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Witcher characters + monstertamer!reader
Summary: how characters from the Witcher would react to finding a person who has tamed monsters
Notes: i finally finished most of the drafts i had lying around and thought fuck it let's post them all. have fun with the new content!!
Taglist: @majesticwren @obsessiveformiyatwins @lucyinthelibrary @sunndust (hmu to be added to any kind of masterlist!!)
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Geralt
Probably found you bc he was supposed to kill said monsters in the first place
To me, Geralt comes across as someone who’s genuinely a good person
Idt he’ll kill your monsters, despite the money he was paid
Impressed, mostly stays to himself though
Yennefer
Obviously she wants to know how
You’re the only one on the Continent with this power and she wants it
It’s yen, what did you expect?
Will try to do even better than you
Jaskier
This is magical, magnificent, oh my!
Immediately writes a ballad of the enigma that tamed the monsters
Don’t let him get too close to them
Will ask for details to spice up his song
Ciri
She would try to kill the monsters in order to ‘protect’ Geralt
And frankly, she does not believe you at first
Will never get accustomed to the tame monsters
Her first instinct will always be that they’re bad
Eskel
In absolute awe
If he could do this, his job would be so much easier
Doesn’t care what others think, he’s always wanted to talk to a ghost
Does not want to kill them
Lambert
He’s like ‘ain’t no way bro’
So cool about it
Well if you can tame monsters
Then why tf does he still have to kill them
Coen
Super torn
He should be doing his job, instead he’s having tea with a Bruxa
Will probably end up killing the monsters
It’s his job after all
Vesemir
He needs to write this down!!!
Might like… froth at the mouth if you can’t tell him how you did it
TELL HIM
Comes back from retirement
Hiiii! Thank you so much for everything you've written so far. I love your stories and they keep me going. If you're still feeling up to it ad inspired, can I please ask for a part 3 for Coen and sunshine? Maybe where the girls are getting lessons and mom is adjusting? Or anything really <3 I love the first two parts
A/N: I am so sorry that this has taken so long!!! I am trying to get back into writing because I really do miss it. I hope this is good and to your liking babe! It's been a hot second since I wrote/posted anything :) If you haven't read this little mini-series before, here is the first one and here is the second one <3 Also because I have been radio silent for a while, I am not going to tag anyone in anything for the time being. I'm sorry!!
Coen guided you into the keep, allowing you to lean against him as you wished.
“Perhaps later on if the weather is nice, I can take you up to one of the towers.” He looked over to you. “The view is breathtaking.”
“Oh really?”
“We could watch the sunset from up there.”
“I want to watch the sun set!” Edda nosily butted into your conversation, grabbing yours and Coen’s arms.
“When the weather permits it, love.” You told her.
“And here I was hoping that I would have a good day.” A raven haired woman sighed as she approached you, your girls, and Coen. By her side was a blonde girl.
“Ah, Yennefer.” Coen sighed, shoulders falling in disappointment. “Didn’t think you still had Geralt by the bullocks.”
The woman, Yennefer, smiled stiffly at Coen, taking note of your two girls that stood just a few feet in front of her. They were between herself and the witcher.
“Coen. I had hoped you were eaten by a forktail.”
“Wish in one hand, shit in the other, they say.”
“That’s a very rude thing to say to a lady.” Edda’s brows were furrowed together as she looked up at Yennefer.
The mage turned her attention to your daughter, amused with her fire.
“Edda, be quiet.” You hushed her, placing your hand on the back of her head.
“I’m not convinced she is a lady.” Coen told her. “Ladies, this is Yennefer and Ciri. Yenn and Ciri, this is Y/N, Odette, and Edda.”
Being the chatty, friendly girl she was, Odette instantly took a liking to Ciri. She moved towards the princess and started a conversation.
Edda gravitated to wherever her sister went and before you knew it, the girls were making their way down the hall.
You were a little more focused on Yennefer. The way she had been watching Edda had you a bit concerned.
“That one is–,”
“She’s got quite the personality, yes.” Coen spoke hastily, cutting Yennefer off.
The mage glared at him.
“Come on, Y/N. I want to show you a few more places in the keep.”
Coen seemed to rush you away from Yennefer, leaving the mage to roll her eyes and teleport out of the hall.
“I’ve never seen you act so rude to someone so quickly.” You commented.
“Once you get to know Yennefer, you’ll understand.”
“I’m sure she isn’t that bad.”
“She is demanding and rather pompous.”
Your eyes lingered on the girls ahead.
“Ciri is quite powerful.” You murmured quietly. “Her chaos is almost nauseating to me. I can’t imagine what it must feel like to you.”
“It is unpleasant, but it’s a feeling I am doing my best to ignore.” Coen shrugged his broad shoulders. “Y/N, questions will be asked about Edda.”
You turned your head to look at him, brows drawing together with concern.
“What sort of questions?”
“Of her chaos.”
