#yennskier fluff

[tonbane]

Yennskier + 7 prompted by @handwrittenhello​ ! You know that one dress Yennefer wears with the shoulder jacket thingy? What if.. what if it’s gone 😳. I’m having Thoughts.

(Here’s all the kiss prompts so far)

Give me a ��� if you 💟 what I do!

[cherryjuicegf]

"Sweet Melitele, my balls will fall off out here!"

Yennefer flinches ever so faintly, lips twitching in an involuntary smile. She was not expecting company.

His steps are almost too loud on the stone floor of the balcony as he approaches and she does him the favor of replying. "And wouldn't that be a sight to behold."

A gasp, scandalized. "Oh, wicked witch. Who says you are not the one to control the weather, just to watch me suffer?" He stands beside her, the blabbering idiot, and it almost hurts to look him in the eye. "I'll tell you what would be a sight, a lightning striking you right where you stand, oh I would love to see that!"

Somehow the moment her fists clench on the railing, he goes silent. She still doesn't look at him. She wasn't expecting company, after all.

The thing is, company finds her anyway these days and she wouldn't say that it bothers her, no, she couldn't say that. Rather, it is a way of smiling every now and then, just to feel her lips turn upwards for once instead of ripping her face with bitterness. It is a way of feeling something. Even if it's regret, a cruel longing tearing her heart out of her chest every time she looks into his eyes, and sees herself.

Worse, he sees her too.

And now here he is, playing his biggest role, always before her and it always feels so forced, so out of place. Nothing like it does with the others. He is good at this with the others.

Ahead, the forest spreads white and deep under the light that struggles to pierce the grey clouds. Thin snowflakes have already started twirling in the wind, cold and biting. At least, at least.

Suddenly, the voice beside her becomes hushed, and the curtain falls. "Too typical for you to seek the cold, don't you find?" There is a slight mirth in his tone, perhaps something to keep it warm.

Her nails dig into her palms, skin already sore and rough. She wants to avoid his stare. She can't. "Perhaps. Old habits die hard." Their eyes meet and a sudden ache attacks her knees. Damn him. A short smile curves her lips. "The only warmth that has ever welcomed me is that of a battlefield on fire."

She watches as the fingers of his right hand curl into his coat, as though on instinct. There was a time when she craved that same fire. Now that it has betrayed her too, she has nothing left but the cold.

Jaskier's eyes are crinkling faintly in the corners and it almost looks like a wince. Gods, why is he not saying anything? Only staring, searching as though for a string inside her to pull and let her crumble to the ground.

There are times she thinks she would let him. She almost craves it.

Now, she scoffs. How dare, how dare he doubt the shelter she has been hiding under for two lifetimes now, how dare he stand right in front of her and wait so ruthlessly for her to give in to something he will have to take back, sooner or later, lest she consumes it all.

That is the problem with company. After a while, you learn to expect it.

No, not now. She can't let him slip through her now. She shakes her head, and looks away. "What's the matter with you today?"

Something close to laughter escapes his lips then, almost incredulous, almost angry. "You have been the matter with me for quite a while now!" Yennefer turns at him sharply, and she is almost relieved in her need to fight back, and yet once she faces him, his shoulders slump. The expression that was bitter moments ago now melts into a soft thing, tender. Exhausted. "I don't want to play this game, Yennefer," his voice sounds so hollow it almost floats with the wind. "Not now."

At once, she deflates.

The thing is, it's too late. He has already slipped through, a long time ago, and so has she. It would be an injustice now, to hide from the mirror that has already walked in her shoes.

She holds her breath, looks him in the eye. Holds herself from screaming along with the blowing wind. "Something is missing," she says and her voice is cold, steady. Funny, how easily emptiness turns into a fact. She swallows, smiles. "My magic is back, and something is still missing. Simple as that."

Jaskier raises an eyebrow and she feels her lips quivering, resignation seeping inside her bones. There he goes. Winning again.

She lets go of the breath, lets go of the tightness in her body. It doesn't matter now. She closes her eyes, and her voice resembles a whimper. "Gods, Jaskier. I'm so tired."

The wind howls between them, blowing a few snowflakes over the balcony.

Suddenly, she feels gentle fingers wrapped slowly around her hands, holding them tight. She looks at Jaskier as he raises them in front of his face, running his thumbs over her knuckles and staring at them intensely, as though all her secrets are buried between the lines of her skin.

Softly, he presses a kiss there, lingers. Then, on the other hand. Something tingles in her eyes.

He doesn't let go. Only, he looks at her, a small smile on his lips. "Maybe your hands have been too cold."

It's a dangerous game, the one he wants to play. But she doesn't find it in her to step back. Perhaps because she never learns. Perhaps because, for all the coldness, she prefers the fire.

Perhaps now she can say that the only warmth that has ever welcomed her is that of a battlefield on fire, and the loving warmth of his hands.

So she smiles back.

When Jaskier slowly, carefully leads her inside, she can only follow.

[fandom-junk-drawer]

The Witcher Headcanon - Purring Bonus Scene - Part 4

Jaskier thought he knew all of Geralt's purrs. He purred when he was happy, when he was anxious, and when he was hurt or sick. And Jaskier had learned that each one had its own unique sound. Now he could read Geralt's moods by his purrs as easily as he could by his 'Hmm's.

It kind of irritated Geralt because he couldn't hide much from him now. Jaskier had always been very talented at reading people, and had very quickly learned to read all Geralt's subtle expressions, grunts, and body language. Geralt sometimes wondered if the bard didn't have some Fae blood in his family line because it sure seemed as if he could read his f***ing mind sometimes.

Geralt was just waiting for the day that Jaskier would predict, probably down to the minute, when Geralt would have to take a sh*t. And he would probably do it in the middle of one of his sets. In a crowded tavern. Or at a banquet.

Yeah, it would be at a banquet. And he would stop right in the middle of his song and yell in full bardic voice, "You might want to go find the privy, Geralt! I can tell by the way your left eyebrow just twitched that you are going to need to take a truly massive sh*t. You better squeeze those cheeks together and get moving. You've got maybe five minutes before that Food Baby gets born!"

