Witcher Oneshots

Our Sweet Cirilla

Leafs crunch under my boots as I walk through the forest to find Geralt. I'm being lead by one of the camp leader to the hut he is resting in. From what I've been told he is badly injured and nearly died. Lord, I pray he's alright.

I've searched day and night for Ciri. My search, however, has been unsuccessful. I still haven't found our daughter. Our sweet Cirilla had to flee to safety when she and, my love, Geralt were ambushed. He told her to run and she hasn't been seen at all. I dread what has happened to her...

As we reach the hut, the leader leaves me be as I enter the hut. My eyes well with tears as I see my White Wolf laid weak on his bed. I slowly approach and sit on the edge of the bed, next to him.

"Geralt?" I whisper. "Y/n..." He mumbles, dazed. "You came." He mumbles, sitting up. "It's me." I coo, cupping his jaw. He stares at me, looking lost and fragile. I've never seen him like this. I've never seen him so... weak...

He stares at me, silent begging that I have Ciri. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry! I don't have her..." I whisper ashamed. "No." He tells me, trying to sound firm but his voice betrays him. His lips tremble as he holds in his tears. "It's my fault. I let Vilgefortz beat me." He admits. I rub my thumb along his jawline, soothingly.

"I couldn't protect her..." He whispers, his voice shaking. I lean in to him and rest my forehead against his. I let out a soft sob as I close my eyes. "He's destroyed everything I love." I sob.

I can see that Geralt is struggling to stay sat up so I lay him down. "Tissaia... She's gone." I whisper, staring into his golden eyes, still holding his cheek. "I know it's not fair but, I'm so angry with her." I admit, shaking my head.

"Who do we have now?" I ask myself. "They have you, Y/n." Geralt whispers. "I will find Ciri, those Mages can't do this without you." He tells me softly. I let out a soft sob at his reply and nuzzle into his chest. "It's not fair." I mumble into his strong chest.

My hand, still remaining on his cheek, becomes wet with a tear belonging to Geralt. I look up, worried for him. He stares at me and smiles slightly. "I need you to heal me, Y/n." He tells me softly.

"The dryads did what they could, but-" He tells me but I cut him off. "There are some wounds magic can't heal." I warn him. "I know. I will make Vilgefortz pay. And I don't care if he's an emperor. I'll make Emhry pay too." He vows.

"Tell me this isn't the last time I'll see you. Say it." I beg him, staring down at his beautiful eyes. "I need you, Geralt." I whisper. "I need you too, Y/n." He whispers. I nod repeatedly and sit up preparing to heal him.

Geralt lays back, preparing himself for the pain. I begin chanting in Elder and his wound start healing. He holds in a sob as he hits his head off the pillow, multiple times, while his body convulses with pain. He clenches is jaw as he screws his face up. He grunts and groans as my magic works and heals him.

We will find our daughter. No matter the cost...