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jaskierswolf · 3 years

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No Regrets

A noble!Jaskier A/B/O arranged marriage fic for @greyduckgreygoose as part of a server exchange. - AO3

Ship: Jaskier x Aiden

Rating: E

Length: 2.8k

CW: Smut, Alpha Aiden/Omega Jask, scent kink, fingering, oral sex, penetrative sex, knotting, mating bites

If there was one thing in life that Jaskier regretted, it was that he was a noble. Without the ties of his blood, being an omega wouldn’t be so bad. He could have chosen his own alpha, been happily mated if he wished, or stayed free and wild as he roamed the Continent to his heart’s desire. As a child he’d declared that he would be a travelling bard or a merchent, renouncing all claim to the stupid title that now bound his dear sister to the estate. He’d dreamed of his life as a barker to some witcher or other adventurer, strumming tunes on his lute and spreading his music all across the Continent.

A pipe dream.

Jaskier didn’t even regret being an omega. It was actually quite thrilling, the sex was easier with the slick he produced and the desperation his heats brought was really quite incomparable. There was nothing quite like getting fucked within an inch of his life and knotted by some strapping alpha, lost in orgasm after orgasm until he quite literally passed out.

He knew the real thief of his freedom was his blood, his nobility, his dear old parents caught in their archaic ways. Only, now he was to be married to some mysterious alpha that had saved his father’s life a few weeks ago and Jaskier was kicking up a fuss, purposely not looking his best for the wedding. His neck was littered with hickies from a rather lovely beta he’d fucked the night before, but when the alpha, his alpha, walked into the room, Jaskier regretted every decision he’d made that morning.

The bastard was handsome, unbelievably so, and he was wild. Jaskier had been expecting some stuck up noble alpha that only cared about the pups Jaskier could provide, but, oh, ho, ho, gods, this man was a work of art! Long dark hair was pulled back into a messy half updo, long waves falling down past his shoulders. He had tanned skin, covered in scars, from what Jaskier could see, a particularly nasty one striking along his left eye and cutting into his cheek, but gods, those eyes… startling gold like the sweetest honey. Most interesting were his clothes, pretty dark blue garments that Jaskier could have sworn were armoured, and a hood resting on his shoulders. He seemed to be unarmed but something in Jaskier’s gut told him that the man was still dangerous, and that thought had him pressing his thighs together as he felt another rush of slick escape him.

The alpha’s nostrils flared and those gorgeous molten eyes met his from across the room. Jaskier felt as though he had been hit by lightning as he basked in the heat of his alpha’s stare. From beside him, Jaskier heard his mother gasp, the bitter scent of her anger clouding the air, but it was far too late for mother dearest to back out now.

Jaskier was going to marry a witcher!

Maybe his plans of travelling the Continent hadn’t been so far fetched after all. Destiny had truly blessed him on this day, he would be free from the society he hated so much, travelling by this fine specimen’s side until death.

Oh, ho, ho!

He was thrilled.

The alpha didn’t seem too displeased either as he winked at Jaskier from across the room, his tongue flicking out to lick his lips. The man bowed deeply to Jaskier’s parents but there was something in his manner that made Jaskier laugh. There was nothing sincere in his greeting, and the Viscount of Lettenhove knew this, that much was clear from the sneer on his face, the nasty curl of his lips.

And oh didn’t that make Jaskier’s victory all the sweeter. He wondered what the alpha had done or said to convince his old man to give up his only son, and a precious omega to boot. Jaskier supposed a life debt was hard to argue against.

The witcher seemed like a bit of a cad, all flirty winks and mockery of nobility that made Jaskier swoon, his knees buckling a little underneath him under the heavy musk of the alpha’s scent. Slick soaked through his underclothes and he wriggled uncomfortably, his hands itching to slip beneath his breeches and tease at his cock, his hole, anything that could relieve him of the aching arousal in his gut. The alpha let out a wave of pheromones, calming Jaskier’s mind and subduing him. Even his poor mother seemed to relax beside him, but the strong scent of alpha, had his father growling low in his chest. The deluded fool, as if he could take on a witcher, although he probably knew he couldn’t and that was the only reason Jaskier was allowed to marry this god of a man.