And then Yennefer, from where ever she would be lurking in the hall, would add "And don't forget to wipe your a**!"

If that day ever came, Geralt would be the first Witcher in history to die of embarrassment.

Geralt's sardonic thoughts were interrupted by Jaskier's coughing. The bard had picked up a cold in the last town. It didn't sound like it was anything serious, but they were still going to stop in Vengerberg to let him rest before they continued on to Kaer Morhen. Hunting had been bad this year, so Geralt decided there was no reason why he couldn't go home early.

The bard was sitting by the campfire where he had been restringing his lute and was now trying to tune it. Geralt saw him slowly flex the fingers of one hand, and noticed the slight tremor in the digits. He watched him then squeeze the opposite forearm.

Geralt frowned to himself as Jaskier surreptitiously shook his arms and hands out, and forced them back to attending to his lute. He smelled like sickness, and...pain.

Jaskier had broken both his forearms two winters ago at Kaer Morhen, and Geralt knew what this Autumn chill was doing to the old injuries. He rose, rubbing at his own knee for a moment before hobbling over to the fire.

Jaskier blinked in surprise as his lute was lifted away. A hot stone wrapped in rags was placed in his hands, and he was then pulled face first against a warm chest that was vibrating with a rumbly purr.

Jaskier was going to protest, but the heat from the stone was chasing the ache from his forearms, and he suddenly realized that he was a little bit cold. And pretty tired. And his body ached. They had been traveling most of the morning. Oooh, that purring was...niiiice. The vibration felt good in his hands and arms... Wait, was that Geralt's Hurt purr? No, no, this one was different. It was quieter, steadier...

Geralt didn't know how the purr happened. He'd been trying to Hurt purr, because that was what always helped him when he was in pain, but somehow, it came out different. He felt the second when it hit a rhythm and frequency that...felt right. This was how he needed to purr to make Jaskier feel better.

Geralt purred until he heard Jaskier's heartbeat find a steady rhythm that told him the pain was gone, or at least diminished to where it was tolerable.

"Let's get to Vengerberg so you can rest."

They rode the rest of the day until they reached Vengerberg, and they went straight to Yennefer's house. The mage was waiting, looking as usual, as if their presence were an inconvenience. It wavered for a split second as she watched a pale, tired-looking Jaskier slither down from the saddle.

She grumbled as she led them inside and showed them to their rooms.

"Ugh! Now I have to look at you for the next few days!" Yennefer commented as she strode into Jaskier's room a few minutes later with Geralt at her heels.

"Look on the bright side. It's a nice change from looking at the ugly you see in the mirror every day!" Jaskier replied in a half-hearted, nasally grumble from where he was sitting on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. Yennefer could hear him wheezing slightly with each exhale.

"Ha! Like you look any better right now!" Yennefer quipped as Jaskier started coughing. She made a face as he gagged up a blob of phlegm and leaned over the edge of the bed.

"Don't you dare spit that on my floor, you uncouth savage!"

Jaskier glared at her, then spat the greenish gob into his hand and wiped it on his shirt.

"That's disgust-! You're disgusting!" She snapped. Her tone was sharp, but Geralt saw that her hands were gentle as she pressed them to Jaskier's cheeks, and then the sides of his neck, before slipping her hand down the back of his shirt.

Yennefer ignored Geralt's knowing 'Hm'. She could feel a little bit of fever in the bard's skin and she could tell by the way he kept wincing that his head hurt. At least his breathing wasn't too bad.

"Yeah? Well...your mother." Jaskier mumbled in one last attempt to keep up the Mortal Enemies act as the witch ran a hand tenderly through his hair.

Yennefer saw him cringe.

"Sorry, Yen... I'm not exactly at my best right now."That had definitely not been one of his wittiest comebacks.

Yennefer leaned in and placed a soft kiss to his temple.

"It's alright, dear heart," She said sympathetically as she slipped under his other arm as Geralt helped him up. "Let's get you into the bath and then put you to bed."

Jaskier heaved a wheezy sigh. He was too tired and light-headed to reply, so he let them slowly lead him to the washroom, where a tub of steaming hot water and a roaring fire waited.

Jaskier drank the potion Yennefer handed him after he'd finished with his bath, then curled up in the bed, tucked up against his personal heater, smelling of the herbs Yennefer had dumped into the bath water to help his breathing. He lay there, listening to the rumble of Geralt's purr.

The vibration of it felt nice. It helped take his attention away from the discomfort in his arms. Or was it easing the pain? Is this why Geralt would purr when he was hurt? Is this what it felt like to him? Was it like a painkiller? Was this some kind of, of Healing purr?

Jaskier wanted to ponder that line of thought more, but the rhythmic sound and vibration of Geralt's purring was making it hard to think of much of anything. The thoughts came sluggishly, then flitted away leaving his mind pleasantly empty. There was just the purring and the warmth.

He shifted, summoning the energy to roll over and clumsily resituate himself. He put his arm over Geralt's stomach and rested his head on his chest. That was better...

Geralt continued purring until he felt Jaskier completely relax. His breathing was deep and even, if a little congested. Geralt slowly eased his sleeping friend off him, settling him on his back so he could breathe easier.

He shushed him when he stirred, snuffling and clumsily rubbing the back of his hand over his eyes as he muttered groggily. Geralt pulled the blankets up over him, and laid his hand on his chest so he could feel that he was there. Jaskier settled back down after a few moments, falling back asleep.

Geralt made sure there was enough wood on the fire, then went to help Yennefer.

He spent the following days helping out around the house when he wasn't cuddled up to Jaskier, purring.

Jaskier improved quickly over the next three days. He was recovering from the cold faster than Yennefer expected. His fever had broken the first night, and the congestion was all but gone now. The cough lingered, but Yennefer was not concerned about it. Coughs sometimes didn't clear up for a week or two.

Jaskier had entertained himself while he recovered by discussing his theory about Geralt's purring with Yennefer. The sorceress hadn't dismissed his thoughts as he'd expected her to. Instead, she seemed quite interested in hearing them, and the two of them would discuss and compare theories and observations until Jaskier started drifting off. Geralt was often dragged into their discussions for his personal perspective and experiences.

