#streamer geralt

[cliji]

i was born in the the right generation i love da internet and yenralt

[ineffableigh]

It's Time to Finish The Witcher! Maybe!

Stream time!

We beat the Giant Enemy Crab and can finally defeat Salamandra! Maybe! If there's no more filler!

[liatriskitty]

Live on Twitch

I'm live now swamping it up in the Witcher! https://twitch.tv/liatriskitty

[primmsmatic]

Checked out potion craft today and was surprised by a familiar face

[meepthemeeping]

New fic idea

- Aiden is a SW Live streamer, who is a vet tech but does SW to pay rent. He is looking for a new camera guy/ scene partner.

- Lambert is in an engineering university and works part time as a car mechanic. He's roommate is Aiden, who he has a massive crush on.

- Naturally, Lambert offers to be the camera man (only), so Aiden can still pay the same amount of rent.

- Jaskier is a live streamer, wanting to get into music. He's friends with Aiden and has a massive crush on this single dad who lives in his neighborhood.

- Geralt is a single dad of a teenager, trying his best. Geralt is a business owner of a butchery. He doesn't have time to entertain a romantic relationship.

[soggy-shifter]

Oh no it's happening again 😔

I'm reading the witcher and.... I can't... I promised myself I would focus on my streamer dr. I can't... but Geralt is so pretty and strong 💀

[dapandapod]

Particular with nicknames

Why hello there! This was written last september (2023) and has since been sitting in my draft, making me rewatch streams because no pathetic reasons at all i swear. Anyway, here is Jaskier having a Moment TM when Geralt uses a very specific nickname. Thank you @ahh-fxck for helping me beta read <3 much appreciated! Please enjoy streamer!Geralt and Pathetic!Jaskier! <3 On Ao3 here

For all the love Jaskier has of words and language, he is strangely picky with nicknames.

It’s not that he dislikes them, he is just strangely neutral. Alright, that’s not true.

His famously ill-advised and stormy relationship with Valdo came to mind. Jaskier had fallen promptly out of love with him when he was called ‘Snugglebutt’ in front of all of their friends. They were together for another month or so past that, because Jaskier thought himself cruel and wanted it to work.

Well, it did not.

Nowadays he shares a flat with his long time best friend Geralt, one of the few constants in his life and the one who just might own about two thirds of his heart.

It’s not a big flat, but they have a room each, a small kitchen, and a shared living room. That is also where Geralt has his small streaming corner set up, back against the wall and facing the room.

Easier that way to keep it clean if he streams with the camera on, no accidental flashing unsuspecting viewers that way. Something learned by trial and error, as Jaskier tends to run warm and just forgo pants. And shirts. And socks.

They also share their flat with a terrible little cat named Roach, who has never quite warmed up to Jaskier. Took to Geralt the instant she saw him, however, and the two are inseparable whenever Geralt is home.

All of this in itself is not an issue. Oh no, all of this is more than fine.

Watching Geralt be sweet with the terrible little furball makes Jaskier’s heart ache pleasantly, listen to him coo about her fur being so shiny and smooth, what a good girl she is, wow look at that yawn!

No, the problem came up the first time as Geralt was lazily watching TV on the couch, back to their little kitchen where Jaskier had just served her royal highness some very expensive cat food.

Roach does as she always does when Jaskier is involved, and simply walks out. It’s routine by now, and the food is usually gone by morning. It’s more about Jaskier knowing his place at the bottom of the list than not liking the food.

But as she returns to the living room with Jaskier trailing after, considering plopping down on the couch too instead of working on his doctoral thesis, Jaskier finds himself fundamentally changed.

“Hi baby.” Geralt says, voice all sweet and dark and gravelly, and fuck.

It is very much aimed at Roach, who is being a cutie, begging pets from under the table. But Jaskier’s insides do a kickflip, his brain short circuits.

Flushing deeply, Jaskier can’t control the little HRK sound escaping his throat.

He is frozen in his tracks, tongue tied and feeling absolutely pathetic. Geralt turns around to look at him with a questioning frown.

“You ok there?” he asks, Roach climbing the couch and up to the backrest, demanding attention.

“Just peachy,” Jaskier squeaks out, and then flees to his room.

Holy fucking shit and mother of turds.

Baby?? Of all the nicknames in the entire world, that is the one Jaskier is going to have a meltdown about?

Just, the lazy way Geralt said it, Jaskier feels like an old maid, clutching his pearls.

