Witcher - A Family, No Matter How Strange

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Geralt stepped into his room and stopped dead in his tracks. His heart began to flutter, who said Witcher's didn't have feelings? Laying in a cuddled pile was not only his 'adopted' daughter Ciri, but Yennefer and Jaskier. The blonde child was held between them. Yen on the right and Jaskier on the left, the bard and the mage held their child as they slept.

Geralt crept in, set his sheathed sword beside the doorframe besides Jaskier's guitar and laid beside them. As he got into the bed the pile seemed to move subconsciously. Jaskier woke long enough to adjust how they laid together, The Witcher now in the middle, Ciri laying on his chest, Jaskier and Yennefer on either side of him.

This was the way Geralt liked it, while Ciri was usually in her own bed just one room over, he was used to being in between a sleeping Yen and Dandelion.

As morning crept in Lambert went to wake Ciri and the others. He first opened Ciri's door, panic crept within him as he didn't see the girl. Lambert raced to the door beside hers to warn Geralt of the girls disappearance when he stumbled upon the cuddle pile. He couldn't help but smile, he stepped out of the room to let them wake on their own. Geralt woke first but knew very well he would be the last to get out of bed, Jaskier and Yennefer continued to hold onto either side of him, and Ciri continued to hold onto him.

Jaskier woke next, he smiled leaning forward kissing Geralt's chiseled jaw line. Geralt smirked as Jaskier climbed out of bed. He carefully picked up Ciri allowing Geralt to get out of the bed before he placed her back down on the bed.

Mother and daughter laid tangled together.

Yennefer's forehead pressed against Ciri's.

Geralt smiled looking down at his girls, Jaskier smiled looking up at Geralt than down to their girls. Jaskier strapped his guitar to his back, he enjoyed playing music for The Witcher's and for his family. "We should let them both sleep, Ciri did a lot of training last night and Yennefer frets over her." Jaskier whispered, Geralt nodded taking the bards hand in his own carefully.

They entered the dining hall, the other Witcher's smiling as they entered. There had never been so much joy within the walls of the Witcher's keep. Jaskier began to play his guitar, a plate of breakfast beside him awaiting the girls to wake.

Yennefer woke first, as her violet eyes fluttered looking over her sleeping blonde child. She carefully caressed her cheek adjusting a hair behind her ear. She couldn't help but smile, her child, her very own child. She would have punched anyone in the face or blasted them if they had ever said she would be a mother one day.

She had thought she lost that a lot time ago.

Ciri soon woke and their eyes met.

Green and Violet.

"Good morning my cub."

"Morning." Ciri smiled, the two fully woke they dressed and headed towards the dining hall. As they entered the sound of music filled their ears. Yennefer held Ciri in her arms spinning her about the room, Geralt smiled as Jaskier began to sing. The other Witcher's clapped in glee as they watched the two girls dance together.

There was joy within the keep, they were a family.

A big fucked up family, but a family none the less.

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