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winters-mistress · 2 months

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The Bloody Princess

"She's still weak," Yennefer says, standing up and turning towards Geralt. "dangerous to move her."

"I am still here, you know." The girl spits bitterly from her place upon the bed. But the cannot dispute the accusation of weakness, being so pale and brittle and bloody.

The two look at her. "We know, and we're trying to find a way to help you heal." Geralt rumbles, but he doesn't walk towards the girl, given the anger in her eyes. Her expression is all Calanthe.

"Am I supposed to be greatful that you've decided not to go away and fuck each other in my time of need, again?" she spits, scowling. "And that goes for you, too, by the way. Don't think I don't know where you were last night when you were supposed to be protecting me, who you were with, who sent those men for me." Ciri looks at Jaskier, who has the decency to look ashamed, sitting on the floor with his head down.

"I know. And I'm sorry. We let you down." Jaskier says, his voice low. "All of us."

"Indeed you did." she glares, but she can't find the energy to muster up any more anger or resentment. Her side hurts too much, she's lost too much blood that too many people find valuable.

After shit had hit the fan in Thanedd, both Yennefer and Geralt had been forced to make the journey on foot to get back to Loxia. Yennefer couldn't risk portalling them and risking being found via magical tracing, and there was nothing left in the stables apart from hay and horse shit by the time the squirrels and Redania had ambushed.

Their hearts were racing, chests heaving when they finally made it back to Ciri and Jaskier, but the sights that befell them couldn't have been what they had been expecting.

Twenty seven bodies baring the Redanian flag had been laying on the ground, as well as a snivelling Crown Prince who had quickly been sucked away by a portal, no doubt by the Owl herself. Ciri had been on her knees, shaking and bleeding and pale, with Jaskier coming out of hiding behind the second little cottage.

The girl had barely set her eyes upon them before her bloody side had forced her onto the ground, eyes rolling back in her head. Jask had squealed as he managed to catch her from hitting her head, while Yennefer had ripped Ciri's gillet and tunic away, leaving her only in her chest band, to reveal the bloody wound.

Geralt had growled loudly when he saw the state of the injury. Deep and long, made from a fine, sharp blade. He could clearly see a deep gash, at least 12 inches in length running diagonally from her right side to her upper abdomen. Ciris tattered had been used to dab at the blood, trying to get a better sight of her injury. Once he'd cleared away some of the blood, he was able to see that the wound was extremely deep and had penetrated through the layers of skin and fat and had exposed the muscles of the abdominal wall, straight to the bone. He can see her fifth and sixth ribs, and the sight makes him sick.

Geralt's idea of Philippa's fog having some anti-magical properties proves fruitful as Yennefer tries and fails to heal the wound, again and again and again until she's simply giving energy she doesn't have. A glass jar of picked cabbage had been the sacrifice to the sorceress' temper, she had screamed and punched the thing with such force it went flying, smashing into the kitchenette area.

With her own knuckles bloody, they sew her wound closed after reliving Geralt of any and all vials of clensing tonics, pouring half down her throat and half over her wound. Her wound is bandaged now, as tight as they can make it without cutting off precious blood flow, and Ciri was now awake. And she was not happy with them.

"Where can we go, to get her healed?" Yennefer asks, folding her arms around her ribcage. Perhaps to hide her hand, perhaps to guard herself form unpleasant memories, perhaps to keep her stomach contents on the inside.

"The temple?" Geralt suggests. "Nenneke took a shine to her when we were there last."

Yennefer flinches at the memory of that place as if his words had struck her across the face. The manipulation, the betrayal, it was too much to bare.

"And then what?" Ciri asks. "Lay in wait like sitting ducks, waiting for Vilgefortz or Rience to come for me? Again? Or what? Get me out of the way for more bedsport?"

"Ciri, for the love of gods, we aren't sex crazed maniacs. We're trying to protect you after failing, trying to make it right. I think Geralt can agree with me that you mean more to us than we mean to each other." Yennefer turns to her.

Geralt nods silently, his eyes intently locking on her. Jaskier looks at her silently, for once.