It’s fine. He will be fine.

It was meant for Roach, of course, it’s fine.

It is not fine.

Geralt is streaming, talking with some other players. He is not a big name, but he does have a following, and sometimes gets invited to other streams if it's a multiplayer game.

Jaskier is moving around the living room, untangling the nest that their couch has become recently, blankets and hoodies and socks thrown everywhere. He is also holding a banana, somewhat forgotten in his new mission to make the couch sittable.

Part of his distraction comes from listening to Geralt talking, there is a lilt to his voice when he is on stream. It is unclear if Geralt is aware of doing it, but Jaskier can listen to it forever.

While in the process of moving one blanket over to the footrest, Geralt laughs at something said in his headphones.

“Oh baby, I didn’t know you cared!”

Jaskier drops the banana.

Feeling like a deer caught in headlight, Jaskier is unable to do anything but staring, feeling heat climbing his neck, up to his cheek.

Then Geralt’s eyes meet his over his screen, his face is neutral but his eyes are knowing.

Fuck fuck fuck he is in so much trouble.

Maybe it’s fine to have that many blankets. Perfect for hiding, perfect for pretending the way Geralt says ‘Baby’ doesn’t go on loop in his head, and will be for days.

Jaskier is in a constant state of fear.

Ever since the Stream Incident, as he has come to call it, there is this new tension whenever they are in a room together. Where Geralt will look at him consideringly, where Jaskier will pretend everything is as per usual.

He has gotten better at not freezing, but a thrill runs through him every time Geralt uses That Word, making very unsubtle eye contact as he does.

How is his poor heart to cope?

Sometimes, late at night, when Jaskier is unable to sleep and he knows Geralt is still streaming, Jaskier joins in to watch. It is uncertain if Geralt has figured out it’s him or not yet, he has sneakily named his account to Bardelicious, and doesn’t usually join the chat.

Tonight, Geralt is playing a fantasy game. A monster hunter and his bard, fittingly enough, and he makes light commentary about things in the game.

Until there is a scene where the bard does something noble, stupid and somewhat foolish.

“Oh, baby.” Geralt says sadly, shaking his head.

The chat goes absolutely wild, more than one asking him to say it again, to call them baby, which is a little weird and also absolutely fucking valid.

“Why are people so weird about that?” Geralt says, chuckling. The replies roll in, and his eyebrows climb up his forehead. Jaskier’s heart is beating hard, because this could either be really good or really bad.

“Sexy? Doubt that.”

Jaskier regrets it as soon as he presses send, and by then it’s too late.

‘It is when you say it.’ was all he wrote, but it was the first thing he had written in there. Geralt doesn’t know it’s him.

It should be fine. He is fine.

Some more responses follow, but Geralt is strangely quiet. The game scene plays out, the monster hunter and his bard having a nice bonding moment.

It’s soothing to watch, to hear Geralt’s commentary every now and then. He falls asleep with his phone in his hand, earbuds still in.

The next morning, Jaskier is woken up by the scent of coffee and a hungry Roach yowling in the kitchen. She only does that when Geralt is around, so it is safe to assume he is up.

Which is a little odd, because Jaskier fell asleep before the stream was over, and he feels like death warmed over.

His jaw cracks when he yawns. Lured by the scent of coffee, he manages to get out of bed.

Geralt is indeed up and about, Roach winding affectionately around his legs as he prepares her breakfast.

“Morn,” Jaskier rasps, scratching his stomach and giving another yawn.

Roach doesn’t even look at him, fully focused on her man and her meal. The bowl is placed on the floor for the queen herself, and like the gremlin she is, she eats it without a fuss. Little bastard.

Jaskier joins Geralt at the bench, seeking coffee like a flower seeks the sun. He can stop when he wants, coffee is not an addiction, it is a way of life.

“Were you up all night? Hand me a cup, will you?” he says, reaching for the fruit bowl that Geralt for some reason keeps religiously stocked.

In reply, he gets one of the typical hums, which could mean absolutely anything, and two cups. Jaskier pours for them both and Geralt adds the usual unholy amount of sugar to Jaskier’s, which makes him smile.

“Any plans for today? I really should be working on my thesis, but I can’t be arsed.”Jaskier leans back against the counter and sips at his coffee, which is still a little too hot.

Geralt is watching him over the rim of his mug, sipping on the steaming coffee.

