#yenskier fic

[hannibard]

In almost all yennskier fics there's an element of geraskier, them being exes or Jaskier having unrequited feelings for Geralt, and while that's fine and all, I'm desperate for some fics WITHOUT geraskier, with Jaskier having to deal with all the angst that comes with being in love with your best friend's girlfriend/ex bc even if Yennefer loved him back, Jaskier is too loyal to Geralt to ever do anything about it.

Imagine them all traveling together post Voleth Meir and Jaskier and Yennefer desperately trying to hide their feelings while failing a bit more each day.

Imagine the secret lingering looks and gentle touches and maybe a kiss or two when they're left alone and can't hold back.

Imagine Jaskier writting song after song about her and having to lie when Geralt and Ciri ask who it's about. Yennefer would pretend not to know.

Imagine Jaskier going back to his usual manwhore self, sleeping with any willing person around except Yennefer and imagine Yennefer slowly giving in to Geralt's attempts to get back together, hoping her feelings for him will rekindle one day. Imagine the jealousy!

[tiredmoonslut]

Heyyy could I have some good Yennefer-centric fic recs thrown my way, any ship or pairing allowed. Thank youuuu

[perseruna]

yennskier fic recs

it came to my attention that my last fic rec post is over a year old and in that time there’s been so many new amazing yennskier fics so here’s some that i particularly enjoyed <3

nerve damage by dandelionslute 

Yennefer thinks Jaskier is the key to winning Geralt’s trust after her Voleth Meir betrayal. Or at least that’s how it started.

Somewhere Just Beyond My Reach (There's Someone Reaching Back For Me) by Biromantic_Nerd

(Or, the one with kidnapped Yennefer, mind games, and whump)

like your blood knows the way by thedeadparrot

Holding down a bard and using him for her own pleasure seemed like a much better plan at the time.

Some strange music draws me in (makes me come on like some heroine) by DancingWithTheFae

It’s Belleteyn and Yennefer is alone in amongst the celebrations until a certain bard spots her and asks her to dance.

The Likes of You by ghostinthelibrary

“Yennefer of Vengerberg, my most dearly detested, witch of my heart, terror of ballsacks all over the Continent, will you do me the honor of becoming my bride?" Yennefer growls at him.

of mice and men (and witches) by dandelionslute

Jaskier's new best friend is a collection of mice, and he's in love with Geralt's Witch.

Man, things have changed since Posada.

a long way down to reach the sea by chryysaskk

Drained, devoid of purpose and having escaped mages and soldiers alike, Yennefer and Jaskier hide in a cottage by the sea. It may or may not be as pleasant as it sounds.

Better Off Without by fluffersmutter

Yennefer and Jaskier find out just how much better off they can be without Geralt.

when the night falls by greyduckgreygoose

“Your companion for a banquet?” He tried to focus on his frustration. “That’s what you dragged me here for?”

And When We're Done by KaRaEa

She presses her cold feet to his legs, ignoring his resulting scowl. "It's too cold to sleep alone, and you're the only one in this keep who doesn't hate me."

"Not true," he argues.

Yennefer scoffs. "Don't go soft on me and try to convince me all's forgiven. I know they only keep me around because Ciri needs a teacher."

"No, I meant I hate you too, obviously," Jaskier says without pause.

your finger brushes mine by xianvar

Five times Yennefer kisses Jaskier, and one time he returns the favour, all while escaping Oxenfurt in the aftermath of Jaskier’s torture.

i hurl myself (i heal myself) by dandelionslute

Jaskier wants to feel it. The hurt, the heartbreak, the pain and punishment. He deserves it.

Yennefer is more than willing to oblige.

what you see is not the dark by ghostinthelibrary

But when an unexpected betrayal rocks Yennefer to her core, she starts to realize that her mind may no longer be her own.

So Much More Than Your Nightmares by ButterBard

Jaskier awakens from a nightmare to find Geralt and Ciri asleep, but no sign of Yennefer. When he finds her, sat on a log, they talk about their dreams.

