#Glacella

[thegirl20]

Murta seems to have been on a very fast track to Ascension.

Isn’t that a novice outfit in the first one? Aren’t these three very clearly novices? They’re arsing about with plants and giggling when Yennefer finds them in her old room. 

This is the day Yennefer agrees to go to Sodden. 

The day Yennefer returns to Aretuza (which can be no more than two months later, taking into account travel time to Sodden etc) Murta seems to be fully ascended and hanging out/skinnydipping with Sabrina and Triss like they’re old pals.

Very strange.

(I assume the other two girls got eeled. Although I can’t imagine Tissaia was in any fit state to eel anybody, since she appears to have spent the month weeping over Yennefer and not carving plaques.)

#yennefer of vengerberg #triss merigold #sabrina glevissig #murta #fola #glacella #the witcher

[yenneferblog]

Just because you fucked up, doesn't mean we will. You? With all the magical talent of shoe leather? You'll have a home here forever, Glacella. Right here. With my sisters who never ascended.

#bbelcher #chewieblog #thewitchersdaily #userbecca #usertee #tuserdee #userreb #arthurpendragonns #usermakilah #raquser #thewitcheredit #yenneferedit #yennefer #gifs #s1 #ours #ava

[brazenedminstrel]

Chapters: 33/? 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), Triss Merigold, Sabrina Glevissig, Coral | Lytta Neyd, Philippa Eilhart, Jaskier | Dandelion, Original Characters, Istredd (The Witcher), Fringilla Vigo, Vilgefortz of Roggeveen, Vanielle of Brugge, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach, Klara Larissa de Winter 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, There's geralt/jaskier but only in a few chapters as a side-ship, Slow Burn, very slow slow burn, chase scenes, Sodden included

Chapter excerpt:  “Have you been in Skellige?” Yennefer said, looking at the shapes of Coral, Tissaia, Philippa and Sabrina. All powerful people in their own right, but all defeated and some only just clinging onto life.

Glacella nodded. “ Mhmm , just last year.”

“What did they tell you there, the Rectoress of Aretuza, Vesemir and that giant woman of the bear school?”

“That we held the fate of the Continent in our hands.”

“Except no one believes that,” Yennefer said. “No one believes that, not a single witcherling or an apprentice mage. I sure didn’t, Coral and Philippa didn’t, I doubt Tissaia even did. But we do now. If you’d get your two friends, we’ll make a stand.”

She sighed deeply, drawing her sword to give her words strength. “One more battle.”

Updates more or less weekly, co-written with @greypaws6896​, with author commentary, also includes: pain and suffering

#still waters #my fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #the witcher #yennaia #yennefer of vengerberg #tissaia de vries #philippa eilhart #Lytta Neyd #aka Coral #Also featuring #vanielle of brugge #sodden sodden sodden

[bard-llama]

To Be Yennefer (Bonus YenWeek Short)

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“Forget the bottle. Let your Chaos explode!”

It was odd, Yennefer thought idly as she walked up the rock she had chosen for her last stand. It was odd that it had taken until this moment for her to truly be seen for the power she was.

Yennefer was not a nature sorceress like Triss, and she could not snap 50 enemy spines at once like Coral, but she was Yennefer of Vengerberg, and she had power of her own. She had worked long and hard for her power, and now, it was all that stood between the only family she had ever known and the army on her doorstep.

Yennefer stepped up the rock, gathering the energy from the fires burning around the fort in the tips of her fingers. She had power because of who she was, because of everything she’d ever been through.

Her past echoed in her head. The girl in her village: Where are you going, poppy girl? We can teach you. Her mother’s husband: She’s no daughter of mine. Glacella, the student: Just because you fucked up doesn’t mean we will. Queen Kalis: You horrible useless bitch! Artorius of the Brotherhood: If only Yennefer had gone to Nilfgaard. I’m sorry you chose power.  Even Tissaia: Do you actually have what it takes?

Yennefer’s world was pain. It always had been, and it was only fitting if that was the way she went out. But she would use that pain, she would harness it just as she had taken everything else life had thrown at her, and she would use it.

She was Yennefer of Vengerberg, and she would teach the continent to fear her power.

#I finished YenWeek and then realized I had more to say lol #my fics #yenweek #yennefer of vengerberg #episode related #episode 8 #the witcher

[witcherfic]

thegirl20 June 02, 2020 at 12:16PM

by thegirl20

Just a wee interlude in the series where Yennefer's fans find out she's married Tissaia.