“I have a thing I thought to try,” he says, voice gravelly, eyes locked on him.

It makes Jaskier’s stomach flip, and he takes a too big sip, the drink burning his tongue and all the way down his throat unpleasantly.

“Yeah? Anything you want help with?” Jaskier asks nervously, realizing he is still holding his chosen fruit without eating it, so he puts it down on the counter.

The corner of Geralt’s mouth ticks up into a crooked smile, and yeah, Jaskier is in danger. It is way too early in the morning for Geralt to be such an absolute heart throb.

“If you are willing.” Geralt says, and Jaskier finds himself nodding despite himself. If Geralt asks him if he is willing, the answer will probably always be yes.

“Sure! Uh… What is it?”

Geralt takes a step towards him and puts his cup on the side of the counter. Then he grabs Jaskier’s cup out of his hand and puts that down too.

His heart is beating so hard he can feel it in his throat, his hands now clammy and gripping the counter behind him.

Geralt inches forward, the space between them shrinking fast. He stops just shy of touching him, and tilts his head, white hair falling over his shoulder.

“So I was streaming last night,” Geralt begins, and oh dear, oh no. “And there were some interesting comments that I couldn’t get out of my head.”

“Uh… Oh?” Jaskier says dumbly, and Geralt huffs a soft laugh, breath hitting Jaskier’s face.

“You're particular with nicknames, right? I mean, you are still mad at Valdo.”

With growing worry, Jaskier is starting to realize where this is going.

“He called me snugglebutt. In front of people. That’s embarrassing!” Jaskier defends himself faintly. Geralt leans in an inch more, leaning against the countertop and crowding Jaskier against it. Fuck.

“But that’s not what you think when I say ‘Baby’, is it?” Geralt’s eyes are trained on him, and smiles when he notices Jaskier’s flustered little sound, the way heat climbs up his cheeks.

In a weak attempt to save face, Jaskier looks down, anywhere but meeting the intensity of Geralt’s gaze.

It has the unfortunate effect of noticing how close they are, how Geralt’s t-shirt rides down just enough to reveal collarbones, how his hands flex against the counter.

“Tell me if I’m reading this wrong, Jaskier,” Geralt mumbles, leaning close enough for his nose to drag against Jaskier’s cheekbone.

Jaskier pulls in a breath, tilting his head in a way he hopes is invitingly.

“You’re not.” Jaskier whispers, and is rewarded with Geralt putting a hand on his hip, letting his nose drag along Jaskier’s neck. “You really, really not.”

“Is it the nickname? You look so startled whenever you hear me say it.” Geralt asks, one finger finding skin under the hem of Jaskier’s t-shirt.

“Just you. Pretty sure you could call me snugglebutt and I’d thank you.” Jaskier confesses, blurts really, when the rest of Geralt’s hand sneaks under his shirt to find his lower back, playing with the soft hairs there.

“Good to know,” Geralt smiles against his skin and Jaskier braves turning his head, their cheeks brushing together.

“Are you going to kiss me anytime soon, or are you gonna let me keep suffering?” Jaskier breathes, his hands finding Geralt’s and tracing them up his arms slowly.

“Hmm,” Geralt says, considering with a cheeky grin, the absolute bastard, so Jaskier takes matters into his own hands. Quite literally.

Geralt’s face is warm, rough stubble and barely visible scars and imperfections brush against his fingers. Geralt must have turned into it, because their lips slide together, coffee and morning breath mingling as Jaskier finds himself now properly pressed against the bench and Geralt’s body.

Then he is being kissed harder, deeper, and Geralt hoists Jaskier up on the counter, using Jaskier’s thighs to pull him closer, closer still, and presses open mouthed kisses against his neck. With a gasp, Jaskier scrambles to find a grip, to get some control of himself, but it is very, very hard to focus.

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me, baby?” Geralt murmurs against his skin, and Jaskier full body shivers. “I can feel you watching me, you are even in my streams.”

“You knew about that?” Jaskier asks breathlessly, stealing a kiss when Geralt shifts to look at him.

“If you wanted to be discreet, maybe you should have chosen something else than ‘Bardelicious’.” Geralt smiles, and Jaskier pouts and pinches his side in revenge.

“Why didn’t you say anything then?”

“Why didn’t you?” Geralt counters, and well, this won’t go anywhere.

“I like listening to you. I like listening to your voice as I go to sleep,” Jaskier says quietly, and Geralt hides his face in the crook of Jaskier's neck.