“You came,” Lord Alfred of Lettenhove hissed through gritted teeth.

To Jaskier’s surprise, the alpha just laughed, one hand resting on his hips. “I told you I would. I don’t lie, human.”

“Not my son, Alfred, please. You can’t give my son to a witcher!” Jaskier’s mother begged, falling to her knees in front of her husband. “Anyone but a witcher, I’ll even agree to that lass from Nilfgaard, please, alpha.”

It was a pitiful display, one Jaskier hadn’t expected from his mother, but one that truly showed her desperation. Jaskier almost felt sorry for her…

Almost.

“What’s done is done, mother, now please, introduce me to my new husband!” Jaskier trilled happily, subconsciously baring his neck to the stranger that he was about to bind himself to, eyeing up the cat head on the silver chain around the witcher’s neck.

He’d heard rumours about those witchers; feral, insane… assassins.

Gods, Jaskier was weak.

He always had liked an alpha that could tear him in two, but it was rarer than it should have been. Jaskier was not a timid and fragile omega, in fact most people that met him confused him for a beta at first. He had a less sweet and floral scent than most omegas, and his chest was covered in thick dark hair that was almost unheard of even in male omegas, but he liked to feel small and dainty once in a while.

“Julian, I presume,” the witcher greeted, reaching out his hand which Jaskier gladly took, his heart fluttering as his alpha kissed his fingers with a surprising amount of grace. Heat prickled over his skin, as their eyes met, and that thick scent of alpha arousal almost had Jaskier on his knees, ready to worship this man’s cock in front of the entire household.

As it was he was barely able to suppress a moan, as the alpha brought Jaskier’s wrist to his neck, pressing it against the scent gland, making Jaskier whine softly at the gentle waves of pleasure that rolled over him. Fuck, the bastard was going to trigger his heat two weeks early at this rate. He bit his lip as he let his gaze roam over the Alpha’s body, hot and heavy.

“My friends call me Jaskier,” he shot back with a wink.

“And what about your husband?”

Jaskier smirked, “Darling, you can call me whatever you like.”

“Julian, you’re being indecent!” his mother snapped, scandalised in a manner that only nobility could manage.

Jaskier scoffed, “I am talking to my future husband, the man that daddy dearest picked out for me. Although,” Jaskier smirked as he turned to face the witcher, “he has been terribly rude and not even told me his name.”

“Darling, you can call me whatever you like,” the alpha winked and Jaskier gasped, stumbling back in mock offence, “but my name is Aiden.”

After that, the wedding went off without a hitch, all the necessary paperwork being completed, as their hands were tied together. It was sealed by a rather enthusiastic kiss as Jaskier jumped into his alpha’s arms, crashing his lips against his new husband’s in a mess of teeth and tongues, finally getting to inhale the alpha’s scent from up close.

His alpha.

His husband.

Jaskier had never anticipated that he would enjoy even thinking those words, but the look of despair on his parents’ faces made everything worth it. He giggled, taking his new husband by the hand and leading him to his bedchambers, thrilled by the protests from his parents who were trying to stop him from consummating the marriage, but there was no fucking way that Jaskier was going to turn down such a tempting cornucopia of delights.

“Eager, pretty little omega, aren’t you?” Aiden growled, a purr rumbling in his chest as he grazed his teeth over the scent gland on Jaskier’s neck, sending a rush of pleasure through him, slick leaking down his thighs.

“Not what you were expecting, witcher?” Jaskier teased, pulling at the ties on Aiden’s trousers.

“Not some stuck up little prick,” Aiden hummed, groping Jaskier’s arse as he pushed down Jaskier’s breeches, leaving him in just a shirt. One hand moved to run through Jaskier’s chest hair, fingers pinching at his nipples, eliciting a moan from his lips that was better suited to a whore house. “Not exactly the fragile flower you claim to be either, omega.”

“Not as easy to break, alpha,” Jaskier hummed as Aiden’s lips nipped along his neck, teeth pulling at his ear.

