting to catch up to them. “Of course I’m coming.”

*

Part fifteen

[silly-jellyghoty]

So i did some math using witcher timeline and i found out a few things:

Vesemir has been known to be in active duty during 1112. As Geralt has been entrusted to him as a child, that means he must have been born sometime around 1110. That makes him at least 40 years old when Renfri dies (se below). Btw, Geralt mentions his first kill being when he was 17 years old baby witcher freshly released from Kaer Morhen which would put the act around year 1128

Falka (Ciri's gran gran gran mother or so) and Renfri are both children of Black Sun curse and since Falka's rebelion is dated around 1150's, it's reasonable to think that Blaviken happened around the same time, at which point Geralt has been on the Path for some while already

Yennefer is born in 1173

1218 Calanthe is born

1229 Jaskier is born. Considering he met Geralt in Posada as 20 years old, maybe 20 something in sometime between 1248 and early 1250's, that makes Geralt around 140 years old at that point. No wonder he acts like a grumpy old dog being targeted by a hyperactive kitten. Compared to him, Jaskier is indeed a baby.

1232 coronation of Calanthe after her father's death. Becoming a queen at 14? Poor girl honestly. She doesn't marry until 1235 so that's 3 years of ruling a country as a kid that doesn't even have all her adult teeth grown yet. And then they wonder where all her anger and fighting spirit came from. Maybe if kid in the prime of her hormonal shitstorm had some time to deal with herself in peace in her room instead of sitting through yet another tax discussion she may have turned less bloodthirsty. Then again, taxes make us all wish we could bite someone's head off so - same Calanthe, same

According to timeline for short story A Shard of Ice, Yennefer and Geralt are living together in 1251. Which thinking back about djin incident doesn't make much sense since a) Geralt didn't meet Yennefer until then and b) in djin story it's mentioned Jaskies has been traveling with witcher for a decade already so either someone is lying exagerating *ehm* Jaskier, you drama queen *ehm* OR the whole living-together-and-not-being-happy-about-it thing is actualy set in 1260's. But considering next point, Jaskier is a liar. OR his date of birth is wrong and he's actualy Calanthe's peer agewise

1253 - Ciri is born. That puts her escape to Brokylon and first meeting face to face with Geralt to 1262 - the book version, namely the short story The Sword of Destiny, not the serie's fall-of-Cintra-escape-to-Brokylon-then-doppler-Mousesack-nonsense mix-up. Where's my 8 meters long blood thirsty millipede and Ciri being a stubborn snoty princess calling Geralt names? That was the best part of the story honestly..

After the fall of Cintra, Geralt finds Ciri in 1265 and takes her to Kaer Morhen to guard her and to be trained by Vesemir. Ciri's saga begins in 1267. At that time, Geralt is well into his 160's, Ciri is 14, Yennefer is 94 (but don't tell her i know) and Jaskier 38

[mantra4ia]

The Doctor meets The Witcher

The Doctor: I never interfere in the affairs of other people or planets.

Geralt, The Witcher: I don't get involved in the petty squabbles of men.

Amelia Pond: Unless there are children crying?

Jaskier: Yes, you never get. involved...except you do, all the time.

Geralt: I don't uphold the law.

The 10th Doctor: It is defended!

The 12th Doctor: I had a duty of care.

Geralt: Do not touch her. If you touch one hair on her head, yours will be next on the ground.

Rose: Would it kill you to give me some Spock?

Geralt: I don't show off.

Yennefer: The famous White Wolf...

Ashildr: The Hybrid who will stand in the ruins of Gallifrey...

Jaskier: The Butcher of Blaviken....

Ashildr: Destroying a billion hearts to heal its own...

Mousesack: The Mighty Witcher!

The Family Blood: Like fire and ice and rage...the Oncoming Storm!

Renfri: Mutant?

Amelia Pond: Space Gandalf?

Geralt: sighs* Witcher.

The Doctor: sighs* Time Lord.

Yennefer: I thought you'd have fangs or horns.

Geralt: I filed them down.

Rose: If you're alien, how come it sounds like you're from the north?

