#triss x yen

[pendovah]

Yennefer of Vengerberg & Triss Merigold (The Witcher)

At Sodden, after I’d been burnt by that soldier, I was on the ground, screaming, and you walked by me. I’m so sorry. I sent you to that gate. If I’d have known… No. It’s not that. We were all there to play a part. We knew we might not survive. I remember thinking, "If only one of us gets to live, I’m so glad it’s Yen".

[silverflameataraxia]

[cerealbishh]

"I need to talk to Tissaia."

"No. Something is going on here. Something sinister. I know you want this conclave to bring us together, but... you need to be careful who you can trust."

[artsysera-archive]

So i did a thing

[cheriafreya]

When we’re done here, when all of this is over... Once we’ve defeated The Hunt and Ciri is safe, I’d like us to live [in Pont Vanis]. Together.

[corvo-bianco-lilacs]

behave for trissefer? 😊

You know I always love when you send me Trissefer requests :D I'm taking a bit of creative liberty with this one though, lol

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Triss usually enjoyed herself at Court gatherings. The food, the festivities, the music, and the maidens. But this time, there was only one woman on her mind.

The raven-haired beauty that was currently holding a spell on her, both physically and sexually.

Yennefer of Vengerberg, once a rival for Geralt's love, now a warm body who occupied her chambers every night, leading to many mornings of not being able to properly walk. But Triss enjoyed every waking moment of Yennefer's company, and her deviousness.

The redhead appraoched the woman of her affections, gently slipping her hand into hers, intertwining their fingers together. Yen offered her hand a gentle squeeze, but continued her conversation with some Lord or another, drawing a small pout to Triss' lips.

This was the part she hated about Court gatherings. Yen's attention was never fully on her, or her wants, or desires. And at this moment, all Triss desired was Yen and those long, slender fingers of hers. And, perhaps, a few locks of that silken hair tangled around her own fingers.

Triss tried to get Yen's attention again, bumping the other woman's hip with her own, frowning when it didn't get her the reaction she was hoping for. Yen continued to chat with this Lord, never missing a beat, never needing him to repeat himself even as Triss continued to try and drag her attention away from this prattling chicken of a man.

Before she conjured up her next act of mischief to gain Yen's attention, the man was walking away, and Triss was being dragged out into the hallway, before being forcefully pinned against the wall, with Yen's knee propped between her thighs, pressing so tightly against her core that it sent shivers down her spine.

"You're being an awfully naughty girl, my little flower." Yen breathed, her hand covering Triss' mouth as she leaned in against her ear, her warm breath tickling Triss' skin, making her flush a deeper shade of red as Yen pressed her knee harder against her aching core. "What have I told you about my relationship with Court politics?"

Triss mumbled a few words against Yen's gloved palm, feeling the warmth press back against her lips and cheeks, deepening the flush of her skin.

"Not quite, little rosebud. I believe my exact word was 'behave', now wasn't it?"

Triss felt her eyes rolling back into her head as Yen began to rock her knee hard against her core, sending flames licking up through Triss' abdomen, a coil of pleasure beginning to take form within her as Yen's other hand painfully gripped Triss' right breast, squeezing her pert nipple between thumb and forefinger, twisting it slightly before releasing it, along with the moan that Triss exhaled against Yen's glove.

Just as she was about to reach the peak of pleasure, Yen abruptly pulled away from her, her knee abandoning its position between her now aching thighs, leaving her hot and wanting more. Tears welled in her eyes, but Yen gently brushed them away, pressing a kiss to Triss' forehead before finally coming down to claim her lips with her own, gently nipping at swollen, flushed skin before pulling away once more.

"Behave, little rose, and I shall give you more than you could ever ask for later, in the privacy of our bedchamber... But fail to behave yourself, and I will simply have to leave you hot and in need of release, with no release intended." Yen spoke, her voice dripping with mischief as she spoke. "Have I made myself perfectly clear, my darling?"

Triss couldn't speak, her tongue was still stuck to the roof of her mouth, and her throat felt far too dry, as if she had walked across the sands of the Korath Desert for days without water. All she could do was nod her head in response, which brought a smile to Yen's perfectly plump lips.

"Good girl. Now, collect yourself before you return to the gathering. I shall see you soon." She offered, leaning in to press another soft kiss to Triss' lips before disappearing through the door to the great hall once more, leaving Triss alone.

