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#jaskier as a dad
spielzeugkaiser · 9 months
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Kind of a second part to this - inspired by a convo I had with @panur in the replies! Ciri comes to them for cuddles and at this point Geralt is 100% awake, but Jaskier handles it all rather well.
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patroclusdefencesquad · 8 months
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enter : the prince of redania
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nullio · 9 months
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Geralt accidentally developing Dad Humor, even when he wasn't actively invested in or looking for Ciri- it just happens by rule of the universe
like this,
Jaskier falls from a tree, off a small ledge, down a short hill
Jask: Geraaaalt, I've hurt my leg!
Geralt: sigh, fine. Let me look
...hmm...
Geralt: we'll have to amputate
Jaskier: GERALT
-one more-
Jaskier: EUGH- Geralt! There's a nasty bug on my pillow
Geralt: let me see...ah, it's a brain sucker
Jask: brain sucker?!
Geralt: yes, don't worry
*he flips over and lies down again*
Geralt: it starved
please please please, Geralt dad humor
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I just know that Geralt tries his best to do cute things for Jaskier every once in a while and every. single. time. something goes horribly wrong and he’s so angry about it and Jaskier laughs at first but then he pulls him in for a kiss and says thank you anyway and how much he loves it. And Ciri just sits there smiling at her dads
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toapoet · 11 months
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i know geralt is like token grumpy guy but what if he was also like…the “free dad hugs” guy at pride. ??
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ronon-dex · 10 months
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watching the witcher remembering the entire time that 3 seasons of chemistry with costars and scene presence is about to evaporate inside a hemsworth
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devil-of-books · 2 years
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Geralt, sharpening his sword:
Jaskier, sneaking up on him from behind and jumping onto him and hugging him: HII
Geralt, who definitely sensed His Bard but didn’t want to stop him because he secretly likes it: *grunts*
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The saddest thing is the witcher could have portrayed healthy found familial relationship in a non-traditional way, but they went and forced yennefer into the role of mother, geralt into the role of father, completely did away with jaskier, and didn't even bother to consider that every single witcher in Kaer Morhen could be considered ciris father, but no, there's a husband and a wife and a child and that's all there is to it
#witcher#the witcher netflix#geralt of rivia#jaskier#yennefer of vengerberg#also yennefer is historically NOT a good maternal figure for ciri#it was so ooc for geralt to just completely forgive her at th end of s2#like i have never had a child but i do have nieces and nephews and they are very dear to me#and if anyone pulled that sort of shit with them i would hunt them and waterboard them not cuddle them on a battlement jesus christ#also the fact that like the witchers are relegated to uncle positions is so fucking dumb#a girl can and should have 20 dads if she wants#bc like kaer morhen is basically a commune right#so they good have given us some good non stereotypical family vibes maybe some polyam#but they ruined it#they gave us two people who could barely stand each other forom the time they met and a lady who traumatised this guys daughter#and they were like nah its fine theyre gonna live happily ever after#WHERES THE FUCKING BARD#IS HE LIVING HAPPILY EVER AFTER#also fuck socially acceptable family dynamics and fuck netflix and fuck whoevers writing these godawful scripts (fuck henry cavill?)#and fuck the last episode for that unsatisfactory scene where they just cuddle up on a fucking roof like yen didnt give ciri trust issues#for decades to come#if i was geralt i would have slit her throat then and there#nothing comes before children#i was gonna be done here but its so narratively unsatisfactory like they havent seen each other in a year(s?) and his loyalty is with her#instead of his own daughter???#the man who prizes morality and justice over everything else?? is fine with dragging a literal child into her need for power??#what. the fuck.#okay im done#it could have been good but netflix fucked it the way they do everything so#fuck you netflix
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thelostgirl21 · 6 months
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That moment you realize that, technically, Radovid is more of "elven blood" than Ciri herself is...
I've also noticed that Radovid would never have been Prince, much less King, if it wasn't for Falka's rebellion.
Since I didn't put all the children's names in the family tree (only those that inherited the throne), basically, what happened is that Radovid III and Vizimir I were brothers, and Radovid III inherited the throne after their father, Radovid II, was lost at sea.
When Radovid III died of meningitis at age 49, his son, Vridank, became King.
King Vridank had a daughter, named Falka, with Beatrix of Kovir, but divorced her when he fell in love with Cerro, and sent her and their daughter back to Kovir.
King Vridank and Cerro then had two sons together:
- Prince Heltmult, and
- Prince Denhard.
They also adopted Riannon, the daughter of Lara Dorren and Cregennan of Lod (Ciri's ancestors).
So, normally, after King Vridank's death, Prince Heltmult or Prince Denhard should have inherited the throne (depending on which one was the eldest).
