#threads >> ciri

[gaygayaurel]

Not to be consumed by insanity but the fact people are still like "oh wow jad karadin is so nice girl nice i cant believe lambert would kill him" he was still a slaver and most of his wealth comes from slavery. Literally just pull the trigger. Plus I doubt he really stopped, he just stopped dealing with Hammond in riskier business.

#witcher 3 #Cis het men on witcher reddit cant read <3 #Following the thread witcher #Just fucking let lambert kill the dude i am sooooo srs #The thing is yes lambert is consumed by revenge and murder always thats his default mode of cdprojectred identity since witcher 1 #Bur i fully belueve he should go off here <3 #geralt literally killed random people for less in books and if cahir wouldnt have saved ciri he would of killed him

[nxttheendxfthestxry]

Closed Starter: Going to Be Okay (James/Ciri/Bonuses)

He's through the woods as fast as his legs can carrying him, clearing obstacles including a small flame, coughing but not stopping, never stopping.

He has to find her.

There is no other option.

James coughs as he bursts through the treeline, seeing her, not even seeing the others, running straight up--

Hitting a barrier and backing off slightly, his hand coming to his head, shaking himself off quickly and recovering. "CIRI!"

Cora looks up, alarmed. What the--? She looks to her brothers. Cal looks surprised and a bit confused.

Meredith has her head down, arms curled over her head. She'd stopped crying a long while ago. She didn't have any tears left. She doesn't look up at the cry. She didn't have any hope left, either.

Brandon Breyer glances to his sister and her counterpart, raising an eyebrow. Was that... his uncle, at a younger age?

Maruca's eyes widen and she looks to Atlas. They'd finally made it out here, for all the good it had been. Wylie looks up, lighting up with hope. It had to be, didn't it?

@storystartsanew

#i try i try to be a good kid || james #a fantasy of who you think i'll be || cora #i'm a natural disaster || meredith #seriously i've got this || maruca #i'm definitely in for whatever comes next || wylie #have to have it my way 24 hours a day 'cuz i'm hot like that || caladium #dance with me through the night || ash #trek au || brandon #askstorykidshqevent #event: apocalypse #askstorykidshqapocalypse #&ciri. #&trek!hope. #&atlas. #&loriss / yarrow. #thread: going to be okay

[aamusedly]

@spakona / Ciri .

The name Cirilla stuck in the back of his head like a scab; unmoving, unwilling to drop, but guarding a wound he couldn't entirely see yet. It stuck enough that Crow was beginning to have a hard time focusing elsewhere, though he abandoned distraction fairly quickly.

He had a mission, self-imposed though it was, here in the Milky Way, and now it had a clear direction: to Cirilla Finonna Something Something Ringworm. Or something.

Crow hadn't picked up the fine details of her case, considering he'd left the data in a bit of a rush to avoid another arrest; Asari prisons weren't as fun as the vids from Earth painted them to be. He was more an engineer than he was a tracker, but there was an advantage here, and it came in the form of that buzzing of her name in the back of his head. A connection. A way out. When Crow found himself touching down on the great space station known as the Citadel, his chest felt like it was full of hot air and threatening to rise into the simulated atmosphere with the fake clouds up ahead.

He was excited. He'd only ever dreamed of this, when he closed his eyes and saw stars dancing and beckoning him home.

But that excitement had to be pushed down in favor of something more curated; a neutral expression of someone looking to hire one of the best mercenaries on the station.

A seedy bar-- that felt about right. Something like a club. The dancing lights cast reflections in the blue pallor of his skin, though he was careful to keep his hood and cowl up as he skulked in to look for whoever it was that made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.

#spakona / ciri #Muse: Crow . #Crow: Threads . #Crow: ME AU .

[torntruth]

i  was  gonna  make  some  characters  very  specific  separation  banners....   but  i  feel  like  this  is  too  big.   any  smaller  and  you  wouldn’t  recognize  it’s  corvo  /  emily’s  sword.    it’s  so  plain  but  look  at  this  pretty  little  original  weapon. 

#— ooc ‚ let's go lesbians! #i could probably use ciri's sword for ciri threads too #and that's all my ideas #but too big or who honestly gives a shit

[taleswrittena]

@malumxsubest sent

‘ should the nightmares revisit you, i will be here ’ @ ciri with geralt???