Once she'd collected her breath, though still fighting with the coil of pleasure that refused to release itself, Triss sighed, her hands pressed against the heavy double doors.

"Damn that beautiful woman and all that she does to me." She sighed, taking another breath before making her way back inside, her eyes immediately searching for raven locks while her nose inhaled the faint scent of lilac and gooseberry.

[procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics]

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A Quiet Moment - relationship: geralt x reader | summary: based on some prompt that asked you to write a scene between two characters just being around each other with no dialogue. Immediately thought of Geralt. | tags: fluff, angst

Extraordinarily normal - coming soon...

Scales Unbalanced - coming soon...

Geralt of Rivia NSFW Alphabet | tags: fluff, smut

p l a t o n i c

Stern - coming soon...

Eskel

A Hero from the Songs - coming soon...

Ribs - relationship: eskel x reader | summary: You're not from the world where the Witcher takes place. So, to stay alive, you stay glued to your witcher - Eskel. Catching feelings for him was bound to happen anyway. Right? Maybe a tiny, life-threatening encounter with a leshy is just the little push the both of you need. | tags: fluff, angst

Witchers

Witchers + stressed singlemom!reader - characters: geralt, eskel, lambert, coen | tags: fluff, angst

Geralt, Lambert, Eskel + drunk!so - characters: geralt, lambert, eskel | tags: fluff

Witchers + someone making their s/o uncomfortable - characters: geralt, eskel, lambert, coen | tags: slight angst, fluff

Imagines + headcanons (various)

How The Witcher characters would react to someone from our world falling into theirs - characters: geralt, yen, jaskier, triss, eskel, lambert, vesemir | tags: fluff, crack, timetravel

Modern!Human in Kaer Morhen - characters: geralt, yen, triss, jaskier, eskel, coen, lambert, vesemir | tags: fluff, crack, timetravel

How The Witcher characters would react to Lambert’s child surprise - characters: geralt, yen, ciri, triss, eskel, coen, vesemir | tags: fluff

The Witcher characters + monstertamer!reader - characters: geralt, yen, jaskier, ciri, eskel, lambert, coen, vesemir | tags: fluff

The Witcher characters + maleficent/fae!reader - characters: geralt, jaskier, yennefer, ciri, eskel, lambert, coen, vesemir | tags: fluff

[witcher-and-his-bard]

Love Letters

Pairing: Geralt x Jaskier Warning(s): none Rating: general

Fic Summary: Jaskier writes down all his feelings in a letter he never expects Geralt to see - only for Geralt to arrive shortly after, snowed out of Kaer Morhen.

For @jackironsides 💜

My beloved Geralt

Dear Geralt

Geralt, my love

No matter what he writes, it sounds wrong. Too intimate, too casual, too... much in one way or another. Jaskier hasn't even gotten past the introduction and he already wants to give up on the letter. It feels so easy over the summer, when he and Geralt spend long, muggy days walking side-by-side. Jaskier sings and Geralt rides, and occasionally, Geralt will even sing along with whatever he's playing.

Now, in the dark of his room at the academy, those feelings feel dull and distant. Not Jaskier's feelings, of course, but the potential reciprocation. These days, he finds himself thinking about Geralt's relationships with Eskel or Lambert, or even Vesemir. He wonders how different those relationships are to the one he shares with Geralt. Maybe those gentle things Geralt says to him in the comfort of their shared inn rooms are just things Geralt would say to anyone.

Ugh. Jaskier flops backward in his chair, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands. He wishes there was an easy way to know these things, and for the first time in a long time he finds himself envying Yennefer. She could just read Geralt's mind, she could just know. And Geralt? He can smell emotions or something like that; at least, he always seems to know when Jaskier is upset about something. Maybe he took the wrong path in life. Maybe he should have tried to get into Ban Ard and become a mage. Surely there is some chaos in him, enough, at least, to be able to read minds.

Briefly, Jaskier considers contacting Yen. They've had a better relationship as of late, and she might be able to give him some insight, if nothing else. But he doesn't want to drag her into something that isn't really any of her business. Not because he's afraid to tell her, but because she might not want to know. She's happy now - travelling with Triss and Istredd last he heard - but there might be some leftover feelings there and he doesn't want to bring up Geralt in a romantic setting if he doesn't need to. Plus, he doesn't want to feel like more of a burden than he already does.

