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[kiritella]

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

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

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

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

Geralt is a sarcastic bastard, especially with Ciri.

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

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

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

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

Stay tuned for more...

[lassieposting]

Obnoxious teenager to tired authority figure pipeline my beloved

Deglan, bursting into a room at Kaer Morhen: What the fuck is going on in here?

Vesemir: [freezes]

Luka: [freezes]

Vesemir, after a long silence: Let's face it. This is not the worst thing you've caught us doing.

Vesemir, coming in from training: What the fuck are you lot doing?

Geralt: [freezes]

Eskel: [freezes]

Lambert: [freezes]

Eskel: ...science experiment? We want to see how far we can Aard these canteloupes.

Vesemir, Too Tired For This™, waving them off: ...okay

[As he walks away, he hears a melon splat into the wall. Cheers erupt behind him]

Geralt, sticking his head around Ciri's door: What the fuck are you doing in -

Ciri: [freezes]

Jaskier: [freezes]

Geralt:

Geralt: Actually. You know what. Never mind. I don't want to know.

Ciri, nodding: Probably for the best.

Geralt: Hmm.

[queenxxxsupreme]

The Witcher Masterlist II

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Witchers (Lambert, Geralt, Eskel)

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[kierancaz]

𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐊𝐢𝐝

(𝐃𝐚𝐝!𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐭 𝐱 𝐈𝐧𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧!𝐊𝐢𝐝!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫/𝐎𝐜)

A/N: I have rewritten this authors note three times and I’m so close to just giving up oh my GOD. Anyway. Hello !! This is my first fic on here and honestly it was completely unintentional !! This idea has been rotting in my brain for days so I figured I would write it and here we are. It’s a little dark ??? read the warnings before proceeding. Tell me if you guys would want a part two to this bc honestly I have ZERO plans for this fic and it just kinda happened so I could totally do that if it’s wanted. Geralt might be a little ooc ? but yk what it’s like 20 or so years after raising Ciri so idc. ALSO ALSO I labeled this a Reader/Oc bc I’m toying with making it a oc story. It’s written in second person POV but I kinda want to give reader grey eyes and white hair (bc character things *cough I haven’t decided what they’re going to be as for the inhuman part cough* and also easy to project onto bc they’re bland yk?) and I was maybe thinking of giving them a name? So tell me if you guys would be ok/would want that, ok? OK GOOD HOPE YOU ENJOYYY [A/N2: I’m 99% sure the production of this post killed me and I’m still not happy with the lay out. I am so sorry. Future fics will be better I promise.]

Warnings: starvation, death threats, injury, violence? (If I missed anything tell me and I’ll put it here)

The spring breeze was chilly as Geralt entered the next town on Roach. He was hoping to find a place to stay for the night and possibly a job. He had heard rumors about their being a monster in the woods around here from the town over, although they weren’t very specific he figured he could check it out just in case there really was some coin to be made here.

Geralt was wrong. There was no place to stay and there was no coin to be found here. There was however, a very, *very,* tiny thief.

You had seen him from behind the corner of a building. His back turned to you and from his belt a tiny leather sack was hanging. It may have had coin in it, you hoped it had food in it, but you wouldn’t know until you *had* it.

Once his head was turned you sprinted out from where you had been watching the woman and snagged the pouch from his belt. Not one second later your shirt choked you as you were yanked backwards and your feet left the ground. Instinctively you curled up, clutching the pouch in your hands so hard your knuckles blanched white.

Geralt was… unsure of what he was looking at. There was you. In his hand. Held up to eye level by the back of your shirt and cloak like one would hold a kitten by the scruff of their neck. You couldn’t have been more then four or five, but it was hard to tell. You were so dirty he couldn’t tell what color your hair was or if you were a boy or a girl. On top of all that you looked sickly. Pale with sunken eyes and hollowed out cheeks, your legs and feet were bony and he noticed how a couple of your fingers were crooked, clearly having been broken before and didn’t heel correctly.

You were pouting at him, but he assumed it was meant to be more of a glare. He could see the fear in your eyes. You were so small…

Geralt signed. Lambert was right, maybe he *had* gone soft since he adopted Ciri.

He set you down on your feet and crouched down to your level. “What’s your name?” He asked as soothingly as possible. Your eyes were fixed unblinkingly on the ground in front of your feet. You were stiff as a board and if Geralt couldn’t hear the almost imperceptible huffing of your breath he would’ve assumed you stopped breathing.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he reassured cocking his head to the side to try and catch your eye. “Do you have a name?”

Your lip trembled for a moment and you refused to look at him. A few more seconds of silence passed before Geralt signed for a second time and got to his feet. Your eyes flicked to him for a moment before looking back at the dirt. He looked at you, still completely frozen in fear, before he made a final decision and lifted you from the ground once again.

You didn’t struggle as he lifted you from under your armpits and rested you on his hip. You found footing on his armor but didn’t move after that. Your breathing sped up and he could feel the frantic pounding of your heart and put a hand on your back in attempt to sooth you. “You look like you could use some food.”

You where standing in front of a brown horse while the white haired man fished around in his saddle bags. You leaned away slightly, side eyeing it nervously as the horse brought its nose to your cheek and sniffed. It whinnied in your ear and bobbed it’s head.

“Easy Roach,” the man said and pat its neck. He crouched down to your eye level and held out his hand to you, he was holding a biscuit. “I’ll trade you.” He said and you thought the corner of his lip might have twitched upwards for a moment.

Your mouth watered. *Food! He has food!* Your eyes were big as saucers and solely focused on the thin biscuit in his hand. You pried one of your hands from where they were suck in the coin pouch and hesitantly began to reach out.

You stopped, looking Geralt in the eyes for a moment. Geralt nodded, silently telling you that it was ok. Quickly you snatched the biscuit from him and dropped the coin pouch to stuff your face with both your hands. Slowly Geralt reached out and took it from where it lay at your feet and watched at you devoured the honey biscuit he had given to you.

He lifted the pouch and examined it, there were ten tiny holes in it now. He would have to get a new one. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed you had stopped eating. You were coughing with your mouth closed, your face twisting in pain.

“Hurts…” was all you said and touched your throat. Geralt was a little taken aback by the sound of your voice. Strained, croaky, and like it hadn’t used in months. He handed a canister of water to you and you drank a couple sips eagerly.

He sat down on the ground in front of you. After drinking you didn’t go back to eating but instead cast a rather upset look at the honey biscuit in your hand. “You can soak it in the water to make it softer if you’d like.”

The next few minutes went by with you soaking your biscuit in water and trying to choke down the rest of it, sitting down the process. Geralt studied you as you did all this.

The more he looked the more you seemed to shrink. You were entirely to skinny and your clothes to big for you. The way you where sitting allowed him to see the bottoms of your feet, they were so dirty they might as well have just been black and had open wounds the bled crimson. Those would be infected if nothing was done about them, it must’ve hurt to walk. Every couple of bites you would cough, choke, and gag, before chugging some water and continuing to eat.

You had noticed him staring, glared, and shuffled so your back faced him.

“What to tell me your name now?” Geralt asked. You glared at him over your shoulder for a moment, then went back to your biscuit. “Will you let me bandage your feet?”

Again you looked at him over your shoulder, but your eyes where softer now. More surprised and curious looking. Geralt took some stuff out of Roach’s saddle bag once again and when he looked back at you, you where facing him and looking up at him with a curious gaze. He gave a slight smile as he crouched in front of you and with a wet rag began to wipe off your feet.

You winced and tried to yank your foot away but Geralt had a firm hold on your ankle. “It’ll sting, but it’s better then being infected. Hold still.”

And you did. You stayed perfectly still and let Geralt wipe off the dirt and bandage your feet. Once he was done and put his stuff away he picked you up once again and carried you like he had before. Your heart was beating just as fast and you were just as stiff as earlier.

“Do you have a home I can bring you back to? Parents we could find?” He asked. He felt your grip on his shoulder tighten. He hummed but didn’t ask anything else.

He carried you to an inn and when he entered he got many strange and alarmed looks, but it was nothing he wasn’t used to. He went up to the man at the bar. “Excuse me,” he said, you shifted in his hold to peak over your shoulder, and the man lifted his gaze from the cup he was cleaning.

Immediately his eyes blew wide, the cup he was holding hit the floor and shattered as he stumbled back into the shelves of alcohol and sink behind him. He pointed a shaky finger at the witcher. “Get out,” he said shakily, trying to find his voice.

Geralt opened his mouth speak again but the man beat him to it.

“Take that foul *thing* out of here!” He shouted catching everyone’s attention.

You squirmed in Geralt’s gasp like you were trying to melt into his armor. A sudden pain shot through his shoulder. Like tiny knives had pierced his skin. He didn’t let the pain show on his face, he could feel your tiny heart beating more rapidly then he though possible.

