#punk!ciri

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Twinsies

Fandom: The Witcher Punk!AU (Future) Pairing: Punk!Jaskier x Reader / Punk!Valdryn / Punk!Gerennefer Word Count: 1445 Rating: T Taglist: @ficsandcatsandficsandcats​ @nevadawolfe​ @magic-multicolored-miracle​ @coffee-and-stories​ @whatevermonkey​

a/n: A little future punk!au drabble ft. Sam & Ciri that I’ve had in my head for a bit now.  Based off of the time both Kat & I unknowingly pinned the same shirt to both Jaskier & Valdo’s sections of our shared pinterest board.  Enjoy!

“Are they here yet?” Jaskier asked for the third time, and you forced yourself to take a deep calming breath, your phone buzzing, saving you from the urge to throttle your husband.

“Yen and Geralt just got here,” you announced, reading Yennefer’s text.

“It’s not them I’m worried about,” Jask exclaimed, pacing.  “Their kid’s also in the play, so of course they’ll be here on time.  It’s Aev and Valdo I’m worried about,” he ground out.  “That man is always late and I want to make sure we get the best seats in the house to see Sam!”

“Jaskier, calm down,” you murmured, placing your hand on his arm to stop his pacing.  “They haven’t even opened the doors yet.  Besides, Aevryn and Valdo only flew in a couple hours ago, they’re probably jet-lagged.”

“That’s no excuse for them to be late to their niece’s first theatrical production!” Jaskier cried dramatically, and you couldn’t help the grin that tugged at your lips as you grabbed his shoulders, forcing him to look at you.

“They’re going to be here on time,” you assured him, though he looked ready to argue.  “And do you want to know how I know that?”  Jaskier slowly closed his mouth, peering at you with interest. 

“Because I told Valdo to be here a half hour before they actually had to be here,” you explained.  “Which means…”

“They’ll be here on time,” Jaskier finished and shook his head ruefully.  “Okay, colour me impressed,” he said, pulling you in for a quick kiss.

“And speak of the devil,” he muttered, glancing past you as he spotted Valdo’s black Tesla whipping into the parking lot.

Soon Geralt and Yennefer met you by the front doors and the four of you waited for the last two members of your party.

“Hey, I hope we’re not late,” Aevryn exclaimed apologetically as you enveloped her in a hug.  “It took V forever to decide what to wear.”

“Oh, no, you’re right on time,” you assured her (a little smugly) before turning to greet her husband.

“Oh.”

You froze as Valdo stepped up behind Aev and your eyes fell to his shirt — dark blue with a muted floral print; sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and the top several buttons undone to show off a glimpse of his smooth chest, decorated by his usual layers of necklaces.  

“[Y/N], is something wrong?” he asked, a note of worry in his voice as you quickly brought your hand to your mouth to cover your grin.

That was when Jaskier turned from his conversation with Geralt and his blue eyes locked on Valdo.  “Oh no.  Oh nonononono,” he muttered in disbelief.

Aevryn broke her composure at the same time you could no longer hold back your own laughter; the other woman hanging off your shoulder, shaking with mirth at the sight of the two men wearing the. exact. same. shirt.

“You have to change!” Jaskier cried, scandalized, gesturing to Valdo’s chest.

“Why do I have to change?” Valdo demanded, equally scandalized.  “Why don’t you?”

“Because I was here first!”

“Well, I wear it better!”

“Nobody is going home to change,” you interjected sternly — the effect somewhat ruined as you wiped away the amused tears from the corners of your eyes from laughing so hard.  “Besides, there’s not enough time.”

Jaskier glanced at the watch at his wrist before scowling, knowing you were right.

“Now now gentlemen, you both look lovely,” Yennefer remarked; her dark painted lips carefully neutral, though a spark of amusement danced in her violet eyes as she studied Jaskier and Valdo’s sour expressions.  “It will be dark in the auditorium.  Just don’t sit next to each other and no one will even notice.”

You shared a dubious look with Aevryn, and even Geralt smirked briefly, but it was time for the doors to open and you were eager to find your seats.

True to Yennefer’s suggestion, Jaskier sat as far as possible from Valdo, who didn’t seem to mind, settling in the seat at the end of the row next to Aevryn.  Throwing his arm around her shoulders he leaned in to whisper something in her ear, his dark emerald gaze flicking to Jaskier, and Aev giggled, whispering something back as she stroked the side of his face fondly.