The Doctor: Lots of planets have a north!

Yennefer: I'd like to see what little spells you can cast with those hands. Call it professional curiosity.

Geralt: Indulge me, and I'll show you for the rest of the night.

The Doctor: Did I mention it also travels in time?

Yennefer: I dreamed of becoming important to someone.

The Doctor: 900 years of time and space, I've never met anyone who wasn't important.

Geralt: You're important to me.

Clara: Clever boy. Now that’s just showing off.

Geralt: My plan worked all along.

The Doctor: Hold tight and pretend it’s a plan.

Yennefer: You had no plan, any fool could see.

The Doctor: Never ignore coincidence. Unless you’re busy. In which case, always ignore coincidence.

Geralt: Destiny helps people believe there's an order...

Tissaia: Chaos. Balance. Control.

Geralt: ...There isn't. Destiny can go f--- all. I need no one, and the last thing I want is someone needing me.

The Doctor: You need a lot of things to get across this universe. The thing you need most of all...a hand to hold.

Jaskier: Yet here we are.

Amelia Pond: Don't be alone.

Queen Calanthe: We have a renowned guest tonight. Perhaps he can entertain us with tales from the edge of the world.

The 12th Doctor: Once upon a time...

Ashildr: At the end of the universe...

The Doctor: I'm the last of the Time Lords. Gallifrey is gone.

Queen Calanthe: Tell me, why are there so few of you left?

Geralt: It's no longer possible to create more of us since the sacking of Kaer Morhen.

The 10th Doctor: I've been a father before.

The 12th Doctor: ...The end. Dad skills.

Geralt: I would rather use my Child Surprise as Bruxa bait than subject it to this life. Witchers shouldn't play at being white knights.

The Doctor: I have no sword. I don't need a sword. I am the Doctor.

Clara: Robin Hood, I've loved that story since I was a kid.

The Doctor: The heroic outlaw...he's made up, there's no such thing...Old-fashioned heroes only exist in old-fashioned storybooks, Clara.

Clara: What about you?

Cintran noble: What of the song, Witcher?

Clara: You stop bad things happening every minute of every day.

The Doctor: When did you start believing in impossible heroes?

Geralt: None of it's true. At least when Filavandrel's blade kissed my throat, I didn't s--- myself. Which is all I can hope for you lords at your final breath. Though I doubt it.

Robin Hood: You are her hero, I think.

Borsh: Perhaps you should become a knight...sir Witcher.

The Doctor: I am not a hero.

Geralt: I'm not better.

Robin Hood: Well neither am I. But if we both keep pretending to be— perhaps others will be heroes in our name.

The Doctor: We're all stories in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?

Geralt: A fitting end, eh Roach?

Robin Hood: And may those stories never end.

The Doctor: Just this once...everybody lives!

Geralt: ...F---!

[beeftony]

So if you’re going into The Witcher on Netflix without having read the books, be aware that the plots in each episode are linked thematically, not chronologically. As far as I can gather, the Fall of Cintra and everything involving Ciri takes place in the “present” timeline, while just about everything else, all the way up to the final episode, is a flashback. They don’t make this very obvious at first, and I’m not sure how a viewer who’s still learning everybody’s names and how this world works are going to catch all the hints in Yennefer’s origin scenes that they take place almost a century before anything else that happens.

Here’s a non-exhaustive list of changes that were made, most of which I think work better for the narrative:

The framing story of The Last Wish is gone, and we only get an offhand mention of the Sisters of Melitele. In the original collection of short stories, Geralt had to spend a few weeks recovering from the Striga attack seen in the third episode. The story where that happens was not only the first published Witcher story, but didn’t originally involve Triss. I do think it’s a much better way of introducing her character than how the books did it, which was an offhand mention by Yennefer folllowed by a gigantic infodump in Blood of Elves.

Foltest was extremely forthcoming in the original story, and the incest between him and his sister was more of an open secret. The idea to cure the Striga was something a fortuneteller had told him, and was the reason nobody had taken the contract in recent years. I do like the way they framed it here better, even if it robbed us of the “she’s the most striggish striga to ever striga!” line.