His scent, fuck, his scent was almost overpowering, strong, rich, sending all of Jaskier’s reason out of the window to be replaced with the desire to be fucked, knotted, mated. A now familiar tug of pre-heat clouded his mind, his cock aching, his hole empty and wanting. With a soft sigh, he ran his fingers through his own slick before pushing them inside, not nearly enough, but it took the edge off as he rocked against his own hand, pressing his body flush against his alpha’s.

He smirked as he mouthed over Aiden’s scent gland, his husband shivering under his touch. He brought his slick covered hand up to Aiden’s lips and the alpha sucked at the digits with a needy moan, his grip on Jaskier’s waist almost bruising. “Now are you going to talk all day, or are you going to fuck me? It’s been far too long since I’ve had the pleasure of an alpha’s knot.”

Jaskier’s words made something snap in Aiden, a fearsome snarl tearing from the alpha’s throat, and Jaskier was thrown onto the bed, barely able to catch his breath before Aiden’s hands were on him, calloused fingers running through the mess of slick on his thighs before pressing inside his leaking hole. Aiden’s fingers were thicker than Jaskier’s, caressing, searching, stroking until he hit that sweet spot inside of Jaskier, making him keen.

“Mine,” Aiden growled.

Jaskier moaned, bucking up off the mattress, pushing back on Aiden’s hand. “Yours, alpha, my alpha.”

Any other words Jaskier might have said were muffled by a bruising kiss, Aiden’s tongue licking into his mouth fervently. Oh and it was blissful, the alpha’s fingers fucking him so beautifully, until he was a panting mess on the bed, sweat and slick sticking to his skin. The fog of heat ruined him, turning him into nothing more than a whore, begging to be filled, knotted, claimed, and Jaskier barely recognised his own voice, hoarse, wrecked, as he cursed, and pleaded with his alpha. His fingers scraped down Aiden’s back as he thrust against his alpha’s hand, trying to get more, more, more, but Aiden had the patience rivaling the priestesses of Melitele.

Aiden pulled his fingers out, leaving Jaskier feeling so achingly empty, pitiful cries resounding in the bedchamber, howling as he was denied everything he needed.

“Fucking bastard!” he slurred, as his building pleasure eased, leaving him wanting.

“Patience, omega,” Aiden hummed, kissing the corner of Jaskier’s mouth before trailing his lips down Jaskier’s chest, sucking and nibbling at each of his nipples as he passed them, chuckling at the needy sounds Jaskier was making. He pressed soft kisses to Jaskier’s belly, nuzzling at the curve of his stomach almost reverently until Jaskier huffed, threading his fingers through his alpha’s hair and pushing his head down further. Finally, Jaskier was rewarded with his alpha’s lips around his cock, hot and wet and oh so good.

Jaskier didn’t know many alpha’s who would suck their omega’s cock, but this gorgeous stranger, seemed more than content to get lost in Jaskier’s pleasure, purring around Jaskier’s cock as if he were the most beautiful thing in the world. His fingers gripped at Jaskier’s thighs, keeping them spread as his tongue flicked over the head, lapping up the pre-cum that was leaking from the tip.

But omegas were meant to be filled, and as much as he was enjoying the heat of Aiden’s mouth around him, it wasn’t enough. He couldn’t cum like this, not whilst he was feeling so fucking empty, and gods, he needed to cum, he needed it so much he could barely think of anything else. He whined, writhing underneath Aiden’s ministrations desperate for something else, something more.

“Alpha, I need- I need,” he whimpered, his words cut off by another moan as Aiden’s tongue delved inside him, the alpha moaning into him as he tasted sweet omega slick.

The bastard had the audacity to laugh, nuzzling against Jaskier’s thigh as his lips pressed against the soft tender skin. “What do you need, little omega?” he asked before biting at the skin beneath his lips. There was a sharp pain, the alpha’s fangs not quite breaking skin but enough to hurt in the best possible way.

“F-fuck you!” Jaskier hissed, his cheeks heating up but gods, he would not let his alpha gain the upper hand.

Faster than lightning, Aiden was gone from between Jaskier’s leg, straddling Jaskier’s hips and pinning him to the bed. Fingers threaded through Jaskier’s hair and his head was yanked backwards. “Try again, buttercup.”

