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So shoot me a message or an ask if you want me to read ur Witcher writing and leave the filthiest most expletive-containing nsfw review of your writing. I have genuinely no pairing preference and I don’t want any ageplay, underage or incest. Otherwise I’m down for anything.
while digging through my wips, I found a whole fully finished ficlet so here's that I suppose!
a frinfran corporate office au
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While her fellows in the office yearn for the weekend with a religious sort of zeal, moaning and gnashing their teeth less and less as their pitiful two days off from their corporate hell finally approach, Fringilla has always dreaded Fridays.
There is never enough time in the work week to do everything that needs doing, always one more memo to write and one more report to look over. Contrary to her coworker’s apparent belief, the world does not stop turning over the weekend, and every Monday brings a backlog of briefs and voicemails and messages to slogs through.
She frets over falling behind, always seeming to miss her next promotion, always landing just shy of the accolades that others achieve, offered formulaic praise for her tireless work but never more than that.
She has already fallen behind, her dear family so quick to remind her of the successful lives of her older siblings and cousins. Her mother calls her each Sunday night with news and gossip, and Fringilla sits in her pristine kitchen with the phone crooked against her ear and makes the appropriate noises in the right places and feels her dread grow all the while.
Fridays also allow for business casual office wear. Fringilla does not observe the practice, keeping to her rotating wardrobe of neutral-toned power suits and simple jewelry, but sometimes, she looks at how the women and even the men in the office dress each Friday and wonders how exactly they make the simple act of wearing clothing seem so effortless.
She fears there has been some memo she missed, not just about fashion but about socializing at all and about hobbies and music and TV shows. About friendship and romance. About life.
In the evenings, Fringilla goes home to her luxury apartment alone and looks out over the glittering lights of the city and sips at a glass of red wine while her microwave low calorie meal heats up and frets and dreads and wonders.
Then, there is Francesca.
Here is my entry for the Thanedd Ball 2022! Keira and Triss get drunk at the ball and discuss their past.
I’m a little early, but here is my entry for @thanedd-ball! Keira develops pain from her fractures. Lambert makes a special night for her. ✨
Thank you @fangirleaconmigo for being my sensitivity reader!
Teen | 4.0K words | Keira/Lambert | archiveofourown.org/works/40005957
I’m rewatching TWN from the start, so I’ll finally see s2 lol. But the scene in episode 2 where you are introduced to chaos and magic made me remember this beginning of a fic I started that was going to be a Fringilla character study. I’d love to continue it, though it’ll probably be affected greatly by s2, as I understand we learn a lot more about her character during it, so I’m excited for that!
Fringilla would always remember the moment the world changed for her. It wasn’t when she accidentally froze the cat with magic. It wasn’t even when her uncle, an illustrious illusionist, gazed at her with pride and declared that she would go to Aretuza.
No, the real moment of change was during her first lesson at Aretuza, when Rectoress Tissaia de Vries walked around the room and declared, “just because you are conduits of chaos does not mean that you are capable of magic. Magic is organizing chaos. And while oceans of mysteries remain, we have deduced that this requires two things, balance and control. Without them, chaos will kill you.”
The Rectoress directed them to use an encantation to lift a stone, and while everyone in the room tried, Fringilla was the only one who succeeded. And on her first try!
But then came the moment. The moment Chaos took the balance out of her hide, desiccating her hand and arm.
And the Rectoress did nothing. Everyone did nothing. Even the girl who’d pointed out the cost didn’t move, though she stared in horror as Fringilla screamed.
At that moment, Fringilla swore that she would become powerful enough to destroy any who would stand by and let that happen. Aretuza taught her that pain was part of the exchange for power, but there was no need to be careless about it!
Fringilla firmly believed that when someone had the ability to protect another, even if it meant doing some measure of harm, they had the responsibility to do it.
The Usurper taught her that.
Have some fluffy FrinFran~
“She’s a cuddly one.”
Francesca looks up. Fringilla stands at the edge of the room, one hand on the doorway. Her face is bright and soft, like a spring sun, as she smiles at the little girl in Francesca’s arms.
She can’t help it- she smiles too. “That she is,” Francesca murmurs, turning her gaze back to her daughter, who’s started chewing gummily at her dress. She brushes Liserne’s cheek with her fingers and feels her heart ache when the babe blinks hazily up at her. “I’m going to miss it when she grows older.”
“You don’t think she’ll remain cuddly?” Francesca shifts, just enough for Fringilla to take the invitation and slip under the blankets with her.
