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laketaj24 · 4 years

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Toss a Coin II: Valley of Plenty

Author’s Note: It was supposed to be a one shot and of course, as usual I couldn’t make it a one shot. I hope you enjoy! My taglist is open! Requests open! I got this idea from a request so send them!If I missed you on the taglist add your name HERE please!! If your name appears Twice could you go in the taglist and take it off! lol Hope you enjoy! (The taglist is almost longer than my fic, I’m flattered)

Warnings: Smut

Pairings: Geralt x Reader

Requested: Hey! Can you please write Geralt falling in love with a reader who already has a kid? Thank ya! - ANON`

Masterlist (Has Previous Part)

“Who are you?” The small voice said from the side of the bed.

Geralt could only see eyes, the green eyes of the small brown-haired boy staring at Geralt. Geralt’s legs tangled in yours, but luckily the blanket covered everything. His head hummed with the onslaught of a headache, and he was tired. You had quite the appetite. “Fu-.” He hesitated before completing his thought.

“Are you a witcher!” His voice was curious. “Mom. Is he a witcher?”

Mom. He looked over to you, your arms draped across his chest, and the soft snores were a clear indication you were sound asleep. Geralt sighed and looked at the girl. “Who are you?”

“I’m Talstyn.” He beamed. “My mom said today I could pick the eggs today. Will you come?”

Geralt tried to process it, but the kid was adorable. “Talstyn.” He smirked. “You should ask your mother.”

“I am asking you.”

“Hmmm.” He laughed. “I will if you ask her.”

“Do you kill monsters?”

“When I need to.” Geralt's eyes were soft. “What do you do?”

“I help feed the chickens, and sometimes I get to help my Uncle Roth in Tameria with his doctor things.”

“You’re a doctor.”

“I guess.” He perched himself on the end of the bed and picked up the dark elixir from the table. “Is this your medicine?”

“It is.”

“Drink it.”

Geralt’s laugh makes your eyes flicker open. “Not right now, I don’t see any monsters.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

You heard your son talking and Geralt looking down at him with more patience than he had the one day you’ve known him. You spring up from the bed, pulling the blanket to cover your breast. “Talstyn. What did I tell you about sneaking into places?”

“The door was open.” He protested, standing from the floor. “Geralt is my friend.”

“Talstyn.”

“Can he go with us to the chicken coop?” He asked in a rush blaze of words. “Please! Please!”

You chuckled, “Certainly, only if Geralt wants to join us. Go back into the tavern, and I will come to get you.” He happily jumped three feet off the ground, and his hair whipped back, revealing the little pointed ears. Then he was gone. You cleared your throat. “I am sorry about that. Talstyn usually does as he is told.”

Geralt says nothing at first, but his eyes are soft as you climb from the bed and slip into your dress. “You have a child?”

“Talstyn.” You smiled as his name floated from your lips. “He’s seven, a little rowdy at times, but he’s my heart. You were not supposed to meet him,” You paused. “So, you should consider yourself lucky.”

“I do, the four minutes, I have met him I can tell that he's a great kid.” He sighed. “He’s half-elf?”

You swallowed. “That’s between us, and yes.” You two dress in silence, but you can feel the eyes of Geralt wandering over your body as you do so. He tossed you the small brown bag of orens, and you smile. “Thank you, sir.”

“You’re welcome.:

You winked at him and pecked his cheek. “It was a good time.”

“Is this goodbye? I seem to recall an invitation to a chicken coop?”

“You want to join us?”

“I would like to if that’s okay?”

“Great, I’d like that.”

What was happening? One night you were being fucked by a renowned witcher, HE EVEN PAID!!!! And you were taking him to fetch eggs with your kid. Talstyn was ecstatic; he clung to Geralt as if he’d known him his entire life, and in a way he might have, the tune about him was catchy. He sang it often. Geralt did not protest his clinginess; he walked beside Roach with Talstyn on his leg as if he weighed nothing. It broke your back sometimes just to allow him on your hip, and yes, he was too large for it, but he was your baby.

“What’s his name?” Talstyn asked.

“Roach.”

“I don’t like that name.”

“It’s okay; he’s not your horse.” Geralt teased.

