#dad geralt

[silverflameataraxia]

[winters-mistress]

Of protection and loyalty

"Geralt?" Eskel calls from the hallway, looking into every doorway as he passes, searching for his younger brother. "Geralt, have you found Ciri? Vesemir said that if she doesn't get a proper rest, he's got a quiz on aechna's and zougul's wauting for her." He continues on, walking down the long pathway from one length of the corner to the other. "Geralt?" His feet begin to make the older floor slabs creek, but he walks foreward with purpose anyhow. "Geralt?"

Eskel finishes his search and goes up a steep staircase to the next floor, beginning his search for his brother and new niece anew. All three wolves had been tasked with finding the lion cub after Vesemir had found Ciri's bed unmade and cold for another consecutive night. They were to find the girl doing whatever chore and shepherd her into her rooms to get a sleep.

She's no use to us sleep deprived and shaky with her nerves gone to shit, seeing things that aren't there Vesemir had told them all once he saw the bags under Ciri's eyes that afternoon.

"Geralt? Lamb? You found her yet?" Eskel calls, and he's mildly embarrassed to only have now caught his brothers scent. Ah, he's in the libary. Maybe he's found his girl, she does enjoy the libarh after all. A mix of tales of witchers past, monster encyclopedias and pretty novels Coën had brought up from the path had sucked the girl in, and she spent most of her free time there when she wasn't training or does chores.

He finally catches Ciri's scent. Candied lemon peels, rosewater and jasmine. Its mixed in with a smoky oak, so she must have been there for a while.

Eskel walks quietly to the seventh room on the left, where the libary stood. He creeps in, not wanting to disturb Ciri who has been on shaky nerves that came with no sleep. And the sight warms his old heart.

His brother is laying perpendicular to the couch, his head resting against a plump pillow on the arm rest. Bared in his arms is the young Queen of Cintra, laying like a babe with her head pillowed by his chest. He can't see her face, it's covered by pale golden hair, but one arm wraps to the back of Geralt's neck, the other fisting his shirt.

They're asleep, and looking rather alike in the dim, late afternoon light. Neither are tormented by dreams, laying limply and serene together. They look alike, he realises again. All pale hair and skin and intense eyes, dark clothing and fresh out of tragedy.

So Eskel does what a good brother and uncle would do, and that is get the least ratty blanket he can find in the room, lay it across both father and daughter, before he stokes the fire, and leaves them to their dreams.

[a-passing-storm]

I am making very slow progress on Blood of Elves, but I am living for all of Ciri and the witchers’ interactions so far. Two quotes I have readily available from my camera roll being these:

[breadknight-likes-things]

Bread's Game Journal 05/15/22: I Figured Out The Problem With Cyberpunk 2077, There's No Geralt.

So, I've been playing Cyberpunk 2077 again, this time making a lot more progress than the last time I tried to get into it. For the most part I've been enjoying myself quite a bit! Far from the disaster the game was when it launched, now it's a really solid open world action adventure game, with some excellent details around the edges of it's crazy future city. One thing's been bothering me though, and I just tonight really came to grips with what it is: Geralt isn't in this game. I don't mean that as some kind of gag statement, or ironic diss, either. Witcher 3, I would argue, shared a lot of the same flaws and jank as Cyberpunk 2077, so I wondered for awhile why it got by so much easier. Having played for about ten hours now, I really do feel like the answer was just Geralt the entire time. Cyberpunk is a deeply cynical game, in a lot of ways, and even though Geralt was an often cynical character, his presence went a long way to lightening up the similarly dour Witcher 3. I think the writers of Cyberpunk thought they had a Geralt, in the form of Keanu Reeve's Johnny Silverhand, but I'd argue against that as well. Johnny is one of the most powerfully nihilistic characters I've ever seen in a video game, and importantly, I don't think Keanu ever really got a handle on that all that well. I think his cynical attitude and harsh view of everything and everyone was supposed to be made endearing through the Keanu Reeves performance, but it never really shines through. Meanwhile, Doug Cockles performance as Geralt went a very long way in making him as endearing as he was. Geralt was a cynical old man, sure, but he wasn't just doing it because he hated everyone. Geralt was ultimately just someone's exasperated dad, being forced day in and day out to deal with a veritable murderers row of people he didn't much care for, and it never stopped being charming. Largely because no matter how much bunk he had to put up with, Geralt just pushed through it anyway and made the best of whatever bad situation. Johnny just complains, and to be fair, all Johnny can do is complain, due to the nature of the way he exists at all within the story. To be clear, I'm enjoying the game. I'm also enjoying hearing Keanu Reeves as Johnny Silverhand whenever he shows up to voice his opinion (which is a lot!). There was just something bothering me about the game since the start, and here I finally figured it out. Well at least I wrote about it a bit, I think, maybe I haven't figured out anything. What do you think Johnny?

