#geraskifer

[fandom-junk-drawer]

[jay-arts-t]

geraskefer cuddling?

I am definitely going to render this

[tschulijulesjulie]

soooo its implied that Radovid is a bit of a Jaskier fanboy... does that mean... he might have thought about the continent equivalent of Geraskier fanfic? can you imagine him and Geralt finally meeting and Radovid going absolute batsgit against Geralt because "HE MIGHT HAVE FORGIVEN YOU BUT I HAVE NOT AND NOW BURN BUTCHER BURN!!!"

And Geralt is so confused because theres this... wet-rat-ish looking.. prince? ... literally trying to thow hands at him?

And Yen and Ciri are in the background simply losing it, doubling over laughing.

and Jaskier? Jaskier is. well, he's not used to NOT being the most unhinged person around.

[geraskefer]

INCORRECT WITCHER QUOTES [#19]

[kermit-coded]

every throuple has:

victorian dandy

buff

woman who can kill you

[valdomarx]

“Oh no.” Geralt took a step back, eyes wide, face pale. “Oh no. This is not good.”

Jaskier waved a dismissive hand. “Don’t be a sourpuss.” The other Jaskier flashed him a grin. “This is great, actually.”

Beads of sweat pricked at Geralt’s brow. In the room in front of him were two Jaskiers, seemingly identical down to the stupid hat and air of insouciance. A doppler? A magic spell? A portal to an alternative dimension? None of the options were good.

Fighting back panic, Geralt turned on his heel and slammed the door, turning the lock with a satisfying clink. At least now both of them would be contained until he figured out what to do next. Could the imposter hurt Jaskier? Might they both be in danger? The thought of two of Jaskier made his head swim and his thoughts dazed and sluggish for reasons he would not be examining right now.

Yen! Yen would know what to do. She was good at this sort of thing. He pulled out his megascope and prayed that she would answer.

Mercifully she did, and she listened to his fumbled explanation with a smirk which grew wider by the minute. “So you locked the two of them in a room together?” she asked, one eyebrow arched in amusement.

“... yes?”

“And you’re worried about what they’ll do to each other?”

“... yes?”

She gave an undignified but delighted snort. “Oh, how terrible, perhaps one of them is dangerous. Perhaps they’ll be hurting each other. You should really check on them.” Despite the seriousness of her words, her eyes were sparkling with mirth. 

Geralt wasn’t going to take any chances though. He straightened up and, bracing himself for whatever traumatic horror was about to greet him, he unlocked the door and tentatively pushed it open.

The good news was that the two Jaskiers were not hurting each other. The bad news was that Geralt had a strong feeling that what they were doing was going to be branded into his brain for the rest of his days.

“Hebleugh,” he managed. 

“Oh, Geralt!” One of the Jaskiers caught sight of him and extracted himself from his current activities. “We were just… getting to know one another.”

The sweat at Geralt’s brow was back. “So I see.”

“It’s rather fascinating, actually!” the other Jaskier piped up. He looked at Geralt with a wild grin. “We’re performing novel experiments in the field of self-other phenomenology. Care to act as our observer?”

Geralt swallowed thickly. 

In the background, through the open megascope, Yennefer’s boisterous laughter boomed through the chamber.

[ot3showdown]

art credit for dangan ronpa to: https://basket-star-blog.tumblr.com/post/110977038039

[hannibard]

And that's how geraskefer happened

[27dragons]

New Year Countdown: Dec 8

Today's story is Geraskifer (Geralt/Jaskier/Yennefer)!

Dec 8 - Geraskifer - Fake Relationship - Fireplace

All three of them were deep in their cups -- there wasn’t much else to do while they waited for the spring thaw to open the mountain pass. They were playing Gwent, the loser ceding their chair to the spectator after each round; the playing table had been set up in front of the fire, where the light was best, and the players’ chairs were the warmest seats in the house. It was a good system - there was incentive to win, to remain by the fire, but even the loser only had to wait one game to reclaim one of the good spots.

It was something to do, at any rate, which made it better than doing nothing, though only by the slimmest of margins. After more than a month in this place, they’d all learned each other’s tells, sober or drunk, and it was starting to get more than a bit tedious. But drinking and playing Gwent was better than listening to the wind howl and worrying about Ciri.

Jaskier could think of better -- and warmer -- activities with which to pass the time, but, decades of pining aside, he was pretty sure that wasn’t going to happen. His only consolation was that he was reasonably certain that Geralt wasn’t fucking Yennefer, either. Not unless they were doing it in utter silence, and “quiet” had not been a word he’d have used to describe Geralt and Yennefer’s relationship at any time in the past.

Geralt grunted irritably and threw down the rest of his cards. “I’m going to check Roach.” He stalked out of the little cabin and out into the storm without even pausing to put on a scarf.

“He seems tense,” Jaskier observed, taking Geralt’s chair and raking the cards toward himself.

“He needs to get laid,” said Yennefer.

Jaskier made a face as he started shuffling. “I’m not stopping him.”

Yennefer hummed, collecting her cards as he dealt them. “He wants both of us.”

“The fuck he does.”

“No, really,” she said. “I’ve seen him watching you.”