Words: 828, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 5 of there is strength in your softness (Yennefer/Tissaia)

Fandoms: The Witcher (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Tissaia de Vries, Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Glacella (The Witcher), Murta (The Witcher), Fola (The Witcher)

Relationships: Tissaia de Vries/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg

#witcher #witcher fic #fic recs #ao3feed

[mametupa]

#TWS1E7 #the Witcher Netflix #Yennefer of Vengerberg #thewitcheredtit #Glacella #Fola #Murta

[thegirl20]

Okay but you know how some students ‘admire’ Yennefer what is their reaction to Tissaia and Yennefer getting married??

I couldn’t think of a whole ficlet about this, so have a little mini thing. 

----- Yennefer is making her way down one of the winding corridors when she hears her name being spoken around the corner ahead. Coming to a stop, she augments her hearing a little so as to make out the words more clearly.

“-just jealous, Glacella.”

There’s a scoff, Yennefer assumes from Glacella. “Hardly.” There’s a slight pause where her companions attempt to dispute this. “I mean it! I don’t even think she’s as pretty as everyone says she is.”

“That’s not what you said before!” 

“You said she was the most beautiful woman you’d ever seen! You said her purple eyes made you feel all funny down be-”

Yennefer bites her lip to keep from laughing out loud

“Okay, fine. Maybe I used to think she was pretty. That was before I realised she’s just as bad as the rest of them. Worse, perhaps. Because she’s a hypocrite into the bargain!”

Frowning, Yennefer cocks her head. This isn’t generally an accusation that’s levelled at her. Headstrong, impulsive, infuriating, yes. And those are when Tissaia’s in a good mood. Hypocrisy, though, isn’t really her thing. She tends to be upfront about her feelings and backs them up with actions.

“A hypocrite?” One of Glacella’s friends asks. “How so?”

“Yes, exactly,” Yen murmurs under her breath. “How so?”

Glacella laughs, but it’s entirely fake. “Remember when she burst into your room and started talking shit about this place? We all thought she was so amazing, but now she’s in with the bricks like the rest of them. And remember how she was all ‘fuck that old bag’? Well, now we know she was fucking that old bag.”

All of them laugh at that and Yennefer’s teeth clench at hearing her words parrotted back. Deciding she’s heard enough, she steps around the corner. Two of the girls see her immediately, their eyes widening in horror. But the main culprit, Glacella, has her back to her and is seemingly blind to her friends’ panic. 

“I mean, how desperate do you need to be to marry your old teacher, eh? And I mean old. Tissaia’s been around for centuries. ” She laughs again, the same false tinkling sound. “She probably had to send a chimney sweep up her fanny before they-”

“Glacella!” One of the others finally decides to interject.

“No, let her continue,” Yennefer says, causing Glacella to spin around, eyes wide and cheeks flaming red. Yen folds her arms. “What was it you were saying about my wife?”  

It still gives Yennefer a visceral thrill to say those two words. 

“N-nothing, Lady Yennefer,” Glacella stutters, dipping her head and averting her eyes. “I was just- we were just-”

“Gossiping,” Yennefer supplies. “About the person who holds your whole future in her hands.”

“Please don’t tell the Rectoress!” Glacella begs, taking a step closer to Yennefer then thinking better of it, returning to her demure stance. “I wasn’t- I didn’t mean anything by it!” 

Yennefer lifts her chin, looking down her nose at them. “I showed you what happens to girls who don’t ascend, didn’t I?” All three of them nod. “You’d do well to keep that fate in mind the next time you spew hateful words about the person who makes that decision.”

“Y-yes, Lady Yennefer,” Glacella says. “I promise I’ll never say anything bad about anyone ever again.”

“Well, let’s be realistic,” Yennefer says. “Just curb your tongue about Rectoress De Vries, and I shall be satisfied.”

“Yes, yes of course,” the girl babbles, clearly willing to agree to anything.

“Good.” Yen nods down the corridor. “You may go. And you’d do well to study extra hard tonight. I may feel the need to recommend an extra test of your abilities tomorrow.”

The three of them scamper off, the other two berating Glacella for causing them extra study time, even though Yen has no intention of suggesting a test. She watches their departure, and turns to make her own, rounding the corner and letting out a yelp when she sees Tissaia standing there, hands clasped at her stomach, a soft smile on her lips. 

“You need to start wearing a bell or something,” Yen mutters, tilting her head in question when Tissaia approaches her silently. Going up on her toes, she presses a gentle kiss to Yennefer’s lips.

“Thank you,” Tissaia says.

“For what?” Yen asks. 