You studied his profile until he decided to meet your gaze. You came to a stop, allowing more distance to fall between yourself and Coen, and the girls. Blue and green eyes looked at you for a few heartbeats before he looked away.
“Don’t look at me like that, Y/N–,”
“Her chaos is not important to anyone besides myself, Coen.”
“I know, Y/N, and I know you value the privacy of the matter, but I also know my brothers. I’m genuinely surprised they didn’t lead with that question when we arrived.”
You started to walk again, clasping your hands together at your waist.
Coen took your wrist, pulling you back towards him.
“Chaos is not something to be taken lightly, Y/N.” He spoke gently. “I know you have a plan for Edda, but the others don’t.”
“It is none of their concern.”
“You are considered family to them, my love.” He brought his hand down to lace your fingers together.
“They have only just met me and the girls.”
“But they’ve heard stories of you for the last four years. They know how much you mean to me, how much the girls mean to me.”
You squeezed his fingers but turned your head away. Your stomach ached with the possibility of anything happening to your youngest daughter.
“We can speak of the matter later should it arise.” Coen suggested. “You don’t need to be stressing over it right now.”
“I don’t want to speak of the matter at all. My decision is final.” You pulled your hand from his and continued down the hallway.
***
You and Coen followed behind Ciri, Odette, and Edda as they went outside and to an area in the courtyard designated for training.
Lambert and Eskel were going at it with swords while Vesemir critiqued them. Geralt and Jaskier stood off to the side. Geralt leaned against a stone wall while Jaskier sat on the wall.
“Have either of you ever used a sword before?” Ciri asked the girls.
“No.” Odette shook her head.
“Never.” Edda messed with her fingers at her waist.
You watched as Cirilla moved to a barrel and from it, she produced three wooden swords. Your hands fell to your sides at the sight.
From across the courtyard, Geralt could hear your heart pick up pace. You were nervous.
“Ciri.” His deep voice made all three girls turn their attention to him. “You should ask their mother before providing them with swords.”
“They aren’t real swords, Geralt.”
“It’s alright, Geralt.” Coen’s hand lingered on your back in an effort to comfort you. He could practically feel your anxiety lingering in the air. “The girls have never used swords before. Why don’t you and Ciri show them how it’s done first?”
Geralt pushed himself away from the wall and went to his Child Surprise.
“It wouldn’t hurt for the girls to learn how to wield a sword.” Coen spoke quietly to you.
“I don’t like the idea of them fighting.” You shook your head. “They are young.”
“No one is going to send them off to war, sunshine.” He smiled a little. “It is good for them to know how to protect themselves should they need it.”
You said nothing. Your teeth clenched together tightly.
“You worry worse than anyone I know.”
“I just…. Just want them safe.”
Coen was quiet for a few moments before he moved his hand from your back to your wrist.
“Come with me.”
“What? But the girls just started–,”
“They can stay here. Geralt will watch over them.”
You turned your head to look at the White Wolf. His eyes were on you and as if to confirm Coen’s words, he nodded his head once. He had heard his brother speak even though they weren’t near each other thanks to their witcher mutations.
“Where are we going?”
***
Coen led you to a tower on the northeast side of the keep. Being so high up, the wind was a bit more biting. Coen shrugged off his cloak and placed it around your shoulders.
“It is beautiful up here.” You moved towards the side, one hand holding the cloak around you while the other found this stone wall that prevented anyone from falling.
“It is.” Coen settled next to you, his hand on the small of your back. “All of your worrying, Y/N, it will lead you to an early grave.”
You turned your head to look at him, admiring his side profile.
“If I didn’t worry about them, I wouldn’t be a good mother. If something ever happened to either of them…. I would never forgive myself, Coen.”
“Things will happen to them that you have no control over. Don’t let it overtake you.”
You looked away. Your eyes flickered down to the stone beneath your feet.
“I have seen the cruelties this world has to offer. I-I can’t help but want to worry over their safety.”
“Oh, my darling sunshine.” Coen moved to leave against the stone wall with his hands. “Believe it or not, but I have as well. Becoming a witcher isn’t done with a gentle hand and tender words.”
He motioned for you to come to him. You obliged, allowing him to hold you close as you both looked out over the mountains.
“But children need to experience the world from a young age. Otherwise they won’t be able to survive it once they are set free to begin their own lives.”
“Since when did you become so poetic?” You teased, pushing your shoulder into his chest. He chuckled, shaking his head softly.
“I think Vesemir’s rubbing off on me.”
You looked away from him for a few moments before your eyes began to wander back to him.
“Thank you.” You leaned over to kiss his cheek.
“Anything for you, sunshine.”
Witcher Masterlist
Last Updated: 11/17/2022
(Geralt)
Dating
Drinking Game
(Jaskier)
Dating
Drinking Game
Storyteller
Witchers + stressed singlemom!reader
Summary: The reader is a very stressed and anxious single mom, and the witchers comfort her after a long day
Beginning Notes: Decided to do small drabbles for each of the witchers and added Geralt just because. First work in this fandom, so feedback is much appreciated. The reader, kids and witchers are in Kaer Morhen for the winter because Nilfgaard is making most of the continent too unsafe for all the witcher SOs to leave their lovers alone in this oneshot.
