#yennskier fluff

[tonbane]

Yennskier + 7 prompted by @handwrittenhello​ ! You know that one dress Yennefer wears with the shoulder jacket thingy? What if.. what if it’s gone 😳. I’m having Thoughts.

(Here’s all the kiss prompts so far)

Give me a 🔁 if you 💟 what I do!

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[cherryjuicegf]

"Sweet Melitele, my balls will fall off out here!"

Yennefer flinches ever so faintly, lips twitching in an involuntary smile. She was not expecting company.

His steps are almost too loud on the stone floor of the balcony as he approaches and she does him the favor of replying. "And wouldn't that be a sight to behold."

A gasp, scandalized. "Oh, wicked witch. Who says you are not the one to control the weather, just to watch me suffer?" He stands beside her, the blabbering idiot, and it almost hurts to look him in the eye. "I'll tell you what would be a sight, a lightning striking you right where you stand, oh I would love to see that!"

Somehow the moment her fists clench on the railing, he goes silent. She still doesn't look at him. She wasn't expecting company, after all.

The thing is, company finds her anyway these days and she wouldn't say that it bothers her, no, she couldn't say that. Rather, it is a way of smiling every now and then, just to feel her lips turn upwards for once instead of ripping her face with bitterness. It is a way of feeling something. Even if it's regret, a cruel longing tearing her heart out of her chest every time she looks into his eyes, and sees herself.

Worse, he sees her too.

And now here he is, playing his biggest role, always before her and it always feels so forced, so out of place. Nothing like it does with the others. He is good at this with the others.

Ahead, the forest spreads white and deep under the light that struggles to pierce the grey clouds. Thin snowflakes have already started twirling in the wind, cold and biting. At least, at least.

Suddenly, the voice beside her becomes hushed, and the curtain falls. "Too typical for you to seek the cold, don't you find?" There is a slight mirth in his tone, perhaps something to keep it warm.

Her nails dig into her palms, skin already sore and rough. She wants to avoid his stare. She can't. "Perhaps. Old habits die hard." Their eyes meet and a sudden ache attacks her knees. Damn him. A short smile curves her lips. "The only warmth that has ever welcomed me is that of a battlefield on fire."

She watches as the fingers of his right hand curl into his coat, as though on instinct. There was a time when she craved that same fire. Now that it has betrayed her too, she has nothing left but the cold.

Jaskier's eyes are crinkling faintly in the corners and it almost looks like a wince. Gods, why is he not saying anything? Only staring, searching as though for a string inside her to pull and let her crumble to the ground.

There are times she thinks she would let him. She almost craves it.

Now, she scoffs. How dare, how dare he doubt the shelter she has been hiding under for two lifetimes now, how dare he stand right in front of her and wait so ruthlessly for her to give in to something he will have to take back, sooner or later, lest she consumes it all.

That is the problem with company. After a while, you learn to expect it.

No, not now. She can't let him slip through her now. She shakes her head, and looks away. "What's the matter with you today?"

Something close to laughter escapes his lips then, almost incredulous, almost angry. "You have been the matter with me for quite a while now!" Yennefer turns at him sharply, and she is almost relieved in her need to fight back, and yet once she faces him, his shoulders slump. The expression that was bitter moments ago now melts into a soft thing, tender. Exhausted. "I don't want to play this game, Yennefer," his voice sounds so hollow it almost floats with the wind. "Not now."

At once, she deflates.

The thing is, it's too late. He has already slipped through, a long time ago, and so has she. It would be an injustice now, to hide from the mirror that has already walked in her shoes.

She holds her breath, looks him in the eye. Holds herself from screaming along with the blowing wind. "Something is missing," she says and her voice is cold, steady. Funny, how easily emptiness turns into a fact. She swallows, smiles. "My magic is back, and something is still missing. Simple as that."

Jaskier raises an eyebrow and she feels her lips quivering, resignation seeping inside her bones. There he goes. Winning again.

She lets go of the breath, lets go of the tightness in her body. It doesn't matter now. She closes her eyes, and her voice resembles a whimper. "Gods, Jaskier. I'm so tired."

The wind howls between them, blowing a few snowflakes over the balcony.

Suddenly, she feels gentle fingers wrapped slowly around her hands, holding them tight. She looks at Jaskier as he raises them in front of his face, running his thumbs over her knuckles and staring at them intensely, as though all her secrets are buried between the lines of her skin.

Softly, he presses a kiss there, lingers. Then, on the other hand. Something tingles in her eyes.

He doesn't let go. Only, he looks at her, a small smile on his lips. "Maybe your hands have been too cold."

It's a dangerous game, the one he wants to play. But she doesn't find it in her to step back. Perhaps because she never learns. Perhaps because, for all the coldness, she prefers the fire.

Perhaps now she can say that the only warmth that has ever welcomed her is that of a battlefield on fire, and the loving warmth of his hands.

So she smiles back.

When Jaskier slowly, carefully leads her inside, she can only follow.

#friends you are not gonna believe what happened #i could post this in a normal hour but i couldn't help myself hi i need attention to get out of the slump #and possibly turn this into chapters of hand warming :) #the witcher #yennskier #chrysa writes #fic recs #jaskier #yennefer of vengerberg #fluff #i'm too excited writing for a half dead fandom but hi yennskiers mwah

[astaldis]

@smubbles-etc

Chapters: 1/1     Words: 560 Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jaskier | Dandelion/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg Additional Tags: Porn, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn with Feelings, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Nudity, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Sex and Chocolate, Top Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Bottom Jaskier | Dandelion, Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg Loves Jaskier | Dandelion, Jaskier | Dandelion Loves Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Established Relationship, yenskier, Yennskier Summary: There is still some mousse au chocolate left in the bowl and Yennefer is not finished with Jaskier quite yet. (Sequel to "Of Tulips and Tits" but can be read as a stand alone, too.)

