#dancingwiththefae

[wren-of-the-woods]

Hello can I request 83. “When I’m with you, I’m happy” for yennskier please 💛

Rated G, no warnings. AO3 here.

The breeze from the ocean ruffled Jaskier’s hair as he laughed, twirling his way through dancers. 

He was in the middle of a festival and enjoying himself immensely. Geralt was training Ciri, so he and Yennefer were traveling together — she had not hesitated to agree with his suggestion of traveling along the coast, the significance of which was not lost on him — and he had managed to persuade her to stop for this town’s midsummer celebration. 

The townspeople were dancing and singing on the bluffs overlooking the ocean, surrounded by flowers, ferns, and soft golden-brown grass. The sea breeze was a welcome respite from the summer heat found inland. The first tufts of evening fog were beginning to drift past overhead, and pelicans occasionally soared by over the sea. 

The company was lovely. The food was excellent. The music was passable, and the dancing delightful. Jaskier had acquired a crown of flowers and small ferns at some point in the afternoon. He could hardly stop smiling. 

Yennefer had danced for a while, but eventually wandered off. When Jaskier noticed her absence, he reluctantly pulled himself away from the festivities to search for her. 

He found her a few minutes later, sitting on the outskirts of the festival and looking out over the ocean. Jaskier approached and sat down beside her. 

“What are you doing out here?” he asked. 

“I got tired of dancing.”

Once, Jaskier would have ridiculed that statement. How could anyone grow tired of dancing? But he liked to think that the passing years had mellowed him somewhat, or at least made him a little more sensible. He made an understanding sort of hum, something he had probably picked up from Geralt, and let it slide. 

“I hope you’re not too bothered by my taking us out here,” he said as the dancers twirled and the onlookers smiled. A child strayed a little too close to the bluff and a mother retrieved her. “I know you’re eager to get back to Ciri.”

“I don’t mind,” said Yennefer.

Jaskier narrowed his eyes at her. “Are you sure? You don’t seem to be enjoying yourself much.”

“I’m sure.” 

“You don’t have to suffer for my sake. I can wrap up soon.”

“Jaskier, you’re being a fool. Shut up.”

“I know I can be pushy. I don’t think it’s idiocy to care about my friend’s happiness.”

Yennefer closed her eyes. Even in her exasperation, she looked beautiful among the flowers and with the sea breeze in her hair. 

“You had better listen closely,” she said, “Because I am only going to say this once.”

Jaskier obediently perked up, listening. 

“Coming here is barely inconvenient, and I would do it even if it wasn’t. It is not a hardship for me to do things like this for you.” She looked him in the eyes. “When I’m with you, I’m happy.”

“Oh,” said Jaskier. “That’s… oh.”

He swallowed, hard. Yennefer was looking at him with minor exasperation but no trace of dishonesty. He didn’t think anyone had ever said that to him, not while meaning it so truly, and from Yennefer, such tender words meant more than he could express.

“Exactly,” said Yennefer. “Now go enjoy yourself. I’ll wait here.”

“Wait,” said Jaskier, “I just— you— I—”

Yennefer smirked a little. “Have I finally rendered you speechless?”

“Can I kiss you?”

Yennefer’s expression softened. Wordlessly, she guided him close by the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss.

“I love you,” Jaskier said when they drew apart, rather breathlessly.

“Pushover,” Yennefer said fondly. “I love you too.”

Jaskier was smiling widely enough that he probably looked rather idiotic, but he could not bring himself to care. 

“Dance with me?” he asked before he could second-guess himself.

Yennefer narrowed her eyes playfully. “Weaponizing the fact that I care already?”

Jaskier batted his eyes at her “Never. I just wanted the honor of sharing a dance with my beautiful and wonderful witchy wife.”

Yennefer seemed to be trying to hold back a smile. She was failing. “Flatterer.”

“Guilty as charged.”

“You’re an idiot. I can’t believe I’m about to dance with you in public.”