When Jaskier was finally fit to travel, he left with a thick, warm jacket, a bag full of potions for when his arms ached, and a brand new notebook to start recording his thoughts, ideas, and observations. He promised that when they next saw each other, Yennefer could help him organize his notes.

Geralt had rolled his eyes and braced himself for a long winter.

[astaldis]

@smubbles-etc

Chapters: 1/1     Words: 560 Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jaskier | Dandelion/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg Additional Tags: Porn, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn with Feelings, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Nudity, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Sex and Chocolate, Top Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Bottom Jaskier | Dandelion, Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg Loves Jaskier | Dandelion, Jaskier | Dandelion Loves Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Established Relationship, yenskier, Yennskier Summary: There is still some mousse au chocolate left in the bowl and Yennefer is not finished with Jaskier quite yet. (Sequel to "Of Tulips and Tits" but can be read as a stand alone, too.)

She would not have thought it possible after the hot sex they have had not so many minutes ago, but his cock hardens the instant her fingers start to circle the shaft. The magic of the chocolate mousse? Perhaps. The tips of her fingers are covered in the delicious, dark mass and paint almost black circles onto his erection that glisten in the soft candle light. He groans throatily.She would not have thought it possible after the hot sex they have had not so many minutes ago, but his cock hardens the instant her fingers start to circle the shaft. The magic of the chocolate mousse? Perhaps. The tips of her fingers are covered in the delicious, dark mass and paint almost black circles onto his erection that glisten in the soft candle light. He groans throatily.

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[showmethesneer]

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, Multi

Fandom: The Witcher (TV)

Relationship: Jaskier | Dandelion/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg

Characters: Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Jaskier | Dandelion, Istredd (The Witcher), Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia

Additional Tags: Spooning, Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Soft Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Protective Jaskier | Dandelion, Song: Secret Worlds (The Amazing Devil), Song: Her Sweet Kiss (The Witcher), Writer's Block, Cabin Fic, Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg Needs a Hug, Soft Jaskier | Dandelion, Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Polyamory, Bisexual Jaskier | Dandelion, Yennskier

Summary:

modern day au - The polycule spends a vacation in the mountains and, amidst all that peace and quiet, Jaskier gets writer’s block. He has an emotional cuddle sesh with Yennefer while they talk through it, and other relationship things.

[werewolfwinnebaego]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Witcher (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion, Jaskier | Dandelion/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg Characters: Jaskier | Dandelion, Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia Additional Tags: First Time, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Hand Jobs, Vaginal Fingering, Bathing/Washing, Massage, Kaer Morhen's Fanon Hot Springs (The Witcher), Kaer Morhen (The Witcher), Soft Jaskier | Dandelion, Soft Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Soft Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia Series: Part 2 of I've Loved You All Along Summary:

Jaskier, Yennefer, and Geralt are healing their hurts and finding peace with one another. Jaskier also finds the hot springs.

Follows "Not So Lonesome With You" but can be read on its own pretty easily.

[bambirex]

Sunshine For The Sunshine

Pairing: Geraskier, Yennskier, Radskier

Characters: Jaskier/Dandelion, Geralt of Rivia, Yennefer of Vengerberg, Radovid, Cirilla of Cintra, Lambert, Eskel, Coen, Vesemir

Additional tags: fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, soft Jaskier, soft Geralt of Rivia, soft Yennefer of Vengerberg, snippets, poly Jaskier, everyone loves Jaskier, found family, past injury, handfeeding, Jaskier getting spoiled the way he deserves, no actual plot

Word count: 2,127

Chapters: 5/5

Summary: Jaskier being loved, spoiled and taken care of by everyone the way he deserves.

Author's notes: There's no plot here, these are just short fluffy chapters that are not connected at all. The new season is treating Jaskier a lot better already with people finally caring for him more, but it's still not enough for me so here we go, have some snippets of Jaskier being coddled like a kitten.

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*

All Jaskier did was sneeze about two times before a giant mug of steaming cocoa was pushed into his hands.

He shot a questioning look up at Geralt, who was standing above him with several blankets in hand, looking deeply concerned.

“Okay, I am not that sick,” Jaskier chuckled. His voice was a little raspy as his throat itched. It was the beginning of an annoying cold, which sucked, but Geralt acted as if he suffered from some horrible, incurable disease. The witcher has been fussing around him like a mother hen in the past few days, from the moment Jaskier sniffled for the first time.

“You need to warm up,” Geralt told him softly. He draped the blankets over Jaskier, gently rubbing his shoulders to warm him. “I don’t want your condition to get worse.”

“My condition,” Jaskier snorted, “I just have a sore throat.”

“I just want you to be okay, Jask,” Geralt sat next to him on the bed. He pressed a kiss to the side of Jaskier’s head. Jaskier hid his smile in his mug.

Geralt continued to hold him as Jaskier took the first sip of his warm beverage, his arms wrapped around him protectively, shielding him from any discomfort. Jaskier let out a small sound of bliss, allowing himself to burrow deeper into Geralt’s hug.

“This is really nice,” Jaskier smiled as he rested his head against Geralt’s chest. He felt his eyes becoming droopy, both from the sickness and from how content and loved he felt. Geralt kissed the top of his head this time, nuzzling him like a large and very affectionate cat.

“I can get you some medicine from the town,” Geralt said. He pressed the back of his hand against Jaskier’s forehead to check his temperature. “You may not have a fever now, but I’m worried you will. How’s your head? Does it hurt? Your stomach?”

“I am getting overwhelmed with all this care,” Jaskier mused. He couldn’t wipe the satisfied grin off his face. “When did you become so gentle?”

Geralt hummed, pulling Jaskier closer until he sat halfway on the witcher’s lap. Geralt supported Jaskier’s hand that held the cup with his own, making sure he wouldn’t spill the sweet cocoa. With his other hand, he gently tilted Jaskier’s head towards him with his fingers hooked under his chin. Jaskier’s heart fluttered at the genuine kindness in Geralt’s eyes.

“I’ve met someone who changed me,” Geralt replied, and suddenly Jaskier’s throat didn’t ache because of the impending illness, but because of the way his whole heart leapt into it.

For the first time in his life, he found himself unable to say anything, so instead, he cocooned himself in Geralt’s embrace, his body and soul healing slowly.

