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plotvichka · 3 months

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Family doing baby Ciri's hair

I think everyone agrees Geralt is the "messy pigtails" kind of dad and there's really nothing else to discuss.

Meanwhile Yen allows Ciri to choose a hairstyle every morning (and she can do incredibly complicated ones if her daughter wants her to) and Ciri decides to match with her mommy every. single. morning. So Yen ends up always doing the same hairstyle twice: one for herself and one for Ciri. She never shows how she feels about it, but Geralt can see her teary smiles when she turns away from Ciri.

And Jaskier is the uncle who lets her go crazy with her hair and she comes home to her parents with a ton of sparkly hair clips and a couple of strands dyed in bright colors. He's not allowed to be alone with her for the next month after that as Yen is still planning his murder.

Uncle Eskel totally loves to braid her hair. Vesemir tells Ciri to do her hair herself because she is a big girl after all and Ciri agrees.

After a day spent with uncle Lambert literally no one can tell he brought the wrong child before all the mud is cleaned and there's a random kid instead of Ciri.

And no, sorceresses are NOT allowed to see Ciri. Even Triss. The girl betrayed her "little sis" more than once why would anyone trust her again. The lodge of sorceresses is like a bunch of evil godmothers who no one chose to be godmothers but they decided it themselves and now they are here.

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geraltyen-of-corvobianco · 1 year

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𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗹.

"Look, Geralt! A dragon!"

"No Ciri, that's a forktail. Remember that draconid you saw in the books earlier this morning?"

"But aren't dragons draconids too? So wouldn't that make forktails dragons as well?"

"Hmm. Yes...but real dragons are actually sentient."

"What does sentient mean?"

"They have the ability to perceive what we're feeling. And they have human-like knowledge and intelligence."

"Does that mean they could talk?"

Villentretenmerth immediately flashes through Geralt's mind. He gave a wry smile.

"Yeah, they can."

"How do you know? Have you met one before?"

This time, instead of just Villentretenmerth, the image of Yennefer cradling the baby dragon appeared in his mind. The softness of her eyes as she cradled the dragon, the longing for a child of her own palpable. Then the words of Villentretenmerth echoed through his mind.

"𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘠𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳. 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴, 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵. 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺."

The subtle flinch and pain in Yennefer's face as she heard those words were etched forever in his mind. Suddenly, he did not feel like talking about the dragon anymore.

"Yeah. But that's a story for another day. Come on, Ciri, let's get you back to the keep."

"Now? Why?! Aren't we going to go hunt down that forktail together?"

"We'll get Eskel or Lambert to go hunt it down. You're not ready yet."

"But I'm a Witcher too! I'm not scared!"

"I've no doubt about that."

"Let me follow! Please!"

"One day, Little Witcheress, one day."

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jane-todd-maximoff · 2 years

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Drinking song for the socially anxious

Part 1 out of 3

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Summary:I'll see you around Geralt.” Those 5 words might haunt Geralt until the end of his days.

a Geraskier modern Au first meeting fic set to Drinking song for the socially anxious by The Amazing Devil

It wasn’t that Jaskier didn’t like crowds of people, in fact he regularly enjoyed them. But something was different like something was pulling him away from it all. So not even an hour after arriving he was searching for a place to be alone. He just wanted to be alone for 5 minutes so he thinks fast. Every party has a bedroom full of everyone’s coats there he could be alone. Jaskier stepped into the dimly lit room and a rush of autumn air runs up at him. Jaskier walks to the side of the bed and falls backwards onto it and closed his eyes.

Geralt wanted to leave. He doesn't understand why Yen drags him to these things. They were always too bright and loud. And it didn't help that his eyes and hair always brought unwanted attention. He wanted to grab his coat and run. When he finally arrived in the room that held the coat it was quiet and dimly lit. It was perfect. He stood in the doorway and there was a person lying down on the bed. They looked peaceful and in all honesty Geralt thinks he is cute. "You know that your lying on some coats." He informed the person. They looked up at him and frowned.