Jaskier grinned and jumped to his feet. “Let’s go!”

He offered her a hand. She took it, and he used it to pull her to her feet. Hand in hand, they walked through the flowers toward the dancing. 

Yennefer’s hand was warm in Jaskier’s. She looked ethereal with the sea breeze fluttering in her hair and her skirts. She was gazing at him with a smile. Jaskier thought absently that they probably looked just as besotted as the many other couples at the festival. Despite her earlier reluctance, Jaskeir had a feeling that Yennefer would not be satisfied with just one dance.

They reached the center of the festival. Jaskier tapped his feet in time with the drums. 

Yennefer gestured to the crowd of dancers. “Shall we?”

Jaskier grinned and pulled her close. “We shall.”

And, there on the bluffs by the sea, they danced. 

[cherryjuicegf]

The universe has been influencing me to read Dostoevsky for ages and now you put it on my dash this is the last straw I’m going in I just needed you to know that

truth i'm the sign sent from an abstract higher power (which is Not god because i want to piss dostoyevsky off)

[bambirex]

pls tell me me about brokilon deaf angst I need the angst

The general idea is that Jaskier has been dealing with a condition for a while now that is causing him to slowly lose his hearing, which, obviously, as a musician, isn't a very nice outcome for him. He has been putting it aside because he wanted to focus on keeping Ciri and the rest of the fam safe. Geralt is recovering in Brokilon the same way it happened in canon, and Jaskier is by his side and caring for him, once again ignoring his own problems. His condition reaches its peak right as he's caring for Geralt at his bedside, and he loses his hearing. And then Geralt obviously blames himself for not noticing it, there's your typical mutual pining, Geralt being essentially paralyzed and still doing his best to find a cure for Jaskier, while Jaskier needs to learn how to continue caring for Geralt without being able to hear anything. And they both need to learn how to communicate their feelings towards each other with this giant obstacle in the way as well

[snickety-lemons]

Love will fill the stars?? 👀

Awwwwww, hi love and thank you! So this is for the very very trippy and cool and brilliant 70s-80s sci-fi series I got into, Sapphire & Steel - which by the way I do highly recommend especially as you like Classic Who. They're all physical versions of elements, minerals and gems and things like that and they have really far out adventures.

And it's basically a collection of various one shots and several ships between the characters - because there literally are so many. My grumpy little man Steel getting everyone's love, as he should.

Then, yeah Aquarius was just about the most appropriate song I could think of for it, so that's what the title comes from!

And heeere's a snippet of one of the snippets.

“Lead! Awfully good to see you, it’s-” 

“Scuse me, Saph. Not really in the mood for small talk.” 

“No, sorry. I don’t imagine you would be.” 

“So what is it that's happened with Steel, exactly?”

“I- I don’t know. I’ve never seen him take anything so badly. Though the cryogenic process is always very suggestible, he seems to manage."

The black titan of a particle laughs in derision, the sound deep and bellowing. "Manage. Yeah, sure he does." The fool. The stubborn, reckless, harebrained little fool. He knows better, he always does - freezing himself while Lead's not around. But what does he do, huh?

"Lead... please. Now isn't the time, he's in serious danger. And he needs you."

So there you are! Ta-dah! I am hoping I can get energy and muse for this fic, S&S is such a unique show and I absolutely adore it.

[gabetheunknown]

ADHD Jaskier?

Yes, excellent, I really hope to finish this one some day :-)

“Ow. Easy.” Jaskier winced as Geralt placed a cold vial against the discolored bruise on Jaskier's bicep. He must’ve hit it hard, the skin was scratched a little. Jaskier looked at it with a frown, narrowing his eyes. Geralt’s lips curved into a soft smile. 

“I’m trying really hard to remember how I got this one.” 

“I can see that.” Geralt said and they sat in silence while Geralt took care of his bruises and Jaskier’s eyes would just follow Geralt’s fingers, lips slightly parted, breathing slowly.

