#kiddo ciri

[spielzeugkaiser]

@artistsfuneral who said in the last post "Well now I need to see them play fighting with sticks or toy swords or something!! 🥺❤️" They do! Geralt is smaller, because he was not that well fed at that age, but definitely stronger

[vulpinesaint]

people who write kidfics and treat the children like a doll are so like. impenetrable to me. it obviously feeds into the larger phenomenon of people not seeing children as full people but like??? do you not see this child as a character of their own??? do you not think that they have their own motivations???? you sit down to write and all this child appears to do in your story is look cute and do nonsense baby things for the sake of your 'found family' dynamic which is just a nuclear family redux with adoptees? now come on now...

[dalekofchaos]

Mortal Kombat 12 guest character wishlist

My ideal guest characters would be 5 men and 5 women Men

Michael Myers, Pennywise, Chucky or Pinhead

Judge Dredd

John Wick or Neo

Geralt Of Rivia

Doom Guy

Women

Buffy Summers

The Bride

Ellen Ripley

Xena

Ciri or Yennefer

Console exclusive guests. There is unlikely to be any console exclusives, but if there is. Playstation:Joel Miller, or Kratos(well aware Kratos has already appeared, but now as his GOW4/Ragnarök incarnation) Xbox:Master Chief or Marcus Fenix Nintendo:Link

[polkadotsandtulips]

Thoughts on the HGs after a Week

Matt - Abs for days and he's sweet to boot; hasn't really been able to crack into the strategy - I think winning a comp will help out with that - I do worry about what he in his own words says is his "body dysmorphia" - the hammock talk last night he mentioned he wants to be on slop to lose weight - so that's kind of concerning but hopefully I'm reading too much into it

America - seems very fun and I like that she's a live feeder but so far has been a kind of nonexistent player - a floater some might say

Cirie - not a huge Survivor fan but I know who she is; it really is very entertaining to watch how she negotiates all these relationships; I think the house Reilly and Jared need her mothering presence

Felicia - RIP to those 4 mic pacs; I respect her gaming; it's refreshing to see in an older player

Mecole - I really haven't caught much of her on the LF yet; seems sensible

Jag - he cracks me up; the hammock crew last night was so fun to watch; he seems like he'd be a good hang; I love that he's a substitute teacher and he seems to take it pretty seriously; he seems to avoid a lot of the overly sexual talk which I feel is probably due to him wanting to keep a good image for his kiddos

Cory - I don't know about this dude, but it is impressive that he talked himself off the block; I am decidedly Team Cory on the whole beef with him and Hisam though

Blue - I was initially very high on her but she burned too hot too fast; I'm kind of disillusioned with her now, but her and Jared are awfully flirty...so we'll see what happens there 😉

Reilly - I liked her so much before she became HOH; now, I've been overexposed and am kind of annoyed with her; I don't know if she really has that big of a crush on Matt or not; she doesn't seem to really pay that much attention to him; Kirsten and America were more helpful with getting him to speed on the hammock/pool convo than she was; I don't think she's a bad person by any means - just young and foolish; but somebody please save the girl from the toxicity of Cameron, good gravy, all of their interactions are unsettling

Jared - started off shaky but with his mom's help has really improved

Bowie - I mean, she's just some random chick in the house; she seems fun but she doesn't add much to the game

Kirsten - the underdogs always pull on my heartstrings; yeah, she played a wonky game at the start, but I'd rather an over-player stay over someone boring or irrelevant; she's gone from being my least favorite pre-season to one of my top 5

Red - I haven't watched this guy a lot on the feeds but mainly I'm just like please stay clothed at all times - nobody wants to see you in a crop top

Hisam - if Kirsten was one of my least faves at the beginning, Hisam was one of my top faves; two things have irked me about him - the irrational hate he has for Cory (I cannot relate - if I hate you - I can list reasons - probably more than you'd like, lol) and his whole "let's play with honesty and integrity" - hard pass

Izzy - she kind of annoys me, lol, but she is very needed in this game as an agent of chaos

Luke - play stupid games, win stupid prizes

Cameron - what is this dude's deal? How did he get a woman to marry him and have his child? How is his whole personality not a complete turn off? if he continues the mind games with Reilly - I hope he gets called out or booted or something because she doesn't deserve to be scarred for life

[isabellehemlock]

TAG GAME WEDNESDAY: FANDOM EDITION

Thank you so much for tagging me @energievie this is epic! I'll go ahead and tag (but of course no pressure implied) @nalyra-dreaming @thelioncourts @the-heart-of-leo @selling-my-soul-for-tony-stark @dracosollicitus @almostcanon @maddielle @magslensherr @therowdybee @beepbeepsan @boutiquetraveltravelboutique

Your Name: Katharina ~ the German version of Katherine, from the Greek καθαρός (katharos). Feel free to message me if you want fun Bible facts around the term appearing in the Beatitudes 😊

Your Age: 37

Your First Fandom(s): Rose of Versailles & Sailor Moon

Your Current Fandoms: like 90% IWTV, but also OFMD, ST, TOG, and a smidge of Good Omens, The Witcher, and Shadow & Bone

How did you first get into fandom? As a kiddo watching anime dubs on TV and then buying Mangas, too ✨️

