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#thewitcheredit#the witcher#witcheredit#francesca findabair#fringilla vigo#francesca x fringilla#myedit#frinfran
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Who else is losing their mind over the picture we got of Fringilla and Francesca standing next to each other?
well b4 I get proven wrong here’s how I like to imagine their reunion goes
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Behind the scenes of The Witcher season 3's brutal Battle of Aretuza | BAFTA On Set
#the witcher#the witcher netflix#the witcher cast#the witcher season 3#thewitcheredit#witcheredit#mimi ndiweni#mecia simson#fringilla vigo#francesca findabair#frinfran
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#i'm fine this is fine
#thewitcheredit#frinfran#francesca x fringilla#fringilla x francesca#the witcher netflix#the witcher spoilers#the witcher#not spn#my edit#STILL SCREAMING TBH
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HOW ARE WE FEELING FRINFRAN NATION????
#the witcher#twn#twn spoilers#the witcher spoilers#fringilla vigo#francesca findabair#frinfran#rj.txt
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THE ABSOLUTE POWER THAT THEY HAVE!!!!
Manifesting more of these three in S4 (which starts filming this week!!!)
Let them kill Vilgefortz, Emhyr and any other male pos who wants to ruin their lives.
#the witcher netflix#twn#netflix#lodge of sorceresses#yennefer of vengerberg#francesca findabair#philippa eilhart#tissaia de vries#triss merigold#the witcher#sorceress#fringilla vigo#season 4#s4#witches#girl power#queens#elves#prayer circle#frinfran#redania#nilfgaard#emhyr var emreis#vilgefortz#tissaia should also be here
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The Voleth Meir trio piece is finally done!
I've wanted to do something with Francesca, Yennefer, and Fringilla ever since I finished season 2, and I finally found the time for it!
#yennefer of vengerberg#fringilla vigo#francesca findabair#the witcher#witcher fanart#yennefer fanart#voleth meir trio#frinfran#my art#kinda inspired by the fates cause im greek and i said so#the witcher netflix
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How it started
How it’s going
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Call me crazy but am I the only one seeing just how these two are eyeing each other? The amused eyes, the mix of hate and interest, the barely formed smirks that are still there? Someone tell me I'm not imagining it. Also all these sudden Tissaia/Fran posts are to blame - they got me seeing stuff that might not even be there in the first place.
Anyways, just imagine - the two most powerful sorceresses the Continent has ever seen (canonically the oldest two as well) hooking up. They'd be rulling the northern kingdoms in days.
These women had one episode together (still a mess about them not being close like in the books) and ZERO DIALOGUE yet the way they looked at each other, like in the photo above was PURE FIRE.
Forget Tissaia x Yennefer or Fringilla x Francesca, this here would have been the SHIT.. Also guess what? Tissaia was closer to Francesca in the books than she ever was to Yen / than Fran ever was to Fringilla so this isn't even that wild.
No one can convince me Tissaia didn't want a piece of that so she decided to kill Filavandrel cause honestly who needs him when she got the chance.
Also yes, this is my second weird ship after Emhyr x Francesca but screw it, it's too good not to think about. I hate these dumb breadcrumbs that will never pay off but it's nice to just fantasize.
Kinda headcanoning that these two were besties centuries ago but then the Brotherhood turned all anti-elven and Francesca got kicked out/left or something. And Tissaia replaced her with Philippa and then replaced Phil with Yennefer. Also, remember how Tissaia was all pro-elven in seasons 1 and 2? That right there is proof that this could've been something.
Anyways, now I'm done. Sry lol.
#twn#the witcher#the witcher netflix#tissaia de vries#francesca findabair#frinfran#tissaia x francesca#tissaia x yennefer#aretuza#thanedd coup#lodge of sorceresses#make them all lesbians#crackships#maybe not a crackship though#tehnically it's canon#screw the show for not giving it to us#shipname... franaia??#why not#ramblings#sorceresses#elf queen#elves#myanna burring#mecia simson#unspoken chemistry#filavandrel#nilfgaard#thanedd
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frinfran, after what should be a relationship ending fight, still have to govern Xintrea together.
this better be what happens or i am going to be furious
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Rating: M
Pairing: Frinfran | Francesca x Fringilla
Tags: Post-Thanedd Coup, Nudity, Bathing/Washing, Blood, Girls Kissing, Hurt/Comfort
Summary:
She gently wiped away the blood. Francesca's fingers dug into her arms tight. She didn't need to say anything, the haunted expression in her eyes told her all she needed to know. All they had was each other.