Pivot by kuwdora

Yennefer digs the heel of her boot into Jaskier’s chest and watches the uncertainty unfold on his face. He’s flat on his back, eyes round with offense and no small amount of fear.

But the Story is This by Ren-writes (JaysAndRavens)

What if the bard fell in love with the sorceress he always sung about?

A Heart Worth Mending by xianvar

It starts as a joke. But when they’re on the run and need a cover to get out of Oxenfurt, it doesn’t seem like quite so stupid an idea. And it’s not like they have to worry about actual feelings getting involved, right?

Learning Curve by kuwdora

When Yennefer's insecurities about her new teaching responsibilities keep her up at night, she finds comfort at Jaskier's side.

Imprimatur by RoadkillJackdaw

Jaskier and Yennefer spend some time together in Kaer Morhen after the battle against Voleth Meir.

the kindest thing by DancingWithTheFae

Jaskier wakes Yennefer from a nightmare. Of all the people to accept comfort from, she didn't expect to actually want it from him.

[thingsthatneedtobesaidsblog]

Yenskier Fic's

One thing I hate and typically avoid in Yenskier smut is the dom/sub tag which honestly makes up the majority of just smut stand-alone Yenskier fics. And in all if not the biggest majority of those fics Yen is always the dom and Jaskier the sub. I don't have a problem with that cuz it fits their characterization but I really wish there was more sub Yen and Dom Jaskier because I'm sick just a little of reading how Yen turns Jaskier into a whimpering mess. I NEED more fics where just Jaskier touching Yennefer makes her melt like butter!! Where just the slightly suggestive look has her legs turn to jelly. I need a more protective Jaskier and more venerable Yennefer and I know it's outside their character scope but we've seen both aspects of these characters Jaskier being slightly protective and Yennefer being venerable. That's my rant about Yenskier smut.

[podcastenthusiast]

Sometimes I listen to the Old Witch Sleep and the Good Man Grace and as you do I think about Jaskier composing it at Kaer Morhen.

The first part of the song has this really soft, simple-sounding guitar (I dunno shit about music but it sounds like maybe 2-3 chords?) and his voice is quiet, tentative, a little sad. I imagine Jaskier with his new lute; he doesn't know yet if his burnt hands can still play like they used to. Honestly he's afraid to find out.

But he knows he has to sing to help the elves, the witchers, everyone. And he also knows that if he doesn't finish this particular song it's likely to tear him apart. For a while it hurts to strum even the simplest melody, which is only a little better than the numbness and weakness he'd feared. Still, anything more complex is impossible to play.

Yennefer reminds him that even with magic it will take time for his hands to heal (adding that she'll learn to play the damn lute herself if he doesn't fully recover). Ciri shows off her new fencing calluses with pride and that reminds him it will take time to develop his own again, too.

It does get better. Everything does. He sings, he heals, he plays the lute until his confidence returns. He tells the story of the Seven, of course. He tries, in his small way, to make things right.

It takes a long time but when he finally finishes the Old Witch Sleep and the Good Man Grace, a song that's just for him and no one else, it feels like exorcising a spirit from his body.

Geralt--having overheard it because this is a witcher fortress full of witchers--looks at him like he's seeing Jaskier for the very first time.

[kuwdora]

Syllable Yen/Jaskier, Explicit some d/s, orgasm control/delay

“Yennefer,” Jaskier pleads. Yen moves smoothly on his cock, the pleasure circling low in her core. Her orgasm is just out of reach, but she’s in no hurry.

Jaskier is sprawled against the sheets, sweaty and used, but still hanging onto pillow behind his head. He’s not allowed to touch, not allowed to come. Not until she’s done. Yen wants to see how long she can make him writhe.

Yen clenches around his erection and stills her hips.

Jaskier struggles beneath her, twisting his fists in the pillow.

“Yennefer—Yennef…”

She takes her time, rocking agonizingly slow on his cock, and he keeps repeating her name, too strung out for sentences. His begging finally reaches a low, fevered pitch, and it ignites the simmering orgasm in Yen’s body. She braces her hands on his shoulders and slams down on his cock and begins riding him urgently into her climax.

