#ciri x reader

[fandomnerd9602]

Ciri notices Y/N as they approach with Geralt…

Ciri: who’s this?

Geralt: (Y/N) they’ll be traveling with us for awhile

Y/N: I hope you don’t mind, miss

Ciri: (purrs) not at all

[cherrybomb61]

Me liking ciri from the Witcher fanart even tho I don’t play the game

[radfemsevika]

ciri x reader x cerys

a.n: firstly im OVULATING. secondly actual smut is coming. some day. i hope soon

summary: reader is cerys' lover, ciri is cerys' best friend. why not let your girlfriend and bestie become close too?

"i want you to meet someone" you hear giggles behind the door.

it's cold. your clothes are too light for the skellige winter but it's the best you have for the occasion. the ivory fabric of your nightgown is feather-like so you don't feel it on your body. the robe is dark red — color of the an craite clan — with rich fancywork created, like the rest of the outfit, by the most skilled hands in ofir. and despite the cold you can only feel excitement and anticipation, dressed like a royal present. which you are.

the handle turns and the door swings open, letting in the gust of wind, that moves the hem of your dress and tickles your ankles, and the two people you've been waiting for so long.

"look at her" cerys immediately leaves ciri's side and moves your way, her pupils already blown wide, eyes hungry. the queen is drunk, they both are, but to the point that she needs. you know cerys was slightly nervous to invite ciri to her- your shared chambers.

ciri's reaction is slow, you think she still haven't noticed you because her mind is foggy and your body, though it's not small, is covered with cerys' figure, the woman doesn't want to leave your side. you stand up from your seat and gently move cerys out of the way.

"ah!" ciri finally sees you and her reaction is so cute it brings a soft smile to your lips. her expression changes as she makes a right conclusion why she's here.

"we've met briefly, lady cirilla-" you come closer with the same smile but ciri's senses feel danger. she met enough people like you and knows they bite the hardest if they want to.

"-but i'd be happy if you let my queen help us to get closer"

ciri's eyes are now full off the same hunger that cerys gave you. her gaze roams your body, trying to decide where she need to put her hands first, and stops for too long at your hardened nipples that you can't and don't want to hide from either of them.

she playfully scrunches her nose and smirks. "please, just "ciri" is fine. easier to say again and again"

you don't touch her. instead you turn back to cerys with a silent question.

"so it's a yes then" she says excited and her tone makes you giggle.

"come" she stretches her arms — one to your side, the other to ciri's — and waits when you take it.

ciri joins you and scoffs. "if that's why you begged me to stay for the winter"

"someone begged me to beg you" you don't shy away when cerys says it and ciri looks at you again. why be embarrassed when you already know ciri is eager to have you.

"winters can turn dull on skellige" is your only response.

[sophiemariepl]

Somebody hold me

I am actually writing a fanfiction about Baldwin IV and Ciri from the Witcher novels

Omg omg what is even happening to me

[islayhawkin]

Cirilla Riannon x sister! Autistic! Reader headcanons

Request: Can you write some HCs for bring Ciri’s (whichever 3) autistic sister please? Just wondering what their dynamic would be like?

A/N: I can only speak for my own experience so i hope mine isn't too far from yours. I tried to keep the backstory of reader kinda neutral.

Ciri is very protective. Whether or not she's the older or younger one. No one messes with her family. She lost so many people she's not ready to lose you.

But she can be harsh and hurt you unwillingly. She was trained at Kear Morhen and spent much of her life surrounded by witchers. She was taught how to fight and bite back but her training lacked human emotions. Especially if you react emotionally to things that aren't a big deal to her doesn't she know how to comfort you. In fact, she doesn't understand a lot of your views which sometimes leads to small arguments or hurt feelings.

She tries to do her best though. Observes all your quirks and stands up for your needs. Will drag anyone to the side and threaten them if they deny you something you need. The witchers at kaer morhen all had their scolding from her already and hold their hands up innocently whenever you are disstressed.