**

Jaskier’s hand was okay now, but sometimes he felt those tiny phantom pains, like needles piercing his skin. It made him want to scratch and rub at his tingling palms, made him want to pull off dead skin and poke at the now healed, but forever deeply marred flesh.

It was hard to control his hand when a sensation like this flared up in his hands. His fingers trembled, refusing to cooperate when he tried to frame his eyes with kohl. Jaskier swore under his breath, frustrated tears welling up in his eyes.

He yelped when suddenly he felt a touch on his back. He whipped around to see Yennefer standing behind him.

“Gods above, witch,” Jaskier huffed, “you’ll kill me one day.”

“Maybe,” Yennefer shrugged. Her eyes fell on Jaskier’s hands, and a small smile twitched at her lips. It wasn’t a look of pity on her face, but one of genuine care – a kindness that Jaskier used to think did not exist in her. “Let me help you, first.”

“I’m good,” Jaskier waved a dismissive hand, which still shook treatorously. “I can do it myself.”

“I know you can,” Yennefer replied softly. She reached out her hand, waiting patiently, not crossing any boundaries, instead letting Jaskier decide for himself. “Just not now. Please, allow me, Jaskier.”

Jaskier bit his lip. He hated feeling so useless, but that was not what Yennefer implied; Jaskier could see it in her eyes, could hear it in her voice. She offered Jaskier a choice, wanting to take care of him genuinely but also respecting his autonomy at the same time.

With a sigh, Jaskier handed Yennefer the kohl. Yennefer gave him a small smile before she seated herself on his lap, gently tilting Jaskier’s face upwards with her hand. Jaskier felt his cheeks go warm under her ministrations as she so carefully brushed the eyeliner over his skin. She was careful not to poke him in the eye, working on his face with such precision as if Jaskier was one of her secret magic elixirs that required a lot of focus.

His lashes fluttered as Yennefer fixed a small smudge, wiping it off with her thumb gently before she went on to fill in the gap with the tip of the kohl.

Jaskier swallowed thickly as Yennefer pulled back, caressing his cheek gently.

“Pretty,” she said with genuine awe, before she leaned in to kiss him on the lips sweetly.

**

“No utensils? Thought this was a civilized place.”

Radovid chuckled as he lifted the tiny bite of whatever-it-was off Jaskier’s plate. He held it up close to his face, making Jaskier frown in confusion.

“Open up,” Radovid told him, his voice both sweet and commanding, and Jaskier, though hesitantly, did it, still not very sure of what was going on. The food was slipped between his lips gently, and he couldn’t help but let out a small gasp when the taste exploded on his tongue- savory, and just a little spicy.

“This is good,” he admitted. He barely had time to swallow before he was offered another bite. Jaskier’s cheeks flushed at the smirk that Radovid gave him.

“I can feed myself, you know.”

“I don’t want you to,” Radovid replied simply. He gave Jaskier his typical eyebrow raise that implied there was no place for an argument. “I am planning on spoiling you rotten, my sweet thing.”

Now, Jaskier was used to praises and seductive words, but somehow, the way Radovid said it- playful, but still sincere, flirty but with so much care, like he was truly intent on handfeeding Jaskier an entire course, made his stomach tingle with warmth. He bashfully opened his mouth for another bite, feeling a pleasant shiver run down his spine when Radovid wiped a bit of sauce off his chin with his thumb.

A cup of wine was held to his lips next, making Jaskier laugh.

“I can’t even drink alone?”

“What did I say about spoiling you?”

“Right,” Jaskier gave in with a sigh, but his lips curled into a pleased grin anyway. He let himself relax as Radovid held the rim of the cup against his lips, making him drink the sweet wine gently. It warmed Jaskier’s throat and stomach pleasantly.

He was offered tiny desserts next, and he had to admit, slipping into this feeling was easier than he thought. He was used to taking care of other people: lovers, friends, family, and now he was receiving the same care, being fed like a hungry little baby bird and showered with the affection he always craved.

Occasionally, between bites, Radovid caressed his cheek and whispered something sweet to him that made Jaskier nearly choke on his food, too overwhelmed all of a sudden. He closed his eyes in bliss, letting the taste of a strawberry fill his mouth, while love and gratitude filled his heart.

**

No one has ever insisted so aggressively that Jaskier shouldn’t lift a finger. He was usually nagged about making himself useful at last, and the change was very surprising.

He genuinely wanted to help out: Kaer Morhen was huge. There was a lot to clean up, and a lot of hungry mouths to feed, but he actually wasn’t allowed to do anything. He made an offended noise at the back of his throat when Lambert all but tore the mop out of his hand.

“Nuh-uh,” he grumbled, “no need.”

“You think I can’t use a mop?” Jaskier huffed. “I am not such a spoiled brat.”

“That’s not why,” Lambert chuckled, gently patting Jaskier on the head. “You should rest, songbird.”

“It’s already too generous you’re letting me winter here, I should help you out, at least!”

“We’re not letting you stay because we want to make you play maiden,” Eskel told him with a smile. He, much like the rest of the Kaer Morhen wolves, kept insisting he should rest, and rest, and then rest some more. It was actually him, that practically shoved Jaskier out of the kitchen because he dared try and help with cutting up the vegetables.

“We’re letting you stay, because you mean a lot to Geralt. And us.”

“Alright, but…” Jaskier trailed off, not very sure how to process what he’s just heard. Him? Meaning a lot to a horde of supernatural warriors?

“Well, at least let me organize the books in the library…”

“Already done,” Coen grinned at him. “I did it last night.”

“But… but I said I would…”

“Yeah, well, now you don’t have to,” Coen gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze. “The only thing you should focus on is getting some rest and composing some lovely songs. And keeping on making us happy with your presence.”

Now Jaskier was sure he was actually just imagining things, because there was no way Coen just implied that his mere presence brought such joy to the witchers – but when he looked at them, he saw Lambert grinning, and that sincere spark in Eskel’s eyes. Jaskier walked out of the kitchen in disbelief.

He tried getting himself some tasks in the stalls, where Vesemir flat out told him that if he didn’t go back inside from the freezing cold, he would ask Geralt to kick his ass.