From behind him he heard chairs clatter to the ground and swords being drawn. “You heard him,” one of them men who had drawn his sword said. “Get it out of here.”

“Before we kill it.” Added the other man menacingly. You had frozen solid in his arms, he could feel you short, panicked breathing against his neck. Your eyes wide but staring at nothing. The men inched closer.

Geralt held up his free hand and the men stopped. “We’ll leave.” Was all he said before turning and make his way out of the inn.

He walked you back to Roach, you were still the entire time. The claws in his shoulder were beginning to burn. But he didn’t do anything until you reached Roach.

There he gently maneuvered your fingers free from his shoulder and set you down on the ground. There was a long moment of silence.

“You don’t have a family do you?” He asked. Looking at your feet, you shook your head.

“Or a place to live?” You shook your head again.

“Do you have a name?” He asked. You nodded your head, he waited a for a moment but when you didn’t speak he continued.

“You can’t stay here can you?”

You shook your head.

“How would you like to come with me then?”

You looked up at him for the first time since he picked you up last. Your mouth parted in surprise. Quickly you closed it and gave him a single nod as your answer.

“Well then,” he said as he quickly tied off the wound in his shoulder. “We best get moving.”

With that he picked you up and set you on Roach and the two of you left town.

[oh-for-fic-sake-library]

A Family

Masterlist

Summary: Fleeing Cintra was tough but you couldn’t abandon Ciri, she was a life long friend, she was family. But now there was a witcher involved,  her so called soul father popping up out of nowhere. Her father. Her destiny, not yours. so it didn’t matter if you fell into his good graces i mean it wouldn’t be long before your out on your ass and told to leave kaer morhen right?

⚠️Warnings⚠️: Paternal Geralt, platonic love, Geralt has a brood now, swearing, teenage rebellion, dad Geralt, spanking, parental discipline.  

A/n: something a little different for you all. I’m super anxious about this because of the spanking in it, but this is completely non sexual.

Word count: 6466

Ciri paced the room worriedly stopping every few steps and held her head to the side trying to listen. She was worried, worried about Geralt and the leshy, worried about you and what ever trouble you’d be in for running off into the keep when you got scared.

Suddenly the door opened making her jump, yelping as she spun around only to relax and dash towards the white haired witcher and embrace him tightly. Geralt hummed pulling her closer tipping his head down squeezing her tightly. And then extended his other arm waiting for you to fall into him.

He frowned and flicked his gaze around the room. One. There was only one here? Where were you? Geralt pulled his head up taking a second to pray to what ever deity would listen that you were curled up sleeping like a log on the bed.

His eyes darted to the bed. Empty. Fuck. His eyes quickly scanned the room still hoping you were here but he already knew you weren’t. He heaved a deep breath and huffed irritated. Why did you have to pull this shit? It was bad enough with Ciri trying to defy almost everything he was doing to keep her safe. But you were much worse.

Extremely bitter towards him, an animosity and loathing for him that seemed to go beyond anything else he'd seen in humans. For the life of him he couldn’t  understand why, he hadn’t done anything to you, and this was much more then a dislike for his kind. It felt personal. Hell he looked after you, fed you kept you warm and safe along with your surrogate sister. He actually came to care for you to.

"Ciri? Where is Ewa? Wasn’t  she here with you?" Geralt finally grunted causing Ciri to sigh and step back.

"She err...she got scared and... She was caught up with the women as they fled, they sort of pushed her" Ciri explained trying not to feel guilty for unable to grab you from the panicking women.

Geralt swore, almost snarling in frustration his eyes glowed a brighter amber as the pupils contracted. Ciri drew a deep breath, it was his tell tale sign of worry, fear even! His eyes did the same thing anytime she was in harms way. It warmed her heart. You had doubts about your place within the new familial group. Ciri relaxed a little seeing that she was right, that Geralt had grown to care for you as well as her.

"Ewa left? Wha-how could she be so stupid!?"

"Geralt"

"Fuck! Don’t  worry, stay here I will go find her"

"No Geralt wait; just please wait a moment" Ciri chased him a few steps grasping his arm making him pause. His eyes roamed her for a second questioningly, why wasn’t  she letting him chase you? For all he knew you could be half way down the mountain by now with those women.

"What is it? What’s going on?" He asked voice dipping lower than before concern etched into each word.

"Ciri?" He prompted once more when the girl remained silent.

"I don’t  think she would have left with them. She’s just scared Geralt" Ciri began trying to choose her words carefully. She knew you hadn’t left the keep, she wasn’t  sure how but she did.

"Scared? What of the leshy? Then she should have stayed put" Geralt huffed shrugging and crossing his arms with a scoff.

"Yes that and well... she’s also? Well she’s scared of you" Ciri gave up on finding the words and just blurted them out. Geralt tensed under her hand, eyes widening, face growing soft yet a steely defensive look glossed his eyes.

"She’s scared of me? What, why?" Geralt frowned almost offended by the accusation. He didn’t  want you to fear him, he just wanted to be on the same side, he wanted obedience and to trust you’d be sensible when he isn’t around.

"No.. well yes but not how you think... She’s scared of caring for you. She thinks she’s a burden and that you hate her. That you merely tolerate her for my sake" Ciri uttered divulging this truth behind your behaviour towards the witcher

"That’s stupid, I care for her she should know that by now"  Geralt gruffed out almost speaking under his breath scoffing and shaking his head. Unwilling to believe you were such an emotional little soul. By everything he's seen of you, you were a hell raiser. A rebel right down to your Stoney core, nothing could truly get to you.

"She doesn’t  believe that. She’s never had that type of thing, family, acceptance, love?" Ciri explained releasing Geralt’s arm and stepped back. Geralt spun to face her a little stunned. You’d never had a family? Ever? He hadn't known that. At the silence Ciri continued to drop the bombshell.

"She-Ewa was abandoned at the castle back gate, she was a few weeks old the servants took her in gave her food and kept her alive but she was put to work as soon as she could hold a wash cloth." Ciri added wincing as her promise to never retell your story echoed in her mind. But this was for your own good, Geralt had to know how truly vulnerable you were, what your insecurities were. Because until he put them to rest you were going to continue being reckless out of your own fear and one day Ciri would loose you because of it.

"She was a servant scrubbing floors. It wasn’t  until I saw her and took to her as a friend that things changed. I begged and begged that she got to be my companion. It took weeks but my grandmother finally gave in" the blonde sat on her bed recounting the many weeks it took for her grandmother to let Ciri call the little servant a friend. Up until then Ciri didn’t  have many friends  around her own age, even then your were a good few years older, now sixteen to her thirteen.

But your bond was strong, you were the older sister she could lean on, an older sister she loved dearly. You protected her from more then just the courtiers sons who’d tried to build bonds that would get them on the throne.

"Not that she got any kindness either way... we grew up together, she was the only friend I was allowed. A sister. As her sister I know her and she is... as terrified as me for different reasons" Geralt listened carefully committing each detail to memory effectively rebuilding his image of you as Ciri continued explaining her genuine thoughts surrounding you and your idiocy.

"Until I found you she was all I had left in the world. And I was all she had. But I have you now, a chance at another life. A... A chance to have father figure, she feels left out. Like she doesn’t  belong anymore." Ciri ended with a sigh and leant forward resting her head in her hands feeling guilty as sin. She felt like she was going to drive you away somehow if she pressed the issue but still she wanted you to see how wrong you were. Geralt’s intervention was the only way things would get better, begrudgingly she knew this wasn’t  something that will fix itself.

"Has she said something?" Geralt asked wanting to know for definite if this was all speculation or if you’d tried to reach out and he missed it.

"Well.. sort of. I asked why she was avoiding me and quiet... she just said we need to bond she doesn’t  want to interfere with our fate. I think she’s scared you'll make her leave" Ciri repeated the words that had been playing on her mind. It wasn’t  so much your words but how you spat them out like poison, as if the idea of sticking around was the worst thing you could ever endure.

But in reality she knew you were frightened. You had a soft spot for Geralt, you liked him a lot and respected him.  But at the same time feared him and being rejected by him. Didn’t  want to get your hopes up if you’d be abandoned again later.

"So that’s it?" Geralt huffed with a humourless laugh giving himself a mental pat on the back for finally figuring out a teenagers problem.

"What?" Ciri asked frowning but Geralt drew a deep breath and took a seat beside Ciri on the bed  with a grunt.

"Why she’s being so difficult. Its not some final teenage rebellion or just to be a pain in my ass. She’s scared she'll end up abandoned again. That I’ll take her remaining family away from her, replace her somehow" Geralt shook his head he wished he'd known your background before snapping at you for being obstinate, drawing his own conclusion that your were just a ratty teenager that didn’t  have the same self control that Cirilla had because you were a servant. Fuck. His constant scolding’s and gruff rebukes must have made you feel more and more isolated.