“I would’ve named him Beleg.”

The thud of your heart flooded you, Beleg the Wise, his father was his favorite name for everything. He got a dog and named him Beleg, a cat, a chicken, the neighbor's cow, all Beleg. It was soothing to know that he loved his father, but every time you heard the name, your heart sunk for a moment, and you remembered him. It was always a good thing, the blue of his irises or the bolstering laugh — the good stuff.

The chickens were already out, pecking at the grains and furling their wings. The small village did not seem like much to your some, but for you, it had an air of reclusiveness, and given the state of things with Queen Calanthe and her elven raids, the caution was needed. You didn’t want him in any danger, and you for sure didn’t want an inkling of danger near Talstyn. You all reached the coop in minutes, and immediately Talstyn sprinted to he coop.

It was the first time you were alone the entire walk. “Why'd you want to come out here?”

“Well,” he paused. “I am here for a few days. I figured it would be nice to have someone to talk to for once.”

“You’re usually alone?”

“Sometimes.” He brushed his hand down Roach’s coat. “I have Roach.”

“I’m sure he’s a great company.”

“You failed to mention him last night.”

“Oh, I apologize. I should’ve started it like this; I have a kid, wanna fuck?”

“Not what I meant.” He chuckled. “We talked last night; I figured he might come up then.”

“No, I just keep him away from everything else, where he belongs.”

“Why chose…” He paused. “Chose this line of work?”

“Because I have no husband, and I own no land…. I have to provide and this allows me to be a mother and work while he sleeps.” Your face teamed with heat. No one ever cared how you had come to be a wench, just which room and how much. This was new. And the look on his chiseled face was genuine interest. “Though you think it’s a valley of plenty… I can assure you it is not for me.”

“I understand, finding work can be…” He paused. “Hard.”

You laughed at the unintended joke, and his pale face flushed red, “Good analogy there, witcher.”

“It was not what I meant.” His stone face was apologetic as he walked to the coop with Talstyn. He had six eggs in his basket and a grin. “What do you have there?”

“Breakfast!”

You cooked for him, and breakfast turned into supper quicker than you expected. Talstyn was down, worn out from the day’s festivities, and for the moment, you were too. You cleared the plates from your table and poured him another glass of ale. “When are you leaving for your next adventure?” You sat across from him and gulp down on your ale.

“Kicking me out?” He cocked a brow.

“No.” You nearly choked laughing.

“Tomorrow morning.” He answered.

The room was quiet, but the tension was there. You’d been eyeing Geralt all-day, pangs of the pleasure from last night would hit you. Every time he growled or laughed, a part of you begged to hear him make other sounds. “So… it appears that we are near our farewells.”

“Pity…” Geralt moved from the table with his hand outstretched. “We should do it properly then.”

And there was no contest of his offer. You placed your hand in his, and he tugged you to his chest. The first kiss was euphoric, a burst of butterflies pushed through your body, and you were happy he’d stayed, glad that last night was not the first and last time you’d fucked the witcher. He cradled your face and stared at you once more.

“I know how to do that.” You pushed him against the wall, well he helped, there was no real way you could genuinely push the bulked man. You dropped to your knees, remembering how he seemed to like making you mewl. It was your turn now. He does not stop you from unzipping his pants a freeing his cock. Your eyes lit watching the thick veined cock; you gripped him feeling the large girth and the warmth in your hand.

“Are you scared of it?” He snickered.

But the snickered left once your mouth enveloped the crown of his cock, and your tongue swiped the salty precum that dripped out. There was a guttural moan that poured from him before you engulfed him all. His hands went flush against the wall as you started to move. You sucked, taking him to the back of your throat until he flinched and then stroked him. He tasted sweet and salty, a mixture you enjoyed.

His hands webbed your hair, guiding his cock further into your throat until you nearly gagged and then back out again. The pace was steady, deep strokes of winding hips, and you felt yourself growing wet from him. “Y/N.” He murmured.

You don’t answer, only pull him from your mouth with a popping sound and look up to him with lust-filled eyes.