“Defending my honour.” Tissaia rolls her eyes. “Not that it was needed. I’ve heard much worse said about me by students.” 

“Oh?” Yennefer growls, grasping Tissaia’s hips and pulling her close, wrapping her arms around her. “Give me their names and locations immediately.” 

Tissaia laughs, batting at Yennefer’s shoulder. “Ridiculous girl.”

“You married this ridiculous girl,” Yennefer points out. “So what does that make you?”

Tissaia purses her lips, as if she’s thinking hard, but a smile soon breaks over them as she answers Yen’s question with a single word.

“Happy.”

And there’s really nothing Yennefer can do in response but kiss her. 

So she does. 

#yennefer x tissaia #yennaia #the witcher #fic by me #anonymous #there is strength in your softness verse

[thegirl20]

Yennaia ficlet

Another of those pointless, soft things I’ve been writing.  Also on AO3 if you prefer that reading experience. 

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"Oh, come on, girls. None of you seem to have made any meaningful progress from the last time I saw you attempt this task!"

Tissaia sighs and resists the urge to follow it with a cough. This is her first time teaching a class since Sodden. Her recovery had taken much longer than she had anticipated, and she feels removed from the academy and its students in a way she never has before. Life went on without her at the helm, and that is more humbling than she would care to admit. Although, the students are nowhere near the level of attainment they should be at this stage. She takes some small victory in that. If she'd been here, they would all be able to complete this simple enchantment with ease by now.

She shakes her head, leaning heavily on the desk in front of her with both hands. The simple lesson has taken more of her energy than it ever did before. Apparently being on her feet for an hour is now beyond her capabilities.

"You are dismissed," she tells the class. "And the next time you set foot in my classroom, I expect to see a redoubling of your efforts. Today's display was pitiful."

The girls mumble their agreement and jostle to leave the room. Tissaia closes her eyes, letting even more of her weight rest on her hands, gripping the edges of the desk tightly. She hears several sets of footsteps approach and steels herself, forcing her spine to straighten and her head to lift. She opens her eyes, hands clasped in front of her, and regards the three girls who have stayed behind.

"Have you developed hearing difficulties since I've been gone, girls?" she asks. "I very clearly instructed you to leave."

The tall girl - Fola - turns to do as she's told, but the little one - Glacella - grabs her dress and drags her back. It's Glacella who addresses her.

"We just wanted to say we're very happy to have you back, Rectress."

Tissaia thinks about giving her a lecture on telling barefaced lies, but she hasn't the energy for it. So she settles for giving them a tight smile and a nod. "Thank you, girls."

Again, Fola tries to leave, but the others hold her back. This time, it's Murta who steps forward.

"Is- is it true what they say about Sodden, Rectress?"

Tissaia stills. The wound is still too raw, the loss too visceral. She still sees their faces at night; hears their cries and feels their pain. She is not ready to discuss this with three teenagers with as much magical talent as the stones they still can't lift. She pauses long enough to be sure her voice won't tremble when she replies.

"I'm quite sure they say many things, Murta. You'll have to be more specific."

"About what Lady Yennefer did?" Murta clarifies. "They say she burned a whole army to cinders. Destroyed everything in her path."

"Except you," Glacella puts in, her eyes round and bright. "Is that true?"

Busying herself by straightening some papers on her desk, again Tissaia finds herself buying time before responding. She's still in awe of what Yennefer did that day. Not only the extent of the chaos she unleashed, but the control she demonstrated in keeping Tissaia safe in that inferno. Tissaia had never seen the like of it before, and she would wager she never will again. She'd always known Yennefer was capable of greatness, but even she had underestimated the woman.

"Yes, that's correct," Tissaia says, lifting an eyebrow. "What of it?"

The girls all look at each other with wide eyes at this confirmation, uttering sounds of admiration. Tissaia's heart sinks; they were already infatuated with Yennefer after her little herbal lesson. This must have elevated her to goddess-like status in their eyes. Well, it's not as if Tissaia can't relate to that a little. She's more than a little enamoured of Yennefer herself.

"Did you teach her how to do that?" Fola asks, her voice hushed. "Will we learn how to do that?"

She can't contain the laugh that erupts from her throat. "Oh, my dear," she says, shaking her head. "There are some things that cannot be taught. Cannot be learned. There are some things which simply are. And what Yennefer did took immense control." She takes a moment to meet each of their eyes. "None of you have shown the slightest promise in that area."

They nod, solemnly and in their faces she sees the hundreds, the thousands, of girls who've come through these halls. Some of whom perished at Sodden. Because she asked them to.