"You never really spoke to her though.. You bicker and she thinks she’s unwanted, that you hate her for being human and useless. She snapped at me, she didn’t  mean to but... She feels weak" Ciri continued feeling as if she had to elaborate for  you, to speak on your behalf.

"When we travelled together- after leaving Cintra she.. she was strong, she protected me alone Geralt. And that became her purpose. Now that’s what your doing. She’s lost the one job she had left" Geralt smiled at her shaking his head. God he felt sorry for anyone who had crossed you both alone in the wilderness. He could imagine you mouthing off and trying to stab people with a pointy stick, like you had him when they first met. The tiny teenager had flew at him so fast he almost suffered the pointy end on her stick.

He grunted in amusement before standing once more. And patted Ciri on the shoulder.

"Well I suppose I should go find her and settle this. Thank you Ciri for explaining more. Give me ghouls and monsters and I know what I’m doing but teenagers? I’m still trying to catch up" he uttered walking to the door, this time with much more purpose than before. He had an idea of exactly what it was going to take to finally get through to you. And you wasn’t  going to like it. Not one bit.

"Wait what are you going to do? Geralt?" Ciri called worry evident in her voice as she questioned him.

Geralt stopped at the open door and turned to look at his child surprise over his shoulder. He pondered his next words and then smirked.

"I’m going to give her a piece of my mind, and no doubt she will give me a piece of hers... one final battle of wills will fix this. Wait here, get some rest we will come get you soon" he vaguely explained and then strode off before Ciri could pry any further. She didn’t  need to know what was about to happen.

You squeaked as the two witchers glanced up at you again... Oh shit. You huffed trying to climb higher on the shelving unit you were perched on. When lambert came closer cursing at you ordering you to get down.

"Lambert leave her be, she cant get down, she isn’t fond of heights" Geralt lied whilst huffed as he waltzed into the room after following your scent and the rapid heart beat of a human in peril.

He tipped his head back crossing his arms over his chest and raised his brows. You’d actually gotten quite high, a good ten feet off the ground. And honestly he was a little impressed.

"Not fond of heights? Then how did she end up half way up the fucking apothecary shelf?!" Lambert yelled raising a hand motioning to you clumsily trying to remain on the wooden beam.

"Get down here now! Before I come up there myself!" He added seething at you. You shrunk into the shelf

"Bite me ginge-" you hissed calling him the derogatory term for red haired. He pursed his lips and lunged at the shelf readying to climb and drag you down so he could throttle you. You both knew he wasn’t  angry about you climbing, oh no. He was pissed because Vesemir had hounded him about letting you sneak past him with the other women. You'd wounded the mighty witchers pride.

"Lambert! Easy, easy I’ll handle her" Geralt yelled latching onto his brother in arms, holding him back. Lambert slapped him away and growled 'you better, she needs to learn some fucking respect' giving you one last look before stalking out of the room.

"Geralt she cant do this-" Vesemir began slowly watching the younger witcher closely. He had a few guesses of how Geralt was going to handle your disobedience but was unsure if the wolf had it in him to follow through. Vesemir wasn’t  above dealing with this type of stupidity himself if need be.

"I know vesemir, I know I will handle it. Just like you taught us" Geralt huffed closing his eyes not needing to hear the prepared lecture.

You on the other hand were becoming more and more confused. What the fuck was going on? Was there some sort of witcher code speak or something? Why were they all speaking in half sentences? You grunted and glared harder, willing them to feel daggers.

"Good. She sorely needs something to straighten her out. Just remember wolf she disobeyed. And she could have gotten someone killed, not just herself" you gulped as Vesemir cast you another glance serious yet understanding. The look of a man who had seen it all before. But then again he raised a group of witchers so he probably had seen it all before. You felt uneasy, Geralt was just as clueless and the next man but vesemir? He was a smart cookie. He could see through you, could see your vulnerability. It irked you.

"I know Vesemir. I know trust me to take care of it. This wont happen again" Geralt hummed pointing in your directing, a sweeping motion over  the shelf you were latched onto.

"Make sure she learns this lesson well wolf. She has to adapt quickly and trust you know what’s best. This cannot happen again, for her sake next time could be-" you frowned at the foreboding.  And just what the hell did Geralt mean he will take care of it? He wont do shit! He cant do shit! Your nothing to him, and he is nothing to you. Your meeting was just circumstantial. Much to your disappointment your relationship with the witcher as mutual tolerance at best.

"She will learn many lessons today." Geralt trailed off. You grunted under your breath when he locked eyes on you, this time he seemed different. Sad almost? Sympathetic? Was he sympathising with the weak little human? Thinks of you as nothing but a scared rabbit sent to be his everyday inconvenience? Asshole!

It was only when the door closed behind Vesemir that Geralt actually spoke. Choosing to have some privacy before launching into another spat and duel of words.

"Ewa come down here" to your utter surprise the command was tired, exhausted. Nothing smug or angry about it. He didn’t  even seem to have that ever present disappointed air about him he had when interacting with you.

"No" you pouted quite happy to keep your distance from him. He was acting weird and it wasn’t  lost on you that he intended to deal with your little hide and seek stunt. What ever that entailed.

"Yes, you cant stay up there all day, your arms are already shaking you'll fall any second" he argued waving to your arms that were quivering under you as the half knelt on the shelf, hands holding the wood as it your life depended on it.

"i-is it gone?" You asked a small tremble in your words that you cursed afterwards. You didn’t  want to be scared or weak. But? You were, you were scared and you did run away in a panic. And you’d darted up here god knows how to try and wait out the shit storm.

"Yes. Yes we dealt with it....You really are stuck up there aren’t you?" Geralt spoke softly, trying to coax you into a calmer state whilst also offering to help in a backwards kind of way. Implying he would come and retrieve you if you needed him to.

"A little I don’t  know how I got up.. I just did" you uttered after a small pause, you could feel yourself give in to the small scared feeling again.

"That doesn’t  shock me, humans can surprise themselves sometimes" Geralt huffed with a small smile. You sounded genuinely shocked you’d managed such a feet. He wasn’t  though, he knew you were agile just by looking at you, you just needed the right motivation.

You sighed and turned back facing the witcher and began trying to climb down with shaky limbs. You squeaked when the shelf wobbled and Geralt quickly ran up to the wood pressing his hand on it to hold it steady. You huffed and tried finding a foot hold only to slip and almost fall from your spot.

"No! Hang on- no you stay there let me help, your going to crack your scull or something stupid" Geralt grunted and began scaling the shelf crawling up it.

"I’m not fucking stupid!" You snapped only to yelp as your hand slipped again. Finally you gave up and held tight praying you could stay on the wood long enough for Geralt to come and get you. Not that you needed the help really. You just wasn’t  going to kick a gift horse in the mouth.

"Well running blindly through a witcher strong hold after being told to stay put when there’s a leshy roaming around the halls aren't the actions of a genius is it? You didn’t  even take your stick" Geralt deadpanned as he managed to climb up alongside you grabbing one of your dangling feet and planting it on a sturdy wooden beam so you had more grip.

"Fuck off you musty old goat!" You snarled down at him quickly feeling the need to lash out again.

"Neither is cussing out a witcher whose already annoyed with you" the witcher grunted coming to a stop at your hip. And began trying to manoeuvre you so he could get you down.

"What for!? So I ran? I fucking panicked I cant help that oh mighty wolf-witcher fuck face!" You seethed flushing red and tried shaking him off now determined to get down without help.

"That’s enough! Now stop trying to wriggle away! Come here. I've had just about enough of this attitude of yours" the wolf barked at you frustrated as you slapped at his hand. Only for him to catch it and hold tight.

"Well I've had about enough of yours!" You scoffed back at him but moved to take his hand and climb down, the witcher moved quicker than you could dodge. His hand latched onto your wrist and tugged slumping you over his shoulder muttering to hold on. You yelped and squirmed on his shoulder kicking your feet out trying to find the shelves behind you. But as Geralt began moving down the high shelves you clutched onto him, feeling yourself panic.

Anger began to follow the panic, angry at yourself for relying on him. You couldn’t  afford to! One day you’d be out on your ass  alone. And if you get too used to sitting here being sheltered again you’d just have to go through all the devastation of learning how to survive again. Just like when you first fled with Ciri. You had to be strong, tough and self sufficient.

Lost in your thought you didn’t  even realise you were being place safely on the floor. Geralt sighed when you snapped out of your deep thought and glared at him venomously before stepping back and made to turn away and stomp off.

You gasped when his hand wrapped around your forearm jerking you to face him again. You hissed wordlessly as he tugged, dragging you to face him. Your tummy churned when you finally looked up at him. He looked strange, there wasn’t  as much anger but something softer in the amber eyes. It made you falter, but only for a second. Your irritation came back, you made to snap at him to let you go but he stepped closer tipping his head down at you sighing.