Yeah I guess that's about right.

[saltydazeinnit]

C!RANBOO AS GERALT AND C! TUBBO AS JASKER

Sorry I saw a medieval AU but like give it thought??

WAIT MICHAEL AS WHATS HER FACE CIRIL?? I DONT REMEMBER BUT ???? THOUGHTS

[aramblingjay]

#that's her dad

[kiritella]

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...

[silverflameataraxia]

[spielzeugkaiser]

Kind of a second part to this - inspired by a convo I had with @panur in the replies! Ciri comes to them for cuddles and at this point Geralt is 100% awake, but Jaskier handles it all rather well.

[catzerooo]

It's take your kid to work day

[witchthewriter]

𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!   

a/n: I watched the new season of The Witcher and somehow Geralt got even hotter??? Anyway, he has dilf energy and I'm in love

Warnings: family abuse, curse previously put on reader

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ        

・He had saved you, and yet, your family still did not want you.

・Geralt found out that it was your own father who cursed you

・A noble family that saw you as less than. And they banished you from their land, not wanting you anywhere near them.

・And when Geralt spoke on your behalf, asking what you were supposed to do, your father shrugged his shoulders and ignored the Witcher.

"You won't even keep y/n on as ... as anything?" The Witcher was disgusted when your father kept on ignoring him. It got to the point where Geralt threw a golden plate just above your father's head and his attention snapped to the white-haired man.

"I could have your head for that." Your father's voice was cold, it was always cold.

"And I could have yours," snarled Geralt, whose eyes were ablaze. But he knew he couldn't do anything about your family. Only about you.

・So, Geralt couldn't leave you to fend for yourself. And he didn't.

・Besides, you had no idea how to look after yourself. You had been a monster, trapped inside a form that was not yours for 7 years

・You were filthy, tired, and utterly defenseless.

・And even though Witcher's weren't known for their grace nor kindness, Geralt was different.

・He took you with him, damning your family for casting you out. Promising that you would rise above what they had done to you.

・But for now, he had to clean you up and ... catch you up on life.

- ✦ -

・Geralt sat you in front of him, Roach slightly grumpy with the extra weight. But once you reached Geralt's destination, he rewarded the steed with extra food

"Thank you, old friend," he whispered into the horses' ear.

・Helping you inside, he had arranged a room that had a bathing chamber

・The water ran hot as Geralt added in oils and different kinds of herbs

・It was an odd situation, yes, helping a stranger clean themselves.

・But Geralt couldn't live with the knowledge of you being left on your own. The possibility of so much danger. Of being taken advantage of.

・Helping you undress was slightly embarrassing, for the both of you. Your body was still getting used to its original form. Your balance was off, and your posture wasn’t very good. Geralt had to keep on correcting it.

・Easing you into the bath, he grabbed a cloth and started gently rubbing the grime from your body. The dirt, sweat and mud that caked your body

・Even when you transformed back into your normal form, the dirt still remained, as did the torn clothes that you had worn before being cursed into a great beast

・Speaking was difficult as well, but it was becoming easier with time. Even though not much had passed.

