#essi daven/ yennefer of vengerberg

[endiness]

THE WITCHER: SIRENS OF THE DEEP (2025)

[old-deerstalker-hat]

The humans aren't looking for truth. It's no longer about sustenance. It's about greed.

The Witcher: Sirens of the Deep (2024)

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So tomorrow, we get a teaser trailer about The Witcher Sirens of the Deep. If anyone is unaware, there is an upcoming animated film based on the short story A Little Sacrifice.

Now, I don't know about anyone else, but I'm excited and curious about how the characters will look. This will be the first time seeing Essi Daven, so she probably looks like how she describes in the books, but I wonder about Geralt and Jaskier.

Are they going to take after their Netflix actors' appearance?

Their game version appears.

Hell, maybe they'll even look like how they are described in the books.

[two-damn-minutes]

And another bit of news - Joey and Anya will voice Jaskier and Yennefer in the Sirens of the Deep!

It’s confirmed The Witcher stars Anya Chalotra and Joey Batey will also reprise their roles as Yennefer of Vengerberg and Jaskier for the animated movie. The Witcher universe newcomer Christina Wren will voice new character Essi Daven. 

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It's A Game We Play

Pairings: Geraskier, Yennskier, Radskier

Characters: Jaskier, Geralt of Rivia, Yennefer of Vengerberg, Radovid, original female characters, Essi Daven, Priscilla, Ciri of Cintra, Valdo Marx

Additional tags: inspired by Mamma Mia! (movies), crack, alpha/beta/omega dynamics, omega jaskier, alpha geralt, alpha yennefer, beta radovid, awkwardness, jaskier is a good parent, protective jaskier, weddings, found family, post mpreg, fluff and humor, alternate universe-modern setting

Rating: teen and up audiences

Word count: 2,390 words

Chapters: 1/?

Summary: Jaskier's daughter is about to marry the love of her life, and she decides she wants both her parents at her wedding. Only problem is that Jaskier has slept with a little too many people in his youth, so the identity of the other parent is a mystery. That does not stop the bride-to-be from inviting three potential daddy candidates and unleashing absolute chaos in the process.

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Otherwise known as Jaskier's terrible horrible no good past decisions leading to terrible horrible no good outcomes. Also known as the Mamma Mia! AU nobody asked for, but I wrote it anyway.

Author's notes: It's time for some crack!!!!! What do you get when you have canonically slutty Jaskier, and add Bambi being a multishipper who loves chaos? That's right, you get a Mamma Mia!AU !! I'm planning on using the plot of the first movie pretty loosely. As in, I will probably not do scene-to -scene recreations, but take advantage of the general idea and the setting!

Feedback is super appreciated!!! Let's get the party started!

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“I can’t believe this day has come.”

“Papa, it’s not my wedding yet. I’m just trying on dresses, remember?”

“Still,” Jaskier smiled, blinking against the sentimental tears in his eyes, “my child is getting married. She’s picking out her wedding dress, how am I supposed to cope with this?”

Amaryllis cooed and leaned up to kiss her father on the cheek. Jaskier immediately wound his arms around her, enveloping her in a crushing hug.

“You promised no crying until the ceremony,” Amaryllis reminded him. Jaskier chuckled against her hair.

“I’m failing, obviously.”

But who could blame him, Jaskier mused as Amaryllis finally managed to pull away. He let his daughter take his hand and lead him inside the saloon, her steps happy and prancing, so adorably enthusiastic. Amaryllis was his only child, his baby, his light in this world. Of course, he would become emotional (over and over again) over the fact she was soon to be a married woman. Amaryllis’s fiancée, well, soon-to-be-wife, Sara, was the sweetest thing. Jaskier loved and trusted her, but that didn’t mean he didn’t worry. He always did: he was a parent, that was what he was supposed to do. His child was facing a huge milestone in her life. Jaskier was filled with fear, hope, and a tremendous amount of pride at the same time. He was just overflowing with emotions, and they manifested in constant weeping, apparently.

He decided to try and shut off the waterworks at least while they introduced themselves to the seller. She was a cheerful middle-aged lady named Kate, who heartily congratulated Amaryllis on her upcoming marriage, then she gave a sympathetic hug to Jaskier as well.

“It’s a huge thing, one of the biggest days in our lives,” Kate chirped as she led them further inside the saloon. “Therefore, it has to be perfect. Any ideas on your dream dress, dear?”

“Not sure,” Amaryllis admitted. She still held onto Jaskier’s hand as she looked over the numerous racks and shelves. “My fiancée will have a strapless dress, and it would be nice to match with her, but I think sleeves are more my style?”

“You should pick whatever you’d feel comfortable in,” Jaskier reminded her softly. “You will look beautiful in everything, anyway.”

Amaryllis gave him a bright smile and a squeeze to his hand before she followed Kate into the jungle of dresses. Jaskier raked his eyes around with a sigh. Fluffy dresses and sleek suits hanged everywhere from floor to ceiling, in every shape and every size. They all looked so pretty. Jaskier’s chest tightened for a second before he decided to look away and check on his daughter instead.

Amaryllis was an absolute dream to shop with. Instead of turning into the stereotypical “bridezilla”, she was calm and collected, listening intently to everything Kate told her. Jaskier was immensely proud of her. He also knew that if he were in this situation, he would probably break down five minutes in.

While Amaryllis disappeared inside the fitting room to try on a couple dresses, Kate approached Jaskier with a smile.

“Beautiful girl,” she told him earnestly. Jaskier grinned, proudly puffing his chest out.

“Thank you.”

“Yours, right? I can tell by the eyes. Same set of beautiful baby blues.”

“Ah, you’re so kind. Yes, she’s my daughter.”

“Are you planning a big wedding?”

