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Request: The Heros: Vernon x Ciri- Just Love Me

Pairing: Vernon R. x Ciri

Pov: Vernon Roche

Warnings: smut, fluff, undescribed feeling for each other, direct feelings, straightforward emotions, almost smut, kissing, making out.

Summary: Ciri is hopelessly in love with Vernon, but Vernon has a hard time showing her the same feelings back.

A/n- firefly-graphics for dividers

WC- 1.6k

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Ciri had been staring at me since the second we had sat down. Her eyes never left me, even though she was holding onto her beer she never once took a sip. I could see her out of the corner of my eye. Her cheeks were rosy, and her eyes were wide with wonder like she had never seen someone like me. Nothing let in wonders like that, Ciri was wonderful, smart, and exquisite. It was harder than it seemed. Yeah sure I had feelings for Ciri, but I wasn’t able to just belt those feelings out. 

Not only was Ciri strong-headed and always well most of the time got what she was after, her father was number one a witcher, and a dear friend of mine. I could imagine the look I might get from him as I ask him if I could marry his daughter. Those daggers of yellow stared deep into my very human soul. If it was just the two of us that I had to worry about I would have turned in that seat and belted out to ciri that I loved her, and I wanted her as much as I felt that she wanted me. 

But at last, it wasn’t just the two of us. Zoltan and Dandelion sit across from us. It also doesn’t help that Zoltan is a rather great much better friend of Geralts than I. I sip at my beer, as Dandelion rambles on about his next song, and the adventures he wishes he could manage to go on. Zoltan listens with intent which I think personally is skewed by just how long the two of them have been around each other. 

Ciri is still staring, she looks so dazed, her finger twirls a bit of her hair as she half listens to the story that Dandelion is making up on a whim. The tavern had been closed for far too many hours now. The crowd of late drunks had run out hours ago, so it just left the fours of us, and let us be honest here. 

No tavern owner or barkeep was willing to kick Ciri out. A witcher, and a princess even if that part was kept quiet. “So Ciri, when is the next time you see your father?” Zoltan asked I watched from the corner of my ear as her blush grew with color, and her face went through a few different changes. With a few fumbles of her words, she was finally able to get what she wanted out. “Oh, you know how Geralt can be sometimes. Yennefer has him all tangled up.” Ciri managed to get out before taking a sip of her beer. “I don’t know about that, Ciri. Geralt doesn’t exactly let people tell him what to do.” Dandelion was most definitely correct, but Yennefer was different. “I would say that you would normally be right, but this Yennefer we’re talking about.” Ciri motioned towards the two empty chairs that sat at the other sides of the table. 

They were supposed to make it our little lunch date with everyone.  Reunion of sorts, but Ciri was spot on. Yennefer had sent a message saying that they wouldn’t be able to make it, something about something. “I think the Geralt I met long ago is not the same that’s around nowadays,” Dandelion commented as he gulped down the rest of his beer. Zoltan chuckled, and as I looked over the edge of my shoulder it wasn’t Ciri staring at me or whimsically trawling her hair around her thin finger. She was biting her lip, tongue coming out to coat her lips in wetness. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest. 

I cleared my throat. Ciri had let me catch her. Right here in this moment, but so many times beforehand. I had caught her staring at me as we camped one night. My clothes had been ruined so that needed to be washed, then dried. She took that time to gaze upon me, scars flattering my skin. I caught her that night, and every night after I have caught her gaze at me from afar or from the side of me when she pushes me into a booth so nobody else gets the chance to sit down next to me. 

I could feel my cheeks rise in heat. “I think…” With one last long sip of my beer, I got up, dusting off my clothes. “I think I’ll be retiring to my room now. It’s been great talking with you again. I hope to see you soon…” Towards the end, my words started to mix, as panic began to ensue in my body. Ciri was getting up, smiling at Zoltan and Dandelion. “I must go now… with Vernon. We’ve got an early day tomorrow.” My mouth hung open as I tried to think of anything to say to Zoltan or Dandelion. 

