#COËN

[ruthesla]

I decided to make some comic strips about them

[endiness]

— Blood of Elves, Andrzej Sapkowski

[inexplicifics]

Eskel/anyone for cozy prompt #11, unexpected or last minute family gathering?

I hope this helps!

Eskel puts the phone on mute for a moment and turns to his husband. “Right, so, my father’s oven just broke -”

“Oh no,” Coën says, eyes widening.

Eskel nods. “And Geralt’s place is still half-gutted. Lambert’s is -”

“Far too small,” Coën finishes for him, nodding. “Tell your father we can absolutely host tonight. That is what he is asking, right?”

Eskel sighs with relief. “Yes, it is.” He taps the mute button again, lifting the phone back to his ear. “Da? We can host. Bring everything over; we’ll clear the kitchen counters.” Not that there’s much on them; Eskel and Coën are both much tidier than, say, Lambert. Though to be fair to Eskel’s youngest brother, he keeps his lab as clean as a whistle; it’s just his apartment that looks like a small bomb has gone off inside it.

“Tell Coën I owe you both a bottle of really good mead,” Eskel’s father says fervently, and hangs up. Eskel chuckles.

“Right,” he says, glancing around. “We’ll need to rearrange a bit…”

Three hours later, he opens the door to let in the last of his far-flung family. Gweld puts his bags down on the doorstep and flings his arms around Eskel, squeezing hard enough to nearly lift Eskel off his feet, then lets go to give Coën an equally enthusiastic hug. Gweld’s wife snorts in amusement and shakes Eskel’s hand. Eskel grins back at her. They live far enough away that get-togethers like this are special occasions; only Gweld, Eskel thinks, could be this cheerful after a six-hour drive in the rain.

“Geralt’s out back keeping Ciri mostly under control; Lam’s in the den doing something to our TV, not sure what; Da’s in the kitchen,” he informs Gweld, scooping up his brother’s bags. “I’ll get these upstairs; c’mon in and grab yourselves a drink.” He leans in closer so he can murmur to Serrit, “Gaetan brought his terrifying eggnog but we’re hiding it from Jaskier. Back of the fridge, behind the yogurt.”

“Ooh, fuck yes,” Serrit says, grinning toothily, and heads for the kitchen. Gweld claps Eskel on the shoulder and makes his way directly through the house and out the back door; Eskel can hear Ciri’s excited squeal of greeting as if there aren’t any walls in the way.

Coën takes one of the bags and leads the way upstairs to the guest room; they stash the bags at the end of the bed and pause at the hallway window, looking down into the backyard, where Gweld has gotten co-opted into carrying Ciri around piggy-back, chasing a gleeful Jaskier around the yard while Ciri yells encouragement.

Coën leans against Eskel’s shoulder. “Hosting isn’t so bad,” he says softly.

Eskel wraps an arm around his husband’s waist and kisses the side of his head. “Say that again tomorrow morning and I’ll believe you. But - hm. Da is getting on in years. If this goes well…”

“If this goes well,” Coën agrees, and turns his head for a proper kiss before they head downstairs into the chaos.

(Or HERE on AO3!)

[whywouldisayprinter]

Three wolves, a cat, a griffin and a bard walk into a hotspring…

[random-apollo-child]

Jaskier chillin in kaer morhen singing with Geralt laughing and hanging his arms around him

Lambert: Is Geralt laughing how does the bard make him laugh

Yennefer: I don't know they have known each other for years almost 24 years I think

Coën: 24 years? Jeez how the hell did they meet and when did they meet?

Jaskier: You know you can just ask us, right? Yennefer doesn't have all the details

Lambert: Ok then how did you guys meet

Jaskier: Well Geralt was brooding in the corner of a tav-

Geralt: I was not brooding

Jaskier: Bull shit now let me finish, now. Geralt was brooding in the corner of a tavern when young and finish 18 year old me saw him and started to follow him and he never got rid of me

Geralt: Hell I had to save his life once remember that Yen?

