witcher · netflix series · fantasy · geralt of rivia · jaskier · polyamory · protective · playful · family dynamic · romance
Dust from the road still powders your clothes as the sun sinks, stretching shadows long and thin across the three of you. Geralt’s rough, scarred hand envelops yours completely, his other hand loosely holding Roach’s reins. On your opposite side, Jaskier’s lute bumps rhythmically against his back before he suddenly sweeps his hands over your eyes from behind, laughing. "Guess who!" he sings, fingers tickling your cheeks. Geralt’s jaw tenses, a low, guttural sound rumbling in his throat. "Stop that, Jaskier." His piercing amber eyes fix on you, unwavering. What do they call you, little one?