She huffs. "Making up for something you did wrong doesn't make what you did right. Healing a cut doesn't make the scar go away." She reaches over and winces at the feeling of her wound, grasping for the cup of water on her bedside. "But, even the temple is the best course of action, how are we going to get there? Yennefer can't portal, the horses are across the sea, and the chain ferry is probably long lone, and even of it was, its a stones throw away from the island, with soldiers and rebels surrounding that itself. So, tell me, what's the plan?"

Geralt huffs, shaking his head. Jaskier looks back down again.

"You." Yennefer says.

"Of course it is." Ciri rolls her eyes.

"You can portal us there. You didn't use a spell to get us out of the other sphere. You didn't use a spell to get us across that broken bridge." Yennefer explains. "I know they'll instantly track me if I use my magic, but you and yours? I'm not so sure."

"Yen, she can't." Geralt takes her wrist. "She can't even stand up, let alone portal four people miles away. You said it's dangerous to move her."

"Do you have a better idea, witcher? It's only a matter of time before Redania, Vilgefortz or a greedy commoner sees us. We need to leave this place, we need to get Ciri help. And we can't do anything to help her standing here bickering." she huffs. "Radovid will tell phillipa where we are and the fact that Ciri's here, and killed almost thirty guards by herself when they tried to take her by force, he even distracted Jaskier by fucking him and waited until the spell wore off to let them know she was alone and vulnerable. Phillipa or Dikstra or some other Redanian will find us sooner or later, they already know where Ciri is. And when she or the guards don't show up wherever the meeting point was, they will come for her again. I can't do magic right now, and you only have two hands to kill however many there are. This is the only way to save her."

"Can you even do that laying down?' Jasmier asks, his voice quiet. He probably still suffers with his heartbreak, poor thing. "Those times, you were standing and healthy. Now? You're neither of those. And don't think of standing up. You could rip your stitches."

"Don't tell me what to do or treat me like I'm stupid or like a child." Ciri growls. "May I remind you all that I'm only in this position, in this part of the fucking continent because of you lot? And now I have to save your arses because of your mistakes and misguided hospitalities?"

A silence flows over the small cottage.

"Yeah." Geralt whispers. "Yeah."

"Is that all you can say?"

"What do you want me to say?"

"That you're sorry! That you won't put her in front of me, because if you haven't noticed, every time you do, shit happens to me! In the temple, in Cintra, at the festival and now this. Have you not noticed by now?"

"Uh-"

"Ciri, stop. We don't have time for any of this. We can fight out our issues when we're in a safe place and you aren't in a deathly state. Now, can we please all shut the fuck up and work on a way that gets us all out of here?"

Ciri silences, licking her lips. Her head falls back into the pillows.

"I don't know how it happens." she whispers. "Sometimes it happens, sometimes it doesn't when I do the same things each time. I think of a place, and all of a sudden I'm there. In Cintra by the river, in the sphere to Kaer Morhen, that's how it happened. But-"

"No buts. Just try. Because we don't have another option. Get us out of here, Cirilla."

Ciri closes her eyes, and pictures Nenneke. The temple and its pretty architecture. Jarre and the mazes of corridors, the candles and the sweet tea. Nenneke's grin when she forces Geralt to dig up root vegetables, claiming a sore back. Jarre's flushed face when he looked at her, and Geralt's murderous frown when he took sight of it. The sweet smell that the incence gave off, the pink smoke and the comfy beds and the hearty helpings and the clean clothes and hot baths and-

She lands on the marble floor with a choked gasp. She gasps for air, winded, feeling the blood seep from her side once more. She heaves for breath, opening her mouth to cry out, but a voice interrupts.

"Geralt! What's happened?'

"She's hurt, Nenneke. She needs help." Her body is grabbed and hauled into thick arms. She looks up at Geralt with wide eyes, seeing Yennefer a few feet behind them, rushing over, Jaskier's wide blue eyes. She writhes in pain, feeling her wrappings quickly become damp with blood.

"She was attacked in Loxia, and-"

"Why are you just standing there, boy? Get to the infirmary, you fool!"

And Geralt takes off in a flash of black and white. Ciri cries out at being jostled about, but a bitter tonic is forced down her throat and everything becomes hazy.

"Don't fight it, Ciri. You don't have to. Just sleep, you'll be better when you wake."

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yelenasgreenvest · 10 months

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Found Family Oneshot (Witcher Tv Series)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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