Doesn't mean that you're the damsel in distress though. You and ciri are sisters after all. You throw out the truth in peoples face. Which can be offensive or brutal but well...it is true. More than one time did you say stuff that would be considered scanalizing between the townswomen out in public. And very loudly. Ciri loves it and whatever warrior boys decided to join you in the tavern will hollor impressed with laughter.

Ciri doesn't shy away from being direct either but rather makes sarcastic jokes and comments. If you don't understand them she'll explain it to you in a whisper.

To put it simply: the people learned to stay out of your and ciris line of trouble.

Ciri drags you out of your comfort zone A LOT. The life she lives (or is forced to live) isn't excactly comfortable. Everything in her life is changing constantly. Always on the run or traveling across the continent on the next quest to save a friend. You struggle a lot with that and often choose to not accompany her and stay at kaer morhen to try and build some kind of routine with the witchers.

But if you both happen to have a semblance of a normal day she'll try to convince you to come with her to the tavern, join a horse race or search for a monster. You are kept on your toes.

In social settings this ease and confidence can seem annoying to you sometimes when all the attention is always on her. It's not her intention but it's just the way she is. The special child with the talent. Her importance can make you feel unseen.

But your differences complement eachother greatly. You think before you act. A bit too much sometimes. And ciri acts before thinking. You can see the world in childlike wonder while she sees the gruesome side and doesn't believe in great love and such. She goes seemingly with ease in the world while you struggle with everything outside your four walls. So she's able to help you in the outside world while you are able to pull her down from the high of her adventure.

So you're an amazing team. If it's working together in their personal life or for a quest. You balance eachother out. You note things she doesn't through your hightend sensibility of senses while she gets the bigger picture.

[cas-kingdom]

PLS. GERALT TEACHING AKELA TO ICE SKATE 😩

Find the OC version of this fic here.

The air had been cold all morning, but somehow it was more so as you looked out across the frozen lake. Giggles carried towards you by the wind, soft laughter and teasing remarks from Ciri as she taught Yennefer to ice skate. One part of you longed to go and join them, but the other—

"Y/N."

You glanced over your shoulder. Geralt leant against the axe he'd been cutting wood with. His head tilted, one hand at his hip, he offered a knowing smile. "You can join them, you know."

He had already told you as such, so he knew you knew. Nonetheless, stubbornness ran through your veins like blood, and when your mind was set on something, it was set in stone. Though, Geralt had always considered himself adept at breaking that stone. He had an axe now, after all.

You sniffed and brushed your hair behind your ears, a useless act considering the winter breeze. You turned back to the lake and watched as Yennefer yelled out and slipped, grabbing onto Ciri with a flurry of giggles.

You were long over your aversion to the princess's relationship with Geralt, but this...feeling you had towards Ciri and Yennefer was unfamiliar and unanticipated. The two were obviously close. Ciri seemed to have that effect on people.

"No," you said eventually, "it's alright. Ciri has my skates, anyway."

Geralt shrugged. He dropped the axe and walked towards the lake. "We don't need skates. Come." He stopped by the bank and reached a hand behind him expectantly. When you didn't grasp it, he turned to see you stood in the same spot, unblinking. Geralt dropped his arm and sighed. "Y/N, you love to skate. Come here."

You didn't vocally decide not to listen, but Geralt was well versed in the behaviour of the girl he'd raised. When you crossed your arms over your chest, not defiantly, more unwillingly, he dropped his arm and let a small smile slip onto his face.

"You remember when I first taught you to skate?" he asked, stepping one foot on the lake. He tested it, his boot slipping easily across the smooth surface. "You were four."

You couldn't help but breathe a short laugh. "You mean I taught you."

The Witcher stepped onto the lake, using his arms for balance. He skidded a bit, then turned to face you. "I slipped over once," he reminded you.

"And used four-year-old me to keep you up."