Tagged: @shit-i-say-shit-i-think, @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie (idk if you wanted to be tagged for every fandom or just vikings, but i saw you reblog a few eskel fanfics so i thought i'd tag you anyway)
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Geralt
The only reason why he had gone back into the freezing hall so late at night was because he had forgotten his medallion there after a long evening of drinking games with Lambert. So he didn’t exactly expect to see you there, head buried in your hands with a drink next to you.
You hadn’t been there for dinner or drinking afterwards, Geralt realized now. Had you even eaten? Why hadn’t you been there with the rest of them? Were you sick?
“What are you doing here?” he asked instead, and immediately wanted to hit himself. Of all things he could have said, he chose the words that sounded the most accusatory.
You looked up at him, slightly startled. “Oh. Hello Geralt. I just needed some peace.”
“Hmm.” He replied. “Did you eat yet?”
You shook your head. Fuck. You’d finally put the kids to bed, but you’d totally forgotten about your own dinner.
Geralt sighed, and left the hall, leaving you to sip some more wine and brood. You probably didn’t look half as good as any of the witchers doing it.
You didn’t expect Geralt to come back at all, but he set down a bowl of stew in front of you, before taking a seat next to you.
“I warmed it up with Igni so it might be a little hot.” He told you.
“Thank you.” You replied. The first bite was so good it made you realize just how hungry you actually were.
Geralt didn’t talk to you while you ate, something you were very grateful for in the moment. When you were done with your stew, he set it aside.
“Why weren’t you at dinner? Ciri missed you.” He said.
“Sorry. I was busy with the kids.” You replied. “I’ll be there tomorrow.”
There was a pause while you mulled over your words, hoping that Geralt wouldn’t be as disappointed as Ciri. You could feel tears prick your eyes in exhaustion. The kids had been fussy enough today, and now you’d let Ciri down too.
“Hey.” Geralt said, but you almost didn’t hear him. “Hey, are you okay?” he repeated.
Quickly, you wiped the tears threatening to fall, hoping that he wouldn’t notice. “Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”
Geralt shrugged. “It’s hard enough to manage one teenager, and Ciri’s only been with me for a bit. Can’t imagine having to put several kids to bed each night.”
“Sorry if it’s been a bother. We could still move down to the village-“
“You’re not a bother. Who told you that?” Geralt demanded.
“Well,” you began, searching for words. “Their father expected me to take care of them and…”
Geralt seemed genuinely confused at that. “So he didn’t help you?”
You shook your head. “It was my job. And it looks like I keep messing it up.”
He shook his head, before he moved even closer, pulling you into a hug. You sank into it, letting Geralt hold you. Neither of you said anything, and you were glad that he was so quiet. He let you cry onto his shirt with no comment, and when you were done, he carefully wiped the tears from your face.
“You’re an amazing mother. Tomorrow, ask me for help. I love you.” He demanded, and you gave him a slight smile.
“Thank you, Geralt. I love you too.”
Eskel
Fuck. You should have known that Eskel would be in the library. He loved to read, and you hadn’t seen him in the hall or in the courtyard with the others. You prayed that he was engrossed enough in his book that he wouldn’t notice you sneaking past.
Highly unlikely, considering that he’s a trained witcher. You told yourself.
Still, you took a route that hid you behind bookshelves, searching for the section that would hopefully have the right book for you. Eskel looked up once, when you brushed a book that was sticking out into the cramped space between shelves.
Finally, you found the section you had searched for, with books that held advice regarding illnesses. Your youngest had come down with some sort of flu and fever, but for now, it wasn’t too bad. You wanted to take care of them for as long as you could before bothering the others.
There was a book titled ‘Children’s illnesses’ in the shelf, and you almost cried tears of relief then and there. Had Vesemir or some other witcher bought it to take care of the boys before they underwent the Trial of Grasses?
The only problem was that your perfect book was on a top shelf. Not a problem for a hulking witcher, but for a regular human being like you? As quietly as you could, you reached up, and when that didn’t work, you stepped onto the first shelf.
It gave a creak of protest, but it wasn’t too loud, so you stayed where you were. Peering through the shelves, you threw a look at Eskel, who was still reading.
Then, you reached up, grabbing the book firmly and pulling it out. Another book fell out beside it, tumbling to the floor. Just your luck.
“Fuck.” You cursed under your breath. Quickly you picked it up and made to leave the library. You almost didn’t notice Eskel, who stood across from you, sword raised.
“I thought you were something else.” Eskel sighed. “Why are you sneaking around in the library?”
“Just looking for a good book.” You lied. “Didn’t want to disturb you.”
Eskel glanced down at the spine of your book.
“Children’s illnesses. What a riveting read.” He commented dryly.
