#Fatherson

[drgnnova]

FUN FACT: Yanqing mentions Jing Yuan at least once in all of his character stories. (15 times in total, I counted).

I love the found family troupe

[sirspideer]

Chapter 1

[winters-mistress]

Injury

Geralt was exhausted. Purely, undoubtedly, utterly exhausted. His eyes burn with the lack of rest, his whole body shuddering each time he blinks. By the gods, he wants to close his eyes, but if he does, he might not see her wake up, he might be dead to the world and she may need him.

No, his resolve strengthens, he cannot rest until she wakes.

It had started as a simple day, one the sake as any other. Wake, run a cold flannel down his face, guzzle down a bowl of porridge that bubbles at the fireplace, before pulling his cloak on to watch Ciri on the pendulum.

Lambert had accompanied him, which wasn't unusual at all. Vesemir had wanted the youngest Witcher to have a taste of training, as both Geralt and Eskel had overseen the pups for a few months before they left for the path. Lambert, however, had not. He had been eager to leave the moment Rennes had deemed him worthy of it, free from the horrors and the ghosts of Kaer Morhen. And by the time he was mature enough to be considered, it was too late, the sacking had obliterated all the poor pups who had the unfortunate fate of being in the halls at the time.

He had been good with Ciri, all things considered. A little prickly at first, but Ciri had thrown a rock at him when he had insulted her a little too far. After that, and the spitfirey attitude to her training -to keep getting up each and every time she fell down- Lambert had warmed to her.

What does Lamb think now? Geralt wonders. Is he guilt ridden and drunk? Pissy and ignorant? Or is he skittish and bristle, thinking the white wolf himself would leap out and throttle him?

It was an accident, it had to be. Had his brother simply mistimed when to unleash the dangling sack for Geralt's child to dodge? He had never done it before, but it can't have been purposeful. Ciri and Lamb got along, he never would have hurt her on purpose. If he had, Geralt didn't know his brother at all, but he was confident he did. The witchers code, a shared history, a shared sacrifice, bound by brotherhood and unified by their profession.

But the fact remained the same, the sack had hit the blindfolded girl, her body crumbling instantly, smacking the wooden beam with her head, and collapsing against a pile of rocks when she finally slipped down, neither witcher quick enough to catch her.

She was supposed to dodge, she's dodged a thousand times. Lambert was supposed to be in sync, he'd been in sync a thousand times. Geralt was supposed to catch her, why wasn't he -the strongest, twice mutated witcher- quick enough to catch the falling body of his girl?

Ciri's golden hair was marred by blood. Even if her eyes weren't shut by unconsciousness, then the left was strewn shut by a marred, deep bruise. He can't see her forehead, it's bound in bandages to support the wound at the back of her head.

She's still breathing, though. He can hear it, see it. Her lungs fill slowly with hair, exhaling after a beat, and that for one, is normal and gentle and regular.

Geralt himself had picked her up from her impact zone, his left arm's skin and sleeve is still crumbly from where her blood had dried. Cradled like a babe, the two witchers ran back to the keep, hollering for Vesemir and Eskel, Coën bringing up the rear when they set her in the long since abandoned infirmary.

She's human, she shouldn't have survived an impact like that, he knows, but he watches her inhale and exhale. She's still here, still with him. Still strong and unbelievable and mighty and mysterious and a thousand other words Geralt doesn't have the time to think of.

Is it her magic? The thing she's alluded to many times, is that keeping her alive? Or was it some miracle, an act of the gods to cushion her head from the three large blows that would have taken out another without question?

It doesn't matter how she's here, all that matters is that she is here. Geralt leans foreward and takes her hand, small and soft, pushing bloody matted hair from her face.

"You'll be okay," he whispers. They've done all they can, closed and disinfected the wound, change the bandages a few times every day, drip milk and broth down her throat to keep her sustained. It's all a waiting game now. Either she will wake, or she will not.

"It's like an echo." A voice says.

Geralt jumps.

"What?" The white wolf turns, seeing the oldest witcher in the doorway.

"You look like I did, waiting for you and your brothers to wake after your grasses." He says. Geralt winces, never one to wish to remember those days.

He supposes he must do. A large, white haired man sitting over the bed of an injured pup, who's fate is in the hands of the gods now.

"Any change?"

"Not a thing. She doesn't even toss or turn with nightmare, she's just-" his voice trails, licking his lips as he watches the girl once more.

Vesemir walks over and presses a hand to Ciri's cheek.

"No fever, no infection." He nods. "That's good."

"Yeah." Geralt sighs, leaning back in his chair, listening as it croaks underneath his weight.

"Rest, wolf." Vesemir whispers, his hand finding his middle son's hair.

Geralt knows it's Axii, but before he can fight it, his body betrays him, sinking into the chair.

"Rest, son." He says. "I will wake you if she does."

And the grand, grey wolf of Kaer Morhen takes up vigil, watching his son and his granddaughter rest.