“Did you get any sleep at all last night?” Jaskier asks when Geralt stays there, melting into his body.

He doesn’t get anything but a muttering grumble in reply, and Jaskier smiles and strokes his hair.

“I need to find a nickname for you too. I refuse to be the only one being absolutely useless as soon as you open your mouth.” Jaskier murmurs into Geralt’s hair.

“Gmmrmgmg.”

“What’s that?”

“I said, ‘like it when you say my name.” Geralt says, and Jaskier is melting all over again.

“Well then, Geralt,” Jaskier purrs. “Let me finish my coffee, and then we’ll take a nap.”

Reaching for coffee without really letting go turns out to be hard, and when Jaskier with some struggle finally gets a hold of his cup, the coffee is still unreasonably hot.

They nap in Jaskier’s bed, both of them crawling in under the blankets and curling up together. Jaskier’s chin resting on top of Geralt’s head, Geralt’s arm slung over Jaskier’s chest.

When Geralt wakes up and press Jaskier into the mattress, it doesn’t take long for Geralt to discover exactly how to fluster Jaskier enough to splutter broken syllables.

It’s alright.

When Jaskier has recovered from being melted goo, he will return the favor.

[peppermintlark]

Sometimes you just gotta go in circles, y'know?

[Video Description: a vertical video of twitch streamer peppermintlark playing The Witcher 3. Geralt is talking to a man in a red hat. In the background, a glitched guard walks aimlessly in circles.]

[fangirlsfavoritebardboy]

Witcher Fanfiction Recs #3

The witcher's stalker by Ledgea

Summary: Jaskier didn't know there were more witchers than Geralt, so every time he hears about a witcher, he assumes it's Geralt and follows. He ends up running into multiple witchers by pure accident who begin to think he's a witcher stalker.

i promise you i'm not broken by nezarini

Jaskier makes Geralt angry on accident, so he tries not to upset him anymore. Jaskier ends up accidentally hurting himself but keeps it secret from Geralt to avoid his anger. It's not the best plan.

Remember to Like, Comment, and Subscribe! by MsThunderFrost

Modern AU where Geralt is a horror video game Twitch streamer who wears a heart monitor to prove he's not scared. But he can't seem to keep his heart from racing after his boyfriend, Jaskier, insists on watching him play. Geralt/Jaskier

[liatriskitty]

Live Now on Twitch!

I'm live and am back to being a Witcher! Let's FA & FO https://twitch.tv/liatriskitty

[jaydrian]

So I have learned over time that my system is a lot more complex than I thought it was (story of every plural person’s life, huh?) - the closest thing I align with is the concept of polyfragmentation. Some of my alters are fully formed people, but there are others that serve a single purpose or just don’t have a lot of “depth” to them. My headspace is complicated and layered and I have a high-ish alter count, a lot of whom are fairly similar to each other but have key differences like the reason why they split, how they deal with certain things, etc.

Because of this realization and the fact that I’m trying to be a bit more in touch with my brain instead of just ignoring it until a switch is blatantly obvious, I’m updating my pinned and changing some user profiles. This is still a system journal. I may interact with sysblr from time to time, but as a whole, this is just for us.

General Stuff

Body is over 21, white, trans & queer, AuDHD, BPD & disabled. Scorpio leftist studying Sociology in the U.S. From the Bible Belt but hoping to move up north soon. Aspiring author, cat café owner, and Twitch streamer.

System Stuff

Traumagenic, complex/polyfragmented, introject-heavy system. Still living in a highly abusive and stressful situation. Alter count in the 60s at the time of this post. We tend to describe our experiences in video game terms as that was/is our main coping method. System & Tumblr blog name is just the body’s first and middle names mushed together because we are not creative.