“Fuck.” He groaned. What a sight? You wished you could see it yourself, you on your knees in front of the Witcher, basically begging to be fucked. It was a demand nearly the way your eyes pleaded to be fucked. Geralt lifted you from the ground and placed his lips on yours. “How do you want me?”

Your smile was wide as you slip from your dress and bend over, placing your hands on the bed. “Why are you over there?” You whispered.

“Just admiring, this plentiful valley.”

You burst into laughter. “That was corny, witcher.”

“Maybe.” The grin covered his face, and he took his shirt off and made his way over to you, and his hand slapped down on your ass, the hum of the sting makes your pussy clench. “Is this what you want?” He whispered as he dips a single finger into you.

You braced yourself for his intrusion, you would think after three rounds you’d be used to the feeling of being full of him, but you weren’t. He eased into you pushing your body forward, and you inhaled sharply, mouth open and eyes closed. He picked you up and started to fuck you. “Oh hell,” You rasped.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day.” He murmured. His hips bounce from your ass with each stroke, and for some reason, he felt deeper every time he did. His hand wrapped around your waist and placed two fingers on your clit, causing you to fall on the bed with your ass arched and ready for him. He began to thrust quicker, barely controlling his chaotic state. “How you sound when I’m inside you…”

The words made you pussy clench, and then he stroked your clit again and pushed your legs farther apart. “Shit… Geralt.”

“Yes,” his deep voice rumbled against your back, and he slammed into you again. “Say my name again.” He commanded. The fresh air blew over your back as he stood and gripped your hips and pulled them to him. Your body jerked, the beginning of a feeling you’d grown to love. “Say.” He thrust into you, emphasizing the word. “It.”

“Geralt.” You gripped the sheets, your head was light, and you were short of breath. He continued to fuck into you madly. “Oh fuck, Geralt.”

The snap of his thurst filled the room, followed by the moving of the bed a foot and Geralt falling into you and going deeper. So, fucking deep. You winded your hips coaxing him to fuck you slowly. You were shuddering.

“I could do this every day.” He whispered. Geralt rolled over staying inside of you and allowing your legs to drape over his, he laid back on the pillow, rubbing the swollen bud over and over. Then he starts again, a riveting pace. “Every morning, every fucking night.” He added. The words caused your heart to swell and perhaps triggered the flood of pleasure that coursed through your body.

You weren’t going to sleep with him tonight. You needed to get home and back to Talstyn. You wait until he’s asleep and dress quietly. The day was fantastic, the first time you felt safe going places with Talstn, the first time you’d seen your son smile over someone that wasn’t his dead father. But reality had set in; everything was perfect. But that was not your life, and you had to go. You took the leather bag of orens from your belt and put it in his sack. Whatever this was, you refused to let it go further. In a few months, you’d have to move, start over, and it would be easier to not be with him.

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gauntie-o-dimm · 5 years

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Eskel | Dreamer

Prompt: "I've been wanting to have sex with you for months now, yet you're just so fucking oblivious."