The nightmares have plagued her relentlessly. Usually, it's easy enough to get her to go back to sleep. Geralt promises her he will protect her and she believes him and so her eyes flicker between Geralt and to Amelia.

She is still unsure of what she thinks of Amelia but the woman is clearly powerful and someone that Geralt trusts. Should she trust her too? If Geralt trusts her, perhaps she shouldn't be so cautious.

"I don't want to go back to sleep. The man in the helmet will frighten me."

"Ciri. You need your rest." Geralt says softly, reaching forward to brush a strand of ashen hair out of her face. The smile upon his lips is warm, fatherly, as he brings the woolskin blanket up and over the girl. "We will be right here, protecting you. Both of us."

#i think this is what you meant? #i'm always down to write the two of them together in one thread hell yeah #so feel free to reply! #malumxsubest #ciri interactions #geralt interactions

[firewvlk]

@allxthingsxglxtter​​ (for calanthe)

sparring with calanthe had always been something ciri wanted to experience yet was never allowed to. it was no secret her grandmother sheltered her, but looking back, combat training from the lioness of cintra certainly would’ve made her life easier after cintra’s fall. but the naive child she was then was hardly who she grew up to be, life with witchers and living on the run forced her to grow up quickly and rely on herself. now thanks to this place, she finally had that opportunity. not that she took the sparring that seriously, choosing to instead use her teleporting skills to avoid calanthe’s strikes all together. ❝ oh, don’t look so glum, your majesty, not many can land hits on me. just cheap shots, ❞ she gestured to the large scar beneath her eye, with a hint of a grin, before twirling her sword. plunging zireael into the ground, she leaned against the hilt and softly added, ❝ cintra recovered, eventually. i’m sure you have questions. ❞

#threads: ciri. #allxthingsxglxtter #ciri: calanthe.

[caracarnn-archive]

@starlyht​ 

“Sometimes I think about everything that’s been left behind and wonder how I’ve managed to survive it.” They had met in passing in the last village, she’d been staring at a notice board and he’d been buying some new things for his horse. Something about her had been familiar or maybe he had heard of her. A Witcher. Everyone had heard of those and those seemed far more safe than the Witch Hunters, that he was trying to avoid. He wasn’t sure what he was. He had never been properly trained which meant he wasn’t actually a Mage but - he did know that he was something. “I mean these swords that we have - “ he reached down and touched the sword at his hip. He hadn’t used it really but she seemed to know her way around the one that she wore. “ - they help well enough but...maybe there’s something else that helped you?”

#;starter #;threads #verse ; of monsters & men ; the witcher au #starlyht #ch: cirilla of cintra #i chose ciri if that's alright!

[tornsurvivors]

@torntruth​ sent in; 

The moment seemed slow. The way Ciri's head tilted upwards and bright green eyes meet Kassandra's. Another simple pause before Ciri smiles. She raises her sword, plants it in the ground, uses it to stand up. "I don't get out much anymore, I have a duty to the Empire. Yet, the past couple of times I have been. You were here. What does a Griffin and Werewolf have to do with a stranger like you?" And, as if on cue, there's a howl in the distance.

HAD THEY BEEN TOTAL STRANGERS MEETING FOR THE FIRST TIME, Kassandra would’ve found those green eyes to be... enchanting.  Not that they lost their appeal to her by now, they never had. There’s just more familiarity to them at this moment, it sort of gave her the feeling of home. Old, everlasting friendship-- with the possibility of something more growing under the surface. Lips curl up, lazily, in a shared pleasant smile and Kassandra’s head cocks, just slightly. A hand draping over the hilt of the sword at her hip, and the other tossing the Spear of Leonidas up in the air, and catching. Repeat. Just an absent-minded habit. Before she simply holds it down by her side.

No need to offer Ciri a hand, really. Why would she-- when there’s just something appealing about the ivory-haired Empress using her sword to help herself up. Kassandra’s initial response was a chuckle flowing from her mouth, but before she could give a proper answer... they’re rudely interrupted by the howl and she sighs. Brown eyes flick back to Ciri as she shrugs TOO nonchalantly. Like a veteran hunter not too concerned with the approaching danger.  At least not yet.  “Mm, I suppose we can go find out. Though I have to say, I don’t think they can handle my company.”  Now there’s that trademark confident smirk on her face. 