[mirrorghosty]

father son time

[saanvisays]

1. 25 Years of Darkness.

The last time I saw my little boy, he was 5; young, full of energy, sharp and always asking questions. He was the sweetest kid who changed my life forever. On the other hand, let's say I was not an ideal father, and that's to say it politely. I was doing all sorts of wrong things: stealing cars, selling drugs and whatnot. There is a thing called karma, and it hits you like a truck. I was caught selling drugs in a police raid, and I was sentenced to 25 years in jail; it is a long time.

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My ex-wife didn't want to maintain any contact with me, nor did she want our son with me; I don't blame her; who'd want to be associated with a convict? I am not proud of what I did, but I had no other option; I had to feed my family. I know there are honest ways to go about doing this, and I don't deny that; thinking this gives me solace. Prison is brutal, let me tell you all. It is dull and claustrophobic, and you are around the worst members of society; some of them are trying to learn better ways of living and trying to be better, but most are just waiting to get out and commit the same crimes again. They toughen you up, and you have to fight for survival and guards; they do nothing. I have had the same mundane routine for the past 25 years; I used to wake up, brush my teeth, shower, and go out for work.

I usually didn't do breakfast and only had lunch and dinner; later in the day, I would write about my day and read books. I had a picture of Jack in my room next to me; the shining rays of light in my dull room gave me the energy to get up in the morning and fight off the day.

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I have been dying to see him all these years, doing father-son stuff like playing with him, teaching him, taking him to school and then picking him up, talking to him about his girlfriends - but I have missed all that, and the only person to blame is me. He is 30 now, turning 31 this October. I contacted him to ask him to meet me, and after a lot of convincing and apologizing, he agreed. I can't mess this up; I would never mess it up. I must show him I am a new man who'll work hard to be in society and his life. I didn't experience the boy he was, but I want to experience the man he is. I am nervous but confident, for I have worked hard to get another shot at life. I have learned from my mistakes and will live my life the way I want, honourably. I am excited to meet him and hug him.

[donacienpingoin]

《 My son, my king. 》

Bowser lost his mother because of an abusive father. When the first king died, Kamek took care of little Bowser and their poeple running from human colonizers.

Fic: Bowser never had a wife because of constant conflict against humans. One day, after a victorious battle, young kind Bowser found a dragon egg under the rubble of a cart. Their specie got so rare because of war, the enemy intended to sell it on the human black market for big price. Junior always knew, but Bowser decided to gave him his name and royality, so when he'll die on the battlefield Junior would take back the throne.

Bowser is a good dad.♡

[npskudlu]

🎉 Happy Father's Day from National Public School! 🎉 Today, we celebrate the amazing dads who light up our lives with love and guidance. 👨‍👧‍👦 Let's celebrate the bond between fathers and their children as we create educational journeys filled with joy and success! ✨

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[chibustuff]

愛してるよ

[a2zsportsnews]

LeBron, Bronny make father-son duo debut in Lakers' win; Celtics throttle Knicks; Fernando Valenzuela dies

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[echoesof30]

Holding On and Letting Go: A Journey of Family and Time

The topic had gone beyond mere exhaustion. It wasn't depression, but rather a sense of being overwhelmed. If you asked him what was weighing on him, he probably wouldn't even have an answer. Is it burnout caused by today's problems? "I'm not burned out, and I won't be. I have the strength to keep going," he would say. There was a fatigue in his eyes, clearly not a personal one. Was it a fatigue related to his responsibilities? When he did some introspection, he would explain these feelings.

"My issue isn’t my responsibilities; on the contrary, the areas where I have responsibilities bring me joy beyond measure. How can the concept of family not make me happy? Tell me, man! I had a wonderful family, and now I’m going to have an even greater one with my wife and child. Can you believe it? I'm going to have a child! I’m soaring with happiness, and the responsibilities that come with that happiness—can they ever be a burden? Not at all. I do worry about finances a bit. Thank God, we're doing okay, and while it's good to be grateful, don't we deserve more than just 'okay'? I can’t help but think about that. Now, because we’re okay, I can't take any risks that might derail us. I didn’t realize that all the risks I took when I was single were time-bound. I’m not angry at those who guided me; I had mapped out a path—whether it was right or wrong, I can’t say. I had a great time, and there's nothing more valuable to me. And now, I’m heading towards an even better time. We can’t wait to hold our son in our arms. This is what I mean when I say time—if only it could be pulled forward or pushed back. But life is such that, given the option, would anyone really want to push time forward? It’s a big risk, who knows. Why would someone want to go back? To retrieve what was lost? Time, man, let them bring back time. Let them bring back time so I can feel more at ease now, because, you see, I would use one-third of the time I spent playing Pollyanna back then to take a financial leap and take risks alone. In this life where there’s now two of us, I can’t afford to act irresponsibly and take risks. That’s not a risk—it’s disrespectful. Taking this risk together might be the ultimate act of trust, or maybe not, but it’s not about starting a journey together and continuing if things don’t work out. I don’t want it to fail, which is why I don’t talk about it with my wife. I don’t want to burden her with the risk of something not working out. I want her shoulders to be light and her face always smiling. Is this selfishness? The selfishness of love? But I can't bear to see her in this lousy state of mind. Even when there’s nothing wrong, there’s still something wrong. It’s such a classic statement from today’s generation, but damn, it’s so true. Even when there’s nothing wrong, there’s still something wrong, and it’s true. So many problems without a name, and some aren’t even problems. We ended up as a generation caught in the middle. As kids of the '90s, we still have the ability to pluck the good moments with tweezers. The generation after us sees things more directly, but if I may offer a small criticism, what we express seems more direct to them. What generation will my son belong to? Z is already gone, and we’re not quite in the Jetsons era yet. His generation is dangling in the air—let’s see where it lands. Consider this a little joke about having a son. My dear son.