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After escaping Thanedd, Francesca and Fringilla find themselves alone with only each other for comfort.
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ficletvember 2023 - day 9
twn francesca/fringilla
In the wake of Thanned, Fringilla and Francesca both struggle with sleep.
Returned to Xin'trea, Fringilla slept poorly.
There had been a time when she found the beds in the capital to be the most luxurious she had ever slept in, the rooms indulgent and inviting. The halls had gleamed with brilliant marble. The gardens had flourished, awash in color.
Nilfgaardian army camps knew few comforts, even for high-ranking mages, and she had spent months on a threadbare bedroll among stinking latrines and crass infantrymen. In the wake of defeat at Sodden, she had endured grueling marches as she pushed the stragglers and their prisoners south.
After the pillow of tree roots and seeping night rain, even the most plain Xin'trean bedchamber had been an exquisite comfort.
It should have been the same after freeing herself from a reeking dungeon. No more mildewed straw and muck of the overflowing chamberpot. Returned victorious from Thanned, the favor of the Emperor once more hard-won, Fringilla should have slept like a milk-drunk babe.
Instead, despite her bone-deep exhaustion, she lay awake.
She needed a drink.
With freedom from the wine-stained dungeons, it should have followed that she could not stomach the stuff, but instead it was the lucidity of the sober quiet that she could not bear.
The corridors that led to the palace wine storage were familiar enough now for her to navigate in the faint light from the moon, so familiar that there was no need to even leave her bed. She closed her eyes, followed the path with her thoughts, and tugged a bottle from a shelf into her hands.
A frivolous waste of magical energy.
Fringilla could not bring herself to feel any shame over it. Not any longer.
A hot curl of shame did strike her when a knock came in the small hours of the morning and she opened the door of her chambers to a tear-stricken Francesca. The elf was resplendent in a gauzy nightdress, exceedingly beautiful even in her grief, and Fringilla’s heart dropped to her stomach at the sight of her.
If either of them had good reason to drink themselves to sleep each night, it was Francesca.
In scarcely a year, she had lost her long-awaited newborn babe, her brother, her partner, and countless kin. Even the elves’ recent victory at Thanned and glorious return to Xin’trea had come at the price of denying the Scoia’tael from its refuge. It was a city of elders and the sick. Francesca herself a puppeted queen of a scorned realem
What sorrow had Fringilla ever known that compared to that?
She had stared down at her uncle’s body and felt nothing at all. No kinship. No regret.
Nothing to compare to the burden of Francesca’s loss.
Beckoning her in, Fringilla burgeoned the fire high with a word and summoned a glass to pour wine for the both of them, as though she hadn’t been sitting up in bed taking long pulls straight from the bottle.
She felt almost sober, though these days, it was hard to tell.
Rather than settle in a chair by the fire, Francesca accepted her glass of wine and settled in Fringilla’s bed. The covers had been mussed by her endless tossing and turning, and something about the sight of the elf sitting there, light by the fire and staring pensive into the blood-red wine, made Fringilla feel like weeping herself.
Neither spoke. What could truly be said?
Fringilla settled cross-legged on the bed, feeling like a girl. Though as a girl in Aretuza, she had never sat beside another in the dwindling hours of night the way other girls had. No one had liked her enough. Too uptight, too bookish. Francesca would not have liked her then. Perhaps was only here now because Fringilla had inserted herself into the fray at Thanned at the last moment and by chance, she was still her now.
As Francesca leaned to press their wine-stained mouths together, Fringilla’s first thought was imagining the likelihood of such a thing occurring in a world where Filavandrel had lived. Elves were not chaste and monogamous partners by any means, but what could Fringilla give that another lover couldn’t?
All that drew them together was the loss they had shared.
In the pool of the sheets, Fringilla touched her mouth to soft skin that she had ached to touch for ages and wished to be more wine-drunk than she was.
#my fic#ficletvember#frinfran#far shorter than i wanted because my fridge broke this mornin and interrupted my writing time rip
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What gets me every time with FrinFran is the connection, however brief, they had in X’intrea. They fall apart again and again but for a short moment they were almost happy. It’s the happiness that might’ve been in a more forgiving world. 🥲
#The witcher#witcher netflix#fringilla vigo#francesca findabair#FrinFran#Fringilla is starving for someone to choose her first#Francesca can’t see past her judgement of humans to really see Fringilla#and trust her#You are tearing me apart Lisa!!
