The one Geraskifer fic where everyoneās at Kaer Morhen for the winter (and possibly foreseeable future because reasons) where Ciri wheedles/insists Jaskier trains with her.
Cue training montage with Ciri and Jaskier training - Ciri being >:( because she wants to be a better fighter and so on and itās srs bzns. Jaskier a bit less >:( and more ĀÆ\_(ć)_/ĀÆ about things.
Like, yes, it is indeed serious business and he fully intends to learn so he wonāt be a liability and all? But he also doesnāt want Ciri obsessing and such, so he plays things up a bit, does what he can and so on.
Which means he ends up getting knocked on his ass more times than strictly necessary, but he swears he sees a hint of a smile on Ciriās face a time or two in the process, so itās well worth it.
(Besides, he really is learning, and itās nice whenever he gets a ānot badā or āIāve seen worseā from one of the others when he gets something right, so thereās that too.)
During one of the training sessions Yennefer takes a seat near the training yards, for a bit of fresh air or whatever reason, and watches thing.
(Feels this bit of pride in Ciri improving more and more, and this little amused smile she doesnāt bother to hide when Jaskier gets knocked on his ass again - this time by Ciri whoās carefully not laughing at him, because itād be rude and all. Really.)
At some point Geralt joined her, just in from a hunting expedition or whatever, but heās skulking about in a shadowy alcove or whatever.
Thereās a break in training for Jaskier who trudges over to Yennefer and pulls up a patch of ground by her feet, not quite touching her.
All sweaty and gross and the kind of tired that comes with a good workout and general feeling of accomplishment, which is lovely and all, but still sweaty and gross.
Which Yennefer comments on because this is what the two of them do, isnāt it? Snark and banter and tease, and Jaskier sighs, glances at her with an obnoxiously over the top look full of heartache and longing and such.
āTheyāre teaching me to kill,ā he says softly enough she has to lean to hear him. She knows better, but heās frustrating like that, makes her do things like this. āBut who will teach me to love?ā
Which is how Jaskier gets knocked on his ass one last time that day, Jaskier grinning up at her and laughing while she tries to hold the >:(((((((((((((( on her face and someone - āyour bard is a nuisance, Geralt!ā - chuckles from the shadows, and anyway, yes.
ĀÆ\_(ć)_/ĀÆ













