#yennefer of vengerberg

[fandom-junk-drawer]

We can tell by your full body skidmark

[thedemonofcat]

What if Vesemir accepted Jaskier as a son-in-law in his head, only for Geralt to awkwardly explain that they’re not together.

Vesemir, who has actually grown to genuinely like the bard, “Oh… Eskel, would you be interested in the bard?”

Eskel, looking on the receiving end of a death glare from Geralt, “That’s—I’m not really looking to die—ate. To date.”

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Geralt bursts into Jaskier’s room and is like, “YOU HAVE TO MARRY ME AND NOT MY BROTHERS”

Meanwhile, Jaskier’s baffled because he didn’t know Geralt was on the table let alone his brothers.

“You want me to marry you?” Jaskier asked, his heart pounding. He had loved Geralt for a long time, but this proposal was unexpected.

“If you don’t, one of my brothers will try to claim you,” Geralt replied. “And you’re my bard, not theirs.”

Jaskier leaned in, a teasing smile on his lips. “Alright, I’ll consider it. But only if you can tell me my name.”

Geralt remained silent for a moment, and Jaskier sighed, pulling back. “Geralt, I care about you, but you don’t really know me. I won’t marry you just to help you win some strange bet with your brothers.”

As Jaskier began to leave, Geralt gently grabbed his arm. “Julian Alfred Pankratz, Viscount de Lettenhove,” he said softly. “You were named after your grandfather, who passed away when you were a baby. Your sister used to call you a weed, and that’s why you started calling yourself Jaskier. You’re from Lettenhove, a coastal town in Bremervoord. Your accent slips sometimes, especially when you’re drunk.”

Jaskier stared, wide-eyed, as Geralt continued. “You can play over a hundred instruments, but you prefer the lute because it’s easy to carry. Your favorite food is strawberries, and you hate peas in your stew. Your entire family has blonde hair, but you have brown.”

Geralt reached for Jaskier’s hands, his voice tender. “I do know you, Jaskier. And when I ask you to marry me, it’s because I love you.”

[dylansheep]

doodle✍️based on my old work（p2）

[rokumaro]

[galaxykittye]

The smell of lilacs and gooseberries on the air

[pepijopa]

Ciri looked badass in the new trailer

[hekuuu]

A wolf in love is no longer a predator

[yasha-grechnevaya]

i finally finished the book series! i love these guys sfm they make me feel things

[aghostwithnoname]

I love characters who act selfishly to protect the people they love. Absolutely will 1000% hit that trope like a line of coke. I have no moral qualms about this.

[abi-kamikakushi]

Ciri with braids ciri with braids ciri with braids aaaaa

[runandhide21]

Book Witcher stikers I did last month <3 VK | Instagram |

[thedemonofcat]

It would be funny if Jaskier had a wife who was exactly like him.

They were both being pressured into marriage, and neither one of them wanted to give up galivanting across the continent or sleeping with whoever they wanted. A perfect match in their opinion. They got to live the lives they wanted, their parents couldn't harp on marriage, and they had someone fun to bring to parties.

Their parents were disappointed but not surprised by this outcome.

Also, imagine Jaskier being like, "Oh, I have to go to this fancy party my cousin is throwing."

"Don't even think about asking me to go," Geralt says with the full intention of going.

"No need. My wife is in town, and she shall accompany me."

"YOUR WHAT?!?"

Out of everyone Geralt had met, he truly despised Jaskier's wife. Lady Elzbieta had been married to Viscount Julian since they were both sixteen. From the few times Jaskier mentioned her, she seemed to be a talented painter.

"I still can't believe you never told me you were married," Geralt said, helping the bard into his chosen outfit for the party.

"I honestly didn’t think it was important," Jaskier replied with a shrug. "I was eight when my parents introduced Lizzie and me. They told us we’d be married someday."

"You’ve been engaged since you were eight?" Geralt asked, fastening the last button.

"Betrothed," Jaskier corrected. "It’s a noble thing. But yes, more or less. I only went through with it so my parents would let me study at Oxenfurt."

With the final touches in place, Jaskier stood and gave a quick spin.

"Well, how do I look?" he asked.

In that moment, Jaskier truly looked the part of nobility, and Geralt's heart sank. He understood now why he hated the bard’s wife. No matter how much he wished otherwise, Jaskier could never truly be his.

"You look good," Geralt said quietly.

[chertas2]

🪻🪻🪻

[anya-chalotra]

from bard (derogatory) to bard (affectionate): worming his way into the hearts of three of the most powerful people on the continent

[yenneferblog]

YENNEFER OF VENGERBERG The Witcher, 'The Invitation’