#twsecretsanta18

[creepyscritches]

These fucking assholes said it was a sweater party.

Secret Santa gift for @hinatanara! I hope you like it--I had a lot of fun!

[marzipanic-bubblegun]

Merry Christmas, dear @kupocat!!!

 Accept our lovely boys sledding into next year ✨

[mmthemayoarts]

My part in Witcher Secret Santa~! Some Geralt/Iorveth for @blazkowicz / @silverdelta , it was great to draw my Witcher OTP for the event :D They’re both so hard to draw tho, so I tried to be funny, hope you’ll like it~!

And a lil bonus:

[quizzikemen]

Merry Christmas @x4sj00 ! ♥

I was your match for the @witchersecretsanta ❄️

[kupocat]

My part of the Witcher secret santa for @velvettodraws - cross posted to twitter since Velvetto has mostly left the platform.

Late due to sick :P

[lupaline]

A sketch of my the witcher secret santa gift for @cedarsmoke4 .

Eventhough it's only a sketch for now, I hope that you will like the finished Picture.

Stay tuned for the 26th of december.

[eredins-a-king-aint-he]

Merry Christmas, @pinkatron I’m your secret Santa! It’s a bit sketchy, but I thought you’d appreciate it anyway :D  

[jagalart]

Hi @judoviking , here’s your gift for @witchersecretsanta, hope you’ll like it! Thank you so much again for help and being so understanding <3

[dextera-recta]

A two-part christmas gift for @artificialaesir <3

Nap time with Geralt and Yennefer (although she woke up first and is probably coming up with ways to prank the poor sod) and smol Ciri braiding her embarrassed witcher dad’s hair while Yen is content watching. Water color and a bit of color pencil.

Merry Christmas to all! :)

[thegrideproject]

Regis and Heather for @briarfox13

for The Witcher Secret Santa ! :) 

a big thank you to @kurhanik for organising all of it! ♥

[oldwitchersecretsanta]

Hello guys! Welcome to our Secret Santa!

Doesn't matter if you only played the games, or read the books, if you're a professional artist or a beginner, if you like unpopular characters or Geralt himself - everyone will find a perfect (or at least a nice) match here <3

Sign ups - October 22nd - November 8th, 

https://docs.google.com/forms/d/13WSXdwwxN8kieHzKVIaexeLW6kNDvBJMR6UDwBaYppM

December 24th-26th is the Reveal time.

Rules: https://witchersecretsanta.tumblr.com/rules

[corvo-bianco-lilacs]

@melasaik, here’s your second Secret Santa present for @witchersecretsanta! I do hope that you like it!

This story is Ciri/Cerys, and features our favorite Witcheress being injured during a contract, and Cerys taking care of her. Yennefer makes an appearance as well, and all three of them enjoy a jab at Great near the end.

Enjoy, darling!

There’s more where this one came from :D

Cerys leaned against the woodwork surrounding the door of the house that she and Ciri shared, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she gazed out at the horizon, watching as the sun began to descend beneath the ocean waves. Her love was taking care of a contract in the area, helping some man find his son on the main island, and although she was proud of the Witcheress that her love had become, she would be lying if she said that she wasn’t afraid of her getting hurt on a contract. She was no healer, and Ciri knew this, but she had tried her best to calm Cerys’ worries about her being badly injured on a contract, much to the red-head’s dismay and, unfortunately, argument.

Cerys was just about to head inside to bed when the sound of labored breathing caught her ears. She snapped her head in the direction of the sound and saw Ciri approaching, palms pressed to her side as she stumbled towards their home. Cerys’ heart dropped to her stomach as she ran to Ciri’s side, wrapping her arm around her waist and helping her into the house and to their room, laying her down on their bed and removing her torn and bloodied shirt from her torso. She couldn’t help the sharp intake of breath that passed through her teeth, and quickly gathered a few supplies to clean and dress the wound.

She seated herself beside Ciri, gently washing the blood from her pale and clammy skin, applying pressure as needed, especially when the wound began to seep a little more, which etched fear and worry across her face as she worked faster to clean the wound. She applied an herbal mixture to the edges, then gently wrapped bandages around Ciri’s waist, earning a groan from her ashen-haired love.

“Cerys…” Ciri mumbled, her eyes slowly cracking open, revealing her emerald irises, which had dulled considerably. Cerys flinched slightly at the sight.

“What is it, love?” She asked, gently brushing Ciri’s hair from her forehead, her thumb stroking against a small cut on her eyebrow.