“Sorry.” You sighed. “I didn’t want to annoy anyone.”
“You’re not annoying anyone. You’re one of the nicest people here. And I love you.”
“Thank you. Love you too. Well, I have the book, so I’ll just go and search for the right stuff.” You said, making to leave.
Eskel caught your arm, stopping you as you tried to brush past.
“Are you alright love?” he asked.
You gave what you hoped was a convincing laugh. “Yeah of course. Just a bit tired. But I’m great, really!”
“We’re all willing to help you.” Eskel reminded. “Especially me. Your kids are the closest I’ll ever be to being a father. I want to help you.”
You didn’t say anything, giving Eskel an awkward smile.
“You should be annoyed at me for spending so little time with you lately. You don’t have to take care of my kids too.”
“Who told you that?” Eskel asked. “Was it that dirtbag that tried to keep you in your own house?”
Apparently, your silence was enough of an answer because Eskel hugged you tightly. “You’re an amazing woman and a better mother than anyone I can think of. Yennefer wishes she was you.”
“Thank you. Even though I doubt an extremely powerful and immortal sorceress is jealous of me.” You sniffled.
“She is.” Eskel promised. “Now, let’s go find Vesemir and ask him for advice. I swear, he knows every single grass to ever grow on the Continent.”
Lambert
No one would notice if you left the dinnertable now, right? You needed to check up on the baby. Call it motherly intuition, but you knew they were awake and up to create chaos right in this moment.
Quickly, you looked over to where Lambert was sitting. You had to stop yourself from laughing. He was telling the story from that one job again, the one he had told your oldest three times already. They still wanted to hear it over and over.
Speaking of oldest, they were talking to Ciri, who was showing off her newest bruises. You were right, no one was paying attention to you. Time to make a quiet exit.
You began sneaking away, walking through the long and dark hallways of Kaer Morhen. There was a feeling of anxiousness and inevitability on your chest, similar to when you had still been with your children’s father.
Lambert had gotten you out of that situation, but you couldn’t run to him for everything.
Almost angrily, you stalked up a flight of stairs and rounded another corner. Suddenly, a rat scurried across your path, and you shrieked, stepping backwards, only to bump into a wall that hadn’t been there before.
Turning around, you shrieked again as you stared up at Lambert.
“Fuck Lambert!” you exclaimed. “You almost scared me to death.”
He gave a quick laugh. Annoyed, you turned around, continuing down the hallway, and Lambert jogged up behind you.
“Hey, why’d you just sneak off during dinner? Meeting your secret lover?” he asked.
“And who would that be?” you asked. “I’m checking on the baby.”
“The baby’s fine.” Lambert insisted. “You’re worrying too much.”
“They’re creating chaos.” You replied. “I know it.”
“And what chaos could a one-year-old create?” Lambert asked.
“I don’t know!” you replied, throwing up your hands. “Probably painting the walls with their own poop. Who the hell knows?”
“You need to calm down.” Lambert told you gently, the humor leaving his voice. Carefully, he put his hands on your shoulders, turning you around to face him.
“The baby’s sleeping, the toddler is safe as my betting chip for Gwent and your oldest is annoying Ciri.”
“Oh god, they’re annoying Ciri.” You almost shouted. “What am I going to do?”
“Take a breath, for starters.” Lambert said.
“Stop joking!” you hissed, jabbing a finger into his chest. Then, you realized that this was Lambert you were talking to, who was trying to take care of you.
“Sorry.” You apologized. “I’ll check on the baby and then I’ll be right back with you. Promise.”
“Y/N. I am not your ex-husband. I want to help you, and you don’t have to manage everything at the same time. You’re doing amazing. And I love your kids, even when they throw up on my shirt.” Lambert reminded. “Now let’s go check on the baby.”
“Your shirt. Right, I’ve washed that, it’s drying over the fire.” You brabbled on as Lambert guided you to your shared room.
Quietly, he opened the door and threw a look inside. “See, they’re sleeping.” Lambert assured.
You stared into the dark, barely seeing anything. You knew Lambert could probably spot a spider in the corner of the room with his enhanced senses, but still, the baby was not smearing poop on the walls and that was a start.
Sighing in relief, you closed the door.
“Come here.” Lambert said, pulling you into a hug. “Let’s go back down. The others probably already miss you.”
You nodded, taking Lambert’s hand as you walked towards the hall. Then, you froze in your spot.
“Wait, did you say that you used my child as a betting chip for Gwent?” you exclaimed. Lambert shrugged.
“Had to get your attention somehow.”
Coen
Coen was out training Ciri, together with Lambert and Geralt, and for once, you were relieved that he wasn’t there. That way, no one was there to see you run around between kitchen, sleeping chambers and the dining hall, trying to appease the devil that was your child in this moment.
All the other witchers were out too, Vesemir making repairs and Eskel in the stable, while Jaskier was too engrossed in composing to notice you running in and out of the hall.
