This might seem like a weird request, but could you please write a fic/oneshot where Jaskier is a father to a little child who he adores. Because Jaskier as a Daddy is such an adorable idea! Thanks so much!! 😘
Oh Nonie! This had me in my feelings okay? I kept it ship free bc you didn’t mention anything but if you want a ship I’m DOWN to do more bc as much as I don’t want kids this had me all kinds of emotional. I also went with a homegrown organic modern AU if that's okay.
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When Jaskier saw those two little blue lines he was trembling. He didn't know, even years later, if it was out of fear, excitement, or an anxious need to start preparing. But prepared he was, or so he thought.
The first time he held his little baby girl in his arms he couldn't stop tears from rolling down his face.
Her mother was peacefully resting so he called the only other person he could think of, "Geralt she's just so pure and perfect and her hands are so little." He couldn't keep the warble out of his voice.
Geralt hummed in understanding and sniffed, Jaskier would grill him on that later, "Welcome to the Dad Club, Jask."
"Fuck," Jaskier laughed, swaying back and forth as he memorized every last feature on his baby girl's face, "Does it stop? Loving them so much it hurts?"
"No. If anything it gets worse." Geralt's laugh was interrupted by a crashing sound and dog barking, "Shit, Ciri broke something. Call you tomorrow?"
"Yeah." As the line went dead his tiny baby girl opened her eyes and he froze with the phone still pressed to his ear. All she had to do was look at him and he was already ready to do anything for this child.
He was fucked.
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He was so fucking tired. This was his penance for all the mischief he caused through his life. He hadn't slept since the night before she was born and she had boundless energy.
But damn if walking her around the kitchen with her precious little hands wrapped around his fingers wasn't worth every single second. She wobbled and fell into every next step like someone drunk off their ass and nothing in the world was cuter to him. His back would most definitely ache from hunching over for so long but his spine went to shit months ago anyway.
When she made it to the hallway he gripped her wrists and swung her up in the air, her gasping laughter fuel enough for an eternity of sleepless nights and diaper blowouts.
He spun her in the air and stepped to catch her on his hip, "Now, m'lady, it's time to paint your hi-chair with expensive veg puree."
She giggled again when he booped her nose and he did his best to bottle the feeling up for later when she would inevitably scream bloody murder when bathtime was over. Or maybe because he wouldn't let her play with the milk cap. Or even because one of his rings wouldn't come off his finger.
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The first morning of preschool had nearly killed him.
She was brave for Mommy, just like she always was, but when she left the room his six-year-old clung to his leg, rivers of tears running down her cheeks.
"No! Daddy stay!"
It broke his heart to peel her off his leg and kneel down next to her, holding her still too small hands in his, "It'll be alright, love. You'll forget all about me in a minute or two."
That was the wrong thing to say.
Her little bottom lip quivered and her eyes filled with fresh tears, "But- but I don't want to forget you!"
It was a few more minutes before he convinced her to explore on her own, but he didn't mind being the last parent to leave.
Geralt was with him when he picked her up, that ridiculous motorbike of his broken down again.
She was so excited to see them she jumped up and down in her place in line, waving with both hands. When they got in the car she rambled on and on, and on and on, about which toys she played with and the other kids in her class.
"Devon liked your song Daddy!"
"My song?"
"Yep. I- I-" she gasped with excitement trying to get her words out as fast as she thought them, "-when I miss you I sing 'Taur Song' and-and I don't miss you too much."
Jaskier had to bite down on his cheek to keep from crying, rubbing his chin and resisting the urge to scream.
"Awww. Well, that's very nice of Devon." Geralt cooed, then turning to Jaskier murmured, "You need to pull over?" with a knowing grin.
"I'm fine!" He squeaked before taking a big calming breath, "You sing the Guitar Song when I'm not around?" He called to the backseat, glancing in the mirror.
"Of course, darling silly!"
Jaskier was melting.
"Ooohhh, Jask," Geralt laughed, "She's a mini you times two."
They came to a red light and Jaskier took the opportunity to rub his face, not so discretely wiping tears away.
"Daddy, are you sad?"
Jaskier smiled, reaching back to squeeze her little calf, "No, darling. I just love you so very much."