Geralt hummed morosely. Admittedly, that had not been his finest moment. Still. He reached his arm out again and opened his hand. "If you are so good, come and prove it."

There was no hint of competitiveness in his voice, just a discreet encouragement, and you took it with a long sigh and a reluctant smile, trudging over to him and taking his hand. He helped you onto the lake, allowing you to grip his sleeve as you found your footing, and noted fondly that said grip did not slacken even as you both slid slowly along the outskirts of the lake.

Ciri and Yennefer were still far out in the middle, slipping and tripping and laughing until their hearts' content. Somehow, Geralt doubted you wanted to be close to them right now, and not because of your refusal to leave the safety of the lake's edge. He wouldn't discuss it with you until he felt you needed it. He had an idea of what was bothering you, but as long as it wasn't dispiriting you as much as it had when your disapproval had surrounded him, he was sure it would fix itself.

You let go of his sleeve eventually, eyes fixed on the ice as you slid along it. Geralt turned so he was gliding backwards, hands at the ready in case his apparently oh-so-professional child needed some support. You were determined, though, your lack of skates doing nothing to thwart you, and Geralt felt himself relaxing and enjoying the—

"Oh, fuck." The moment he took a single wrong step, everything went to shit. Balance long forgotten, Geralt went into panic mode, arms pinwheeling, feet fighting for traction. You panicked too at first, instinctively attempting to launch forward to catch him lest he fall straight forward, but when you figured out he was in no imminent danger, you straightened with a snort.

"Geralt, you—Geralt—Geralt, you're making it worse!" Your words arrived between barrels of laughter as Geralt continued in the reclamation of his balance. He looked like a newborn deer, its long legs unused to the ground beneath it. You had tears in your eyes and when a burst of hysterics echoed across the lake, you realised Ciri and Yennefer had noticed the spectacle too.

Your laughter died when Geralt did indeed fall forward, though from the look on his face you were sure it was purposeful. Before you could utter a single squeal of anticipation, he lunged towards you, grabbing your shoulders and pushing you down beneath him as he fell. His hands went behind your head to shield the impact but the wind was knocked from you all the same, even more so when the Witcher's tickling hands found your sides.

"Hey!" You could feel the laughter-induced tears on your cheeks freezing, the harsh wind almost as cold as the ice beneath you. Geralt made quick work of boxing you between his arms, poking and prodding and scribbling his fingers across every spot he knew you possessed.

"You may be better than me at ice skating," he ground out breathlessly, "but here is something I will always best you at."

"Stop ihit, you bihig lump!" You pushed at his face and Geralt grunted with his newly blocked vision. Seconds later, a heavy force ploughed into his back and he was knocked off course.

"Attack!" Ciri yelled. She grabbed piles of snow from the bank and shoved as much as her hands would allow down his jacket.

Geralt howled. "Fucking fuck, Cirilla!"

Yennefer leaned down and extended an arm towards you, still on your back and struggling for breath. You hesitated but took it. You stood up slowly, slipping once or twice, but made it safely into Yennefer’s arms. Yennefer held you close, a grin on her face as she watched the princess and the Witcher wrestle, and you found yourself leaning into her. Yennefer leant her chin on your head, and you relaxed. As always, there was never a need to worry.

Your family was too tight-knit to ever leave anyone out.

Witcher Masterpost

[bumblesimagines]

“ i'm extremely okay with this. “

- Ciri

“ i'm extremely okay with this. “

pronouns for y/n: he/him/his, male reader

Smoothing out the wrinkles on her dress, Ciri swept her gaze over those present. The Belleteyn festival. A chance for Ciri to feel normal again, to forget her worries for a night. All she felt was giddiness as she took in the lively attendees and listening to the music playing. She kept her mask close to her face and hoped nobody would recognize her.