You just needed to find the blanket your kid wanted so desperately and then they’d stop their tantrum, right?
It was embarrassing, your child screaming their head off in their room, and you being unable to do anything to make it stop.
But the blanket was gone, and for the love of Melitele, you could not find it. Tiredly, you went back into your personal hell and picked your child up, trying to rock them to sleep.
Nothing worked. No amount of rocking, not a single lullaby, not letting them scream themselves to exhaustion. They were a never-ending source of noise.
“Please just go to sleep.” You tried again. “Come on, just for half an hour. I still have to take care of your brother. He fell this morning.”
They didn’t listen. Exhausted, you lied them down, which only made them scream even louder. So you picked them up again, desperately trying to make it stop.
“Do you need any help?” Jaskier asked suddenly. Startled, you whipped around.
“Jaskier? What are you doing here?” you asked.
“You were gone from the hall.” He shrugged. “And that baby has a truly incredible lung capacity.”
You sighed. “Yeah, sorry about that.”
“Nothing to be sorry about. Do you need any help?”
You shook your head, feeling a migraine build behind your eyes.
“You need help, I’m getting Coen.” Jaskier decided.
“No, please don’t.” you began, but with an extravagant twirl, Jaskier was gone.
“Fuck. Fucking bard.” You muttered, rocking your baby, ignoring how heavy your arms were. A few minutes later, Coen stormed into the room.
“You need help.” He said.
“No, I don’t.” you replied. “I don’t know what Jaskier was going on about.”
“Look into the mirror.” Coen suggested. You turned around, only to be met with a sight that reminded you of someone delusional. Your braid was dissolving into chaos, your eyebags were as dark as ever and-
“I’m fine.” You insisted.
Coen crossed his arms, until your resolve softened (which wasn’t hard, considering that you were about to fall asleep on the spot).
“Alright. Can you hold them for a second? My arms are a bit heavy.” You asked. Coen looked a bit reluctant.
“I don’t know how to hold a baby.” He replied. Carefully, you arranged his arms and laid your child down. Coen smiled at them, beginning to rock them back and forth softly. It was an almost comical sight. The giant witcher going soft at a tiny, screaming bundle of anger.
You wanted to search for the blanket in the room, but you noticed how quiet the baby had become almost immediately. Turning around, you saw them sleeping while Coen softly hummed to them.
“How did you do that?” you whispered.
“I don’t know.” Coen whispered back.
“That’s not fair. I thought they wanted their blanket.”
Coen put them into the bassinet, before he dared to shrug.
“You’re a natural.” You smiled. “You’d make a great father.”
Coen’s smile got even wider. “And you already make an even better mother.” He replied, hugging you tightly.
How the Witcher Characters would react to Lambert's child surprise
...having a similar temper as him
A/N: I think Lambert and his child surprise would have a very fun dynamic that would entertain the witcher fans. They’d definitely argue a lot and then go off to opposite ends of the camp to sulk like children only to make up a few minutes later and kick some ass. It would make for some amazing banter in my opinion.
Tagged: @lucyinthelibrary @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie @sunndust @bloatedandlonly (hmu to be added!)
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Geralt
He’s just surprised anyone can match Lambert’s verbal onslaught
Then again, he’s worried that you’ll hurt Ciri’s feelings, both of you being child surprises in Kaer Morhen
When the two of you do get in a fight, Ciri has to remind him that her grandmother is Calanthe
He doesn’t mind you raging on, he’s used to it from Lambert after all
More amused than insulted
Yennefer
Oh she’s pissed
She’s only just gotten used to Jaskier’s shenanigans, and now you
Nope, she can’t be around someone who expresses their anger so clearly
Avoids you, but will get into verbal arguments with you
The two of you are not good together, or scary together
Ciri
Literally does not care
As said, Calanthe is her grandmother
She’s thankful for some company that doesn’t treat her like a child or tiptoe around her
Great person to argue with (read: great sibling)
Perfect sparring partner
Triss
She’s so pure (at least in the Netflix series…)
Like, you CANNOT be angry at Triss
Only person exempt from your or Lambert’s anger
Which means that people flock her to avoid your anger
She doesn’t mind, enjoys her exclusive treatment
Eskel
He didn’t expect anything else
The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree
The tree being an angry witcher with a potty mouth
Looks on in amusement, mostly
Bets with Geralt over the outcome of you and Lambert’s arguments
Coen
He’s Lambert’s friend – he didn’t expect anything less
You won’t enrage him past an eyeroll
Will team up with you against Lambert
Also a great help for when Lambert is actually insulted
Vesemir
The first time he meets you he immediately goes
NOT THIS
Too bad, you’re there now
Does not put up with any more versions of Lambert
Finds outlets for you to let off some steam so that he doesn’t have to deal with it
If you feel comfortable, may I please request something where Netflix Coen brings his lady and her two kiddos to Kaer Mohren for the winter? Thank you so much for everything you've written so far <3
Also yes the did butcher Eskel and I was so disappointed.
