#uncle jaskier

[bisexualafbuck]

I can't make gifs bc I have no software (any software advice is appreciated!) so I used a website so pls be kind 😂

Ciri's little breath at the end of the last gif 🥺 she was so scared

[0dde11eth]

You know that thing where your parents talk about ther past and your like "what? When did this happen? What do you mean you used to drugs?" I think it would be funny if this happened but with ciri and jaskier.

Like she just thinks he's a silly slightly sluty bard but once they get closer every time he opens his mouth curi is left shocked.

"what do you mean you had sex with a priestess."

"the fuck do you mean you helped elves escape slavery"

"when did yennefer become your wife!?"

It would be epic.

Oh my word

Jaskier is the youngest of all the adults in ciris life

But he's had the craziest one

He keeps them more kid friendly but when she's an adult he spills all the details!

"Did I ever tell you about the time...." is her favorite thing to hear because she knows it's going to be an epic tale with an ending she couldn't anticipate

[fandom-junk-drawer]

Ciri: Geralt, look at the new spell Jaskier helped me learn!

[winters-mistress]

let the thunder come

"Drink this." Geralt says, coming over to sit at Ciri's makeshift bedside. It's nothing much, squishy moss and fresh leaves and still moist mud. Ciri looks at him, her attention being drawn from the trees and the stars, her head rolling to meet his eyes.

Geralt holds out the mug of dark tea, and Ciri obediently sips the hot liquid, uncaring of the foul, sharp taste.

"What is it?" She asks, once he has been satisfied that another drop does not remain in the mug.

"Leaves, plants, stuff that'll make you better." He says, as unchatty as ever, sitting his arse back next to her, and he sneaks a glance at her bandaged, bloodied side. "How're you feeling?"

"Alright." She shrugs a shoulder. "It doesn't hurt, that numbing treatment you put on is still working, I guess. How long until it heals properly, and I don't have to rely on faulty magic and tonics?"

Geralt grumbles quietly. "I don't know, a few weeks, maybe? You're not exactly the type of person that follows the rules of the universe." He says, smirking as she squeaks at the ruffle of her hair. She bats him away, and he grins at her. "You're very brave, you know that? Jumping in front of a blade to save Jaskier, you're very brave to do it. And incredibly stupid and short sighted."

Ciri blinks at him. "I would have survived it, he wouldn't have. It seemed a simple enough synopsis." She shrugs. "Is he alright?"

"Shaken, blames himself, drinking himself into a stupor. Much like Lambert, that one." He casts a glance to the drunken bard and the whily witch as they share an awkward silence in front of the fire. Yennefer keeps glancing at Jaskier, while the bard only has eyes for the bottle. "He'll be fine, you both will. Who knows, you might get a couple gifts out of it, next time we pass by a town."

"Anything less than a sword will be a disappointment." Ciri mutters. Geralt scoffs.

"That's my job to provide you with one, mennace. Not his. You'll get some jewels or clothes or some shit like that." He rumbles. "I appreciate your saving him, but next time we're ambushed, do us all a favour and don't jump in front of a blade, hmm?"

"I certainly promise to cut back." Ciri banters, and Geralt growls at her. She smirks, laying back in her makeshift bed. "What's in that? I'm so tired." She complains.

"Must be something in the poppies." He leans down and takes her by the hand, running a thick thumb over the back of her small palm. "Sleep, kid. I'll be right here."

"Promise?"

"Always."

[my-jokes-are-my-armour]

I just can't wait to see them share screen 😊

[astaldis]

@whumpers-monthly​  @whumpril​

Chapters: 3/?     Words: 7,820 Fandom: The Witcher (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, Geralt of Rivia, Vesemir (The Witcher), Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy, Yennefer of Vengerberg, Coën (The Witcher), Lambert (The Witcher), Jaskier | Dandelion 

Relationships:Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach & Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, Cahir Mawr Dryffyn aep Ceallach & Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy, Cahir, Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach/Yennefer of Vengerberg, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach & Vesemir, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon & Jaskier, Geralt of Rivia & Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy, Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy & Vesemir, Jaskier & Yennefer of Vengerberg, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon & Geralt of Rivia

Summary: At Kaer Morhen, Cahir tells Ciri something that makes her scream ...

Excerpt from Chapter 3: 

"Fuck," Geralt says after a moment of silence.

"Fuckety fuck, that is bad indeed," Jaskier adds with a deep sigh. "Come here, darling, let me dry those tears." He fishes a frilly, pink handkerchief from his vest pocket and, hugging her even closer, gently dabs at Ciri's eyes. Yet, now the tears begin to flow for real and Ciri starts to sob uncontrollably in Jaskier's arms. Tears of grief for her dead grandfather and grandmother, for the loss of her childhood, her home, for all the death and destruction and pain that followed, but also for the evil things she has done and is ashamed of. And for Cahir who might be dying because of her.

"Here, my daughter, drink this. It will make you feel better." Geralt holds a mug in front of her tear-streaked face when the sobs finally cease. Surprised, she looks up into his concerned face. In her grief she did not even notice that he had left the room.

Ciri takes a sip. Warm milk with honey. It does make her feel better. And very sleepy. As soon as the mug is empty, Geralt and Jaskier tuck her in. Then Jaskier starts to sing a lullaby for her. It is not the one she expected but one she has never heard before. A fairytale song about a little tin soldier with only one leg and his tiny ballerina, and their eternal love. It is beautiful and sad and exactly what she needs to finally fall asleep, secure in the knowledge that her family is always there for her. Never lost, always found, like in the fairytale.