“Fuck me, knot me, Aiden, alpha.”

“Better,” Aiden growled, one hand moving to pin Jaskier’s wrists onto the mattress and in one swift movement had pushed inside Jaskier.

The stretch felt so good, pleasure and lustful fire burning through him, as he arched off the bed, keening as their scents mixed around him, soothing his omega, his need to get as close to his alpha as possible. Every thrust had Aiden’s cock buried deep inside him, filling him up until he could see a slight bulge on his stomach, the alpha hitting Jaskier’s sweet spot with every snap of his hips, until Jaskier was crying, tears streaming down his face as he begged for release. His alpha’s hand wrapped around his cock, tiny in comparison, pulling his orgasm from him with a start, sparks flying as he gasped, panting into Aiden’s shoulder, biting down gently as his alpha fucked him through the waves of pleasure, but it still wasn’t enough. He ground back against Aiden’s cock, sounding desperately needy, pathetic. In his heat hazed mind, he wondered how many times he could cum on his alpha’s cock. He wanted that, wanted to please his husband, his alpha, his Aiden. Jaskier would be the prettiest omega, filled with his alpha’s cum. No one would mistake Jaskier as belonging to anyone else. He was Aiden’s now, and there was nothing anyone in the world could do about it.

“Alpha,” he whined, “please. Your knot, I need it, please, fuck… gods, alpha!”

Aiden purred, a deep rumbling in his chest, pressing his lips against Jaskier’s scent gland and nuzzling into his neck until Jaskier melted against his chest, fingers digging into his Alpha’s back. Despite his orgasm, he felt more aroused than he had ever been before, a mantra of alpha, fuck, please, falling from his lips in a dizzying blur, until finally, he felt the press of Aiden’s knot teasing at his rim.

“Gods, yes,” Jaskier moaned. “Knot me, fuck, please, Alpha.”

“My omega.”

“Yours,” Jaskier agreed, “my alpha.”

Aiden growled, his fangs latching onto Jaskier’s neck, turning Jaskier’s world upside down as the mating bond snapped into place in a rush of pheromones and emotions, triggering Jaskier’s orgasm from out of the blue. One moment he’d been blissfully sated on his alpha’s cock, the next pleasure tore through him like lightning, cum spilling over his stomach for a second time as Aiden pumped him full, breeding him, the knot popping into place and tying them together.

“Oh- oh fuck,” Jaskier groaned, falling back against the mattress and Aiden collapsed on top of him, still rolling his hips in shallow thrusts to push the knot deeper inside. “Bloody hell, that was good.”

Aiden snorted, not bothering to lift his head from Jaskier’s chest. “Good?”

“Perfect,” Jaskier sighed, running his hands through Aiden’s hair until the witcher was purring happily, nuzzling against him, murmuring soft praise into Jaskier’s skin.

Perhaps being a noble wasn’t so bad, not when your parents married you off to a gorgeous and charming witcher.

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edensbuttercups · 4 years

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Golden lights - Part eight

Pairing: Jaskier x reader Summary: A new life is brought into this world. As Jaskier and the reader are left with the newborn girl, Geralt heads to the nearby town looking for a healer. Word count: 1.5k A/N: I’ve got to thank @temerianwitch ‘cause not only she’s an amazing friend but she also helped me with this chapter and motivated me to write! I’ve got so many ideas for this fic, to think that it was supposed to be only a oneshot! I’m planning on writing more fanfics and oneshots, so if anyone has any requests let me know and I’ll work on them too 💖 Stay safe, warm hugs ^^

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Light made its way in through the windows that morning, the golden rays warming everything they laid upon. You shifted from the bed, holding the newborn close to you. She had woken only once in the night, hungry and confused by her new surroundings. Geralt had left for the closest village at sunrise, promising to bring back the best healer he could find, while Jaskier nodded off into a light sleep in a small chair near the bed only to be woken up by every small sound the newborn made, sitting up and studying her, his eyes full of tiredness and curiosity.