The Fall of Cintra was never explicity shown in the books, only recounted after the fact. Neither was the Battle at Sodden Hill. Geralt wasn’t present for either, and only heard of them through stories the locals told, and was, among other false information, under the impression that Triss Merigold died in the battle (she gets burned in the show, but in the books she was immolated from head to toe and didn’t even have skin until the mages fixed her up). Because we’re not stuck with only his perspective this time, we get to see both.

Geralt was, however, present for the scenes in the Forests of Brokilon, as the short story where that happens is the first time he meets Ciri. It actually takes place before the Fall of Cintra, and he just gives her to Mousesack at the end of it, leaving Ciri screaming “I’m your destiny!” after him.

Geralt originally met Stregobor before he met Renfri of Creydon (and already knew who he was, rather than having to be told), and he and the Ealdorman of Blaviken also had a pre-existing relationship. The story Geralt tells his horse about his “first monster” was originally part of one of the framing device chapters that consists entirely of Geralt monologuing his origin to a character who is mute and therefore can’t talk back to him. Having Roach fill that role instead makes sense.

Geralt and Jaskier (also called Dandelion in a few translations) didn’t have a scene where they first meet in the books, they’ve just known each other for years even by the time “The Edge of The World” takes place. That story originally involved a forest spirit who stopped the elves from killing them because nature had apparently chosen humans as the future.

Jaskier wasn’t present for Pavetta’s betrothal feast, and Geralt was invited there under the alias “Ravix of Fourhorn” by Queen Calanthe, who came up with the plan to use him to kill Duny before the event even happened. This is a much livelier version of that story, which mostly consists of an overly long conversation between Geralt and Calanthe that I’m glad they trimmed down.

They made a few changes to “The Last Wish,” in which Yennefer merely wanted to bind the Djinn to her will in the original, whereas here she wants to absorb it into herself. The scene where they fuck in the ruins of the mayor’s house, with Dandelion saying: “Oh, they’re alive. They’re very alive,” played out with that exact level of comedy in the original short story.

In “The Bounds of Reason,” the story where they hunt the dragon, there were quite a few things different:

Yennefer already knew about the wish, and wanted to use the dragon to undo it. I like the change made here, because unlike other stories involving infertile women, she isn’t portrayed as a monster or a helpless victim but as someone who wants to take back a choice that was stolen from her. It lines up perfectly with her characterization in the books too, where she also longed for motherhood.

The reason the green dragon was vulnerable in the original is because a peasant had filled a dead sheep with poison and tricked the dragon into eating it.

King Niedamir accompanied the expedition, and originally wanted to hunt the dragon because he was told he couldn’t marry the Princess of Malleore unless he’d slain one. At the end of everything he just decides to marry the princess anyway and torture anyone who disagrees.

In the cliff scene, Geralt and Yennefer were the ones dangling, and Yennefer said she was “admiring the view” while clinging to his waist.

Eyck of Denesle didn’t get his throat slit in the woods, but attacked Villentretenmerth (who actually appears in his true form much earlier, but the fact that he’s disguised in human form is still secret), and got his spine broken for his trouble.

Yennefer actually gets to fight and kill in this version, unlike in the original where the Reavers tie her up and tear her shirt open while attempting to rape her, and Dandelion won’t stop staring at her chest. This is unequivocally the better version

Geralt and Yennefer actually get back together in this story, rather than being driven apart, because again, she already knew about the wish.

This does mean that “A Shard of Ice” gets cut completely, but I think meeting Istredd as part of Yennefer’s backstory works better than a story in which he and Geralt attempt to duel each other over her, before she just breaks up with both of them.

