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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game), Wiedźmin | The Witcher Series - Andrzej Sapkowski, Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Prince Adrien/Kiyan (The Witcher)
Characters: Kiyan (The Witcher), Prince Adrien (The Witcher), Scoia'tael Members (The Witcher)
Additional Tags: Date in the woods, Lovers' Tryst, Murder Husbands, Fighting Together, Blood and Injury, assholes in love, Canon-Typical Violence
Series: Part 7 of Unbury The Gays
Summary: The erratic prince insisted on rendezvous in the woods, and Kiyan reluctantly followed him to a secret place. And while Kiyan expected this date to be a dud, he hadn't anticipated the extent to which things could get out of hand.
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This fic is part of the @save-a-witcher-bingo challenge and fills "Fighting Together" square.
It is also part of the Unbury The Gays series. You can read it as a stand alone, but you will understand it better as part of a series.
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"How long are we going to wander in these woods?" Kiyan finally asked some time after they’d left the path to shove through the bushes.
"Patience, kitty, I told you, I know a spot," Adrien replied, making his way through the scrubs with unflagging enthusiasm. "I saw it on a hunt last week, I’m sure you'll like it."
"I doubt it," Kiyan muttered under his breath. "And I don't understand what's wrong with a decent bed and clean sheets. Trust me, I've slept in the woods many times before, and it's not as exciting as you think."
"You've slept in the woods many times without me." Adrien looked back at him with that cocky smirk of his. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you will be excited."
"I would be just as excited, if not more so, at the prospect of a comfortable mattress and silk sheets."
"Oh?" Adrien feigned surprise in his very theatrical style. "Did you just admit that there are certain aspects of noble life that you enjoy? Could it be that I’ve spoiled you?"
"I'm not spoiled, just pragmatic." Kiyan sighed, already knowing that he had made a mistake by revealing this weakness. His little secret was that he actually loved Adrien's ridiculously expensive, fancy sheets and his big comfy bed. "If you spend most of your life sleeping outdoors, you appreciate those moments when you have a mattress under your ass instead of pine cones and wet leaves."
"Okay, I'll let you taste my magnanimity," Adrien said, continuing with his theatrical tone and heaping on extra mockery. "So you don't have to worry about a pine cone biting your delicate ass. You can be on top, I'll be on the bottom."
"Which is exactly where you belong," Kiyan teased back, and Adrien deliberately let go of the branch he was holding, sending it swinging at Kiyan’s face. His hand snapped up, witcher-fast, and caught the branch before it reached him. However, he didn’t comment on this treacherous attack, because the bushes finally ended and they saw a meadow dotted with small wildflowers and herbs, lit by the rays of the afternoon sun. A rainbow stretched over the meadow, a memory of the morning rain. The whole thing looked almost unreal as if it had fallen straight out of a fairy tale.
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