You were weak, but happy. You looked down at your baby, studying her face, her puffy cheeks, her red lips. She had beautiful blue eyes that matched Jaskier’s, yet some small filaments in her iris matched yours, an ever so subtle proof of her being the fruit of your love. You shifted in the bed, slowly sitting up, holding your baby close. You saw Jaskier’s eyes flutter open before meeting yours, a small smile forming on his lips. “You alright?” he asked. “Happy. And a bit in pain. But mainly happy.” You lifted your arm, inviting him into bed with you. He stood up from the small chair and sat next to you, slowly scooting closer while gently placing his hand on your daughter’s head. “She’s so small” he caressed her head, moving his hand away when she opened her eyes and looked around. “Oh. Hello. Hmm, did I wake her up?” he turned towards you, worry in his eyes that your warm laugh blew away. “Babies sleep a lot, but also wake up often. She’s probably just hungry.” You smiled warmly as you picked the baby up and held her close, her in your arms and you in Jaskier’s.

In the next town over the Witcher stood alone before an old wooden door. He had asked for the best healer in town and was brought here, yet as he knocked people rushed away, leaving him alone in the dark alley as if afraid of who stood behind that mere piece of wood. The door clicked and opened, revealing a small table that stood in the middle of a dimly lit room. He took a step inside, pushing the door closed behind him and walking forward, taking seat at the table and waiting. A soft scent lingered in the air: lemongrass and honey. The Witcher’s leg bounced up and down, aware of the passing of time and eager to bring the healer home, one way or another. “Well, who am I to deserve the visit of such a handsome man I wonder?” a voice echoed around the walls. Geralt turned around and met her eyes, one blue and one violet. She stood in front of him, owning the space she occupied, standing tall and elegant. A soft white dress was draped around her, simple golden jewelry adorned her hair, her ears, her arms. His eyes lingered on her longer that he believed he should’ve. He turned around, avoiding her gaze, and stated what he needed as calmly as he could. “I need your help. As a healer.” He added, noticing how the room felt like magic. “How about we have a little chat before that? Get to know each other a bit?” “Someone I… care about needs you. I promised them that-“ “Where are they?” “A cottage. I left at sunset and got here now. The journey isn’t long, but she just gave birth and I believe it would be best for her to receive your help as soon as possible”. He glared at her, offended by the idea of favoring a chat to the health of someone he cared about. “You took the road by the coast. The longer road.” “There is no other road” “There is if you know where to look. With me, we’ll get there in a fraction of the time. So, let’s chat.” She elegantly sat down, challenging his eyes with hers. “I’d rather leave now.” “It wasn’t a question.” She smiled. The Witcher tried to stand but felt his limbs weak. He sighed and nodded. “If that’s how it’s got to be, let chat. But if anything happens to her just know that you’ll suffer twice as much as she.” His eyes reflected the anger of his soul, her eyes reflected respect. She hadn’t met many Witchers in her lifetime but had met even fewer men that cared so much. She lifted a hand and closed her eyes, freeing his limbs from the spell. “We may go. I can see now that your intentions are pure. A rare sight between these walls” She chuckled, standing up and walking towards a door. “Wait for me outside, I’ll get my horse and we’ll leave” she smiled, passing next to him and placing a hand on his arm. “see you soon.” She said, winking.

You looked at Jask as he held your daughter close to his chest. He was new to the whole situation, still unsure as where to place his hands to keep her comfortable, but so full of love and patience. Had you ever had any doubts they had evaporated the moment you say how he looked at her, how he held her, how he listened. He placed her in the bed and walked towards you on his tippy toes, moving slowly and dramatically. He reached you and sat next to you. “What should we call her?” “You’re the poet” you nudged him, laughing softly. “Yes but a name is such a big thing! You’re stuck with it forever!” “you sure are,” you looked at him and smiled “Julian” He turned and faced you, his mouth shaped in a big “o”. “If she hates me because I gave her a name she doesn’t like-“ “She won’t hate you! She will love you. She’s been born for less than a day and you’ve already been such a great dad. Now let’s think. A name.” “I… don’t know! God, we’ve been awake since dawn, it’s too early!” “Dawn.” “What?” he stopped. “Something about dawn?” you tried, tentatively. “Dawn. A new day, a new beginning. A goddess. She was the one that flew across the sky each morning to announce the arrival of the sun. I know her name, it’s… Aurora!” he exhaled happily. “Aurora. I like it.” You leaned into him and placed a kiss on his lips “and I’m sure she will too.” You felt him smile into the kiss, gently wrapping his arms around you and holding you close.