"Please make no mistake, girls, that the things we had to do at Sodden were not undertaken lightly. Lady Yennefer did what she had to. She took no pleasure in burning those people to death." Fola flinches, taking a step backwards. "Be aware that if you aspire to that level of power, with it comes great responsibility."

Glacella barely graces her very serious lesson with a nod before she jumps in with another question. "I've seen her around the halls a few times recently. Does she live here now?"

Fola's eyes widen. "Is she to teach us?"

"Here you are." All four of them turn to the source of the new voice to find Yennefer striding towards them. She completely ignores the girls; all her attention is for Tissaia. "I expected you to be done by now."

"I am," Tissaia tells her. These three wish to hear details of your accomplishments at Sodden. They are quite taken with you.

"Oh." It's as if Yennefer hadn't noticed there were others in the room. "Hello girls."

This causes a flutter of excited murmuring and tittering. One of them actually curtsies. Tissaia only just manages to resist rolling her eyes as Yennefer arrives by her side and places a gentle hand on her back.

"We were asking the Rectress if you had come back to be a teacher," Glacella says to Yennefer. "I'm sure we could all learn a lot from you."

Yennefer meets Tissaia's eyes, amusement playing at the edges of her lips. By the Gods, can you even imagine? Me as a teacher? What subject would I teach?

Mischief and Mayhem? Tissaia suggests and Yennefer presses her lips together to keep from laughing.

"I have no plans to join the teaching staff," Yennefer tells the girls. "I will be undertaking diplomatic duties, in the first instance."

Gods help us all. Tissaia earns a squeeze to her hip for that thought.

"Girls, I believe your lesson is over and I'm sure you have reading to do for tomorrow," Yennefer says, her tone leaving no scope for argument. "Go on." She nods to the door. "Back to your rooms."

They babble some agreement and scarper to the door, grasping at each other and whispering. Most likely thrilled at having been spoken to by the now infamous Yennefer of Vengerberg. Once the door is closed, Tissaia lets out a relieved sigh, her elbows bending beneath her weight as she sags. Yennefer's hand slides around her waist and urges her to let go of the desk, turning her and wrapping her in an embrace. She hums in pleasure as her head comes to rest against Yennefer's shoulder.

"I don't want to say 'I told you so'-" Yennefer begins.

"Yes you do," Tissaia says, closing her eyes as Yennefer starts to sway them.

"Well, maybe a little," Yennefer concedes, her lips brushing over Tissaia's forehead. "But I told you it was too early to go back to teaching. The cough may have eased, but your body is still healing."

"I'm needed here," Tissaia protests. "The girls need-"

"Yes, you are needed here." Yennefer tells her, tightening her arms just slightly. She pulls back and waits for Tissaia to lift her head. Yennefer cups her cheek. "By me." She leans in and presses a gentle kiss to Tissaia's lips "These idiots can get by without you teaching them for a few more weeks. Aretuza will still stand if you allow yourself adequate time to recover." She brushes a thumb beneath Tissaia's eye. "But I could not stand it if you were to hurt yourself further by pushing yourself too hard."

"My darling," Tissaia begins, running her fingertips along Yennefer's jaw and pressing her thumb to full lips. "I'm fine, honestly. I'm just a little fatigued, that's all."

Yennefer purses her lips to kiss her thumb against them. "Well then, I think that's an excellent excuse for us to spend the rest of the day in bed, don't you?"

Lifting an eyebrow, Tissaia tilts her head. "Spending time in bed with you generally makes me more tired."

Yennefer's eyes widen and she gasps in mock outrage. "Only if you have a filthy mind, Rectress." She cannot maintain her demeanour and breaks into a smile. "Fine, that is usually what I would have in mind. But today I only mean for us to rest."

An evening in bed, in Yennefer's arms sounds like a delightful indulgence. She lets her body droop and be held up by the other woman, revelling in her strength. She sighs.

"Very well, then," she says, squeezing Yennefer's waist. "Take me to bed."

A portal opens beside them and she stands up straight, keeping hold of Yennefer's arm as they step through it, arriving in their bedchamber. Tissaia reaches behind herself to loosen her dress, but Yennefer's hands bat her own away, taking over the job until the dress falls away and ends up on the floor. Yennefer's dress follows suit, leaving them in their undergarments. Yennefer smirks.

"Probably best if we keep these on if we're planning on resting."

