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Once again I will go back into my writing goblin hole to return to the 18+ stuff but for now... Please enjoy some VERY DAMN WHOLESOME JASKIER DAD MOMENTS! ;-;
This is mainly him being a dad to Ciri, with some Geralt being a worried dad and boyfriend in the end (although very thankful to have both his daughter and lover with him). It was another spur of the moment idea that I placed in my drafts, finished in a day and decided to post, so I hope you enjoy~
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Congratulations on your milestone! Could I request an oneshot where it’s the moment where Jaskier holds baby Charlotte for the first time when she’s born, and he goes all soft, please? Thanks so much!! 😘
A/N: I have this whole story behind Charlotte’s name which if I ever get around to it would tie into an OC x Eskel fic that has to do with a sister of Jaskier’s and this whole dad!Jaskier AU kind of dabbles into it…. But I just have to kick my own ass into gear lmao.... also this is another one of the asks that was sent in over a year ago.... yikes I'm the worst lmao
Warnings: a bit angsty but fluffy, nothing outside of canon
You hummed quietly as you moved around the kitchen, making sure to be nearly as silent as possible. One week old Charlotte was just in the other room taking a nap. You had struggled to get her to sleep but now that she was finally asleep, you could clean up where it was needed.
As you were passing a window, you glanced outside out of habit. Your eyes caught sight of two horses coming down the path. One was Roach carrying Geralt and the other was Piper carrying Jaskier.
You hurried to go outside and meet your husband, but made sure to quietly close the front door behind yourself.
Jaskier jumped down from Piper’s back before she even came to a stop. He was so eager and excited to get to you, to make it to you before the baby arrived.
But as he started to approach you, he realized your stomach wasn’t as prominent as it had been two weeks ago when he left with Geralt for a contract.
The bard came to a slow stop, brows drawing together with concern. His lips parted as his breath caught in his throat.
“The-The baby.” He couldn’t even form a complete sentence.
“It’s alright, my love.” You assured him, placing your hands on his arms. “She’s inside.”
His features immediately softened. His hands came up to your biceps.
“She?”
“Mhm.” Tears sprung from seemingly nowhere as you nodded your head.
Without missing a beat, Jaskier pulled you in for a hug. His arms wrapped around you so tightly, hands pressing against your back.
“When?”
“Six days ago just before sunrise.”
His shoulders trembled as he cried into the crook of your neck.
The both of you had been told by your midwife that the baby wouldn’t be born for three more weeks, so you encouraged Jaskier to go with Geralt on one final trip before fatherhood prevented him from traveling for a while.
“I’m so sorry.”
“Nonsense.” You brought your hand up to brush your fingers through his thick dark hair. “We are both safe. I only wish you would have been here to witness her birth.”
He pulled away to look at you. His cheeks were stained red and tears dampened his skin. You reached up to brush the tears away, smiling softly.
“Would you like to see her?”
“Of course.”
Jaskier started to go towards the house, his hand firmly holding yours. You hesitated. Your eyes found Geralt.
“Come on, Geralt. You must see your niece.”
“I will be in momentarily.” The White Wolf told you, a soft smile playing on his face. “I’ll put the horses up.”
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Jaskier squeezed your hand intermittently as you led him down the hallway towards your bedroom.
“She just laid down for a nap not too long ago.” You warned him.
He let your hand go and began to go to the crib by himself. You remained near the door, watching your husband with teary eyes. You had cried multiple times since her birth thinking about what this moment would be like, and now it was finally here.
Jaskier took his lute off and gently placed it on the floor against her crib.
“Oh my gods.” He whispered.
Inside the crib was what looked like a wrapped up loaf of bread. But the little face poking out from the off white cloth made his heart melt.
Without hesitation, Jaskier picked her up.
“She barely weighs anything!” He whispered, blue eyes very briefly finding you. He returned his gaze to Charlotte as he cradled her in his arms.
“Right now, she has your eyes.” You moved to stand next to him, leaning your chin on his shoulder. “Hopefully it stays that way. You have beautiful eyes.”
“She’s got your nose.” He chuckled softly, then sniffled. “What-What have you been calling her?”
“We agreed on Charlotte. After your sister.”
Jaskier brought his gaze back to you.
“Thank you, Y/N.”
“We agreed on it.” You cupped his cheek and used the pad of your thumb to gently brush the tears away.