“You think she will, then?” she asks, feeling Fringilla lean over her shoulder.
Fringilla hums. “It’s a possibility,” she says, adjusting Liserne’s blanket so that it covers her head again. “The well-loved ones often are.”
She does not ask if Fringilla knows this because she was well-loved or because she felt the lack. She thinks she knows the answer.
Instead, she shifts closer and gently lays her head on Fringilla’s shoulder. The mage stiffens at first, but quickly relaxes, even going as far as to rest her own head on top of Francesca’s.
“She likes you,” Francesca says when Liserne blinks up at Fringilla. “I think she knows you saved her life.”
“You could have done the same.” Fringilla plays with the ends of the baby blanket, fingers shifting over the knotted ends. “It was just warmth, Francesca.”
“Mm.” Francesca nudges her gently. “Maybe. But you were the one who did. I don’t know if I thanked you for that.”
Fringilla laughs then, low and raspy. “Oh, you did,” she says, and Francesca feels her crescent-moon smile against the crown of her head. “You were quite out of it- I’m pretty sure you offered to kill General Hake for me.”
Francesca tenses- as much as she’s sure Fringilla hates the general, she can’t be certain the mage won’t be forced to act if Francesca had made a threat against him. When Fringilla pats her hand, she allows herself to relax again. Still… “I’m guessing you won’t hold me to that, then?”
“Mm, not this time,” Fringilla jokes back, and Francesca feels the last of the fear leave her.
“Ah!”
She looks down to see Liserne trying to latch at her nipple, eyes welling up with tears when she fails.
“Oh baby,” she cooes, pulling down her dress and bringing her daughter’s head closer. “Oh my sweet little girl.”
“Time for dinner, hm?” Fringilla says, not bothering to hide her amusement.
Francesca laughs. “Mm, and she’s a demanding one.”
“Well, she’s a princess, isn’t she?” Fringilla smiles against her hair. “Do you need me to leave?”
“Do you need to leave?”
“Well… not quite yet.”
Francesca hums. “Stay then,” she says. “Maybe you can cuddle with her once she’s finished eating.”
“...Maybe I could.”
Francesca’s no prophet, but she ends up being right.
I’m very excited to have participated in Beyond The Continent Reverse bang (@beyondthecontinent )! @vands38 wrote an incredible fic for my artwork and I’m so happy yall get to read it and and I get to share my excitement for it! (plus I had tons of fun drawing Coen in the above illustration :D )
it was an honour working with @broskier for @beyondthecontinent. their gorgeous illustration of Coën after the fall of Kaer Seren gave me the perfect excuse to write a 6k angstfest and I’m so glad we can now share it with you all!
The Honourable Knight is available to read on AO3.
I’ve not posted anything in ages so, whilst I get some fics into shape, here is a moodboard I made for ‘Invictus’ - a piece written for the Beyond the Continent Reverse Big Bang.
I illustrated a piece for the Beyond the Continent Witcher Reverse Bang!!! The author I was paired with is the fantastic @redlightofdawn - whose amazing fic will be linked in a reblog shortly!
And here's the fic :)
Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: The Witcher (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon/Triss Merigold Characters: Triss Merigold, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon Additional Tags: Yennefer shows up a bit, as does princess Adda the second, background Yennefer/Geralt and Geralt/Jaskier if you squint, Witcher Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, Beyond the Continent 2021, Minor Eskel/Triss Merigold, Teenage Crush, No underage, Cirilla's big lesbian awakening, Ciri takes one look at Triss and goes 'oh I'm GAY' Summary:
It had taken Yennefer's goading to trick Ciri into going to Temeria to see Triss for help with her current project, but she wasn't about to turn back and admit defeat without even trying.
Even if the memories of the last time Ciri saw the sorceress still made her cheeks pink.
She was an adult now, and she wouldn't let an embarrassing teenage crush distract her from her goal.
Hopefully.
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My BTC 2021 entry, inspired by @stars-in-my-damn-eyes's amazing art!
I’m very excited to have participated in Beyond The Continent Reverse bang (@beyondthecontinent )! @vands38 wrote an incredible fic for my artwork and I’m so happy yall get to read it and and I get to share my excitement for it! (plus I had tons of fun drawing Coen in the above illustration :D )
it was an honour working with @broskier for @beyondthecontinent. their gorgeous illustration of Coën after the fall of Kaer Seren gave me the perfect excuse to write a 6k angstfest and I’m so glad we can now share it with you all!