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You know I think the common ground that everyone in this fandom can come to is that Fringilla and Francesca fucking killed it in season 2
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your choice of wlw couple Tribbing/making love if you will :)
So, since you didn't specify which fandom, i took some freedom there as well! 💕
Warnings: scissoring/tribbing
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A gentle touch against her cheek grounded her in the moment, reminding her that she was awake; she was not just dreaming, the warm body beneath her wasn't just a distant fantasy. It was real. Finally real.
"Are you still with me?" Francesca asked, her voice honey-sweet and kind, caressing Fringilla's skin. "You seemed very far away."
"I'm here," Fringilla whispered. She turned her head to press a kiss against Francesca's palm, smiling. "We're both here."
Francesca looked confused for a second, but she didn't press it any further. Instead, she wrapped her arms around Fringilla's neck and pulled her down into a kiss, her lips sweet and supple, yielding against Fringilla's so perfectly.
Of course, Francesca didn't know how long Fringilla has been yearning for her touch, how many times she's cried herself to sleep thinking her feelings would never be reciprocated. She had no idea, how much it meant for Fringilla that they finally laid together.
Fringilla ran a hand over Francesca's body, carefully, tenderly, mapping out the curves and dips of her body. Francesca arched into her touch, her own fingers dancing across Fringilla's back, the teasing touches raising goosebumps on the skin.
A soft gasp left Fringilla's lips as Francesca moved against her, their heated parts colliding. The contact made Fringilla's hips move forward on their own accord, chasing the sensation.
"Do you like this?" Francesca purred. Fringilla nodded, biting her lip when Francesca bucked up again, pushing her swollen clit against Fringilla's.
"Let's make love like this, then. I wanna feel you, too."
Fringilla didn't have to be told twice. She captured Francesca's lips in another kiss as she rolled her hips forward, meeting Francesca halfway.
Little jolts of pleasure danced across her spine as their clits rubbed together, and Fringilla had to bite her lip to not scream out loud in pleasure. She buried her face in Francesca's neck, circling her hips against hers. They were both so wet, it was dripping onto the sheets beneath them.
"Yes," Francesca breathed, "you feel amazing..."
She spread her legs further apart, allowing Fringilla to settle deeper in between them. She lifted her hips off the bed, pushing herself against Fringilla needily.
The bed creaked softly as they moved together, their bodies creating a perfect, beautiful harmony. Fringilla closed her eyes in bliss and littered kisses all over Francesca's neck, panting against her skin as she rubbed herself against her. Her thighs ached, but she couldn't care. She could only bask in the warmth of Francesca's body, the wet heat that radiated from her core. Fringilla wanted to get lost in it.
Francesca gently raked her nails down Fringilla's back before she grabbed her bum and pulled her closer, shoving their hips together and making them both moan out in unison. Francesca trembled in pleasure as Fringilla's swollen clit brushed her hole.
"I love you so much," Fringilla whispered, pulling away from Francesca's neck to look into her eyes. Francesca smiled up at her.
"I love you too."
She hooked a leg over Fringilla's waist, spreading herself apart and welcoming Fringilla in. Fringilla pressed their lips together again, desperately licking into Francesca's mouth as they kept rocking together, falling into rhythm.
Francesca fell over the edge first, digging her heel into Fringilla's back and crying out her name as she trembled through her orgasm, pushing herself as close to Fringilla as she could.
"Are you too sensitive?" Fringilla asked once Francesca came down from her high. She littered kisses all over her face. "Because if you are, I can..."
Francesca silenced her with a deep kiss and by pulling her closer, letting Fringilla rut against her. Fringilla moaned into her mouth as her hips started stuttering, her own completion drawing close.
She came silently, her face hidden in Francesca's neck. Francesca caressed her back and whispered gentle endearments into her ear, holding her close.
Fringilla was unable to stop smiling as she rested against her lover's chest, feeling sated and happier than ever.
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she don't wanna see me look down
she's the one to help me up when I'm falling
see me rise now, see me rise now
WITCHER LADIES APPRECIATION WEEK
day two: favorite relationship
#wlweek2022#thewitcheredit#witcheredit#witchersdaily#witchesnet#usermaureen#userbecca#ivashkovadrian#arthurpendragonns#the witcher#twn#frinfran#fringilla x francesca#fringilla vigo#francesca findabair#rj.gif#love that we all giffed frinfran#the hivemind has spoken they're the best ship
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