Yennefer: Oh how could I forget about what you guys say is your biggest argument (in a moking tone) "how's my singing Geralt" "it's like ordering a pie and finding it has no filling" "you- you need a nap"

Jaskier: Oh ha ha ha very fucking funny

Geralt: Yennefer shut the fuck up

*The other witchers cracking up"

@help-help-i-need-an-adult

[jay-arts-t]

Sometimes I just like to think about what it could've been if Geralt had gotten Ciri right after Pavetta and Duny died. If Calanthe was so weighed down by grief she realizes she can't take care of Ciri. So she orders Moussack to go find Geralt to collect Ciri. Imagining Geralt in a random tavern somewhere in Temeria, slowly making his way up to Kaer Morhen for the winter as autumn is approaching. Him having a gut feeling he should head up early, he thinks it's because something is wrong with Vesemir so he's anxious to make it through. But Roach needs to rest and well, it wouldn't hurt to get some extra supplies for the winter. Certainly wouldn't hurt to get some extra booze so he has relief from Lambert's grating voice on his ears. Besides, he and Eskel can stay up late and drink to their hearts content up in his room like they used to sneak around when they were teens.

Then out of the blue he sees Moussack, and dread fills his entire body. He doesn't keep up with news outside of what Dandelion tells him. So when Moussack is telling him Calanthe is summoning him he's thinking "oh fuck, she's changed her mind and is going to execute me."

But Moussack reassures him he's not going to be harmed. Calanthe is asking for him because of his child surprise. And now Geralt is really worried. What happened to them? Are they okay? Are they hurt? Did they die? They're only a few months old, there's so much that could've gone wrong. So he agrees to go with Moussack.

Calanthe looks a mess when Geralt sees her. Eist is by her side as always, trying to comfort her. Pavetta and Duny are nowhere in sight and it's making Geralt extremely antsy. Calanthe tells him the news, her voice is hoarse from all the crying she's been doing. Geralt sympathizes with them, gives them his condolences. And then that's when he realizes "oh. OH. OH NO". Sure enough Calanthe tells him she can't take care of herself, how could she care for a baby. Geralt refutes telling her "they're your grandchild, I don't want to rip them away-" and Calanthe tells him then it's a girl. And for a split second his brain gives the helpful thought of "oh I have a daughter" and Geralt is having an internal meltdown right there in the throne room. But he can't refuse. His entire basis for not coming back and claiming her is because she has a family who cares about her. But now that family is saying that they can't care for her, not because they don't love her, but because they do. So Geralt agrees to take her.

The first time he meets her he is entirely captivated by how small and precious she is. The moment he holds her he feels overwhelmed with such a fierce protectiveness and he can't help but absolutely adore her. He is trying so hard to stay stoic and unemotional but the moment he's alone with Ciri back in that old tavern he'd been at he just holds her and smiles. If he'd been a normal man, he probably would've burst into tears by how happy he was. (he did later once she got settled into Kaer Morhen, when he and Eskel did end up drinking up in his room. They're talking about the usual things, and then he looked over to her in her makeshift crib and just started bawling. Eskel freaks out and asks him what's wrong and he replies "I just love her so much."... Yes Eskel teared up.)

Then he has to go through the lovely moments of "how the fuck do you raise a baby" which Vesemir watches with so much amusement. Geralt raided most of Kaer Morhen's library and Nenneke's office for books about parenting. (Kaer Morhen has none, unsurprisingly.) He eventually asks Eskel to go to Oxenfurt and grab Dandelion and any books about parenting, childhood development, psychology and women's health he can find. (He is DREADING eventually having The Talk with Ciri but he won't be unprepared.) Dandelion is completely awestruck with Kaer Morhen of course however, nothing shocks him more than seeing Geralt looking bone tired with a 5 month old baby wailing in his arms, trying to soothe her.

"uh... What ya got there, Geralt?"

"H e l p."

Where's Yennefer? What about Yennefer?? Geralt is hesitant at first to even tell Yennefer he has a kid. But she sends him a letter one day, asking him where he is now that it's coming up on spring. (Ciri's first bday!!! Yay!!!! Also oh gods planning a birthday?!?!?!?? That's a thing??????) So he does tell her, and she understandably to her character demands to see this child surprise. So again, sends Eskel on out (pls Geralt, he's your childhood best friend, not your errand boy.) to go get Yennefer. Yennefer storms through the main hall, not even acknowledging Lambert and Vesemir, and right up to Geralt. How did she manage to find her way through the halls without ever being there before? Geralt doesn't know and he's scared by it. Yennefer spots Ciri, who's doing her tummy time. To which she's very fussy about and gives the nastiest glares an almost 1 year old can to her father. Yennefer is absolutely gobsmacked that Geralt was being genuine. She points to Ciri, then to Geralt, then back to Ciri, to Geralt.

"YOU?????? HOW????"

"I'm really bad at making jokes."