Jaskier looks down at the half-started letter in front of him and angrily crumples it up before blowing out the candle and shoving his chair back. He flops forward onto folded arms, looking out into the blue of the night sky, speckled with snow. Normally, he would take comfort in a view like this, but tonight, it just reminds him of how far away Geralt is.

Is it even worth beginning a relationship when they spend so much time apart? Would Geralt even be interested? Even if he was madly in love with Jaskier, would that be enough? What's the point when you have no one to cuddle with and watch the snowfall? But then maybe Geralt would want to visit some winters if they were more.

Gods, he wants that more than he can even properly comprehend. The idea of falling asleep in Geralt's arms feels like the height of romance. Already, Jaskier treasures the moments he falls asleep listening to Geralt's voice, even if he does feel a bit bad about it in the morning. Despite himself, a dopey smile spreads across his face at the thought. He misses Geralt more than he can say while they're apart in the winter. It's only a little into the season and already the long, dark winter feels endless.

Jaskier inhales deeply, sighs, and sits up to write. He's determined to finish this letter, even if it never reaches its intended audience.

Geralt,

I know it's barely been a month since we parted, but I find myself longing again for your company. Teaching is hectic as always, and my students love a tale of your heroism. I know you don't consider yourself a hero, but I do. Though lately, I find myself recalling different moments from our travels. I find myself thinking of the evenings after a contract has been completed and paid. I think back to the ale or tea and the stars hanging low in the sky. The way the firelight flickers on your face. I miss that. I miss the way your hair falls in your face when you take it down to sleep. I miss how stubborn you are about that awful headband. And I regret to tell you now that I've grown... rather fond of it, actually.

Rather rarely do I find myself at a loss for words, but they escape me when I try to nail down all the things I feel for you. I know I am a mere mortal, doomed to die years or even decades before you, but given the chance, I would happily live out the rest of my life at your side. Perhaps even in your arms.

I know love is not a word you use often, but the way I feel it could very well become something so all-encompassing. I can't promise that love is how I feel now. I find myself mixed up in a way I've never felt before. That's not to say that I don't love you, because I do. As a friend, as a companion, as something more. Perhaps one day, even as a lover. Even if you don't feel the same, I want you to know that you are deeply cared for in every way one person can care for another. I don't mind if you don't want to see me again, so long as it is your wish, and one borne out of intention rather than fear. Because although I've never spoken the words, I've longed for you for days and weeks and months and years, silently staying by your side. Perhaps one day you will have me there on purpose - despite, or maybe even because of, my feelings for you.

Until then, I remain yours, as always.

Jaskier.

Jaskier looks over the letter once more and, feeling an uncomfortable swell of emotion, folds it neatly and tucks it into an envelope that just reads Geralt. He's only just finished hiding the evidence when there's a knock at his door.

"Yes?" he asks.

"Sorry to interrupt so late," the voice on the other side of the door says. Jassa, Jaskier thinks, his assistant at the university. "You have a guest."

"A guest?" Jaskier asks, perplexed. Who on earth would brave this weather just to visit? The only guests he normally has are students or his fellow professors, either of whom would just come to his room and knock themselves.

"He says he's a friend. Geralt? I think," Jassa says.

Jaskier's heart somersaults.

"Right," he says, "of course. Send him up. I'll leave the door open."

"Certainly," Jassa smiles. "I'll send him right up. Have a good night, Professor."

"And you," Jaskier finishes, barely aware of what he's saying.

What is Geralt doing here? Of all the years they've known each other, he's never once come to visit over the winter, so why now? Jaskier turns around, leaning on the door, and is struck by the state of his room. For the last two days, he's done nothing but lie around and sulk, and it shows. He absolutely cannot let Geralt see his room like this.

Given he has roughly four minutes, maybe a few more if Geralt stops to talk to Jassa before coming up, it's not going to be easy. So Jaskier starts with the worst of it: the clothes and things laying all over the bed and floor. There is a surprising amount of mess considering Jaskier is the only one residing in the room, but he manages to get the worst of it tidied before the knock at the door. A final glance tells him only the desk and table are still cluttered, but that much is acceptable so he crosses to the door.

As he pulls it open, Jaskier is struck by Geralt's smile. He always is when they haven't seen each other for some time, but this feels more. Maybe it's because he's been considering his own feelings lately, but looking at Geralt, here and in person, makes his legs weak.

"Hi," he says shakily.

Geralt gives him an odd look, but it quickly turns into a half-smile and he steps into the room when Jaskier moves aside.

