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userkhael · 9 months
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#when you're a dad but you have to be a husband too
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kiritella · 8 months
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For those who haven't read The Witcher, I feel the need to tell you some things...
Ciri was something around 10, I think, when she met Geralt, and was a terrible brat.
One of the first times Geralt met Ciri, he gave her a piggy back ride because she hurt her leg.
He told her a bed time story because she asked him to.
Geralt is a sarcastic bastard, especially with Ciri.
Ciri led Geralt by the hand when he had to be blindfolded while walking through Brokilon forest by the Dryads.
Ciri would cling to Geralt's thigh when she was frightened.
Geralt would cuddle Ciri so that she could fall asleep, and she would reach out to him as she slept.
There were hugs, and I think all of them were initiated by Geralt himself because he could see that Ciri was frightened or he was just very happy to see her.
Stay tuned for more...
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heytheredeann · 9 months
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henrycavillary · 11 months
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cas-kingdom · 10 months
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PLS. GERALT TEACHING AKELA TO ICE SKATE 😩
Find the OC version of this fic here.
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The air had been cold all morning, but somehow it was more so as you looked out across the frozen lake. Giggles carried towards you by the wind, soft laughter and teasing remarks from Ciri as she taught Yennefer to ice skate. One part of you longed to go and join them, but the other—
"Y/N."
You glanced over your shoulder. Geralt leant against the axe he'd been cutting wood with. His head tilted, one hand at his hip, he offered a knowing smile. "You can join them, you know."
He had already told you as such, so he knew you knew. Nonetheless, stubbornness ran through your veins like blood, and when your mind was set on something, it was set in stone. Though, Geralt had always considered himself adept at breaking that stone. He had an axe now, after all.
You sniffed and brushed your hair behind your ears, a useless act considering the winter breeze. You turned back to the lake and watched as Yennefer yelled out and slipped, grabbing onto Ciri with a flurry of giggles.
You were long over your aversion to the princess's relationship with Geralt, but this...feeling you had towards Ciri and Yennefer was unfamiliar and unanticipated. The two were obviously close. Ciri seemed to have that effect on people.
"No," you said eventually, "it's alright. Ciri has my skates, anyway."
Geralt shrugged. He dropped the axe and walked towards the lake. "We don't need skates. Come." He stopped by the bank and reached a hand behind him expectantly. When you didn't grasp it, he turned to see you stood in the same spot, unblinking. Geralt dropped his arm and sighed. "Y/N, you love to skate. Come here."
You didn't vocally decide not to listen, but Geralt was well versed in the behaviour of the girl he'd raised. When you crossed your arms over your chest, not defiantly, more unwillingly, he dropped his arm and let a small smile slip onto his face.
"You remember when I first taught you to skate?" he asked, stepping one foot on the lake. He tested it, his boot slipping easily across the smooth surface. "You were four."
You couldn't help but breathe a short laugh. "You mean I taught you."
The Witcher stepped onto the lake, using his arms for balance. He skidded a bit, then turned to face you. "I slipped over once," he reminded you.
"And used four-year-old me to keep you up."
Geralt hummed morosely. Admittedly, that had not been his finest moment. Still. He reached his arm out again and opened his hand. "If you are so good, come and prove it."
There was no hint of competitiveness in his voice, just a discreet encouragement, and you took it with a long sigh and a reluctant smile, trudging over to him and taking his hand. He helped you onto the lake, allowing you to grip his sleeve as you found your footing, and noted fondly that said grip did not slacken even as you both slid slowly along the outskirts of the lake.
Ciri and Yennefer were still far out in the middle, slipping and tripping and laughing until their hearts' content. Somehow, Geralt doubted you wanted to be close to them right now, and not because of your refusal to leave the safety of the lake's edge. He wouldn't discuss it with you until he felt you needed it. He had an idea of what was bothering you, but as long as it wasn't dispiriting you as much as it had when your disapproval had surrounded him, he was sure it would fix itself.