“Why does no one want me to help?” Jaskier groaned. Vesemir chuckled softly.

“You already help, Jaskier,” he said, his voice warmer than what Jaskier has ever heard from him. “You already help an awful lot.”

Jaskier didn’t even try to ask what he meant. He stumbled back inside the keep, his heart swelling with so many emotions inside his chest.

**

The last note rang out, and the crowd erupted into cheers. The clapping was so loud, it was almost deafening. Jaskier grinned widely before he took a bow, the ecstasy of a well-done performance strumming in his veins.

“That’s my uncle!” Ciri yelled, her cheeks pink with excitement. She stood on top of a table, ignoring Yennefer’s pleas to get off. “He belongs to us!”

Jaskier laughed in disbelief. A couple decades ago, he played in this exact tavern. He was met with disdain then, was pelted with bread and tomatoes, and no one has wanted anything to do with him. And now, the crowd was going wild, singing him praises and practically bowing before him as he made his way over to the table in the corner. At that table, sat the three most important people in his life, people who weren’t always the nicest to him, but who loved him with all their hearts now. People who were proud to declare him a part of their family.

“That was incredible, Jaskier,” Geralt said with a smile. No more fillingless pie, just incredible. Jaskier sighed happily, gladly taking the gentle shoulder squeeze from Geralt.

“Our bard,” Yennefer said with a grin, gently bopping Jaskier on the nose. Jaskier stuck his tongue out at her playfully, but the loud beating of his heart exposed him. Ciri all but jumped into his arms, wrapping her arms tight around his neck as she hugged him tight.

“You have to teach me to play, one day,” she said excitedly, still squeezing Jaskier. “How are you so talented?”

“Well, having such a lovely audience always helps,” Jaskier replied earnestly. He gently ruffled Ciri’s hair. “Besides, you’re already too powerful. What would happen if we also trained you to be a bard?”

“She would be like you,” Yennefer said softly. She gently brushed a sweaty lock out of Jaskier’s face. “And that’s not even such a bad thing.”

“Not at all,” Geralt chimed in. He gently stroked Jaskier’s back, making him melt into his touch. “So, where do you want to go celebrate?”

“Wherever you go,” Jaskier replied, his grin nearly splitting his face, the same way his heart nearly burst through his chest. “I wanna celebrate with my family.”

“Sounds lovely,” Yennefer grinned. “Our favorite poet is choosing us!”

Ciri hugged him again, and Jaskier blinked against the happy tears in his eyes.

Favorite. Incredible. Loved.

[bardcore-jaskier]

♡ My thoughts on Veskier + headcanons ♡

- One of the rarest rare pairs in the Witcher fandom for sure! And guess what? I LOVE IT!!!

- They chose the perfect actor to play Vesemir in season 2! Kim Bodnia is a charismatic Danish actor with a charming accent, his performance was AMAZING!

- As of season 2, I personally am a bit cross with most characters in the series for the way they treated Jaskier. Geralt used Jaskier for his loyalty and his apology was shit, so Geraskier prompts/ideas don't come to me as quickly as they used to.

- Lauren went and killed off Eskel, so to cook up some Jaskel content it would have to be an AU where he doesn't die and would require a LOT of creativity not only to make it possible for him to be alive, but also mix and match his personality from video clips of his game counterpart on YouTube, since Eskel didn't get enough screen time on Netflix to show the entirety of his character.

- Lambert was an absolute dick to Jaskier, so Lambskier is rocky too, Lambskier's only saving grace is that Lambert and Jaskier didn't have a lot of scenes together, leaving a lot of room for thinking up ways in which those two could bond.

- WHICH BRINGS ME TO MY CURRENT FAVORITE JASKIER SHIPS: Yennskier (I already made a post about) and of course Veskier!

- Veskier, being a ship of a younger pretty man and an older witcher warrior, has mostly gotten attention from the extremely kinky side of the fandom. Daddy kink, BDSM, dom/sub, breeding kink and other kinks galore. Even more often, this ship is mixed with others in a M/M/M/M/M setting, you know, I know you know, we all have seen the witchersexual!Jaskier tag on AO3. And while I do enjoy a little well written smut from time to time, most of the Veskier fanfics out there do not quite suit my taste.

- Vesemir and our beloved, adorable, brilliant walking sunshine trouble maker of a bard, did not interact in season 2 at all, I doubt that they will ever, with both being side characters. HOWEVER, that makes this pairing FREE REAL ESTATE! Who is to say what is likely and what is not? Who is to say they won't work? Who is to say that they couldn't have gotten together at some point off screen?

- It makes me a little sad that people don't realize just how much potential there is with Veskier! Much like Yennskier, the theoretical romantic relationship between these two, at least going off of Netflix canon alone, would be surprisingly healthy and wholesome.

- Every time I imagine them together, I headcanon Jaskier as not entirely human. Either part-fae or of elder blood.

- Veskier is a perfect ship for emotional healing, for fluff, for the kinky side, for the crack, for happiness!

- FLUFF × CRACK × SMUT × HURT/COMFORT

Let me set the scene

- After Voleth Mier, Jaskier realizes that he somehow ended up in a situation where he lost his precious lute, became a wanted man in Oxenfurt (a city he considered his home), got tortured for information about his ex-bff, then said ex-bff came to bail him out of jail because he needed him, not for the sake of making amends, essentially using Jaskier to find Yennefer and then sending him off with Ciri as a glorified nanny. And here he is, at the top of another mountain, in Kaer Morhen, where Geralt is too busy with Ciri to talk while the other witchers are rude to him. He is penniless, injured, has nothing but the bloodied clothes on his back and is suffering from nightmares about Rience.

- Vesemir is a tired old man who has witnessed too much bloodshed in his lifetime. His body may be enhanced and therefore he doesn't feel the physical effects of aging (if at all) as much as he does the mental. All witchers were human at some point, he can actually feel the psychological toll of living much longer than humans are designed to. Still, he has to be strong as the master of the keep, to set an example and to be a dependable source of wisdom and guidance for his pups. He will never admit it out loud, but the things he has to deal with after Voleth Mier overwhelm him. There's Geralt's whole elder blood child surprise thing, constant repairs of a crumbling fortress, honoring and mourning the fallen witchers, processing the fact that new mutated mosters are appearing and they don't have the mutagens to create more of their kind to protect the continent and survive. There is nothing he can do about it except deal with the anxiety of knowing these stone cold facts.