"I hope I'm not intruding," he says gently, "it's no trouble to find a room at the inn if-"

"Not at all," Jaskier interrupts. "I'd be happy to host you if you're staying.”

"I had hoped to," Geralt says.

"What brings you?" Jaskier asks.

"The route to Kaer Morhen was snowed over by the time we arrived in Kaedwen," he explains, "I thought this might be the best place to stay."

Part of Jaskier is delighted at the thought, though when he considers it further, Oxenfurt is further than any of the other places Geralt would be more than welcome to stay over the winter. There's no good reason for him to have travelled all the way to the coast, when surely Yen would have taken him in without question. Their relationship may not be romantic anymore, but Jaskier knows there is still a deep love between them. And he's happy for it, which makes it all the more confusing why Geralt is here. He thinks to ask, but reconsiders.

"Please," he says, remembering his manners, "make yourself at home. I can have a bath poured if you're tired? Was Roach properly cared for? Shall I call for supper-"

"Jaskier," Geralt says gently, "Roach is fine. A small meal would be nice, but there's no rush. Right now I'd just like to relax."

Of course, Jaskier thinks. He must have been travelling for weeks if he first attempted the path and then had to turn back. Jaskier had left him just north of the Pontar, between the mountain ranges, so that must have been-

"Jaskier?" Geralt asks, cutting off his train of thought. "Is everything alright?"

"Fine," Jaskier assures him. "Just wasn't expecting company and I'm not prepared for it- Not that you're not welcome!" he corrects quickly, and with a little too much vigour.

"Perhaps you're the one who needs a rest," Geralt says, half-teasingly.

"Just to get my head on straight," Jaskier assures him. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable and I'll go fetch something warm for you to eat."

Jaskier slips from the room, only stopping one he's far enough away that Geralt won't hear him. He stops and sighs, pressing a hand to his chest as if to stop the mad beating of his heart. Surely Geralt has heard it already and he’s given himself away, but he was hardly expecting to be visited like this out of the blue.

He takes another few calming breaths before continuing on down to the kitchen. He's close with the chef - with most of the staff if he's honest - and has more than once helped him out of a sticky situation with less-than-edible herbs, so his request for a private supper is granted with a smile. In the meantime, Jaskier makes his way back up to the room, holding his breath for a moment before opening the door.

Geralt is standing over the desk in the small room, mumbling quietly. As Jaskier approaches, slipping up behind him, he realizes Geralt is reading the poetry he'd been working on. Jaskier has never been so relieved to know how little Geralt thinks about his poems, as these ones are nearly explicitly about him, the only relief being that his name is not used. Wolf, he uses once or twice, but it's a metaphor and Geralt always says he doesn't care for flowery things like metaphors.

"This is... lovely," Geralt says, though he sounds a bit off as he does.

"Thank you," Jaskier says quietly, slipping around to Geralt's side to see which one he's reading.

"You- your narrator sounds sad."

"Ah, yes. Been a bit of a downer lately, I suppose."

Jaskier tries to laugh it off but Geralt turns to look at him, something like concern in his expression.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh nothing's wrong," Jaskier assures. "I've just not been feeling myself."

"Can I help?"

Jaskier is taken aback by the blunt suggestion and his head jerks up to meet Geralt's eyes.

"I'm not sure you could, love," he says gently.

"If someone has hurt you-"

"No," Jaskier says quickly.

"You reek of heartache," Geralt says bluntly.

"Right. Well." He considers for a moment before deciding against lying to Geralt. "Unrequited love, I'm afraid."

"How do you know it is?"

"Unrequited?" Jaskier laughs, "oh, my darling, he'd have to be the stupidest man alive not to know. Or perhaps the most oblivious. I'm sure he would have said something if he felt the same."

"You haven't," Geralt counters.

"Right, well- He wouldn't want someone like me, surely."

"Perhaps he feels you think the same of him."

Jaskier had considered that option, but it seems unlikely.

"Either way, it's best just to tell him. I'm sure he'll be flattered if nothing else."

The mere suggestion of it makes Jaskiers stomach turn and he nods slowly. Thankfully, at that moment, supper is delivered to their room and he is spared the thought of confessing his feelings - out loud - to Geralt.

His relief is short-lived as supper is finished shortly, but he makes an excuse about taking the dishes away and dashes out the door with them. Jaskier wants to cry. He can't believe he's gotten himself into a mess like this and he can only hope Geralt doesn't continue to bring it up.