“You didn’t ask for my name.” “Hmm.” “Not a man of many words, hmm?” She said, imitating his tone. “My name is Myristica. Like the plant. And just like the plant, I like relieving pain, of the body and of the soul.” She smiled and looked ahead. She led him to the edge of the town, where he had come from. He couldn’t see another path anywhere, but she carried on ahead, her white horse not hesitating as she led him into a thick part of the forest. “Where are you…?” “Not many people know of this path. It’s hard to get in but it will save us a lot of time, trust me.” He nodded and followed her. “I’m sorry for not asking for your name. I’m just worried.” He reached her after speaking, part of him hoping she hadn’t heard me. “I know, big man. Let’s help your friend so you stop being worried and we can get to know each other a bit better, hmm?” she smiled such a heavenly smile, and he couldn’t help but smile back, even if he tried to hide it. He looked at her when she couldn’t see him; he admired the way she held herself, the way the fabric fell on her back, her skin peaking from beneath, her hair swaying in the wind. “You know, Witcher, you’re not so subtle” she turned her head towards him and winked. He looked away and sighed. He heard her laugh and smiled, before wearing his serious expression once more. “Geralt.” he spoke softly. “I’m sorry?” “My name. Since you didn’t ask either. My name is Geralt.” She seemed at loss of words, suddenly her face was blessed by a soft blush, before she smiled once more, bowing her head. “It’s a pleasure to formally meet you, Geralt.” She peeked ahead before turning towards him once more “I’d say we’ve reached your friend. Is that the cottage?” They emerged from the forest and it was like time had stopped for the whole journey. The sun was still high, the sky as blue as could be. The cottage stood there, standing between blue waves and green fields, a home that was waiting to be lived in. “That’s the one.” He got off Roach and petted her hear before walking towards Myristica and offering her a hand. “Thank you” she took her hand and slipped off her horse, placing a hand on Geralt’s chest when she lost her footing. “Whoops” she said, smiling, a mischievous expression in her eyes. “Let’s go, big boy” she rested a hand on her bag, filled with all sorts of herbs, and one on his arm. Their eyes met once more, moments before the bard popped out from a window, waving happily at Geralt and the new possible friend.

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ficsandcatsandficsandcats · 4 years

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Hey! Could you write a Punk!Gerennefer oneshot, where they’re considering the idea of adopting/fostering a child, and that is how Ciri is introduced in the Punk!AU. Please and thanks!! :D

Fandom: The WitcherPairing: Punk!Yennefer x Punk!GeraltTrigger Warning: Suicide mention (not graphic)Word Count: 1,834Rating: GTaglist: @heroics-and-heartbreak @whatevermonkey @mynamesoundslikesherlock @magic-multicolored-miracle @writingstudent @mlleecrivaine @coffee-and-stories @ultracolorfulnerdcollection @astouract @your-not-invisible-to-me @kemmastan @mycat-is-mylove @amirahiddleston a/n: This isn’t quite angst and it isn’t quite fluff. It’s… just kind of life, I guess? Something tragic happens and maybe you end up still having a wonderful life in spite of, or maybe because of, that thing. But it’s still tragic and hard and I wanted to acknowledge that and will continue to as more Ciri fics happen, at least while it’s the early days of her placement. I hope that you enjoy it!

When Geralt and Yennefer bought their condo they made sure to get one far bigger than anyone expected. They had the master bedroom, a music room, a space just for Yennefer which she called her study, and a room that held only a bed, a dresser, a night stand, and a lamp. Every week Yennefer would clean it as dutifully as every other part of the condo was cleaned, in anticipation of when it would be needed. It became a habit and after a month it almost didn’t hurt to see it empty, maybe someday it would be filled, maybe not.

And then one evening she got the call.