[starfrckled-a]

@lwiamatka​​    /    half aen elle.exe has stopped working

𝚆𝙸𝙽𝙴  𝚂𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙻𝚂 ,  blood  red  and  seemingly  endless .  a  careless  movement ,  a  pained  grimace  as  abused  bones  shifted  a  little  too  suddenly  ——  and  the  damage  is  done ,  there  is  nothing  that  lloer  can  do  about  it .  he  can  only  watch  as  the  cup  falls  from  the  table  and  clatters  to  the  ground .  loud ,  much  too  loud  in  the  silence  of  the  room .  look  what  you  have  done ,  lloerwedd .  look  at  it  and  tell  me ,  what  shall  be  your  punishment  ?    his  mind  works  on  default  settings ,  on  actions  so  ingrained  in  his  memory  he  can  recall  them  in  his  sleep .  half  elf  kneels  before  monarch ,  bracing  for  pain  —  it  is  easier  to  submit  to  it ,  he  has  learned  —  for  a  hit  that  does  not  come .  aen  elle  speech  almost  rushes  out  of  his  mouth  on  his  next  exhale ,  but  he  stifles  his  tongue ,  bites  down  on  it  until  he  can  taste  blood .  the  cruel  fingers  haunting  his  dreams  are  not  hers ,  never  hers ,  for  she  has  never  raised  a  finger  on  him ,  yet  for  a  moment  past  and  present  twist  sickly  in  his  mind  and  he  pushes  his  head  down ,  eyes  closed .  waiting  for  whatever  punishment  that  shall  befall  him .  

[ao3feed-geralt-jaskier]

by Ophidia_Queen_of_Nothing

The world has changed. The continent has begun to fall to an inexplicable never-ending winter. Pockets of people survive the unforgiving weather, but as the world grows ever colder those pockets become ever fewer. In the desolation following the Frost, Witchers are needed in a way they haven't been in over 100 years. Monsters have evolved to be deadlier and survive the cold, The Brotherhood is in disarray, food is scarce, and Chaos has begun to change living beings in ways not witnessed before.

During this crisis, a few mages working with the greatest minds Oxenfurt had to offer created the generators. Massive machines capable of heating large areas to livable temperatures if they were magically maintained and given enough alchemical fire and coal to burn. Now came the herculean task to get whatever people could be saved through the treacherous icy wastelands to the generators.

And still Nilfgaard marshals it's forces to war.

Words: 3469, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of The Frost

Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game), Frostpunk (Video Game)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion, Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, Dara (The Witcher), Renfri | Shrike (The Witcher), Aiden (The Witcher), Lambert (The Witcher), Coën (The Witcher), Vesemir (The Witcher), Calanthe Fiona Riannon, Eist Tuirseach, Ermion | Mousesack, Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s), Original Witcher Character(s), Shani (The Witcher), Valdo Marx, Filavandrel aén Fidháil, Cat Witchers - Character, Wolf witchers, So Many Witchers, Stregobor (The Witcher), Fringilla Vigo

Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion, Eskel/Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Eskel/Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion, Istredd/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Triss Merigold/Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character/Original Male Character, Calanthe Fiona Riannon/Eist Tuirseach/Ermion | Mousesack, Aiden/Lambert (The Witcher), Vesemir/Original Female Character, Coën/Lambert (The Witcher), Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach/Vilgefortz of Roggeveen, Filavandrel aén Fidhál & Jaskier | Dandelion

Additional Tags: Post-Apocalypse, Pre-Apocalypse, Cold Apocalypse, Frostpunk AU, Cannon?, who's that?, Renfri Dies, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Timeline What Timeline, Trigger Warning Mpreg, Porn with Feelings, Porn With Plot, More tags when I think of them, Please let me know if I missed something that upsets someone, My Summary is garbage jeebus, Slow Burn, mentions of vivisection, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Child Murder, Implied Child Murder, STREGOBOR IS HIS OWN WARNING, or as we call him Stregobitch, ALL the tags, Mentioned Renfri | Shrike (The Witcher), Renfri Deserved Better, Starts Light Gets Dark, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Swearing, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia Says "Hmm"

[ftmthor]

Netflix The Witcher TV Series: Henry Cavill Cast, Trailer, Release Date and Fan Reactions

The Witcher is perhaps the most awaited Netflix series of this year and Henry Cavill himself came on stage for the trailer release. The first trailer for the Witcher was released to San Diego comic con and it received amazing public reactions. Based on the popular Polish novel series by Andrzej Sapkowski, The Witcher has also been made into a popular RPG game series.