A/N: I probably most likely completely butchered his character.... But I really really liked the idea and I really wanted to write for him! So I had to start somewhere! Someone who knows Coen better than me, please feel free to critique things!
Note: The name "Odie" in this fic is pronounced "Oh-dee" or at least that's how I pronounced it :)
The wind whipped around you, bringing with it a bitter chill that threatened to freeze you to the bones.
“Are we almost there?” Your youngest whined. You could feel Edda shivering from the cold.
“We’re nearly there.” Coen spoke from your left. He sat atop his buckskin mare named Alder with your eldest, Odette, riding with him.
“Keep your nose covered, Odie.” You told your daughter, taking note of the way her scarf was falling from her face.
You checked Edda’s scarf, adjusting it to make sure it would keep her warm.
The young six-year-old looked over to her sister and to Coen.
“Why doesn’t Coen have to cover his nose?” She huffed.
“I won’t freeze like you ladies will.” Coen told her.
Edda leaned back against your chest with a huff. She was growing tired of riding, and it was hard to be able to relax with the freezing temperatures.
“We’ve been traveling since morning, Coen.” You spoke quietly, turning your head so you could meet his gaze. “The girls are getting tired.
“I know, sunshine. I promise, we are almost there.”
***
Within less than an hour, the two horses were approaching a large stone structure mostly hidden into the side of a mountain. Snow covered the stone in a generous layer of white.
Your eyes carefully glided along the structure, taking note of a few places where there seemed to be torches lit.
The movement of something near a torch caught your attention. You gripped the reins tighter, searching the area above the wall for any more movement.
“What is it, Y/N?” Coen asked you. He could hear your heart pick up pace just a little and the way your breathing changed ever so slightly.
You furrowed your brows, shaking your head softly.
“I thought I saw something.”
“Where?” Edda sat up straight, pivoting her head back and forth as she searched for whatever you had seen.
“On top of the wall over there.”
“Probably just someone keeping watch.” Coen explained.
“There’s people where we’re going?” Odette looked over her shoulder to him.
“Not many, but there are a few.”
Once inside the first set of walls to the School of the Wolf, Coen slipped down from his horse and walked her in the direction of the stables.
You followed behind him. Your eyes flickered ahead of Coen, noticing a few horses in the stables that Coen was leading you to.
There were four horses in total: a chestnut mare, a black bay gelding, a gray gelding, and a piebald mare.
“Look at the horses, Edda!” Odette exclaimed.
“Whose horses are those, Coen?” Edda couldn’t seem to take her eyes off of the beautiful animals.
“My brothers. Maybe tomorrow I can properly introduce you girls to them.” Coen tethered Alder to a hitching post inside the shelter. He then turned and lifted Odette off of Alder’s back.
“Why not right now?” Edda frowned at him as he approached her to help her down as well.
“Because I don’t think you want to freeze your toes off now, do you?” Coen placed Edda on her feet and then looked down at her for a moment before bringing his eyes to you. “Besides, I think momma’s tired.”
You smiled just a little as you tried to hide your yawn with your hand.
Coen took your hands and let you slip down from your horse, Bee.
“But Coen–!”
“Edda.” You cut her off. “It is late. We don’t need to be out here too much longer.”
“Come on, Edda.” Coen put his hand on her shoulder and ushered her in the direction of the main doors.
“Are you sure it’s okay that we are here?” You spoke quietly as you walked alongside your witcher.
The two girls walked just ahead of you. You kept your eyes on them until Coen’s hand found your arm. He stopped you from walking and made you turn to face him.
“Stop worrying, sunshine.”
“I just don’t want to be unwelcomed.” You admitted.
“Wherever I am, you are welcomed.” He leaned down to kiss your head. “I sent a raven to Vesemir before we left telling him what was happening. I am sure he’s told the others.”
You said nothing, turning your head to find your girls.
“Y/N.” Coen turned your head back to him with gentle but cold fingers. “What has you scared?”
“I’m not scared.”
“Nice try. I can smell it on you, sunshine.”
You looked up at him, quiet for a few moments.
“I just…. I’m nervous about meeting them. Your family. There’s so much that could go wrong. I just don’t want them to dislike us.”
“They won’t dislike you, because I love you.” He kissed your head once more. “Come on now. Let’s go before you freeze.”
***
Coen pushed the large and heavy wooden door to the keep open, then held it for your daughters and yourself.
Edda and Odette both came to near immediate stops once they were inside of the keep.
In the large room were multiple tables. Most of them were empty.
A crowd of people sat at one of the tables, their loud chatter coming to a silence as the front door shut with a deep thud.
Silence filled the room. Your stomach churned with anxiety. You looked around from face to face.
This was Coen’s family.
“Fucking finally!” The man with curly red hair spoke first, his voice booming and echoing off of the high walls. The sound startled Odette and Edda, making them jump. “Thought you were gonna take until the next plague to fucking get here, Coen, you whoreson!”