How long have you been engaging with fandom spaces? I came out of a decade long lurkdom in August of 2020 and haven't looked back since 😎

How often do you read fanfics? Not as often as I'd like 🫠

Top three characters from your current fandom(s)? Oh! Um - Louis, Lestat, Armand, Eddie, Stede, Aziraphale

Have you ever written a fic for a fandom? If so, shout it out! Check out my pinned post for a breakdown by fandom category list/links 😎 On average I write anywhere from 20k-40k a month 😳

Have you ever drawn fanart for a fandom? See above reply 😘 At this rate I draw on average one piece a week, and am loving it ❤️

Share a personal headcanon that you feel very strongly about: this is 1000% projecting but I myself am a queer (aspec) religious (Catholic) person and seeing rep for it in media feels lovely 🥹👉🏻👈🏻 If there's only crumbs of that potential, I will gather it up and try to make a feast out of it. Some of my fave works have been ones dedicated to interfaith dialogue because I used to (before chronic health issues worsened) be involved in that sort of thing and quite enjoyed it ~ I love seeing how others navigate those two core parts of an identity together, and adore exploring it further through the creative process ✨️

You’re trying to convince a friend to get into your current fandom(s) with you. What episode, clip, or scene are you showing them?

For IWTV, oh gosh there's so many! But maybe the "Of course OF COURSE of courseeee" moment lol. But also just some of the humorous moments of Claudia baying like a sheep, and the coffin being thrown out behind Lestat, and Lestat’s train performance muwhahaha.

For OFMD, Oluwande's "Coming Nana" lol, and THE KISS, and bathtub scene!!

For Stranger Things, all of Will's and Eddie's scenes

For Good Omens, all the Aziraphale being adorable moments 💖

For TOG, Nicky and Joe and Andy being a bad ass!!

For The Witcher, all the Ciri, and Calanthe moments

For Shadow & Bone, Nina and Matthias (but Jesper and Wylan are super cute, too!)

And finally, what does fandom mean to you? Oh gosh, here come the rambles - alright, so, being chronically ill, homebound a chunk of the year (and so many appointments it would make your head spin), and being NDcoded, having pocket friends I can find throughout fandom spaces has significantly changed and improved my extroverted depleted tanks from the last like decade. For me, fandom is creativity, exploring my own personhood through that process, and connecting with people I might not have ever found any other way - and if I'm lucky enough, I find some fellow weirdo besties to just be weird with in between errands and apps. I'm grateful for my pocket friends, and that fandom helped me find them 🫂❤️

[bookcalanthedaily]

I hate Ciri in Nilfgaard in general, like the country which destroyed what she loved and then she's there?? Some people relish Ciri suffering, I can't explain it any other way. Let alone this poor kiddo, you morons.

Exactly. Let her bring down the Empire goddamnit. Let her take revange on her abusers and those who did her wrong. Breaker of the Empire AU should become canon.

[hevulla-mpreg]

what do the HB parents nicknames their kids

Fizz / Ozzie kiddos

Lovely - little lovw

Circus - Ciri

Jubilee - Jubi

Pipsqueak - pip

Moxxie / Mille

Dottie - Dot

Emmeline - Emmie

Beezlebub / Vortex

Pixie Dust - Pix

[dapandapod]

#15 of the hug prompts for the pairing of your choice 🥰

15. Glomp hug

Yes my sweet, of course you can! I accidenlty got Dadralt feelings, and then it had to be so.

Please enjoy some domestic super fluff and sillyness. I accidently got very soft. Hope you had a nice day at work <3<3

Send me hug prompts?

On Ao3 Hug collection here

“I’m hooome!”

The house is suspiciously quiet when Geralt opens the door and puts down his jacket and work bag. He can hear excited giggling from somewhere, and hushing.

“He’s coming, he’s coming!”

“Shh Ciri, he will hear us.”

Geralt smiles and pretends he actually didn’t hear.

“Anyone here?” He calls, making a show of looking around the living room. Nobody behind the couch, or under the coffee table. Nothing behind the curtains. That leaves the kitchen or the bedrooms. Geralt puts his money on the kitchen, so he walks the other way, towards the bedroom.

“Are you sleeping? Any cubs tucked in?” He says loudly, stepping over a big stuffed lion and three toy cars. He opens Ciri’s room first, and it is just as dark as expected, and as messy. The ukulele he bought her lays on the bed together with her favorite morning slippers, complete with a pattern of small potatoes.

He will never understand what is so funny about that, but he supports her in everything.

“Hellooooo?” He calls, shuffling around.

Behind him he can hear more giggling and whispering.

“You think he will find us?” She whispers.

“No, we have the best hiding place.” Jaskier assures her.

Meaning, they are hiding in the little pantry. Geralt smiles and moves to the next bedroom, peering into their own bedroom, almost as messy as Ciri’s room, but with fewer toys.

Except for that ridiculous, giant stuffed unicorn that Yennefer gave Jaskier for his birthday.

“Any husbands and children in here?” He asks the dark room, and as expected, no reply.

Alright, it is time to explore the kitchen.

The excited whispers and hushing becomes louder as Geralt approaches the kitchen with deliberately loud steps.

And as predicted, Ciri can’t contain herself any longer.

She bursts out through the door, launching herself around Geralt’s legs.