Henry Cavill is a big fan of the game series and couldn’t control his excitement when he was cast in the show. Here are all the details you need to know about the Witcher series which will release soon on Netflix.

First Trailer for The Witcher

The first trailer for The Witcher is kind of perfect, it introduces us to the world of magic, elves, dwarves, and monsters. Henry Cavill looks perfect as Geralt of Rivia and shows his skills with a sword. There are also a lot of other characters involved Yennefer and Cirilla in the show. It also hints at a political war going on which Geralt gets mixed up.

Cast and Plot Details

The Witcher cast looks stacked even though one might not have heard about the names of a few actors. Henry Cavill is the leading man who is the biggest draw to the audience. Here is the list of the main cast members of the Netflix series, The Witcher

Henry Cavill as the Geralt of Rivia

Freya Allan as Princess Ciri

Anya Chalotra as Yennefer the Sorceress

Jodhi May as Queen Calanthe

Adam Levy as Mousesack

MyAnna Buring as Tissaia

Mimi Ndiweni as Fringilla

Amit Shah as Torque

As far as the story goes, the Netflix show will be strictly based on the books and not on the game. The tagline for the show is the worst monsters are the ones we create. Geralt of Rivia is a monster hunter, who finds people eviler than the wicked creatures. He meets a princess and a sorceress and they face a lot of challenges together.

Release Date and Fan Reactions

Netflix currently has not mentioned a release date for The Witcher, but it will release before the end of the year. Most of the speculations say that it will release around Christmas for a better opening. Fans are very excited to see Henry Cavill in the form of Geralt as Superman was done wrong by the makers. Here are some tweets showing how much fans are happy with The Witcher trailer.

Winter is gone , WITCHER is comming !!!#TheWitcher pic.twitter.com/P5voKpAMfK

— PankajSP (@PankajSP4) July 20, 2019

@HenryCavillOrg A few screen shots of Geralt Of Rivia The Witcher from the awesome trailer. ⚔️🐺#HenryCavill #TheWitcher pic.twitter.com/DNbnwadEMS

— Suzanne (@Flossywall) July 20, 2019

Henry Cavill › Comic con#TheWitcher 🐺⚔ pic.twitter.com/HBZ9FlWKTS

— ‹ Best Of The Witcher › (@BestTheWitcher) July 20, 2019

#TheWitcher trailer is a thing of beauty. pic.twitter.com/wo0bOrCvPS

— ChickenGX (@Chicken_GX) July 19, 2019

Told ya they going all out on monsters 😏

Truth is a shard of ice… 👀#TheWitcher pic.twitter.com/CFTRTqYXXs

— Ken Xyro | ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ (@KenXyro) July 19, 2019

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Netflix The Witcher TV Series: Henry Cavill Cast, Trailer, Release Date and Fan Reactions

The Witcher is perhaps the most awaited Netflix series of this year and Henry Cavill himself came on stage for the trailer release. The first trailer for the Witcher was released to San Diego comic con and it received amazing public reactions. Based on the popular Polish novel series by Andrzej Sapkowski, The Witcher has also been made into a popular RPG game series.

Henry Cavill is a big fan of the game series and couldn’t control his excitement when he was cast in the show. Here are all the details you need to know about the Witcher series which will release soon on Netflix.

First Trailer for The Witcher

The first trailer for The Witcher is kind of perfect, it introduces us to the world of magic, elves, dwarves, and monsters. Henry Cavill looks perfect as Geralt of Rivia and shows his skills with a sword. There are also a lot of other characters involved Yennefer and Cirilla in the show. It also hints at a political war going on which Geralt gets mixed up.