“I know you’re lying to me,” Jaskier said, narrowing his eyes at her over his cards. “I just can’t figure out what your angle is.”

“My angle,” Yennefer said, “is that I think we’d all be a bit more comfortable if we were sharing the bed instead of sleeping on the floor.”

“So what’s the problem?”

“He thinks we hate each other.”

Jaskier paused in the middle of laying down a card. “Because... we do.” Jaskier didn’t, actually, hate her. Not anymore. But he’d kiss Valdo Marx on the mouth before he admitted it out loud. “We very much do hate each other, Yennefer.”

“Mm.” Her fey violet eyes snared his gaze. “And what’s that got to do with fucking?”

Jaskier opened his mouth, then closed it again. She had a point. “So what do we do?”

“He’s a man,” Yennefer said. “Men are oblivious.” She gave him a stern look to keep him from protesting. He hadn’t been planning on it. “So when he comes back, we should be kissing.”

Jaskier blinked. “Kissing?”

“Yes.” She stood up and started unlacing her shirt. “Or something similar. It’s best to be direct.”

“Just like that, he’s going to believe we’ve stopped hating each other and now want to fuck?”

“Yes.”

“...All right.” Jaskier got up and started in on his pants. “And then what?” he wondered. “Just say, ‘why don’t you join us to make sure things stay civil?’”

“Not bad,” Yennefer said, grudgingly impressed. “That might even work.” She grabbed his shirt and pulled him up against her. “He’s coming,” she whispered, closing her teeth on his earlobe just a touch past the point of pain. “Act like you want this.”

[fandom-junk-drawer]

[ladynearthelake]

Little spicer OT3 sketch. Used that photo from Victorious (?) that’s floating around Twitter as reference.

Tagging as mature, though I think it’s pretty tame. Just to be sure.

[a-kind-of-merry-war]

Does anyone remember/have a source for that medieval (I think - it may have just been Generically Old) painting/illustration of a couple at a banquet with a dude playing the lute in front of them? It had strong OT3 vibes.

(I'm throwing this in the geraskefer tags because I'm 100% sure someone tagged it as them but can I find it? Absolutely not.)

[heytheredeann]

Just. OT3 modern AU where there’s still magic and witchers, they all live together and Yennefer and Jaskier hold grudges against each other for so long (current record is three weeks), especially for stupid shit, and Geralt is in the middle like “gods why me”

Geralt comes home after a job looking forward to a nice bath, a good meal and some quality time spent on the couch, but as he steps in he can already feel the tension. His fears are confirmed when Jaskier comes to greet him with the biggest smile on his face and saying: “Geralt! Oh my love, my one and only love, light of my life, I’m so happy to see you! How I’ve missed you, I’ve had dreadful company!”

The whole time they are just taking jabs at each other, like Jaskier says something about how important and wonderful it is that they’ve known each other for so long, because he’s fully aware that they met years before Yennefer came into the picture, and she’s there like “Have I ever told you how happy I am that we are so drawn to each other that we immediately fell together? Imagine if we had had to wait for twenty years to figure out we belonged together!” Meanwhile Geralt is just there like “help me”.

Jaskier: “If we were both on fire and you could save only one of us---” Geralt: *sigh* “Both” “That’s not an optio---” Yennefer: “Oh, it’s okay, Geralt, you can save him. We both know I would never be stupid enough to put myself in a situation that I don’t know how to get out of on my own.”

*in bed at night, with Geralt in the middle* Yennefer: “Goodnight, Geralt.” Jaskier: “Goodnight, Geralt, I hope you and only you have very sweet dreams.” Geralt: “I hate you both” Yennefer and Jaskier: “Lies.”

[somethingaboutnoodles]

How It Burned

Chapter 1/6 Fandom: The Witcher Primary Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Post Season 2, Geralt/Yen, Geralt/Jaskier with assumptions of unrequited feelings, Geralt/Yen/Jaskier is the goal but might not get there in this fic, Jaskier is much more hurt by Rience than in canon, Snowed in at Kaer Morhen over winter

Summary:

After the Deathless Mother's attack on Kaer Morhen, there are more than a few pieces to pick up. While the other witchers are mourning, Geralt is torn between his duty to Ciri, his attachment to Yennefer, and the danger he's brought upon his home. All Jaskier has to do is not get in the way.

When Ciri runs away because Jaskier can't help but be a loudmouth and Yennefer realizes Jaskier's secret, his worst fears are confirmed. He doesn't belong here.

Too bad Jaskier is stuck at Kaer Morhen with a desperate Geralt, a far-too-tender Yennefer, and not a single lute string to save him.

I’ve been sitting on this for almost two years because I wasn’t happy with it, and then I re-read it and was like “whoa, this is good!”. Please enjoy the results of me having a little distance from my writing.

[notupforpolo]

One thing about me is that I’ll NEVER entertain a love the triangle or anything like it when there’s a perfectly good polycule right there

[notebooks-and-laptops]

My favourite thing to do in any fandom is to make people ship an ot3 when they previously hadn't via posting about them. Like yes yes come with me, come ship Yennefer/Geralt/Jaskier...yes come ship Izzy/Stede/Edward...say no to love triangles...say yes to throuples