Nov 5, 2023
What if Yennefer of Vengerberg was a witcher 🗡️ instead of a mage 🔮 ?
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(yes, another AU for the witcher, I can't help it)
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What if Yennefer of Vengerberg was a witcher 🗡️ instead of a mage 🔮 ?
[Fanarts Masterlist || Instagram art account]
(yes, another AU for the witcher, I can't help it)
POV: you walk into a tavern and you’re immediately judged by the hottest people in there👯♀️
Im posting this onto my sketch tumblr:
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More frequently posted but unfinished stuff, go there if you’d like that!
POV: you walk into a tavern and you’re immediately judged by the hottest people in there👯♀️
Looking for a man. Not just any man. Mine smells of rosemary and mint, dresses in white and gold.
i’ve been screaming about women witchers a lot lately and i finally wrote a yentriss fic in which they’re both witchers, they’re bamf, they’re soft, and they’re lesbians, your honour, i love them
summary:
The chill of winter has faded away, the joy of spring pervading the air. Triss waits in the tavern, surveying the humans around her - then two arms encircle her from behind, and Triss smiles when she recognises the familiar scent of lilac.
“Missed you,” she murmurs, twisting around to press her forehead to Yennefer’s. They’ve spent a long winter apart, and Triss has missed her so much, missed her warm embraces and gentle touches, her sly smiles and soft laughter. “How was your winter?”
“Good,” Yennefer hums, winding her arms around Triss’ waist. “I have a contract. There’s a lord -”
“Yes, Yenna, I’ll be your backup,” Triss cuts in with a playful grin, glowing warm with the high of their reunion and the prospect of setting out on the Path together once more, and Yennefer sends her a grateful smile, capturing her lips in their first kiss after a winter apart.
Or: Triss and Yennefer are two witchers in love, reuniting after going their separate ways for the winter. Together, they take a contract on a corrupt lord - a contract that goes unexpectedly wrong.
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Leaning back in her chair, Triss surveys the tavern, filled with chattering humans, halfway drunk on ale and warm food, their faces bright with the arrival of spring as the chill of winter melts away. Triss had spent the winter with Julian, the only brother of hers who’s still alive, holed up in the same small village they always spend their winters in - it’s possibly the only village on the Continent where witchers aren’t hated, where Triss and Julian are given nothing more than a quick glance as the villagers get on with their quiet lives.
Once winter had retreated enough for Triss to travel safely, she’d set back out on the Path, bidding goodbye to Julian, who headed up north towards Kaedwen while she started making her way down towards Redania, stopping every once in a while to take contracts in order to keep her purse full. She’s in the centre of Redania now, where the colours are bright and the people are joyous with the arrival of spring, and their joy is infectious, sending thrums of anticipation running through Triss as she shifts in her seat, the ale untouched in front of her.
The humans in the tavern give her a wide berth, seeing the gold of her eyes glowing in the dim light, the slash of scars across her face, the swords strapped to her back, but Triss pays them no heed - she’s used to it, and besides, she has more important things to care about.
The door to the tavern opens, letting in a gentle gust of spring breeze, and Triss snaps her head up, her slow heart speeding up slightly, only to deflate when a group of young boys stumble in, loud and raucous as they push and shove at each other, the door swinging shut behind them.
It’s only been a few days, she reminds herself. She’s waited longer.
She could wander around town, maybe, catch a glimpse of the colourful festivities that herald the arrival of spring. Or she could find a contract, keep herself occupied for a day or two.
Glancing out the window, she twists her fingers around her medallion, rubbing at the flower charm that hangs next to it, and takes in the view outside, humans rushing about their day through the crowded streets.
Everyone buzzes bright with the joy of spring, and Triss is suddenly acutely aware of how alone she is, sitting in a shadowy corner of the tavern as the world around her spins and hums with the anticipation of a new year. She taps her fingers on her medallion, tracing the image of the roaring Manticore, clutches at the flower charm, and wonders -
Two arms encircle her from behind, and Triss reaches instinctively for the dagger at her hip before she recognises the familiar scent of lilac, the familiar weight of those arms. She grins, twisting around in her seat, warmth filling her when she meets bright violet eyes.
“You were watching the door,” Yennefer murmurs, low and husky as Triss stands up, still held in the circle of Yennefer’s arms. “You should know that I wouldn’t come through the door.”
“It’s a normal thing to do,” Triss protests, reaching out to return Yennefer’s embrace.
“You do this every time,” Yennefer points out, amused, lips tilting up in a playful grin, and Triss leans down a little, presses a kiss to the corner of those enticingly red lips.
“Maybe one day I’ll catch you walking through an actual door.”
“You’ll be waiting for that day for a long time, then.” Yennefer rests their foreheads together, and they’re silent for a few moments, breathing each other in. Their armours are an uncomfortable barrier between them, but Triss lets herself bask in Yennefer’s presence, finally feeling warm and full after a long winter apart.
“Missed you,” Triss murmurs, and Yennefer hums in response, eyes bright and fond. She can feel the weight of numerous eyes on them, can sense the confusion and fear of the humans at the sight of two female witchers embracing in the corner of the tavern, but she ignores them, pulling Yennefer closer. “How was your winter?”
“Killed one or two corrupt nobles -”
“Just one or two?”
Yennefer rolls her eyes, continuing, “But otherwise I laid low. I couldn’t be bothered to cause too much trouble, and a nice villager actually offered to let me stay for the winter, so I was fine.”
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witcher yen aka my excuse to draw her with fangs and a big sword
A Yennaia birthday gift for @greypaws6896 commissioned by @brazenedminstrel! These two make a helluva creative duo - check out their Witcher!Yennefer fic Still Waters which this picture is based on.
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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Tissaia de Vries/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg Characters: Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Tissaia de Vries, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Eskel (The Witcher), Vesemir (The Witcher), Anica (The Witcher) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Witcher!Yennefer, Sorceress of Rinde!Tissaia, Witcher!Coral, Witcher!Anica, Philippa is still Philippa, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Feels, eventual hurt/comfort, Blood and Gore, Blood and Injury, battles, monster hunting, Witchering, Sharing a Bed, Denial of Feelings
Summary: Yennefer is a witcher of the school of the wolf, Tissaia is the resident sorceress of Rinde. Coral is a witcher of the school of the bear. Philippa lives in the court of the Redanian king, relatively close to Tissaia. She visits sometimes, to be a pest, if she isn’t making frequent trips to Skellige because of a certain witcher. Coral also comes to Rinde frequently for this reason. In this story, the witcher schools never shut down, and various characters are witcher instead of their canon roles. The events of the netflix show will still happen in one way or another.
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Co-written with @greypaws6896, inspired by this post from @xxtorchxx