“Not that big. More people on her fiancée’s side.”

Saying that out loud tasted bitter on Jaskier’s tongue. He wished he could give his daughter an epic ceremony, but unfortunately, he wasn’t on good terms with his family. His parents divorced while he was still a child, and he has only rarely seen his father after that. He’s always had a stormy relationship with his mother as well. She was a very strict, traditional woman, whose pride was greatly hurt when her husband left her. That was probably why she got so angry when Jaskier told her at the ripe age of twenty-one that he has gotten pregnant and had no clue from who. She wanted Jaskier to fulfill that idyllic family picture that she did not manage, and seeing her own child fail at it, too, caused her to cut ties with him. The only relative that Jaskier could count on was his aunt, the only person who has supported him after he ended up alone, pregnant, and scared out of his mind. Her death devastated Jaskier, especially because she didn’t get to see Amaryllis’s birth. She has left his beloved nephew a lovely gift, though, the Dandelion Inn. Jaskier has spent most of his childhood on the small island his aunt lived at, and he really enjoyed staying over at the Inn, even when he was an adult. It was a friendly, warm little motel that felt more like his home than his actual house. He has also met his two best friends there, who have helped him through many hardships.

Jaskier now lived on the island with his daughter and managed the Dandelion Inn. It was idyllic in many ways, and not very idyllic in other ways. Jaskier knew that an unbonded, mate-less Omega would always be the hot topic of every gossip, especially one that got pregnant so young. He has gotten better at handling the acidic insults, but he wished he could have protected his daughter against them, and he wished he could have provided her with the big, happy family that she deserved.

He quickly waved away the sad memories as Amaryllis exited the fitting room. Jaskier gasped and clutched a hand over his heart, willing himself not to tear up again. As expected, Amaryllis looked beautiful in her mermaid- style dress. Her smile shone brighter than the gemstones on the hem when she twirled around.

“My God, you look beautiful,” Jaskier whispered in awe. Amaryllis ducked her head with a shy grin.

“I like it. I think I’m gonna try the high-low dress, too.”

She tried on four more dresses, and Jaskier told her she looked gorgeous in every single one of them. Amaryllis groaned as she plopped down next to him on a pouf.

“You always say I look beautiful in everything, Papa.”

“But that’s the truth! No matter what you’ll pick, you’ll be the most beautiful bride.”

Kate disappeared to find some accessories to go with the dresses. Amaryllis waited until she was out of sight, then she turned to Jaskier with a look that indicated she was about to say or ask something potentially uncomfortable. Jaskier knew that look too well. It was the same, head ducked down, nose twitching, jaw slightly wobbling face she gave him when she told him she accidentally broke his acoustic guitar, and when she presented as an Omega and had to ask her father about the birds and the bees. Jaskier braced himself with a sigh, and a free cupcake that he retrieved from the tray next to him.

“I was thinking about checking out the suits, too,” Amaryllis started, choosing her words obviously carefully. “But then I was like, I’d rather have a dress. It’s traditional, and I know we’re both free spirits, but I think I’d like a really traditional wedding, you know? An Omega girl in a big fluffy dress, her Omega father weeping into his tissue in the front row…”

“Hey, I won’t cry in the front row,” Jaskier objected with a huff, “I’ll cry while walking you down the aisle.”

Amaryllis cleared her throat. She fiddled with the tulle on her dress. The clock on the wall ticked loudly in the silence. Jaskier didn’t even dare to breathe.

“What’s wrong, honey?” He asked, scooting closer to her on the pouf. “I feel like you’re trying to tell me something.”

“Well,” Amaryllis squeaked, avoiding Jaskier’s eyes, “iwantmyotherparenttowalkmedowntheaisle.”

Jaskier blinked in utter confusion. Amaryllis turned an alarmingly bright red, which was only accentuated by her snow-white dress.

“What… what was that?”

“Papa.”

“You said it so fast I couldn’t make out a single word!”

“God,” Amaryllis sighed, grinding her teeth in embarrassment, “don’t be angry! Just… I… I said that I want my other father, or mother, I don’t know? To… to walk me down the aisle… you know, all traditional…”

Jaskier was very glad he was already sitting, otherwise he would have probably collapsed on the floor. He waited for Amaryllis to reveal it was just a joke. For several, uncomfortable moments, Amaryllis stared at Jaskier, chewing on her lip. Jaskier stared right back, his brain drawing a complete blank page.

“Honey…” Jaskier squeaked out, “you know exactly I don’t know who that is.”

“But, maybe there’s a chance we could find them?” Amaryllis asked hopefully. “I was thinking a lot about this, lately. I would be really happy if we managed to find out who it is, so they could be there, too. I don’t know… maybe you still have some phone numbers? A hunch? Anything? It’s just… it would be nice.”

Jaskier let out a deep sigh. It’s been literal years since Amaryllis has brought up this subject. With each passing year, as she has gotten older, it has gotten easier to explain: it was the worst when she was still a little child, not understanding why everyone had two parents while she only had her Papa. It was even worse with her overhearing all those nasty gossips about how Jaskier was such a lowlife Omega, sleeping with everyone and having bastard children. When she was a little older, Jaskier could give her a vague explanation on how her other parent left, and how they were unfortunately not coming back. Amaryllis was already a teenager when Jaskier eventually revealed the truth that he had absolutely no idea who the other parent was. He didn’t give her all the details about how he was definitely enjoying his youth. He was a pretty hedonistic young Omega who gladly shared his heats and non-heats with many, many… many people. He didn’t tell her about his short-lived, heartbreaking romances and everlasting loves that only lasted for about a week. She was a smart child, she managed to put the pieces together anyway.