"You know that your lying on some coats." A deep voice calls Jaskier tilts his back to stare at the man. It was Geralt. Him and Jaskier haven't officially met but Jaskier knows of him due to having mutual friends. He frowns at being called out of his almost sleep-like state "I know, it's just sometimes nice to feel what it's like to be in someone else's coat." He says Geralt walks to the bed and lays next to him and the only response he gets from him is a "Hmm."Geralt gets it he wishes every day that he was a different person. He wishes he was in somebody else's coat. “I’m Jaskier,” “Geralt.” “Hmm, Well it’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Geralt turned to Jaskier and raised an eyebrow but Jaskier remained silent.

“So what do you do?” Jaskier asks, trying to break the Metaphorical Ice “I work with horses.” "Oh so you're an animal guy, well I hope you know I have a cat!” Jaskier responded sitting up to prop himself up on his elbows. Geralt smirks “What do you do for work?” "I'm a musician.” He sounded happy to talk about his profession.

“Hmm, I would have never thought that.” Geralt tells Jasker with full honesty “why's that?” Geralt sits up to look Jaskier in the eyes. “Well the few musicians I have met love the spotlight but you, on the other hand, hang around in dark rooms.” He explains "Well I do love to be in the spotlight but something felt off. But hey who am I to say, maybe it was destiny.” “Destiny is a load of shit.” Geralt knows things about destiny, it rarely turns out in your favor. Jaskier opened his mouth like he was about to try and change his mind. Before he could get a word in, his phone started beeping. “Oh crap, I have to give my cat her asthma medication.” Jaskier jumps up from the bed and picks up his coat. “Can I get your number?” Jaskier asks, standing in front of Geralt. Surprisingly, Geralt held out his hand asking for the phone. Jaskier opens his contacts app, presses the plus icon and hands Geralt his phone and Geralt hands his own phone to Jaskier. When Geralt and Jaskier receive their rightful device back, he sees Jaskier trying to suppress a smile. “I'll see you around Geralt.” Jaskier informs him before walking out the door.

When Jaskier opened the door to his apartment the last thing he expected was for someone to be in there but he was wrong. “Hi Jaskier.” Priscilla says looking up from her computer “I thought you wouldn’t be back from tour until next week!” he says running up to her throwing his arms around her. Priscilla was his lover but they broke up about a year ago, but they were still best friends. Additionally, when they are both in town, they perform as a duo.

“How was your night?” Priscilla asks from beside him as they were now seated on the couch sharing a bottle of wine. “Priscilla. I think I met the love of my life.” “You say that about everyone you meet.”

It was true. Jaskier had a habit of falling in and out of love. Nothing would work out. Work would get in the way or he would fall for another or well you get it. “I know! But you should have seen him! Okay, he was tall, had a deep Sexy voice, plus he had beautiful white long hair! Okay and we have something in common!” “like what?” “He works with horses, I have a cat!” Jaskier explains. Priscilla takes a sharp breath in and claps her hands together “that's not remotely the same." "They are both animals.” Jaskier shot back.

“True, but-" Priscilla was cut off by Jaskier covering her mouth with his hand. “Can you please just let me tell you about him?" "Mhmhmh" Jaskier could decipher what she was saying so he pulled his hand back. “That's difficult to do when you're comparing a horse and a cat.” “Okay, that's fair.” Jaskier Laughs

“I'll see you around Geralt.” Those 5 words might haunt Geralt until the end of his days. After Jaskier left Geralt laid on the bed until Yennefer came to fetch him. “There you are, I've been looking for you for almost an hour!” Yennefer said in what Geralt deemed her mom voice. But he has ever heard her use it at Ciri only when he and his brothers get in some stupid situation. “Fuck what time is it? I need to put Ciri to bed.” Geralt feels stupid he had to stop staying out for so long. Between working night shifts at his job and being dragged out by Yennefer he hadn't seen his daughter all day.

