Yennefer Seduced Me

Fan art for galeaspida’s “And So We Fall Together (The One With The Unicorn)”, from the most recent chapter. 

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Tissaia x Yennefer | In Your Eyes

Tissaia stood by the window of her chambers, the moonlight catching the dark strands of her hair. Yennefer remained by the door, but she was no longer the woman Tissaia remembered.

She had appeared in Aretuza without warning, after three months of complete silence following the Battle of Sodden. But she was unrecognizable and her once-impeccable clothing now tattered and filthy, her hair a tangled mess, her body marred with bruises and weakened by starvation. Her cheekbones jutted out more than they should, her frame fragile, as if one strong gust of wind might break her. And worst of all, the magic that once pulsed from her presence was gone, leaving only a hollow echo where power had once resided.

She looked like a ghost of herself. A shadow. A woman stripped of everything.

Silence stretched between them, thick with the ghosts of the past. Yennefer clenched her fingers into fists. She had sworn to herself she would not fall into old habits with Tissaia, not again.

“You disappeared after Sodden,” Tissaia finally said, her tone unreadable. “No word. No sign. Not even to me.”

Yennefer exhaled sharply, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. “You were better off not knowing.”

At that, Tissaia turned. Her gaze was piercing, the cold steel of a woman who had spent a lifetime hiding the depth of her emotions. But now, there was something else beneath it—something raw, something deeply unsettled.

“You don’t get to decide that,” she said, her voice quieter but no less firm.

Yennefer took a step forward, but her legs trembled beneath her weight. The months of struggle, hunger, and endless running had left her weak. She barely noticed the way her body betrayed her, but Tissaia did.

For the first time, Tissaia’s composure faltered. Her gaze flickered downward as she caught the slight sway in Yennefer’s stance. Her fingers twitched as if fighting the urge to reach out, to steady her. But she said nothing.

“And what would you have done, Tissaia? Come after me? Try to save me?” Yennefer asked, the exhaustion thick in her voice. A humorless smile tugged at her lips. “We both know I was never yours to save.”

Tissaia’s jaw tensed, a flicker of something vulnerable in her eyes before it was buried beneath restraint. “You were mine to protect.”

Yennefer’s breath hitched, her heart pounding against the walls of her ribs. “Is that what I was to you?” she asked softly. “A responsibility? A burden to be guided?”

Tissaia’s expression remained carefully composed, but Yennefer could see it now. The faintest tremor in her fingers, the way her lips parted as if to speak, but no words came.

Yennefer let out a shaky breath, her exhaustion seeping through the cracks in her walls. She shifted her weight slightly, trying to stand straighter, but the effort cost her. Her knees threatened to buckle, and she clenched her jaw, refusing to show just how much it hurt.

Tissaia noticed.

Her throat tightened, her hands clenching at her sides as if warring with herself. Yennefer could see it, the battle between self-control and something far more human. Tissaia had spent a lifetime mastering restraint, but at this moment, it was failing her.

Without hesitation, she took a step closer.

Yennefer flinched, but Tissaia caught it. Shame coiled in the younger woman’s chest like a vice. She didn’t want Tissaia to see her like this, so weak, so empty. The absence of her magic was a wound all its own, and the thought of Tissaia witnessing her in this state made her stomach twist.

“I fought. I burned everything I had left,” Yennefer’s voice wavered. “And when it was over, there was nothing. I was nothing.” She gestured to her broken, weakened form. “And I didn’t want you to see me like this.”

Tissaia took another step forward now, shrinking the space between them. Her restraint was wearing thin. “Do you think so little of me?” she asked, quiet but firm. “That I would turn my back on you now?”

Yennefer shook her head. “I think too much of you.” Her voice was hoarse, like the words hurt coming out. “That’s the problem.”

Tissaia studied her, her gaze searching, as if trying to weigh the cost of what she had long held back.

“Damn it, Tissaia,” Yennefer whispered, stepping closer despite her trembling legs.

The silence between them changed, shifting into something fragile and uncertain. Tissaia, ever the composed, ever the controlled, let out a slow breath. Her lips parted, the words on the edge of slipping free.

Then, finally, in a voice barely above a breath, she said, “You were never a burden.”

The walls Yennefer had so carefully built cracked. She closed the remaining distance between them, her fingers hesitating before they found Tissaia’s wrist.

“Then what am I for you?” she asked, her voice quiet now, stripped of anger and pretense.

Tissaia’s lips parted, but the words did not come easily.

“You are everything,” she admitted at last.

A breath of something between relief and disbelief left Yennefer’s lips. Tissaia did not pull away, did not retreat behind carefully constructed walls. And in that moment, Yennefer realized that she didn’t have to fight anymore.

Tentatively, she reached up, her fingers brushing against Tissaia’s cheek. “I have dreamed about you saying this to me thousands of times,” Yennefer murmured.

Tissaia exhaled softly. “I know, my darling piglet.”

And when Yennefer leaned in, Tissaia met her halfway.

The kiss was a clash of everything left unspoken. It was desperate, as thei lives depended on it, a battle for dominance neither was willing to lose. Yennefer pushed forward, fingers twisting into Tissaia’s collar, demanding, seeking, but Tissaia would not yield. She responded in kind, tilting Yennefer’s head back, taking control as she always had.

Then, Yennefer shuddered, exhaling a soft whimper against Tissaia’s lips, and she let go. She surrendered, allowing Tissaia to guide the rhythm, to deepen the kiss until it was something devastating and consuming. Tissaia’s fingers found their way into Yennefer’s hair, holding her steady, grounding her.

And in that moment, there was no more restraint, no more walls between them.

I’ve been itching for a Yennaia version of this trend, here’s my attempt :)

"I gave you all I could give. What more do you want?" "Everything"

"Let me give you everything I have"

Tissaia and Yennefer's dynamic in The Witcher is pure magic.

A special thanks to @itsamau for the help in editing ☺️

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