#KASSANDRA THREADS » malaka! #kassandra rel tag pending: ciri. #torntruth #cross-over verse tbn.

[silcntsinners]

❝i’ve never been here, but i’ve heard stories.❞ (To Myrcella from Ciri )

Her eyes fell on the girl when she spoke, a sweet smiling taking over Myrcella lips. “There are many stories about kings landing, good and bad, it just depends who tells them.” She spoke softly, glancing up at the walls of the red keep. “Would you like to go inside? I can bring you in without a fuss” Myrcella added, her eyes still remaining on the girl. “What stories have you heard? I would love to know the tales you have been told. I have grown up here, the red keep is my home” Myrcella added.

#closed rp #got rp #ciri x Myrcella thread 🪡 #crossover rp

[l0nglives]

um , i don't care what filloni or lucas says , satine & obi-wan were much older than fifteen during the year on the run. unless discussed beforehand , my satine was seventeen & would celebrate her eighteenth birthday two months in. so , yes , teenagers , but not that young.

#𝐇𝐂. . . . satine kryze. #i would love year on the run threads. not even romance bc if romance happened it would NOT happen for a bit bc. #she was INSUFFERABLE & thought he was insufferable. #you know if princess buttercup & sansa stark & ciri & caroline forbes had a love child ? #that would've been satine at seventeen. #(she was also incredibly anxious & insecure & mourning the death of her brother & mother & worried about bo - who was BORN when she was #fifteen - alone with the clan elders & her father.)

[nxttheendxfthestxry]

Closed Starter: Waking Up (Waltz fam/Associates)

Cal had dozed off at one point or another, but he'd woken up somehow looking more tired than he 'd started, sat at his sister's bedside. He pulls a hand through his hair.

Keefe was standing back against the wall, close to Hemlock, but not forcing himself on her space, silently watching Ash, still not entirely sure he knows what's happening.

And there's Ash. Cold and still, laying on her own bed. The injuries healed up, though there's still dried blood in some places on her.

Completely still.

@storystartsanew

#have to have it my way 24 hours a day 'cuz i'm hot like that || caladium #because our family doesn't define who we are || keefe #thread: waking up #&hope. #&ciri. #there must be poison in those fingertips of yours cuz i keep coming back again for more || rotten heart

[theobsidicnstar]

New Tag Dump

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[vtriol]

          ARMS DRAPE AROUND HIS NECK.   they pull him closer, lightly trailing their nails over and over the scars on his chest. it’s a rare moment of calm, when neither of them have work and both are finished with their more... unsavory obligations. geralt came home sore and covered in blood, a sight thana doesn’t blink at. him coming home was enough. so they lead him to the bathroom, undressing him on the way and making a mess of their hallway, but bringing him into the warm bath already drawn.  ❛ i’ll be less mad about you missing date night if you wash my hair for me. after we wash the blood off. ❜  deciding on mercy for now (they could be a nice partner when they want to be!), thana presses a kiss to his jaw, holding back a whine about that beard is too scratchy sometimes.  ❛ so... did the lead work out? ❜

@fatedriven: starter.

#fatedriven #thread. #vigilante. #THIS IS LIKE 4 MONTHS LATE BUT HI :) #inspired by art you reblogged forever ago of bloody geralt taking a bath #plus some Angst about ciri still missing<3

[bluedillylee]

previous seasons relationship summary

we’re really hitting the polyamorous vibes hard with my fav trio this season-love that for them

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[ID: Geralt and Jaskier are holding Yennefer’s hands as she explains their relationship. Vespula and Radovid are hanging off Jaskier. Sabrina, Phillipa and Trish’s heads are above Yennefer connected by sexual tension threads. Sabrina is connected to Marti, Phillipa is connected to her Redanian lover and Dijkstra and Triss is connected to Istredd. Istredd is connected to Yennefer as exes and to Geralt with sexual tension. Off to the left is Vilgefortz connected to Geralt with a fuck/kill thread.