The Honourable Knight is available to read on AO3.
“You have a hunger in you, Triss,” Dr. Eilhart says, steepling her fingers.
Triss hides her snort. “Psycho-analyzing me again, Doctor?” she says lightly, wondering where the good doctor would take this little… “observation”.
Granted, a lot of her observations have been fairly accurate- most days it bothers her that Dr. Eilhart can see her so well, down to pieces that Triss hides even from herself sometimes.
(If she finds that it thrills her too, well. Better not to look at that.)
But today, with a full belly from the lovely veal cutlets the good doctor had prepared, as far away from hunger that she could imagine, the concept of being known had ceased to become unsettling. Now, she simply waits for Dr. Eilhart’s verdict, lulled by the fine meal, warm evening, and the company of a good friend.
“Well,” Triss says finally. “I’m curious- what brings you to that conclusion?”
“Simple observation,” Dr. Eilhart says. She leans forward, uncrossing her legs. “I’ve seen you stifle yourself- your wit, your emotions, your passion and life. Tell me Triss, does Tissaia even know your birthday was last week?”
Last week, Triss had turned 30 while she’d been knee deep in blood, with the imagined screams of the latest murderers victims echoing in her ears. ‘A pretty little birthday song,’ she remembers thinking, before Tissaia had demanded to know what her thoughts on the scene were.
“You know I don’t like cake or attention, Dr. Eilhart,” Triss tries to deflect, still feeling the thick slosh against her legs.
“Two of the sweeter things in life,” Dr. Eilhart says, watching her intently. “Yet you claim not to like them.”
‘Claim?’ “You don’t believe me?”
“I am giving you attention right now, am I not? And you do not seem to mind.”
Triss blinks. “Well,” she says slowly. “You are my therapist, after all.”
“Perhaps,” Dr. Eilhart concedes, tilting her head. “And yet, do you not hate therapists as well? I seem to recall your… vehemence upon meeting me.”
Triss chuckles. “Well, Dr. Eilhart,” she says, feeling particularly bold. “perhaps you have become the exception.”
‘My exception,’ Triss very carefully does not say. It would be too much, no matter that her tongue tingles at the thought of letting that possessiveness spill out.
Dr. Eilhart’s posture shifts- the only betrayal of what Triss thinks is her surprise. She is so, so hard to read. “Am I now?” she murmurs, leaning back slowly. “I must say, I’m flattered to be the exception to your rule.”
‘Flattered, huh?’ Triss leans forward, suddenly feeling bold. “And what am I to you, Dr. Eilhart?” she asks, heart pounding deliciously in her throat.
The good doctor blinks, before smiling slowly. “Hm,” she says, pondering the question like she’s savoring a wine. “Well… I suppose you’d be the only patient I’d ever let call me by my first name.”
“Oh?” Triss breathes, hands suddenly shaky with need.
Dr. Eilhart continues smiling and just nods her head. “Philippa.”
‘Philippa.’ Triss already knew her name, but to hear it fall from her own lips… it makes her heady, giddy with the weight of the trust the other woman’s left upon her.
Well, there’s only one thing she can say now. “I’m glad I’m your exception too… Philippa.”
The was created for the 2021 Beyond the Continent Reverse Bang, where artists create a piece of art, and writers sign up to write a companion fic. The emphasis of this event was highlighting characters of colour and female characters in The Witcher.
ClydeThistles matched with me and will link to her fantastic fic on AO3. It fits in canonically to the show, draws from book lore (!), and is highly recommended.
I was thrilled to write the story that @ehay ‘s gorgeous artwork inspired, here is the link https://archiveofourown.org/works/32163517/chapters/79692772.
My piece for @beyondthecontinent that got claimed by the amazing @imperiuswrecked who made a wonderful fic!
I wrote a fic for @kairennart 's gorgeous fanart!!! ❤ Thank you to the mods of @beyondthecontinent
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon & Dara, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon & Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon & Vesemir
Characters: Dara (The Witcher), Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Vesemir (The Witcher), Chireadan (The Witcher
Additional Tags: Original Character(s), Friendship, Family, Family Feels, Family Fluff, Light Angst, Happy Ending, Hugs
A tale of friendship, Witchers, forgery, and hugs.
Dara makes his own way after leaving Ciri, and Ciri follows Geralt to Kaer Morhen yet both friends desperately miss each other.