It was kinda a long story of how he got custody of Ciri. He couldn't even remember going to Pavetta's wedding. However, according to the social worker Pavetta put him down as Ciri's guardian if anything

were to happen to her and Duny or even her parents. But after a fatal car accident Ciri was the last of the Riannons.

Geralt got into the driver's seat and Yennefer slid into the passengers. Once the car started and they began driving it remained silent until that stopped at the first red light. Yennefer turned her head so fast that Geralt was sure she would have got whiplash. “So what kept you in the coat room for over an hour? And don’t say you lost track of time. I know you better than yourself.” It was true Yennefer was just like that. A nurse by day and a witch by night. Geralt paused before talking. He really did like Jaskier. Something awoke in him during their short time together “I met someone.” he mumbled Yennefer gasped dramatically “So you're getting over me finally, What's their name?” “Jaskier” “Jaskier. Oh my god! You two would be so cute and Ciri would absolutely love him,” Yennefer rambled.'' Well it seems you know him well.” Geralt grunted “IS THAT JEALOUSY I SMELL?" she was getting way into this they didn’t even know that well. Geralt let his mind drift back to Jaskier's words. After all, Jaskier did say he was going to see him again. Maybe it was destiny but who was he to say?

Geralt pulled into the parking garage that was below his apartment building. He and Yennefer got out and walked to their apartments that just so happen to be across from each other. “Geralt” He turned away from his door to look at her. “You are going to call Jaskier and plan a day and take him on a date.” and in typical mom Yennefer fashion she put her hand on her hips and glared at him “fine, Goodnight Yen.” he says as he walks into his apartment.

Geralt barely made it into his apartment before a small body crashed into his leg. He wanted to reach for the knife he carried in his belt but he looked down to see that it was just Ciri. “Cirilla, you're supposed to be in bed.” It was almost twelve in the morning. She was only 4 she couldn't have a shitty sleep Schedule like everyone else in the family. “Uncle Lambert said I could stay up.” she informed him. Geralt picked her up. “Well I guess me and him are gonna have to have a chat after I put you to bed.” Geralt shot a glare at Lambert who was lounging on the sofa. “She said you let her stay up!” He attempted to defend himself "Oh did she” Geralt turned his attention back to Ciri who promptly tucked her head into the side of Geralt's neck and let out a yawn.

Ciri's green lights were soft, making it much more bearable to lie with her to make sure she would be okay. However the fact he was laying a small bed that was made for children was not. It was extremely cramped. Carefully he fished his phone out of his pocket, attempting not to wake the child that was resting on his chest.

Geralt opened his contacts and thought long and hard about what to say. But settled on doing the first thing that came to his mind.

GERALT: Hey this might sound weird but, do you wanna see a movie next time you're free?

Geralt pressed send and laid his phone on his chest next to Ciri. Maybe destiny wasn't that bad.

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on-a-lucky-tide · 2 years

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Lambert's lullaby to baby Ciri is Scrub by TLC. Teaching her high standards from a young age to save himself the hassle of gutting chumps and wasters at a later date; she'll do it herself. Empowerment? Yeah. But more importantly: efficiency.

#uncle lambert #baby ciri #this feels like twitter humour but it's easier to find here #perish

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iris-sistibly · 2 years

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Jaskier

He strummed the strings of his lute, and it created a lovely melody, he was sitting on the floor, Ciri in front of him, her chubby arms wrapped around her stuffed wolf that Vesemir spent a couple of days making. Teary, emerald eyes looked at him intently as she chewed on the ear of her stuffed toy.

Jaskier smiled at her and Ciri mumbled gibberish but cried no more, the bard continued playing. As he hit every note, a memory from not so long ago resurfaced, that fateful night when he first held her in his arms, when he sang to soothe her weariness in the midst of chaos. That tune he wrote as a boy, it was about his endless wondering about how magical the world must be.