“No, thank you for this. For-For giving me a daughter.” He turned his head to kiss your palm. “It’s more than I ever could’ve asked for.”
“My love, I’d give you the moon and stars if I could.”
Jaskier leaned his head down to rest his forehead against yours.
You both stayed like that for a few moments, eyes closed and taking in one anothers warm breath. It was comforting to just be there with your husband and now with your daughter too.
“Geralt is going to love her.” Jaskier pulled back, a bright and proud smile on his face.
Hi Comfy! 💜 Could you write some Tired Dad™ Jaskier, please? Ciri has been really difficult all day, crying because she misses her other daddy. Geralt made a business trip 3 days ago and will only be back at night.
Nonie i love this. I really hope i did your idea justice. I threw in as much fluff as I could!
just for clarification, ciri calls Jask “Fafa” and Geralt “Papa”, also I'm going with her being like 4? so only having a light grasp on language?
Warnings: none unless you don’t like specific dad nicknames? crying toddlers?
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Three days.
It's not that long. It's not a big deal. Jaskier wasn't even worried about the logistics of Geralt being gone (other than Ciri being a morning baby), he was worried about missing his husband. So worried, in fact, that he forgot until night #1 that Ciri was going to miss him too.
"Where's Papa?" She asked, holding one of her feet close to her face to examine the bruised toenail from when she dropped the birdbath on it last week.
Jaskier gently tugged her leg back down so he could tuck her in, "He's working, cub. He went to help Uncle Skel."
Her little brow furrowed just like Geralt's did when he was thinking. They were so much alike you'd think they'd used Geralt's sperm for the fertilization. How she got bright blonde hair and green eyes with Jaskier's DNA was a mystery, they were pretty sure the egg donor they chose had brown eyes too, but either way she was cute as could be. The one thing she absolutely got from Jaskier was how much she loved Geralt.
"Papa will be home late?"
Jaskier brushed the hair off of her forehead as he sat next to her on her brand new big girl bed, "Really late. He'll be gone two more nights."
"But where will he sleep?!"
"At Uncle Skel's house," Jaskier laughed.
Ciri didn't think it was funny in the slightest, "But people sleep at home!"
It was a good half hour before she accepted that, yes, Papa would sleep okay somewhere else, and no, that doesn't mean it's his home now. It was another half hour before Jaskier heard little snores coming from her room and could finally relax. Not that he slept much. The bed was cold and the constant reminder that he was gone just made him worry over his husband.
Geralt called them early the next morning and Ciri was ecstatic, holding the phone up close to her face and cradling it reverently. She prattled on about a dream she had and nearly choked on her oatmeal because simply wouldn't stop talking. When Geralt finally said he had to go, she dragged out the 'i love you's and 'see you soon's as long as she could.
As soon as Jaskier stuffed his phone in his pocket and turned to grab a paper towel, the toddler was in tears.
She wailed as Jaskier pulled her out of her booster seat and cradled her to his shoulder, bouncing back and forth like he did when she was still bottle feeding, "I know Cub, I know. He'll be back soon. It's okay."
"I want Papa!" She shrieked and cried some more, burying her face in Jaskier's sweater.
"I know, darling. I miss him too." Jaskier tried not to be hurt by her little tirade, she was only four, she didn't mean anything by it, but it still stung.
The days passed in a coffee-fueled blur, Jaskier doing his best to distract Ciri and avoid complete meltdowns. They went to the park, went for a ride on Roach (and even gave her a bath), went for bike rides, saw a movie, did two parent/child painting classes, and even baked a cake from scratch to fill the time. Jaskier thought he might fall asleep walking.
On the third night, Ciri crept into their room just as he was about to fall asleep, “Fafa?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m-” she was cut off by a yawn, “I’m not sleepy.”
Jaskier propped himself up on an elbow, “Do you want snuggles?”
She nodded and wiped at her nose. He pulled back the blankets and she scrambled onto the bed and up against his side, flinging one of her lanky little arms over his chest. He tucked her under his arm and made sure they were both pleasantly cocooned in the comforter.
“Fafa?”
He resisted the urge to sigh, just wanting to drift off to sleep, “Yes, Ciri?”
“Do you miss Papa too?”
He looked down at her and frowned, “Of course I do, darling. I miss him even when he’s gone on a regular workday.”
She snuggled in closer and wrapped her little fist around his sleepshirt, “Why don’t you cry?”