Jaskier had been traveling with Geralt for a while then, and the more time they spent together, the more things Geralt picked up about him and every time he noticed something new, he fell in love just a little more.  

It has potential! I need to finish this! hhhhhhhhh

Thanks for the ask <3

[spilledbutter]

I have not watched blood origin yet but I am reading all your posts and tags and I am INTRIGUED!!

faye it's so beautiful

it was a work of art

i am obsessed and ruined for anything else

you must watch as soon as possible you'll love it i swear

[seidenbros]

Ok but of course I’m going to do “I hate to ask this of you, but can you stay with me? Just until I fall asleep?” for yennskier. Congrats on 1.5k and also this is such a brilliant idea for a celebration 💛💛

AHHH I already know that this is going to be sooo good 💚 Looking forward to this and thank you so much, love 💚

[lambden]

1 & 9? 💛

hey thank you for sending these in!! 💖💖

1. What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?)

On my masterlist site I have a whole page of my personal favourite fics I’ve written. For someone who had never read any of my work I would either recommend them the first thing I ever wrote (the Geraskier fuck-or-die subverted trope fic) or if they’re not into smut, perhaps this fluffy drabble about Geralt and Jaskier’s relationship post-season two!

9. How do you find new fic to read?

I’m subscribed to a handful of really good writers on AO3 and they keep me afloat. To be honest for TWN, there was so much great fic written when the first season came out that I often just find myself revisiting my bookmarks. I also periodically check the Vesemir/Filavandrel, Yennefer/Fringilla, and Lambert/Coën/Aiden tags on AO3 just to be sure I’m not missing any!

But the main way I get recommendations for new, varied fics to read is through the Novigrad Market discord server. It’s one of my favourite ideas, and I wish this sort of thing existed for all my fandoms. You don’t have to be a creator to join, although if you are a creator and want your own channel to promote your work the mods are very friendly and welcoming. Each fic author/artist has their own channel where they can promote their own work. I will say that liberally curating your experience with the mute button is very important, as personally for me some of the content shared is not at all to my liking. But it’s a very positive community and a great way to discover new creators.

Invite link here if anyone is interested:

[buskerjaskier]

Same. But also, why not both? 🤷‍♀️

I am in a constant battle between wanting to write long fics with intricate plots and the filthiest smut imaginable

[wren-of-the-woods]

17 & 18?

Thank you for asking! <3

17. A trope you’ll never, ever write for.

That's a good question! There are tropes I don't like, but I don't know if there's anything I know I'd never write (like I tend not to be big on hurt no comfort but I've written some for the Silmarillion fandom). Maybe lovers to enemies? It's not really something that calls to me.

18. Wildest fic you’ve ever written?

Depends what you mean by wild lol. I've written for some pretty niche fandoms (Goncharov and also an Italian western from the 70s), and I've also written some weird AUs (the one where Geralt is cursed to be a slug comes to mind). If I had to pick one, I'd go with the Goncharov one, because I wrote it mostly for the sake of the title so the plot is a bit strange as well!

(From this ask game!)

[cherryjuicegf]

Yennskier and 14?

thanks for the prompt dear!! i couldn't be very faithful to this song but it's still close, hope you enjoy ♡

wc 735

14. stavros tou notou - thanos mikroutsikos

Through the morning mist, she discerns Jaskier leaned against the ship's railing, gazing ahead. She approaches with quick steps, hands wrapped around her shoulders as she takes in the cold they could perfectly have avoided if he had stayed in bed.

He was supposed to, if he wanted to get better.

"Jaskier!" she calls, voice lost with the wind. She reaches his side and sees the small curve of his lips, even though he is not looking at her. "Are you insane? Your fingers will fall off in this cold."

"Gods, Yennefer," he grimaces with a laugh and turns at her, "I'm having a nice moment staring at the sea, no need for horrid imagery."