She would not have thought it possible after the hot sex they have had not so many minutes ago, but his cock hardens the instant her fingers start to circle the shaft. The magic of the chocolate mousse? Perhaps. The tips of her fingers are covered in the delicious, dark mass and paint almost black circles onto his erection that glisten in the soft candle light. He groans throatily.She would not have thought it possible after the hot sex they have had not so many minutes ago, but his cock hardens the instant her fingers start to circle the shaft. The magic of the chocolate mousse? Perhaps. The tips of her fingers are covered in the delicious, dark mass and paint almost black circles onto his erection that glisten in the soft candle light. He groans throatily.

Continue reading on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51693430

#2023 11 wanksgiving smubbles #wanksgiving #smubbles #yenskier #yennskier #Jaskier #Yennefer of Vengerberg #jaskier x yennefer #yennefer x jaskier #sex and chocolate #the witcher netflix #the witcher tv #the witcher fanfic #the witcher fanfiction #smut #smut and fluff

[showmethesneer]

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, Multi

Fandom: The Witcher (TV)

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

Characters: Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Jaskier | Dandelion, Istredd (The Witcher), Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia

Additional Tags: Spooning, Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Soft Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Protective Jaskier | Dandelion, Song: Secret Worlds (The Amazing Devil), Song: Her Sweet Kiss (The Witcher), Writer's Block, Cabin Fic, Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg Needs a Hug, Soft Jaskier | Dandelion, Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Polyamory, Bisexual Jaskier | Dandelion, Yennskier

Summary:

modern day au - The polycule spends a vacation in the mountains and, amidst all that peace and quiet, Jaskier gets writer’s block. He has an emotional cuddle sesh with Yennefer while they talk through it, and other relationship things.

#30 days of queer fic #ao3 #lalorelei #the witcher #yennefer of vengerberg #jaskier #yennskier #bisexual #polycule #fluff #fanfiction #her sweet kiss #secret worlds #the amazing devil

[werewolfwinnebaego]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Witcher (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion, Jaskier | Dandelion/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg Characters: Jaskier | Dandelion, Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia Additional Tags: First Time, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Hand Jobs, Vaginal Fingering, Bathing/Washing, Massage, Kaer Morhen's Fanon Hot Springs (The Witcher), Kaer Morhen (The Witcher), Soft Jaskier | Dandelion, Soft Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Soft Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia Series: Part 2 of I've Loved You All Along Summary:

Jaskier, Yennefer, and Geralt are healing their hurts and finding peace with one another. Jaskier also finds the hot springs.

Follows "Not So Lonesome With You" but can be read on its own pretty easily.

#witcher fic #yennskier #geraskefer #geraskier #geralt/jasker/yennefer #fic #lots of fluff and smut <3

[bambirex]

Sunshine For The Sunshine

Pairing: Geraskier, Yennskier, Radskier

Characters: Jaskier/Dandelion, Geralt of Rivia, Yennefer of Vengerberg, Radovid, Cirilla of Cintra, Lambert, Eskel, Coen, Vesemir

Additional tags: fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, soft Jaskier, soft Geralt of Rivia, soft Yennefer of Vengerberg, snippets, poly Jaskier, everyone loves Jaskier, found family, past injury, handfeeding, Jaskier getting spoiled the way he deserves, no actual plot

Word count: 2,127

Chapters: 5/5

Summary: Jaskier being loved, spoiled and taken care of by everyone the way he deserves.

Author's notes: There's no plot here, these are just short fluffy chapters that are not connected at all. The new season is treating Jaskier a lot better already with people finally caring for him more, but it's still not enough for me so here we go, have some snippets of Jaskier being coddled like a kitten.

Read on Ao3

*

All Jaskier did was sneeze about two times before a giant mug of steaming cocoa was pushed into his hands.

He shot a questioning look up at Geralt, who was standing above him with several blankets in hand, looking deeply concerned.

“Okay, I am not that sick,” Jaskier chuckled. His voice was a little raspy as his throat itched. It was the beginning of an annoying cold, which sucked, but Geralt acted as if he suffered from some horrible, incurable disease. The witcher has been fussing around him like a mother hen in the past few days, from the moment Jaskier sniffled for the first time.

“You need to warm up,” Geralt told him softly. He draped the blankets over Jaskier, gently rubbing his shoulders to warm him. “I don’t want your condition to get worse.”

“My condition,” Jaskier snorted, “I just have a sore throat.”

“I just want you to be okay, Jask,” Geralt sat next to him on the bed. He pressed a kiss to the side of Jaskier’s head. Jaskier hid his smile in his mug.

Geralt continued to hold him as Jaskier took the first sip of his warm beverage, his arms wrapped around him protectively, shielding him from any discomfort. Jaskier let out a small sound of bliss, allowing himself to burrow deeper into Geralt’s hug.

“This is really nice,” Jaskier smiled as he rested his head against Geralt’s chest. He felt his eyes becoming droopy, both from the sickness and from how content and loved he felt. Geralt kissed the top of his head this time, nuzzling him like a large and very affectionate cat.