Alter List and linked info below cut

PSA: Not all alters have intro links

Fully-Formed Frequent Fronters

Adrian - 🌬️

Ajax - 🧡

Arashi - 🩵

Emile - 🍀

Jay - 🖊️

Jo - 💊

Valmore - 🖤

Wylan - 🎨

Fragmented Frequent Fronters

Alduin - 🕸️

Antitheus Auri - 😈

Cassiopeia - 🪽

Morcant - 🧿

Roman - 🔮

Wriothesley - 🥊

Quentin - 💤

Zagreus - 🩸

Fully-Formed Infrequent Fronters

??? - 🐺

Adan-Kai - 🦦

Albedo - 🔬

Caleb - 🔥

Camilla - 🎤

Casxik - 🌕

Darius - 🐉

Desiree - 🌑

Geralt - 🗡️

Lucifer - 🍯

Malvenom - 📖

Mars - ☄️

Mira - 💚

Prompto - 🐥

Sirius - 🐾

Tenebrous - 🔟

Vicar Laurence - 🪦

Fragmented Infrequent Fronters

Ash - 🦉

Boyband - 🎶

Death - 🫀

Ellis - 🍞

Frank - 🎭

Jamie - ⚽️

Kosmos - 🌾

Percy - 🌊

Regulus - 🎻

Thanatos - 💀

Miscellaneous Masses

Referenced Alters/Parts that don’t typically post

Alex - 🐮

Aslan - 🐅

Beltane - 🃏

Cassian - 🌌

Charger - 🛡️

Diluc - 🦅

Esan - 💨

Estel - 🐇

Hollis - ⛪️

Hope - ☮️

Kage - 🪶

Kaz - 🐦‍⬛

Maria - 🕰️

Nanurjuk - 🦈

Shoko - 🎮

[cbmnet]

#TheWitcher #GameFragger

[wavehq]

enjoy limitless possibilities here in celestire islands, cirillia of vengerberg ( the witcher ), karlach cliffgate ( baldurs gate 3 ), cheng xiaoshi ( link click ), maxine “max” caulfield ( life is strange ), where you can start the new life you've always longed for. make sure you read the checklist, as we'll be sending the discord link through ims! enjoy your new dream, kaz!

( the witcher 3: wild hunt, dupes not allowed.  quannah chasinghorse, she/her, demi-woman. )  ——-  hey, is that ( cirillia of vengerberg ) hanging around ( axe quest )? i wonder what life is like for them, balancing working as a ( twenty one ) year old ( animal shelter worker ) and ( swordsmanship/sparring )? they’re notorious for being ( courageous ) yet ( stubborn ), and i always seem to hear ( the summoning ) by ( sleep token ) playing whenever they walk past. they’re known around the islands for ( being orphaned as a child ), and they’re associated with ( sweat above their brow as they focus on their target, long hair drifting in the wind as they dance, an obsession with shiny blades and leather armor ). last we spoke, they were telling me about a vision they had… something about their biggest regret being ( leaving geralt and yennefer behind ), but it must have just been a bad dream. //  —  [ kaz, 30 / cst, they/them. ]

( baldur's gate 3, dupes not allowed.  tabria majors, she/they, non-binary. )  ——-  hey, is that ( karlach cliffgate ) hanging around ( sugar & cream )? i wonder what life is like for them, balancing working as a ( thirty two ) year old ( hockey coach/trainer ) and ( doing their favourite hobby )? they’re notorious for being ( energetic ) yet ( quietly haunted ), and i always seem to hear ( road of resistance ) by ( babymetal ) playing whenever they walk past. they’re known around the islands for ( accidentally forgetting to wear pants while going outside ), and they’re associated with ( a life filled with bountiful adventure, memories of countless battles in a hellish nightmare, fire burning in their chest ). last we spoke, they were telling me about a vision they had… something about their biggest regret being ( ever trusting their 'friend' ), but it must have just been a bad dream. //  —  [ kaz, 30 / cst, they/them. ]

( link click, xiao dejun, he/him, cis man. )  ——-  hey, is that ( cheng xiaoshi ) hanging around ( gladiolus gymnasium )? i wonder what life is like for them, balancing working as a ( twenty two ) year old ( streamer ) and (developing photographs )? they’re notorious for being ( sociable ) yet ( remorseful ), and i always seem to hear ( i bet on losing dogs ) by ( mitski ) playing whenever they walk past. they’re known around the islands for ( his parents disappearing  ), and they’re associated with ( new lives led through photographs, regrets passing by each person whose life they've touched, rain being the bearer of bad news ). last we spoke, they were telling me about a vision they had… something about their biggest regret being ( unable to figure out what happened to his parents ), but it must have just been a bad dream. //  —  [ kaz, 30 / cst, they/them. ]