His eyes are red with yesterday's fever, yet soft. They make her deflate, involuntarily as she looks, and suddenly it's not as cold as before. Still, there's something more.

She swallows, shakes her head. She could drag him inside if she wanted, but instead she reaches for his hand on the railing and laces their fingers together, sending a wave of warmth through his body. Then, she leans against him, shoulders slumped.

She feels him smiling more than she sees him. "That's nice. Thank you." A hint of gratitude in his voice, his look. Not so much for the warmth, perhaps, as it is for letting him stay here for a bit. For staying with him.

It is cold indeed. Every now and then the wind will blow through her coat and despite the chaos she will shiver, and the humidity is sticking on her hair. The waves are crushing against the ship as it slips through, sometimes so hard she feels droplets of water hitting her cheeks. Still, beautiful. The horizon is purple and blurry with the retreating night. And Jaskier's hand is welcoming.

She doesn't admit it, but she will miss him again.

"Do you consider coming back this time?" It's a question she avoids and Jaskier even more. Mostly because she knows the answer. Can see it now too, in the way he looks at her, at the sea. Still.

It's the cold memory of Kaer Morhen's silent walls that makes her shiver now, and not the wind.

A small smile curves Jaskier's lips. He doesn't answer. Only, he tilts his head.

His cheeks are red against pale skin, and she stands on her toes and presses her lips on his forehead, as she has done so many times before the past days. Feels his temperature. Somehow her hands are always cold, and now regretfully hiding in gloves.

He is warming up again.

Still, she doesn't speak at once.

Jaskier takes a deep breath, takes in the sea and the crisp winter and the scent of salt he claims makes him a little happier. Then, he lowers his head. "When we saw the lighthouse, the other day..." His voice is more hushed now. "It reminded me of Geralt. His eyes." He chuckles. "I had almost forgotten them, can you believe?"

Just above the smiling crinkles of his cheeks, a tear is fighting to make its way out.

"He misses you," Yennefer whispers and purposefully avoids the eyes nailed on her, the mirror.

A gloved hand on her cheek. Then on her hair, pulling them back to look at her face clear. Jaskier only nods. There is a sadness in his smile, a stain of pain on his lips he forgot to swallow. Oh, it's been so long.

It will be longer still.

"I will show you which star to look for at night," he says, loving, quiet. "When you look at it back home, our gazes will meet."

Yennefer rolls her eyes. "Oh, quit badly waxing poetic with me, bard." It's not the same, she doesn't say. Stars have no hands to hold hers.

Yet there it is. Her answer.

Something tightens in her chest, and she remembers it's only another day until they reach land. She almost wishes his fever remains, for then she will have an excuse to drag him back and treat him. She will have an excuse to love him.

The ache doesn't have the time to settle. Jaskier sways slightly and his eyes flutter, leaning against her just a little bit more.

The waves howl and she raises her head, letting the cold seep into her heart. "Come. Let's get you inside."

She doesn't hold his hand tighter, hoping it hurts less when he slips away.

[bambirex]

Yenbrina magic mind sex hello?? 👀👀

(This ship is growing on me fast)

They're so gay your honor!!!

The plan is to have them enter a sort of competition where they try to make each other cum via some kind of telepathic magic (preferably during moments where it would be super inappropriate to have an orgasm) to see who lasts the shortest

[snickety-lemons]

Frangilla? Multifandom mess Christmas? I am so curious 👀

oooooooh yes. 💚 so at this point these two are mostly in my head but like.

firstly. Frangilla (or FrinFran as most call it), my loves my lives... nonspecific ideas I'm gonna thread together somehow like holding hands, kissing, sex, and when Francesca's pregnant it's 'our baby'...

and multifandom mess Christmas issss gonna be a fic of like snippets of each fandom that I'm obsessed with having cute lil Christmases. I've written, a very little bit of #1. which is Muncle as we tend to call it, Illya recently lost his mother and has been secluding himself so his guy Napoleon is like 'well he won't want to spend Christmas together I get that'- BUT GUESS WHO SHOWS UP AT THE DOOR TO SPEND CHRISTMAS WITH HIM.