“Yennnnnnnnnnn,” Jaskier whines, his face pinched in ugly pleasure.

She loses herself in his breathless whimpering. It’s music to her ears.

also on ao3

[yennskier-feed-ao3]

What Changed I Ask

What Changed I Ask

by Descarada

After Voleth Meir and the massacre at Kaer Morhen, Yen spirals into thoughts of self harm. She feels alone, rejected by Geralt, and is just beginning to feel the effects of the trauma she suffered when she'd lost her magic.

Then she discovers a pair of dimeritium cuffs.

When she allows the cuffs to take away her magic momentarily, and then she regains it, it begins to restore her sense of safety.

But she needs more to help her heal. A most unlikely person (Jaskier), is her port in the storm.

----

The cuffs sat on the table beside them, wrapped in her scarf. She pulled them out slowly, almost tenderly, and sat them in the space between her knees and Jaskier. The key laid next to them.

Jaskier fell into a reverent silence. The crackling of his torch and the tinkling of the chains was the only sound.

“Alright,” she said. “I’m going to put them on. I’ll click the first one shut, then the second one. Then you’ll lock them. Go ahead, pick up the key.”

Jaskier picked up the key and slid it between his fingers, stroking it like it was a talisman. He was barely breathing, watching her like she was some kind of goddess.

She cleared her throat and looked down. “Here we go.”

Words: 13035, Chapters: 2/4, Language: English

Fandoms: The Witcher (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Jaskier | Dandelion, Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, Vesemir (The Witcher), Lambert (The Witcher), Coën (The Witcher), Eskel (The Witcher)

Relationships: Jaskier | Dandelion/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg

Additional Tags: Getting Together, Post-Season/Series 02, Yen's PTSD, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Oral Sex, Safe Sane and Consensual, Safeword Use, BDSM to heal from trauma, POV Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Soft Dom Jaskier, First time sub Yennefer, Handcuffs, Light BDSM, Title from a The Amazing Devil Song, Song: The Calling (The Amazing Devil), Post-Canon, Kaer Morhen (The Witcher), Oh and Eskel is alive, I will not be taking questions about that at this time

[fanby-fckry]

I Didn’t Peg You for a Sore Loser (But Here We Are)

Day 1 of Kinktober, 2023: Pegging

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2,297

Fandom: The Witcher

Relationships: Jaskier/Yennefer, Background Jaskier/OC, Background Yennefer/OC, Implied Geralt/Jaskier/Yennefer Polyamory

Characters: Jaskier, Yennefer, Geralt

Additional Tags: Friends With Benefits, Bets & Wagers, Sex Toys, Pegging, Nipple Clamps

Summary: Jaskier and Yennefer make a bet. Loser bottoms.

Better on AO3

{ ✧ }

Jaskier couldn’t take his eyes off her. The way her dark hair pooled across her shoulders, the way her lips curved when she laughed. And those eyes… captivating. Truly, this woman had caught not only his eye, but his heart; he needed to tell her.

Jaskier rose from his seat, only to be stopped short by an iron grip on his arm.

“Sit back down, Bard,” Yennefer said, pulling Jaskier back onto the bench beside her. She nodded towards the woman across the tavern – the beautiful brunette with the emerald green eyes that Jaskier was certain he’d fallen in love with – and said bluntly, “She beds women.”

“We’ll have something in common then,” Jaskier quipped, and tried to get up again.

“Only women,” Yennefer said firmly, shoving Jaskier down again.

Jaskier huffed. He was growing rather tired of being literally pushed around. And besides…

“How could you possibly know that, Witch?” he demanded. “Do you know her? Did you… did you read her mind?”

“No, and no,” Yennefer replied.

“Then, how?”

Yennefer smirked. “Intuition. She has a way about her.”

Jaskier turned his gaze back to brunette. She was sitting at a table with two men and one other woman, talking and laughing as she ate. She didn’t seem to be involved with or attracted to any of them. No lingering touches, no longing gazes, and no overt intimacy, either.

It’s not that Jaskier didn’t understand what Yennefer meant by ‘intuition.’ He often had the same experience, although usually in the other direction. An inexplicable, yet innate sense of when a man might be interested in sharing his bed with another man.