“I can get you some medicine from the town,” Geralt said. He pressed the back of his hand against Jaskier’s forehead to check his temperature. “You may not have a fever now, but I’m worried you will. How’s your head? Does it hurt? Your stomach?”

“I am getting overwhelmed with all this care,” Jaskier mused. He couldn’t wipe the satisfied grin off his face. “When did you become so gentle?”

Geralt hummed, pulling Jaskier closer until he sat halfway on the witcher’s lap. Geralt supported Jaskier’s hand that held the cup with his own, making sure he wouldn’t spill the sweet cocoa. With his other hand, he gently tilted Jaskier’s head towards him with his fingers hooked under his chin. Jaskier’s heart fluttered at the genuine kindness in Geralt’s eyes.

“I’ve met someone who changed me,” Geralt replied, and suddenly Jaskier’s throat didn’t ache because of the impending illness, but because of the way his whole heart leapt into it.

For the first time in his life, he found himself unable to say anything, so instead, he cocooned himself in Geralt’s embrace, his body and soul healing slowly.

**

Jaskier’s hand was okay now, but sometimes he felt those tiny phantom pains, like needles piercing his skin. It made him want to scratch and rub at his tingling palms, made him want to pull off dead skin and poke at the now healed, but forever deeply marred flesh.

It was hard to control his hand when a sensation like this flared up in his hands. His fingers trembled, refusing to cooperate when he tried to frame his eyes with kohl. Jaskier swore under his breath, frustrated tears welling up in his eyes.

He yelped when suddenly he felt a touch on his back. He whipped around to see Yennefer standing behind him.

“Gods above, witch,” Jaskier huffed, “you’ll kill me one day.”

“Maybe,” Yennefer shrugged. Her eyes fell on Jaskier’s hands, and a small smile twitched at her lips. It wasn’t a look of pity on her face, but one of genuine care – a kindness that Jaskier used to think did not exist in her. “Let me help you, first.”

“I’m good,” Jaskier waved a dismissive hand, which still shook treatorously. “I can do it myself.”

“I know you can,” Yennefer replied softly. She reached out her hand, waiting patiently, not crossing any boundaries, instead letting Jaskier decide for himself. “Just not now. Please, allow me, Jaskier.”

Jaskier bit his lip. He hated feeling so useless, but that was not what Yennefer implied; Jaskier could see it in her eyes, could hear it in her voice. She offered Jaskier a choice, wanting to take care of him genuinely but also respecting his autonomy at the same time.

With a sigh, Jaskier handed Yennefer the kohl. Yennefer gave him a small smile before she seated herself on his lap, gently tilting Jaskier’s face upwards with her hand. Jaskier felt his cheeks go warm under her ministrations as she so carefully brushed the eyeliner over his skin. She was careful not to poke him in the eye, working on his face with such precision as if Jaskier was one of her secret magic elixirs that required a lot of focus.

His lashes fluttered as Yennefer fixed a small smudge, wiping it off with her thumb gently before she went on to fill in the gap with the tip of the kohl.

Jaskier swallowed thickly as Yennefer pulled back, caressing his cheek gently.

“Pretty,” she said with genuine awe, before she leaned in to kiss him on the lips sweetly.

**

“No utensils? Thought this was a civilized place.”

Radovid chuckled as he lifted the tiny bite of whatever-it-was off Jaskier’s plate. He held it up close to his face, making Jaskier frown in confusion.

“Open up,” Radovid told him, his voice both sweet and commanding, and Jaskier, though hesitantly, did it, still not very sure of what was going on. The food was slipped between his lips gently, and he couldn’t help but let out a small gasp when the taste exploded on his tongue- savory, and just a little spicy.

“This is good,” he admitted. He barely had time to swallow before he was offered another bite. Jaskier’s cheeks flushed at the smirk that Radovid gave him.

“I can feed myself, you know.”

“I don’t want you to,” Radovid replied simply. He gave Jaskier his typical eyebrow raise that implied there was no place for an argument. “I am planning on spoiling you rotten, my sweet thing.”

Now, Jaskier was used to praises and seductive words, but somehow, the way Radovid said it- playful, but still sincere, flirty but with so much care, like he was truly intent on handfeeding Jaskier an entire course, made his stomach tingle with warmth. He bashfully opened his mouth for another bite, feeling a pleasant shiver run down his spine when Radovid wiped a bit of sauce off his chin with his thumb.

A cup of wine was held to his lips next, making Jaskier laugh.

“I can’t even drink alone?”

“What did I say about spoiling you?”

“Right,” Jaskier gave in with a sigh, but his lips curled into a pleased grin anyway. He let himself relax as Radovid held the rim of the cup against his lips, making him drink the sweet wine gently. It warmed Jaskier’s throat and stomach pleasantly.

He was offered tiny desserts next, and he had to admit, slipping into this feeling was easier than he thought. He was used to taking care of other people: lovers, friends, family, and now he was receiving the same care, being fed like a hungry little baby bird and showered with the affection he always craved.

Occasionally, between bites, Radovid caressed his cheek and whispered something sweet to him that made Jaskier nearly choke on his food, too overwhelmed all of a sudden. He closed his eyes in bliss, letting the taste of a strawberry fill his mouth, while love and gratitude filled his heart.

**

No one has ever insisted so aggressively that Jaskier shouldn’t lift a finger. He was usually nagged about making himself useful at last, and the change was very surprising.