#2 will be The Witcher featuring Cat!Skier. very much inspired by the tales of your gremlins, hehehe.

#3 Sapphire and Steel. and I don't even know what yet but it'll be good!

[gabetheunknown]

3, 47, 48? 💛

3: do you leave the window open at night? I used to, but not anymore because I live near the city and I'm sensitive to sounds ✊😔

47: what was the last message you sent? 'lil speed reader xd' to my best friend who speed reads through fanfictions like nobody's business

48: when did you first try an alcohol beverage? I think I was like 14???(I know) and I tried a godawful sweet alcohol beverage under my parents' supervision. I hated it, but I had to act tough so I drank it all xd

Thank you so much for the asks <3

[loki-is-my-kink-awakening]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Silvergifting. Celebrimbor kisses Sauron, and Sauron has feelings about it.

Celebrimbor pressed their lips together, and Sauron whimpered, his hand coming up to try and clutch at the leather apron covering soft green robes. The last time anyone had kissed him had been so long ago, but those memories weren’t anything he wanted to remember. Not like this, with Celebrimbor being so gentle, coaxing him to return the kiss, to melt into him. Something within him was stirring. That desire to be loved and cherished rising at the ministrations of the smith, treating him like something precious, like one of the jewels they had crafted for the rings. It was foolish to think this way; it only resulted in pain. He pulled back, wincing at the way Celebrimbor chased his lips. “Perhaps,” he whispered, hating the words he was about to say, “we ought to finish what we started first.”

Tags and notes below the cut

I love Sauron being conflicted by feelings for Celebrimbor so much and his plans being foiled by them. And I'll say again, there's something about them that feels like Lokius but in a completely situation.

Thanks for the tag @elodiah @lokimobius @kcscribbler @thosegayoldmen @in-my-loki-feels @lgwilt

Passing the tag onto writers for SSS and artists for Sketch Sunday @saubrimbor @damnyoubishop @devilbearingtrouble @natendo-art @wolfpup026

@starrose17 @insert-witty-user-name-here @starport-seven-five @dreamycloud @moriarty-sisters

@cha-melodius @distracteddream @underthebluerain @dancingwiththefae @mirilyawrites

[kuwdora]

Witcher Recs - Femslash - Sorceress Edition part 1

I come bearing more recs from my collection of bookmarks and downloads and stories I found in my saved tabsets from the last few years - and a few recent finds, too. There's always so much good fic out here and this is just a small recs list: 16 recs across two pairings. I love tag diving for femslash because I always find so many new gems when I look again. Witcher femslash is a wonderful bounty that I can't get enough of, so let me share this bounty with you! This post will contain Witcher Femslash Recs featuring Sorceresses. Fringilla/Francesca and Philippa/Triss are the theme of this post. All Witcher canons represented and will be noted in each rec.

Fringilla/Francesca

Our Feet Make Flowers Bloom by @ahh-fxck. 638w. Mature. TWN. Fringilla/Francesca. Touching. Psychic abilities, tenderness.

This is gorgeous prose, so full of tenderness and poetry and oh my god, it had my heart aching for Fringilla finally having a little bit of warmth and sunlight in her life. And Francesca being so gentle and kind! It’s so good.

Three Queens by @salamanderinspace. 678w. Mature. TWN. Fringilla/Francesca.Post-canon, hair-pulling, love. When Fringilla and Francesca kiss it's a study in contrasts.

This ficlet is also absolutely awe-inspiring and beautiful, full of such tenderness that makes one ache to the depths of their soul. It’s so, so lovely. The prose really does me in here and I love coming back to it when I need some beautiful softness.

Submission by LadyV_writes. 4298w. Explicit. TWN. Fringilla/Francesca. “Submission can be enjoyable under the right circumstances. Trust me.”

