π—ͺπ—”π—Ÿπ—žπ—œπ—‘π—š π—ͺπ—œπ—§π—› π—ͺπ—œπ—§π—–π—›π—˜π—₯𝗦 | cirilla of cintra
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  • Reads 11,638
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  • Parts 15
  • Time 2h 28m
Ongoing, First published Dec 20, 2021
Mature
π—ͺπ—”π—Ÿπ—žπ—œπ—‘π—š π—ͺπ—œπ—§π—› π—ͺπ—œπ—§π—–π—›π—˜π—₯𝗦

- Akrylli of Bantrear 



The white haired girl appeared suddenly, first in her visions then physically at the side of Geralt. It hit Kryl without warning, and her hand was the one that pulled her back up. 



Sadly, this is based on the show as thats all i've seen of the Witcher - I apologise if that's frustrating, pls lmk if there is anything u want changed or done, I'm open to suggestions :) 


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The Witcher Fanfic

fem OC x Cirilla | Geralt x Yennefer | Jaskier is all alone cause he's low-key gay | Triss is an icon | oc and ciri have a hard time 


started: 20/12/21
ended: idk yet


tags : 
#3 witchers 
#2 witcher
#1 ciri
#1 cirilla 


! swearing (lots of it)
! battles
! injuries
! sexual indications (not 100%) 
! mention of sh
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Afraid Not

2 parts Complete Mature

"If we are to use you as bait to lure our possessed Witcher here to Kaer Morhen, do you understand what that entails?" Jaskier nods, but he remains quiet. A slight tremor works its way into his right hand, and Yennefer smirks at its appearance. The sorceress scoffs faintly, and she approaches him. There is something in her violet eyes, like a spark that proceeds the wildfire it causes as she comes close, her voice growing low and sharp. "He will hunt you," Yennefer whispers, as though she is reciting some sort of spell, bewitching as she is sardonic, "You cannot hide from him. You cannot outrun him. You cannot overpower him." Jaskier swallows, but he does not waiver. Not even as Yennefer begins to circle him. Despite the tears in her dress and the dirt that clings to her form, she remains as entrancing as ever. It's as though she's a fever dream Jaskier can only spot from the corners of his eyes. Her words come to Jaskier like a mirage, a silhouette muddled in fog. The only solid sensation coming from her being the race her words bring to his heart. "You will be at the Witcher's mercy." That should scare Jaskier. But it doesn't.