By Valdo’s smug smile you could only guess she was assuring her husband that he did indeed wear the ensemble better than Jaskier, as you had had to assure your own husband the same thing just moments earlier.

However when the lights dimmed and your daughter took the stage with Ciri, all other thoughts fell away.

——

After the show the six of you milled about the atrium with the other parents, waiting for the kids to come out for photos.

Jaskier was careful to keep his distance from Valdo, but you noticed more than a few curious stares from the other adults —whether because of the shirt or because they recognized either one or both of the men, you had no idea.

Yennefer disappeared into the crowd to go greet her friend Triss while Jaskier went to stand next to Geralt.

“Can you believe it?” he grumbled under his breath, his eyes trained on Valdo, who was currently speaking with [Y/N], his arm looped around Aevryn’s waist.  “What are the odds, hmm?”

“It’s not like he did it on purpose,” Geralt pointed out, following Jaskier’s gaze.  “He seemed just as surprised as you.”

“Well sure… I suppose,” Jaskier spluttered, frowning indignantly.  “It’s just… you think I look better in it, don’t you?”

Geralt grunted noncommittally, not really wanting to get drawn into it.

“Geralt?” 

“Perhaps you should start checking with Aev before you go out to make sure you and Valdo don’t match.”  The wolfish grin on his friend’s face nearly had Jaskier’s eyes bulging out of his head; his mouth gaping open.

He expression only soured further as Valdo approached, oblivious to the betrayal that had just occurred.

“I still can’t get over how absolutely wonderful the girls were tonight!” he exclaimed, practically beaming, all traces of smug superiority gone.  “I mean, talk about thespian perfection!  They both deserve Tony’s for that performance.”

You couldn’t help but smile fondly at Valdo’s earnest praise of your daughter and niece, and you threw a meaningful look at Jaskier, who seemed to calm somewhat, though he was subtly edging away from Valdo.

“Daddy!”

Sam’s gleeful cry cut through the low murmur of the milling crowd as she came running over, Ciri not far behind, to nearly bowl over Jaskier with a tight hug.

“What did you think?  Did you like it?  Did I do good?” Sam asked in quick succession; one question on top of the others.

“We were just talking about how wonderful you and Ciri both did, Mitka,” Jaskier exclaimed proudly, squeezing her back.

“Really?” Sam asked, glancing around at the other adults.  That’s when she noticed, her gaze stopping on her uncle Valdo before sharply swinging back to her dad.

“Oh my God, you guys are twinsies!  Did you plan that on purpose?” she squealed, her and Ciri breaking into an unstoppable fit of laughter.  

“Aunt Aevryn, you have to get a picture of this!” Sam cried, taking Valdo’s hand and pulling him over to stand next to her and Jaskier.

Both men glanced at each other uncomfortably over the young girl’s head, grimacing before plastering strained grins on their faces as Aev, giggling herself, snapped a photo with her phone.

“Should this go on the band’s Insta?” she teased, sticking out her tongue at Jask when he opened his mouth to argue.  “Y’know,” she said instead, crouching down to show Sam the photo for approval.  “This just goes to show what good taste they both have, because it’s not the only thing they were able to agree on tonight,” she remarked, glancing up to direct a pointed look at her husband and her best friend, a soft smile on her face.

“Oh yeah?  What’s that?” Sam asked.

“That they’re both really proud of you,” she whispered conspiratorially, loud enough for both men to overhear and at her words Jaskier and Valdo shared a rueful grin before moving to join the rest of you.

Bless Aev, you thought as she stood and Sam came over to throw her arms around you next.  She always did know the exact right thing to say to ultimately smooth over the former rivalry between her husband and yours; to remind them they were on the same side now.

“Okay, now we need a group photo, with everyone!” Sam declared, and this time there were no objections.

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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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Hey Kat! Could you do a Punk!AU fic of the whole gang, trying to redecorate Ciri’s new room, when she first gets fostered by Geralt and Yennefer, whist trying to help Ciri feel comfortable about her new forever home? Thanks so much!