Extraordinarily hot. Fringilla trusting Francesca enough to fall apart. ❤️ Like, 10 million kinds of hot for Francesca guiding Fringilla through the process of letting go.

A Reward by chryysaskk. 66w. Gen. TWN. Fringilla/Francesca. “It’s a beautiful lullaby,” she hears her voice and she didn’t control it, but she found it sweeter than usual. She was rarely rewarded for not controlling.

This is fluff, but it’s a fluffy kind of ache since we know how canon turns out. But for a sweet, sweet moment, Fringilla and Francesca are okay and the world is full of possibilities as long as they are together.

make sure nobody sees you leave by @acemoppet TWN. Fringilla/Francesca. 260w. Mature. Angst, Secret relationship. Hurt no comfort. Kissing. “We tell no one.”

I can’t lie, I love secrets that characters keep. Secrets are hot. This is an angsty achey ficlet that made me fold in on myself. I want everything for them, but at least they can take these fleeting moments with each other.

the eye of the storm by @dancingwiththefae. 1279w. Mature. TWN. Fringilla/Francesca. Post-Thanedd, nudity, bathing/washing, hurt/comfort. She gently wiped away the blood. Francesca's fingers dug into her arms tight. She didn't need to say anything, the haunted expression in her eyes told her all she needed to know. All they had was each other.

The ache and hurt/comfort in this fic is so good, I read it three times. In the quietness after Thanedd, Fringilla and Francesca have each other and it’s wonderful.

wine-drunk by @limerental. 729w. Mature. TWN. Fringilla/Francesca. Post season 3, grief/mourning, alcohol abuse, hurt/comfort, angst. In the wake of Thanned, Fringilla and Francesca both struggle with sleep.

Love that this fic takes what we saw of Fringilla’s experience in season 3 and weaves that pain throughout. I also love it when Lim is writing Fringilla POV. This is so achey, so full of hurt and angst but Fringilla and Francesca do have each other. Even though the pain and trauma Fringilla’s been through, I’m left wondering if it’s enough.

Philippa/Triss

Into the wishy-washy dark that cannot let go by @sargassostories. 10,611w. Explicit. TWN. Philippa/Triss. Slow burn, Hanahaki disease, self-worth issues, d/s undertones, exhibitionism, domestic bliss. Triss Merigold survived the Battle of Sodden Hill-- and wished she hadn't. That is, until she experienced a mysterious mage healing her in her dreams, whose teasing, tempting touches begin to bring her back to life. Philippa Eilhart has taken a particular interest in a little witch's recovery, but what begins as a purely mercenary effort to gain an ally grows… complicated.

The hurt/comfort in this is fucking incredible. Triss is having a hard time with the world moving on after Sodden. Philippa’s own interest becoming intense and dark and twisted. The Hanahaki was weaved throughout the fic was really interesting and I thought added to the narrative of Triss’ pain and journey through the feelings and physical/psychological/emotional agonies she’d been enduring. I really fucking love this fic.

Wish such sugar’d words by @limerental. 5334w. Mature. TWN/book canon blending. Philippa/Triss. 5+1 things, lesbian political subterfuge, manipulation, pining, friends with benefits. Five times that Philippa and Triss use one another and one time perhaps that does not matter.

I always love the way lim does show/book canon blending and this fic is a great example of that. Giving just enough book elements to ground the fic in the vibes/politics/aesthetics of the world, he’s really zeroed in on the show versions of Philippa and Triss. Fic with the characters from the show always hit the sweet spot for me for this pairing because we were robbed of any canon interaction for them.

I Don’t Know How This One Ends Til I Die by Holliday_inn. 1248w. Explicit. Book canon. Philippa/Triss. Angst, more angst and smut, not major character death but could be. Philippa reflects on her life and relationships when she believes something’s been lost.

The Philippa POV in this is reallllllllllllllllly amazing. I don’t usually think of Philippa experiencing emotions, and this is a great fic showcasing her almost experiencing some grief and then attempting to sidestep the pain in favor of pleasure. A really interesting character study. I love seeing how this author writes all the Lodge characters.