His innocent thoughts before growing up and seeing the reality of it all. Now he was singing her song, inspired by her and the moments they shared, it was special because the bond they formed was one of a kind.

He remembered every detail, he was so terrified, he was scared of holding someone so small and fragile, yet so beautiful and perfect.

The bard started singing,

The world is cold and dark

Sullen and full of uncertainties,

There was no good until you came

With all your light, beauty and warmth

You are here, you are real...

And you are everything this world is not.

The journey to Kaer Morhen was a long and tough one, Jaskier remembered those days when Geralt had to fight off basically anyone who tried to lay a hand on them, the bard would always find a place to hide, to run. He held her close, and she clung to him as if her whole life depended on it. She needed him, he wasn't sure why, he is a bard and he plays music. He doesn't fight like Geralt, couldn't protect her the way her father does, so what does Ciri need him for?

I never had someone in my life who's so sweet and pure,

Perhaps I've done something good

Because I was blessed, and it was you

You are my life, the air I breathe, the fire in my heart and the strength I never had

There is still goodness in this world after all

Because you are here...

Those stormy winters Jaskier recalled vividly, during their first few days at Kaer Morhen. When they all sat by the fireplace for warmth, he made shadow animals using his hands and imitated their sounds. Ciri's giggles echoed through the Keep, the witchers' hearts melted for sure, but her laughter was music to Jaskier's ears, and he wouldn't trade it for anything else. He made a silent vow to himself that no matter what happens, her happiness is paramount.

My sweet, I promise you

To always make you smile,

To shield you from pain for as long as I could

To give you everything I could give

Because you are worthy

Because you are worth it...

He loves her so much, that was the only thing he was certain. She made him feel what it's like to be important to someone, he learned to value every moment even the simplest ones, to make a home out of a gloomy Keep with a bunch of unusual people, and most of all, to love and be loved.

Love of my life, my most cherished treasure

I am grateful for you, and everything you do

You are the song I sing and will always sing for as long as I am breathing

And when I pass I will sing to you from the heavens, so you'll always remember...

This is my song for you, and only you

My darling, my love, my radiant sun.

When the song ended, Ciri let go of her toy and crawled towards him, her eyes stared in awe of his lute, tiny hands attempted to strum the strings.

"You want to learn how to play too?"

"Da-da-da..." she kept on repeating while she "played" the lute.

Jaskier chuckled, he couldn't think of anything or anyone who's more adorable than Ciri.

"That sounds wonderful my sunshine," he nodded approvingly.

Jaskier made a mental note to save up and buy her own lute when she's older. Oh, he's so looking forward to write songs with her! A magical princess-witcheress-bard? Why not?

They were like that for awhile when Jaskier looked up and saw Geralt standing outside his room, leaning against the wooden doorframe. The bard intended to tell Ciri that her father has already returned from a three-day mission (he took a contract three towns away from the Keep thus his absence) but Geralt gestured to continue whatever they were doing. A small smile painted on the witcher's face, Jaskier grinned and turned his attention back to the princess.

Perhaps one day he could take Ciri out, with matching clothes and singing a cheerful melody to the nearby towns. Geralt probably won't approve especially of Jaskier's clothing choices, but he'll find ways.

Ciri's lullaby (by: Iris)

Synopsis: Ciri has been teething thus her crankiness. Geralt was on-the-job, the witchers were becoming stressed out of the baby's wailing. It was up to Jaskier to save the day.

After so many drafts, revisions and scrapping here and there, I finally finished Jaskier's POV. I came up with so many ideas but I couldn't finish it because it wasn't the kind of story that I wanted. Then last night, after deleting my last draft for the nth time, an idea popped into my mind and...voila!

By the way in case you're wondering, I got the whole vibe of the song's lyrics from these:

Track 1 || Track 2

Previous The Witcher fics:

Mine (Geralt's POV)

The baby, the idiots and one angry papa

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