There was a knowing look from Zoltan and a more dumbfounded expression on Dandelion’s face. Ciri began to walk away, a pep in her step. I stood like an idiot, a slap to my shoulder jolted me out of my cationic state. Zoltan, a raised brow. “Are you gonna keep lettin’ her stare at you or are you gonna do something about it boy?” I was stunned, I figured he would have been more protective over his best friend’s daughter. I swallowed. I shook my head and with a laugh, he pushed me closer to her. 

Once more hard swallow and my breath got stuck in my throat as I walked behind Ciri. She leads me towards a door, and then she’s walking in like nothing was about to happen. Ciri somehow knows that I’m following her, that she’s taking me in the right direction. Her hips are of course swinging in full motion. Her dress flows with such a swing that I almost trip over my own feet as I follow behind her at one point. When she stops I’m not even paying attention, I bump into her.

Pushing her into the doorframe and everything. Ciri held her breath, “You’re so close Vernon.” The way she pointed it out with such a sultry tone in her voice made my knees almost crumble to the ground. I could praise the women that stand in front of me if I was worthy enough to praise her, to stand next to her, or hold her hand and heart together at once but at last. Ciri deserves someone more, someone who deserves her and that’s not me. 

She must know that I’m in my thoughts and far too long. When she turns grabs the handle of the food and grabs me. Pulling me into the room with a force I haven’t felt in a long time. It’s a small room, a utility room, a pantry of sorts. There’s just enough room for us, but ciri has her chest pressed up against mine. Her breasts pressed into my chest, I can feel her racing heartbeat against my chest, I wonder if she can feel mine.

 The door is shut. It’s just the two of us in the small closet space. All I breathe in is her, her scent is wrapped up in everything that’s around me. I can only look her in the eyes, and then she’s staring back at me. She licks her lips, and then her voice fills the void around us. “Vernon I just… I need to tell you this because it’s driving me insane…” She licks her lips again and her eyes don’t leave mine. I can smell the beer on her breath as she talks. 

“Vernon I just want you… Do you understand?” Her words are more than sultry, she isn’t drunk instead she’s drunk on her own words and feelings. I can’t think of words at all, nothing shows up. Not even as she leans in and her lips ghost mine.

Or as she whispers against my lips, “I’ve tried so hard to show you, Vernon.” Lips against lips, but not just yet kissing. I don’t have the time or the space to back out of this at all. I know Ciri deserves better, deserves more. And that’s just on top of the long list of other things that would make this all the more wrong. Geralt would have a lot to say seeing that Ciri is his daughter after all. 

“Do you think I didn’t notice? Do you think I didn’t notice the way you’ve always looked at me Ciri, but it’s just…” I try, “It’s just what?” she presses, “You’re Geralts daughter, and I’m not good enou…” Her lips are pressed against mine, she’s kissing me hard. Like her whole body is pressed into mine even more so than before. She doesn’t care that she took my breath away. She doesn’t give a shit that I can feel my heart racing against my chest. I can’t hold back as her lips attack mine. She’s tasty, and fills me with a sort of warmth that I haven’t felt in a very long time. She pulls away, and her lips are bright red, puffy. But her eyes are glossed over with a relaxed look. 

She pulls me forward my head reaching her shoulder, “Vernon will you just fuck me already and forget about everything else!?” Ciri isn’t begging, or really even asking me. She’s demanding that I fuck her right then and there in the tiny little closet space. I can’t deny her, I’m just all too weak to deny what she wants, so I let it happen. 

Completed on: 05/08/2023

Posted on: 05/30/2023

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𝘈 𝘔𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘎𝘪𝘧𝘵... 💜

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"Guess who?"

"Ah, Ciri! Looks like my precious swallow is back."

"It's your day, mummy. I wouldn't miss it for the world. And I've brought you the best present ever."

Yennefer said nothing, but lifted her eyebrows with a curious smirk on her face, as if daring her daughter to tell her what she doesn't know.

"Myself!" Ciri laughed as she hugged her mother from the back.

"Tsk, my cheeky little ugly one... my dearest daughter..." Yen started, her gaze turning soft as she looked over at the Witcheress hugging her, "you're not just a gift for today, silly. You're the most invaluable gift destiny has ever given to me."

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