“I planned to be here earlier, but I’m here now.”
“And who have you brought with you?” The eldest appearing man with gray hair approached Coen.
“Y/N of Brugge, and her girls, Odette and Edda.” Coen gestured to each of you as he said your names.
The redhead smacked the dark haired man with scarring on his face in the shoulder, a look of disbelief crossing the former’s face.
“That’s her, Eskel! That’s Sunshine!”
“You’re shittin’ me.” The dark haired one, Eskel, looked at you in disbelief, a smirk coming to his lips. “Good to finally put a face with all the stories, Little Miss Sunshine.”
“Who the hell is ‘sunshine?’” The other dark haired man asked. He was dressed in clothes that were much brighter than the other men’s.
“Don’t ask–,” Coen started, shaking his head but Geralt cut him off.
“Sunshine is the only name Coen’s ever given to a woman he’s been sharing stories about for the last four years.”
“Welcome home, wolf.” The older man with gray hair said. “I’m glad you made it safely.”
“Didn’t expect such shit weather so early in the winter.” Coen shook his head.
“Heard that this winter’s gonna be a nasty one.” Eskel told him.
“Just what we fucking need.” Coen muttered. “I’ve brought Y/N and her two here ‘cause I didn’t want to leave them for the winter. Nilfgard is closing in, and I didn’t feel comfortable leaving them in Brugge for the winter.”
“We’ll need to work on a room for the children. I’m sure you all are tired from your travels.” The elder witcher smiled at you.
“We are.” You nodded softly, placing your hand on Odette’s shoulder. “We appreciate your generosity greatly.”
“No need for any of that.” The witcher shook his head. “My apologies, but better introductions will be made in the morning. Your younguns should probably get to bed.”
“This way, Y/N.” Coen nodded for you to follow him.
You ushered the girls in his direction.
“Coen, a moment please?” Geralt moved to walk with his brother. “If it would be alright with the girls’ mother, they could sleep in the room with Cirilla.”
Coen came to a stop, his eyes widening.
“She’s here?”
Geralt shook his head, eyes closing for a moment.
“It’s a long story. But the offer is there. She’s in a room by herself down the hall from Lambert.”
“I’ll let Y/N know. Thanks.”
You watched as the White Wolf returned to the table the witchers had previously been at.
***
“I heard what Geralt said.” You spoke quietly to Coen as the girls walked just ahead of you both down the hall. “Who is Cirilla?”
He let out a sigh, his free hand coming to rub his face. One of his arms was linked with yours, elbows interlocked as he walked you through the halls of Kaer Morhen.
“Geralt’s Child Surprise. Princess of Cintra.”
You turned your head sharply to look at Coen, brows furrowed.
“The Princess? I-I thought she died in the sacking.”
“I thought so too. But I suppose not. Would you be okay with the girls staying in a separate room?”
You didn’t answer him immediately, your eyes finding the backs of your daughters’ heads.
Coen followed your gaze. His hand came up to your arm.
“You can say no, sunshine.”
You looked at him, guilt festering inside your stomach.
“I-I just don’t want them away from me on the first night, Coen. It isn’t because of where we are. I just…. You know how Edda with her nightmares and I’d hate to bother someone with them.”
He pressed a kiss to the side of your head. He understood your concerns with Edda. The poor girl was plagued with terrible nightmares, so much so that often times she would crawl into bed with her sister or with you in hopes to keep them at bay. Sometimes the nightmares could cause her to get so vocal that everyone in the entire home could hear her and were awoken.
***
Coen pushed the door to his room open and signed Igni into the hearth.
“You gals can have my room for the night. It’s far cleaner than any of the uninhabited rooms.”
“This is clean?” Edda furrowed her brow as she looked around. Odette nudged her in the arm.
“My apologies, my lady.” Coen smiled as he looked down at her. “This castle is hundreds of years old and until recently, has only ever had men living inside it. All of us are filthy.”
“I disagree with that statement.” Eskel commented as he walked by the doorway to go to his room.
The two girls giggled.
“Where will you stay for the night?” You asked Coen, taking note of the bed that would already be a very tight squeeze for you and the two girls.
“I don’t know that I’m going to get much sleep tonight.” He admitted, moving to place his hand on your arm so he could lean in for a brief kiss. “First nights at the keep are always a bit…. Rowdy. I’ll make sure we keep it down.”
“Rowdy?” Odette repeated.
“Yes, rowdy. Sharing stories, recounting what’s happened since the last winter, telling jokes. Sometimes there’s fighting. There was once singing too.” Coen nodded his head. “But you three need your rest.
“You do too.” You told him.
He held your gaze for a few heartbeats, a smile coming to his lips.
“I’m glad you’re here, you know?”
You returned the smile, your hand coming up to brush over Odette’s hair since she was closest to you.
“I know. Have fun down there, Coen.”
“Always do, sunshine. Sleep tight, girls.”