It was a very useful skill to have. It would be more useful if he chose to heed it when it told him a man he was interested in wouldn’t reciprocate – but nothing ventured, nothing gained. Speaking of which…

“I. Call. Bullshit.” He laid each word out separately, presenting them to the Witch like a challenge. “I think you’re trying to narrow down the competition. You’re just as taken with her as I am, and you want me out of the way to better your odds.”

“There’s no competition, Jaskier,” Yennefer said. “Even if she bedded men, I would come out on top.”

Jaskier narrowed his eyes. “Wanna bet?”

“Sure,” Yennefer said without missing a beat. “I’ll even let you go first. To prove I wasn’t trying to ‘get you out of the way.’”

Jaskier rose to his feet only to be immediately pulled back down again.

“Fuck, what is it this time?” he asked.

“We haven’t chosen stakes.”

Oh. No, they hadn’t.

“Umm…” Jaskier looked from Yennefer to the brunette and back again, trying to think of appropriate stakes. But it was hard to concentrate on anything besides those gorgeous, green eyes.

“Maybe I should choose,” Yennefer said. “Since you’re busy thinking with your other head.”

“I am not-” Jaskier started to protest, but quickly gave up. “Oh alright, you pick, then. What’ll it be, Yennefer?”

“Hmm,” she hummed. After a moment’s thought, she answered, “Winner fucks her, loser gets fucked.”

“As in…?”

“As in if you take her to bed, I’ll let you stick your cock in me when you get back.” That’d happened a few times now. They’d grown closer – in more ways than one – since Jaskier had realized she wasn’t going to steal Geralt away from him.

“But if I take her to bed,” Yennefer continued. “I’ll come back and pound your arse harder than the collision of the spheres.”

In truth, Jaskier wouldn’t consider either of those outcomes a loss.

“And if neither of us bed her?”

Yennefer took a drink. “Then Destiny fucks us both.”

Jaskier winced. “She’s been doing a lot of that anyway,” he said under his breath.

He turned to address Yennefer. “Alright, Witch. I accept your terms. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to work some magic of my own.”

{ ✧ }

Twenty minutes later, Jaskier was sulking alone at the table he once shared with Yennefer when Geralt sat down beside him.

“I picked up a contract,” Geralt told him. “But there’s not much to go on. I’m going to talk to some of the locals, see if I can get more information.” He scanned the rest of the tavern over his shoulder. “Where’s Yen?”

Jaskier sighed. “Winning a bet.”

{ ✧ }

“You cheated,” Jaskier accused. “You cheated, didn’t you? You awful, horrid Witch. You read her mind beforehand, lied about it, and egged me on so that I’d make a fool of myself.”

Yennefer raised one eyebrow. “I did no such thing, Bard,” she said calmly. “I even tried to warn you, out of the goodness of my heart. And besides, you don’t need any help making a fool of yourself.”

“Out of the goodness of your heart,” Jaskier mimicked. “What an absolute load of-”

Yennefer fixed Jaskier with a stare that made his words die on his tongue. “You know, Bard.” She took a step closer, looking him up and down with violet eyes. There was chaos in those eyes, there always was – like a tempest brewed behind them. And she wore a wicked grin to match.

“I didn’t peg you for a sore loser.” She was close. So close, he could feel her breath on his skin. “But here we are.” So close, close enough to kiss.

Their lips met like storm swept waves crashing into the shore. She was a force of nature, and he, he was caught in her tide.

“Fuck me,” he whispered.

“That’s the plan, Bard.”

They made their way back to Yennefer’s room. She’d bewitched it as she always did, transforming what was once a drab bedroom with a shabby straw mattress into a thing of luxury.

Jaskier let himself be pushed onto the bed, now all soft down, velvet, and silk. He wouldn’t give up traveling with Geralt for all the comforts in the continent, but Melitele’s tits, it was nice to have a proper bed underneath him. Maybe he could convince Yennefer to let him and Geralt both spend nights with her when the three of them crossed paths.