"You were told to stay with Ciri" his voice was gravely and you could see the exasperation. He was fed up with you. You looked away deflating once again reminded that you were a thorn in his side nothing more. He kept you alive to keep his child surprise happy.

"I know that but i-" you grunted trying to act indifferent to the subtle rejection once again. Geralt growled and shook you slightly drawing your attention back to him.

"But nothing. You were told. You have to understand when you are with me, you need to do as your told" he scolded raising his other hand to point it at you, wagging his finger in your face. You growled and snapped your teeth at him then growled again as his reflexes proved to be as good as ever and you missed.

"Do as I’m told- Geralt I’m fucking sixteen summers old! I deserve to be treated like an adult just like you!" You yelled swinging at his arm trying to wriggle free.

"sixteen means nothing to me girl. I've lived almost ten times that. You are a child, and a bratty one at that!" He growled now losing his patience with you, having to resort to shaking you slightly to make you stop slapping at his hand that was now pink from your persistent beating. Not that it hurt it was just annoying. 

"Hey; you take that back! I didn’t  even mean to fucking do this! You think I wanted to end up half way up there?" you screeched feeling every bit as angry as before, frustration and panic all rolling into one big mass of ugly rage. You looked at him and felt horrible each and every single time. It was even worse when he was pretending to be all caring. It was down right sickening.

"Then why? What caused you to run through these halls when you were told to stay put? Why would you put yourself at risk?! Running off to god knows where to be found by god knows what?!"

"What would you have done if you’d run head first into that leshy?! I wouldn’t have been there Ewa! I wouldn’t have been able to fucking save you! SO WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE DONE?!"

"Geralt I just.. I got frightened, the room was shaking Ciri was scared and- the other women ran and I was pushed along with them" you shrugged and tried to tug your arm free of the man, hoping that your little ounce of truth would be enough to satisfy him and he'd let you go on your way.

"And then? You could have turned back" he pried further wanting to know just how far you went with those whores, at what point did you decide to abandon them and hide.

"I did.. The women they wanted me to go with them, said I could make a lot of money but I... walked them to the main door then I came back. And hid in here so I wouldn’t be caught by Lambert and have to deal with his bitching" you shrugged knowing he wasn’t  going to let this go. At least not without a few more answers.

"Instead you now have to deal with mine" Geralt drawled smiling tightly at you trying to find a little humorous irony in the whole situation.

"I'm sorry okay? It was dumb I just... I was frightened" you huffed maintaining your story hoping the witcher would give up.

"I know that. But you are under my care. You need to trust me to decide what’s best for you now" Geralt began trying to subtly slip in the notion of him caring about you. But ever the observant little human you latched onto it quickly.

"Care? Don’t  make me laugh Geralt, I’m tagging along with Ciri; I’m only here because I grew up with her in Cintra and she wants one reminder of happier times." You scoffed trying to play off your own feelings as sarcastic digs.

"I do care for you" Geralt turned grasping your biceps and shook you quickly. He crouched down to your eye level holding your shocked gaze. But quickly your shock became another wave of anger.

"No you don’t  care for me a single bit; you care about Ciri. If anything I’m just a fucking burden- your lumbered with me for her sake" your voice carried across the room echoing on the walls making the male hiss as your high pitch resounded in his ears.

"That is not true and you know it" he growled down at you feeling himself quickly loosing grip on his own frustration rising as you refused to accept him as your new protector

"I care for you as I do her, you may not be my child of surprise, but you are a sister to her and that makes you mine just as much as she is" he added with a dry swallow eyes roaming you over and over trying to see any indication of you coming around.

"oh spare me-" you tried dismissing him with a growl, once again pulling on your arm trying to make some distance between you both. This was getting heated again and you didn’t  want an argument.

"I mean it. And I’m going to show you." He ground out tensing his fingers and dragged you towards him making you stagger slightly. You huffed at him leaning back snarling in fury as he began to slowly cross the space .

"Oh fucking really? And how are you going to do that? Stop being and asshole? I doubt you can manage!" You yelled at him seething as you tried pulling away from him, but you were dragged cross the room, your boots sliding on the floor.

"Well first I’m going give you a rude awakening and then we are going to put all this animosity behind us and start anew with the understanding that you are just as much apart of all this as Ciri is." He huffed not eve  bothering to throw you a loom over his shoulder as he closed the gap between him and the bench at the other side of the room.

"A rude awakening? The fuck are you on about?!" You squinted, racing your brain trying to solve yet another witcher riddle! You were so sick of having to guess half of what he said. It pissed you off, why cant he just be straight forward and tell you shit!

You made to shout at him some more but he spun on you crouching over you fiercely anger and frustration in his golden gaze. His pupils contracting dangerously. In any normal circumstances you’d scoff at him about 'witchers controlling their emotions' but instead you shrunk. There was something else in his eyes, you couldn’t  put your finger on it, but there was something there that made you feel small.

"Quite frankly I’m tired of your tantrums. You may have got away with this behaviour before but it stops now." He spoke with a sharp tone, a fake enthusiasm and harsh look. You shuddered, he seemed scary, but not like he was going to hurt you. You never truly believed he would hurt you or Ciri. But there was a foreboding cold feeling of dread creeping up your spine.

"You will find I am quite patient, but there is only so much self destructive behaviour I will put up with, especially when its so avoidable. You will change your attitude right now or else." He added quickly sliding his grip from your wrist to your bicep and held you close your hip skimming his thigh. You grunted and tried to plant your feet on the ground, willing your boots to take root into the stone slabs. But he had the unfair advantage of not only being a witcher but also being twice your size. He managed to drag you closer to himself and cross the last few feet to the bench

"Who the fuck do you think you are-" you yelped as he finally stopped moving and sat down on the long firm wooden seat. He  paused for a moment opening his mouth to answer you but stopped short, clearly thinking better of it. For a second you felt victorious,  as if him shutting himself up was a battle won.

But instead he shook his head and spread hos legs wide you eyed him cautiously. He was up to something nefarious,  before you could even ponder the thought you were yelping and waving your arms about  trying to regain your balance as best as you could. But it was in vain as he tipped you over his thigh quickly snapping his legs shut around your own pinning you.

"g-Geralt what are you doing- Geralt?! NO! NO LET GO! GET OFF OF ME! GERALT!?" You screamed out as you realised just where this was headed.

"No I will not let go" he grunted and began trying to capture our hands, pulling them behind you holding them in the small of your back.

"I will let sarcasm slide, even cursing. But out right stupidity and disobedience? putting yourself in stupid situations, putting your life at risk is not acceptable!" You yelled in fury ignoring his lecture as he wrangled you still. Overcoming your thrashing and screeched curses.

"so, like any responsible adult I now have to take you to hand. I’m not loosing you over something so stupid as jealousy" he finally hissed through grit teeth maintaining his tight hold of you.

"j-jealous? I’m not fucking jealous- get off of me please Geralt stop it!"

"You are jealous! Jealous and scared and your lashing out and making stupid snap decisions because of it!"

"I am not scared- w-wait? What are you doing! Geralt let go!- no don’t ! THAT MY SKIRT STOP IT!" You squealed and flicked your feet at him. His hand had began tugging your dress up your legs making you flush. But the brute didn’t  care for your wailing. Nor did he listen, he continued speaking as he tugged the skirt from you revealing your smalls to the room, thighs cooling as the unkind chill of kaer morhen engulfed you.

"You are scared, lost frightened of loosing Ciri, of being abandoned, of being caught in the crossfire. But most of all scared of being alone. You are not alone. You will never be alone, you are family"

"No I’m not-Ah?! Fuck ger-ALT!" You yelped and screeched into the room when his hand finally descended on your upturned rump with a loud slap. You inched forward trying to escape the burning hand that stayed put for a few seconds only to be pulled back and strike you again.

"Yes you are. And to prove it I’m going to start with holding you accountable. There are consequences" he grunted out and raised his hand again this time landing a more solid spank across your bottom.

"Wha- no! Geralt no don’t ! Not that!?I’m too old!" You pleaded again twisting trying to peer up at him from your vulnerable position. You cried out  as his hand landed again in the same spot.

"Your never to old for a hiding, especially one you sorely need" he hissed striking again, landing his hard palm just hard enough to make you yelp.

“No-ah! fuck no that hurt please stop it!" You screeched kicking out as much as you could with him  holding you. But your struggle was futile against him. He was far to powerful for you to escape.

"Not until you pull yourself together" he growled peppering your backside with more sporadic slaps warming up before really letting you have it.

"wait wait iv never-no ones ever!" You argued trying to reason with him especially now that your ass really was on the line.

"That explains a lot. Now hold still, this will be over quickly" he hummed stull n9t budging as your feet kicked and scrapped the floor trying to rock your way from him by kicking off of the floor.