- In this whole mess, two broken souls might just be what the other needs. Where Vesemir could do with a break, with a little joy, Jaskier is more than enough to help with that. And where Jaskier could do with being taken care of after everything he's been through, after everything he lost, Vesemir is a perfect candidate for that job. Their relationship would be yin and yang, balance and harmony personified.

- Honestly, please tell me that you see it too! They have a lot in common, Jaskier is a professor, mastered the seven liberal arts, grammar, logic, rhetoric, arithmetic, geometry, music, astronomy and according to canon, he passed every exam with flying colors!

- Vesemir is wise, he has lived for centuries, he has witnessed history, he was trained as an alchemist, has extensive knowledge about many things. He is a bottomless pit of knowledge.

- They could talk for hours together and never run out of topics to discuss.

- And the sex? OH BROTHER! Jaskier fucked his way across the continent countless times, while Vesemir is so ancient there is no way that he hadn't bedded a considerable amount of people. Yeah, the sex would be mind blowing I should think.

- Jaskier is a hopeless romantic and Vesemir is a traditional gentleman (when he is wooing the damsels, according to game!canon Lambert.) They would probably be very fluffy and affectionate with eachother. Verbose compliments, music, cuddling, kissing.

- LMAO, imagine everyone else's reaction!!!

- Geralt would be mortified seeing his friend making out with his father figure on the kitchen table 🤣🤣🤣

- The other witchers would probably feel uneasy, shocked at first too, until they get used to it. HAHA ONCE THEY DO LAMBERT IS GONNA FUCKING MILK IT

"Morning papa Vesemir, papa Jaskier"

- KAER MORONS!!!

- Also, the theoretical adventures a witty traveling part fae bard and a silverfox witcher could have, make me beyond giddy!

[dancingwiththefae]

yennskier mermaid au is complete!

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Yennskier

Tags: Alternate Universe - Merpeople, Merperson Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Near Death Experiences, Drowning, Fluff and Smut, Fairy Tale Elements, Non-Human Genitalia, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Cunnilingus, Shapeshifting

Summary:

Finding himself getting into trouble while swimming in the sea, Jaskier is saved by the most captivating creature he had ever seen. A goddess. He makes it his mission to find her again and, when he does, he finds the goddess who saved him comes with a tail and very sharp claws

[handwrittenhello]

nic! i love that you've so much about my favorite witcher characters! there's all the hot sexy geraskefer and all the yennskier and geraskier kink. but also the fluff and humor! forever cackling at jaskier and geralt waking up married. ANYWAY i would be remiss if i didn't also say how much your art is awesome. i love seeing you take on new elements in your portraits and the color palette/emoji asks were so much FUN. I love seeing you fall deep in trek love and your trek art makes me 😍

KUWDORAAAAAA thank you so much!! getting this message made me so happy :DD sending so much love and positivity back to you 💖💖💖

[wren-of-the-woods]

12. What emotions do you expect your readers to feel? and 14. What have you been finding frustrating with writing this chapter/fic? For whatever WIP you wanna answer for!!

Thank you so much! <3

What emotions do you expect your readers to feel?

Yennskier kidfic:

If I'm doing my job right some feels, some tension, and a good amount happiness! The fic is a mixture hurt/comfort and fluff with plenty of pining to go around. There are also some scenes that made me laugh to write, so hopefully some of my readers feel the same :D

What have you been finding frustrating with writing this chapter/fic?

For the Renfri fic:

The plot. is not always plotting. There's relationship development that needs to happen, and getting it to happen is being difficult because I ran out of what I'd plotted out in my head beforehand. Progress is happening but I have to fight it sometimes!

From this ask game! <3

[evilwickedme]

I really enjoy your ao3 works! Do you mind telling me what your plans are for the future? Any WIPs or aus 👀

oh my gosh thank you!! yeah I'm working on a bunch of things right now and none of them are really getting done lmao, you know how it is

for marvel rn I have one active WIP called all you need to know about gwen stacy. It's very much in its infancy but it's a spiderverse based spider-gwen story and it's going to be hopefully my longest gwen story yet, not that that's really impressive everything I've written with her as the main character has been pretty short. I also have Break It Fic on the backburner; that has two chapters up and has for months now and I don't see myself going back to it anytime soon, but I do want to finish it for real! also I hope to write a fic for valenpool over the next week or so and publish it on valentine's day (get it?), should be a short fluff fic, maybe two thousand words at most. it's going to be called Dead Valentine I got the name from a convo with @waterme-stories regarding valenpool's ship name thanks again

for the witcher I have a number of incomplete fics but the only two that are still actively on my mind are the yennskier post s2 get together which only has one chapter left and an outsider POV oneshot that honestly might not get published if I don't finish it by the time s3 comes out. I have a few pages of it and it's based basically on the fact that Geralt's reputation really does live and die on Jaskier's song - so what does that look like for some random villagers in an unimportant town? I wanted it to be a spiritual successor to one of my most successful fics, in which an entire university faculty becomes far too involved in Pankratz and Vengerberg's love life, which is another outsider POV for the witcher fandom although it's a modern au and this one isn't

dc is obviously my main fandom rn and I have a bunch of projects for that! I'm still working on my before and after fic series and that has a few fics in progress. the mental health fic already has two chapters up and the final chapter has about a paragraph written, and I've also got a sequel fic nicknamed the therapy fic with no outline and about two pages written. I actually don't know if the therapy fic will actually end up seeing the light of day since the mental health fic has received lukewarm attention at best and I'd rather focus my attention on things that will actually be liked. there's also probably going to be a silly little oneshot that introduces cass to jason in the before and after universe, it's a bit of a retcon but I don't really think it matters since it's meant to be lighthearted. and if I still have any steam at all after all of that, there's also another short multichaptered fic planned for the series that focuses on damian, but that's a real question mark we have to see how I feel when I get there

