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#Jaskier x Yennefer
stevenrogered · 9 months
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I have to find my family.
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perseruna · 10 months
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you know what actually. manifested
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screechwhisper · 5 months
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yenskier brainrot hours
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admjralbenbow · 6 months
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If I had a nickel for every time I've shipped a popular mlm ship during a whole season and wanted them to get together the next season after a sad season finale
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only to end up shipping character A with character B's ex instead (and hating character B)... I'd have two nickels. which isn't a lot, but it is weird that it happened twice.
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renegadesstuff · 10 months
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The way Yennefer goes straight to Jaskier 🥺❤️‍🩹
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ghostlytoms · 28 days
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i need more poly geralt yen jaskier enthusiasts because they’re all in love with each other
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beli-heart · 7 months
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Yennefer using her magic to protect her Julek 💕
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absolute-artlad · 2 years
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some yenneskier based on this vintage ref
click for quality pls :]
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Jaskier, throwing his head into Yennefer's lap: Tell me I'm pretty!
Yennefer, lovingly stroking his hair: You're pretty fucking annoying, that's what you are.
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dancingwiththefae · 4 months
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A little drawing I did while writing the sea and the sun
Mermaid yennefer you are everything to me
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A kiss like they're trying to convince the other to love them and/or a kiss in front of someone they hold captive
Yennskier
Here's a little bit of both, set in an alternate timeline where they managed to capture Rience during season 3, episode 1:
“We should probably talk about what happened in Kaer Morhen,” Jaskier says in what he hopes is a casual way.
Yennefer looks at him incredulously. “Does now seem like a good time for this conversation, bardling?”
“Why not?” Jaskier shrugs. “He’s not going anywhere.”
They both turn to look at Rience, who scowls back at them from the chair they’ve bound him to in dimeritium chains. Jaskier can’t help but feel a thrill of vindication at seeing the fire fucker as trussed up and helpless as he was a year ago in Oxenfurt, even as he keeps catching himself rubbing his fingers together anxiously. It helps that Yennefer is standing next to him and Geralt and Ciri are just in the other room with Yarpen.
Rience sneers at Yennefer. “What’s one of Tissaia’s girls doing, working for a witcher?”
Jaskier snorts. Even if they hadn’t already figured out that Rience isn’t the mastermind trying to capture Ciri, that would have given it away. No one with any sense would think Yennefer a lackey. Leaning closer to Yennefer, he says, “We really should talk about this.”
“About what?” She sighs, clearly realizing she’s not going to be able to evade this. “A lot happened in Kaer Morhen. Do you want to talk about Voleth Meir? All the money you still owe Ciri after all the times she trounced you at cards?”
“She did not…” Jaskier draws himself up, realizes he’s being distracted, and lets out a huff. “About our last night there.”
Yennefer doesn’t visibly react, but there’s a pointedness in the way she turns back to Rience. “Who’s your puppetmaster?”
Rience bares his teeth at her. “I’m no one’s—”
“I don’t believe for a second that you’re the one calling the shots. You’re a one trick pony, aren’t you? You can harness fire, but not much else. That portal wasn’t yours.”
“I just can’t help but notice that you’re acting a bit… off,” Jaskier says carefully, because he and Yennefer may be friends now, but he still doesn’t put it past her to curse his bollocks off.
Yennefer closes her eyes. “Did you learn this interrogation technique from Phillipa?”
“Gods, no.” Jaskier barks out a laugh. “Phillipa wouldn’t let me anywhere near an interrogation.”
“I suppose that’s why Redania is still standing.”
“See? That was almost mean. That was the first mean thing you’ve said to me in three days, and it wasn’t even in your top ten best jabs! Something is clearly amiss. Are you a doppler? Are you dying? Did you hit your head in the skirmish yesterday? Melitele, are you actually plotting my demise? Is this your way of trying to lure me into a false sense of security? Because it isn’t working, Yennefer.”
“If you want him dead, you can just let me out of these chains.” Rience snaps his fingers menacingly and Jaskier can’t help but step back, even though no flames appear.
Yennefer throws out a hand and Rience’s chair flies backward, slamming against the wall and capsizing. He yelps as his head bounces off the ground and lies there, groaning.
“Yenn?” Geralt calls from the next room. “Jaskier?”
“We’re fine!” Lowering her voice, Yennefer hisses, “This isn’t the time.”
“Well, it has to be the time, because you keep avoiding me. Is this about what happened between us? Because you didn’t seem to have any regrets the next morning? In fact, you asked…” He trails off, pieces starting to slide into place.