Read it here:
happiest of birthdays to my bog sister, @unremarkablegirl !! i hope you're having a great day!!
oh and thanks @dapandapod for the prompt. as promised, its not as fluff as you wanted.
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ship: yenralt
genre: light hurt/comfort, slice of life ish
warnings: aftermath of injury but nothing graphic, mentions that someone could have died from said injury
editing: nah
words: 1344
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“You absolute bastard of a man.”
Yennefer knotted off the bandage on Geralt’s shoulder, although despite the bite in her words her movements were gentle. She gave them one final once over, frowning at the blood already speckling the white linen as she secured his left arm to his body. Because knowing Geralt he would do something dumb like try to get up in the middle of the night to go check on his horse and manage to undo all her hard work.
She propped him up against the pillows - her very nice, very expensive pillows that now smelled vaguely of wyvern guts - and gathered up her herbs and potions, her movements much slower now that Geralt was no longer in danger of losing his arm.
She scrubbed the dried blood and guts off of her hands, trying not to think too much about the fact that there was far too much of it on her hands and not nearly enough inside of Geralt. His recklessness was honestly going to get him killed one day. For Melitele’s sake, what Witcher in their right mind would take on a wyvern contract when they were out of swallow?
Geralt, apparently.
this is so wonderful!!! angst and soft and so so lovely thank you! Her brushing out his hair and confessing her feelings while he’s asleep is just!! there’s so much love there and it’s so sweet and the way he’s just like I can stay for a while thank you <3
Well both @all-hail-the-witcher and @unremarkablegirl are fantastic!! So I’m societally obligated to reblog 🥰
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The woods are always full of noise. No such thing as a silent night among trees- there is always the rustle of leaves, the footfall of animals large and small, the hunting of night birds to bring their babes supper. Geralt likes it that way. He knows woodscraft, the sounds of things, the stillness that is not still at all.
It’s starting to be spring now. Soon the pass will clear enough for them to leave, but for now he’s out in the dark of the remaining bitterness of winter, breath fogging in the air as he crunches through the snow with rabbits from his snares hanging from his shoulders. The moon is out, the stars too- the night is cold without the cloud cover to trap the heat of the world in, and he looks up at the deep black of the sky with its pricks of light, and irrationally, misses Jaskier.
He stops where he stands, listening to the not-stillness of winter woods. No lute music by a crackling fire tonight. Just some off key singing, maybe, if Lambert is tired and in his cups enough.
When did he start associating night sounds with Jaskier?
He takes an uncertain step forward and stops, sighing. The woods are full of sound, ebbing and flowing with the night. Kaer Morhen is in sight, and he knows he should carry on, get inside, sit warm by the fire while he cleans up the rabbits and preps them for dinner. But. Well.
He wants Jaskier here, suddenly. Wants the warmth of a fire, the crisp clean air of the woods, the gentle singing of a lute.
Geralt looks back up at the stars, the drifting constellations and the majesty of it all. The moon is the same in Oxenfurt, the stars only slightly fainter from the torchlights on the walkways. It’s still early. Jaskier may yet be up still, carousing or laughing or even just in his rooms working.
Geralt hums, the sound breaking the quiet of the forest, and whispers half remembered lyrics under his breath all the way back to the gates.
HOW. THE FUCK. IS THERE NOT. A SINGLE. SINGLE. GERASKIER. SUPERMAN. AU?!
Geraskier Superhero Fic Recs:
I’m Only Human After All: Literally a Geraskier Superman AU with Geralt as Superman and Jaskier as the Lois Lane, and evening better? the Series is nearly at 150 so there’s plenty to read. Absolutely amazing. @ghostinthelibrarywrites
World’s Finest: Geraskefer Superbat AU where Jaskier is Superman and Geralt is Batman and Yennefer is Wonder Woman. I wrote this little 10k one shot on a whim and the Superbat dynamic works so well for these two!
Chasing Love, With a Monster: A Geraskier Avengers Fusion and in this Geralt calls Jaskier “Jay” as a nickname and I kind of love that in a Modern AU @archofimagine
Heroes One and All: Jaskier and Geralt are flatmates and superheroes. This is the story of their discovering each other's secrets and love. @therealdannix
Remind Me What Kindness Is: the modern AU no one asked for where Geralt is a vigilante and owns a flower shop, Jaskier is a tattooist and singer, and they both have lots and lots of feelings.
(There are more superhero AUs that aren’t Geraskier but here’s a jumping off point)