Geralt is saying “Jaskier calls me the family goat❤️”

Yennefer is saying “OK so Geralt and I are in love and raising Ciri together. Jaskier is our babysitter and also my husband. Geralt and Jaskier are best friends and I have sexual tension with every sorceress I know. Vespula/Jaskier are ‘it’s complicated’ and Radovid/Jaskier have a fraught and possibly doomed romance going on.”

Vespula is saying “Hi spoon guy”

Jaskier is saying “don’t you dare bring up crushes!

Radovid is saying “haha I think I’m going to have a breakdown 👑” end ID]

#the witcher #witcher s3 spoilers #witcher netflix #geraskefer #geralt #yennefer of vengerberg #jaskier #radskier #vespkier #Jaskpula #vilgefortz #sabrina glevissig #phillipa eilhart #triss merigold #marti sodergren #sigismund dijkstra #Istredd

[srapsodia]

Commission for @witcherplease of Ciri and Jaskier, based on their fic Following The Thread 💜

#the witcher #the witcher fanart #my art #raps commissions #thank you again for commissioning me! ;v; 💛

[caffieneaddictt18]

Of Hearts and Swords

Premise: Reader drives Geralt crazy. Good crazy. He is drunk on the love they share and is completely and utterly infatuated with her. He would do anything for her. The moment she asks him for anything, to getting bread from the market to killing a man, he will do it for her. Anything for his she-wolf.

Playlist is by harleycao here on Tumblr

Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4F3ldBxx0Da1SPlcmgu61H?si=9zbz8tnlQYaLXZWb8IWbLg

As you, Geralt, Jaskier and Ciri make your way to the next town, you start to notice Ciri growing tired and falling behind.

"Ciri!" You stop and beckon the girl over. Ciri stops and looks at you before running to you and your stallion, Orpheus, a gift from Geralt.

"Is something wrong?" Ciri looks concerned. Her hand rests on the hilt of her sword and a stony look starts to set into her eyes.

"Nope. Just figured you would want to ride Orpheus," You say and slide down for Ciri to mount him, "so hop on." You try to help Ciri get onto the saddle but fail, as she is now a strong young lady.

You turn to Geralt, who you see is also stopped and staring at you, making sure you are okay. "Geralt, dear, will you please help Ciri into the saddle?" You politely ask your husband.

Geralt, as though he had already heard your question before you said it, got off of Roach and quickly got to you, gently laying his hand on your hip. "Of course, darling."

Geralt, as a Witcher, does not take much effort to do anything except kill monsters, so lifting Ciri is like holding a couple of grapes.

However, he knows you... He knows you watch him. He knows you like to admire your husband... And he will gladly appease. So, even if Ciri feels as light as a feather, he flexes his arms while lifting her and making it look effortless.

As he situates Ciri on the saddle, he glances at you to see you watching him in rapture with a flush on your cheeks. He smirks while finishing strapping her into saddle.

Once he is done, he gives you a look of burning passion and struts toward you before scooping you up in a tight hold before sitting you on Roach. "Are you stable?"

You reach out and place a gentle hand on his cheek, "I am very stable, my darling. Thank you."

Geralt takes your hand and gently kisses it, before taking Roach's reins and leading the way to the nearest town. ______________________________________________________________

As Geralt leads the group into the market, with you perched on his horse, he can't help but think of a time where you two met. It seemed to happen not so long ago...

Geralt was hired as a king's escort for a war. Another stupid war... but it's good money.

Not nearly good enough for some of the shit he does for these bastards but good enough..

"Geralt!" A king beckons the man with white hair over. Geralt trudges over. "Our war advisor will be coming today to assist. If you have any questions or need anything, she is the one to ask." The old king claps Geralt on his shoulder.

She? Who could this 'she' be? He has never heard of a woman war advisor.

Then the clopping of hooves fell upon his ears. Geralt turns around, prepared for a fight, just to let his hand fall from his sword.

A woman was riding this horse. A horse of pure-blooded war and terror, but a soul of harmony and immenseness sits upon it.

A woman... bearing a symbol of a star encircled in a ring of metal, carrying two swords on her back and in a suit of armor seemingly not from this sphere. Her armor was a cloth, but it seemed to be threaded with a strong fiber-like metal.

As she approached, Geralt could see where else the encircled star was branded upon her, as if she owned the symbol. On her swords, the symbol was on the hilts. All her jewelry carried the symbol. It seemed to hang around her as much as she seemed to own it.