Sorry, I’m getting off track. Wow, how many rounds have we had dad? We’ve finished the whole bottle already. By the way, like I said, I apologize. My thoughts aren’t jumping from branch to branch, nor are there a thousand foxes running around in my head, but my thoughts won’t stop. That’s why I can’t pour out my heart as if I only have one problem. I hope you understand me. If not, no worries—I just don’t want to bore you, I know you faced with these kind of thoughts and many more probably. Is that why you’re drinking faster than I am? Waiter, could you come here, please…”

As the bottle arrived at the table, his father raised his glass towards his son, toasting to his future grandson. It felt as though his own youth was sitting across from him, having a conversation with the father he never got to meet. His throat tightened for a moment. He paused, sighed, and with a smile, as if he were gently placing his hand on his son's shoulder, the words spilled out as their glasses clinked together: "Don’t worry, son. I’m here—whenever you need me, no matter what, I’m always by your side. To my dear grandson… to your son…”

For a moment, the smiles on their faces touched eternity, and time stood still as their glasses, filled with just a finger of rakı, hovered in the air. It was the last sip of the night—no worries, no troubles, only happiness remained. The bottle arrived at the table again, the glasses were filled once more, and the waiter was asked to refresh the melon slices. Cheers.

[michaeldagaymerx]

I went out shopping (at Ocean State Job Lot) with dad and he bought a new patio table and I helped him put it together. It’s our father/son bonding time 👨‍👦

[damez1979]

GTA V: Shocking Yacht Heist Rescue! Father/Son

[marlyssaguest]

How does trauma play a significant role in (family) relationships?

Marlyssa Guest Trauma does play a significant role in family relationships. Many parents unknowingly pass down their trauma to their children or cause a new trauma from their children because of their actions. In the video excerpt the father has the idea that he doesn't have to like his child because he is the provider. There is a chance that this is what he was grew up to believe watching his father growing up. In a attempt to push these ideals on his son he has opened up a new trauma for son. This has now caused a effect on their father son relationship. Being that the father doesn't care for the mental and emotional part of parenting his son and instead is only their physically, negatively effecting the child.

[smilegurudentist-blog]

Happy Father's Day! 🎉

Today, we celebrate and honor the #fathers who play the roles of #mentors, #friends, and #guides in their #children’s lives. Your unwavering #love, #wisdom, and #support are the foundations upon which we build our #dreams. You inspire us every day with your #strength and #kindness. 🌟👨‍👧‍👦❤️

To all the dads who have been our rock, our heroes, and our biggest supporters – thank you for everything you do. Your #dedication & #care shape the future and make the world a better place. 🌍💙

Wishing all the fathers a day filled with #love and #joy. You truly deserve it! 🎉💖

[implantsguru-keerthisenthil]

Happy Father's Day! 🎉

Today, we celebrate and honor the #fathers who play the roles of #mentors, #friends, and #guides in their #children’s lives. Your unwavering #love, #wisdom, and #support are the foundations upon which we build our #dreams. You inspire us every day with your #strength and #kindness. 🌟👨‍👧‍👦❤️

To all the dads who have been our rock, our heroes, and our biggest supporters – thank you for everything you do. Your #dedication & #care shape the future and make the world a better place. 🌍💙

Wishing all the fathers a day filled with #love and #joy. You truly deserve it! 🎉💖

[propuptracker]

Happy Father's Day to the heroes in our hearts. 🌟💖

Here's to the guiding stars and the silent supporters. Happy Father's Day to the heroes in our hearts. 🌟💖

#FathersDay #Fatherhood #DadLife #FamilyFirst #HeroDad #LoveYouDad #FatherAndChild #DadGoals #SuperDad #BestDadEver #ProudDad #FatherSon #FatherDaughter #NewDad #WorldsBestDad #ThankYouDad #MyDadMyHero #FathersLove #HappyFathersDay2024 #FathersDayCelebration