“Mom…” Ciri gasped, hand inching towards the wound. Cerys gently took hold of her wrist to keep her from touching the bandage. “Contact… Mom…”

“Where did ye put your talisman to contact her?” Cerys questioned before placing a gentle kiss to Ciri’s forehead.

“My desk… Top drawer.” Ciri replied, turning her head to gaze up at Cerys’ face, a soft smile pulling at her lips.

Cerys returned her smile and climbed off the bed, making her way over to the small desk and rummaging through the top drawer before pulling out the small trinket. It was a simple talisman, made with an emerald on a silver chain that Yennefer had strengthened with magic to prevent it from breaking, no matter how strong of a force was applied to it. Cerys returned to Ciri’s side and held the talisman out to her, to which she applied a trace of magic that was just enough to get Yennefer’s attention back in Toussaint.

“Now we wait…” Ciri sighed, relaxing against the pillows behind her, eyes shutting as she began to meditate through the pain.

“How long?” Cerys questioned, sitting at Ciri’s side and gently taking hold of her left hand.

“Just depends on what she’s doing…” Ciri replied, her voice heavy with sleep. “If she’s working on a spell or potion, it could take time.”

“All this time we’ve been together, I’ve never once seen you actually call her to us. You’re usually the one who teleports there.” Cerys pointed out with a chuckle, reaching over to tuck Ciri’s loose hair back behind her ear.

“Well… What can I say? My family is important to me.” Ciri chuckled, her eyes cracking back open to gaze at the dejected look on Cerys’ face. “Oh, quit pouting. You’re part of my family too… Now come here.” She hummed, taking Cerys’ hand and pulling her love towards her, their lips connecting in a soft, tender kiss.

Cerys pulled back with a laugh as she took Ciri’s hand in hers and began to play with her love’s fingers, earning a small chuckle from Ciri before the ashen-haired Witcheress grimaced in pain. Over the course of their waiting, Cerys had removed Ciri’s bandages in order to replace them when the sound of thunder reached their ears. Cerys turned her attention to Ciri, who smirked in response.

“Sounds like mother is here.” She chuckled, head turned to gaze at the bedroom door.

A moment later one of the guards opened the door and Yennefer stepped into the room, her violet eyes falling to Ciri’s prone figure on the bed. Her eyes widened as she gazed her daughter over, noticing the bloodied bandages that lay crumpled on the floor. She immediately fell into the healer role and came to Ciri’s side, assessing the wound.

“How did this happen, little one?” She asked, her fingers gently tracing the outline of the wounds before she brought her gaze to Ciri’s eyes.

“A Fiend. I hunted it down for a contract.” A hiss of pain pushed through her teeth as Yen began to apply magic to the wounds. “I haven’t had the chance to collect my coin.”

“Cirilla.” Yen sighed, eyes focused on her work. “How often do I have to tell you to be careful? You’ve managed to escape with your life this time, but what about the next?” Yen reprimanded, her eyes softening as she gazed at the sadness that fell over Ciri’s face. “Honestly, my little wolf… Look at what you’re putting yourself through. And what you’re putting Cerys through.”

Ciri’s eyes snapped over to her love, watching the look of surprise that overcame her features as she heard her name spoken by the raven-haired sorceress. The red-head shook off her initial surprise and gazed towards mother and daughter.

“Lady Yennefer, with all due respect, I don’t expect Ciri to stop doing what she enjoys.” Cerys spoke, eyes glancing over to Ciri as a small smile came to her face. “If she wants to be a Witcher, then why should I stop her from doing what she loves?”

Yen couldn’t help the soft sigh that passed her lips as she looked between the two young women. As the wounds in Ciri’s side finally healed, Yen pulled her hands away and folded them in her lap, her eyes focused on Ciri’s.

“I love you, my little wolf.” Yen began, gently brushing Ciri’s hair back from her face. “Sadly, you’re too much like your father.” Laughter began to fill the room as the three women sat together. Yen shook her head, tossing her raven locks about her shoulders before she placed a tender kiss to Ciri’s forehead. “Get some rest, my little wolf.”

“I will, mother.” Ciri replied, curling up beneath the blankets before immediately drifting off into deep slumber.

Yen gently pulled the blanket over Ciri’s shoulders as she stood from the bed, smoothing her daughter’s ashen hair back from her face once more. She glanced over to Cerys who still stood near the corner of the bed.

“She’s, unfortunately, quite stubborn… I suppose I’m partly to blame for that.” Yen sighed, a soft smile playing at her lips. Cerys met her eyes. “I entrust her to you.”