He genuinely wanted to help out: Kaer Morhen was huge. There was a lot to clean up, and a lot of hungry mouths to feed, but he actually wasn’t allowed to do anything. He made an offended noise at the back of his throat when Lambert all but tore the mop out of his hand.

“Nuh-uh,” he grumbled, “no need.”

“You think I can’t use a mop?” Jaskier huffed. “I am not such a spoiled brat.”

“That’s not why,” Lambert chuckled, gently patting Jaskier on the head. “You should rest, songbird.”

“It’s already too generous you’re letting me winter here, I should help you out, at least!”

“We’re not letting you stay because we want to make you play maiden,” Eskel told him with a smile. He, much like the rest of the Kaer Morhen wolves, kept insisting he should rest, and rest, and then rest some more. It was actually him, that practically shoved Jaskier out of the kitchen because he dared try and help with cutting up the vegetables.

“We’re letting you stay, because you mean a lot to Geralt. And us.”

“Alright, but…” Jaskier trailed off, not very sure how to process what he’s just heard. Him? Meaning a lot to a horde of supernatural warriors?

“Well, at least let me organize the books in the library…”

“Already done,” Coen grinned at him. “I did it last night.”

“But… but I said I would…”

“Yeah, well, now you don’t have to,” Coen gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze. “The only thing you should focus on is getting some rest and composing some lovely songs. And keeping on making us happy with your presence.”

Now Jaskier was sure he was actually just imagining things, because there was no way Coen just implied that his mere presence brought such joy to the witchers – but when he looked at them, he saw Lambert grinning, and that sincere spark in Eskel’s eyes. Jaskier walked out of the kitchen in disbelief.

He tried getting himself some tasks in the stalls, where Vesemir flat out told him that if he didn’t go back inside from the freezing cold, he would ask Geralt to kick his ass.

“Why does no one want me to help?” Jaskier groaned. Vesemir chuckled softly.

“You already help, Jaskier,” he said, his voice warmer than what Jaskier has ever heard from him. “You already help an awful lot.”

Jaskier didn’t even try to ask what he meant. He stumbled back inside the keep, his heart swelling with so many emotions inside his chest.

**

The last note rang out, and the crowd erupted into cheers. The clapping was so loud, it was almost deafening. Jaskier grinned widely before he took a bow, the ecstasy of a well-done performance strumming in his veins.

“That’s my uncle!” Ciri yelled, her cheeks pink with excitement. She stood on top of a table, ignoring Yennefer’s pleas to get off. “He belongs to us!”

Jaskier laughed in disbelief. A couple decades ago, he played in this exact tavern. He was met with disdain then, was pelted with bread and tomatoes, and no one has wanted anything to do with him. And now, the crowd was going wild, singing him praises and practically bowing before him as he made his way over to the table in the corner. At that table, sat the three most important people in his life, people who weren’t always the nicest to him, but who loved him with all their hearts now. People who were proud to declare him a part of their family.

“That was incredible, Jaskier,” Geralt said with a smile. No more fillingless pie, just incredible. Jaskier sighed happily, gladly taking the gentle shoulder squeeze from Geralt.

“Our bard,” Yennefer said with a grin, gently bopping Jaskier on the nose. Jaskier stuck his tongue out at her playfully, but the loud beating of his heart exposed him. Ciri all but jumped into his arms, wrapping her arms tight around his neck as she hugged him tight.

“You have to teach me to play, one day,” she said excitedly, still squeezing Jaskier. “How are you so talented?”

“Well, having such a lovely audience always helps,” Jaskier replied earnestly. He gently ruffled Ciri’s hair. “Besides, you’re already too powerful. What would happen if we also trained you to be a bard?”

“She would be like you,” Yennefer said softly. She gently brushed a sweaty lock out of Jaskier’s face. “And that’s not even such a bad thing.”

“Not at all,” Geralt chimed in. He gently stroked Jaskier’s back, making him melt into his touch. “So, where do you want to go celebrate?”

“Wherever you go,” Jaskier replied, his grin nearly splitting his face, the same way his heart nearly burst through his chest. “I wanna celebrate with my family.”

“Sounds lovely,” Yennefer grinned. “Our favorite poet is choosing us!”

Ciri hugged him again, and Jaskier blinked against the happy tears in his eyes.

Favorite. Incredible. Loved.

#the witcher fanfiction #the witcher fic #my fic #geraskier #yennskier #radskier #jaskier #votes called for this so here it is

[handwrittenhello]

nic! i love that you've so much about my favorite witcher characters! there's all the hot sexy geraskefer and all the yennskier and geraskier kink. but also the fluff and humor! forever cackling at jaskier and geralt waking up married. ANYWAY i would be remiss if i didn't also say how much your art is awesome. i love seeing you take on new elements in your portraits and the color palette/emoji asks were so much FUN. I love seeing you fall deep in trek love and your trek art makes me 😍

KUWDORAAAAAA thank you so much!! getting this message made me so happy :DD sending so much love and positivity back to you 💖💖💖

#kuwdora #ask

[dancingwiththefae]

yennskier mermaid au is complete!

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Yennskier

Tags: Alternate Universe - Merpeople, Merperson Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Near Death Experiences, Drowning, Fluff and Smut, Fairy Tale Elements, Non-Human Genitalia, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Cunnilingus, Shapeshifting

Summary:

Finding himself getting into trouble while swimming in the sea, Jaskier is saved by the most captivating creature he had ever seen. A goddess. He makes it his mission to find her again and, when he does, he finds the goddess who saved him comes with a tail and very sharp claws

#the witcher #the witcher netflix #yennskier #yennskier fanfiction #the witcher fanfiction #yennefer of vengerberg #jaskier #jaskier x yennefer

[bardcore-jaskier]

♡ My thoughts on Veskier + headcanons ♡

- One of the rarest rare pairs in the Witcher fandom for sure! And guess what? I LOVE IT!!!