“I asked you to come with me, Geralt, and Ciri,” she says through gritted teeth. “And you said no. Years of you popping up at the most inconvenient times, bardling, and the one time I want you to stay, you left.”
“But…” Jaskier opens and closes his mouth, at a loss for words. When he recovers his wits, all he can squeak is, “I told you I was needed at Oxenfurt.”
“Bullshit. You told me yourself that the Sandpiper organization would run just fine without you. The only thing you did going back to Oxenfurt was put yourself in Phillipa and Dijkstra’s sights.”
“Well, I’m sorry I didn’t want to come with you just to watch you and Geralt play house while I was just there so you could keep me out of trouble.”
It’s her turn to look taken aback. “What?”
“You said so yourself, you wanted me to come with you so I wouldn’t get myself killed in Oxenfurt. You, Geralt, and Ciri are a family, bound by destiny. I’m not—” He’s getting too close to all the things he doesn’t want to say to her, so he looks away. “I’m happy to play the fun Uncle Jaskier whenever you need me to. But the thing about fun uncles is they show up, let you win at cards a few times, and then they leave before the joke gets old.”
Yennefer doesn’t look exasperated anymore; she just looks sad. That’s somehow worse. “It took Geralt months before he would talk to me about anything but the weather, Ciri’s training, or telling me to duck because someone was trying to stab me. I have never once slept under the same roof as him and Ciri, even when we barely had the coin to afford one lodging, never mind two. It took until the winter before he let me inside to break bread with them. The shadow of what I did hung over us every day. We weren’t playing house, we were on the run, and you should have fucking been there.”
“Yenn—”
She talks over him. “You were the only person who could look at me when we were at Kaer Morhen. I asked you to come with us because I didn’t want to be alone.”
“Why didn’t you just say that?” he whispers.
Her jaw clenches stubbornly, but she doesn’t answer.
Carefully, he reaches out to take her by the wrist, tugging her closer. “Watching the three of you leave Kaer Morhen was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. If I had known you really wanted me there, I would have followed you in a heartbeat.”
Her lips twitch into a half-smile. “Did you really think I was asking you to come just to be nice?”
“Foolish, I know.” He lets out a shaky breath. “I’ll stay this time.”
“What about the Sandpiper?”
“Vespula does most of the Sandpipering these days. I’m being watched too closely by the RSS.” Jaskier brings her hand to his lips. “I’m sorry if I hurt you.”
Yennefer looks like she wants to deny it, because gods forbid she or Geralt admit to being people with feelings, but she nods. “I’m sorry if I’ve been too kind to you. It won’t happen again.”
“Thank the gods. It made my skin crawl.” He leans down to rest their foreheads together. “Let me stay, Yenn.”
She doesn’t answer, but lifts her face so that he can close the gap between them and kiss her. It’s a tentative thing, not like the desperate, hungry kisses they exchanged on their last night in Kaer Morhen, as weeks of longing—well, probably years of longing, if Jaskier is being honest with himself—bubbled to the surface. There will be time for those later, once they’ve figured out who Rience is working for and ensured that Ciri is safe.
Across the room, there’s a noise of disgust. “If you’re going to make me watch this, I’d rather you just gouge my—”
Yennefer throws her hand out, not pulling her lips away from Jaskier’s. There’s a thud, a yelp, then silence.
“Don’t kill him yet,” Jaskier says, breaking the kiss to press his lips against her throat. “We haven’t gotten any answers out of him.”
“And whose fault is that?”
“Geralt’s, the easily distractible fucker. He’s off chattering away with Yarpen while we do all the hard work.”
Yennefer rolls her eyes and mutters something that’s undoubtedly insulting under her breath, but she kisses Jaskier again, so that’s alright.
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perseruna · 9 months
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oh, what a sin
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Jaskier is such a guy, like mans has chemistry with bassicly any adult character in a 50 mile radius of him. He’s so goddamn shippable!
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screechwhisper · 2 months
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“This will be my last confession I love you never felt like any blessing Whisper it like it's a secret Only to condemn the one who hears it With a heavy heart…”
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Yennefier and Jaskier are the most married couple I've ever seen. They're friends with benefits. They're not even friends. They love each other. They can't stand each other. They'd die for each other but "If you get too close to the edge and fall off that cliff I'll drink to your memory but dont think I'll miss you." They've been married for fifty years. This is their second date and their having the best sex of their lives.
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rel312 · 15 days
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Jaskier’s type is literally just long hair and big, wet eyes
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