( life is strange, jenna ortega, she/they, agender. )  ——-  hey, is that ( maxine 'max' caulfield ) hanging around ( lunalia animal shelter )? i wonder what life is like for them, balancing working as a ( twenty one ) year old ( photographer ) and ( journal writing )? they’re notorious for being ( creative ) yet ( introverted ), and i always seem to hear ( dive back in time ) by ( jaws ) playing whenever they walk past. they’re known around the islands for ( leaving home on their own at a young age ), and they’re associated with ( a board filled with photographs and string, fire walk with me, clever puns on t-shirts dressed with a ripped flannel ). last we spoke, they were telling me about a vision they had… something about their biggest regret being ( leaving arcadia bay behind with the storm ), but it must have just been a bad dream. //  —  [ kaz, 30 / cst, they/them. ]

[comfyswitcherblanketfort]

could you pretty please write something like... 👉🏻👈🏻

(streamer Geralt au) years later, geralt is playing, suddenly he is killed by an enemy and screams (everyone thinks it's funny how geralt gets so involved when he is playing)

then the baby starts crying and geralt soon gets up in a hurry and grabs him in his arms, laughing a lot and feeling guilty because he forgot that jaskier left their son sleeping next to him before going to take a shower

(I'm sorry if this is confusing, I used the translator)

me: I’m stressed af and probably not going to be posting as much also me: posts ficlets two days in a row me: Never did I promise consistency

Nonie this is a fucking delightful prompt and I'm so glad you sent it to me.

Warnings: swearing and a crying baby that is quickly soothed. its pretty soft if I do say so myself

_____________

“Nah, guys. No new merch yet. I’m still looking for something other than “Hi fuckers” to put on a sweatshirt,” Geralt laughed as he responded to the chat box on his stream, “Shit, you’re right. “I don’t get paid enough for that” could work. Just not sure the merch company would be cool with insinuating porn? I’ll check though.” 

He continued setting up his game and responding to whichever messages caught his eye as he went, throwing a, “I’m too damn old for this,” out to the few trolls before he blocked them. As he started the main quest Jaskier ducked in the room, carrying their three-month-old baby boy. Jask could just barely be seen in the frame but being a regular fixture he was on the channel, Geralt’s fans instantly picked him up. Geralt had reached a difficult section though and was thoroughly ignoring the chat in favor of not dying. 

“Babe, I have to shower. Eric is sleeping, I’m just going to set him in the bassinet for a bit, m’kay?”

Geralt looked over at Jaskier setting the baby down, a disgustingly sweet and fond look on his face, “M’kay. Love you.” 

Jaskier made a little detour to place a kiss on the top of his head before he left, mumbling a little, “Love you too,” that the mic couldn’t pick up. 

Geralt watched him go and was only reminded of his game when a monster came right up and attacked, making his controller vibrate in his hand.

“Oh, fuck,” he muttered before getting back to the task at hand. 

Minutes passed and he was completely engrossed in the game, getting grumbly as things got more difficult and his character nearly died twice. When he finally got snuck up on and the screen cut to black he shouted and swore. There was about a two-second delay where Geralt knew he fucked up before the crying started.

Eric made a few confused whimpers before he all-out wailed. 

Geralt tossed his controller onto his desk and launched out of his chair to scoop him up, “Hey buddy, Papa’s sorry. Oh, I know you were sleeping so well too, weren’t you? I’m sorry, baby boy. I’m sorry.”

He walked in little bouncy circles and rubbed Eric’s back until he stopped whimpering and was snoring on Geralt’s shoulder. 

“Hey guys, I gotta go. We’re still trying to get him back on a sleep schedule after the trip to Dad’s. I’ll post on twitter when the make-up stream will be,” he whispered as he settled back into his chair and save & quit his game. Before he signed off he caught a couple comments about playing with the baby on his chest. Something about how cute it would be and how sweet he was, “No, my brother’s a biopsychologist. No screens or video games for the little tyke, even asleep. Eskel would kill me. But he’s pretty fuckin cute isn’t he?” 

Geralt beamed as he turned sideways so the viewers could see Eric’s chubby little cheek squished against Geralt’s collar bone before whispering, “Bye fuckers,” and ending the stream. 

He gingerly stood and picked up the baby blanket out of the bassinet with his foot, a move he learned came in handy with a little one, and bundled Eric up as he walked down the hall to their usual nap spot. Settling into the recliner was a production when he had to move slowly and keep the spring from popping too loud, but he was soon laying back with Eric centered over his breast bone so he wouldn’t fall one way or the other. 

When Jaskier finished with his shower both Eric and Geralt were snoring away.