- They chose the perfect actor to play Vesemir in season 2! Kim Bodnia is a charismatic Danish actor with a charming accent, his performance was AMAZING!

- As of season 2, I personally am a bit cross with most characters in the series for the way they treated Jaskier. Geralt used Jaskier for his loyalty and his apology was shit, so Geraskier prompts/ideas don't come to me as quickly as they used to.

- Lauren went and killed off Eskel, so to cook up some Jaskel content it would have to be an AU where he doesn't die and would require a LOT of creativity not only to make it possible for him to be alive, but also mix and match his personality from video clips of his game counterpart on YouTube, since Eskel didn't get enough screen time on Netflix to show the entirety of his character.

- Lambert was an absolute dick to Jaskier, so Lambskier is rocky too, Lambskier's only saving grace is that Lambert and Jaskier didn't have a lot of scenes together, leaving a lot of room for thinking up ways in which those two could bond.

- WHICH BRINGS ME TO MY CURRENT FAVORITE JASKIER SHIPS: Yennskier (I already made a post about) and of course Veskier!

- Veskier, being a ship of a younger pretty man and an older witcher warrior, has mostly gotten attention from the extremely kinky side of the fandom. Daddy kink, BDSM, dom/sub, breeding kink and other kinks galore. Even more often, this ship is mixed with others in a M/M/M/M/M setting, you know, I know you know, we all have seen the witchersexual!Jaskier tag on AO3. And while I do enjoy a little well written smut from time to time, most of the Veskier fanfics out there do not quite suit my taste.

- Vesemir and our beloved, adorable, brilliant walking sunshine trouble maker of a bard, did not interact in season 2 at all, I doubt that they will ever, with both being side characters. HOWEVER, that makes this pairing FREE REAL ESTATE! Who is to say what is likely and what is not? Who is to say they won't work? Who is to say that they couldn't have gotten together at some point off screen?

- It makes me a little sad that people don't realize just how much potential there is with Veskier! Much like Yennskier, the theoretical romantic relationship between these two, at least going off of Netflix canon alone, would be surprisingly healthy and wholesome.

- Every time I imagine them together, I headcanon Jaskier as not entirely human. Either part-fae or of elder blood.

- Veskier is a perfect ship for emotional healing, for fluff, for the kinky side, for the crack, for happiness!

- FLUFF × CRACK × SMUT × HURT/COMFORT

Let me set the scene

- After Voleth Mier, Jaskier realizes that he somehow ended up in a situation where he lost his precious lute, became a wanted man in Oxenfurt (a city he considered his home), got tortured for information about his ex-bff, then said ex-bff came to bail him out of jail because he needed him, not for the sake of making amends, essentially using Jaskier to find Yennefer and then sending him off with Ciri as a glorified nanny. And here he is, at the top of another mountain, in Kaer Morhen, where Geralt is too busy with Ciri to talk while the other witchers are rude to him. He is penniless, injured, has nothing but the bloodied clothes on his back and is suffering from nightmares about Rience.

- Vesemir is a tired old man who has witnessed too much bloodshed in his lifetime. His body may be enhanced and therefore he doesn't feel the physical effects of aging (if at all) as much as he does the mental. All witchers were human at some point, he can actually feel the psychological toll of living much longer than humans are designed to. Still, he has to be strong as the master of the keep, to set an example and to be a dependable source of wisdom and guidance for his pups. He will never admit it out loud, but the things he has to deal with after Voleth Mier overwhelm him. There's Geralt's whole elder blood child surprise thing, constant repairs of a crumbling fortress, honoring and mourning the fallen witchers, processing the fact that new mutated mosters are appearing and they don't have the mutagens to create more of their kind to protect the continent and survive. There is nothing he can do about it except deal with the anxiety of knowing these stone cold facts.

- In this whole mess, two broken souls might just be what the other needs. Where Vesemir could do with a break, with a little joy, Jaskier is more than enough to help with that. And where Jaskier could do with being taken care of after everything he's been through, after everything he lost, Vesemir is a perfect candidate for that job. Their relationship would be yin and yang, balance and harmony personified.

- Honestly, please tell me that you see it too! They have a lot in common, Jaskier is a professor, mastered the seven liberal arts, grammar, logic, rhetoric, arithmetic, geometry, music, astronomy and according to canon, he passed every exam with flying colors!

- Vesemir is wise, he has lived for centuries, he has witnessed history, he was trained as an alchemist, has extensive knowledge about many things. He is a bottomless pit of knowledge.

- They could talk for hours together and never run out of topics to discuss.

- And the sex? OH BROTHER! Jaskier fucked his way across the continent countless times, while Vesemir is so ancient there is no way that he hadn't bedded a considerable amount of people. Yeah, the sex would be mind blowing I should think.

- Jaskier is a hopeless romantic and Vesemir is a traditional gentleman (when he is wooing the damsels, according to game!canon Lambert.) They would probably be very fluffy and affectionate with eachother. Verbose compliments, music, cuddling, kissing.

- LMAO, imagine everyone else's reaction!!!