But Falka murdered her father, Queen Cerro, and the two princes during her rebellion, and caused Riannon to go mad (plus, she was already married to the King of Temeria at the time).
So, the still living uncle of King Vridank, Vizimir I, inherited the throne from his nephew at age 52, and went on to rule until he was 96!
And King Vizimir I is the ruler that Vizimir II and Radovid V both descend from.
Then, there's also the whole story with their father, King Heribert, having chosen to marry a noblewoman against his father's wishes, with the clerk having documented the union as a morganatic marriage.
So technically, had that note on the marriage documents been respected, Prince Vizimir II and Prince Radovid V should never have been allowed to inherit the throne...
But their mother apparently did something to that note to make it look like it was just some scribble on an old dusty document or something...
I don't know if either princes were ever told of it, though.
Could you imagine Radovid finding out, and showing up with the documents proving that his father and mother's morganatic marriage was meant to prevent any child of hers from inheriting anything from their father and going "Sorry! According to this I can't be king! Bye everyone! I'm out!"
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winters-mistress · 3 months
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It all starts so quick, that's perhaps why Geralt is so frustrated with himself that he didn't notice it earlier. He's a witcher, for fuck's sake, he can hear a butterfly's wing from miles away, so why didn't he notice this?
He, Jaskier, Yennefer and Ciri had left the safety of Kaer Morhen after the girl was recovered from her fever and fainting, post Voleth Meir attack. Perhaps he thought she was okay, that she was healed? He hadn't even considered the fragility of a human child when graced with the almighty power that his daughter possessed. In truth, his denial makes the hole in his chest only deeper as he looks at her. He should have noticed sooner, they'd been riding on not-Roach together for days, he should have noticed the warmth of her skin and the haze of her eyes long before she'd fainted into the same arms that used to keep her so tightly bared in when they would ride, eager to keep his daughter safe from that who would harm her.
How hadn't he realised that there were so many dangers that didn't include Mages, Kings, Nilfguaard and the Wild Hunt?
Because his daughter, who was so strong and brave, was laying limply at his side, covered by cloaks and blankets and whatever Yennefer could conjure, her skin deathly pale apart from the two large blotches of red upon her cheeks. She looks so small, a folded blanket underneath her head to make a pillow, buried underneath a mountain of rags in an effort to break the fever that was simultaneously impressive and deeply concerning.
He didn't know what to do. Nilfgaardian soldiers that wishes to take his child? Simple, kill them. Mages? Yennefer can handle them. Kings? Jaskier can charm them as well as any courtesan, but this? Geralt had never felt more helpless than he did now, watching her lay there, large drips of sweat trickling down the sides of her neck. He listens to the wheeze of her breath, comforted by the confirmation that she's still here, still okay. That she's still with him, after all they went through.
The air is cold, because of course it is. It's January, they're in the North, inches of snow burry the four of them in, circled in a camp that Yennefer had cleared when they'd realised that the girl was unwell. Geralt can see the breath in front of his face, leaning back against the tree that mirrors his spine, glancing at his girl once again, before passing a glance at Yennefer and Jask.
The bard is sleeping loudly, snores echoing in the small orb of protection that Yennefer casts every morning. Are they invisible? Do any passers by see themselves, or just an echo of the woods.
Geralt had Axii'd the bard into sleep. He was exhausted, but worried enough to fight it with his worry of the girl he had grown fond of in their brief time in the witcher keep. The white haired witcher is a warrior, born and bread, and has the capability of staying awake for days at a time. The bard, as human as he was, was not, and all it took was a quick cast until the bard snored happily.
Yennefer is a different equation all together. The first few days, post betrayal, Geralt hadn't let ciri out of his sight, too worried that she would be taken away again. It's been almost three weeks, and Geralt still cannot find peace in sleep with Yennefer so close to his child. And now, with Cirilla being as vulnerable as she is, the last thing on Geralt's mind is to take rest. He had never felt a purpose like this, to protect his child with everything within him. The only time he had let her slip to being second in his heart, Yennefer had taken her away and was only stopped causing the girl's death by the girl herself. He would never make that mistake again. Asleep, Yennefer may be. Yes, she may have had a hand in defeating the demon and freeing his girl. But never again will he let his guard down when the sorcerers is so close.
He has too many thoughts of the girl being dragged from his arms, the scent of lilac and gooseberries high in his nose.
No. Geralt decides, clenching his fist, the other hand laying protectively on Cirilla's stomach, feeling it rise and fall. He will never let her be take from him again.
The girl's breathing changes suddenly, shuddering and stuttering like it does when she's trapped within the depths of her own mind, of the horrors she'd endured since the slaughter of her homeland. Her head moves to the side, sounds falling from her throat even in unconsciousness.
Geralt's full attention snaps to her, he shifts foreward to be on his knees next to her, the backs of his fingers sliding down her cheeks, accompanying the tears that fall.