"Wha- no Ohah! Shit don’t !" You cried out as he found a rhythm and began landing slaps across your upturned rump with ease. It would appear this particular witcher had done this before.

You sniffled finally biting down on your lip, unable to curse at him through your pained yelps and hissing sobs. Your eyes watering while he struck you again and again. Your pride crumbling away as his palm blistered your bottom without a word spoken.

You shrieked at him your fury and pain leaving you in one loud broken sound. For some reason being turned over his knee like a child was resonating with you. Something deep and small inside wanted this. Needed to be pulled into line and be held accountable. The strangest feeling of security washed over you. It was infuriating,  the way he was holding you down striking you like you were a child- his child! He had no right! No right to touch you or treat you like his own spawn. Yet you could feel your anger ebbing away.

Your ass stung, his heavy palm still littering your sore cheeks with open palms. But he wasn’t hurting you. Well not causing harm.

It didn’t  take long before your fight was all gone and you finally hung limp over his knee. Geralt let out a breath he hadn’t noticed he was holding. He could feel the change. He'd say he had broken you, but no. He hadn’t broken you, just the stupid walls you’d built around yourself. He knew you might have finally gotten the message. And it was about damn time.

You sobbed confused, feeling guilty but safe, and sad, happy, embarrassed and calm. All of these contradictions coil in your belly. It was only when you finally gave in slumping over his lap that Geralt stopped. Not that you noticed, his hand might have stopped but your ass was throbbing and you continued to cry.

"This is for your own good. You will do as your told, stop all this teenage pride bullshit" he said calmly, moving his hand to your back rubbing slow circles on it trying to calm you. You mewled at him trying to shake his hand off, despite enjoying the way he was comforting you. Not that you'd admit that to anyone, least of all him.

"Now I want you to listen to me, and listen well. There will be no more shouting, bickering or disrespect from you. And you will accept that neither I or Ciri are going to run off and leave you" Geralt said still rubbing you back as you tried taking deep breaths, sniffling trying to calm down.

"B-but I’m not-" you tried to speak, arguing stubbornly. But Geralt was having none of it and swiftly landed another open palm to your tender bottom making you jolt yelping at him.

"You are mine. Just as Ciri is. You are both my responsibility, and I care for you both. Say it Ewa if you say it enough maybe you can get it through your stubborn pride" he added not giving you any room to argue again.

"I-I’m yours" you said the words quietly trying not to let it affect you. You didn’t  believe them, you couldn’t. Yet something settled in your chest as you uttered them, a tiny spark. Hope.

"You have a family And don’t  you forget it. You Ciri and I are family, along with the others here at kaer morhen. Its not a huge family, we're a gruff bunch but we are here for you. Both of you. We protect our own here Ewa, your one of us now" Geralt swallowed nervously eyeing you. This wasn’t his thing, he was all hmm, fuck and sarcasm.

You looked down feeling the lump form in your throat. For a moment you felt a strange longing. A family that cared, truly cared enough to chase you down and knock some sense in to you? The fact he had turned you over his knee should make you angry. But instead his punishment and heartfelt words had destroyed the walls you’d built around you. It was odd, no one had ever spanked you before, no one bothered to bring you to hand. It was oddly soothing, you felt secure.

When you didn’t  cuss him out and relaxed into him giving a tiny nod of your head Geralt was floored. He expected you to throw another fit. Not try and curl into him without being noticed. He smiled feeling a weight lift from him, he now had one less thing to worry about.

"Now come on sort yourself out, cant have you start training like that" he hummed easing you to stand up again and made a note to even out your skirts again covering you.

"T-training?" You uttered trying not to think about what just happened. You wanted to ignore the embarrassment a d carry on as if nothing had happened.

"Yes, starting today you and Ciri are training, you’ll need to know how to defend yourselves, no place better to learn" Thankfully Geralt seemed to want to ignore the embarrassing punishment and slung his arm around your shoulders dragging you into his side with a reassuring squeeze before directing you out of the room chuckling as you hissed under your breath for the first few steps.

It may have been humiliating and painful and scary but perhaps it was worth it I  the end? After all you have something you’d never had before. A real family.

[a-wolf-in-lions-clothing]

ok but lambert and ciri having a one on one sparring session one day (normally geralt would be there to oversee, but today he and a few of the others got roped into helping vesemir with some chores inside the keep) and because lambert is lambert, and without anyone currently around to put him in check, he inevitably starts being a dick in some way or another. maybe he's actively teasing/heckling her, maybe he's just pushing her a little (or a lot) too hard, either way it is RELENTLESS, and ciri is dangerously close to being 100% FED UP

and lambert, seeing this but not REALLY seeing this, decides to make things that much worse and tells her, in his most mocking tone, to

"Go cry to daddy about it"

and this? THIS makes ciri's mouth, which surely had been about to release some form of scathing insult, snap shut and her face which was already flushed with frustration and exhaustion, go almost comically red with anger and, let's face it, embarrassment

because if there's one thing ciri HATES, if there's one thing she will not stand for, it's being treated like a baby

lambert, believing he has successfully put an end to the blondes ''whining'' opens his mouth to direct the girl back into her fighting stance to continue sparring, when suddenly who should make an appearance on the training grounds but the white haired devil himself?

"What's going on here?"

the familiar deep timber of geralt's voice is tinged with worry and suspicion as he approaches the two. though he had only just missed their earlier exchange, he could scent the bitter irritation radiating off ciri from a mile away. it was what prompted him to come check on them in the first place, and the unshed tears he sees glistening in her usually lively green eyes and the slight tremble of her lips as she presses them into a firm line in an unsuccessful attempt at disguising the show of emotion, makes him glad he did

though ciri would normally be loathe to admit this in the company of others, just geralt's mere presence and concerned gaze is enough to drain some of the tension from her body, and so in that moment before geralt can turn his questioning look to his younger brother, she makes a split second decision. she thinks to herself, fuck it, fuck THIS, FUCK YOU

and with way more force than is necessary, throws her wooden practice sword to the snow covered ground, and in a move which gives the older witcher a sense of deja vu, opens her arms wide to wrap tightly around his middle as she comes crashing into him with all her might

and just like that first day in the woods, he does not hesitate to return the girls embrace in full, in fact the stray tears he can now feel soaking into his shirt as she nuzzles into his chest only makes him hold her tighter

and lambert? well lambert only has about half a second to realize what a massive mistake he's made before he's got over 6 feet of angry protective witcher dad staring him down in a glare that rivals even that of vesemir (which is really saying something) and letting out a low growl that makes the red head shrink back and lower his gaze to the ground like a properly scolded pup

and if it weren't for the fact that said angry witcher was currently preoccupied swaying back and forth where he stood with his own pup held securely in his arms and whispering soft words of comfort into the girl's messy curls in an attempt to calm her shakey breaths (and FUCK. Oh fuck, oh gods he really fucked up this time) he knows his ass would most certainly be grass by now

fuck.

[jane-todd-maximoff]

Drinking song for the socially anxious

Part 1 out of 3 

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Summary:I'll see you around Geralt.” Those 5 words might haunt Geralt until the end of his days.

a Geraskier modern Au first meeting fic set to Drinking song for the socially anxious by The Amazing Devil

It wasn’t that Jaskier didn’t like crowds of people, in fact he regularly enjoyed them. But something was different like something was pulling him away from it all. So not even an hour after arriving he was searching for a place to be alone. He just wanted to be alone for 5 minutes so he thinks fast. Every party has a bedroom full of everyone’s coats there he could be alone. Jaskier stepped into the dimly lit room and a rush of autumn air runs up at him. Jaskier walks to the side of the bed and falls backwards onto it and closed his eyes.

Geralt wanted to leave. He doesn't understand why Yen drags him to these things. They were always too bright and loud. And it didn't help that his eyes and hair always brought unwanted attention. He wanted to grab his coat and run. When he finally arrived in the room that held the coat it was quiet and dimly lit. It was perfect. He stood in the doorway and there was a person lying down on the bed. They looked peaceful and in all honesty Geralt thinks he is cute. "You know that your lying on some coats." He informed the person. They looked up at him and frowned. 

"You know that your lying on some coats." A deep voice calls Jaskier tilts his back to stare at the man. It was Geralt. Him and Jaskier haven't officially met but Jaskier knows of him due to having mutual friends. He frowns at being called out of his almost sleep-like state "I know, it's just sometimes nice to feel what it's like to be in someone else's coat." He says Geralt walks to the bed and lays next to him and the only response he gets from him is a "Hmm."Geralt gets it he wishes every day that he was a different person. He wishes he was in somebody else's coat. “I’m Jaskier,” “Geralt.” “Hmm, Well it’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Geralt turned to Jaskier and raised an eyebrow but Jaskier remained silent. 