Geralt was walking through the door with groceries when he saw Yennefer pacing in the living room, face lit up with excitement though her fingers fidgeted as they did when she was nervous. He put the groceries away and tried to listen for clues but she mostly just said ‘OK’ and ‘Of course’ and ‘Yes any time.’ By the time she hung up he was leaning against the entry way, looking at her expectantly.

“We got the call,” she said.

“The call,” he repeated.

“Geralt,” she said meaningfully, “The call.”

Realization broke over his face as he realized what she meant. She ran into his arms and he held her tight. When they broke apart her face was all business again.

“She’s 10, her name is Ciri. Her parents died when she was a baby and she’s been taken care of by her grandmother but she died and there are no living relatives that they know of,” Yennefer explained, pacing again with nervous energy.

“Poor kid,” Geralt said, “How did the grandma die? Old age?”

Yennefer stopped pacing and took a deep breath.

“She completed suicide,” she explained. Geralt winced, his heart already aching for the little girl.

“How long?”

“They’re on their way over now. Since it’s been ruled a suicide there isn’t going to be further investigation. They were going to try and keep her where she lived so she could go to school but there wasn’t anyone available. We’re going to have to make sure she gets enrolled to start in two weeks and get all her records transferred over. Sam already goes there and she can take her under her wing so we know she’s got someone she knows. Maybe we can have her over sometime soon, something casual like lunch so she doesn’t feel overwhelmed,” Yennefer rattled off things as she walked, making a mental list which she’d turn into a physical one soon, “We’ll get her a therapist too. She’ll come with some clothes and stuff but they only let you take one bag so she’ll probably need more things. And maybe books, if she likes books.”

“Hey,” Geralt said, gently blocking her path and resting his hands on her shoulders. The amber eyes gazed at her softly and she took a deep breath. “Is this ok?”

“Yeah,” she said immediately, “I mean, is it bringing up some… stuff for me? Of course. But it isn’t going to be like that for her. This is going to be good. We’re going to take good care of her.”

She said the words with a fierce intensity and Geralt pulled her in and held her tight, rocking her gently as she blinked back the tears. It had been years since she was in the foster system but there were things about it that still stung. Things she knew would be hard for the kid no matter how good they made it.

“Should we tell Jask and Y/N? Aev and Valdo?” Geralt asked. They’d kept the whole group informed on their plans to become foster parents and all had expressed excitement over getting to spoil more kids. Even Sam, who they’d worried may rankle at the idea of no longer being the only child, had been ecstatic and was the one who asked most often if they’d gotten a kid yet.

“I think maybe it’s better to wait until she’s at least had a night here,” Yennefer said, “They mean well but I don’t want them all showing up or sending balloon bouquets or puppies or whatever they might do.”

“Hmm,” Geralt said, nodding in agreement.

The sound of the buzzer stilled both of their hearts, Yen grasping Geralt’s hand tightly before they both nodded their heads one last time and moved to answer the door.

—–

Ciri clutched the pale blue suitcase in her small hands, pale face set in a determined mask of calm. The social workers who drove her kept trying to get her to talk but she stared straight ahead, all of her energy focused on breathing.

“It’s your birthday coming up right?”

“Oh it is? Happy birthday!”

Ciri nodded wordlessly.

“What do you do for your birthday?” the woman asked. Ciri’s greyish blue eyes landed on the woman.

“I spend it with my grandmother.”

There were no more questions after that.

Now she stood in front of a black door, a social worker on either side as though they expected her to bolt, and they knocked. Ciri’s heart was in her throat but she clutched the handle of the suitcase so hard it felt like it might snap beneath her grasp and the door opened. A woman with long black hair and the loveliest violet eyes she had ever seen opened it and immediately looked down as though she’d known exactly where Ciri’s face would be. The social workers began talking to her and they were let inside where a man waited right by the door. He had amber colored eyes and silver hair though he was clearly not old enough to be gray. He smiled at her and it was so warm and so kind her mouth twitched back in a small smile. The social workers gave Yennefer a binder full of paperwork she was very familiar with. A sheet with a diagram of a body with any marks the child had going in were, to make sure they could track if any new ones happened. Her birth certificate and other information they’d been able to gather. All of it would be stowed in her study somewhere. It was good to have but she didn’t want to learn about Ciri in legal documents. The social workers took a quick look in the room to make sure it had everything it needed and then they set off after handing Ciri a copy of their business card. When they left Ciri still stood in the living room, clutching her suitcase.