Geralt and Yennefer's eyes bore into her back as she strode through the festivities, gaze bouncing around in order to soak everything in before they'd eventually be forced to go back out on the road in search of a new place to call home. She smiled and laughed at the performances, finally being able to enjoy herself. She turned to glance back at Geralt and Yennefer, shoulder bumping against someone and she saw it, a new vision.

She heard laughter, a mix of her voice and a stranger's. She saw someone's bare back turned toward her in a cozy bed and watched herself reach out to touch them. The wail of a baby pierced through next and she found herself holding a bundle that had her ashen-gray hair.

When she blinked, she saw the festival again and a voice rumbled near her ear. "Apologies." It sent a shiver down her spine and she whirled around, the mask nearly slipping from her fingers. The man tilted his head at her, (E/C) eyes peeking through the maroon mask on his face.

"You-" She caught herself and cleared her throat, finding that her hands had begun trembling. Had she just witnessed her future? Was she to become... a mother? A wife?

"Are you alright?" He asked, lips curling into a teasing smile. "Did I knock into you that hard?"

"No, I... Sorry, I..." At a loss for words for the first time in a while, Ciri certainly didn't miss the feeling. A hand gently touched her back and she glanced over her shoulder, finding Geralt and Yennefer at her side.

"Is something wrong, Ciri?" Geralt questioned, his eyes fixated on the man. Most would typically turn into blabbering messes when Geralt glared at them, but the stranger simply stared back at him until his attention turned to Yennefer and he grinned.

"It's been a while, Yen." He purred and scooped her hand into his, lips brushing against her knuckles. Ciri felt a flash of jealousy and blinked, startled by her own reaction.

"(Y/N)…" Yennefer breathed. "Vilgefortz said you were dead. He said you had been-"

"Killed in battle? And you believed that, Yen? You wound me." (Y/N) released her hand and shook his head, clicking his tongue in feigned disappointment.

"You know each other?" Geralt cocked a brow, a frown settling on his features.

"(Y/N) is a mage who worked alongside Vilgefortz sometimes." Yennefer explained to the bulky witcher, violet eyes never leaving (Y/N), almost as if afraid if she blinked he'd disappear. "The Brotherhood had attempted many times to recruit him for his abilities. Why would he lead us to believe you were dead?"

"He owed me a favor." (Y/N) replied coolly and shrugged his shoulders, the disinterest on his face clear as day. Yennefer and Geralt exchanged a glance.

"You're a mage?"

"Indeed I am, Princess." Ciri's heart skipped a beat and she nearly huffed. He was a stranger. A potential threat... and possibly her future husband.

"What are you doing here then, mage?" (Y/N) looked back at Geralt, locking eyes with him as Geralt placed a protective hand over Ciri's shoulder.

"I was passing through and heard about the festival so I decided to attend."

"Where are you headed?"

"Anywhere, everywhere, and nowhere. I have no real destination in mind since it seems I'll bump into an old friend in most places. Being found by the Brotherhood is the last thing I desire." (Y/N) tore his eyes away from the witcher to gaze around him. Ciri swallowed.

"You should come with us."

"Ciri-"

"We have the same dilemma. We can help each other. You stay with us somewhere where you won't be found and in return, you can teach me magic." Ciri proposed with a sudden boost of confidence. (Y/N)'s lips formed a grin and he peered back at her, eyes lighting up with interest.

"I'm sure our little mage wouldn't enjoy-"

"Oh, I'm extremely okay with this."

[caffieneaddictt18]

Moment of Peace

sorceress!reader travels with geralt and ciri as their healer and ciris mother figure as geralts wife. one relaxing day, reader shows ciri a little party trick that geralt doesnt know yet. ends with geralt and reader play fighting about why she didnt show him but showed ciri; and them all acting like a family

WARNING: a couple uses of 'y/n'

(not my image)

As we finally settle in a meadow, surrounded by forest, you let out a sigh of relief. The feeling of sun against your face and the soft soil beneath you feels amazing.