Word count: 2700+ Warnings: Smut, swearing

The scent of alcohol stung in my nose as we entered the Kingfisher, yet the exhaustion I felt was greater than the urge to gag, making me more than happy to plop down on top of one of the benches. Eskel put down his bags, straightening his shoulders in an attempt to relax them. 'Fuck,' he swore, 'I thought I would never see a mug of mead again.' I grinned, patting on the spot next to me. 'I think we deserve some rest, Eskel.' He smiled, sitting down, stretching his sore legs. A barmaid approached us, a forced smile on her face, even though I figured she must've been working for a long time now, judging by the bags under her eyes. 'Two beers, please. And two seperate rooms.' I said, tossing her a few coins, frowning as I saw her eyes linger upon Eskel for a bit longer than was truly natural. Instinctively, I scooted closer to the Witcher, making him look up. 'What is it, (Y/n)?' 'I am cold.' I lied, wanting him to wrap an arm around me. 'I brought an extra shirt.' That is not what I meant. I smiled wryly. 'Please.' I spoke, watching him as he bent over to reach for his bag. 'You must know that the road can be cold at times during the night, (Y/n).' I gave him a nod as he handed me the soft vest and I slipped it over my shoulders, secretively inhaling as I did so to make his scent enter my nose. 'This shirt is so big.' I whispered, leaning closer to him. Eskel smiled. 'My body is a lot bigger than yours, (Y/n).' 'That isn't a secret.' I said, putting my hand on the top of his arm. 'Your arms are so... So strong.' The Witcher shrugged, smiling a bit. 'Well, that is just because I train a lot.' I sighed, pulling back my palm as the barmaid brought us the drinks. She brushed her leg against Eskel's thigh on purpose as she put the beers onto the table, giving him a flirty smile as he thanked her. 'You're welcome, handsome. And farm girl.' I gritted my teeth, my hands balling to fists. 'What did you just call me?' 'Excuse me, I didn't know you would get offended. I thought you were one of the girls from outside town. One of them refugees.' I narrowed my eyes. 'What is that supposed to mean?' 'Well, you look so dull and all, so I though you were one of those poor kids.' Anger started to boil in the pit of my stomach. 'See this sword on my hip, lassie? It isn't there for decoration, would you like to see the fresh blood on it?' Eskel frowned at the situation, putting up his hand to make me shut up. 'Why are you threatening this barmaid, (Y/n)? She just made a little mistake, that is all.' I scoffed, standing up, drawing the attention of a few people that were enjoying their meals around us. 'No, she is trying to put me down so you might think quite a lot of her, Eskel! She is flirting with you, didn't you notice?' The brunet looked at me, a tad confused as he looked from me to the barmaid, that had her tray tightly in her hands. Her fingers tugged the corset of her dress down, almost unnoticeable, to reveal more of her voluptuous cleavage. Eskel's gaze lingered upon it for a moment before he looked away flustered, unsure of how to react. 'You can do way better than her, handsome.' The urge to gag was there again. Eskel kindly smiled, shaking his head. 'We are just friends.' My heart clenched together in my chest, making me want to cry and rage at the same time. 'Then why don't you dump your little friend and join me in the back of the larder?' She nearly threw herself at him, but he stood up, startling her a bit. 'No, thank you miss. I am not interested.' She pouted, tilting her head slightly. 'Don't you want to have a good time after such a long day, then? I can help you relax a bit...' 'No, thanks.' Eskel uttered, taking his mug to take a swig. '(Y/n), can I talk to you for a moment?' I frowned, nodding as I followed him upstairs to the rooms we had rented.

'Why did you become so angry with her?' Eskel asked me calmly, turning to close the door behind us. It did not sound like a threat, yet I felt attacked. 'Are you surprised?' I spoke, pacing towards the window in order to open it, letting the fresh air enter the room. I inhaled deeply, awaiting a response. There was none. 'She was flirting with you, looking at you like you were just a piece of meat.' Eskel joined me and we stared at the life going on downstairs on the streets of Novigrad. The feel of the wind that came in through the window made me happy that I had put on that extra vest. 'Why does that bother you?' he questioned, not in a sneering tone, but with a kind smile. 'You're more than a piece of meat, right?' I averted my face to hide the blush that had crept onto my cheeks. 'You are a normal man that needs friends and... love. You are a Witcher, but that doesn't mean you are a beast. I understand that.' We were quiet for a few moments. 'Thank you, (Y/n).' Eskel uttered. 'You are so nice to me.' 'Am I?' 'What makes you think you are not?' I rubbed my eyes, almost forgetting the fact that all the confessions and little teasing touches that I had given him this afternoon and evening completely went over his head. '(Y/n)? Did I say something wrong.' My fingers pinched the bridge of my nose and I sighed heavily. 'No, you didn't do anything wrong, Eskel.' 'Something is clearly bothering you.' he said, leaning his hands on the windowsill. 'Tell me, you know that you can tell me everything, right?' 'But some things just don't land with you, do they?' The brunet frowned, his brows furrowing. 'What do you mean?' 'Funny, really.' 'I mean it, what do you mean, (Y/n)?' I let out a light laugh. 'You're just so bad in noticing particular signs...' I cooed, running my hands through my hair. Eskel was still not getting what I meant, judging by his expression. A heavy sigh left my lips before I blurted it out.