“Lady Yennefer…”

“Cerys, please continue to take care of her in my place.” Yen allowed a smile to come freely to her face, giving her a slight glow as Cerys looked at her. “I shall come whenever I am needed, but until that time comes, I place her care in your hands.”

Cerys couldn’t respond. For once, the usually vocal queen of Skellige was speechless. She swallowed the small lump in her throat as she nodded her head at Yennefer. Before she could utter a word, the raven-haired sorceress vanished behind the bedroom door, leaving no trace of her presence other than the clap of thunder as she teleported back to Toussaint.

Cerys sat beside Ciri on the bed, gently taking her love’s hand in her own. She placed a peck to Ciri’s lips, earning a soft smile from the sleeping woman. Her heart warmed at the sight, and she curled in at Ciri’s side, her face inches from her lover’s, as she slowly fell into peaceful slumber.

[marzipanic-bubblegun]

My Secret Santa gift for lovely @arkhaniel!!

[meiko333]

Witcher Aesthetics: Yennefer x Triss

Hey @aroundofgwent ! 

This is kind of a bonus gift for the @witchersecretsanta , enjoy! :)

[deaderthandoubledead]

My part of the @witehersecretsanta gift exchange for @lutysta . The Witcher fam celebrating Christmas Czech style - eating carp with potato salat, drinking ‘Kofola’ and singing carols. Hope you’ll like it even though I’m not really able to do any other style than “chibi” ☺

[witcherislovewitcherislife]

An Old Friend Long Thought Dead for @LisaFlowers

This is my fic written for The Witcher Secret Santa 2018. My giftee was @lisaflowers

I wasn’t too sure of what to write. I originally planned to write a fic involving Avallac’h and Ciri but I was very unsure of how to write that pairing, specifically Avallac’h so instead I went for this. Sorry that it is a bit late. I had some writers’ block with this. I really hope you enjoy! :)

When Ciri took a contract to kill a monster that had taken up residence in an old cemetery, the last thing she expected was to see an old ally. An old friend.

Her travels as a young Witcher had taken her to lands far away. But every Witcher grows tired and weary of the path eventually and needs a break. She had traveled back to Toussaint to visit Geralt and Yennefer in their new estate. But while riding through the vibrant and rich lands, a farmer had stopped and asked for her help. Disturbances had been happening in a nearby cemetery. Strange noises and occurrences had become more and more frequent in the area. And a hooded figure could often be seen coming and going late in the night. The farmer agreed to pay Ciri generously for investigating and taking care of the issue.

Ciri first stopped in a village to properly prepare for the battle that may ensue. She handed off her swords to the blacksmith to have them sharpened and headed into a cute little alchemy shop to resupply her herbs and potions.

As the sun set, Ciri headed back out towards the Mere-Lachaiselongue Cemetery. She arrived just as the sun fell beyond the mountains of Toussaint. Ciri climbed up on a small perch and began to meditate and watch for the hooded figure that she was warned of. With the assistance of the moonlight, Ciri was able to make out a small bat flying towards a crypt. Ciri was quite shocked to see the bat transform before her eyes into a man. She couldn't make out a face but she could faintly see a fang glisten in the moonlight. She stealthily drew her silver sword, freshly coated with vampire oil and closed her eyes. She focused her powers and teleported in front of the creature, pointing the blade at it's chest.

"State your business!" she shouted.

The creature, now clearly a man threw his arms in the air before replying, "Is this how they teach you to greet old friends up at Kaer Morhen?"

The voice sounded familiar to Ciri but she could not pinpoint from where.

"Who are you!?"

"Yes, I suppose you wouldn't remember," the vampire said, offering his hand to shake. "Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy. But you can just call me Regis."

Ciri lowered her sword but her guard stayed up. "W-what? R-Regis? No, you can't be. Regis died. Who are you really, Doppler?"

"It's me, Cirilla. It's Regis. I have been...regenerated. It is quite a complicated story. Please come in and I will explain," he said while gesturing to the entrance.

"Into where? This tomb?"

"Oh! Yes, my apologies. I should explain this first. I've made a little home for myself here. Tensions are high in Toussaint at the moment. Quite a lot of vampire sightings. I figure it best to stay out of everyone's way. What better place to lay low then in a cemetery?"

Ciri was wary but accepted his invitation none the less. She figured she could always teleport out if the need arose.

Regis led her down a stone staircase, past several alcoves, many of which were filled with caskets and cobwebs. "Wow, this place is really to die for," Ciri joked dryly.

"Ha! I see you've Geralt's sense of humor as well."