“DAAAD!” She yells. “HERE WE ARE!”

Geralt expected the impact, but the little rascal is getting bigger every day.

“Darling, what a surprise!” He exclaims, hoisting his five year old up into his arms.

“Didn’t expect that at all, did you?” She asks excitedly. “We hid very well!”

“You did!” Geralt agrees, kissing her little cheek. “Is papa in there still hiding?”

“Shhh, papa said not to say.” She whispers loudly, smiling with mischief.

“Hmmm. Then we better go take a look.”

Ciri squirms with excitement in his arms when they walk into the kitchen. All is silent, nothing out of order, except for the pair of mismatched socks sticking out from behind the curtain of the pantry.

“I wonder where papa could possibly be.” Geralt asks Ciri.

Right on time, Jaskier jumps out from behind the curtain, arms raised as if he was a monster, and makes a silly roaring sound.

“RAAAWWR!” He yells and Ciri shrieks in delight. “I’m the terrible Papasaurus, and I eat little princess cubs for dinner!!”

Jaskier bares his teeth and then he jumps towards them, looking completely ridiculous, and wraps his arms around them both, burying his head in Ciri’s tiny shoulder pretending to bite her.

Geralt loves this man so much he aches. As soon as Ciri has wriggled herself out of his arms and fled to the safety of the couch Geralt pulls Jaskier into a kiss.

Warm, soft and perfect.

“Welcome home.” Jaskier murmurs against his lips, eyes sparkling.

“Thank you, Julek.” Geralt murmurs back, enjoying the shiver that runs through his husband when he says the pet name.

“I love you.” Jaskier whispers, kissing Geralt again.

“YOU CAN’T CATCH MEEEE!” Ciri calls from the couch, impatiently waiting for Papasaurus to make another appearance.

“No princess snacks before proper dinner.” Geralt teases, patting Jaskier’s butt as he makes his way to chomp on their little princess.

“No promises.” Jaskier grins, and then he is making roaring noises again, lunging after their shrieking child on the couch.

[craiteys]

A Matter Of Life And Death...

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Ahhhh, look how cute they look! I’ve been on the edge of my seat, impatiently grinding through TW3 for this very mission and it’s finally time!🥺🥺🥺

[caffiend-queen]

Love you, girly! Here’s the Amazon link for Hellion. They can all be read as a stand-alone, but I know you’ll enjoy it more because you read Steve (well, Maksim) and James (Yuri’s) stories first. Deceptive is more of a standalone since it begins the next saga.

Thank you for your endless kindness and support! And thank you for the love you show the kiddos at the ciris nurseries with your support for the books. You are amazing.

Okay I think I’m way behind on your Mafia marriage fics. I read Steve and Bucky. Then I assume a 3rd was released but I don’t see it. Now there is a 4th? Help me please as I loved the other stories.

My dear @saiyanprincessswanie! I actually wrote Hellion, which is Patrick's story and published it without posting it here first. This made it so much less fun because the Tumblr besties reactions and thoughts make these stories so much better.

So, Deceptive - An Arranged Marriage Mafia Romance is book four in the Morozov Bratva saga. I've been lusting after Jaguar Villains Tom after seeing Tom Hiddleston flaunting his fabulous self at Soccer Aid, so he's the star of this little fantasy.

[pikapeppa]

Hi! This isn't a request or anything like that, but I just finished the entirety of Chamomile and Gwent and I am filled with warm, happy thoughts about Geralt and his wifey! And I was thinking, since Geralt can't have kids anyway and Reader is also hinted to be unable to have kids, what if a few years later during their travels (maybe they're traveling for the holidays) they pass by a village that has been terrorized by monster attacks (in my head it's a werewolf that's exhibiting bizarre behaviour but that's just me) and as they investigate, they happen upon a baby (in my head it's a little boy) that's barely a year old, face scratched up but otherwise unharmed. Reader insists on caring for it alongside the village's very old midwife-slash-healer while they try to figure out what's happening and why it's happening. The child has been left an orphan because of the most recent attack and the people of the village are either superstitious and think they baby's a demon or they think its cries attracted the monster in the first place so for everyone's safety it needs to go somewhere else where it's safer and ta da! Geralt and Wife™ end up with a baby😂 I don't think I could ever write (and publicly post) this idea so I thought I'd share it with you instead if that's okay with you. At this point I think I'm more in love with the Reader in your story than Geralt LOL and every time she just gives her bleeding heart to anyone who's suffering I give my computer screen heart-eyes haha but I also love the idea of Geralt with a little boy! His relationship with Ciri is so beautiful and heartwarming to me but I can't help imagining him with a boy too! A little Vesemir Jr maybe lol. What do you think about this idea? I hope it's okay that I'm picturing the characters in the way you've written them in my head for this! I hope this made sense since English is not my first language and sometimes I'm not sure how to translate it from my mother language to English.. I've been reading your works on Ao3 much more regularly than looking at your Tumblr account since I don't use this website so I'm not sure I understand how to navigate it in case you have rules or guidelines for this blog. Apologies if I've overstepped!

OKAY THIS IS SO SWEET.