'Flirting, touching, teasing is all I did to you. Is it not clear to you, Eskel? I've been wanting to have sex with you for months now, yet you're just so fucking oblivious.' I groaned, pacing through the room frantically. 'Really, are y-- Oh... So that is what Lambert meant when he said I would be getting...' He stared at me, still a bit baffled by what I just said. 'I have to admit that I truly didn't notice.' Eskel said, his cheeks flushing a bright pink. 'Like I didn't figure that out myself.' I bit back, staring at my feet as I sat down on top of the bed. The Witcher's footsteps were heavy against the wooden floorboards and I felt the bed dip as he sat down next to me, swallowing audibly. 'But if I had known, though...' 'Then what?' I spoke, not daring to look at him. I felt a strong hand on my chin, gently forcing me to tilt up to look the brunet in the eye. His tongue flicked over his lips for a moment. 'If I had known that you wanted me, then I would've done this sooner.' He leaned forward, pressing his mouth onto mine, taking away my breath instantly. My eyes widened a moment before I let them flutter shut, melting in the kiss. My fingers found his waist, tugging him closer as we moved in sync, our breaths becoming ragged. I nearly let out a whine as he pulled back for air, slightly gasping as he rested his forehead against mine. 'Do it again.' I uttered, not having to say that a second time. He smashed his lips onto mine, savouring every inch of me in the intense kiss, tongue darting forward to wrestle with mine. I sighed in the kiss, letting him take the dominance I always had hoped him to take whenever I fantasized about being in this position with him. My hand ran through his dark locks, tugging at them gently as he tilted his head to get better access to my mouth before pushing away my face so he could reach my neck, sucking and licking to leave marks and have me mewling under his heat. 'Eskel, I... Oh...' 'Hush, (Y/n), trust me.' I bit on my lip as he hit my sweet spot. He continued nuzzling it, my fingers tugging at his armor. 'Want me to take it off?' Eskel muttered, his cheeks a tint of red. I nodded, not trusting my voice to speak up. He undid himself of his swords, his belts and armor. I watched him strip slowly until he was in just his underwear, the outlines of his erection visible against the fabric. 'Apologies.' he uttered, scratching his neck. 'I am just slightly thrilled that you actually want this.'

I smiled, tugging him towards the bed again. 'That is exactly what I like to see, Eskel. Now, make me naked.' He kissed me, his strong hand wrapping around my throat to tilt my head upwards before letting it trail down to tug off my shirt. '(Y/n), you're gorgeous.' the Witcher said softly, a smile covering his lips. I blushed, goosebumps appearing on my body as his fingertips softly started to caress my skin, pressing kisses here and there. 'Lay down.' he ordered, smiling. 'What are you going to do to me?' I asked, watching him straddle me. 'I am going to make sure that that pesky barmaid downstairs is going to hear you loud and clear.' I shuddered at the thought, the spot between my legs becoming damper with the second. Eskel's hand reached for my bra, unclasping it before taking it off me. He immediately dipped down his head, taking one nipple in his mouth whilst his fingers grabbed the other in order to roll it between them. I softly mewled, dragging my hand through his dark hair, wanting to pull him in me. He lowly hummed, his mouth full with the (s/c) breast as I arched my back, his knee teasingly rubbing against my covered core. I was still wearing my pants, so my hands went to my belt to undo it. Eskel pulled back, letting the bud go with a pop, smiling at me lovingly. 'Let me help you.' He moved down, his lips kissing my body as he reached my lower abdomen. His fingers hooked around my trousers, taking them off my legs alongside my panties in a swift movement. 'Look at how ready you are.' he sighed, pushing apart my legs by holding my thighs. I knew that I was shamefully wet for him, but I didn't mind it at all. He would take care of it anyways.