Cast and Plot Details

The Witcher cast looks stacked even though one might not have heard about the names of a few actors. Henry Cavill is the leading man who is the biggest draw to the audience. Here is the list of the main cast members of the Netflix series, The Witcher

Henry Cavill as the Geralt of Rivia

Freya Allan as Princess Ciri

Anya Chalotra as Yennefer the Sorceress

Jodhi May as Queen Calanthe

Adam Levy as Mousesack

MyAnna Buring as Tissaia

Mimi Ndiweni as Fringilla

Amit Shah as Torque

As far as the story goes, the Netflix show will be strictly based on the books and not on the game. The tagline for the show is the worst monsters are the ones we create. Geralt of Rivia is a monster hunter, who finds people eviler than the wicked creatures. He meets a princess and a sorceress and they face a lot of challenges together.

Release Date and Fan Reactions

Netflix currently has not mentioned a release date for The Witcher, but it will release before the end of the year. Most of the speculations say that it will release around Christmas for a better opening. Fans are very excited to see Henry Cavill in the form of Geralt as Superman was done wrong by the makers. Here are some tweets showing how much fans are happy with The Witcher trailer.

Winter is gone , WITCHER is comming !!!#TheWitcher pic.twitter.com/P5voKpAMfK

— PankajSP (@PankajSP4) July 20, 2019

@HenryCavillOrg A few screen shots of Geralt Of Rivia The Witcher from the awesome trailer. ⚔️🐺#HenryCavill #TheWitcher pic.twitter.com/DNbnwadEMS

— Suzanne (@Flossywall) July 20, 2019

Henry Cavill › Comic con#TheWitcher 🐺⚔ pic.twitter.com/HBZ9FlWKTS

— ‹ Best Of The Witcher › (@BestTheWitcher) July 20, 2019

#TheWitcher trailer is a thing of beauty. pic.twitter.com/wo0bOrCvPS

— ChickenGX (@Chicken_GX) July 19, 2019

Told ya they going all out on monsters 😏

Truth is a shard of ice… 👀#TheWitcher pic.twitter.com/CFTRTqYXXs

— Ken Xyro | ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ (@KenXyro) July 19, 2019

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Netflix The Witcher TV Series: Henry Cavill Cast, Trailer, Release Date and Fan Reactions

The Witcher is perhaps the most awaited Netflix series of this year and Henry Cavill himself came on stage for the trailer release. The first trailer for the Witcher was released to San Diego comic con and it received amazing public reactions. Based on the popular Polish novel series by Andrzej Sapkowski, The Witcher has also been made into a popular RPG game series.

Henry Cavill is a big fan of the game series and couldn’t control his excitement when he was cast in the show. Here are all the details you need to know about the Witcher series which will release soon on Netflix.

First Trailer for The Witcher

The first trailer for The Witcher is kind of perfect, it introduces us to the world of magic, elves, dwarves, and monsters. Henry Cavill looks perfect as Geralt of Rivia and shows his skills with a sword. There are also a lot of other characters involved Yennefer and Cirilla in the show. It also hints at a political war going on which Geralt gets mixed up.

Cast and Plot Details

The Witcher cast looks stacked even though one might not have heard about the names of a few actors. Henry Cavill is the leading man who is the biggest draw to the audience. Here is the list of the main cast members of the Netflix series, The Witcher

Henry Cavill as the Geralt of Rivia

Freya Allan as Princess Ciri

Anya Chalotra as Yennefer the Sorceress

Jodhi May as Queen Calanthe

Adam Levy as Mousesack

MyAnna Buring as Tissaia

Mimi Ndiweni as Fringilla

Amit Shah as Torque

As far as the story goes, the Netflix show will be strictly based on the books and not on the game. The tagline for the show is the worst monsters are the ones we create. Geralt of Rivia is a monster hunter, who finds people eviler than the wicked creatures. He meets a princess and a sorceress and they face a lot of challenges together.

Release Date and Fan Reactions

Netflix currently has not mentioned a release date for The Witcher, but it will release before the end of the year. Most of the speculations say that it will release around Christmas for a better opening. Fans are very excited to see Henry Cavill in the form of Geralt as Superman was done wrong by the makers. Here are some tweets showing how much fans are happy with The Witcher trailer.

