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"Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie."
John Milton
She Who Pays The Piper Calls The Tune
AO3: here
Fandom: The Witcher
Status: Complete
Words: 7,890
Rated: NC-17
Summary: So she wasn't entirely sure what was going
on, which was the excuse Yennefer was going to use
if anyone asked her how she managed to walk into a
camp without even realizing it. One moment she was
alone in the forest, and the next, half a dozen men
were surrounding her. They wore familiar black armor,
and Yennefer guessed that she must have somehow
wandered into a Nilfgaard encampment that had managed
to escape the slaughter. They were saying something to
her, but she had no idea what. She didn't really care.
The fire was right there in front of her, and she used
it to end all of their lives. Her grip on her Chaos
felt strange like it was falling through her fingers,
and she decided that it was probably time to find
somewhere to hide."Yennefer?" a broken voice said.
Yennefer turned intending to end another life and
blinked. A pair of familiar blue eyes stared back at
her in torn and dirty clothes. He was thinner and covered
in blood and bruises. His hands were tightly bound in
front of him, and he looked like he was about to
pass out.
"Jaskier," she said, and they stared at each other
for what felt like a long time.
Written in 2020.
The Production of Sacred Things
AO3: here
Fandom: The Witcher
Status: Complete
Words: 10,087
Rated: NC-17
Summary: The tavern wasn't busy, but the two people
sitting at the table stood out to him immediately.
They were staring at him, and they seemed to be waiting
for someone, maybe even him, to walk through the door.
The man looked to be in his late twenties to early
thirties with dark brown hair and some of the brightest
blue eyes that Eskel had ever seen. He wore a dark blue
doublet and fitted clothes underneath his traveling cloak,
and Eskel could see a lute case nearby with a sword and
a bow and arrow. The woman was even more striking in
her dark furs, raven black hair, and bright purple eyes.
They were sitting close to each other, but they weren't
entirely leaning into each other, either. He knew both
of these people based on drunken stories told around
fires during the winter, and judging by the way they both
smiled; he had a feeling they both knew who he was too.
Eskel wasn't about to show fear to anyone, and he walked
across the room to take the empty seat across from the
two of them and stared them both down.
"I know who you both are," he said. "My brother has
mentioned both of you to me over the years. You must be
Jaskier, the bard," he said to the man, "and you must
be Yennefer of Vengerberg."
Written in 2020.
Wounded Wolves At Bay
AO3: here
Fandom: The Witcher
Status: Complete
Words: 13,303
Rated: NC-17
Summary: Whatever Geralt expected when he turned the
corner into the training grounds, it was not what
was waiting for him. Yennefer stood next to Vesemir,
dressed in a black but simple dress. It looked warm
and comfortable, and unlike anything he had ever seen
her in. Snowflakes were collecting in her black hair,
and from here, Geralt could see that her purple eyes
were shining. There was a blade attached to her hip,
which didn't seem right because Yennefer didn't usually
carry weapons. They all noticed him, and the person
that was sparring with Eskel turned around. Jaskier
looked the same. His brown hair was a little longer and
curling from the wind and the snow from being outside,
but his eyes were just as big and just as blue. He was
also dressed down in warm-looking clothing that
was dyed a deep navy blue. He had a sword in his hand,
and he was even holding it like he knew what he was
doing.
Geralt had no idea what they were doing here or how
they even got here.
Written in 2020.
A Princess With the Strength of a Warrior
AO3: here
Fandom: The Witcher
Status: Complete
Words: 4,977
Rated: PG-13
Summary: Kaer Morhen has become a safe haven, a place
where she can rest while the rest of the world burns
around her, but Ciri is still haunted by the memories
of Cintra. She wonders if anywhere will ever feel like
home again.
Written in 2020.
A Late Lark Twitters From the Quiet Skies
AO3: here
Fandom: The Witcher
Status: Complete
Words: 17,488
Rated: NC-17
Summary: The winter at Kaer Morhen has been one of the
best of Jaskier's life. He's with Yennefer, he's with
Geralt, he's with Ciri, and they are all safe. He's
learning swordsmanship from one the masters of the craft
and for the first time in a long time, he felt like he
could finally rest just for a little while. Jaskier knew
it couldn't last though and as the spring began to approach
he knew he needed to have a difficult conversation with his
lovers and that the home they spent the winter building
was not one that was going to last; not with the war very
much still happening.
Written in 2020.
A Gift Through Stone Walls
AO3: here
Fandom: The Witcher
Status: Complete
Words: 6,023
Rated: PG-13
Summary: Vesemir reluctantly lets the bard and witch
stay in Kaer Morhen for the winter so they could have
their conversation with Geralt. He didn't trust them
but when Geralt came home he brought Ciri and they
made her smile. There was a lot he would tolerate to
see Ciri smile. However, when Yennefer and Jaskier go
on their own mission he is left with Geralt and Ciri
and they need to be trained on how to work together
and how to protect themselves in they're going to
survive this war.
Written in 2020.
Land Where Sorrow is Unknown
AO3: here
Fandom: The Witcher
Status: Complete
Words: 13,001
Rated: R
Summary: Lambert hated the witch and the bard the
second they arrived at the front gates of Kaer Morhen.
He didn't trust the witch's magic or her purple eyes
or the way she would smirk like she was getting exactly
what she wanted. He trusted the bard even less with his
easy smiles or his cheery attitude or the way he didn't
stink of fear even once or his ridiculous plan of lying
to the entire continent to keep Geralt and Ciri safe.
Lambert tolerated them for the winter because anything
else would make Geralt and Ciri sad, and that wasn't
an option. Once the winter ended, and he was on the Path
again, Lambert planned on not thinking about Yennefer of
Vengerberg or Jaskier the bard again.
At least that was the plan until Lambert was riding
along one afternoon, and a dying man that looked all
too familiar got spat out of a portal.
Gods damn it.
Written in 2020.
A Blessed Act of Oblivion
AO3: here
Fandom: The Witcher
Status: Complete
Words: 6,526
Rated: PG-13
Summary: Triss suffered her own wounds at the Battle
of Sodden Hill and needed time to recover. She needed
time to find a new place in this world now that she
bore the scars of the battle on her body and no court
would take her. Triss just hoped that Yennefer made it
out alive and she was pleasantly surprised when Yennefer
turned up at her door months later with a bard in tow.
She was so happy to see her former lover and friend happy
and healthy again.
Triss was even more surprised when Yennefer turned up
at her door bloody, bruised, injured, and alone several
months later.
Written in 2020.
Affectation Hides Three Times as Many Virtues
AO3: one | two | three
Chapters: one | two | three
Fandom: The Witcher
Status: Complete
Words: 23,223
Rated: NC-17
Summary: Yennefer and Jaskier have been reunited
after Nilfgaard tried to tear them apart but now
they have to embark on a mission to find a way to
give Jaskier his voice back. There is also a decent
chance that Jaskier's parents might want revenge for
humiliating them and Geralt and Ciri might not forgive
them for getting captured and hurt in the first place.
Oh, and they still need to figure out a way to convince
the entire continent that Geralt and Ciri are dead so
there's no need for Nilfgaard to keep trying to kill
them while also coming to terms with how they all
feel about one another and fighting a war.
Should be a piece of cake.
Written in 2020.
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