“You know,” Jaskier said. Yennefer had left him, lying naked on the bed while she went to sift through a draw in one of the ornate dressers she’d conjured up. “I didn’t ask, but how is this going to work? Are you going to use your fingers or do you…”

His question was answered when Yennefer turned to show him that she’d found what she was looking for. In her hand, she held a length of polished, dark stone, sculpted in the shape of a phallus – and not a small one, either. Nothing he couldn’t take, of course, but it would absolutely be better than her fingers.

“Oh, fuck yes,” he said, eyes locked on the Witch and her dick. His own dick was very interested in the idea of it.

Yennefer exuded confidence and competence in almost every situation, including and especially in bed. There was no doubt in Jaskier’s mind that she knew her way around that toy.

Yennefer brought the phallus and a few other choice items back to the bed: a bottle of oil, a leather harness, and a long, silver chain, dripping with jewels. Once he got a closer look, Jaskier recognized the fastenings on either end of the chain. They weren’t meant to be clasped to each other, they were meant to be clasped to him.

“Yennefer, you delightful deviant,” he praised. “You’ve been holding out on me.”

“I’ve been testing the waters,” she said. “Seeing if the ‘Amour of Aedirn’ lives up to his reputation.”

“I’ll assume I exceeded your expectations, then.”

“And why would you think that, Bard?”

“Because you could have anyone you wanted in your bed. But you chose me,” Jaskier bragged.

Yennefer rolled her eyes. “You’re a good fuck and you make very pretty noises. I want to see what you’re like on the receiving end.”

“Then what are you waiting for, Witch?”

Yennefer straddled Jaskier, pushing him flat on the bed. Her hands and her mouth roamed across Jaskier’s chest. Jaskier moaned when she reached his nipple, lips barely grazing it before she sucked it into her mouth.

“Very, very pretty noises,” she praised, before taking him in her mouth again.

Once his left nipple was pert and flushed with blood, she moved on to his right. All the while, his hands were on her, in her hair and over her back. The Witch didn’t complain, and in fact, he could swear he felt her smile against his skin when he whispered her name.

When Yennefer deemed him ready, she retrieved the chain. “I’ll assume you’ve used something like these before,” she said. “But mine are a bit different. They’re enchanted not to cut off blood flow past a certain point; safe to wear for hours at a time. Their only limitations are how much you can handle.”

Jaskier sat up. “Oh, I can handle them, Witch,” he promised. “I bet that- Mmph!” His words were cut short as Yennefer attached the first clamp.

“You’re not really in a position to be making any more bets,” she said.

The metal bit into Jaskier’s skin – part pain and part pleasure. Yennefer added the second clamp and left the weight of the chain to hang in the middle. She skimmed her hand over his chest as he drew in deep breaths.

“Lay back,” she commanded, and Jaskier couldn’t help but obey.

The chain spilled over his chest as he laid on his back, each end having enough slack to fall in small arches over his sides. He relished in the feeling of it – the silver and jewels against his skin, the pressure and the pull of the fastenings.

Meanwhile, Yennefer got to work opening him up. Her hands moved over his hips and thighs, ignoring his dick seemingly on purpose. Jaskier lost track of where she was until one oil slicked finger probed at his entrance.

Jaskier raised his hips to meet her as she pressed her finger inside, and the movement shifted the chain. Jaskier moaned at the combined sensations of Yennefer inside him and the chain tugging at his nipples.

Yennefer sank in up to her third knuckle, and after a few strokes added another. Jaskier writhed beneath her as she found that spot inside him that lit his entire being aflame, and proceeded to tease the everloving hell out of him.

Three fingers in, when Jaskier was alternating between begging and cursing her name, Yennefer stopped. She pulled her fingers free and Jaskier whined at the loss.

“Oh, quiet you,” she scolded, playfully. “You won’t be empty for long, Bard.”

With practiced ease, Yennefer fitted the leather harness over her hips and thighs, stone cock standing proud. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as she slicked the stone with oil, palming her cock as if she could feel the touch.

“Is that enchanted too?” Jaskier asked, curious to see if the Witch’s reactions were just for show. “Does it feel like you really have a cock between your legs?”