"Ciri! Y/N! Go collect water. I'll be right back." Geralt commands, but before he can leave to collect wood and sustenance for the night, you stop him and give him a quick kiss.

"Be safe."

"Always am."

Those simple two words are all you need before you walk off into the forest for a few yards, before you come upon a clear water stream. You see Ciri standing in the water and feeling the sun while collecting water. As you join her in the water, she looks up.

"So... why do you allow him to order you around if you're his wife?" Ciri, blunt as ever, asks, not understanding that this is Geralt's way of showing his love.

"He doesn't 'order' me around. It's his way of keeping us safe. I'm a mage and can keep you safe. You're training and can keep me safe. Plus, he goes off and does the dangerous hunting, so we don't have to. It's his way of showing love." I explain his actions and why I react without losing my patience with the way Geralt talks to me.

"Oh. I didn't think about it like that." Ciri ticks her head to the side and continues to collect water.

"Geralt isn't conventional. But he is exactly how I want him. I wouldn't want it any other way." You start towards the bank of the river and continue walking along the greenery of the forest.

As Ciri looked on as you walked, she watched in mystery. The forest seemed to bend to your will. The trees would part to make a path for you and the stones would roll out of the way, leaving only soft soil for you to walk on.

As you both reached your camp site, Geralt was dragging a large deer, and a cloth behind him that was filled. Probably with wood.

You and Ciri both put your jugs down as Geralt drops the sack of wood off near you and walks to the trees to skin the animal for food & it's hide.

You have the sense to build the fire and let Ciri light it later. She's normally sleepy when you build the fire. Makes it easier.

As you both run around, you find a good size patch of daisies.

"Ciri!" You call over the girl, "Come here!"

The blonde girl runs over to see what you're looking at.

"Would you like to learn how to make a daisy chain? You can even put one on Geralt, if you'd like." You throw out the tempting offer to make the Witcher seem silly.

And Ciri quickly agrees. You sit down, careful to avoid the daisies, and show her how to make a daisy chain/flower crown.

As the sun is no longer at its nice, warm heat and enters the baking heat, you take Ciri down to the stream again to clean up. 'The sun will dry us faster' was your reasoning to drag the girl with you.

As you are cleaning your clothes and yourself off, you see Ciri doing the same. Perfect.

"Hey, Ciri! Would you like to see something?"

"Um... What is it?"

"I promise, no harm will come unto you from me. It's just a little party trick."

"Ok..." She waded closer to you as you met her in the middle of the stream.

You magically gathered the sweat and water from Ciri and yourself, throwing it into the air and condensing the clouds around the sun to have more water, allowing the clouds to form a sort of circle around the sun. As the sun continues to shine, the clouds begin turn colors... briefly pink, then a light green, and there's a light blue! (Refer to the picture at the top)

Ciri looks at the sky in awe. "You can do this?" She points to the clouds.

"Yes. When I was at Aretuza, they taught not just politics and magic. They taught basic sciences. This was one of those. I had asked my teacher why there as a rainbow after every rainfall. She explained it to me. Since then, I had been practicing it until I was able to perfect it. Took a couple tries, but it came one day, and it stayed."

"And you never showed me?" A deep, hulking voice inquired from the shadows. Of course, the yellow cat-like eyes gave him away.

"I'm sorry, Geralt. I thought of it as a mere party trick. And it's not like it is helpful when we are off on adventures." I laugh and 'apologize' for not showing my husband sooner.

"You better be sorry!" He charges out of the woods and into the stream, getting both you and Ciri wet again, before lifting you by the waist and carrying you back to camp on his shoulder. Everyone was laughing and peace was covering the three of them.

Just a moment of peace.

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Author's Cup of Tea:

I am so sorry the ending was bad. I didn't know what to put for the ending so I winged it. Thank you all so much for your love and support of my work! I love to see everyone enjoying it.

Edit: finally got around to editing it! Thank you for your patience!