You watched as he left, closing the door behind himself.
“Come on, girls. Let’s get some sleep. This winter is going to be one for the books.”
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Hi, just wanted say you got me hooked on Coen fics. This has probably already been requested but I’m going to request it just in case but can you please do a part 2 (or more because I think this would be an adorable series) of your fic with Coen and his single mom reader with the 2 girls.
A/N: Hi babe! Here is part 2 to this fic :) I plan on making a few more fics in this universe with Coen and his single mom SO, I just need to figure out plots for those fics!
Warnings: nothing outside of canon
You let out a sleepy groan, reaching out for Edda. She had fallen asleep in the middle of the bed between you and her sister.
As your arm reached out what should have only been a few inches, you found yourself reaching further and further across the bed until your fingers touched the stone cold wall on the other side.
A bit confused, you opened your eyes and lifted your head to see how the girls were laying. To your shock, you were alone in the bed.
“Edda?” You sat up quickly, your heart beginning to race.
Where were your girls? Why had they left without telling you? Where could they have gone?
“Odette?”
The room was entirely empty. Your voice echoed off of the high ceiling.
Hastily, you climbed out of the bed and pulled on your cloak before deciding that you would try to make your way through the massive keep to find your daughters.
You pulled the heavy door open and stepped out into the hall.You looked both ways, but ultimately you decided to go in the direction that you came from the previous night.
***
Your thumping heart echoed in your eardrums as you hurried down the old stone staircase, retreating your steps from the previous night. You had no idea if you were even headed in the right direction. You could only hope you weren’t getting yourself lost.
You pushed a door at the bottom of the staircase open and immediately ran into what felt like a brick wall.
“Easy there, woman.” Lambert chuckled. “What’s got you runnin’ like a bat out of hell? Seen a rat or something?”
“I’m looking for my girls.” You explained sheepishly. “They-They weren’t in the room when I woke up. Have you seen them?”
“I haven’t. I don’t reckon they’d have gotten very far.”
“Have you seen Coen?”
“I was just looking for the bastard myself.”
Anxiety swirled in your stomach.
“Could you help me find them? My girls?”
“Yeah, yeah.” Lambert nodded his head. Why were you so panicked? “Come on.”
You began to follow along behind him, picking your fingers as you tried not to think of what sort of trouble your girls could’ve gotten into.
“You so bent out of shape ‘cause they’re out of sight in a witcher’s keep?”
You looked up at the back of Lambert’s head.
“N-No. That’s not it.”
He snorted as if he didn’t believe you.
“I don’t like not knowing where they are. Especially in an unfamiliar place.”
***
After nearly fifteen minutes of searching, you found your girls and Coen in one of the courtyards.
“Good morning, sunshine.” Coen greeted you with a warm smile.
“I’ve been looking all over for you both.” You embraced Edda as she approached you. Odette came to your side as well.
“We’ve been out with Coen.” Odette said.
“He showed us around the castle!” Edda exclaimed.
“That sounds lovely.” Your eyes flickered over to your witcher.
“They were up early, and I didn’t want to bother you.” He smiled sheepishly.
“Next time, I would appreciate a note telling me where you’ve run off to. You know how I worry.”
“Irrationally so.” Edda groaned.
You watched your girls make their way into the keep. Your arms came up to cross over your chest.
An arm slipped around your waist. Coen kissed the side of your head.
“I’m sorry, Y/N.”
You turned your head to look at him once the girls were out of sight.
“I didn’t think about it.”
“It’s alright.” You murmured quietly, taking a few steps away from him so that you could follow Edda and Odette.
“Hey.” He spoke softly, his hand clasping your arm to make you stop. “I can hear how your heart still beats frantically. You were scared.”
“I was.” You admitted with a little nod of your head. “I don’t like not knowing where they are. Especially somewhere I am not familiar with.”
He started to walk alongside you. The both of you walked slowly towards the keep.
“Because it’s a home for witchers?”
“No, that isn’t the reason, Coen. And to know that you think that is why makes me upset, you know. Being around your family— no matter who they are or what their occupation is —does not change the fact that I do not like the girls going where I don’t know they are.”
He was silent for a few moments.
“Do you worry something will happen to them in my care?” His voice was quiet.
You stopped walking and turned to face him.
You weren’t sure if he was implying that you were fearful he would do something.
“I worry constantly about them.” You looked up at him. “Even when they are within my sight, I worry.”
“You know that I would lay down my life before ever letting anything harm them, don’t you?”
The smile that came to your lips was one of conflicting emotions. There was an indescribable feeling that came from knowing the man you loved would do anything to protect your girls. But the very thought of harm coming their way and resulting in his death made your stomach churn.
“I know you would, Coen. You love them like you’re own.”
He stepped closer to you, reaching his hand up to cup your cheek.
“I’m sorry I didn’t leave a note.” His words were breathed against your forehead. “I will if it happens again.”
You closed your eyes and leaned into his touch.
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