#geraskefer

mistahkato:

Seducing the bard

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Ciri: Am I in trouble?

Yennefer: Take a guess

Ciri: …no?

Jaskier: Take another guess

Yennefer: Sorry I was late I was… taking care of something

Jaskier: *Enters the room looking noticeably dishevelled*

Jaskier: SHE PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKING STAIRS

Can’t stop thinking about them

Don’t ask for context cuz I don’t have one

Seducing the bard

patroclusdefencesquad:

yennefer and geralt as a divorced couple coparenting a child together and both dating the same man is not a dynamic i expected to be getting for going into season 3

hannibard:

This post SCREAMED geraskefer

Geralt has become so used to the fact that Jaskier is in love with him, that he almost falls off Roach when he sees the same soft look on the bard’s face as he talks with Yennefer.

Geralt, drunk and jealous: Do you think people will ever stop eyeing Jaskier up?

Yennefer: *Takes a long sip of her wine*

Yennefer:No.

Jaskier, extremely mad at Geralt: Sometimes I wonder where that himbo carries all his idiocy and audacity.

Yennefer: Haven’t you noticed his pockets? They’re huge on purpose.

*Yennefer as a landlady*

Yennefer, to Jaskier: Your rent is due but you can pay at your convenience, sweetheart.

Also Yennefer, to Geralt: You’re going to get your eviction notice if I don’t receive the payment by the end of the day.

Jaskier: Why would anyone even begin to think of going big?

Geralt: What?! Listen-

Jaskier: Especially when the alternative is getting to go home?

Yennefer: He’s got a point, you know.

Oh Geralt, you poor thing!

*At the supermarket*

Geralt: What should we get for dessert?

Yennefer, : We have dessert at home.

Geralt: What type of dessert?

Yennefer:Jaskier.

Jaskier, shopping for a pretty outfit: This is outrageous. The ones I like don’t have pockets.

Jaskier: Is there anything worse than having no pockets in your fancy outfit?

Yennefer: Yeah, having fake pockets.

Geralt: Yen! What the hell do you think you’re doing?

Yennefer: Trying to kiss Jaskier?

Geralt:Youcannot kiss him. He’s-He’s off limits…

Jaskier, a needy whining mess: But why? We’re both vaccinated!

kryptidfox:

joining your relationship. scoot over bro, i love her too

hannibard:

This post SCREAMED geraskefer

raynecreates:

When your lil feetsies we’re hurtin oh so very much and you just so happen to have a big strong Witcher to take care of you.

The fourteenth (and penultimate) chapter ofWatch Me Burn is up, featuring gratuitous bard endangerment and gratuitous sorceress endangerment! (And another cliffhanger. Sorry about that.)

Excerpt: “Hello again, Jaskier.” 

Jaskier goes cold all over, heart pounding in his throat. Slowly, he turns. The fire fucker smiles at him warmly, an expression that doesn’t reach those empty eyes. Standing next to him is a big, bulky man with a head shaped like a brick and the bearing of someone who knows an alarming number of ways to kill someone. 

“It’s good to see you again,” the fire fucker says. “Yennefer of Vengerberg sends her regards.”

Jaskier doesn’t stay to chat or to mull over that. Dropping his armful of laundry, he whirls to fling the door open. The fire fucker and his companion make no move to stop him, a fact that Jaskier only registers when he finds another mercenary—this one even bigger and blockier than the first—looming in the doorway. The man puts one hand on Jaskier’s chest and shoves him backwards into the cottage. Jaskier stumbles back, nearly tripping over the dropped laundry.

“None of that, Jaskier.” The fire fucker tsks softly. “You and I have some catching up to do.”

“I’m sorry,” Jaskier babbles as the mercenary in front of him draws his sword. “This isn’t really a good time for a social call. I do wish you’d written first, because as you can see, I’m doing laundry—”

“This won’t take long,” the fire fucker says as the mercenary grabs Jaskier’s arm with the hand not holding the sword. “Where is Cirilla?”

“Who?” Jaskier blinks.

The fire fucker smiles, looking delighted. It chills Jaskier to the bone. “Still being so tight-lipped. That’s alright. I don’t mind a bit of a challenge.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jaskier tells him, hating the way his voice wobbles. “I told you, I haven’t seen Geralt in ages and I’ve never met his child surprise. It’s just me here. I’ve decided to embrace the solitary life, you see. It’s good for the muse, or so I’ve heard.”

“So if I send Toublanc into the bedrooms to take a look around, he won’t find a witcher’s armor and a young girl’s clothes?”

Jaskier swallows back the bile rising in his throat and doesn’t answer.

“I thought so.” The fire fucker chuckles. “Why don’t you sit down, Jaskier? Make yourself comfortable. We have a wait ahead of us, it seems.”