Winter is gone , WITCHER is comming !!!#TheWitcher pic.twitter.com/P5voKpAMfK

— PankajSP (@PankajSP4) July 20, 2019

@HenryCavillOrg A few screen shots of Geralt Of Rivia The Witcher from the awesome trailer. ⚔️🐺#HenryCavill #TheWitcher pic.twitter.com/DNbnwadEMS

— Suzanne (@Flossywall) July 20, 2019

Henry Cavill › Comic con#TheWitcher 🐺⚔ pic.twitter.com/HBZ9FlWKTS

— ‹ Best Of The Witcher › (@BestTheWitcher) July 20, 2019

#TheWitcher trailer is a thing of beauty. pic.twitter.com/wo0bOrCvPS

— ChickenGX (@Chicken_GX) July 19, 2019

Told ya they going all out on monsters 😏

Truth is a shard of ice… 👀#TheWitcher pic.twitter.com/CFTRTqYXXs

— Ken Xyro | ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ (@KenXyro) July 19, 2019

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Netflix The Witcher TV Series: Henry Cavill Cast, Trailer, Release Date and Fan Reactions

The Witcher is perhaps the most awaited Netflix series of this year and Henry Cavill himself came on stage for the trailer release. The first trailer for the Witcher was released to San Diego comic con and it received amazing public reactions. Based on the popular Polish novel series by Andrzej Sapkowski, The Witcher has also been made into a popular RPG game series.

Henry Cavill is a big fan of the game series and couldn’t control his excitement when he was cast in the show. Here are all the details you need to know about the Witcher series which will release soon on Netflix.

First Trailer for The Witcher

The first trailer for The Witcher is kind of perfect, it introduces us to the world of magic, elves, dwarves, and monsters. Henry Cavill looks perfect as Geralt of Rivia and shows his skills with a sword. There are also a lot of other characters involved Yennefer and Cirilla in the show. It also hints at a political war going on which Geralt gets mixed up.

Cast and Plot Details

The Witcher cast looks stacked even though one might not have heard about the names of a few actors. Henry Cavill is the leading man who is the biggest draw to the audience. Here is the list of the main cast members of the Netflix series, The Witcher

Henry Cavill as the Geralt of Rivia

Freya Allan as Princess Ciri

Anya Chalotra as Yennefer the Sorceress

Jodhi May as Queen Calanthe

Adam Levy as Mousesack

MyAnna Buring as Tissaia

Mimi Ndiweni as Fringilla

Amit Shah as Torque

As far as the story goes, the Netflix show will be strictly based on the books and not on the game. The tagline for the show is the worst monsters are the ones we create. Geralt of Rivia is a monster hunter, who finds people eviler than the wicked creatures. He meets a princess and a sorceress and they face a lot of challenges together.

Release Date and Fan Reactions

Netflix currently has not mentioned a release date for The Witcher, but it will release before the end of the year. Most of the speculations say that it will release around Christmas for a better opening. Fans are very excited to see Henry Cavill in the form of Geralt as Superman was done wrong by the makers. Here are some tweets showing how much fans are happy with The Witcher trailer.

Winter is gone , WITCHER is comming !!!#TheWitcher pic.twitter.com/P5voKpAMfK

— PankajSP (@PankajSP4) July 20, 2019

@HenryCavillOrg A few screen shots of Geralt Of Rivia The Witcher from the awesome trailer. ⚔️🐺#HenryCavill #TheWitcher pic.twitter.com/DNbnwadEMS

— Suzanne (@Flossywall) July 20, 2019

Henry Cavill › Comic con#TheWitcher 🐺⚔ pic.twitter.com/HBZ9FlWKTS

— ‹ Best Of The Witcher › (@BestTheWitcher) July 20, 2019

#TheWitcher trailer is a thing of beauty. pic.twitter.com/wo0bOrCvPS

— ChickenGX (@Chicken_GX) July 19, 2019

Told ya they going all out on monsters 😏

Truth is a shard of ice… 👀#TheWitcher pic.twitter.com/CFTRTqYXXs

— Ken Xyro | ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ (@KenXyro) July 19, 2019

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