"Lord Lokinafir, I apologize for my tardiness. I was scoping out the lay of the land to get a better understanding of our situation." The woman dismounted from her horse and strode confidently towards the king. She bowed with a slight curtsy, resting her balance on the tips of her toes behind her.

"Of course, War Advisor. Would you like a map to draw out the lay of the land?" The king seemed to be eating out of her hand, even kissing her hand politely. He didn't even bother with the inappropriate flirting.

"No need, sire. I have something better." The woman smirked and waved her hand. A map of the land, complete with actual ridges and hills, spread out upon all of them. On each side of the map were the two armies, colored in red and white while the map was colored green.

"Soldiers!" Her voice seemed to boom and call attention to the mass of men, all with pent up testosterone and a thirst for blood, "Come!"

Her voice beckoned them to come surround the map and pay attention, even through the red haze of blood thirst. "This is the land we are fighting on. While we are at a slight disadvantage because of their size of army, we have the advantage of the land. That is all we need for a great offense. And the best offense comes with a greater defense." The map spun right in front of Geralt eyes and he faintly saw the symbol again on her palm and under the map before it faded to almost nothing. When he looked at it again, the land had changed. Their side was filled with rocks and had fallen at the opposing army's feet.

"While they stumble over themselves trying to climb out of the rocky terrain they will face, we come over our side of the hill and lie in wait with our swords pointed towards them..." The map changed again. The red soldiers had climbed over each other and finally over the rocks, while the white army laid in wait just at the middle to the bottom of the hill holding their spears towards the slope, "they run and with their momentum, impale themselves!" Suddenly, some of the reds started charging down the hill while the whites ran through the red soldiers with their spears, backed by other white soldiers to prevent themselves from falling and hurting anyone else.

"While they stall at the top of the hill, unsure of where to go, we volley them with catapults and mortars. Archers, this is where you are needed." People from the top of the hill the white soldiers have to climb over are catapults and mortars being fired off, killing most of the red soldiers. Archers back the mortar and catapults up, at least injuring the rest, causing a pitiful retreat from the red soldiers.

As she dissolves the map, Geralt knew...

He had to get to know you. ______________________________________________________________

You look back upon Jaskier, who mounted your horse once you also noticed him limping from blisters on the backs of his heels, and Ciri, hoping nothing has gone wrong. As far as you can tell, everything seems to be fine.

This immensely pleased you.

You looked upon your husband, dutifully scanning for any threat to your little family and leading the way.

"Geralt." You get the Witcher's attention as he still guides Roach and in turn guides Ciri, who is riding Orpheus. "Would you like to join me on Roach?"

"Do you want me there?" A deep, soft and gruff voice permeates the air and settles deep in your chest.

You take in a deep breath and nod, seeing a flash of yellow; knowing he is watching you. Your reaction. Your responses.

Geralt swiftly made his way to the saddle and mounted gracefully, with you still in the front, but now he has taken the reins.

On the ride to the town, Ciri asks Jaskier, "So... how did they meet?"

"Why are you asking me?" Jaskier questions Ciri. The girl is like a daughter to Geralt and Y/N. They'll tell her, anyways.

"You know everything about Geralt, don't you? You're the bard." Ciri accentuates, desperate for answers, tries to fluff Jaskier's feathers and get him to tell her.

Jaskier, feeling his ego grow, smirks and says, "You want to know how it goes? Fine." Her acts all perturbed at her poking but really is excited to tell a story.

"During a battle that no one has heard of, she showed up like a goddess riding on the wind. Geralt was immediately enraptured by her...

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"You're a mage." Geralt bluntly remarks, walking up the woman preparing her steed for battle.

She pauses. "Yes. And what of it?" The woman resumes brushing her horse.

"Well why not be safely in a castle? Tending to a king and being an advisor?" Geralt, not understanding the complexity of mages, asks.

"It wasn't for me. Besides, this is better money." The woman smiles and moves towards the head of her horse.

"You wouldn't need money if you were a mage for a king. What do you mean 'better money'?" Geralt is so confused. Why would she get paid? Are mages paid? Are some unpaid?