I've also offhandedly mentioned my jealousy timkon au which is loosely inspired by this fic and has established timber with kon coming back into tim's life and sort of messing everything up. I like making my favs suffer idk what to tell you. it's a no capes college au with childhood friends to strangers to friends to lovers and I'm actually going to break form and there will be no cheating! I've written a lot about cheating in the past but this is going to remain in the realm of longing. there's about a page and a half written of this and I have some vague ideas of where I want it to go but I haven't even decided if I'm going for a oneshot or not. probably not but if so it'll end up my main fic for a while so I want to at least get the mental health fic and the valenpool valentine's day piece done by then

and finally I have two pieces of smallville fic I'm planning on writing, probably after I've done my lecture in april (assuming it'll get accepted but I haven't been told no in three years, so). I've actually detailed both of them already but if you missed it the first one I came up with is a post s10 slice of life fic, ignoring the arrowverse Crisis plot cause it's bullshit and clark wouldn't give up his powers, and ignoring s11 comics cause I haven't read them. the second one has a detailed outline in an ask from earlier this month and it's my fix it for lana's send off in season eight cause fuck that plotline

so yeah that's everything on my mind! obviously this isn't exactly a small amount but I'm hoping to start finishing things and stop starting them any day now (he said, lyingly)

[astaldis]

Here another post S2 Yennskier fic (if you haven't read it yet) with only a little Geralt in the first chapter, then it's pure friends to lovers action/hurt/comfort/fluff Yen x Jaskier:

Where The Tulips Grow

Geralt, Yennefer, and Ciri learn that Jaskier has gone missing under suspicious circumstances. Circumstances that hint at a kidnapping. Yennefer leaves Geralt with Ciri and goes to save the bard. But not all goes as planned. The hero becomes the damsel in distress and Jaskier has to save the day. (23k)

(it also has two smut one-shots as a sequel if you like it a bit more spicy: Of Tulips And Tits and More Mousse Magic)

I'm actually so unwell because I'm really love Yen x Jaskier. And looking for fics has made me realize that not only do I want more protective Jaskier and Soft Yennefer in fics but I really need less Geralt x Jaskier undertones in fics and someone posted about this too on Tumblr but I can't find it now. But yeah, I feel like it's just so overused and so boring, and I very much disagree that Jaskier has chemistry with Geralt I do occasionally enjoy the OT3 stories with Geralt, Jaskier, and Yennefer but mostly I just want Jaskier and Yennefer and they are so hard to find.

I think mostly for me is that I don't really enjoy Geralt too much. There's rarely times when I'm truly interested in his story. I did really enjoy him in season 1 and kinda of 2.

[brasskier]

At first, she thought Geralt was crazy.

He had to be. That could be the only explanation for why he let the absolute nuisance of a companion that was Jaskier tag along for two decades of on-and-off adventures. She wasn’t crazy, Yennefer assured herself. There was a method to why she was letting the bard follow her around the Continent - that was, when she first found him at the bottom of a mug in the dingiest tavern Caingorn had to offer just after the dragon hunt, she had exactly zero faith that he’d manage to survive on his own. And she felt a little, tiny, itsy bit of sympathy, for how Geralt had treated him - not that it was her fault, really - but, sure. He can come along. Just until she trusts he won’t drown himself in liquor the minute he’s left to his own devices. 

    And gods, does he not shut up. Every hour of every day, it’s constant chatter. And if he isn’t incessantly running his mouth, he’s plucking at that damned lute, and she’s had to fight off the urge to snap it upside his head on more occasions than she can keep track of at this point. Even in his sleep, the bard isn’t quiet, mumbling incoherently to himself. (And ‘bard’ is about virtually all she ever addresses him as.) 

    But sometimes, he’s not just talking in his sleep. Sometimes, it’s a night terror, and he’s flinging himself off his bedroll and flailing at intruders visible only to him, and she should be annoyed. She really should be, that gods-forsaken bastard disturbing her rest. But he looks so haunted (by what, exactly, she is not going to be the one to ask), and he sounds so unsure, and she can’t help but take pity. So, for the first time just a week into their joint travels, Yennefer begrudgingly extracts herself from her bedroll and slips into his, wraps her arms around him, and softly calls his name (his actual name, and not just “bard”, which is an improvement) until he stills and she can feel his breath even out. And then she deposits him back, tugs the blanket up to his chin, and returns to her bedroll so she can get back to sleep. And also because Melitele forbid she has to hear what he’ll come up with if he wakes up in her arms. 

    To his credit, he tries to return her favors - and she is very favorable, if you ask her. He performs at every last tavern she’ll let him stop at, puts the coin he’s earned to whatever herb or potion she needs or even just towards their dinner. And he never asks Yennefer to portal their way to their destination - though perhaps it’s as simple as years of “don’t touch Roach” has conditioned him not to ask for favors. Come to think of it, he doesn’t complain as much as she’d expected - as much as Geralt had claimed. Sure, he carried on from time to time. But if she told him to drop it - which she had no qualms doing - he did.

    Sometimes Yennefer’s sad. No particular reason, she just is. And when all she wants to do is lie on her back and stare at the stars and think, he’ll put his lute away, cozy up next to her as close as he dares, and stare with her. Silently. Not even a peep. Sometimes Jaskier’s sad, not for any one reason or another. And when all he wants to do is curl up and not think, she’ll prop herself against the nearest tree and hum whatever tune she thinks might just make him feel better. It usually does. Allegedly, she has a better voice than Geralt. She believes it. 

    It starts to actually get kind of easy to travel with Jaskier, loathe as she is to admit it. He’s not as high maintenance as she had anticipated, both for a noble and because of Geralt’s misgivings. She starts to think she might actually miss him, which she definitely won’t admit, but she definitely also won’t send him off anytime soon. For now, he can stay, and she almost wants him to. And he certainly wants to stay; she knows as well as he that he’s not cut out for stagnance. So she keeps going, and he keeps coming with, and that’s okay.

    It starts to get cold, and when Jaskier offhandedly mentions that he ought to start heading towards Oxenfurt soon, she can feel her heart sink. But she’s not Geralt, she doesn’t have to run off and hole up in Kaer Morhen for the whole season. She doesn’t need to leave - he doesn’t need to leave. She mentions this as nonchalantly as physically possible, and Oxenfurt isn’t brought up again. 

