#yendelion

[littlestsnicket]

"He didn't get much from it," he muttered. "He didn't get much from our friendship. He had little but trouble because of me. He constantly had to get me out of some scrape... help me..."' She leaned across the table, put her hand over his and squeezed it hard without saying anything. Her eyes held regret.

Blood of Elves

this makes me insane. totally and completely insane.

[thirillia]

I am thriving off the Yenskier content in the first chapter of Blood of Elves.

Yen is being so soft for him. She thanks him for travelling with Geralt so he may not be alone. And Dandelion is insecure because he thinks he was nothing but a nuisance in Geralts life. But they both just care so much about him and and that’s what they connect over.

I love this.

[littlestsnicket]

wip tuesday

thanks for tagging me @astaldis !

i am, as of rereading the relevant part of blood of elves and spending literal hours doing rewrites because i finally managed to put my finger on what it wasn’t quite working, finally making forward progress on the yendelion fic! (just have to finish writing the sex. yes, this is where i thought i was when i set my writing goals for the week but i know what the sex is supposed to achieve now so i mean it this time.)

snippet:

“I’m in your debt and you’re responsible for me,” Dandelion said, easily looping back to earlier in their conversation. “I suppose that’s the purpose of the Law of Surprise—to tie this sort of mess up with a neat bow.”

“Perhaps. Should I claim it?”

“I don’t mind—being in your debt, that is—as much as I would have thought. I can’t imagine I have much you would want, surprise or otherwise. And,” Dandelion’s expression shifted from serious to impish in a blink, “if you used the traditional formalism, you might be left waiting a very long time for me to return home.”

“You shouldn’t show your hand like that.”

Dandelion shrugged. “You’ve always had the advantage, I don’t suspect it matters much.”

Yennefer studied him with a frown. “Regardless, I accept your earlier offer. You may repay me in song. It is what your life is worth.”

“Others might take that as an insult, my lady, but song is my life’s purpose.”

tagging: @whoslaurapalmer @gellavonhamster (i have your one piece fic open in a tab waiting for me to read the comics or be in the specific fey mood where one can read fic that they know basically nothing about the source material) and anyone else who wants to play :)

[littlestsnicket]

title: worth

word count: 3.3k

what if, after yennefer rescued dandelion from rience, we saw the rest of their conversation, and then they had sex because yennefer is lonely and FOND of him; obsessively canon compliant

The pair sat in the near empty inn, watching the embers of the banked fire. Heavy thoughts lent themselves to heavy silence. Yennefer ought to rise from the table. She hadn’t intended to spend her evening with Dandelion—never mind that the proprietor had yet to return with her wine. The service left much to be desired. Inexplicably, she remained in her seat.

“Oh, you’re staying?” Dandelion asked, sweeping his somber, contemplative mood aside as easily as drawing open a curtain.

He sprawled back in his chair and cleaned chicken remnants from under his fingernails with a pen knife. It was, beyond any doubt, the closest thing to a weapon he had on him. But Yennefer caught his gaze flicking towards the door in uncharacteristic hypervigilance. She had no need to skim the surface of his thoughts to confirm that he felt vulnerable and unenthused at the idea of being left alone.

“Someone ought to look after you. I’m not convinced you won’t do something stupid instead of immediately returning to Redania like I told you.”

“You saved my life so now you’re responsible for it?” Dandelion’s tone was all levity, despite the seriousness of the matter. Yennefer’s responding laugh rang hollow.

Dandelion leaned forward conspiratorially, chin settling on his hand. “I don’t make a habit of admitting to mistakes, but you did save my life. I’ve already thanked you and promised to rehabilitate your reputation, but I find it’s not enough. I was wrong about you.”

[continue on ao3]

[littlestsnicket]

“there was something between us. that’s why i know him a bit. he does not like having help imposed on him. and if he was in need of it he would seek it from those he could trust. a year has gone by since those events and i… i’ve not had any news of him. and as for our debt, i owe him exactly as much as he owes me. no more and no less.”

i am very normal about them.

(also very normal about yen and dandelion. who else do we see her be vulnerable enough with to admit how sad and insecure she is about geralt to? certainly not triss. certainly not any of her sorceress ‘friends’. maybe ciri. but that’s very different.)

(yen is so lonely and it fucks me up.)

[littlestsnicket]

ahhh for the WIP game you know I gotta learn about your Dandelion and Yen fic!!

one of my key takeaways from reading the witcher books was that more people should be shipping book!yen and dandelion, so this fic is basically, 'what if yen and dandelion had sex after yen rescues him, but really what if they kept talking first and we learned even more about how they feel about each other and geralt (and bonus dandelion has a vampire kink cause i think that's really funny)'.

i got kind of side tracked because i miss remembered a line of dialogue and need to re-write a medium sized chunk in the middle because this fic is obsessively canon compliant, and then... actually write the sex having, but i'm having SO MUCH FUN WITH THEM THEY ARE THE BEST!

snippet below the cut:

Yennefer huffed a surprised laugh. “You shouldn’t show your hand like that.”

Dandelion shrugged, “You’ve always had the advantage, I don’t suspect it matters much.”

Yennefer studied him. He probably believed that. “Regardless, I accept your earlier offer. You may repay me in song. It is what your life is worth.”

“Others might take that as an insult, my lady, but song is my life’s purpose.”

“I know,” Yennefer replied with a mysterious smile. She turned and stared into the fire until Dandelion began to fidget. She could hear the tap of his fingers against the table. What she felt about his childish behavior was fondness, and it disgusted her. 

She turned to him, a reprimand at the ready, but her gaze alighted on his restless, clever fingers and her mind immediately turned to other matters—other rumors. Yennefer, over the course of her long life, had found that many women were dreadfully easily impressed by the smallest of effort put towards their pleasure, but perhaps the rumors about Dandelion had some merit. They really must for so many women to ignore his reputation as a cad. It had been such a long time since she had lain with anyone, let alone someone with hands as elegant as Dandelion’s. She thought of Geralt, who, though his hands could not look more different than his friend’s, also had clever fingers that were elegant in their own way. This only strengthened her resolve.

“Come up stairs with me,” she told Dandelion, bluntly. The man looked at her vaguely, but she could sense a flickering rush of images skittering across the surface of his empty, echoey mind space. She could pick out images of herself: piercing violet eyes, the elegant curve of her neck, a cascade of ebony hair, the way she smiled a little meanly to hide amusement; but mostly it was Geralt: Geralt frowning in concentration, Geralt bearing his teeth in a sad parody of a smile, Geralt with his face studiously blank, Geralt smiling a rare smile that actually met his eyes. She prepared herself for Dandelion to say no. 

Eventually, he said, “Alright.”

She should tease him, a man of legendary charm, for such a bland response, but she stood, trusting him to follow. Though she was loathed to admit it, she was relieved that she wouldn’t be alone.

(p.s. though this was originally going to be 'only one bed' fic, i changed my mind. there is not only one bed, yen is just lonely, horny, and feeling weirdly understood by the poet-man, and i never updated the title)

[littlestsnicket]

because i write codas for my fic before i’ve finished writing it:

“Thank you.”

“What for?”

“Yennefer said it was on your endorsement she forgave me.”

“Oh. Well. That wasn’t my intention, but I suppose I think highly enough of you that such a thing was inevitable. Did she, perchance, say what we were doing when I made such a high endorsement of your person?”

“You slept with her, you cad.” Geralt boxed Dandelion’s ears—gently. 

“I object to that phrasing, as it was, truly, her idea.”