here’s a little thing for witcher ladies appreciation week! the first fic prompt was fluff/happiness so here is some pure yennefer x triss fluff
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She tightens the blanket around her shoulders before taking the wine bottle from the table and making her way back out to the balcony, back towards her wife.
Her wife.
It still doesn’t quite feel real, that she has a wife, and that she herself is now a wife. Despite the wedding only being a week ago, it feels as though it happened in a time far, far from now. Ever since the two of them drove away and started their honeymoon, it feels like the universe just exists for them now, that the entire world is theirs to command and is waiting at their fingertips. They haven’t gone far, but the rolling hills and quiet streets are different enough from the overcrowded city they are used to for them to enjoy themselves.
She steps back out onto the balcony, back into the crisp summer night. It is still warm, but now that the sun has set it is beginning to chill and they decided to bring out the blankets.Triss looks up at her with a smile, and Yennefer can feel herself falling in love with her all over again.
They had met at university, through their friends at a party, and they had hit it off immediately. Triss was kind, effortlessly kind and had this wonderful ability to make anyone feel welcome, and cared for and important that emitted from her like sunshine. And Yennefer, the poor farm girl with her hunched shoulders, blossomed under that light. They were friends for a long time, and Triss was there alongside as she learned and grew, was there at her side during every surgery, and flitted from relationship to relationship. Triss was there when they fell apart, waiting with wine and ice cream. They drifted for a while, both of them travelling across the Continent - Yennefer fought and clawed her way to the top of the Lyrian law firm, fighting for those who no-one would and Triss became a nurse, caring for the people that everyone else seemed to have forgotten about- but they always gravitated back towards one another. They both ended up settling in the same city, and Triss made a speech at her wedding to Geralt, she supported both her and Geralt as they went through the arduous adoption process.
Triss was there when it started to fall apart, a sympathetic ear to listen to Yennefer talk about how motherhood was so much harder than she could ever have imagined, how her and Geralt just didn’t seem to work anymore, when she first uttered the word ‘divorce’ but was terrified about letting Ciri down.
But it all turned out alright, she and Geralt decided they worked better as co-parents and friends, and Ciri was thrilled that she still had two people who cared for her more than anything in the world and that they were no longer hurting each other for her sake.
And then it seemed only natural, on one spring afternoon where she and Triss had been enjoying lunch in her garden, to turn and kiss her. She watched as the blush spread across the freckled woman’s cheeks and the smile that formed against her lips. She could see surprise in Triss’s eyes too because kind Triss, selfless Triss, wonderful Triss, beautiful Triss, still did not think herself deserving of this kind of affection, had resigned herself to the sidelines whilst she sat and watched everyone else get their happy ending. But Yennefer wasn’t going to allow that, she was pulling her out of the shade and into the sun and they had never looked back.
“Thank you, Mrs Merigold,” Triss smiles to her as Yennefer refills her wine glass.
“You’re welcome Mrs Vengeburg,” she replies.
She sits next to her wife, their new rings glinting in the candlelight as she intertwines their hands. Their road here has not always been easy, the journey filled with struggles and hardship, but she knows that she would not change a single step.
Triss leans and rests her head against her shoulder, and Yennefer presses a kiss into her curls. She would not change anything because that journey brought her exactly where she needed to be, here under the stars with the woman she loves, with a family waiting for her back home.