Yennefer opened her eyes. “Didn’t think I’d let you have all the fun, did you, little flower?” Her voice was breathy and her eyes full of lust.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” Jaskier cursed. “You have no idea how incredibly sexy you are. Get your cock in me right now or I’m going to hop on it, myself.”

“Flip over, then. I want you from behind.”

Jaskier obeyed, getting on his hands and knees for the Witch and her enchanted cock. The chain tugged harshly at his nipples as he moved, and swung even after he was in position, the momentum still rocking through it. He was practically panting – and he didn’t even have her dick in him, yet!

Yennefer lined herself up at his entrance and slowly pressed her cock inside. Jaskier’s soft moan was matched by a deep inhale from Yennefer as she sunk into him in one, patient stroke.

Her cock was like nothing he’d had in him before. The texture was reminiscent of other toys he’d used in the past, but it tingled with chaos and moved like a living thing – he swore he felt it twitched when Yennefer bottomed out.

“Yennefer,” Jaskier whispered, as she sat, buried to the hilt inside him – most likely adjusting herself to the pressure.

“Jaskier,” she said in return. Her breath hitched as she began to move, rocking her hips and making small thrusts in and out.

“What happened to, ‘harder than the collision of the spheres?’” Jaskier teased.

Yennefer’s thrusts grew faster and harder. “Shut up, Bard,” she said.

“That’s Geralt’s line,” Jaskier commented, matching her movements with his own.

Yennefer grabbed Jaskier by his hair and forced his head down into the bed, quickening her thrusts once again.

The change in angle set Yennefer’s cock on a course to ram directly into Jaskier’s prostate, and any further complaints melted into moans and praises and curses and prayers.

“So good, so fucking good,” he rambled. “So good, Yen. Oh gods, the things you do to me, Witch.”

The clamps rubbed against the bed below him with every stroke of Yennefer’s hips. The soft, silk sheets felt like fire on Jaskier’s raw flesh. The combination of it all was almost too much.

“Yennefer, Yennefer,” he said her name like she was a goddess, and beneath her body, he’d found religion.

Yennefer’s hips stuttered, and she made some ‘very pretty noises’ of her own that Jaskier recognized from their previous encounters. The idea of Yennefer coming inside him combined with the more consistent pressure sent Jaskier tumbling over the edge mere moments after her.

“Best bet I ever lost,” Jaskier said, once he caught his breath again.

[flootzavut]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jaskier | Dandelion/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg Characters: Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Jaskier | Dandelion Additional Tags: Smut, queer, Trans Jaskier | Dandelion, Trans Male Character, First Kiss, First Time, Blanket Permission, just don't post to another site, Sexual Relationship, Softness, Emotional Sex, Yen doesn't know how to deal with Jaskier being so caring all over the place Summary:

She will, eventually, blame it all on Jaskier, because of course she will.

[doyelikehaggis]

I just posted my third yennskier fic!

(and it’s my first smutty yennskier fic)

[kingthunder]

This is my offering for the Winter Gift Exchange hosted by @witcherficwriters ! Yennskier with some bonus geraskefer! Hope you enjoy!

Read it here:

[loki-is-my-kink-awakening]

Fighting to get to you

Fandom: Witcher

Pairing: Geralt x Jaskier x Yennefer

Rating: Teen

Tags: kidnapping, rescue, polyamory, established relationship, danger, peril, action

Summary: Geralt and Yennefer fight tooth and nail to rescue Jaskier, held against his will in a castle on top of a perilous peak.

Written for @thewitcherflashfic challenge #72. I see a photo with lightning and immediately think of Jaskier held captive. Why? Idk, but I wasn't the only one.

Also, I don't usually just write action but fun fact, someone on a server said writing smut is like writing action, and me being the avid smut writer found this little nugget very helpful, only in reverse.

[eames-with-a-rose]

That bard witch hug did damage to me.

