Big brain moment: a Geralt and Ciri fic of teen Ciri throwing a fit and blasting Paramore 🤣 Geralt flustered and frustrated/Jaskier talking him down and getting him to give Ciri a little space
oh? you mean? write yall a scene from my puberty years? 🤣🤣🤣 I mean not quite, but I also angrily blasted Paramore and glared at people ‘with purpose’ lmao
Warnings: teen Ciri and Geralt having a mild fight - well the end of one, its pretty chill, there's cute dumb dads at the end
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“Leave me alone!” Ciri screamed as she slammed her door in Geralt’s face.
He sighed and leaned on her doorframe, “Ciri, I just want to make sure you’re-”
“I can't hear you!” she shouted, cranking up her music.
Gods Geralt hated that fucking band now. It was fine as far as his daughter’s tastes went, at least at first. But she had clung to it and now refused to listen to anything else. Which he was used to, he married Jask after all, but she would blast these angry songs and glare at him as the frontwoman screlted about rebelling and being let down by whoever she was singing to.
“Ciri! Turn it down or I’m pausing the wifi!”
“No! I’m mad and you have to deal with it!”
He rolled his eyes. This was why he hadn’t lasted with her mother. How the fuck is he supposed to raise someone just as stubborn?
Jaskier came round the corner and wrapped his arms around Geralt’s waist from behind, “Maybe give her ten minutes?” he whispered.
Geralt took a deep breath and slowly exhaled before hollering through the door and hopefully above the noise, “Ten minutes! Then we both deal with it.”
There was an angry groan from inside the teen’s room before she relented, “Fine.”
Jaskier snickered and lead Geralt down the hallway to the living room where he pulled his husband onto the couch, “Before you say this is Yen’s fault-” Geralt gave him a wary glance but kept his mouth shut, “- I knew you in high school. This is your genetics, darling.”
Geralt groaned and practically tackled Jaskier into the arm of the couch, wrapping him in a nearly bone crushing hug, “I don’t know how to talk to her when she gets like this.”
Jask ran his hands over his hair, “I know darling. To be fair neither do I.”
They laughed, both a little bitterly, and fell into a comfortable silence as Ciri’s music shook her door and filled the whole house.
“Maybe you could ask her about it?”
“About what?” Geralt asked, resting his chin on Jask’s sternum to look at him.
“Her music. ‘Don't look up just laugh and think there’s no place else you’d rather be.’” Jaskier looked at his husband as if he was supposed to understand, “You’re always on display, for everyone to watch and learn from… you cant go back’? Geralt, honestly, sometimes you’re absolutely brilliant but you’re as thick as a brick of cheese. Ask her why she likes that song.”
Geralt sighed and laid his cheek down, mumbling into his husband’s shirt, “Why don’t you?”
Jaskier laughed and patted his back, “Because I’m not the one she’s mad at,” he paused to kiss the top of Geralt’s head, “For right now…”
“Think it’s been ten minutes?”
“Not yet. More snuggles. To prepare for the angry teen.”
“Good call.”
