Hi! I’m new to your blog and your fics are just adorable! Since prompts are open, I was wondering if I could request a platonic!Yennskier fic with the sentence “You won’t.” please? In which, if Yennefer is still without her chaos, then Jaskier absolutely would, even if he’d regret it later. Thank you for sharing your lovely writing, I hope your day is going well!
Hi, welcome!! I'm so glad you've been enjoying my writing, it means a lot to hear! Thanks for your prompt!
Also, I have no idea when in canon this could take place, maybe just pretend it took Yen longer to get her chaos back djkfhdjkf
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No Regrets
Fandom: The Witcher
Ship(s): Gen
Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Yennefer, Ler!Jaskier
Word Count: 472 words
Summary: Jaskier finds out something new about Yennefer.
[ao3 link]
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Yennefer’s scowl was a lot less frightening, Jaskier decided, when she didn’t have any Chaos at her command. Certainly, she was still a force to be reckoned with, and Jaskier had no doubt that she knew twelve different ways to kill him with just the small, thin rod she was using to stir her potions, but Jaskier was nothing if not ridiculously overconfident. Certainly confident enough to mess with her even more than he used to.
“What even is it that you’re making,” Jaskier asked, hovering over her shoulder.
“A potion,” she replied, forthcoming as ever.
“A potion that does… what, exactly?”
She tossed a glare over her shoulder. “Something.”
She shoved her elbow back, trying to push him out of her space. He went easily enough, knowing when not to push certain boundaries, but fumbled his footing, tripping over his own feet. Jaskier yelped, reaching for the table around Yennefer’s other side for balance, but managing to fumble that as well, misplacing his hand. It wound up on Yennefer’s side, squeezing in his panic for balance. She jumped away from his touch, which Jaskier would’ve normally found slightly odd but fair enough, but her movement was joined with a muffled squeak as her hand jolted up to her mouth.
Jaskier’s hand came down on the table and he managed to steady himself, but his eyes stayed glued on Yennefer. She glowered back at him.
“You won’t,” she said, “if you know what’s good for you.”
“Lucky for us both,” Jaskier replied, “I rarely do.”
He lunged forward, wrapping his fingers around Yennefer’s waist when she failed to dodge him. She squeaked when he flexed his fingers, bringing a hand up to cover her mouth when he kept going. Only moments later, quiet, muffled giggles spilled out from between her fingers.
“Bard!”
“Yes, witch?”
He moved his fingers up to Yennefer’s lower ribs, grinning when she doubled over against him, laughing harder. Only moments after, she started shoving at his hands. Not wanting to push even more boundaries, Jaskier backed off, pulling his hands away. She stepped away from him, smoothing her hair out of her face and taking several deep breaths to compose herself. She smoothed her hands down her dress and turned just in time for the door to open.
“What was all that noise?” Ciri asked as she trotted into the room.
“Nothing,” Yennefer replied. “You’re just in time for your lessons.” She shot a glare at Jaskier. “And the little bird was just leaving.”
Jaskier gave a dramatic sigh, bowing to Ciri with a grin as he passed by. He swept back past Yennefer before he left, stepping close to speak lowly enough that Ciri wouldn’t hear.
“Don’t think I didn’t notice you not fighting back,” Jaskier said.
Yennefer glared. “Just you wait, bard. You’ll regret this yet.”