The one Geraskifer fic where everyone’s 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 it’s srs bzns. Jaskier a bit less >:( and more ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ about things.
Like, yes, it is indeed serious business and he fully intends to learn so he won’t be a liability and all? But he also doesn’t 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 Ciri’s face a time or two in the process, so it’s well worth it.
(Besides, he really is learning, and it’s nice whenever he gets a “not bad” or “I’ve seen worse” from one of the others when he gets something right, so there’s 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 doesn’t bother to hide when Jaskier gets knocked on his ass again - this time by Ciri who’s carefully not laughing at him, because it’d be rude and all. Really.)
At some point Geralt joined her, just in from a hunting expedition or whatever, but he’s skulking about in a shadowy alcove or whatever.
There’s 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, isn’t 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.
“They’re teaching me to kill,” he says softly enough she has to lean to hear him. She knows better, but he’s frustrating like that, makes her do things like this. “But who will teach me to love?”
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 - “your bard is a nuisance, Geralt!” - chuckles from the shadows, and anyway, yes.
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