Fandom: The Witcher Pairing: Punk!AU Family Word Count: 1,550 Rating: G Taglist: @heroics-and-heartbreak​ @whatevermonkey​ @mycat-is-mylove @mynamesoundslikesherlock​ @kemmastan​ @magic-multicolored-miracle​ @writingstudent​ @mlleecrivaine​ @coffee-and-stories​ @amirahiddleston​ @ultracolorfulnerdcollection​ @astouract​ @your-not-invisible-to-me @daydreamer-in-training @morelikebyesexual a/n: Faaaamily mooooments I loved this, thank you anon! xo

After a month they confirmed that there was no other family available to take in Ciri. In that time Geralt and Yennefer tried to find a balance between giving her space so they didn’t scare or smother her, and helping her feel supported and loved. When the time came when Ciri’s future was discussed she was quick to answer that she wanted to stay with them and Yennefer had never seen Geralt closer to tears save for the day Sam was born. They still went slowly, she went to therapy to process the trauma of losing her grandmother and they slowly gelled into a little family. Having Ciri and Sam meet had been a large part of her opening up. Sam was gentle but helped to pull her from her shell with her insistent friendliness and open warmth and it was Sam who was the first to raise the topic of the room.

“Ciri, you know I love you,” she said while having dinner at her Uncle and Aunt’s place one night, the start of a sentence that made Geralt and Yennefer exchange a nervous glance but made Ciri brighten no matter how many times she heard it, “But we have to talk about your room.”

“What about it?” Ciri asked, not hurt, just genuinely curious.

“It doesn’t have enough You in it,” Sam said emphatically with all of the gravitas her 10-year-old self could muster.

“What does Me look like?” Ciri asked with a shy smile, enjoying her friend’s theatrics.

“Well that’s a You question, isn’t it? But I do have some ideas,” Sam said.

“I’ll just bet you do,” Geralt muttered with an amused smirk.

“Ciri, we have some free time this weekend. How about you and Sam talk about the room and how you want it to look and we’ll see what we can do,” Yennefer suggested. Sam bolted out of her seat but Yennefer grasped her by the overly large sleeve of what looked suspiciously like one of Jaskier’s hoodies.

“After dinner,” she said with a pointed quirk of her eyebrow. Sam plopped back into her seat but leaned over to talk to Ciri, Geralt and Yennefer forgotten for the rest of the night.

-----

The doorbell rang and Ciri and Sam both ran to answer it, swinging it open to find Valdo and Aevryn.

“I’ve got pizzas, paint, and ponchos. What goes where?” Valdo asked, a pile of clear ponchos over an arm with a bucket of paint in the other and a stack of five pizzas between them.

“Uncle Valdo and Auntie Aevryn are here!” Sam yelled, voice echoing through the condo. Yennefer appeared from where she’d been helping Jaskier assemble a dresser, taking the pizzas from Valdo’s arms.

“Where’s Geralt?” Aevryn asked over the girl’s heads as they hugged her.

“He’s picking up something,” Yennefer replied enigmatically.

“You gotta come see how it looks so far!” Sam insisted, pulling Aevryn away from the kitchen. They zipped past Jaskier and Y/N who were debating what the instructions meant, the bones of a dresser beginning to form, and into the room that had been gutted. There were tarps laid down in anticipation of painting and the space looked much brighter with the window open and the dark curtains that had been thrown in as a placeholder for future decorating gone. Aevryn was suitably impressed and then led the girls back to eat where Valdo talked with them about the color scheme.

“Now, I thought about hiring someone to do this for us but frankly I don’t think they’d have what it takes,” Valdo explained in a conspiratorial whisper, “This is going to take a special touch and we have to make sure it’s done to suit your specific vision.”

Sam and Ciri nodded, totally transfixed by Valdo as he explained base coats and the accent wall and the final touch that would make it unique to Ciri. When they were done eating they put on the ponchos Valdo brought and the three of them headed into the room to paint.

“She seems like she’s really settling in,” Y/N said to Yennefer as she folded Ciri’s clothes, preparing them for the dresser that Aevryn too over helping Jaskier build.

“She really is,” Yennefer said with a soft smile, hand gently smoothing out the shirt she’d been wearing when she first arrived. She’d come such a long way since then, they all had.

“Where is Geralt?” Y/N asked.