The staircase led to a large room. The space was dimly lit with old melting candles and bookshelves lined the walls. An apothecary table stood next to an alchemist's stand with a cauldron nearby. Manuscripts and lab notes were posted on the walls. In the corner there was a small bed and bedside cabinet.

"Surely there has got to be better places to hide out then here."

"Maybe so. But I quite like it here. Nice and quiet."

Regis prepared two bottles of mandrake hooch for them and sat at his dining table.

"Mandrake hooch," Regis explained after seeing Ciri's inquisitive gaze. 'Made from the finest mandrake roots Toussaint has to offer. I'd just sip it if I were you. Even Geralt could barely handle it."

Ciri's ears perked up at hearing Geralt's name. "Geralt!? You've seen Geralt? Why had he not informed me that you were alive?"

"Probably didn't deem it important at the moment. We only reunited recently. He has been extremely busy as of late. Well between the hunt for Dettlaff and getting his vineyard up and running. Not to mention all the women he has to deal with. That man brings out fire in women that I have never seen in my hundreds of years alive on this planet."

Ciri could tell that Regis was rambling but hearing him talk about Geralt brought a smile to her face so she simply listened.

"The Duchess and I get along wonderfully for years, Geralt shows up and one week later she is sending the beagles after us. You think after all these years with Yennefer that he would know when to tie his tongue but no. To tell the truth, I quite think he likes being yelled at by beautiful women. A fetish maybe?"

"Okay! Okay!" Ciri chimed in, not wanting to hear about her father's fetishes. She already knew of the unicorn and that was more than she ever needed to know about what goes on in Geralt and Yennefer's bedroom. "I believe you were going to tell me how you came to be alive and well."

"Ah! Yes, my apologies again. I rarely get the chance to speak so freely."

Regis regaled her with the story of his regeneration. He told her of Dettlaff, how he had found Regis' ashes and after much time, energy, and blood had been able to bring Regis back to life.

"I suppose I should thank you. You played a major role in saving Yennefer and I. I truly owe you my life," Ciri said sincerely.

Regis waved her off, "Please, I shall tell you the same thing that I told Geralt. No one twisted my arm. I accompanied Geralt to that castle under my own free will and I would do it again. That is what friends and loyalty are for."

Ciri smiled genuinely at his words before adding, "Still I feel quite bad about it. You lost years of your life. And all the pain.."

"No matter. I am here now and that is what matters."

They clinked their glass bottles together and took a big sip each before Ciri continued on, "So how long have you been back for?"

"I do not know for certain. When you live for hundreds of years, eventually you just stop caring about time."

Ciri nodded and took in his words. The outlook on life for a vampire was much different from her own. She was lost in thought before Regis spoke up again, "You asked me a question, now may I ask you one in return?"

"Of course."

"What were you doing here in the first place?"

Ciri considered her words carefully. Not wanting to offend Regis. "I took a contract from a farmer nearby. Said some strange occurrences had been happening around the cemetery and wanted me to take care of it."

Regis thought on her words before speaking again, "Well, I am glad you were the one to come along. Someone else taking that contract and this night could have taken a very unfortunate turn. I must be more careful with my experiments. Or perhaps it is time for me to move on again."

"Oh no! Don't go. I will inform the farmer that the issue is no more. As long as you don't make too much ruckus you should remain unbothered."

"That is kind of you, thank you. One less mess that I need to clean up."

They talked for many more hours, until Ciri was sure that the sun had begun to come up outside. They talked about their travels and Ciri's great battle against the Wild Hunt and the White Frost. Regis jotted done notes about her experiences. Planning to research them further and expand his education. He told Ciri of the class that he used to teach at Beauclair University and of the class he planned to teach once the University was reopened.

"Well I should be going," Ciri eventually said long after their bottles were empty. "Geralt and Yennefer will be expecting me later today."

"Give them my regards, I must visit soon as well."

"I'm sure they will be glad to hear that you are in good health."

The pair embraced and Regis gave Ciri some concoctions for the road before she set back out.

Ciri informed the farmer that issued the cemetery contract that the threat was taken care of but refused payment. He was confused but Ciri waved him off. Seeing Regis again was more than payment enough.

She continued back on the path. In the large village of Francollarts, Ciri purchased a white mare from a kind woman and named her Kelpie. Giving all of her horses the same name seemed to be another habit that she picked up from Geralt.

Ciri climbed atop her beautiful horse and headed off towards Corvo Bianco. She was extremely excited to reunite with her parents and explore the beautiful Duchy of Toussaint with them further. She also made a note to give Geralt a right hiding for not mentioning Regis was alive.