He's so distracted thinking about it that it seems like seconds before he's standing back in front of his door. He hesitates before opening the door, keeping his eyes closed until the last possible moment.

When he opens his eyes, Jaskier's heart jumps into his throat. As Geralt turned to see him, a piece of paper had fallen from his hands and Jaskier can't take his eyes off it. He'd been so preoccupied worrying about the mess when Geralt showed up that he'd forgotten to hide the letter. And it was addressed to Geralt, he had every right to read it, but-

"Jaskier?"

Jaskier scrambles across the floor, reaching for the letter, but Geralt catches his wrist, holding him still.

"Is this just another one of your poems?" he asks quietly.

Jaskier shakes his head. There's no use denying it.

"It's… me. I'm the one you were talking about earlier."

Jaskier half wishes he could fall through the floor and never have to finish this conversation. Sadly, despite how hard he wishes, the floor refuses to open up beneath him. He nods.

"I want to hear you say it."

Jaskier's tongue feels heavy in his mouth but he manages, "I don't know what to say. I don't want to make any big confessions I can't live up to."

"Then how about this?" Geralt says.

He leans in, taking Jaskier's face in his hand, and softly presses their lips together. For a moment, Jaskier forgets to breathe and has trouble believing this is real at all. But when Geralt pulls back again, he's smiling, his cheeks a faint shade of pink. Jaskier's first thought is that it's quite a pretty colour on him before he presses forward and kisses him again.

"Yeah," he breathes, barely pulling away to speak, "I think that's a good start."

[uglylaugher]

Hear me out...

-fanfic idea Yennefer x Tissaia !! 💯

Imagine this; Yennefer has the actual voice of an angel.No one really knows she can sing except for maybe Triss,Jaskier,Ciri and Geralt.She likes to keep it that way,having a reputation to maintain and blah blah blah.

BUT.. one morning she's geen given an invitation to attend a ball at Aretuza,courtesies of Tissaia.She reluctantly goes along with Jaskier who's ofc no doubt the entertainment for the night.

We all know what'll happen,tipsy as she is,she eventually agrees to sing along to Jaskier's song Her Sweet Kiss.BAM! revealing to the entire room she has a voice.Then literally Tissaia just completely mind blown;falling head over heals for her. ( You Carry On From There ! )

Listen to the song : The Closest Thing To Crazy - imagine Yen singing that!!

NB!! you don't need to create a story exactly like this, change it up to however you want it.

[lif3lessb0dy]

iorveth headcanon; you're Geralt's adoptive daughter and have a birthday

well, you're almost 100 years old but for him you're a little child

he found you fighting for your life in a street arena

and decided to take you with him (well, he just saw magical necklace and wanted to show that Triss)

when Geralt had amnesia you were looking for him and finished up in Flotsam. you were in the wrong place at the wrong time so you met Iorveth by accident.

firstly he was surprised that you went here unnoticed by his guards.

well, you two are like grumpy x sunshine, enemies to friends to lovers ig

when Vesemir said that you're going to have a birthday party in Kaer Morhen you immediately thought about Iorveth

did they invite him?

yes. you were on a mission just like Iorveth so you two arrived at different times

everything was ready for you, as soon as you crossed the gate, happy Ciri ran out to you

"come with me, it's nice to see you"

you entered the main chamber and saw all of the witchers + some friends of you and Geralt

yup, Vernon Roche was there. You didn't know why Geralt invited him but you hoped that he wouldn't make troubles

and then you saw a red scarf

you greeted the witchers and sorcerers, all that while looking at the place where you saw the scarf

"hello (name), you didn't expect me here, do you?"

"well, to be honest, you are always near me"

"to be honest can you just shut up?" said Lambert

Keira, Triss and Yennefer in the same place at the same time... That can't end up good

of course Jaskier must have said something about Roche and Iorveth which make Vernon angry

Iorveth wasn't very comfortable because it was his first meeting with your, ekhem, "family", ekhem.

well, he found that Vesemir and Eskel share common ground with him

you mostly talked with Ciri, because you two really haven't seen each other for a while

while means sth like 10years?

the first person who started singing birthday songs was ofc Jaskier

all the time Ciri shoved Iorveth towards you "by accident".

Geralt was like a typical father. He stared at Iorveth when he tried to hug/kiss/do anything to you.