    It’s cold. Jaskier is cold; he shivers himself to sleep at night. Against all better judgement, she slides into his bedroll, scoots him over so her ass isn’t on the cold grass, and rubs warmth into his arms. How Geralt had never gotten him warmer clothes is beyond her. And this time, she lets herself fall asleep there. She’s ready and accepting of whatever snarky comments he’ll have come morning light, but he never does. He simply stretches, yawns a “good morning”, and sets about breaking camp. 

    She should’ve put a stop to it the next night when he set up his bedroll directly next to hers, lining up the edges neatly. Should’ve told him this was not some kind of permanent arrangement, something along the lines of “there’s a whole forest, bard. Move.” But she doesn’t, and they hold each other, and it’s okay. 

    They’re in Oxenfurt proper - the city, not the Academy - and he’s drunk after a long night of performing. She’s definitely had her fair share, too, but not so much that his comment doesn’t hit like a punch to the gut. “When did you start using ‘bard’ as a term of endearment instead of an insult?” She doesn’t have an answer for him, so she shrugs. He laughs, ale sloshing about in his tankard, leaning forward on the table. It’s a beautiful sound, and she resents herself to thinking that.

    The inn is warm and cozy. Jaskier shouldn’t need her to keep him warm. But she doesn’t fight it when he cozies up anyway. In fact, she’s not terribly sure she’d want to sleep alone. Having someone to fling your arms around is nice, after all. Her favorite part is right at daybreak, the handful of moments between her waking and his. He looks so young in his sleep, the crow’s feet and smile lines she’d teased him for all but gone, altogether almost more like a boy than a man who’s traveled the world. 

After weeks of this, she finally lets go of her pride, leans down, and places a brief kiss on his forehead. And when he blinks awake, tilts his head up, and blindly plants a sloppy half-asleep kiss on her cheek, she leans into it. 

    Geralt was crazy, she thinks again. Not for letting Jaskier travel with him, but for letting him go. 

[cherryjuicegf]

Sometimes, as they lie facing each other in silence, she traces his face with her fingertips.

There, the curves around his mouth, the cracks on his lips, the faintest freckles on his cheeks. The lines between his eyebrows, beside his eyes.

She's not one for tactility, that's what he thought. That's what is true, perhaps. Just not with him.

These times, there will be a small smile curving her lips. She may think she's winning. Knowing the shape of the enemy, learning how to take him apart.

He lets her. She doesn't need to learn much that she does not already know.

And yet oh, what a reward, to gaze at her while she molds her fingers between his lines.

Now, her thumb is stroking over his eyelids, trailing the faint creaks on the sides. Now her smile becomes wider for a moment. 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.

And he, he laughs.

They are not new. They had sheltered the widest of smiles and the thickest of tears between their walls, and yet.

And yet, in a way, they are new.

In the way her voice sounds like a floating feather, and her fingers linger and her smile persists and the words she once had used as a weapon, now she uses as a caress.

In the way she exists to either hurt or comfort him, and now she chooses to do the later.

He laughs and sees her eyes squint as she prepares herself for whatever foolishness he utters this time. They're masters of the game. "Not everyone is blessed with a life longer than their nose, witch," he says and relishes as she widens her eyes but does not enjoy for long, suddenly receiving a kick on the shin that almost throws him off the bed.

"What will be long is the scream you'll utter if you go on like that." Yennefer holds back her laughter. He does not.

"Alright, you win," he raises his hands in defeat and makes to laugh again, but watches as her eyes soften in a way he knows only few have seen, and darken ever so slightly, solemn.

She tilts her head, swallows. "The only blessing of my long life is getting to touch your short one with my hands."

And with that, she smooths her finger over the faint wrinkles and if she hears his heart skipping a beat, she stays silent as it was.

He doesn't speak either. Only he smiles and leans into her touch, places a kiss inside her palm. She's winning indeed.

And he lets her. A sweet defeat, being taken down with such tender weapons.

[showmethesneer]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Stolen from @firawren

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

50 🤘😝🤘

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

226,486

3. What fandoms do you write for?

A lot. I write whatever I feel so hyperfixated on, I can't actually leave it alone until I get the thoughts out in a fic. Once Upon A Time, The Witcher, Star Wars sequels, Gotham, Stranger Things, Hazbin Hotel, etc.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Rough Enough (The Witcher) - kinky Geraskier smut

Face For Radio, Body For Sin (Hazbin Hotel) - RadioDust smut

Master Of Finger Puppets (Stranger Things) - Steddie fluff

A Sensation (Helluva Boss) - kinky smutty Fizzmodeus hurt/comfort

The Cheerleader's Skirt (Stranger Things) - HellCheer fluff

5. Do you respond to comments?

Always. Every single one, every single time.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably Heartless Animals (Once Upon A Time) or Don't Belong To No City, Don't Belong To No Man (The Witcher)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Honestly, the vast majority of my fics have happy endings. Maybe compared to where this particular fic starts off, and the journey it goes through, I'd say Cupcakes (Gotham)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet 🙃

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

So much smut. The kinkiest smut I can articulate. But I do have a recurring obsession with writing femdom smut, feeding kink smut, and smut where one of the characters is asexual and navigating arousal and attraction throughout the experience.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Not usually, but I did write this Dark Knight/10 Things I Hate About You crossover about Patrick Verona becoming the Joker.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No, but I have had people build off my fics and write continuations a couple of times.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! Someone randomly translated Forbidden Fruit (Hazbin Hotel) to French. Which is cute because I've been toying with the idea of practicing my Spanish and Italian by working on my own translations of my own fics.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Never. I work alone. I don't even have a beta reader.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

I want so badly to say I don't have one, because I love so many ships, but it's yennskier.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

A Girl Worth Writing For (Once Upon A Time)

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue. Smut. And maintaining optimism.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Actually writing.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I'm not a fan, personally.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Heartless Animals for Once Upon A Time

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

I cannot stress enough how proud I am of Beauty and Brains: A Night In The Capitol (The Hunger Games) PLEASE READ IT 😭