“So what do you do?” Jaskier asks, trying to break the Metaphorical Ice “I work with horses.” "Oh so you're an animal guy, well I hope you know I have a cat!” Jaskier responded sitting up to prop himself up on his elbows. Geralt smirks “What do you do for work?” "I'm a musician.” He sounded happy to talk about his profession. 

“Hmm, I would have never thought that.” Geralt tells Jasker with full honesty “why's that?” Geralt sits up to look Jaskier in the eyes. “Well the few musicians I have met love the spotlight but you, on the other hand, hang around in dark rooms.” He explains "Well I do love to be in the spotlight but something felt off. But hey who am I to say, maybe it was destiny.” “Destiny is a load of shit.” Geralt knows things about destiny, it rarely turns out in your favor. Jaskier opened his mouth like he was about to try and change his mind. Before he could get a word in, his phone started beeping. “Oh crap, I have to give my cat her asthma medication.” Jaskier jumps up from the bed and picks up his coat. “Can I get your number?” Jaskier asks, standing in front of Geralt. Surprisingly, Geralt held out his hand asking for the phone. Jaskier opens his contacts app, presses the plus icon and hands Geralt his phone and Geralt hands his own phone to Jaskier. When Geralt and Jaskier receive their rightful device back, he sees Jaskier trying to suppress a smile. “I'll see you around Geralt.” Jaskier informs him before walking out the door.

When Jaskier opened the door to his apartment the last thing he expected was for someone to be in there but he was wrong. “Hi Jaskier.” Priscilla says looking up from her computer “I thought you wouldn’t be back from tour until next week!” he says running up to her throwing his arms around her. Priscilla was his lover but they broke up about a year ago, but they were still best friends. Additionally, when they are both in town, they perform as a duo.

“How was your night?” Priscilla asks from beside him as they were now seated on the couch sharing a bottle of wine. “Priscilla. I think I met the love of my life.” “You say that about everyone you meet.”

It was true. Jaskier had a habit of falling in and out of love. Nothing would work out. Work would get in the way or he would fall for another or well you get it. “I know! But you should have seen him! Okay, he was tall, had a deep Sexy voice, plus he had beautiful white long hair! Okay and we have something in common!” “like what?” “He works with horses, I have a cat!” Jaskier explains. Priscilla takes a sharp breath in and claps her hands together “that's not remotely the same." "They are both animals.” Jaskier shot back.  

“True, but-" Priscilla was cut off by Jaskier covering her mouth with his hand. “Can you please just let me tell you about him?" "Mhmhmh" Jaskier could decipher what she was saying so he pulled his hand back. “That's difficult to do when you're comparing a horse and a cat.” “Okay, that's fair.” Jaskier Laughs 

 “I'll see you around Geralt.” Those 5 words might haunt Geralt until the end of his days. After Jaskier left Geralt laid on the bed until Yennefer came to fetch him. “There you are, I've been looking for you for almost an hour!” Yennefer said in what Geralt deemed her mom voice. But he has ever heard her use it at Ciri only when he and his brothers get in some stupid situation. “Fuck what time is it? I need to put Ciri to bed.” Geralt feels stupid he had to stop staying out for so long. Between working night shifts at his job and being dragged out by Yennefer he hadn't seen his daughter all day.

It was kinda a long story of how he got custody of Ciri. He couldn't even remember going to Pavetta's wedding. However, according to the social worker Pavetta put him down as Ciri's guardian if anything

were to happen to her and Duny or even her parents. But after a fatal car accident Ciri was the last of the Riannons.

Geralt got into the driver's seat and Yennefer slid into the passengers. Once the car started and they began driving it remained silent until that stopped at the first red light. Yennefer turned her head so fast that Geralt was sure she would have got whiplash. “So what kept you in the coat room for over an hour? And don’t say you lost track of time. I know you better than yourself.” It was true Yennefer was just like that. A nurse by day and a witch by night. Geralt paused before talking. He really did like Jaskier. Something awoke in him during their short time together “I met someone.” he mumbled Yennefer gasped dramatically “So you're getting over me finally, What's their name?” “Jaskier” “Jaskier. Oh my god! You two would be so cute and Ciri would absolutely love him,” Yennefer rambled.'' Well it seems you know him well.” Geralt grunted “IS THAT JEALOUSY I SMELL?" she was getting way into this they didn’t even know that well. Geralt let his mind drift back to Jaskier's words. After all, Jaskier did say he was going to see him again. Maybe it was destiny but who was he to say?

Geralt pulled into the parking garage that was below his apartment building. He and Yennefer got out and walked to their apartments that just so happen to be across from each other. “Geralt” He turned away from his door to look at her. “You are going to call Jaskier and plan a day and take him on a date.” and in typical mom Yennefer fashion she put her hand on her hips and glared at him “fine, Goodnight Yen.” he says as he walks into his apartment.

Geralt barely made it into his apartment before a small body crashed into his leg. He wanted to reach for the knife he carried in his belt but he looked down to see that it was just Ciri. “Cirilla, you're supposed to be in bed.” It was almost twelve in the morning. She was only 4 she couldn't have a shitty sleep Schedule like everyone else in the family. “Uncle Lambert said I could stay up.” she informed him. Geralt picked her up. “Well I guess me and him are gonna have to have a chat after I put you to bed.” Geralt shot a glare at Lambert who was lounging on the sofa. “She said you let her stay up!” He attempted to defend himself "Oh did she” Geralt turned his attention back to Ciri who promptly tucked her head into the side of Geralt's neck and let out a yawn.

Ciri's green lights were soft, making it much more bearable to lie with her to make sure she would be okay. However the fact he was laying a small bed that was made for children was not. It was extremely cramped. Carefully he fished his phone out of his pocket, attempting not to wake the child that was resting on his chest.

 Geralt opened his contacts and thought long and hard about what to say. But settled on doing the first thing that came to his mind.

GERALT: Hey this might sound weird but, do you wanna see a movie next time you're free? 

Geralt pressed send and laid his phone on his chest next to Ciri. Maybe destiny wasn't that bad.

[geasthewritingrat]

Geralt: I love you so much

Geralt: I have literally adopted you

Geralt: but if you uwu nya nya at me again-

[greatfandom]

More fandoms?

Hey guys, are there any more fandom’s you all might be interested in me making a Masterlist for?

So far these are all of I have but I am open to expanding...

ya know as I said above lol

The walking dead -

     Mostly Daryl Dixon, but I am willing to start Masterlist for other characters if that's something you guys want.

The Witcher -

    I probably won’t be doing a Masterlist as of now, when I learned Henry Cavill won’t be returning for season 4 I Kinda took it as shock and I'm still wrapping my head around it.

The Vampire Diaries -

I have only relogged Klaus at the moment but I am willing to do more characters, just a warning I’m not a big fan of the actor that plays Kol, just google his scandals.  

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[aramblingjay]

#that's her dad

[kiritella]

Series: Sehnsucht: Chapter One, Seven Year Debts

Pairings: Geralt x Teen!Reader, Yennefer x Teen!Reader

Warnings: Blood, death, injuries, monsters

Words: 2.8k

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—Seven Years Ago—

The rain puttered around her, and her lungs burned with a violent ache. She ran, blindly and confused, and lacking all direction. Her small legs could not take her very fast, not nearly as much as she would have wanted, for it was already night. The moonlight filtered through the heavy canopy of leaves above her, but it was not nearly enough with the cloudy skies. It was dark. 

Her small feet, even calloused, hurt as she stumbled over thick roots and sharp stones, briars and thorns. It didn’t hurt nearly as much as her back, though, so she hardly paid them any mind. The blood soaking through her torn nightgown was still warm, fresh from the gaping cuts splitting her back open. The burn in her left shoulder was violent and continued even to her bones.

Everything hurts, she thought, and even as she did, she tripped and fell, landing face first into the moist ground. She let out a sharp cry.

“It will be alright…” the voice from earlier said in her thoughts, deep and gravely like stone. 

“No one is here,” she sobbed, clutching her dagger in her hands as a wolf’s howl pierced the air. She shivered in fright. Crawling, she curled up against a tree, her body sinking into it as she begged it to open up and swallow her whole. The bark dug into the long gashes along her spine, and poked into the burn on her shoulder.

Valeska had said to go east, that someone might be here and would take her in when she had strapped the dagger to her waist. Soft, dreadful whispers. The leather band was too large for her, and the blade seemed as though it was half her size. She had the decency to wipe her tears, but not enough to try and stop the barrage of rotten food being tossed at her. Still, she was grateful then…but it seemed for naught.

“No…they aren’t,” the voice said regretfully. “But you will be alright.”

“The wolves—” 

“They will not hurt you,” he assured. “You should rest, little keeper. I know it hurts…” he said, and his voice seemed mournful. “But in time, it will pass. I will guard you tonight, so rest…”

Despite his reassurances, the little girl was unable to sleep much that night. It wasn’t her first night alone, not the first time she had curled against the pain, back drenched in her own blood. Yet, with the mark burned into her back, the smell of rotten food caked in her hair from the people she had once longed for the approval of, the press of her father’s hand shoving her toward her demise…her mother’s silence…everything was different. On this painful and agonizing night, everything changed.

