one last time, love | 1.9k, T, fluff, read on tumblr
Five times Jaskier told Yennefer he would take his clothes off if she asked and one time she did.
a little bit of light | 862 words, T, emotional hurt/comfort, read on tumblr
“Do you remember the stars, Yennefer?”
“You think it’s a good time for poetry, bard?”
“No,” Jaskier shakes his head and feels his heart aching. “Just for some light.”
Yennefer can’t sleep in the dark. The darkness of the cell isn’t helping.
my dearest love, i’m not done yet | 5.2k, M, angst, mcd (temporary), read on tumblr
It’s a funny thing, really. A last memory. As if every memory before that counts for nothing, as if that last one will define a love of a life. As if she would love him less if she saw him in agony. As if her heart wasn’t already given away and thrown aside with the most violent way. As if the sound of the bottle shattering on the floor wouldn’t wail in her ears forever.
A death for a life, a potion and four days. Yennefer wishes it was that simple.
of lutes and broken hands | 1.3k, T, emotional hurt/comfort, read on tumblr
The lute feels heavy in her hands, the weight of past melodies, and Jaskier is staring at her in confusion. Or hope. Or despair. She’s tired of guessing wrong. Only this feels right anymore.
“Here,” she says and gives him the lute, and it feels like giving away her heart. And he takes it.
bring you home | 888 words, T, emotional hurt/comfort, read on tumblr
He’s gentle now too, he really is. Loving. One’s core is not that easily broken and yet, they were so close, so terrifyingly close, that sometimes she catches a fleeting glance of a ghost darkening his stare, something distant as if he’s momentarily losing himself in an endless abyss of despair with no memory of where it started. He scares her. A faint smile curves her lips, bitter. At least they’re even in that.
Sometimes his fingers tremble when he strokes her hair, and she can hear the whimper trapped in his throat.
she’s a tear that hangs inside my soul forever | 955 words, T, emotional hurt/comfort, read on tumblr
“Knows what?” A silent corner of his heart knows the answer and he clears his throat, vainly.
Yennefer sighs, shoulders slumped ever so slightly, as if she refuses to show weakness about this. It can’t be for any other reason. He has already seen her weak. “That I’m alive,” she says and it’s like a knife again, only that this time the blade is turned at herself.
the fools | 1.2k, T, emotional hurt/comfort, fluff, read on tumblr
Something in the way his eyelids drop resigned, and his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes makes her control slip between her fingers, laughing mockingly.
And just for a little bit, she finds she doesn’t mind.
Jaskier stares at her, reading her, and she never remembered being so easy to read. Then, as though he sees something, perhaps in her look or how she stands like she doesn’t intend to leave, he lets his shoulders slump. Sighs. “What do you want, Yennefer?”
Did he always sound so tired?
you’ll make me brave | 922 words, T, emotional hurt/comfort, read on tumblr
He chuckles. So warm, the abyss, like the hands creeping up his arms, like the fingers stoking his skin, like the seething tears that won’t escape her eyes only much later. A coward. “I am,” he admits, he’s been a coward all his life, if an artist is ever one. Then, he rests their foreheads together. “Just not with you.”
exploding love | 743 words, T, fluff
In which Jaskier loves Yennefer and blows up a kitchen.
today i somehow understand | 1.1k, T, emotional hurt/comfort, read on tumblr
Why, why, why does he care so much? She raises an eyebrow. “It should be.” Eventually, prehaps. She’s not one to hold out hope anyway.
Sometimes the answer lies in the caring.
i’ll stay because | 3.6k, E, fluff & hurt/comfort, read on tumblr
Five times Jaskier stayed and one time Yennefer understood the reason.
the water is fine | 1.2k, T, fluff, read on tumblr
Loving her is like loving the sea.
“It’s cold. You’ll drown.”
“Perhaps. We’ll both do.” Her eyes look like they’re whispering an apology. She huffs, bittersweet. “Still better than drowning alone.”
what we've found | 977 words, T, emotional hurt/comfort, read on tumblr
It doesn't matter, she decides. His body is warm and smells of comfort but it doesn't matter. She cannot go down this path, not again, not with a light heart. The only thing she can do is leave first. Choose the ending. The heartbreak. Something.
It's so hard to look away from him.
tender weapons | 489 words, G, fluff, read on tumblr
She meets his eyes, glinting as though with a look they can share the same thoughts. "The crow's feet are new," she whispers with the ever triumphant smirk yet her voice is tender, amused, as if she just made a discovery of an old habit, one that she's willing to visit over and over again.
a long way down to reach the sea | 13k, E, hurt/comfort, domestic yennskier, read on tumblr
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.
lover, terror and beloved | 7.2k, M, angst with a happy ending, time loop, read on tumblr
A terrible time loop escape, a curse, and happily dying by your lover's hand to break it. This is a love story.