He bent down, his tongue sliding across the rosy slit to spread my essence mixed with his saliva all over the folds. I moaned, cupping my own breasts as his fingers dug into the skin of my thighs, pushing them further apart as he buried his face into me more. His gaze was focused on my face, his eyes half lidded as I tried to look at him, even though I had to close my eyes in pleasure every time the rough patch of his tongue scraped across my clitoris. My stomach tingled in a funny way, different than normal, now I was truly desperate for him. His lips sucked at the labia gently, making me let out a sound between a moan and a breath. 'Fuck, Eskel.' I groaned as he hummed lowly to send vibrations through my core, his fingers pushing the blossoming lips apart before digging his tongue into me. He curled it inside me, making me shiver in anticipation. 'I am going to cum so hard, Eskel.' I grunted, starting to buck my hips against his face. 'Cum for me, (Y/n).' He let out a low chuckle, tongue pulling out of me before rapidly starting to lap my womanhood, thumb grazing my clit in circular motions. I gasped, moaning his name. 'Eskel, oh Eskel!' I cried out, lifting myself nearly off the bed, toes curling, fingers digging into the duvet. As I came onto his tongue, he smiled, kissing the sensitive spot until my high was completely finished.

I heavily panted, kissing him as he crawled over me, tasting my own essence on his tongue. My nails clawed in his hair, pulling him closer as his boner rubbed against the inside of my leg. 'Hm...' he grunted, tilting his head so his tongue could nearly reach the back of my throat, or at least it felt like that. '(Y/n)... (Y/n) let me fill you.' I nodded slowly, watching him as he took off his loincloth to reveal his hard and proud member. A small smile tugged at the corner of my lips and I let my foot caress his calf sensually, wanting him to just hurry up and put himself in me already. The brunet frowned, a smile on his face. 'Are you up for it already?' he asked, 'You came a minute ago.' 'I am addicted to it already.' 'Want me to do it again?' 'And again, and again.' I whispered, pulling him on top of me. He kissed me, guiding the tip of his cock towards my entrance, pushing it in lightly. His hips pressed against me, his length full seated inside. I let out a moan, smiling as he groaned into my mouth. He pulled back, laying his forehead against mine. 'Slow or quick?' he asked nearly breathless. 'Make me see stars.' I answered, watching his cat-like eyes flicker darkly. It felt like I was flying the moment he started pounding into me relentlessly, the sloppy sound of wet skin against skin and a pussy being fucked echoed across the room, and I hoped that it was audible downstairs so loud that several guests would simply leave. I grinned like an idiot as I imagined the barmaid from earlier trying to hit on Eskel. Oh, how stupid she was, since Eskel was mine and mine alone! His body above me was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, his teeth gritting as he didn't waste any time, grabbing my thigh, pulling up my leg over his shoulder. Eskel kept rolling himself into me, our bodies colliding with every thrust and I felt that bliss was about to overwhelm me yet again. '(Y/n), fuck, (Y/n), you're so fucking warm and tight, this is so much better than my wildest dreams about you...' I sighed as he muttered loving words, moaning my name as he felt that my walls clamped themselves around his length. I felt him pulsate inside of me, his high approaching as well.

A loud moan escaped me as he pushed me over the edge, my body becoming paralyzed for a moment before I could move again, riding my hips into his as the knot in my stomach released itself, sending me into pure bliss. Eskel laughed lightly, grunting and panting whilst the bed kept rocking underneath us, creaking dangerously as he stilled his movements, seed oozing into me deeply. A few more sloppy thrusts and he pulled himself out, making me wince a bit. He straddled me again, kissing me passionately as we still had to try to catch our breaths. As he finally laid down next to me, his arm draping around my waist protectively, I realized how exhausted I really was. I turned on my side to face him, caressing his face gently, my finger following the patterns of the scars. 'I love you...' I muttered, 'I have for so long.' 'I love you, too.' Eskel said softly, kissing my forehead before tucking me against his chest. I let his heartbeat, that was starting to calm down, lull me to sleep.

The next morning was the look that one barmaid had on her face enough to determine that she had certainly heard us, a smug smirk staying on my face for the entire day.

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riviae · 5 years

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Cerys x Ciri fluff if you please

[cracks knuckles] anon bless u for giving me an excuse to write this! hope u enjoy it~

“Ciri,” Cerys began, looking uncharacteristically apprehensive as she stole a quick glance towards her girlfriend. “Are you sure that we aren’t intruding? This is Geralt’s--your father’s--home. And what of Yennefer?”