He kissed the top of her head, “I don’t want to worry you, love. And I know he’s coming back.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow.”
That’s how Geralt found them, snuggled up and both snoring softly as the morning light filtered through the curtains.
He quietly set his luggage down and shrugged off his jacket before slipping into bed on Ciri’s side and pulling them both close. It was a few minutes still before either of them stirred, and even when Jaskier sleepily carded his fingers through Geralt’s hair he didn’t seem to notice till a few seconds later.
A sweet smile spread across his face, still keeping his eyes closed, “You’re back.”
Geralt leaned over to kiss him, doing his best not to squish Ciri, “Did you miss me?”
“Immensely,” Jaskier sighed, going back to playing with Geralt’s hair, still not opening his eyes.
Their talking woke Ciri and before Geralt even had the chance to say ‘hello’ she was squealing and clinging to his neck for dear life.
Geralt laughed and Jaskier just rolled his eyes fondly. “Hope you’re not tired, love.”
Geralt peeled Ciri off him to set her on his chest, “Good morning, princess. What do you want for breakfast?”
She bounced, punching the air out of Geralt’s lungs as she answered, “Pancakes!”
“Pancakes it is,” he roared, hoisting her above his head and rolling to sit up on the edge of the bed. He glanced back at Jaskier, “Coming, Fafa?”
Jask snuggled deeper under the blankets, “Call me when the coffee’s ready.”
PIRATES!?!?!? When ciri gets a little older does she climb the rigging and give her father's heart attacks?
Oh you bet your sweet ass she does
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It had been six years since the pirate Captain and the half-siren, ex-noble had brought Cirilla onboard the Kaer Morhen. She’d grown into quite the little pirate princess, always teasing her crewmates and getting into trouble.
“Papa! Look!” she hung upside down from the mizzenmast support beam and grinned ferociously. “I could be in the circus!”
“Well you’re on a ship so it would be really lovely if you could-”
“GET DOWN FROM THERE!” Starkey orders, yelling over the top of Jaskier’s voice. “YOU’RE GOING TO FALL AND BREAK YOUR NECK AND THEN BOTH YOUR DADS WILL KILL ME.”
“I wouldn’t want you keelhauled,” Ciri frowned, scampering gracefully down to the deck. She clung to Geralt’s leg and climbed him next, throwing her arms around his neck as she laid across his broad back. “Right, Father?”
“Hmm.”
“Papa says you have to use your words.”
“That’s right,” Jaskier nodded, patting her head. “Very good, Cirilla.”
“Ciri,” she insisted. “Captain Ciri, someday.”
Geralt buried his face in his hands and groaned. “Fuck.”
dragon jaskier gets attacked after the mountain and is quite hurt when he finds and equally hurt ciri, and so, running on instinct, he takes her to her safehouse on the edge of the continent and they heal together. she’s his fledgling and he needs to protect her now.
he thinks geralt doesn’t care about her and there’s war everywhere, so he calls for tissaia to teach her. yennefer comes with her and so they kinda bunker down there and teach and raise the young princess.
geralt spends a few years looking for ciri and jaskier, before realizing they must be both dead, but then, after a decade, he meets a young warrior woman with green eyes and blonde hair that has jaskier’s smirk and calanthe’s boldness.
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ciri getting cold feet on dyeing her hair because people are always complimenting her natural color so jaskier dyes or dip-dyes geralt's hair first and the two of them just have dope matching father-daughter white and bright colored hair together
“Go ahead, Ciri,” Jaskier urges, leading his adoptive daughter to the edge of the stage by the hand. “You’re strong enough to do this on your own.”
The tiny girl looks up at him and smiles lopsidedly. She rises onto her tip-toes and gracefully stumbles through a series of carefully memorized steps. The judges nod and smile and Jaskier leads her away again.
“Did I do good?”
“You were amazing! Fantastic! They’re going to make you the lead!”
“No promises you can’t keep,” Geralt reprimands, approaching from behind and giving each of his favorite people a quick smooch. “When does the cast list go up?”
“Next week.”
“You know that if she gets in, we have to be here every weekend until Christmas building the set, right?”
“We won’t just be building the set,” Jaskier smiles. Geralt narrows his eyes at his mischievous husband.
“What do you mean by that, darling?”
“We may also be appearing on the cast list...”
“Fuck!” Ciri claps. Geralt nods for a moment before his face clouds with horror.