So, Amaryllis stopped pushing for an answer a long time ago, accepting the explanation that Jaskier didn’t know. It felt like a bucket of icy water was poured straight over his head when she, twenty years old and ready to get married, brought this up again.

“Look,” Jaskier told her softly, reaching for her hand, “I know this is going to be your big day, and trust me, I would give my left arm to make sure everything could go exactly as you wanted, including a full set of parents if that’s what would make you happy, but unfortunately… I can’t give you that. I’m sorry.”

“Hey,” Amaryllis squeezed his hand gently, “I didn’t say that to make you feel guilty. This isn’t your fault. I just… I guess I reminisced a little, and I daydreamed a little, and… when I imagine my big day… I see someone else there. With you.”

“Well,” Jaskier forced a grin onto his face, deciding to hide the sudden pain that flared up inside him with humor, like so many times before- the only way he managed to survive the heartbreak, the loneliness and the hopelessness he has felt through his life. That was the only way he could get through the pregnancy alone, that he could get through raising a child alone. The only way he could protect Amaryllis from feeling that pain.

“It seems like you’ll have to make do with your old, single father.”

“You’re not old,” Amaryllis reminded him with a laugh. “You had me when you were about my age. You’re still rockin’ and you’re still smokin’.”

“Such flattery. I assume the dress you want is really expensive, then?”

Amaryllis laughed and gave him a tight hug. Jaskier hid his face in her neck so she couldn’t see the way his smile faded.

Kate returned with the accessories amidst many apologies for going away for so long. She took Amaryllis with her again to try the jewelry with the dress so they could settle for the best option. There was an uncomfortable, churning sensation inside Jaskier’s stomach when he was left alone.

The last thing he expected was this. The idea that Amaryllis has been thinking about this again, that she might have felt sad over not having her other parent there shattered Jaskier. He never wanted to see his daughter sad, especially because of him. And sure, Amaryllis assured him it wasn’t his fault, but it kinda was, wasn’t it? If he wasn’t such a slut, sleeping with everyone who caught his fancy, this wouldn’t have happened. He could have committed to an actual relationship, bonded with a nice Alpha or Beta or maybe even another Omega, could have gotten married, and now Amaryllis would have a beautiful wedding with all her family there, because if Jaskier did that, his mother wouldn’t have disowned him, either. All he had to offer his daughter was his stupid self, a tiny inn, and a herd of goats that he also inherited from his aunt.

He looked into the golden-framed mirror on the wall and sighed at his reflection. He looked younger than his age, something he was very proud of, but when he looked closer, into his own eyes, he’s seen the burden of leaving his careless youth behind.

He spotted a veil on the hanger by the mirror. The ache in his chest amplified. He turned around, quickly checking that no one saw him, then he took the veil off the hanger. He turned it around in his hand, running his fingers over the thin lace. It felt heavy like lead as he put it on his head and checked his reflection again.

You could have had this, a voice inside his head that sounded suspiciously like his mother reminded him, if you weren’t such a loose, immoral Omega.

Jaskier cursed and took the veil off, putting it back on the hanger as quickly as he managed. No, he would not let his guilt consume him. He needed to be strong for his daughter. This was about Amaryllis and her beautiful future, not about him and his tragic past.

Jaskier could only hope Amaryllis would forget about her mysterious other parent.

[yennskier-feed-ao3]

today you are loved

today you are loved

by EchoBleu

“You did save my life, and I do not like being indebted to a joy-sucking crone, even one without magic," Jaskier says shakily, "so how can I repay you?”

“You could get me out of Oxenfurt, since I missed my boat,” Yennefer shrugs. “Or I could pull a Geralt and claim the Law of Surprise.”

It’s definitely a joke. She says it with a smirk, for them both to laugh a bit at Geralt’s expense, because the witcher deserves it. Jaskier even starts to snort.

Then the guards catch up with them, and Yennefer punches one of them, and they have to run in different directions to lose them. She never gets the chance to rescind her claim.

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Destiny has a twisted sense of humour, and drops a child in Jaskier's lap. A child that Yennefer has claimed by mistake.

Words: 3007, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: Jaskier | Dandelion, Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, Maja (Original Character), Original Child Character(s), Essi Daven, Shani (The Witcher)

Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Jaskier | Dandelion/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Accidental Child Acquisition, Law Of Surprise, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Parenting, Jaskier is a dad, Dadskier, Oxenfurt (The Witcher), Autistic Character, Trauma, Panic Attacks, meltdowns, Mentions of canonical violence, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia is Bad at Apologies, Nightmares, Raising a Child, Fantasy Racism

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L'universo di The Witcher si Espande con il Film "The Witcher: Sirens of the Deep"

Netflix annuncia il nuovo progetto animato legato all’universo di The Witcher, intitolato “The Witcher: Sirens of the Deep“. Questo film animato, ispirato alla saga di Geralt Di Rivia tratta dai romanzi di Andrzej Sapkowski, è stato svelato durante l’evento online Geeked Week di Netflix.

I Dettagli

“The Witcher: Sirens of the Deep” è prodotto dallo Studio MIR, noto per lavori come “The Legend of Korra” e “Voltron: Legendary Defender” su Netflix. Doug Cockle, il doppiatore di Geralt di Rivia nei videogiochi di CD Projekt Red, riprenderà il suo ruolo nella versione originale del film. Gli scrittori di The Witcher, Mike Ostrowski e Rae Benjamin, firmano la sceneggiatura, mentre Kang Hei Chul torna come regista dopo il successo di “The Witcher: Nightmare of the Wolf“.

Le star di The Witcher, Anya Chalotra e Joey Batey, riprenderanno i ruoli di Yennefer di Vengerberg e Jaskier per il film d’animazione. La nuova arrivata nell’universo di The Witcher, Christina Wren, darà la voce al nuovo personaggio Essi Daven. 

