next installment: Innermost Depths
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on AO3, here’s an Explicit installment in the Meet Death Sitting series. Firstly, several things:
it is Jaskier/Yennefer, and there are some content warnings explained there in detail in the beginning and ending notes with specific triggers pointed out. (It is not noncon, it is also not either of them cheating on Geralt; I have a sort of poly kind of endgame there, none of the characters think of it as cheating. I’m just explaining this for people who are having OTP kind of feels about stuff so you can adjust your mindset and not worry.)
That said, on to the fun:
Innermost Depths, a whopping 12400 words, on AO3 featuring illusions, shapeshifting, pegging, transactions, politics, and Jaskier living the life of petty academic drama.
It also contains the excerpt about the teeth, and the short snippet I posted this morning, and is why I named the series the same thing I named the first story, because that theme is echoed in this one.
“So,” Yennefer said, “it seems to me you are the only possible source of the information I’m looking for, which is how in the name of fuck anyone could legitimately spontaneously fall in love with him.”
Jaskier nodded. “Well,” he said, “there’s the ass.”
“A lot of people have fantastic asses,” Yennefer said dangerously, unamused.
Jaskier writhed inwardly. “Jaw,” he said.
“An awful lot of people have good facial bone structure,” Yennefer said, sounding even more dangerous. Jaskier had the tip of his tongue between his teeth and she cut him off with “Don’t you dare say thighs or I’ll pull your guts out through your face.”
“Listen,” Jaskier said, looking at the ceiling. “You’re more or less asking me to just rip open my own chest and show you my beating heart so you can pick at it and maybe eat the parts you like. It’s not conducive to great honesty. I could show you some of my old poems, maybe, but I don’t think I can just– vomit it all out for you right now, no matter how terrifyingly you glower at me.”
“Maybe I should just kill you,” she said speculatively.
on AO3, here’s an Explicit installment in the Meet Death Sitting series. Firstly, several things:
it is Jaskier/Yennefer, and there are some content warnings explained there in detail in the beginning and ending notes with specific triggers pointed out. (It is not noncon, it is also not either of them cheating on Geralt; I have a sort of poly kind of endgame there, none of the characters think of it as cheating. I’m just explaining this for people who are having OTP kind of feels about stuff so you can adjust your mindset and not worry.)
That said, on to the fun:
Innermost Depths, a whopping 12400 words, on AO3 featuring illusions, shapeshifting, pegging, transactions, politics, and Jaskier living the life of petty academic drama.
It also contains the excerpt about the teeth, and the short snippet I posted this morning, and is why I named the series the same thing I named the first story, because that theme is echoed in this one.
“So,” Yennefer said, “it seems to me you are the only possible source of the information I’m looking for, which is how in the name of fuck anyone could legitimately spontaneously fall in love with him.”
Jaskier nodded. “Well,” he said, “there’s the ass.”
“A lot of people have fantastic asses,” Yennefer said dangerously, unamused.
Jaskier writhed inwardly. “Jaw,” he said.
“An awful lot of people have good facial bone structure,” Yennefer said, sounding even more dangerous. Jaskier had the tip of his tongue between his teeth and she cut him off with “Don’t you dare say thighs or I’ll pull your guts out through your face.”
“Listen,” Jaskier said, looking at the ceiling. “You’re more or less asking me to just rip open my own chest and show you my beating heart so you can pick at it and maybe eat the parts you like. It’s not conducive to great honesty. I could show you some of my old poems, maybe, but I don’t think I can just– vomit it all out for you right now, no matter how terrifyingly you glower at me.”
“Maybe I should just kill you,” she said speculatively.