- Geralt would be mortified seeing his friend making out with his father figure on the kitchen table 🤣🤣🤣

- The other witchers would probably feel uneasy, shocked at first too, until they get used to it. HAHA ONCE THEY DO LAMBERT IS GONNA FUCKING MILK IT

"Morning papa Vesemir, papa Jaskier"

- KAER MORONS!!!

- Also, the theoretical adventures a witty traveling part fae bard and a silverfox witcher could have, make me beyond giddy!

#jaskier #julian alfred pankratz #netflix witcher #witcher netflix #dandelion #jaskier dandelion #vesemir #witcher vesemir #jaskier x vesemir #vesemir x jaskier #veskier #geralt bashing #geralt of rivia #witcher headcanon #witcher fic #the witcher #lambert #fae jaskier #elder blood jaskier #joey batey #kim bodnia #henry cavill #witcher ship #netflix #kaer morons

[wren-of-the-woods]

12. What emotions do you expect your readers to feel? and 14. What have you been finding frustrating with writing this chapter/fic? For whatever WIP you wanna answer for!!

Thank you so much! <3

What emotions do you expect your readers to feel?

Yennskier kidfic:

If I'm doing my job right some feels, some tension, and a good amount happiness! The fic is a mixture hurt/comfort and fluff with plenty of pining to go around. There are also some scenes that made me laugh to write, so hopefully some of my readers feel the same :D

What have you been finding frustrating with writing this chapter/fic?

For the Renfri fic:

The plot. is not always plotting. There's relationship development that needs to happen, and getting it to happen is being difficult because I ran out of what I'd plotted out in my head beforehand. Progress is happening but I have to fight it sometimes!

From this ask game! <3

#y'know i keep calling it the yennskier kidfic but there's a chance it'll end up as geraskefer #probably yennskier with pre-geraskefer vibes but we'll see #either way i'm having a ton of fun with it #and in the renfri fic i guess this is what i get for never really plotting lol #i just had an idea that took over my whole brain and wrote half of it on the fly #and now i'm finally to the point where i have to pause and figure out what i'm doing from here #i know the gist of it but i gotta work out the details #anyway thank you again for the ask!! <3 #kuwdora #asks #wren talks

[luteandsword]

Tarkovsky/Luteandsword’s masterlist of prompts & fic recs 

A03 ACCOUNT

Keep reading to see all my prompts on tumblr and my fic rec links.

Geraskier prompts 

“Careful... You’ve never had to fight me before”-- swordfighting, fluff, Damsel in distress! Jaskier, 478 words.

all i’ve known are temporary people, the leaving and the hoping, the begging someone to stay… so forgive me if i break apart when you say the word “forever”. heartache, pining, getting together, 967 words.

using my newfound psychic abilities very poorly--  Levitating! Jaskier, Geralt is his soulmate and they discover it thanks to his newfound powers. 

Yennskier

“Breathe with me...” -- fluff, TW for panic attack, 1.9k 

“Try it. Oh, come on, it’s not poisoned!” -- modern au, roommate au, Yennefer cooks, 787 words.

YenTriss

“Look at me. It won’t hurt if you look at me.” -- MCD, blood, war, Yen/w magic, graphic descriptions of violence, love confessions, 1.3k

“here, you can hold my hand” -- flowers, kissing in the rain, established relationship, 1.5k.

Jaskel

“Our ‘almost’ will always haunt me-- major angst, affairs, heartbreak, set in Paris. 968 words.

"it terrifies me what I would do for you" -- Badass! Triss, Assassin Yennefer, established relationship, blood and gore. 1k

You Don’t feel safe here-- platonic, bordering on romantic, 828 words.

Argument that leads to kiss-- mentions of scars, alcohol, happy ending, 658 words.

“I’m looking for my hoodie.” “My hoodie, you mean.” fluff! 766 words.

“I know it’s selfish, but I wish someone would just take care of me.” a little angst, mostly fluff.  Short.

Fic Recs

January Fic Rec   💙 / February Fic Rec💙 / March Fluffy Recs 💙 

#the witcher #the witcher fanfiction #geraskier #eskel #geralt #jaskel #yennskier #yenskier #yentriss

[evilwickedme]

I really enjoy your ao3 works! Do you mind telling me what your plans are for the future? Any WIPs or aus 👀

oh my gosh thank you!! yeah I'm working on a bunch of things right now and none of them are really getting done lmao, you know how it is

for marvel rn I have one active WIP called all you need to know about gwen stacy. It's very much in its infancy but it's a spiderverse based spider-gwen story and it's going to be hopefully my longest gwen story yet, not that that's really impressive everything I've written with her as the main character has been pretty short. I also have Break It Fic on the backburner; that has two chapters up and has for months now and I don't see myself going back to it anytime soon, but I do want to finish it for real! also I hope to write a fic for valenpool over the next week or so and publish it on valentine's day (get it?), should be a short fluff fic, maybe two thousand words at most. it's going to be called Dead Valentine I got the name from a convo with @waterme-stories regarding valenpool's ship name thanks again

for the witcher I have a number of incomplete fics but the only two that are still actively on my mind are the yennskier post s2 get together which only has one chapter left and an outsider POV oneshot that honestly might not get published if I don't finish it by the time s3 comes out. I have a few pages of it and it's based basically on the fact that Geralt's reputation really does live and die on Jaskier's song - so what does that look like for some random villagers in an unimportant town? I wanted it to be a spiritual successor to one of my most successful fics, in which an entire university faculty becomes far too involved in Pankratz and Vengerberg's love life, which is another outsider POV for the witcher fandom although it's a modern au and this one isn't

dc is obviously my main fandom rn and I have a bunch of projects for that! I'm still working on my before and after fic series and that has a few fics in progress. the mental health fic already has two chapters up and the final chapter has about a paragraph written, and I've also got a sequel fic nicknamed the therapy fic with no outline and about two pages written. I actually don't know if the therapy fic will actually end up seeing the light of day since the mental health fic has received lukewarm attention at best and I'd rather focus my attention on things that will actually be liked. there's also probably going to be a silly little oneshot that introduces cass to jason in the before and after universe, it's a bit of a retcon but I don't really think it matters since it's meant to be lighthearted. and if I still have any steam at all after all of that, there's also another short multichaptered fic planned for the series that focuses on damian, but that's a real question mark we have to see how I feel when I get there