First of all, I'm so thrilled that you enjoyed Chamomile and Gwent, and I genuinely love the idea of people fantasizing about Geralt and Reader's future together and what you think it might look like! The fact that you basically came up with a whole story for how they might pick up a kiddo during their travels? HELLO I'M SO FLATTERED 😭❤🙏

I'll be perfectly honest, I'm not much a kid-fic writer, but this scenario is so sweet that I had to write you a little drabble -- see below the cut!

It’s a peaceful winter morning at Corvo Bianco. You’re warm and cozy in your bed, drifting in and out of a dreamy doze with Geralt’s warm naked chest pressed to your back, when you hear the distinct sound of the front door creaking open.

The sound of the door doesn’t disturb you, though. What disturbs you is the loud and slightly-sarcastic voice that follows. “Yoo-hoo. Honey, we’re home.”

A second, deeper voice follows. “Shut the fuck up, Lambert. They might be sleeping.” 

“Not anymore,” Geralt groans, and you know why he’s disgruntled: the voices in the hall have roused the child who was, until moments ago, sleeping soundly in the cot beside the bed. 

He’s awake now, though — awake and starting to fuss. You throw back the blankets and sit up, but Geralt is quicker than you: the child is already in Geralt’s arms, his whimpering quieted to a happy coo as Geralt bounces him gently and pats his diapered bum. 

“See, there you go,” Geralt murmurs soothingly. “Nothing to fuss about. Not until you see Lambert and Eskel’s ugly mugs, at least.”

You tut playfully at him as you put on your dressing gown. “Don’t tell him that they’re ugly. All three of you are perfectly handsome, scars and all. All four of you, I should say,” you add, and you drop a kiss on the baby’s dark-haired head. 

You reach for the door, but before you can open it, Geralt touches your waist. “Hey,” he says. “Where’s mine?”

“Your what?” you say in surprise. 

“My kiss.”

You shoot him a grin, then pop up on your toes and plant a kiss on his bearded cheek. “Apologies, master witcher. How could I have forgotten?”

He smirks and gives your butt a tiny spank, and you grin cheekily at him before opening the bedroom door. “Welcome home, boys!” you say, and you hurry over to kiss Lambert on the cheek. 

“Hey,” he says, with a pat to your back. “So this is the brat, huh?”

Eskel scoffs. “Real nice, asshole.”

“Eskel, language,” you scold.

He grimaces. “Sorry, sorry. Gonna take some getting used to.”  

You smile and kiss him on the cheek before turning to Geralt. “May I?”

“Sure thing,” Geralt says. “All right, Ves, your mom’s got you now.”

Ves burbles happily and reaches for you, and Eskel raises his eyebrows. “Ves? That’s his name?”

“Yeah,” Geralt says. “Short for Vesemir.”

Lambert scoffs and folds his arms. “You guys are soft.” 

“I think it’s a great name,” Eskel says.

You smile at him, then rub Ves’s back. “These are your uncles, little wolf,” you say softly. “Uncle Esky and Uncle Lamby.”

Geralt chuckles and Eskel grins, but Lambert’s expression is surprisingly serious, and his golden witcher’s eyes are on the baby’s face. He studies Ves’s face for a moment, then sighs and shakes his head. “Damn. He got fucked up good, huh?”

He’s referring to the wicked-looking scars on the right side of Ves’s face — long and ragged scratch marks spanning from his forehead down to his jaw: the souvenirs of a terrible wound took Ves’s right eye, but spared his life. 

Eskel grunts. “Yeah, he’s gonna fit right in with us someday.”

“Yes, he will,” you say firmly. “He’s going to be brave and strong like you boys, and just as handsome as all of you. But hopefully with better manners than some,” you say sweetly to Lambert. 

He smirks. “Ah, fuck off.”

“Language,” Eskel and Geralt say.

You laugh, and Lambert’s smirk widens. He rubs the back of his neck, then gestures to you. “Ah, what the hell. I’ll hold the kid.”

You carefully hand him over to Lambert, who holds him rather awkwardly. Ves giggles and pats his face with enthusiasm, and Lambert wrinkles his nose. “Hey, buddy, watch who you’re throwing hands at.”

“He’s got the right idea, throwing hands at you,” Eskel says with a grin. “Here, hand him over.”

“I just got him,” Lambert complains. “Wait your turn.”

Ves burbles happily and tugs on Lambert’s witcher medal. Eskel edges closer and tickles his chubby neck, making him squeal with laughter, and Geralt sidles closer to you and drapes his arm around your shoulders. “Never thought I’d see these two making a fuss over a baby,” he murmurs. 

You smile and wrap your arms around his waist in a loose embrace. In truth, having a baby wasn’t something you had ever expected, either. But if your life with Geralt has proven anything, it’s that the best things can have a way of sneaking up on you when you least expect them. 

[brienneofqarth]

So i finally got around to traveling to the Isle of Mists to get Ciri and managed to get lost twice along the way. I later realized it was because i kept canceling the manual save the game recommended (because i had just saved!) so it didn’t load the cutscene where Geralt landed. And of course when it did the game crashed, so i had to do it all over again. But hey, I’m finally here.

Ready to hate every second of this quest

[dadralt]

Yenralt ☠ (yes I know you are shocked LOL)

Geralt storms into the hospital, eyes frantically looking around the waiting room for a familiar face.

