Geralt: *knocking once and coming into the young lord's room at the previusly agreed hour ready to scort Jaskier in the castle to attend his duties* "My lord, I'm here to…"
Jaskier: *standing in a sexy pose, which is completely by chance and not planned at all, in the middle of the room,only in his underwear, which is casually the pair that makes his ass look better* "Oh, I'm sorry, my dear. Is it time to go down already? I must have lost myself looking at the view. Isn't it lovely?" *turns his head towards the window, showing off his neck and arching his back a bit more.*
Geralt: *face completely neutral, keeping his eyes respectfully above the young lord's neck.* "I'll wait for my lord outside" *does a small bow keeping his eyes locked with Jaskier's, turns around and leaves.*
Jaskier: oh you're a hard one, uh? Even more fun. Let's see how long you can resist my charm.
*Horny evil bard-lord cackling noises.*
Meanwhile outside his room
Geralt *as red as a tomato* what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck.
Triss *narrating* and so Tissaia woke up and found Yennefer electrocuted in the eel pond. She’s still in the infirmary and now we all have to write a ten page essay about the dangers of swimming in electric water.
Tissaia: We didn't do anything. It's not fair.
Yennefer, reading Tissaia's diary: "But the thing is, life isn't fair. You see, injustice is something I've become accustomed to. I am, after all, a child of the crossfire, surrounded by conflict. But I choose to rise above it. The path to peace is paved with tolerance and understanding. Violence is never the answer."
Tissaia: I am going to ram that so far up your arse!
AU where Jaskier is the Witcherverse’s Chuck Tingle and anonymously writes ridiculous raunchy ballads and poetry about himself (and often Geralt and/or Yen) getting pounded in the butt by the physical manifestations of their issues
- Pounded in the butt by the physical manifestation of my fear that i’m impossible to love and then it tenderly spoons me and i realise i am loved and deserving of love
- Eaten right by my ex, the lesbian living embodiment of the self-worth that left me two years ago but came back because i’m trying to be a good person
- Gently rimmed by the sentient concept of self-care while my boyfriend watches
- Pounded in the butt by the non-existent monster from my ‘fillingless pie’ ballad and i love it