Trama The Witcher: Sirens of the Deep

Il film adatterà il racconto “A Little Sacrifice” di Andrzej Sapkowski. Geralt di Rivia, il cacciatore di mostri mutato, viene incaricato di indagare su una serie di attacchi in un villaggio di mare. Durante la sua indagine, si trova coinvolto in un conflitto secolare tra umani e sirene. Per risolvere il mistero e prevenire una guerra totale, Geralt deve fare affidamento su vecchi e nuovi alleati. Il film sarà ambientato tra gli episodi 5 e 6 della prima stagione di The Witcher.

Il video annuncio

Arriva Sirens of The Deep, con Doug Cockle che doppia Geralt nella versione originale.

Quando esce The Witcher: Sirens of the Deep

Il film sarà disponibile su Netflix a livello globale alla fine del 2024.

Con l’annuncio del film animato, gli appassionati della serie possono aspettarsi un’avvincente avventura animata che espande ulteriormente l’universo di The Witcher, portando in primo piano personaggi familiari e nuove sfide per Geralt di Rivia.

[ao3feed-witcher-dddne]

by heebeegeebee, OldandKinky

"I feel..." He thinks for the right word. "Safe. Yeah. I feel safe now. Eskel has everyone in prison awaiting trial or shipped away to never return. And I'm excited about school... I'm excited to see Miss Yen's house..." Geralt chuckles and keeps petting him. "You'll love it. I'm glad you get along." He kisses Jaskier's forehead, and the boy nuzzles him sweetly. "And I'm glad you'll get to go back to school. You need friends who aren't me or Lambert and Aiden." He grimaces, and Jaskier giggles. "Don't forget Aiden Jr." "How could I." Jaskier giggles again, and Geralt smiles.

Words: 64914, Chapters: 13/?, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of A Handful of Petals

Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Underage

Categories: M/M

Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion, Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Eskel (The Witcher), Lambert (The Witcher), Vesemir (The Witcher), Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, Pavetta (The Witcher), Essi Daven, Priscilla (The Witcher), Zoltan Chivay, Aiden (The Witcher), Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy

Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion

Additional Tags: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Pedophilia, Past Rape/Non-con, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Wet & Messy, Consensual Underage Sex, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Oral Sex, Deepthroating, Rough Sex, Enthusiastic Consent, Rimming, Size Difference, Age Difference, Statutory Rape, Subspace, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Foot Fetish, Panic Attacks, Angst, Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia Has a Big Dick, Feminization, Daddy Kink, Past Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Bisexual Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Gay Disaster Jaskier | Dandelion, Felching, Creampie, Bathing/Washing, Masturbation, Jaskier | Dandelion in Lingerie, sexually aggressive minor, made up law proceedings, Gender Fuckery, Breeding Kink, POV Multiple, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Effeminate Jaskier, Bottom Jaskier | Dandelion, Top Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Protective Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Light Dom/sub, Pseudo-Incest, Deep insertions, Belly Bulge, Sexual Roleplay, Consensual Non-Consent, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, workplace harrassment, Homophobia

[ao3yennaia]

a whisper in your ear

by MysticalMayham

A spoiled, royal Jaskier meets Geralt who is undercover. They quickly get attached but things get bad fast. Jaskier has to learn the truth about the world and Geralt and he is forced to pick a side in the never-ending war. If he can't then who can?

Words: 2205, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion, Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, Eskel (The Witcher), Vesemir (The Witcher), Lambert (The Witcher), Aiden (The Witcher), Coën (The Witcher), Other Wiedźmin | The Witcher Character(s), Essi Daven

Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion, Tissaia de Vries/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Aiden/Lambert (The Witcher), Eskel/Jaskier | Dandelion

Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Jaskier | Dandelion, Alpha Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Intersex Omegas, Omega Aiden, Omega Tissaia, Alpha Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Alpha Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, Renfri is there eventually, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia and Jaskier | Dandelion Are Soulmates, Jaskier | Dandelion & Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg are in Cahoots, Minor Eskel/Jaskier | Dandelion, Eskel Loves Jaskier | Dandelion, Essi is Jaskiers sister, And a bad bitch

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/44702380

[cycian]

The Witcher WLW Completed Fics Masterlist

Hello there! Here is a complete list of my finished fics for the Witcher Ladies! 

Doors Open Like Arms

13,489 words, 3 chapters

Tissaia De Vries/ Margarita Laux-Antille

Margarita receives the news that Tissaia de Vries, her love, is no more. Those who have known her, loved her or opposed her all gather in Aretuza to bid farewell to the former Rectoress and witness the end of an era.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38484541

Bloom Once A Year

6,223 words, one-shot

Essi Daven/Yennefer Of Vengerberg

Yennefer of Vengerberg hates balls, but is forced by her status to attend them. Essi Daven 'Little-Eye', tagged along with her friend and rival Jaskier to perform in Aretuza. Worlds and perspective collide as an unlikely love at first sight blooms between the bard and the enchantress.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38547426

One More Night Of You

2.500 words, one-shot

Triss Merigold/ Keira Metz

Triss and Keira get drunk beyond recognition at the Thanedd Ball. In a drunken stupor, Keira reveals more than she intended but not enough to get Triss to stay.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40017807

The Great Lodge

55,980 words, 8 chapters

Yennefer Of Vengerberg/ Fringilla Vigo; Philippa Eilhart/Triss Merigold; Sabrina Glevissig/ Francesca Findabair/ Ida Emean Aep Sivney 

The Lodge of sorceresses faces its first threat: the Church of the Eternal Fire is gaining traction in the Northern Kingdoms. The sorceresses put aside their differences to work together and overcome their common enemy.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38914680

I Wanted Love But I’ll Settle For Lust

9,498 words, 2 chapters

Margarita Laux-Antille/Tissaia De Vries, Margarita Laux-Antille/Everyone (she’s going through it)

’But am I not more entertaining?’’ Margarita smirked, used to their little games. The Rectoress puffed, smoke coming out of her nostril out of their own volition. A small smile, hidden behind rich wood and tobacco.