—Currently—

It was the sound of a groan that drew her to him. Her footsteps were light on the forest floor as she followed the sound over a hill, hardly making a sound louder than the rustling of leaves in the wind. Even the snow beneath her frozen feet would not give any announcement of her presence. Hesitant and careful, she approached the peak of a short, sharp drop above a cave. A ghoul’s cave, more accurately. When a light breeze stirred, she retched silently. Snatching the tattered, red scarf from her neck, she wrapped it around her face to guard her senses from the scent of rotting flesh mixed up by the air. She drew closer to the pained groans, carefully descending the rocky face of the mountain. She cursed herself for even trying to look. 

It was more likely a Ghoul than anything else.

Unfortunately, as she peeked around the edge of the high ground she knelt on, she realized it was both. The bodies of several ghouls either laid with their heads detached from their bodies, their throats slit, or their chests looking strangely caved in. A camp of dead men—villagers from the base of the mountain, she realized—sat decomposing and partly consumed about the region. An arm here, a leg there. That would account for the smell.

Another man also laid amongst the dead, only this one, to her surprise, moved. But as she peeked a bit closer, his features began to take shape, and with them, her breath was taken quickly from her lungs. Geralt.

Glancing about the region, she saw no one else, and with a hand on the hilt of the sword on her waist, she scrambled down the rockside and into the small valley in front of the cave. Her eyes scanned the dead bodies as she passed, ready for any of them to even twitch. They didn’t, and not even a mangled groan came from the cave. He must have taken care of all of them. She hurried toward Geralt, but when he perked up suddenly, his golden eyes pierced through her, she slowed. 

“Who are you?” he asked sharply, straining as he sat up further against the tree. Sweat beaded along his hairline, sinking into his white hair as he blinked quickly. His hand clenched the hilt of his sword, and as she noted this, she also found the red, gnarly bite on his wrist. Her heart sank. 

“You look a bit young to be a murderer,” he said, and she furrowed her brow. She held her hands up in surrender as she came closer, but now that she had, she could see it. The dead men laid about had not been bitten and torn. Their necks or chests had been cleanly cut, and they had bled out. Oh…

She shook her head quickly. 

“Not here to finish me off?” he asked with a pained grunt. “You fucking bastards hired me.”

She shook her head once more, and then pointed at his arm—the bite—and began to fumble with the satchel on her hip. Slowly, so he could see her movements, she pulled out a long rag and a vial. Once more, she crept closer. 

He scoffed, weakly waving his hand away. She shook her head, and stubbornly turned, walked over to one of the dead bodies, and lightly kicked it. She looked at him, pointed at the corpse, shook her head, then held up the medical supplies. Perhaps she would ask the dead body for forgiveness later, but from what she could gather, they had attacked Geralt once he had finished his job with the ghouls. For that, she didn’t have much love for the rotting sack of flesh, so forgiveness wasn’t something she was desperately looking for. 

Geralt furrowed his brow as she pushed back the hood of her cloak, revealing her appearance. His horse snorted off behind the tree, stamping her foot. She cocked her head to the side, and perhaps the beast would have been a little more frightening if it wasn’t so protective of its master. As for Geralt, it might have been years since she had last seen him, memories diluted with a child’s admiration, but she knew he was no threat to someone who did not pose a threat to him. 

Slowly, she unsheathed her sword and dagger and tossed them to the side. Again, she crept closer, as if approaching a scorpion and her hands held up. With a short nod and a mistrustful glare from him, she knelt at his side. At the very least, he did not press the edge of his sword to her throat. That was a good sign. Quickly now, she wrapped the bandage around his forearm, a little ways above the ghoul’s bite seeping venom into his bloodstream, and then tightened it as much as she could. She locked it in place with a sturdy stick, limiting the blood flow. She wouldn’t be able to leave it on for long at risk of permanent damage.

“A tourniquet won’t—”

She grabbed the vial she showed him earlier and bit off the cork, pouring the green contents over the bite. The scent of alcohol and mixed herbs overpowered the smell of blood for a moment. Geralt grit his teeth as the medicine seeped over the wound and burned, white foam bubbling within it as it reacted and drew out the venom. He groaned.

When he tried to speak, it came out slurred, and she looked up sharply to find his head lolling to the side. She slapped him.

His eyes shot open, a hard glare set on her as his brow furrowed. “Fuck—my vials.”

Fumbling about him, she found several, a few in his satchel and hanging on his waist. Several were broken, and of the ones that weren’t, she held them up, only for him to shake his head. She held up the broken ones, and when he plucked one from her hands, fumbling with it, he paled. He tossed it away with a frustrated grunt. 

“I need—” he started, saying the same phrase over again as his tongue, she assumed, was becoming heavy. “Vesemir.”

Well, at least she had a name to start with, but given that she didn’t have a single fucking clue who that was, she didn’t see how she could help. Frustrated, she threaded her fingers through her hair, stopping abruptly as they caught on a thick matt. 

She knew the basics of medicine, but a ghoul’s venom was nothing to joke about, and certainly beyond her league. What she had given him was typically used to draw out snake venom, slow the effects, not nearly capable of fighting something as potent as ghoul’s venom. On top of that, he was a Witcher. She didn’t know if normal medicine would work on his mutated body, or even what doses to give him.

Grinding her teeth together, she stood up to her feet and made her way toward the horse. The poor beast was frightened, her black mane damp with sweat, hooves stomping into the dusted snow as she shifted nervously. It took a good minute to be able to calm her down, but at last the girl was able to grab her reins and settle her. She found what she was looking for in one of the saddle bags, and took it back to Geralt, laying the parchment map across his legs. 

When his eyes didn’t open, she pressed her thumb into the gaping bite. He wrenched his arm from her grip, though barely, and cursed.

“Stop doing that!” he snapped.

Stay awake then, she thought, but said nothing. Instead, she gestured to the map. He hesitated, untrusting eyes on her before shifting back to the paper. He was wasting time. She grasped his wrist and shook it in front of his eyes, emphasizing the wound and then released it. His arm fell back into the snow as dead weight, and she knew he was losing feeling in it. If he wanted her to get this Vesemir, he needed to tell her where he was.

It was only after several more contemplative moments Geralt pointed to the map. His finger laid on the outlined Blue Mountains north of Ban Ard by the Lixela River where they were currently. Then, he traced west to the mountain’s base, then up the edge north until he reached the Gwenllech River. Following this river upstream into the mountains once more, he stopped, tapped twice, and grunted.

“You’ll cross here,” he said, “the river will be shallow. Be mindful of the white stones.”

She nodded, and he continued.

“Follow the mountain pass, there’s—damnit—” he cursed, straining as red lines on his forearm flared and a new expulsion of white foam poured from the bite. The medicine was working at least. She sighed in relief.

When he had taken a moment, he continued. “There will be a gap in the granite wall. A gorge, it opens to a ravine, then to a valley. Don’t follow the path, go into the woods. Follow the stream—” he grimaced and groaned, letting his head fall back against the tree. “This is pointless, you’ll never even find the gap.”

She slapped him again and the amount of shock on his face was comical. She smiled, but it appeared more gangly and grim than she intended. The path was difficult, but she had help, so she was certain she would get him there. Again, she pointed to the map.

“It’s Kaer Morhen,” he slurred and she nodded. “A castle. Doesn’t look much like one anymore.”

“Alright,” she said, and he narrowed his eyes. He shook his head with a light chuckle as it lulled to the side.

“I thought you were mute,” he said. Blinking as if she hadn’t thought of that, she smiled crookedly and rolled up the map, tucking it into the belt on her waistline. Picking up his sword, she fumbled in her satchel and pulled out a rag, cleaning off the remnants of blood before helping him sheath it back in its place. He seemed curious, but didn’t say anything about it.

As she gathered up her own weapons again and readied the horse, he spoke again.

“I’ll drift in and out of consciousness, and probably say some things,” he said and she hummed to let him know she was listening as she adjusted the stirrup lengths on the saddle. “A handful of days at best before I’m dead.”

That was impressive. How he intended to survive for five days was something she would try and ask later, maybe…perhaps. Most would be dead much quicker than that, after all. 

She hummed again and led the horse by the reins, taking her beside Geralt. He looked up with weary eyes and sweat beading in his hairline. His brows furrowed as he thought. 

Ah…this was going to be difficult. Geralt huffed as he attempted to get to his feet. He managed pretty far, much more than she had anticipated, but alas, he could get to his knees and lean against the tree on one foot, but from there he was stuck. Fidgeting with her fingers, she shuffled on her feet and crept closer. 