“He’s bringing a surprise,” Yennefer answered with a wide smile, the violet eyes lighting up as she thought of it. You smiled in return and then went to check on your daughter to make sure more paint was going on the walls than herself.

-----

Geralt texted Jaskier when he arrived and Aevryn came out with him, determined to find out the surprise. When Geralt opened Roach she squealed and jumped up and down before hugging Geralt.

“Well done, dad,” she said. He beamed at the title, hoping that one day Ciri might call him by it but not worried. He loved her and he would take care of her and he didn’t need any special titles or privileges, that was enough for him.

“Is the room ready?” Geralt asked.

“Yep, Valdo got some sort of magic fast drying paint because of course he did,” Jaskier said with an eyeroll, narrowly dodging Aevryn as she went to swat him. “It looks gorgeous,” he admitted.

“Alright, then let’s these inside,” Geralt said, moving to grab the dolly he’d also brought.

Ciri and Sam proudly looked at their work, Sam’s arm thrown around Ciri’s shoulders. The walls were a pale, soothing blue except for one wall which was a darker navy color that had been splattered with golden toned paint. The effect was nearly as satisfying as the application, the girls had loved flinging the paint at the wall, Valdo lifting them up to reach the higher parts, and all agreed it was worth the paint that clung in Ciri’s already blond hair and across Sam’s nose and cheeks. The bed had been placed by the large bay window and Yennefer was just making it with the bedding Ciri had chosen when she heard the door open and the creaking sound of wheels. Ciri and Sam ran out and Yennefer heard their twin gasps.

“Ohmygod Uncle Geralt did you make that?” Sam squealed. He nodded but his eyes fell to Ciri.

“It’s important to have a good bookcase. And I’ve been told bookcases should match their desk,” Geralt said with a little glance at Valdo who nodded. The bookcase and desk were both hewn from cherry wood and though simple in design, each had been lovingly hand-carved with detailing that elevated them. Ciri ran her fingers along the patterns that had been carved, the wood smooth to the touch after staining and sealing, and they lightly traced the CIRI burnt into the top. Her wide green eyes looked into his amber ones.

“You made this for me?” she asked.

“Do you like it?” he asked after nodding in answer.

“I love it,” she breathed. Geralt beamed proudly and somewhere behind them someone sniffed. Geralt looked up to find Jaskier wiping at his eyes, Y/N comfortingly rubbing his shoulder as he tried to contain his emotions. Geralt shook his head with a smirk and then looked back at Ciri who was still gazing in awe at the furniture.

“You know where you want these to go?” he asked.

“Uncle Valdo, what do you think?” she asked.

“I know exactly where those should go,” Valdo answered.

----

Sam and Ciri sat on her bed, looking up at the glowing stars that had been painted into the ceiling to give off an iridescent light so Ciri could always sleep under the stars. The bookcase was pressed against the wall by the door and the desk sat in front of the splattered wall. More pieces would be brought in the next day, the tie-dye beanbag and the dresser once it was completed, but Ciri had wanted to sleep in it tonight. The breeze rolling in through the open window shifted the gauzy dark blue curtains and Sam sighed happily.

“Well what do you think?” she asked, bright blue eyes taking in the room with an assessing eye, thinking about what decorations were needed to flesh out the space and whether she should try and pick up the fight again to let Ciri have a real sword instead of the wooden ones that currently hung on the wall.

“It’s perfect,” Ciri said quietly. Her eyes fell to the mirror across the way where she could see the two of them sitting side by side, the stars above them and the salty ocean air rolling in off the Sound.

“Do you feel at home? Does it feel like You?” Sam asked, determined that her cousin have nothing less than exactly what she wanted.

“Yeah,” Ciri said thoughtfully, “Yeah, it really does. But I think that’s because of you guys.”

“Well, us guys,” Sam corrected, “Cuz you’re one of us now.”

Ciri smiled shyly and nudged Sam with her shoulder who nudged her back and the pair of them flopped back on the bed giggling, the sound bringing smiles to Geralt and Yennefer who stood outside the door. 

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made the punk!au gang with this picrew that i’ve seen going around & @ficsandcatsandficsandcats made the 2nd generation

Jaskier, Geralt, Yennefer Valdo, Aevryn Sam, Nic, Ciri