To have that pipe between her teeth, to have her lips where hers had been, to smell her, to smell like her, to be close to her. Anything that she could grasp, she would take, drag it out of that thick curtain of nicotine.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40244004

Rebirth

54,191 words, 9 chapters

Tissaia De Vries/Margarita Laux-Antille; Triss Merigold/ Philippa Eilhart;Sabrina Glevissig/Elves 

They came to Aretuza plague-ridden, beaten and diseased. They were reborn in the great halls, under the watchful eyes and caring hands of Tissaia De Vries. They left as enchantresses that shaped the Continent.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40544625

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Your wish is my command @greyduckgreygoose​!

Bonus post-mountain version of ‘Lay Down Your Loyalties’

[restmyheadatnightcontent]

touching 3 yennskier?

cw: hospitals, mentions of seizures, illness

3. Hiding face in their neck

She is breathless when she finally makes it to the waiting room, eyes frantically searching until she at last sees him slumped in a chair in the corner, head in hands. She quickly navigates her way through the maze of legs and chairs and comes to sit beside him.

He glances quickly to the side before making to return his head to his hands, no doubt thinking her just another unlucky soul waiting for their turn, when he lifts his head again and looks at her properly, and she can see the mixture of emotions that cross his face in a fraction of a second: the relief, the surprise, the tiredness, the fear and the love.

“What are you doing here?” he asks, voice hoarse and she wonders how long he has been left to sit and stew here on his own, with nothing but his worries for company.

“I came as soon as I could,” she answers, reaching up to brush a stray strand of hair from his eyes.

“But Ciri–”

“Is with Triss. She’s fine, looking forward to an impromptu sleepover,” Yennefer cuts in, hand moving down to cup his cheek. “Now, have you heard anything?”

Jaskier had phoned her earlier, more panicked and scared than she had ever heard him, explaining to her that he wasn’t sure when he would be home as he had had to accompany Essi to the hospital after she collapsed at work, and she was going in for surgery and as her next of kin he needed to be there. He hadn’t asked her to come, but hearing his trembling voice through the phone, Yennefer knew she would not leave him to cope with this alone.

Yennefer knows that Essi is like another sister to Jaskier, and she knows that he loves her, that she was his family when he had no other. She also knows that whenever Essi has not been well, it has been Jaskier that has cared for her, a responsibility he has often carried alone. He does his best for her and more, and she knows that Essi deeply appreciates everything he has ever done for her.

But she also knows the toll it takes on him; the frantic phone calls he has received in the middle of the night, the sleepless nights he has spent in hospital waiting for her, the number of ignorant arseholes he has to put in their place whenever they have done anything to make Essi feel like anything other than capable.

Perhaps things would have been different if she had had someone fight like this for her when she was the one trapped in hospital, instead of being pushed and pulled so much by the will of others. At least Essi does not have to suffer the same poor fate as her.

Jaskier lets out a shaky sigh next to her, and she can see the edges of him starting to fray, the minute shivers running through him, the nervous wringing of his hands. Before she got Ciri, there wasn’t really anyone that she would have felt that feeling of fear and helplessness and gut-churning worry about not knowing whether or not they would be okay, and looking at Jaskier now, she isn’t sure how she would fare in a situation like this. She is a practical person, nothing is more terrifying to her than the unknown and she is sure that if she were in his position right now that she would be falling apart, but somehow Jaskier is just managing to hold himself together, barely, but still he is managing.

She is not good with words like him, she doesn’t know what to say, the usual comforting words would just feel flat and empty on her tongue and she knows he would see straight through them. So instead, she simply takes his hands and holds him steady.

Eventually, he starts to talk, voice trembling. “It wasn’t like her normal seizures - it was - I can’t describe but I just know that it was bad and then they took her away and no-one has told me anything and I–” he breaks off with a sob, and she brings her hand up and threads it through his hair, guiding his head to her shoulder, letting him tuck his face into his neck.

“I just need to know that she’s alright,” he whispers brokenly into her neck, his own hands coming to her sides, knuckles white where they clench the fabric of her shirt. “I don’t know what I’ll do otherwise. Because if she isn’t alright then–”

“She will be,” she hushes him, pressing a kiss into his hair. “She will be.”

And she knows that right now he may not quite believe her, but she will believe enough for the both of them.

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[aeddfgynvael]

How would you continue?

"I vow on the love of my lady, Essi Daven, to respect the chivalric virtues"

[thedemonofcat]

Was I the only one expecting at some point to hear a small snippet of Jaskier and Essi singing in the Siren of Deep teaser trailer?

[jew-flexive]

mostly we don’t want to harm each other

a collaboration for the 2021 @geraskierbigbang​! fic by: @jew-flexive​; a03 art by: @breannaneo​ fic rating: teen word count: 16,275 relationships: geralt/jaskier, past jaskier/countess de stael, minor geralt/yennefer warnings: no archive warnings apply tags: alternate universe - modern setting, angst with a happy ending, not actually unrequited love, kid fic, jewish jaskier, past underage, emotional infidelity, famous jaskier, domestic fluff, new york city, jewish identity, alcohol, post-divorce, healing, yiddish, pov jaskier, pov jewish character summary:

“Thank you,” he murmurs to Geralt as they sit together on his couch, both nursing hot toddies (Geralt’s praise for Jaskier’s heavy pour was so effusive it made him blush like he hasn’t since he was a teenager and Victoria Stael had him by the wrist at a Grammys afterparty) and watching the girls play with the LEGO set Jaskier got Essi for Chanukah. It’s for the gifts but it’s also for everything else. “The wine is really more for me than for you, Jas,” Geralt smirks, but he softens quickly, his gaze warm, nudging Jaskier with his shoulder, understanding what Jaskier was trying to say without needing to be told. “But no problem.”