I've also offhandedly mentioned my jealousy timkon au which is loosely inspired by this fic and has established timber with kon coming back into tim's life and sort of messing everything up. I like making my favs suffer idk what to tell you. it's a no capes college au with childhood friends to strangers to friends to lovers and I'm actually going to break form and there will be no cheating! I've written a lot about cheating in the past but this is going to remain in the realm of longing. there's about a page and a half written of this and I have some vague ideas of where I want it to go but I haven't even decided if I'm going for a oneshot or not. probably not but if so it'll end up my main fic for a while so I want to at least get the mental health fic and the valenpool valentine's day piece done by then

and finally I have two pieces of smallville fic I'm planning on writing, probably after I've done my lecture in april (assuming it'll get accepted but I haven't been told no in three years, so). I've actually detailed both of them already but if you missed it the first one I came up with is a post s10 slice of life fic, ignoring the arrowverse Crisis plot cause it's bullshit and clark wouldn't give up his powers, and ignoring s11 comics cause I haven't read them. the second one has a detailed outline in an ask from earlier this month and it's my fix it for lana's send off in season eight cause fuck that plotline

so yeah that's everything on my mind! obviously this isn't exactly a small amount but I'm hoping to start finishing things and stop starting them any day now (he said, lyingly)

#marvel #marvel comics #the witcher #dc #smallville #gail speaks #ask #pokemonisbeast1999 #the only google docs that are actually open are the mental health fic the jealousy au and the spider gwen fic in case that matters #but most of the rest don't even have google docs. the witcher fics predate me using google docs consistently they're a regular word doc

[yennskier-feed-ao3]

a long way down to reach the sea

a long way down to reach the sea

by chryysaskk

"What are we doing here, Jaskier?”

A sigh, then. “Healing, I guess. Trying to be safe. Waiting.” 

“For what?” 

“A new purpose.” Jaskier tilts his head. “Are you alright with that?” Almost pleading.

His gaze is prickling her skin, seething, and she thinks about running, about another choice, but there is not one. Somehow, she wouldn’t want it if there was. She’s only tired.

She shakes her head and, faintly, he smiles.

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.

Words: 13335, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Jaskier | Dandelion

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

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Hiding, Fake Marriage, Near Death Experiences, Blood and Injury, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Porn with Feelings, Developing Relationship, Symbolism, the sea am i right, Healing, Feelings Realization, Love Confessions, Banter, Undercover as Married, they're actually married but don't tell them yet, Arguing, well there's a bit of everything but mostly, soft yennskier, no voleth meir i won't stand for her

#the witcher #yenskier #yennskier #yennefer #jaskier #yennskier fic feed

[showmethesneer]

Happy Valentine’s Day babes!

On this 14th day of February, here are 14 of my most romantic fics:

Grimm

Home - Nick/Monroe only 1 bed fluff

The Haunting Of Hill House

When The Party’s Over - Hugh Crain/Olivia Crain/Poppy Hill ghost sex

Once Upon A Time

A Different Cage For Every Beast - Ruby/Belle love confession fluff

Eat Your Heart Out - Ruby/Hopper feeding kink fluff

Voice Of Reason - Ruby/Belle angst and fluff; Ruby/Hopper fluff and smut

Spider-man No Way Home

Soft - Doc Ock/Aunt May tentacle fluff and smut

Star Wars

Mechanics Of The Revolution - flirty FinnPoe interrogation

One With The Force - kinky FinnPoe and PoeLuke smut

Slut - FinnPoe fluff and kinky smut

Stranger Things

The Cheerleader’s Skirt - HellCheer emotional hurt/comfort fluff

Master Of Finger Puppets - Eddie/Steve tooth-rotting fluff

The Witcher

Desire Path - Fringilla/Francesca modern au romance 

Pretty - kinky Yennskier fluff 

Write Me Well - Yennskier cuddle fluff

#apparently i write fanfiction now #valentine's day #ao3 #lalorelei #the witcher #yennskier #hellcheer #stranger things #eddie munson #star wars #finnpoe #doc ock #aunt may #grimm #the haunting of hill house #ouat #Once Upon a Time

[brasskier]

At first, she thought Geralt was crazy.

He had to be. That could be the only explanation for why he let the absolute nuisance of a companion that was Jaskier tag along for two decades of on-and-off adventures. She wasn’t crazy, Yennefer assured herself. There was a method to why she was letting the bard follow her around the Continent - that was, when she first found him at the bottom of a mug in the dingiest tavern Caingorn had to offer just after the dragon hunt, she had exactly zero faith that he’d manage to survive on his own. And she felt a little, tiny, itsy bit of sympathy, for how Geralt had treated him - not that it was her fault, really - but, sure. He can come along. Just until she trusts he won’t drown himself in liquor the minute he’s left to his own devices. 