[astaldis]

Chapters: 9/9 Fandom: The Witcher (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Jaskier | Dandelion/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg Additional tags: Canon Divergence, Whump, Kidnapping, Major Character Injury, Hurt/Comfort, Protectiveness, Mutual Pining, you'll have to go through me, minor Blood Origin spoilers, Sickfic, Captivity, creepy captor, Jaskier Whump, Yennefer of Vengerberg Whump, Caretaker Jaskier, Hurt Yennefer of Vengerberg, Hurt Jaskier, Yennefer Loves Jaskier, Jaskier Loves Yennefer, POV Jaskier, POV Yennefer, Protective Yennefer, Brave Jaskier, Friends to Lovers, Doctor Jaskier, Slow Burn, You look pale, Comfort Food, Bedside Vigils Summary: Geralt, Yennefer, and Ciri learn that Jaskier has gone missing under suspicious circumstances. Circumstances that hint at a kidnapping. Yennefer leaves Geralt with Ciri and goes to save the bard. But not all goes as planned. The hero becomes the damsel in distress and Jaskier has to save the day. Post-season 2.

They stay for several more days. And, surprisingly enough, it does not become boring at all. Jaskier spoils Yennefer with more of his delicious rice pudding every morning, and, later in the day, with vegetable soups and fish stews, and once with an onion soup. She had to laugh so hard at the sight of the onion rings swimming in the soup, tears came to her eyes from the resulting pain in her side. No, laughing like this is not a good idea, not yet. So, Jaskier has not made his special onion soup again, although it is so good it is almost legendary, at least according to the bard. Considerate as he is, he also refrains from joking around too much, but resorts to telling Yennefer all kinds of adventure stories instead. Her favourite, of course, is the one of the Seven. She has never heard of it before, not even at Aretuza. Nobody ever mentioned how the Conjunction of the Spheres happened and she always assumed it was just bad luck on a cosmic scale, a totally fucked up fluke of fate. Instead this most decisive event for the continent and elvenkind appears to be intricately connected to the monoliths. And those, in turn, to Ciri. If the story is true - and Jaskier is convinced it is and that he did not dream it all up - this is a revelation. She will have to ponder on it - a lot. And do more research, yes, definitely, a lot more research. Speak to Geralt and Istredd, too. But not just yet. The mystery of the monoliths has waited for more than a thousand years. It can wait for another day or two. However, there is one more mystery waiting to be solved, one that is lying right next to her, longish brown hair falling into his cornflower blue eyes while he is holding her hand and talking a mile a minute about ... Darn, having been deeply absorbed in her own thoughts, she does not even know what he is talking about. Something about dandelions? Why is Jaskier talking about dandelions?

"Jaskier," she interrupts his flow of words, "Is it true? Are you a spy? For Redanian Intelligence? I simply refuse to believe this."

"I know," he rolls his eyes in his typical Jaskier way, obviously not offended by her sudden change of topic. "Sounds like the worst idea ever. I can hardly believe it myself. The things that happen to you ..." He shakes his head, an expression of bewilderment plastered on his face. "And no, Yen, I wasn't even drunk when I said yes."

"You were sober when you agreed to become a spy for Dijkstra? Have you totally lost your marbles? I know you are a bloody moron sometimes, but this? This is ridiculous! Fuck, Jask, why would you even do it?"

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To myself: Must keep that new idea an idea with maybe some more idea thinking of it. Don’t get so attached that I have to start writing it. Don’t think of Arthur as a fae prince. Don’t think of maybe something like Merlin being a witch that maybe interests the good neighbors because he’s Emrys and that means something to this AU universe. Idk. Don’t think about maybe working together to overthrow Uther or something like that.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Witcher (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jaskier | Dandelion & Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Jaskier | Dandelion/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg Characters: Jaskier | Dandelion, Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg Additional Tags: Post-The Witcher (TV) Season 2, like an hour after the last episode, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Feels, can be read as romantic or platonic but either way I'd call it, Developing Relationship, Late Night Conversations, Hugs, the idea for this came upon me in the middle of the night and who was I to deny it?, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, The Author Regrets Nothing, Soft Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Soft Jaskier | Dandelion, this is very soft, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort Summary:

After the battle with Voleth Meir, Jaskier finds Yennefer. Their conversation is more comforting than either of them expect.