That’s what Jaskier likes about Geralt. With him, some things can be left unsaid. Jaskier never thought he’d take such comfort in silence, wordsmith that he is and has always been, but with Geralt, he is learning how to sit with the quiet, how to speak without sound.

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[bambirex]

It's A Game We Play: Chapter 5

Pairings: Geraskier, Yennskier, Radskier

Characters: Jaskier, Geralt of Rivia, Yennefer of Vengerberg, Radovid, original female characters, Essi Daven, Priscilla, Ciri of Cintra, Valdo Marx

Additional tags: inspired by Mamma Mia! (movies), crack, alpha/omega/beta dynamics, omega jaskier, alpha geralt, alpha yennefer, beta radovid, awkwardness, jaskier is a good parent, protective jaskier, weddings, found family, post mpreg, fluff and humor, alternate universe-modern setting, jaskier is having the worst time of his life, valdo is here to make everything worse, confusion, banter, insecure jaskier, internalized slut shaming

Rating: teen and up audiences

Full word count: 13,761 words

Chapter word count: 3,051 words

Chapters: 5/?

Summary: Jaskier's daughter is about to marry the love of her life, and she decides she wants both her parents at her wedding. Only problem is that Jaskier has slept with a little too many people in his youth, so the identity of the other parent is a mystery. That does not stop the bride-to-be from inviting three potential daddy candidates and unleashing absolute chaos in the process.

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Otherwise known as Jaskier's terrible horrible no good past decisions leading to terrible horrible no good outcomes. Also known as the Mamma Mia! AU nobody asked for, but I wrote it anyway.

Chapter summary: In which Jaskier has to deal with PVSD (post-Valdo Stress Disorder), feral goats, and three people from his past that he thought would never ever see again.

Author's notes: Jaskier deserves a break, but he isn't getting one. Sorry, my poor son. I'm continuing my stride of inflicting more emotional turmoil on these poor, unfortunate souls.

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By the time Jaskier got home, he managed to calm down a little bit. Well, he wasn't ready to commit gruesome murder anymore, but his brain was still ticking like a bomb just imagining Valdo Marx's smug grin. Why was this happening to him? What has he done to deserve this? It must have been a cruel, sick play of fate that Sara's mother happened to be best friends with the manager of Valdo's annoying theater band. Jaskier would have to sit down with her and beg her to pick someone else- surely there were other bands that wouldn't ask for millions just to play at a small wedding!

Worst case scenario, he would ask Priscilla and Essi to back him up and play some Sandpipers songs. Amaryllis specifically asked him not to play, because she wanted Jaskier there as a father, not as an employee, but desperate times called for dramatic measures. Either way, Jaskier needed to figure out a way to get rid of his rival before he ruined his beloved baby's big day.

The inn was bustling with guests at this time of the year. Each of them greeted Jaskier happily when he walked through the door. It made Jaskier smile. He had many guests who returned each year, and he saw new faces as well all the time. It was a small business, but people loved the Dandelion Inn, and its owner. Jaskier just wished the costs of holding up a place like that would be cheaper. He's been struggling with paying the bills on time lately, and since the inn was a mostly seasonal business, he had trouble scraping enough money together in the quieter months. But Jaskier promised Auntie he wouldn't let the inn fall apart, no matter what happened.

"Have you seen Amaryllis today?" Jaskier asked Angela, his receptionist. She was a sweet old lady who was hired by Auntie, and Jaskier refused to kick her out, even though she worked slowly and kept mixing up the room numbers. In fact, Jaskier refused to fire anyone from the old staff. There weren't many job opportunities on the island, and even though Jaskier struggled with the costs of keeping all the staff, he didn't want to put them out on the street.

"She had to go to the library, emergency call," Angela explained, not even looking up from her magazine. Jaskier raised an eyebrow.

"Emergency? In a library?"

"The pipes started leaking and she was called in for emergency inventory. But before that, she dropped off a girl here and said something about the goat shed, but I couldn't hear her, you know my ear isn't that good anymore, dear."

"Okay," Jaskier concluded with a sigh. "Wait, what girl? Sara?"

"No, not Sara! I would recognize her! No, it's that one, sitting at that table!"

Jaskier turned to where Angela pointed. A teenage girl with ashen blonde hair was sitting at a table in the lobby, doodling in the guest book. Jaskier didn't recognize her as one of the guests, but with his head being all over the place lately, it was entirely possible he just forgot he's seen her before.

The girl looked up from the guest book and caught Jaskier staring. She grinned and waved at him. Jaskier waved back with a smile. Yeah, must have been one of the guests. He needed to keep better track of these things.

Amaryllis did help him out at the inn when she could, but she had a job at the library and couldn't always be there. Which was a shame, because her memory was much better than Jaskier's. Unfortunately, Jaskier was getting old, he needed to accept it.

"Did Amaryllis say if she fed the goats?" He asked Angela. She didn't react.

"Angela!"

"What was that, dear? You know my hearing isn't great!"

"The goats," Jaskier said louder, articulating each word, "did Amaryllis feed them?"

"I don't know, I don't think so."

Jaskier sighed, slumping against the reception desk. "Great. I'll have to deal with those stinky beasts again."