This Is The Way by owlhart (saidanon). 1784w. Gen. Book/game canon. Philippa/Triss. Angst, softness, insecure Triss, tenderness. Philippa held her gaze, leaning forward and touching her forehead against hers as she placed Triss’ hand over her chest. The rhythmic thumping of Philippa’s heart pulsed against Triss’ fingertips, steady and soothing.  The tears fell from Triss’ eyes and Philippa shushed her gently, giving her hand a little squeeze and pressing it harder against her chest, fingers splayed between the gaps of hers. It beats - “For you and only you.”

I’d call this a relationship study and one thing I really like about this fic is how it uses the seasons to help ground the fic in the passage of time while also giving some wonderful glimpses into how Philippa Triss’ relationship looks when they’re together. It’s a poignant Triss POV, full of softness, some of Triss’ insecurities and does a great job of showing how Philippa acts in terms of love and affection.

The Rescue by finiarel. 2100w. Teen. Book canon. Philippa/Triss. Angst, hurt/comfort, Triss rescuing Philippa. They had taken Philippa Eilhart. Triss Merigold with the help of others is taking her back.

!!! The whole premise of this fic is great and I gobbled it up because Triss being the one to help rescue Philippa from torture and pain is *chefs kiss* opposite of what I might first associate with these two. The hurt/comfort in this is yummy as fuck if you enjoy that trope, but of course Philippa is in this fic and so the comfort part gets turned about and Triss gets insecure and needy all over again because of how much she needs Philippa.

Here For It by beyondthesilence. 738w. Gen Book canon. Philippa/Triss. Angst, hurt/comfort, owl Philippa. A one-shot about a sorceress dealing with emotions.

This fic is amazing. Short, not so sweet, but A++ glimpse at Philippa “dealing” with emotions, with an amazing ending and visual that’s gonna be stuck in my head for ages.

change of pace by scredgirl. 1285w. Explicit. Book/game canon. Philippa/Triss. PWP. Triss and Phil power dynamics. On the importance of sex as a relaxation method and the top/bottom balance in a relationship.

This is so fucking hot. Like, absolutely 100% hot with the sex but yes, especially hot look at the power dynamic in this relationship.

Focus by scredgirl. 2257w. Explicit. Book canon. Philippa/Triss. PWP. Smut at Thanedd. The banquet on Thanedd is a dramatic affair, and when Triss's mood turns sour, she can think of one good way to cope.

Thanedd PWP that I also wolfed down. It’s hot, but also this author brings an amazing look at Philippa and Triss’ power dynamic and how it plays out in another smutty scene, but with specific context of why Triss is particularly needy in that moment. This is chefs kiss hot on a character level, in addition to being fucking hot as hell with the sex.

Entanglement by Astrarian. 12262w. Game canon. Philippa/Triss. PWP. Bath sex. Post Blindingly Obvious TW3 quest. After liberating Philippa Eilhart from the bathhouse, Triss takes Philippa to her room at the Chameleon, where she can explain in private why they need Philippa's help. Talking isn't all they do.

This is shameless, utter horny PWP. Smut. It’s peak sapphic filth. It’s erotic. It’s also an incredible example of “what does the sex tell us about the characters headspace?” type of smutty fic. How do they view the world? It’s 12k long and the beginning shows the reader where Philippa and Triss are respectively in the context of The Witcher Wild Hunt game (briefly linked the side quest it’s nominally related to for skimming purposes), but the fic goes so deep into the headspace and character desires because of the smut. What Triss needs, what she wants. What Phil needs and what she also wants. The d/s in this is bar none is so fucking good I think my brain whited out.

I also need to repeat: this is so very extremely, extremely horny and sexy. 🔥🔥🔥

Previously on Kuwdora's Witcher Recs:

Villains and Bad Guys Part 1

Istredd Recs