He spots her pretty easily with her black hoodie and that damned red streak in her hair she wanted so badly. The closer he gets, the worse she looks; she's soaked, a pool of rain under her chair.

"Ciri," he says as he walks towards her and she looks up.

She looks terrible, her make-up leaked from crying and her eyes so sad but he has never been more relieved to see his daughter than in that moment.

He takes her in his arms and she starts sobbing and he holds her, as tight as he can. She doesn't feel like his big brave 14-year-old and it breaks his heart.

"I'm so sorry Dad, it happened so fast, it's all my fault I - "

"Hey, hey, don't say that. It's not your fault." Geralt grabs Ciri's face in his hands, forcing her to look at him.

A tear rolls down her cheek and he wipes it away with his thumb. "I don't care what happened. I'm just so glad you're ok, kid. You have no idea."

He hugs her close but she doesn't start crying again this time.

They stay like that for a bit, until Ciri's breathing becomes more even.

"Did they give you more details?"

"No, just that she's in surgery."

"Okay."

Ciri pulls away from him after a while and looks him in the eyes.

"I love you, dad."

Geralt smiles. "Love you too. And hey, your mom is the strongest woman I know, okay? She'll be fine."

"She better be," Ciri says, sniffing softly. "God knows we need her."

"That we do, kiddo... That we do."

send me a pairing and a symbol and I'll write you a drabble

[comfyswitcherblanketfort]

IUI- Favorite Weirdo

i missed the idiots 🤷‍♀️ 

Warnings: none i think? its a lil ‘slice of life’ thing idk

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Triss’ face lit up as Geralt walked into the tattoo shop, arms laden with coffee and muffins, as promised. 

“Oh thank fuck you’re here,” Triss sighed, snagging the largest drink out of Geralt’s tray and almost sending the whole thing crashing to the ground, “I haven’t been able to get to a single email all day. Can you distract Ciri for like an hour? Maybe two?”

Geralt set the rest of his coffee shop haul down on the counter before kissing Triss on the forehead and handing her her favorite flavor muffin, “Where did you lock the little beast?”

Taking a massive bite of the muffin, Triss pointed toward the little kitchenette/break room just as the sound of stainless steel bowls clattering to the ground burst out of the crack in the door. She just looked at Geralt with pleading eyes for a moment before taking a massive swig of coffee. 

Frowning, and a little scared to see what had happened, Geralt poked his head into the kitchen, “What’s going on in here kiddo?”

Ciri was desperately trying to scoop what looked like pancake batter back into a bowl but froze as soon as she heard Geralt, staring at him as only a nine-year-old who’s been caught red-handed can, “Nothing.”

“Mhm, looks like it,” Geralt snickered, “Would you like some help with nothing?”

Sitting back on her heels, Ciri let her batter-covered hands plop onto her jeans as she nodded, giving him her biggest puppy eyes. 

“I brought snacks, do you just want to clean up and eat those or do you want pancakes still?”

“Uncle bear, this isn’t food it’s homemade playdough! Kind of… I don’t think I got it right...” 

Geralt could only sigh, “You’re so lucky Mum sent me in after you.”

Forty-five minutes later, they’d somehow removed all evidence of the failed craft project and Geralt had offered himself up as the walking talking coloring book as per usual. 

“Hey, Geralt?” Ciri asked, coloring each feather on his Griffin tattoo a different highlighter color.

He immediately perked up at the use of his actual name but kept his tone casual, “Yeah, Kiddo?”

She took a moment to glance up at him, looking oh so much like her mother as she turned around and pretended to dip the marker she was using in an ink cap and tucked her hair behind her ear as she got back to filling in the tattoo, “Do you think I’m weird?”

He could barely keep from cracking up at the question. She was easily the weirdest kid he’d ever met, and it was only reinforced by the way she treated the marker like a tattoo machine and even wiped a paper towel over the spot she was working on. But something in the way she asked made him think that would be the wrong answer. 

“Why do you ask?”

“Dara called me weird at school and some other kids laughed.”

Geralt waited for her to continue, but she just leaned a little closer to the tattoo to work on coloring the eyes bright blue so he prodded her a bit, “I thought you and Dara were friends?”

“We are, I think he meant it nicely. But why would the other kids laugh if he wasn’t being mean?” 

“Ah…” Geralt nodded sagely, a move he’d perfected over the years that tricked Ciri into thinking he was far wiser than he really was, “They haven’t learned how much fun weirdos can be. I fill my life with weirdos.”

Ciri giggled, “Are you calling your family weirdos?”

“Absolutely,” Geralt confirmed, an over-exaggerated serious look on his face that made Ciri give another round of giggles. 

“I’m your favorite weirdo though, right?”

“Nope” he answered, popping the p with a shit-eating grin on his face. Ciri shoved at his arm with a gasp as he continued, “You’re my second favorite.”

She capped the marker and folded her arms, looking far too much like her other mother with mock offense on her face, “Who beat me?!”

“Uncle Ask,” Geralt answered as if it was the most obvious answer in the world and making Ciri roll her eyes as she picked out another color.

“But you said he was the coolest person you knew last week?”

“Yup,” Geralt nodded, “A cool weirdo.”

Ciri shot him a suspicious glare as if she was trying to figure out a puzzle, “I think he’s just your favorite person.”