・The bath was the best thing you had felt in 7 whole goddamn years.

・Hot; like it was ridding you of all the hurt that built over time

・You swished your fingers through the water, delighting in the ripples they made. Such a small happiness. Yet you found glee in small things now. Grateful for a second chance.

・Geralt kept on scrubbing at your skin, using a bristled brush on some areas, careful not to be too rough or stay in one spot for too long

・Next he used this delicious smelling soap. Your knowledge of herbs was next to nothing, due to a lack in education, but you thought it smelt homely, earthly and calming. Lathering it in his hands and massaging it onto your own, you both worked the soap into different areas of your skin

“I’m going to wash your hair now,” he said. Voice soft yet still rough, like he wasn’t used to being kind to others. If that were true, you wondered why he was doing this for you.

“But first we need to brush it,” his eyes squinted at the tangled mess but started on it nonetheless.

・It hurt at first, but you knew Geralt was being as gentle as he could be, but there were so many knots.

“What do you think about cutting it?” You shook your head. Your hair was one of the only things that made you feel … beautiful.

“Ugh, fine. But this is going to take a while.”

・You shrugged your shoulders and happily kept on sitting in the tub, taking over some of the scrubbing, especially your feet, which felt so sensitive.

・Once they were large and clawed, now … they were human

・Your eyes stilled as the water reflected the glow of the candles around the room

・And you sighed. Not in sadness, or pain, or grief. But with the knowledge that you no longer had to be someone that you were not. Whether that was a beast or playing a role in your family that you didn’t want to have to play.

“You alright?” Geralt had made significant process, practically finished with your hair. And he grabbed a bucket and told you to lean back as he poured the water onto your hair.

・Geralt grabbed a different kind of soap and placed it in your hair, massaging and rubbing it, making sure there wasn’t a spot unwashed.

・You weren’t used to the sensation and let out a laugh. It tickled a tiny bit, especially when he rubbed behind your ears

・Unbeknownst to you, Geralt was slightly smiling. He enjoyed seeing you experience some happiness.

・After he had washed your hair a total of three times, he stood back satisfied with your appearance and held out a towel for you to wrap yourself in.

・Helping you out of the bath, he set down a pair of clean clothes on your bed and said he would be back in a few minutes.

・He wanted to give your privacy, while also wanting to check on Roach.

・The clothes were a big pair of brown pants and a long white shirt. They were a fresh pair from the Innkeeper's husband, who had recently passed away. Geralt had paid extra for them.

・After twenty minutes, Geralt came back into the room to find you asleep on the floor. The usual place you slept.

・A place you had slept for 7 years.

・7 years without a bed. Without a blanket or pillows. Nor were you given any sort of comfort.

・A rage so hot spread through Geralt that it practically radiated off of him.

・In that moment he swore you would have a better life, the best he could find … or give you.

[hannibard]

I always find it funny when Kaer Morhen witchers call each other wolf. It's like calling your sibling by your shared last name.

[nullio]

Geralt accidentally developing Dad Humor, even when he wasn't actively invested in or looking for Ciri- it just happens by rule of the universe

like this,

Jaskier falls from a tree, off a small ledge, down a short hill

Jask: Geraaaalt, I've hurt my leg!

Geralt: sigh, fine. Let me look

...hmm...

Geralt: we'll have to amputate

Jaskier: GERALT

-one more-

Jaskier: EUGH- Geralt! There's a nasty bug on my pillow

Geralt: let me see...ah, it's a brain sucker

Jask: brain sucker?!

Geralt: yes, don't worry

*he flips over and lies down again*

Geralt: it starved

please please please, Geralt dad humor

[dankzombiereviews]

seen these floating around and wanted to post one of my own because this trope fucks, especially with these people in particular

[feminist-knuckles]

my favorite trope

[heytheredeann]