He grunted. “Unless you happen to be a competent teenage sorceress, I don’t think you can help me get on the horse.”

She chuckled, and it swiftly turned into a soft laugh. She knelt beside him and placed her hand into the snow, sinking beneath the ice and into the dirt. Whispering beneath her breath, she laid out an incantation into the earth. The trees swayed with the sound of her soft voice, the soil turning beneath them as if embraced by an old friend. Carefully, the ground Geralt knelt on lifted him up and thick roots stretched out to steady him. 

“Well…shit,” he said, seemingly amused. “Easy, Roach.”

She stood and eased the horse—apparently named Roach, to her amusement— holding the reins as she shifted to allow Geralt, now at the same level as the saddle, to slide on. The roots remained to steady him as the dirt eased back into its rightful place. 

“I don’t suppose you know how to make a portal?” he asked as she hopped into the saddle. It must have been a rather amusing sight, a small teenager in the main seat with Geralt behind her.

She shook her head. Stretching out her hand, a posy of vines grew and wound around Geralt and the saddle, binding his unsteady frame at least in a somewhat stable position. She needed him secure against her back if he was going to fall unconscious randomly throughout their journey. And she wasn’t wrong. 

He was unconscious within the next few minutes, bodying going lax so suddenly she had to pull the horse to a stop and scramble to gather her balance. With more vines wrapping around them, and pulling Geralt’s arms around her and binding them to the saddle’s horn, his weight was now firmly set against her back. And finally settled, she set out quickly.

“Don’t follow the path he showed you,” a long-since familiar voice said in her thoughts. “Go northeast and follow the Lixela up through the mountains. It will be quicker.”

“Are you sure, D’ao?” 

“Do not worry, if Kaer Morhen is where he says it is, I will get you there.”

She swallowed thickly as she adjusted course and Roach’s canter broke into a swift and steady gallop. She had to shake her head as memories began to sink into her thoughts. The Drowner, gangly limbs and pale eyes, sharp teeth by the river. The hiss of a sword and golden eyes, white hair, and a wolf captured in silver. A kind, gentle hand. The village, the fear, the pain—unbearable pain. She shivered. Chaos. 

She breathed in heavily as the trees whizzed by around her, shaking the scent of blood and rotten food from her senses. Determination took its place. She would get Geralt to Kaer Morhen—alive—and if the world hated her for once again helping a Witcher, she would laugh as they set fire to her pyre and burn the monster they created.

The ten year old child she once was owed him that.

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[lassieposting]

Concept for a fic I'll never write:

Unable to locate Geralt - or anyone who's ever actually met him - in the aftermath of the fall of Cintra, and too short on coin to buy herself passage to Skellige, Ciri stows away or accepts a ride in a wagon that takes her north into Kaedwen. There, she hears about Kaer Morhen, the last once-great stronghold of the witchers, where she might find someone who can take her to Geralt.

Vesemir - only just come home himself to get set up for the cold season - isn't expecting her arrival on his doorstep, bedraggled and traumatised, but she claims to be Geralt's surprise child, and she's hardly the first kid he's dealt with in that state. He takes her in on Geralt's behalf, keeps her busy and safe, and answers her questions as best as he can. One by one, his boys make their way home for the winter, and they all have a story for Ciri about the man she never knew was supposed to be such a big part of her life.

[spielzeugkaiser]

Kind of a second part to this - inspired by a convo I had with @panur in the replies! Ciri comes to them for cuddles and at this point Geralt is 100% awake, but Jaskier handles it all rather well.

[kierancaz]

Me googling: *what’s it looks like to hold someone on your hip* *what does it look like to hold a child on your hip* *ways to hold a kid*

Me: i hate writing

[catzerooo]

It's take your kid to work day

[witchthewriter]

𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!   

a/n: I watched the new season of The Witcher and somehow Geralt got even hotter??? Anyway, he has dilf energy and I'm in love

Warnings: family abuse, curse previously put on reader

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・He had saved you, and yet, your family still did not want you.

・Geralt found out that it was your own father who cursed you

・A noble family that saw you as less than. And they banished you from their land, not wanting you anywhere near them.

・And when Geralt spoke on your behalf, asking what you were supposed to do, your father shrugged his shoulders and ignored the Witcher.

"You won't even keep y/n on as ... as anything?" The Witcher was disgusted when your father kept on ignoring him. It got to the point where Geralt threw a golden plate just above your father's head and his attention snapped to the white-haired man.

"I could have your head for that." Your father's voice was cold, it was always cold.

"And I could have yours," snarled Geralt, whose eyes were ablaze. But he knew he couldn't do anything about your family. Only about you.

・So, Geralt couldn't leave you to fend for yourself. And he didn't.

・Besides, you had no idea how to look after yourself. You had been a monster, trapped inside a form that was not yours for 7 years

・You were filthy, tired, and utterly defenseless.

・And even though Witcher's weren't known for their grace nor kindness, Geralt was different.

・He took you with him, damning your family for casting you out. Promising that you would rise above what they had done to you.

・But for now, he had to clean you up and ... catch you up on life.

- ✦ -

・Geralt sat you in front of him, Roach slightly grumpy with the extra weight. But once you reached Geralt's destination, he rewarded the steed with extra food

"Thank you, old friend," he whispered into the horses' ear.

・Helping you inside, he had arranged a room that had a bathing chamber

・The water ran hot as Geralt added in oils and different kinds of herbs

・It was an odd situation, yes, helping a stranger clean themselves.

・But Geralt couldn't live with the knowledge of you being left on your own. The possibility of so much danger. Of being taken advantage of.

・Helping you undress was slightly embarrassing, for the both of you. Your body was still getting used to its original form. Your balance was off, and your posture wasn’t very good. Geralt had to keep on correcting it.

・Easing you into the bath, he grabbed a cloth and started gently rubbing the grime from your body. The dirt, sweat and mud that caked your body

・Even when you transformed back into your normal form, the dirt still remained, as did the torn clothes that you had worn before being cursed into a great beast

・Speaking was difficult as well, but it was becoming easier with time. Even though not much had passed.

・The bath was the best thing you had felt in 7 whole goddamn years.

・Hot; like it was ridding you of all the hurt that built over time

・You swished your fingers through the water, delighting in the ripples they made. Such a small happiness. Yet you found glee in small things now. Grateful for a second chance.

・Geralt kept on scrubbing at your skin, using a bristled brush on some areas, careful not to be too rough or stay in one spot for too long

・Next he used this delicious smelling soap. Your knowledge of herbs was next to nothing, due to a lack in education, but you thought it smelt homely, earthly and calming. Lathering it in his hands and massaging it onto your own, you both worked the soap into different areas of your skin

“I’m going to wash your hair now,” he said. Voice soft yet still rough, like he wasn’t used to being kind to others. If that were true, you wondered why he was doing this for you.

“But first we need to brush it,” his eyes squinted at the tangled mess but started on it nonetheless.

・It hurt at first, but you knew Geralt was being as gentle as he could be, but there were so many knots.

“What do you think about cutting it?” You shook your head. Your hair was one of the only things that made you feel … beautiful.

“Ugh, fine. But this is going to take a while.”

・You shrugged your shoulders and happily kept on sitting in the tub, taking over some of the scrubbing, especially your feet, which felt so sensitive.

・Once they were large and clawed, now … they were human

・Your eyes stilled as the water reflected the glow of the candles around the room

・And you sighed. Not in sadness, or pain, or grief. But with the knowledge that you no longer had to be someone that you were not. Whether that was a beast or playing a role in your family that you didn’t want to have to play.

“You alright?” Geralt had made significant process, practically finished with your hair. And he grabbed a bucket and told you to lean back as he poured the water onto your hair.

・Geralt grabbed a different kind of soap and placed it in your hair, massaging and rubbing it, making sure there wasn’t a spot unwashed.

・You weren’t used to the sensation and let out a laugh. It tickled a tiny bit, especially when he rubbed behind your ears

・Unbeknownst to you, Geralt was slightly smiling. He enjoyed seeing you experience some happiness.

・After he had washed your hair a total of three times, he stood back satisfied with your appearance and held out a towel for you to wrap yourself in.

・Helping you out of the bath, he set down a pair of clean clothes on your bed and said he would be back in a few minutes.

・He wanted to give your privacy, while also wanting to check on Roach.

・The clothes were a big pair of brown pants and a long white shirt. They were a fresh pair from the Innkeeper's husband, who had recently passed away. Geralt had paid extra for them.

・After twenty minutes, Geralt came back into the room to find you asleep on the floor. The usual place you slept.

・A place you had slept for 7 years.

・7 years without a bed. Without a blanket or pillows. Nor were you given any sort of comfort.

・A rage so hot spread through Geralt that it practically radiated off of him.

・In that moment he swore you would have a better life, the best he could find … or give you.