    And gods, does he not shut up. Every hour of every day, it’s constant chatter. And if he isn’t incessantly running his mouth, he’s plucking at that damned lute, and she’s had to fight off the urge to snap it upside his head on more occasions than she can keep track of at this point. Even in his sleep, the bard isn’t quiet, mumbling incoherently to himself. (And ‘bard’ is about virtually all she ever addresses him as.) 

    But sometimes, he’s not just talking in his sleep. Sometimes, it’s a night terror, and he’s flinging himself off his bedroll and flailing at intruders visible only to him, and she should be annoyed. She really should be, that gods-forsaken bastard disturbing her rest. But he looks so haunted (by what, exactly, she is not going to be the one to ask), and he sounds so unsure, and she can’t help but take pity. So, for the first time just a week into their joint travels, Yennefer begrudgingly extracts herself from her bedroll and slips into his, wraps her arms around him, and softly calls his name (his actual name, and not just “bard”, which is an improvement) until he stills and she can feel his breath even out. And then she deposits him back, tugs the blanket up to his chin, and returns to her bedroll so she can get back to sleep. And also because Melitele forbid she has to hear what he’ll come up with if he wakes up in her arms. 

    To his credit, he tries to return her favors - and she is very favorable, if you ask her. He performs at every last tavern she’ll let him stop at, puts the coin he’s earned to whatever herb or potion she needs or even just towards their dinner. And he never asks Yennefer to portal their way to their destination - though perhaps it’s as simple as years of “don’t touch Roach” has conditioned him not to ask for favors. Come to think of it, he doesn’t complain as much as she’d expected - as much as Geralt had claimed. Sure, he carried on from time to time. But if she told him to drop it - which she had no qualms doing - he did.

    Sometimes Yennefer’s sad. No particular reason, she just is. And when all she wants to do is lie on her back and stare at the stars and think, he’ll put his lute away, cozy up next to her as close as he dares, and stare with her. Silently. Not even a peep. Sometimes Jaskier’s sad, not for any one reason or another. And when all he wants to do is curl up and not think, she’ll prop herself against the nearest tree and hum whatever tune she thinks might just make him feel better. It usually does. Allegedly, she has a better voice than Geralt. She believes it. 

    It starts to actually get kind of easy to travel with Jaskier, loathe as she is to admit it. He’s not as high maintenance as she had anticipated, both for a noble and because of Geralt’s misgivings. She starts to think she might actually miss him, which she definitely won’t admit, but she definitely also won’t send him off anytime soon. For now, he can stay, and she almost wants him to. And he certainly wants to stay; she knows as well as he that he’s not cut out for stagnance. So she keeps going, and he keeps coming with, and that’s okay.

    It starts to get cold, and when Jaskier offhandedly mentions that he ought to start heading towards Oxenfurt soon, she can feel her heart sink. But she’s not Geralt, she doesn’t have to run off and hole up in Kaer Morhen for the whole season. She doesn’t need to leave - he doesn’t need to leave. She mentions this as nonchalantly as physically possible, and Oxenfurt isn’t brought up again. 

    It’s cold. Jaskier is cold; he shivers himself to sleep at night. Against all better judgement, she slides into his bedroll, scoots him over so her ass isn’t on the cold grass, and rubs warmth into his arms. How Geralt had never gotten him warmer clothes is beyond her. And this time, she lets herself fall asleep there. She’s ready and accepting of whatever snarky comments he’ll have come morning light, but he never does. He simply stretches, yawns a “good morning”, and sets about breaking camp. 

    She should’ve put a stop to it the next night when he set up his bedroll directly next to hers, lining up the edges neatly. Should’ve told him this was not some kind of permanent arrangement, something along the lines of “there’s a whole forest, bard. Move.” But she doesn’t, and they hold each other, and it’s okay. 

    They’re in Oxenfurt proper - the city, not the Academy - and he’s drunk after a long night of performing. She’s definitely had her fair share, too, but not so much that his comment doesn’t hit like a punch to the gut. “When did you start using ‘bard’ as a term of endearment instead of an insult?” She doesn’t have an answer for him, so she shrugs. He laughs, ale sloshing about in his tankard, leaning forward on the table. It’s a beautiful sound, and she resents herself to thinking that.

    The inn is warm and cozy. Jaskier shouldn’t need her to keep him warm. But she doesn’t fight it when he cozies up anyway. In fact, she’s not terribly sure she’d want to sleep alone. Having someone to fling your arms around is nice, after all. Her favorite part is right at daybreak, the handful of moments between her waking and his. He looks so young in his sleep, the crow’s feet and smile lines she’d teased him for all but gone, altogether almost more like a boy than a man who’s traveled the world. 

After weeks of this, she finally lets go of her pride, leans down, and places a brief kiss on his forehead. And when he blinks awake, tilts his head up, and blindly plants a sloppy half-asleep kiss on her cheek, she leans into it. 

    Geralt was crazy, she thinks again. Not for letting Jaskier travel with him, but for letting him go. 

#wow look at me writing yennskier fluff #I needed to write something light and happy lmao #the witcher #the witcher netflix #jaskier #julian alfred pankratz #dandelion #yennefer #yennefer of vengerberg #yennskier #the witcher fanfic #the witcher drabble #the witcher fluff #yennskier fluff

[bambirex]

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!

Read on Ao3

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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.

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