Lambert was kinda like an older brother who wants to kill anyone that touches her little sister but didn't show that as much as Geralt

Yennefer had enough with those mf

Triss was happy to see you but every Geralt x Yen scene makes her drink even more alcohol (she really wants to recover after her unrequited love)

Eskel had tried to talk with Iorveth before you arrived, but they both were stressed and awkward towards each other (Iorveth was too serious when Eskel tried to joke. He really wanted to make the best first impression but... But kinda failed. Well, even so, they became friends)

at the end of the day every one of you was exhausted

THE CAKE!

well, Yennefer wanted to do purple cake and Triss green.

surprise! You have two cakes!!

[perseruna]

hi sorry if this is an irritating ask but i was wondering, what ships do you like from the Witcher?? Thank you!

i wonder… who might it be…

yenskier is literally keeping me alive right now, i think about them night and day, and i’m awaiting their return like a 50s housewife waiting for my beloved husband to come home from the war…

but also outside of them i love triss x philippa!! and i’m so excited to finally see them together on screen in s3!! and i genuinely enjoy every niche sapphic rare pair, i love fringilla x yen, sabrina x yen, francesca x fringilla, triss x sabrina, i love all of them!! and i’m a casual enjoyer of regis x geralt !!

[zirael189]

I know that Netflix had made A LOT of mistakes in The Witcher, but I can't forgive them this one:

In the fourth book, after the fight with Vilgefortz, water from Brokilon helped Geralt recover (at least partly) . So, we know that it's MAGICAL water, and that witchers are resistant to magic, but only to a CERTAIN LEVEL

If a powerfull sorceress wanted Geralt to dance around a polo stick, then, HELL YEAH, HE'D BE DANCING AROUND A POLO STICK (aka if Yen just aksed him to)

We also know that he had hallucinations in the second book, after drinking some of Brokilon's water.

Then, what is this Netflix nonsense where Geralt says that Brokilon's water can't heal him? In the book 4, it literally says that it was one of the main reasons (apart from being a witcher) he recovered so fast. Of course, it wasn't fully. And that's where Yennefer's part comes in.

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

I know that they probably just wanted to give us more Yennefer x Geralt content (it's not like they had TWO short stories that they could use) but it felt like just an excuse. And, what's the point with Fringilla, then? Instead of at least mentioning that Triss and Geralt have slept together, or that she's still in love with him, Netflix started writing a Triss x Istredd romance. Is that what's gonna happen to Fringilla, too? If they don't sleep together, there's no way Fringilla can manipulate Geralt into giving up on his search for Ciri. Yennefer already healed him, so she can't do that, either. That's why Netflix is just probably going to make up her storyline, like they did with most of the characters.

It completely ruined one of the main reasons I fell in love with The Witcher books.

The constant feeling of regret, since the book one? Geralt, wondering if Yennefer is a traitor, or someone's hostage? Ciri, thinking that everyone had given up on her? THAT was what kept me reading.

And, here's what Netflix represented us: Geralt's only personallity traits are swearing and being grumpy for no reason at all. Yennefer suddenly feels free to express her emotions and cry ALL THE DAMN TIME, while, in the books, she almost never opened up to people. The only characters they haven't fucked up (yet) are Ciri and Jaskier.

I love Witcher as a TV show, but, as a book adaptation, I DESPISE it

[cerealbishh]

lovers very good friends ft. deep conversations by the fire and prolonged stares after hand-holding

[chaosandorder46]

🍲 When did you start writing and why?

🥮 Do you have any writing milestones you're working toward?

🍡 Which of your fics was the most emotionally difficult to write?

💖❤️

Oooohhh...good questions! Thanks for sending them my way!

1. I wrote my first fic EVER last Sept! It never occurred to me to do any creative writing (STEM kid here), but I got sucked into the Witcher fandom, specifically Yen x Tissaia and Sabrina x Triss. There weren't a ton of Sabrina x Triss centric fics out there, so I started writing them! Obviously going to shamelessly self-promote that fic here :)

2. Milestones? Never heard of her.

3. Work that was emotionally difficult to write? Hmm. I wrote a fic about the main character's (Sabrina G.) difficult relationship with her mother, and her mother's death. Projected a bit with that one, and it wasn't necessarily difficult to write, but a little difficult to share.

[alder-saan]

I have been looking for someone that wrote for the witcher books as x reader for awhile, who are your favorite characters ( could be game characters to)

Great question, I really like them all. But I think I have some favourite.