Tissaia nods, watching as Yennefer folds the bed covers down. She's struck with the need to say something to correct an earlier assumption of Yennefer's. "You know, I can see you as a teacher. I asked you before to come back to be one." She smiles. "Those girls look up to you. They want to be like you. That's not true of many of the teaching staff, including myself. They see us as old and stuffy."

"They don't know you," Yennefer says. "You make very sure of that."

"Yes," Tissaia nods. "I try to maintain a professional distance." She lets her eyes drift meaningfully from Yennefer to the bed they are about to share. "It doesn't always work."

"Which I am personally very grateful for," Yennefer says, sweeping over and pulling Tissaia into her arms, bringing their lips together. "Come then, to bed. Before I feel the need to renege on my earlier promise of sleep."

Tissaia exhales a laugh against Yennefer's mouth and kisses her again. "Thank you," she whispers. "For saving me. I'm not sure I said that before."

Yennefer tuts and shakes her head. "I'm only alive because of you. My life is entwined with yours. I cannot imagine it ever being otherwise." She smiles, almost tentatively. "You asked me if I was ready to die once before. You told me I still had much to give. It turns out you were right, and I want to give it all to you."

"Oh, Yennefer," Tissaia says. "You've given me more than you know." She takes Yennefer's hand and presses it to her chest. "You've given me love."

Violet eyes shine in the candlelight, and Yennefer's smile is bright. She stoops, winding her arms around Tissaia's thighs and lifts her up. Tissaia squawks in protest, her hands flying to Yennefer's shoulders to steady herself as she is spun around. Yennefer grins up at her and she can't help but frame her face with her hands to try and imprint her happiness on her memory.

"Put me down before you hurt yourself," Tissaia says, shaking her head. "Ridiculous girl."

"Nonsense," Yennefer scoffs as she shuffles towards the bed. "You weigh nothing." She tilts her head. "Which is ironic, because to me, you're everything."

Everything. 

She is everything to the most powerful woman the world has ever seen. It's been so long since she has been anything to anyone that this is almost beyond her comprehension. Rather than trying to find words to convey how she feels, she dips her head and kisses her, letting their connection do the talking.

I love you.

#yennefer of vengerberg #tissaia de vries #yennefer x tissaia #yennaia #the witcher #fic by me #there is strength in your softness verse

[brazenedminstrel]

Chapters: 8/8 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Netflix Series), The Witcher (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Tissaia de Vries/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Triss Merigold/Sabrina Glevissig Characters: Tissaia de Vries, Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Triss Merigold, Sabrina Glevissig, Fringilla Vigo, Coral | Lytta Neyd, Vilgefortz of Roggeveen, Glacella (The Witcher), Fola (The Witcher), Murta (The Witcher) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, eventually, Magic, starts in episode 8, Injury Recovery, Major Character Injury, Tissaia is smol, smolssaia, wound care, graphic descriptions of wounds, slight mentions of nudity, There was only one tub, mental manipulation, Emotional Manipulation, ft. fringilla, Sword Fighting, Battle

Last chapter! It's still 10k words, in true braz and greypaws style XD

Including one last piece of art for this fic! @greypaws6896 drew an amazing title art, incorporating a part of braz's sheet music in the background.

#my fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #the witcher #tissaia de vries #yennefer of vengerberg #yennaia #triss merigold #sabrina glevissig #lytta neyd

[brazenedminstrel]

Chapters: 7/? Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Netflix Series), The Witcher (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Tissaia de Vries/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Triss Merigold/Sabrina Glevissig Characters: Tissaia de Vries, Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Triss Merigold, Sabrina Glevissig, Fringilla Vigo, Coral | Lytta Neyd, Vilgefortz of Roggeveen, Glacella (The Witcher), Fola (The Witcher), Murta (The Witcher), (those are the three apprentices from episode 7) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, eventually, Magic, starts in episode 8, Injury Recovery, Major Character Injury, Tissaia is smol, smolssaia, wound care, graphic descriptions of wounds, slight mentions of nudity, There was only one tub, mental manipulation, Emotional Manipulation, ft. fringilla, Sword Fighting, Battle Chapter summary: There is fluff, Tissaia starts practicing sword fighting, Yennefer cares about Aretuza's staff for once, Triss is concerned about their health

Co-written with @greypaws6896

#can you believe that this is a short chapter? #my fanfic #fanfic #the witcher #tissaia de vries #yennefer of vengerberg #yennaia #warm blood #Next chapter is the last one!

[mametupa]

#TWS1E7 #the Witcher Netflix #Yennefer of Vengerberg #Glacella #thewitcheredit #how times have changed