“Well, yeah. That’s why I married him.” 

Making a face Ciri poked him a little extra hard with the maker she was using, another painfully Yen action, “I’m still mad I didn’t get to go to the wedding.”

Geralt couldn’t help but belly-laugh at this, “Kid you weren’t even born yet.”

“But I like weddings!”

“Well if you find a Tardis you’re welcome to go attend!”

As the conversation spiraled into stubborn nine-year-old silliness, Triss and Jaskier leaned against the door to the large open tattooing area.

Sipping his chai latte, Jaskier frowned and pointed at his husband, “Every time they hang out it seems like he turns into even more of a child.”

Triss stifled a laugh so they wouldn’t be caught watching, “I find it cute. Until she convinces him to do something stupid.”

“Like the hand-stand incident?” Jaskier asked, snickering as quietly as possible. 

“What possessed him to let her do a handstand on a moving horse?!” Triss asked, both amused and baffled. 

Jaskier sighed and shrugged, “He’s a himbo.”

“This himbo can hear you!” Geralt called, raising his hand behind Ciri’s back to flip them off with a grin over his shoulder. 

Triss and Jaskier turned to each other with wide eyes and a guilty look before cracking up. 

Guiding Triss back to the front desk, Jaskier called over his shoulder, “I love you, honey!”

Geralt raised his voice so they could hear him as they walked down the hall, “Weirdos can also be lovable assholes, Ciri.”

The last they could hear from the room as Jaskier and Triss got back to work was Ciri squealing about a swear jar in absolute delight. 

[ficsforfundota]

Surprising the Campers - Witcher Summer Camp Day 5 SFW prompt fill Swim

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Jaskier smiled big as Yennefer approached him before the days activity. “Jaskier, I need your help with something special today.”

“What exactly can I help you with?” Jaskier asked with a grin.

“Well,” she began, “since you’re the newest counselor this year and the kids have yet to go swimming with you I was thinking you could go in the water a bit before the kids go swimming and wear something special.”

“What’s this special swim suit?” He asked. She grinned and pulled out a mermaid tail. It was pretty and blue green. “Is that a mermaid tail?”

“The little ones would love it, we can come up with an elaborate story for them about how when you’re wet you don’t always turn into a mer. It’s like a special occasion thing because you’re only half mermaid.”

Jaskier nodded. “I can do that. Give it here.” She smiled and nodded to him. He sat in his tent wiggling it on till he finished. “This look right?”

She stepped in and smiled. “They’re going to love this. The little ones especially.”

He smirked. “Now… how am I to get ti the lake as a fish man?”

“Merman,” she corrected with a giggle. “I’ll go get one of the boys to carry you.”

Jaskier stiffened a bit. All three of the brothers were attractive. While Lambert and Eskel were attractive he specifically found Geralt the most attractive and the one he was watching in hopes of a further relationship.

Eskel stepped in. “Well seems I found myself a catch.” He laughed with a big smile on his face. He hoisted Jaskier up and carried him towards the lake. “Ready fishy?”

Jaskier nodded his face red as Eskel plopped him into the lake. Jaskier practiced his swimming in the tail but he was a natural. “You have one of these at home?” Lambert asked stepping beside his brother to watch the fake merman.

“If I said I did would you be surprised?” Jaskier asked eyeing his team counterpart. Lambert shook his head.

“Not after the things I’ve heard you say or the way you do some stuff it wouldn’t.” Lambert remarked.

“I’m going to take that as a compliment.” Jaskier called back with a laugh in his voice as he swam about the lake. “The kids are going to love this.”

Lambert only nodded. “I think someone else will too.” Eskel whispered to Lambert. Lambert laughed, the two had observed their brother Geralt watching the new counselor with heart eyes and reddened cheeks.

Jaskier was splashing when he heard the kids coming. He sat up on the dock and the younger group b-lined for him. Their youngest camper, Ciri, jumped into his arms. He chucked and held her tightly.

“You’re a mermaid!” She exclaimed. He nodded and hugged her as Geralt came around the corner with the older group. He stopped dead seeing Jaskier looking the way he did while holding onto his adopted child.

He cleared his throat and followed the group towards him. Yennefer stood up with a smile her swimsuit body fitting but beautiful.

“Now kids, we need to help keep Jaskier’s secret. He is half mermaid, that also means he doesn’t always turn into a mermaid when he swims. It-“

“It’s a special thing I can control,” Jaskier smiled, “because I’m half mermaid on my mothers side.” He looked up at her with sparkling blue eyes.

“So throwing water balloons at you won’t make you turn?” An eight year old asked.

Jaskier laughed out loud. “No kiddo, it won’t. I have to prepare for it. Spend at least an hour in the water before transformation and I have to be calm and relaxed. So water balloons and squirt guns won’t just force a change.”

A few or the more mischievous kids groaned, they wanted to see how many popsicles they could offer Lambert to throw an unsuspecting Jaskier in the water to see if her would turn.

One child mumbled. “H20 just add water is a joke. Mermaids don’t just turn when wet, what about washing your hands?”

Yennefer snickered hearing them grumble.

“Alright now into the water! Let’s go swim!”

The kids all jumped in. Jaskier swam about beside them, going below surface and returning with rocks and the like. “Convincing merman isn’t he?” Eskel asked his white haired brother who was watching him with big eyes.