“Are you hungry?” Yennefer asked from the kitchen.

“No thank you,” Ciri replied.

“Can I take that for you?” Geralt asked, gesturing to the suitcase.

“No thank you,” she said. He nodded and gave her another small smile of understanding. He saw her eyes go to the large windows that surrounding the living area.

“Are you afraid of heights?” he asked. She shook her head no and walked a bit closer. He joined her and the pair stared out at Puget Sound. The sun was setting, bathing the water in gorgeous shades of pink and red. Yennefer watched from the kitchen as Geralt and Ciri stood there for several long minutes in silence, only going to join them when Geralt spoke.

“I know they introduced us already but if you have any questions feel free to ask,” he said. Ciri thought for a moment.

“How long will I be here?” she asked. Geralt glanced over at Yennefer who walked over to them.

“We’re not sure,” she answered, “They’re going to look and see if there’s any family-”

“There isn’t,” Ciri said immediately.

“Then I guess at that point it’s just up to you,” Yennefer said.

“Me?”

“Yep,” Yennefer answered, “If you like it here then you can stay as long as you want. If you don’t, we’ll find you someplace you like better.”

“They said there wasn’t anywhere else. That’s why I had to leave,” Ciri said, eyeing them distrustfully.

“They’re right, but that doesn’t mean you don’t get a say,” Yennefer emphasized, “We don’t want to force anything on you.”

“Ok,” she said with a decisive nod.

“If you’re not hungry would you like to check out your room?” Yennefer asked. Ciri nodded and the two of them walked her back.

“It’s kinda bare right now, we didn’t know what you were into. You can personalize it any way you want, though,” Geralt said. Ciri sat on the bed, suitcase still held in one hand as she smoothed the other against the green comforter. It was soft.

“What happens tomorrow?” she asked, eyes rising to look at Geralt and Yennefer who exchanged another quick look.

“Geralt usually gets up pretty early and then on a typical Tuesday we’d go to work but we’re going to take tomorrow off. We can take you to get any necessities you don’t have or something that might make this feel a bit more like your home-”

“It’s not my home,” Ciri interrupted.

“You’re right,” Yennefer said, nodding understandingly, “But while you’re here we want you to be comfortable. Whatever that means for you.”

“Except for a swimming pool,” Geralt said. Ciri quirked her eyebrows at him in confusion, his stoic face seemingly very solemn. “We can’t build you a swimming pool in your room.”

“Is that… something people usually ask for?” she asked.

“Hey, if I were you I’d really try to take advantage of the offer,” he said with a little shrug.

“You’d ask for a swimming pool? In your room?” she asked, her tone incredulous and an amused, baffled expression on her face. Yennefer gazed at Geralt, feeling herself fall just a bit more in love with him as he tried to help Ciri relax. People didn’t usually think of Geralt as funny but Geralt didn’t usually care about entertaining people. He cared about this little girl, though. So did she.

“Maybe! Or a slushie machine. Or a…”

“Beanbag?” Ciri suggested, a flicker of interest in her eyes. Geralt smiled and she smiled back, a small, hesitant smile but a smile nonetheless. Geralt had never seen anything more beautiful in his life.

“We could do a beanbag,” he replied, “Tell you what, you think about it and tomorrow at breakfast we can talk about your list of demands.”

“Ok,” she said, nodding.

“We’re going to let you have some time and get some rest but if you need anything we’re the door at the end of the hall, ok?” Yennefer added. Ciri nodded and the pair gave her one last smile.

“We’re glad you’re here, Ciri,” Geralt said.

When they shut the door behind them they heard the sound of a suitcase being set down on the floor. They walked back to their bedroom and shut the door, Geralt’s hearing good enough that they knew if her door opened they would hear. As soon as Geralt turned around he fixed Yennefer with an intent, serious look.

“We’re keeping her.”

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