The witcheress gave a wave of her hand, but did pause to press a kiss to Cerys’s scarred cheek. A wide, playful grin grew across Ciri’s face as she took the Queen’s momentary lapse in attention to interlace their fingers, tugging the woman closer to her. “There’s nothing to worry about, Cerys. Geralt will be thrilled to see you again, I’m sure--believe it or not, but he practically sang your praises when we reunited again. He brushed over a lot of what he did while searching for me, but he somehow managed to mention you and your coronation multiple times.”

“Oh, is that so?” Interest piqued, and not one to be so easily defeated, Cerys snuck her free hand to Ciri’s waist, grasping her silver belt to pull the other woman even closer until their noses were brushing. This close, Cerys could see the soft flecks of gold that mixed into the emerald green of Ciri’s eyes, a color that reminded the Skellige woman of the moss that covered the jutting boulders at the harbor in Kaer Trolde. She had always seen the patches of moss as a harbinger for the slightly warmer, temperate weather that she craved when she was a child and tired of the endless snow and white-capped mountains. Now, the same color brought an equal amount of anticipation as well as warmth--a fire that burned in her chest as fiercely as Cerys’s love for her land and her people.

Gently, and with more reverence than a kiss given after traveling upon horseback for hours in the Toussaint heat likely deserved, Cerys closed her eyes and captured the witcheress’s lips. Her anxieties immediately melted away at the familiar feeling and taste, senses focused solely on the woman before her. Cerys blindly grasped for Ciri’s other hand, letting out a pleased hum as the ashen-haired woman reflexively intertwined their fingers together.

It had surprised Cerys at first just how often Ciri, a woman raised by witchers and sorceresses, sought out physical touch. Akin to a moth to a flame, the witcheress, when not traversing the frigid archipelago for contracts, could be found at Cerys’s side. She would loop a few fingers in her belt amidst casual banter, regardless of if they were alone or not. She would rest her head in the crook of Cerys’s neck after they trained together, sword still grasped in her hand. Before bed, she would take the time to comb out Cerys’s long red hair, fingers gently unwinding the braid while her shins pressed against her lower back. Even when riding on horseback, Ciri would make an effort to share a saddle with the Queen, so long as the distance wasn’t too much for the horse to safely handle their combined weight, often letting Cerys take the reigns so she could wrap her arms around the other woman’s waist despite being the more skilled rider.

Not that the Queen minded. Skellige islanders were often raised in large, tactile families. where a slap on the knee, a punch in the shoulder, or a bone-crushing hug were all equally regarded as ways to show physical affection and were often encouraged. She had suffered through Hjalmar’s heavy-handed though well-meaning pats on her back enough times that she actually grew accustomed to them--even seeking them out herself on days when she was feeling particularly saddened or stressed.

Still, Ciri’s behavior was very cat-like most of the time as she often appeared at random in the citadel drop off a gift and a kiss before disappearing in a blinding flash of light. Cerys had a sneaking suspicion that it was a trait Ciri had picked up while watching Geralt and Yennefer together, if her stories about the two were any indication. Particularly, from what she knew of Geralt and the interaction they had on Skellige, she knew the man seemed like the type to bring the head of a dead enemy to his lover just as a cat might bring a dead canary to its owner’s door.

It was... unusual at first, but Cerys didn’t doubt that Ciri loved her with the same intensity and adoration she felt every time she caught a flash of ashen locks in her periphery.

Cerys deepened the kiss at the thought of all the ways Ciri showed that she cared, her own affection for the ashen-haired woman too overwhelming to put into words. Ciri responded with fervor, unable to keep her hands intwined with Cerys’s. Her hands scrambled to grasp at the back of the Queen’s dress, clutching the cotton material in an attempt to bring Cerys even closer. At this, Cerys found herself cupping Ciri’s face, unable to resist the urge to rub her thumb against the scar at her cheek.

It felt as if she’d burst from the love swelling inside her chest at the thought of Ciri--her precious Swallow--being so sure of their future together that she arranged to bring Cerys to her parent’s estate. That she wanted Geralt and Yennefer to see how much she loved Cerys, to see how happy she was with her, and to see that their love wasn’t the only one that would be sang about in ballads, if Dandelion’s sudden attempt at befriending Cerys while Ciri acted as the messenger between the two was any indication. It seemed as if songs of The Swallow and the Sparrowhawk would become as commonplace as those of Lilac & Gooseberries one day, if the bard had it his way.