Another thing Auntie entrusted him with before she died was taking care of her herd of goats. As much as Jaskier loved his aunt, he did curse her sometimes for leaving those animals in his care. He inherited the whole place: not just the inn, but the small flat connected to it where he now lived, and that godforsaken goat shed in the yard.

Jaskier was pretty sure those goats had a personal agenda against him. They were so sweet with the guests, patiently letting small children pet them. They even posed for photos. And they absolutely adored Amaryllis, who, for some reason Jaskier couldn't comprehend, loved those monsters back. Jaskier still remembered the headache when his five years old daughter toddled inside the house with a baby goat in her arms and asked Jaskier if the goat could sleep in her bed. When Jaskier said no, Amaryllis managed to smuggle it in anyway, causing Jaskier a near heart attack when he pulled back the covers one day, and found a goat in the bed instead of his child.

Despite their otherwise sweet behavior, the goats acted completely feral around Jaskier. They bit him and knocked him over constantly, and Jaskier was sure his eardrums would give in one day with how loud they kept screaming. Maybe they sensed he wasn't exactly fond of them. All the same, they were a necessary evil that came with his inheritance.

He changed his clothes quickly, because he was sure his pretty floral shirt would be ripped apart by the goats. He changed it to a simple white shirt and a pair of comfortable shorts before he grabbed a bucket, cursing under his breath all the way to the shed.

"First Valdo Marx, then these fucking goats," Jaskier huffed, "what's next? The aliens will come to abduct me? Fuck's sake. Emergency inventory, my god. As if they don't have several copies of War and Peace. No, let's save the books, it's all fine, who cares that I will be murdered by these monsters?"

He came to a halt before the shed, taking several deep breaths. Alright, he needed to calm down a little bit. He experienced too much stress lately with the wedding planning. Deep breaths, positive thoughts, he told himself. Everything was gonna be okay.

He opened the door and slipped inside the shed, holding the bucket out in front of him like a shield. Just like that, one of the goats, an old, black one that Jaskier was convinced was Satan himself in disguise, knocked into it, sending vegetables flying.

"Asshole," Jaskier huffed, entangling the goat's horns that got twisted in the handle of the bucket. "I brought you lunch, and that's how you thank me!?"

He heard something stir in the corner. One of the baby goats kept sniffing at a large haystack, craning its neck to look behind it. It started stomping on the floor with its hooves, the sound not helping Jaskier's impending headache.

"The hell are you doing there...?"

Jaskier's face went pale when he noticed something that looked like a human leg, pulling back behind the haystack. The blood ran cold in his veins. Someone was in his shed.

"Amaryllis?" He tried. No response came. Jaskier's heart pounded like a hammer inside his chest. He slowly approached the haystack, the hairs on his arms standing on end. When he said he was gonna be abducted, he meant it as a joke!

"Who's there?" Jaskier called again, trying to will his voice not to tremble. "I have a metal bucket in my hands, it hits hard! And I have pepper spray in my pocket! And a rape whistle! I would reveal myself if I were you before it was too late, because I'm... I'm feral!"

A hand emerged from behind the haystack, palm up, as if signaling they came with peace. Jaskier still held onto the bucket, just in case.

The rest of the stranger's body was revealed. Jaskier's eyes widened, and his mouth fell agape. He wobbled on his feet, white noise filling his head. His vision started to swim as amber eyes looked into his own. Familiar white hair, with a few pieces of hay stuck into it. A painfully sharp jawline, now covered with a beard. A tall, broad built, that didn't seem to change all that much since Jaskier last saw him. And he still wore black, from head to toe.

Before Jaskier had a chance to say or do anything, another figure emerged from behind the hay. Jaskier's jaw somehow dropped even lower as he spotted that reddish-blond hair, and those always inquiring blue eyes. Sharp features with thicker stubble than last time. That lean body, clad in expensive clothes. That careful little smile.

Jaskier dropped the bucket, the sound like a gunshot when the third figure came in sight. Black hair, not reaching the middle of her back anymore, just falling past her shoulders. Intense violet eyes. Plump lips, a little chapped. Warm skin and a black dress that hugged her still perfect body.

They all changed here and there, but they mostly looked the same. There was no mistaking them for anyone else. Now, Jaskier only had one question.

"What in the fucking fuck of a fucking hell you all are doing here!?"

"Jaskier," Radovid spoke first, his voice dripping with fake confidence, even though his eyes looked alarmed at Jaskier's outburst. "It's so good to see you, again."

"What are you doing in my goat shed," Jaskier wasn't proud of the way his voice came out as a whimper. But, excuse his French, he was shocked as all hell. Three figures from his past, three people he's romanced literal decades ago, the three people in the sea of his one-night stands that left the biggest mark on him, now stood in front of him. He blinked several times, but the vision didn't pass. They remained standing there, confused, as if they weren't the ones who showed up here for no reason.

"That's a long story," Yennefer sighed. She wrapped her arms around herself as she blinked up at Jaskier. "Shit, it's been a while. I don't know what I'm supposed to say."

"Me neither," Geralt chimed in. He gave Jaskier a small, uncertain smile. Jaskier did his best to ignore the feeling it gave him. "You look..."

"No, no, you're not getting out of this without an explanation," Jaskier scoffed. He put his hands on his hips, glaring at them with all the anger he could muster. "Why are you even on the island? What do you want?"

"What do you mean," Radovid chuckled, a little bitterly, "what do we want? Is this a joke?"

"If it is, it's not funny," Yennefer scoffed. She gently pushed a baby goat away that tried to chew on her dress. "We didn't travel hours on a fucking ferry for you to pretend like you don't know why we're here."

"What!?" Jaskier could feel himself getting hysterical. "What kind of sick prank is this? Which one of you came up with this? How do you even know each other!?"