Philippa/Filippa Eilhart

(This is an official visual)

Lord I love her. Badass, lesbian, owl, all the story is literally because of her (I won't spoil for those who haven't read the books). In the games she is perfect, In the books too. I have hopes for the tv show... I wouldn't have choose Cassie Clare (tbf I wanted them to go further in the native theme, because she is so native coded in the games and a bit in the books, and to choose a native american/australian actress), but why not.

Anna Henrietta of Toussaint

From the books a bit, but more from the games. Blood and Wine is an awesome dlc. Queen step on me. I like her sister a bit too. I love how this story is borderline coded. I wrote a fanfiction of her and a maid (being a higher vampire), but turned it into being a part of my original universe. I really love Toussaint in the game, very southern France alike, it's fun.

Cerys An Craite

(Artist : Nikivaszi)

Lord, Cerys... I am a whore for this woman. I want to be her property. Ciri x Cerys is so hot btw. She is the reason why I love the Skellig part so much in the witcher 3.

Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzief Godefroy (Regis)

(Artist : shalizeh)

I don't love him in a romantic way, but he is really cool. I think I prefer him in the books, but I also love him in the game (in which they erased a bit his feminism, pro-lgbt and pro-choice positions and that's why I prefer him in the books). I hope Pedro Pascal will be his actor in the tv show... Same here, I won't spoil, but let's say I relate a lot to his questions about the world.

This man is a greeflag.

Lydia Van Bredevoort

(The artist isn't written on it, if I remember well it's an official visual but not sure...)

I like this sweetie pie (she is only a sweetie pie in the books... wtf Netflix I don't understand why did you do that). We don't see her a lot but... she is cute.

I love Yennefer too (more in the books than in the game btw, in the game I chose Triss), but I think these five really are my favourite. I really like Ciri. And of course, Geralt is really cool. I love his character, his development, his relationship with Yen and Ciri. Jaskier/Dandelion is cool too... But... eh... He cheated on Anna Henrietta so jail now. You can't cheat on her. She is perfect.

[corvo-bianco-lilacs]

I'm in a writing slump 🙃

Have some... Well, whatever this turns out to be!

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Yennefer brushed her fingers languidly through Triss' auburn locks, gently twisting the strands around her fingers before pulling them through, drawing a contented hum from the woman whose head was nestled on her lap, arms wrapped around her waist.

The raven-haired woman smiled down at her lover, her nails gently scratching at the nape of Triss' neck, then at the base of her skull, watching with amusement as the tension in the younger woman's body began to melt away.

A set of footsteps, light and carefully placed, brought her attention from one lover to the other, bringing a soft smile to Yen's lips as Triss let out a soft breath in the deepest of sleep.

Francesca came to perch beside Yen on the grass, tucking her long legs up close to her body as Yen leaned her head onto her shoulder.

"I've been looking for you, my raven." Francesca hummed, her voice a soft melody to Yen's ears. "I see you've been hiding from me."

"I would never." Yen scoffed, a smirk tugging at her pink lips. "But you must admit that the sunset is beautiful."

"It is, though not nearly as beautiful as you." Francesca replied, tilting Yen's head back slightly, her fingers pressed to the soft skin just beneath her chin, before kissing the dark-haired woman beside her.

Yen wrapped her free arm around Francesca's waist, tugging herself closer to the Elven Queen, parting her lips to Francesca's probing tongue. They remained together for several long moments, finally parting with soft huffs as they brought air back into their lungs.

Francesca looked down at Triss' sleeping form, a smile tugging at her lips, before her own hand joined Yen's in brushing out those long, auburn locks. Triss jolted then, just slightly, her cornflower blue eyes blinking open and gazing up into the adoring faces of the two women she had come to call home. She smiled back, nestling against Yen's abdomen before pushing herself upright, wiping the sleep from her eyes.

"Sorry... I nodded off." Triss yawned, pushing loose strands of hair back from her face.

"All the more reason to come to bed then, my darlings. It's getting quite late." Francesca replied, a slight purr to her voice as she stood from the ground, brushing blades of grass from the skirt of her dress.

Yen's eyes darkened slightly at the implication, while Triss' cheeks grew red at the thought, a shudder rushing through her as they both followed Francesca's lead, making their way back into the castle of Dol Blathanna.

Once their bedroom door shut behind them, and a sound shield was put in place, did the three women fall into the more carnal needs that their bodies required.