Once they parted, Cerys found herself grinning appreciatively at Ciri’s flushed face, her cheeks now a charming shade of pink. While Cerys was quite unaccustomed to the hot and humid weather of the duchy and had suffered through having to undress out of her armor and woolen gambeson to be clad in only her long blue dress, leather belt, and boots, it had seemed as if the heat was barely affecting Ciri. Neither a flush of color nor perspiration dotted her skin, though the Queen did often wonder whether her girlfriend was somehow immune to severe temperatures. The first time they had met since they’d been but squabbling children all those years ago, Ciri had been dressed as one might for bed in Skellige; yet, the witcheress showed no outward signs of distress from her garb even as snow clung to her exposed skin.

At her obvious amusement, Ciri frowned but freed her hands to cling stubbornly to Cerys, hiding her face against the woman’s chest. “What?” came Ciri’s muffled retort. “I’ve seen that smile before. You’re scheming. What happened to being anxious about visiting Geralt and Yennefer?”

Cerys pressed her chin to to the top of Ciri’s head, wrapping her arms around the woman. She pretended to ponder the question for some time before ultimately settling on running her fingers up and down Ciri’s sides in teasing circles. The witcheress immediately yelped in surprise and tried to escape from Cerys’s grasp to no avail. Laughter echoed through the field as Ciri squirmed, attempting to let out a few curses in between her fits of giggles. Eventually, the Queen relented, taking pity upon the witcheress who all but rested her entire weight against Cerys once the tickling had stopped.

“Well, I realized something while we were kissing. How could I be worried about anything when I have such a brave and beautiful witcher at my side?” At her words, Ciri’s expression softened briefly, a flash of embarrassment apparent in the way she looked away, only to roll her eyes a few moments later as if to hide her reaction at Cerys’s genuine, if not overly saccharine words of praise. Spurred on by her girlfriend’s response, Cerys continued. “Besides, I must really thank Geralt. He’s the reason you showed up at Kaer Trolde with a griffin’s head and trailed its blood all over the citadel’s halls.”

“I was just doing my job,” Ciri replied a beat too quickly. “I stumbled upon the griffin, killed it, but then I couldn’t find a contract for it.”

"So you just decided to come to the an Craite stronghold, then? In the dead of night? As if you were just looking for an excuse to see me? You left the griffin’s head in the dining hall on your way to my chambers. I remember because I ended up having to clean dried monster blood from the tables. Again.”

Ciri buried her head further, this time letting out a defeated sigh. “Alright, alright. Geralt might have mentioned you had grown up to be an intelligent, level-headed... and beautiful Queen. I kept that in mind as I traveled and when the opportunity arose... I took it. It’s not like I forgot about my time on the islands when I was a kid. I wanted to see for myself how the little girl who sneezed all over me when we were ice-skating together had somehow grown up to be a powerful queen.”

“The same way a cocky brat whose own ice-skating antics caused my idiotic brother to break his leg somehow ended up becoming the most powerful person on the Continent and a skilled monster slayer--luck and fate, I’d imagine.”

Before Ciri could retort, a familiar voice called out from the distance. “Are you two planning to stop by the actual house or is there something interesting about this empty field in particular? I didn’t even need my witcher senses to hear you both laughing.”

“Yes, you should come in soon. You’re not doing your skin any favors standing in direct sunlight like that.” Yennefer’s voice also rang out, only pausing briefly to get a better look at the two women from her viewpoint at the top of the hill. “Also Ciri, my child, you wrote that you had gotten into a serious relationship, but you did not mention it was with the Queen of Skellige. A minor fact worth sharing, don’t you think?”

With a tug of her hand, Ciri ran towards her parents, bringing Cerys along, the both of them laughing along the way.

At the sight of the two women so obviously in love and incredibly happy, Geralt and Yennefer couldn’t help but smile. For the first time in awhile, neither of them were worried about Ciri’s future.

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