“I mean yeah for the kids.” Geralt muttered his eyes never leaving Jaskier’s frame.

“Cute isn’t he?”

“You think he’s attractive?” Geralt asked worried he would have to fend his brother off from his forming crush.

“I mean he’s cute. A hottie in a mermaid tail, good with kids. Sings and plays guitar like a muse. Who wouldn’t find him adorable.”

Geralt grunted. “He’s kind and sweet. Good heart.”

“I knew it.” Eskel chuckled. “You do have a crush.”

“Do not.” Geralt grunted.

“Do too!” Eskel shouted pushing his shoulder. The two began to push one another back and forth until Lambert joined in and both Eskel and Lambert picked Geralt up. “Why don’t you go swim with your new boyfriend!”

Geralt yelped as he was thrown in the lake with a splash. The brothers sat side by side arms crossed as Geralt resurfaced his hair plastered to his face. “Go get him wolfy.” Lambert laughed as they pointed towards Jaskier who was giving the kids rides on his back.

Yennefer was smiling big, she was glad the tail didn’t fit her like she had planned. Jaskier was a great addition to their team.

Geralt watched him with wonder as the kids laughed and clung to him. Even the older group of kids were interested in the tail regardless if they believed the story or not.

Geralt was flustered. He lined Jaskier a lot but this was only week two of camp. He didn’t know if he could confess his love to him while he was dressed as a mermaid. Ciri swam up to Geralt her floaties keeping her upright. “Jaskier is so pretty.” She said with a big gap toothed smile. Geralt grinned at the six year old and pulled her into him.

“You’re right Ciri he is.”

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For @witchersummercamp

[pillage-and-lute]

Pins and Needles: Part 3

Part 1, Part 2

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The butter yellow of the awning of the new tattoo shop carried on inside. The color scheme was classy, though. 

During Geralt’s mostly misspent youth, he’d been inside his fare share of tattoo and piercing parlors. He’d never gotten a tattoo, and his piercings had mostly been his own work, but still, the culture seeped in. He had learned to expect a lot of red and black and exposed brickwork. There was nothing wrong with that look, but he considered the interior of Pins and Needles to be much more friendly. 

The walls were a deep blue, denim, if he had to name it, or perhaps Prussian Blue. It was on all the walls, and the ceiling, with the floor in a dark, smooth wood. He wasn’t sure if that was kept from the last shop or was newly installed. The counter was in the same polished, dark wood, so he supposed it was new. All the accents were dandelion yellow, or yellow brass if they were metal. His leg brushed up against a velveteen chair, something of a vintage style, and of course, in that same buttery yellow. 

The waiting area had the chair, a matching loveseat, and a high-backed chaise lounge in a teal color. It had more green to it’s color than the walls, and was in a lighter shade, but it was adjacent to the color of the walls, and a pleasing focal point. Overall, Geralt was impressed. The blue and yellow color scheme could have easily been overdone, but it was masterful, and clearly completed by someone with an eye for color. 

Ciri was delightedly pouring over a piercing display. Geralt was startled to realize he owned the exact display box. It was, in fact, a large glass terrarium, the metal that same shiny brass. The shelves of piercing were cleverly angled and set within the case so that they were all visible. 

“Nice display case, isn’t it?” 

Geralt turned, and there was Jaskier. He had a BB8 coffee mug in his hand, and a shimmery teal shirt unbuttoned low. It framed his sternum and the peaks of color visible through his chest hair and pointing down in a tempting arrow to--

“urk,” Geralt said, choking on his own tongue. 

“Priscilla found it on the side of the road one day, the legs were scuffed to hell and one was missing, but the glass was intact, so she took it back to her house and fixed it up.”

“I have the same one,” Geralt managed, the tips of his ears reddening.

“Oh, as a display case?”

“Um, it’s a terrarium.”

“Is it really?” Jaskier beamed and Geralt felt like he was dying. “I always thought it was a funny shape. It makes such a lovely focal point along that wall though.”

Ciri was beaming as well. “Dad keeps succulents in his. Is Priscilla the lady that does piercings?”

“She is,” Jaskier said, tilting his head so that his hair flopped and Gerald got a better view of his undercut and dangling chain of a cuff piercing on his ear. “Are you in the market for a piercing, miss...”

“Ciri,” she said, sticking her hand out to shake. “And my dad might get a tattoo sometime, but he’s being a baby about it and doesn’t know what he wants.”

Jaskier shook her hand and levelled a devastating grin at Geralt. “Well, some things aren’t to be rushed, but if your dad ever want’s a tattoo, I’ll give him anything he wants.”

Geralt desperately tried to reel his thoughts in from the absolute trainwreck that that statement illicited. Obviously Jaskier was just trying to sell his craft not offer...anything else. 

“Are you taking walk-ins for piercings?” Ciri asked. 

“Absolutely,” Jaskier said, turning and shouting. “Priscilla?” Down the hall of the shop where, presumably, the actuall tattooing and piercing rooms were. 

“YEah?” came the response. 

“Got a consult for you!”

She poked her head out of a room, smiled quickly, popped back in for a second, then emerged. “Hiya, sorry, I was just doing a little sketching, how can I help?”