"I mean 'better money'. Mages do get paid, but it is typically a little amount because it is expected of them to live in the castle with the king and for the king to care for their mage, like a pet." The woman spat out the word 'pet' like it was sour.

"Ok... So if you didn't want to become a mage, why didn't you become a town healer? It's safer than this will ever be." Geralt rolls his eyes, not understanding this womans logic.

"Town's still get trampled over, plus as a mage, I could be chased out of town despite being there with all good intentions and purpose;" The woman looks longingly out at the soon-to-be battlefield, "War never goes out of style. After all..." Y/N looks dead into Geralt's yellow eyes, causing him to shiver, "everybody wants to rule the world."

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...and that day, she won the battle. Her horse died as a result, but Geralt offered for her to travel with him. He used the excuse of strategy, but he really just had developing feelings for her and didn't know how to express them. A few months later, Geralt had saved enough money from constantly killing monsters and bought her Orpheus. They kind of became a couple over time, and without notice. She has Geralt wrapped around her finger, and he would do anything for her." Jaskier finished his story, just glad he remembered the important bits.

"That's it?!" Ciri almost shouted. Jaskier was quick to shush her.

"Ciri, dear, are you okay?" Ciri could hear Y/N call from Roach. Geralt was glancing over his shoulder at the two, like he knew something was going on.

Jaskier gave Ciri a look before taking his hand away from her mouth, but not before she licked his hand, causing the bard to cringe at the ickiness. Geralt smirked at the scene.

"Just fine, Y/N! Jaskier is just telling me stories about you and Geralt." Ciri elbows the bard. 'Well played, kid.' Jaskier gives Ciri's under-the-bus throw a thought before smiling and agreeing.

"Which stories? We have lots~" Y/N's smirk can be heard from her voice.

"Just on how you two met. But I'm pretty sure he butchered it a bit, so can we trade, and you can tell me stories about you and Geralt?" Ciri smirks, looking at Jaskier. She knows Geralt would never let Jaskier even touch Roach.

"Are you okay with that, Darling?" Y/n leans into Geralt's firm chest, a feeling he secretly loves and will never tell anyone.

It is, however, apparent, as there was one time Jaskier tried to do a dance thing and fell into Geralt as to which the Witcher promptly stood the man on his feet.

A woman on the street once shoved Y/N out of the way to get to Geralt, and 'tripped', subsequently leading to her falling onto Geralt's chest. He swiftly moved to catch Y/N while pushing the woman away. Geralt didn't let Y/N walk anymore that day. Said that 'the hazard of tripping was too high'. Really, he just wanted to feel her against him.

Geralt looks at her and nods, knowing full well that he won't let Jaskier get on Roach. "Do it quick. We are losing daylight." Geralt said as he slows and pulls Roach to a stop.

Geralt hops off first and assists Y/N, helping her get off Roach and on Orpheus. Jaskier was quick to jump off Orpheus to avoid accidentally getting pushed off by Y/N.

As Y/N settled into Orpheus, Geralt strapped her in to make sure she fall off. Once he was content with it, he looked at her. "Thank you, my Darling." Y/N puts a soft hand to his face and gently thumbs his cheek.

Geralt smiles softly before heading back to Roach and giving Jaskier a glare when the bard tries to mount Roach. Jaskier purses his lips and backs off, submitting to his fate of walking.

"Can you tell me the story of how you and Geralt met?" Ciri, eyes shining in anticipation of heroic stories and funny tales of her father figure.

"Well, honey-girl, once upon a time..." Y/N's voice fades into the distance, away from the ears of squirrels and birds. Where the trees part and give way to civilization. "Seems we were closer than we thought." Y/N shrugs and gets off Orpheus, leading the stallion to the closest inn. "Maybe another time, dear." Y/N helps Ciri down and kisses her head softly before following Geralt into the inn for three rooms.

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Author's Cup of Tea:

So... tell me what y'all think. Even if you think it's bad, tell me what you did or didn't like. But for every bad there must be a good. please.my fragile heart cant handle it.

Have a great night/day!

#caffies #x reader #witchcraft #witches #witch reader #pagan!reader #geralt of rivia x reader #geralt of rivia x you #geralt x reader #geralt x you #geralt x witch!reader #hecate #magick #magic #witch #occult #the witcher