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[apinchofm]

are there any fics in which jaskier has to babysit a magical baby ciri giving geralt and yennifer the night off?? because i feel like we all deserve that.

[0dde11eth]

[0dde11eth]

Life is alot like chess. In the game of chess you never let your opponent see your pieces

[fandom-junk-drawer]

Jaskier picking up Ciri from school

[winters-mistress]

Fever and Firelight

"How is she?" Yennefer asks, pulling over the rock that encloses the four of them in the large cave just east of the pontar river. Her basket is full of wild vegetables and fruits, while Jaskier pulls the carcass of the large boar she had taken down with her magic. The poor bard had lost his breakfast when Yennefer had gutted it, so he was stuck dragging it behind them, two thick ropes binding the hooves in each hand.

Geralt glances up at them both from his position, laying in the makeshift bed that Yennefer's magic had conjured a couple days before. He glances back down at the girl who lays on top of him, adjusting his hand on her back.

"No change, still wheezing." He replies, watching as Jaskier finally lay the body down on the floor, wheezing just as much as Ciri was, hunching over and clutching his knees. His eyes flash to the girl still sleeping on top of her protector, pushing back against the cave wall to hold his weight.

"Alright, big man, switch." Jaskier lollops over. "The bitchy witch won't get her hands dirty, and I am sure to hurl once again if I should ever see that boor beasts insides again." He finishes, opening his arms to take the girl from the witcher.

"Clean up, first. She's hardly likely to improve breathing in your sweat and boar blood." Geralt grunts, his arm wrapping tight around her back.

"Who's a clucky mother hen, then?" Jaskier laughs, poking Geralt's nose. The witcher growls at him, and Jaskier chuckles, stripping off his red leather coat.

Yennefer is silent as she starts separating the vegetables from the fruit. Her heart hurts, and she can not help her pain when she watches Geralt treat the girl with such kindness and gentleness. Big hands capable of such violence and pain gently running across blonde curls, holding onto her little body with such care and tenderness that Yennefer proposes that anybody who speaks ill of this witcher may be struck dead. This man is so gentle, nurturing, and protective, and she hates herself for hurting him and hurting the thing he cherishes most above all else.

Geralt and Jaskier swap roles as the Queen of Cintra's bed, with the witcher taking a moment to stretch his muscles, before going over to the body and kneeling over it. One of his daggers skins the beast, while the other begins to cut out all the muscle he can find. The bones have their uses, for broth and a couple of his own ilixr recipes. The offel and giblets make Jaskier nauseous, but he's sure they can make use of them in some way. Even sell them to a butcher if they get desperate. Vesemir always told he and his brothers to never waste a kill.

He thinks he should spend a few hours making the boar skin into a blanket for Jaskiers pony that he had named Oatmeal, for its mane was the colour of gruel. Ciri had laughed at him when he said it, her own Astoria even snuffling in disgust as she headbutted the horse in greeting.

He hopes she will be as amused by the name as she had been that day whenever she would break this impressive and terrible fever. Be the same fiesty and firey and fierce little warrior sorceress Queen he had always known her to be. And the logical part of his brain says she will, but the frantic part worries that the fever will be tok great and reduce her to a drooling invalid who would be taken out in the night and that be that.

"Calm down, Papa wolf." Jaskiers voice calls out. "Keep that face up and we won't need the magic floaty candles, you'll burst into flame."

He grumbles at the purple bard, who grins at him. Yennefer comes closer, and Geralt tenses as he had since he had put all the pieces together about Yennefer's deception and betrayal.

"Here-" she lays a handful of leaves next to his knee. "found these for her. Chamomile, I believe. With a few sprigs of cinnamon. Should help her."

Geralt takes them in his hand, letting out a quiet hum in her direction as the great and mighty sorceress begins to cop the tops off carrots and slice their stringy skins to get to the bright orange within.

He looks at her, and she looks at him.

"Oh, no, you fucking don't. You do not get me holding the baby while you make moon eyes at each other. You want to do a jot of bedsport? Go outside, you couple of animals." Jaskier throws his sweaty coat at the two of them, laughing as Geralt growls at him once more.

[xwpfan]

Don't forget her flamboyant Uncle Jaskier!

Who, let's face it, is pretty fly for a bi guy 😉

#that's her dad

[astaldis]

Chapters: 1/1      Words: 700 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon/Dara, Geralt of Rivia/Yennefer of Vengerberg Characters: Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, Jaskier | Dandelion Additional Tags: day 5: Parents, Family Fluff, OTW15 | OTW 15th Anniversary Fanwork Challenge, Found Family, Agony Uncle Jaskier, Uncle Jaskier | Dandelion, Crack Treated Seriously

Summary: Ciri is mortified. Parents can be so embarrassing! Luckily, Uncle Jaskier is there for a heart to heart.

[idliketobeatree]

ladies & gentlemen, you have been the most beautiful audience! remember to toss a coin if you can if anyone needs me, I’ll be at the bar

[fandom-junk-drawer]

Not the Favorite Uncle (or is it Favorite Dad ;) ) vibes! *sobbing happy tears*

#how it started vs how it’s going