“I’d like an industrial piercing please,” Ciri said. 

Priscilla tilted her head, eyes squinting slightly as she, apparently, assesed Ciri’s ears. “That’ll suit you well, left or right side?”

“Left.”

“Cool,” she looked to Geralt. “I’m assuming you’re the dad?”

“Uh, yes,” Geralt said, feeling wildly out of his depth. 

“Great, and does she have your permission for the piercing?”

“Oh, uh, yeah, absolutely.”

“Cool,” Priscilla said, digging behind the counter. “I’ve got paper work for both of you, and then we can get this lovely lady poked full of holes.”

Geralt’s stomach flipped over. Despite how many times he had actually stuck a fucking sewing needle through his own ear as a teenager, he couldn’t stand the thought of normal piercing needles. 

“It’s okay, Dad,” Ciri said as they were handed paperwork and pens. “You don’t have to hold my hand or anything, you can wait out here.”

“Great,” Geralt said, looking at the paperwork. Pretty standard stuff, parental release, aftercare papers, all that. He signed quickly and returned the relevant documents, keeping the aftercare instructions. 

“Thanks very much,” Priscilla said, checking for signatures before smiling at Ciri again. “Got any jewelry picked out?” They walked over to the case as Ciri gestured to some. 

Jaskier was looking at Geralt assessingly over the top of his coffee mug. “You know,” he said. “Most dads aren’t this cool about piercings.” He licked a bit of foam off of his lip and Geralt tried very hard to pretend that he hadn’t seen the flash of a tongue piercing. 

“I, uh, I’ve got plenty of bad ones, I’d rather she got her’s done professionally.”

“Bad ones?” Priscilla’s head jerked up. “Can I see?”

Geralt nodded as she was already bustleing over. He brushed the strands of hair that escaped his ponytail back so she could see his ears. 

“Amatur work for sure, although no lasting damage, where’d you get these done?” 

Geralt flushed. “I did them, uhm, way back.”

“Oh god, you didn’t buy one of those cheep piercing guns, did you?” Priscilla asked, poking gently at Geralt’s ear so she could look at the back of the piercings. Jaskier smiled at Geralt’s probably confused expression. 

“No, I used a needle.”

Priscilla pulled back, eyes wide. “A sewing needle?”

Geralt shrugged guiltily.

“Yeah, okay,” she said quickly, turning to Ciri. “Hold out your pinky, you have to make me a promise.”

Ciri’s brow furrowed, but she linked pinky fingers with the excitable piercer. 

“I promise,” Priscilla said, gesturing with her other hand for Ciri to repeat after her.

“I promise,” Ciri said. 

“Not to pierce myself.”

“Not to pierce myself,” Ciri said, smiling.

“No matter what my dad did.”

“No matter what my dad did,” Ciri finished. “I won’t, don’t worry.”

“Good,” Priscilla said, releasing Ciri’s pinky from it’s hold and sending a theatrical shiver of disgust toward Geralt. “A sewing needle, yikes. C’mon kiddo, we’re gonna stick a needle through your ear, and I’ll show you how a real piercer does it.”

She hurried Ciri into the back room, grabbing a couple sealed packages on the way, needle and jewelry, Geralt presumed. 

“Don’t mind Prissy,” Jaskier said. “She’s just very big on piercing safety.”

“No, I agree,” Geralt said. “I was a really stupid kid back then.”

Jaskier smiled and came out from around the counter a bit, leaning against the side, hip jutting in those ungodly tight leather pants. “Ciri seems pretty smart though, does she get it from her mother?”

“Um,” Geralt said, the sight of those long, leather-wrapped legs making his mouth weirdly dry. “I suppose? Her dad was pretty smart, too.”

“Ah, so you’re not her biological dad?” Jaskier said, leaning forward. Geralt wondered for a second if he was fishing, but surely not, pretty tattoo artists didn’t flirt with frumpy guys like him. 

“No, uh, but I’ve been her guardian since she was just a baby so...”Geralt trailed off, unsure how to finish.

“That’s very cute.” Jaskier’s eyes trailed down Geralt, then back up. To his shame, Geralt realized he hadn’t even removed his apron. 

“You know,” Jaskier said, conversationally. “My dad would have never even thought about letting me get a piercing.”

Geralt looked over the form in front of him, piercings in each ear, more than one, even, a nose ring, and that ellusive tongue ring, as well as the colorful tattoos that swarmed over his skin. “That worked out well for him,” he said without thinking, then blushed.

Jaskier, though, laughed, head back, shoulders shaking. “Indeed,” he said at last. “I shrugged off my father’s wishes rather fully, I think.” 

The bell rang as another person entered the shop and Geralt stepped aside as Jaskier went back behind the counter. He sat on the yellow chair and watched Jaskier’s lips--and that hint of silver on his tongue-- as he made the young woman a tattoo appointment. 

Jaskier’s hands, full of rings and swirling ink, were so quick on the computer keys, and when he talked with them, they were so expressive. 

Geralt wanted to hold one. 

Unfortunately, by the time the young woman was gone and Geralt could have possibly had Jaskier’s full attention again, Ciri was all done. Geralt paid, thanked both Jaskier and Priscilla, and went over the care instructions, before he and Ciri crossed the road. 

It felt very much like a retreat. 

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