Too hot. Still far too hot.
Her heat can rival his own, and it feels like a fist in his gut.
"Cirilla." his voice is gruff from lack of use, deep and raspy, while her own is choked and throaty, speaking of thirst and congestion. "Cirilla, I am here. Do not be afraid, little one."
Slowly, the girls jerking limbs cease movement, and she settles in her makeshift bed of rags and moss and bark. So much less than what she deserves.
Her breathing changes again, and she looks towards him, eyes still closed.
"Cub?" He asks, licking his lips. "Pup?"
Her breathing is shaky, her heartbeat slightly quicker. And much to his relief, she opens her eyes.
"Ciri," Geralt breathes. Thank Melitele. She's here, she's safe, she's with him still. A hand slides to her cheek, the other laying on her ribs.
Ciri says nothing for a moment, looking around at the dark woodlands, before she looks at him again.
"Gr'alt" she whispers. He smiles, relief flooding through him.
He knows, he should get Yennefer, wake her so she can whisper spells to heal the child, wake Jask so he can sleep without worry or magical influence, but he cannot bring himself to remove himself from her just yet.
"Ciri," he smiles. "Sweet girl, we've been worried."
Ciri says nothing, only shifts to sit up. He helps, a hand supporting her back, the other supporting the weight of her front.
She slumps against him, exhausted from sickness. Her head falls to her neck, and he presses a kiss to her sweaty hair.
"Gr'alt" she whispers again, tilting her face to meet her own.
"I'm here, sweet girl. I'm here." Geralt says, pressing his waterskin to her lips so she may drink the cold water.
Ciri does so with eagerness, although her sips are small, no doubt due to a sore throat.
She slumps against him again when she's done, a hand finding his.
It's a strange impulse he has, to kiss her fingers, but he does it anyway, because it must bring her some sort of comfort, right? People like that sort of thing.
"It's alright, pup. We'll get you feeling better soon" he says, pressing his hand to her brow once again. Too hot and clammy, but he can fix that with willowbark and lavender.
Ciri opens her mouth to speak, but her eyes flutter shut before she can.
"It's okay, Ciri. Just sleep, you must rest." He says, laying her back down in her nest.
Before he can turn to get her another wet rag for her brow, the witcher feels her hand at his wrist. Small, with the start of callouses from the blade training.
He looks at her, earnest.
"Papa." she whispers. "'nk you" she mumbled, before falling into sleep once again, her grip on his wrist going slack.
Now, Geralt's chest feels like it's going to explode for a different reason.
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spielzeugkaiser · 8 months
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I truly believe if Geralt got to be around baby Milek he would be such a giant worrywart like he's so fragile! and tiny!! Jaskier just laughing at him in the bg as Geralt is both enamored and fretting
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Haha, you are absolutely right!! Geralt can't deal and Jaskiers heart is ready to burst, even if he has to laugh.
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jaskier : how many swords do you have?
geralt : sword of a lot
jaskier :
jaskier : blocked
geralt : parried
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0dde11eth · 1 year
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Geralt: What the heck are you doing?
Jaskier: You know how you never learned what lacrosse is?
Geralt: Yeah...?
Jaskier: This is lacrosse
(Jaskier has used this excuse over a dozen times in various scenarios, geralt doesn't know enough about lacrosse to call him out on it)
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headcanonthings · 11 months
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Jaskier: He is not the love of your life.
Aiden: He is literally just a guy!
Jaskier & Aiden: Hit him with your car!
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artistsfuneral · 2 years
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While Ciri awkwardly looked around the living room of the man her father had been seeing for the past few months, her gaze fell on two glasses on the couch table.
Of course, his glasses were as pretentiously fancy as the rest of Jaskier's apartment. The man had probably never stepped into an Ikea in his whole life - and what a horrible thought that was!
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jay-arts-t · 1 year
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Geralt probably cried the first time Ciri called him dad
Ciri: hey Dad can I go down to the creek with Lambert and engage in childlike tomfoolery
Geralt: yeah that's fine just be careful to not split your head open. I know you like Lambert but you don't want to end up like Lambert
Ciri: fair enough, thanks!
Geralt: dinners in an hour by the way!
Ciri: okay Dad!
*two minutes later*
Geralt: oh my gods she called me Dad
Vesemir: you just realized that?
Geralt: *already tearing ups* y yeah
Vesemir: she called you it twice
Geralt: OH MY GODS SHE CALLED ME DAD TWICE IM THE HAPPIEST FATHER ALIVE
Vesemir: Bud, that's like the bare minimum to fatherhood-
Geralt: ITS NOT FOR PEOPLE LIKE US. I HAVE TO TELL EVERYONE I KNOW. THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE
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