"Jaskier, we came as quickly as we could," Geralt said. "We dropped everything at home just to come here. It's been... a very weird and exhausting couple of hours. Would you tell us what's going on?"

"Me? You tell me what's going on! I haven't seen your faces in twenty years, and now you suddenly pop up in my freaking goat shed!? And I'm the one who owes YOU an explanation!?"

"You were the one who wrote to us!" Radovid said, pointing a finger at Jaskier and making him raise an eyebrow.

"I beg your pardon?"

"You sent us all an ominous letter, about some life and death situation and how we needed to come see you in person," Yennefer explained. "And that we should pack enough clothes for a few weeks. You promised you would be at the dock, but it was actually your..."

"Wait, wait, wait, wait," Jaskier interrupted her, holding his hands up. He looked over all of them, his confusion growing with each passing second. "Hold your goddamn horses. I did not write you a letter. I didn't write a letter to anyone, let alone the three of you."

"Okay, then what is this?" Geralt asked, reaching into his pocket. He handed Jaskier a crumpled piece of paper. Jaskier skimmed it. The lines blurred together in front of his eyes as he realized what happened.

"That's not my handwriting," he whispered to mostly himself, "that's Amaryllis's."

Oh, holy sweet cow. It all started to make sense. Amaryllis asking about her other parent. Her expressing the need to find out who it is, so they could be there at her wedding. His diary mysteriously switching places in his drawer. He did not misplace that diary. Amaryllis must've taken it out and read it. And she was a smart girl, and a very determined one, as well... if she read it all, if she read about Jaskier's affairs, she put the pieces together - the pieces that Jaskier never dared to.

He nearly collapsed. He only managed to stay on his feet because Geralt caught him around the waist, holding him up.

"You okay?" He asked, his eyes full of concern. The other two moved closer, hovering at his side anxiously. He was surrounded by them in his anguish. It triggered an old dream, a wish he had made a long time ago. Memories flooded his brain, memories of the most intense pain he has ever felt in his life. Pathetically sobbing for someone to come and hold him - Geralt, Radovid, Yennefer, someone, please. I can't do this alone. I wish you were here and held my hand. Auntie, why did you have to leave me so soon? Hell, Mum, I hate you for what you did to me, but I would settle for even you. I just don't wanna give birth alone, don't wanna raise this baby alone, I'm scared, I can't do this...

"My daughter wrote to you," Jaskier whispered. He tore himself away from them, stumbling on his feet. "She pretended to be me to lure you here."

"Fuck," Yennefer whispered, "we've met her."

Jaskier snorted. "You did, huh? I guess she was the one waiting on the docks, then."

"Indeed," Radovid sighed. "She said something about how we should get to know each other better before her wedding, and that one of us should be there for some reason. Then, she practically shoved us back in our cars and told us to drive here. She made us hide out here and she promised she would explain everything, but she got a phone call and left."

"This isn't real," Jaskier laughed hysterically, shaking his head. "This is a nightmare. No, actually, I think I'm dead. And now I'm in hell. Oh, I might be burning soon!"

"Why did Amaryllis write to us?" Geralt asked. "And why does she want us to be there at her wedding?"

"Oh, that's gonna be great. Just absolutely gorgeous. I'm going to strangle her."

"Jaskier," Yennefer hissed, "would you calm down and tell us what's going on!?"

"So, none of you have a hunch," Jaskier snorted. He sighed deeply at their confused stares. "Well, I assume you all realized I've gotten to know each of you pretty well in the past."

"Yeah, we got that," Radovid huffed. Jaskier ignored the emotion the sheer jealousy in his voice evoked in him.

"Well. I have a suggestion why Amaryllis picked you three out of my past affairs, specifically."

Geralt sent him a confused look. "Why?"

"I assume it's because she read my diary, where I wrote about you. And the entries were dated. And well, she might have done a little bit of Math. Which wasn't difficult, considering I'm unmated, so no known daddy or mommy disrupting this lovely picture."

Recognition soon started seeping into their eyes. Their faces turned pale simultaneously.

"When was Amaryllis born?" Radovid asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Jaskier rubbed at his temples, feeling his headache increase.

"May 2003. You're good at Math, aren't you?"

"Now I wish I wasn't," Radovid groaned. Yennefer's eyes widened.

"You're implying that one of us...?"

Geralt swore under his breath. Jaskier imagined the goat shed collapsing over them. He wished it would happen.

"That one of you is Amaryllis's other parent, yes. And she clearly figured that out, too. Congratulations to someone here, I guess."

The silence was deafening except for the goats bleating in the background. Jaskier's three ex lovers stood still as statues, none of them daring to say anything. Jaskier felt a tear run down his face, but he felt too exhausted to wipe it off.

He struggled so hard to forget about them, to erase their smiles, their voices from his mind. To stop remembering their warmth, the feeling of their arms around him. The thought of seeking them out was constantly on the back of his mind after he found out he was pregnant. He knew their address, but he also knew that he didn't mean anything to either of them, not the way they meant to him. They had other things to take care of, and Jaskier wasn't one of them. Would they have even come back, if they found out Jaskier was pregnant? Would they have cared at all? Geralt, with his insistence that he couldn't give Jaskier what he wanted anyway, Radovid with that giant company, and Yennefer who had better hopes than tying herself down on a tiny island - they wouldn't have come back for him, no way.

Why they were here now, Jaskier didn't understand. Why now, after so many years? How come they didn't forget about him? Why were they standing here, staring at him in confusion, after twenty years, just because of a stupid letter?

Maybe it was because they actually... no, he couldn't allow himself to go there. They didn't love him. Not like that. This was all just a giant misunderstanding.

Jaskier felt like he was going to get sick. This was just too much.

He faintly heard them calling his name as he stormed out of the shed, but he didn't turn around.