You let go of his sleeve eventually, eyes fixed on the ice as you slid along it. Geralt turned so he was gliding backwards, hands at the ready in case his apparently oh-so-professional child needed some support. You were determined, though, your lack of skates doing nothing to thwart you, and Geralt felt himself relaxing and enjoying the—
"Oh, fuck." The moment he took a single wrong step, everything went to shit. Balance long forgotten, Geralt went into panic mode, arms pinwheeling, feet fighting for traction. You panicked too at first, instinctively attempting to launch forward to catch him lest he fall straight forward, but when you figured out he was in no imminent danger, you straightened with a snort.
"Geralt, you—Geralt—Geralt, you're making it worse!" Your words arrived between barrels of laughter as Geralt continued in the reclamation of his balance. He looked like a newborn deer, its long legs unused to the ground beneath it. You had tears in your eyes and when a burst of hysterics echoed across the lake, you realised Ciri and Yennefer had noticed the spectacle too.
Your laughter died when Geralt did indeed fall forward, though from the look on his face you were sure it was purposeful. Before you could utter a single squeal of anticipation, he lunged towards you, grabbing your shoulders and pushing you down beneath him as he fell. His hands went behind your head to shield the impact but the wind was knocked from you all the same, even more so when the Witcher's tickling hands found your sides.
"Hey!" You could feel the laughter-induced tears on your cheeks freezing, the harsh wind almost as cold as the ice beneath you. Geralt made quick work of boxing you between his arms, poking and prodding and scribbling his fingers across every spot he knew you possessed.
"You may be better than me at ice skating," he ground out breathlessly, "but here is something I will always best you at."
"Stop ihit, you bihig lump!" You pushed at his face and Geralt grunted with his newly blocked vision. Seconds later, a heavy force ploughed into his back and he was knocked off course.
"Attack!" Ciri yelled. She grabbed piles of snow from the bank and shoved as much as her hands would allow down his jacket.
Geralt howled. "Fucking fuck, Cirilla!"
Yennefer leaned down and extended an arm towards you, still on your back and struggling for breath. You hesitated but took it. You stood up slowly, slipping once or twice, but made it safely into Yennefer’s arms. Yennefer held you close, a grin on her face as she watched the princess and the Witcher wrestle, and you found yourself leaning into her. Yennefer leant her chin on your head, and you relaxed. As always, there was never a need to worry.
Your family was too tight-knit to ever leave anyone out.
Witcher Masterpost
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annebethchase · 2 years
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my brain: I don't have a favorite trope
my daddy issues: oh yes, you do
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andalus88 · 9 months
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Proud Papa right here
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yenvengerberg · 2 years
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EMOJI ASSOCIATION CHALLENGE @xwildangel asked: 🐺🦁💛
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iris-sistibly · 8 months
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"The war brewing outside is nothing compared to what Geralt will unleash on this Continent to find his daughter."
-Jaskier, The Witcher season 3
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imaginarycyberpunk2023 · 11 months
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OTP: Lite Sneeze // Vinnie Gallo & Macha Richter
Inspired by a wallpaper from "The Witcher 3 - Wild Hunt" - inspiration under the cut.
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Yes, Vinnie has the Black Unicorn katana. I thought about putting him in the wolf school jacket but this motorcycle one fits with Machas hair too perfectly too pass up. I am stoked how this turned out!
I added the fire sparks with Photoshop, but I think it would have been possible with photomode, too? I just forgot...
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winnie-the-monster · 9 months
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🥺🥰🥺🥰
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kiritella · 8 months
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Me: *writing a super angsty scene for fic* Me: this is bad. Me: This is good. Me: Oh my GoD WHAT have I DONE? Me: I'm a horrible person Me: ... Me: There are going to be so many warnings on this chapter, holy shit. Me: I belong in jail.
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heytheredeann · 8 months
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m.j.
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henrycavillary · 11 months
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