Yennefer adores Ciri, but Ciri is a little skeptical of her. Who is this strange woman????? Where is her dad?????? Where's her other dad (Dandelion)???? How dare she smell nice and be warm???? Ugh as if she'd let her feed her!!! No way! Yennefer is always completely drenched with baby food whenever she attempts to feed Ciri. Geralt tries so hard not to laugh at her. Ciri is absolutely seething by the end of it and is only contained when Geralt picks her up and holds her securely. Then it's like little devil Ciri never existed, she's all smiles and babbling happily to her dad. Yennefer gets really disheartened over it. Late at night she ends up crying over it, thinking it wouldn't matter if she was able to have kids or not; Ciri proves she'd be a horrible mother anyway. Geralt doesn't know what to say at first, but he knows it's not true. Yennefer is trying her best, it's just that Ciri is really fussy. She even fusses sometimes when Dandelion holds her. He tries to comfort Yen, and ends up deciding the best thing to do is hold her and tell her that she's doing amazing. He doesn't think she believes him because she's still got a very somber look on her face the next day. She becomes reluctant to take up care of Ciri because of the incident. Well about after the third day of this Ciri gets fussy again. Geralt is taking a well deserved nap day. He's back in his room snoozing away. Yennefer and Dandelion are with Ciri in the library, one of the warmest places in the keep. Dandelion wipes his hands of the ink that stains them and picks her up and checks if she's soiled. She isn't, so he asks if she's hungry. She thrashes around in his hold and turns in search of Yennefer and starts grabbing towards her. So Dandelion hands her over to Yen. The moment Ciri's resting against Yennefer she settles down.

"huh, guess she just wanted her mommy." Dandelion comments and Yennefer starts crying. (Dandelion's face morphed from aww to OH FUCK)

The bigger Ciri gets the more rambunctious and energetic. Geralt couldn't be prouder that they're all raising her to be genuine to herself and that they've broken the generational trauma. Vesemir pats Geralt on the shoulder one day and tells him "I'm proud of you, Wolf" and damn, if that doesn't make him want to cry. He doesn't of course, only meeting Ciri made him cry from joy. And oh how she gives Lambert a run for his money. It's hilarious to see a 60-something year old argue with a 4 year old. They get into the most stupid arguments too. "blue is better than red!" Or "I'm taller than you" which is the most absurd because it's always Ciri who starts it. Geralt thinks it's because Lambert is the shortest besides Vesemir. But Vesemir has only become short due to his old age, and Ciri already gives him a hard time for that. ("Why are you so fat and old? Aren't you a Witcher like Daddy?" She said once and Vesemir just paused and looked at her like "why would you say that to me". She burst into a giggle fit at his crushed expression.)

The argument will always, without fail, go:

C: I'm taller than you.

L: no you're not? I'm 5'11!

C: well I'm 8 feet tall!!!!

L: more like 2 feet tall!

C: NO! SEE

Then she'll stand on the chair so she towers over Lambert.

L: fine well I'm older.

C: no??? My birthday is first

L: NO ITS NOT?

C: YEAH IT IS

L: NO APRIL IS BEFORE MAY. AND IM 67, YOU'RE 4

C: uhhhhh I hate to break it to you, but no you're not. You've been lied to your whole life.

L: W H AT WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE????

C: uhmmmmm god.

Then when Coën finally meets one of the Wolves and comes up to Kaer Morhen he's shocked to see someone so young. At the time Ciri was around 7. She calls him ugly and walks away to the stables. Coën is just left flabbergasted while Lambert and Eskel are laughing their asses off. Geralt apologizes to him, while trying to hold in his laughter. Coën becomes like an older brother to Ciri, and he gets on her good side by helping her prank Lambert.

When Ciri hits 12 she does get her period, and Geralt is like "OH GOD OH FUCK HOW DO I TALK TO HER ABOUT THIS I DONT WANT TO MAKE IT-" and Yennefer walks into the room and goes "I told her, we're good."

Then comes the "boy talk" Where Ciri brought up that a character in a romance book was attractive and Geralt went into "No one is good enough for my baby girl" dad mode and brashly announced "you're not allowed to date boys until you're 21."

Yennefer slaps him on the arm and Ciri looks at him almost offended.

"jokes on you I don't even know if I LIKE boys. Maybe I just like this character's personality." She replies sassily. Geralt cannot argue with that logic. (And yes 2 months later, she goes on a day trip with Yen and talks to a girl her age. She comes back and Geralt asks her how it went and she says "I definitely like girls." And walks up to her room to take a nap. Geralt celebrates as soon as she leaves "YES!!! I DON'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT SOME BRUTE MESSING WITH MY DAUGHTER FUCK YEAH" Yennefer reminds him that some women are just as bad and he crumples to the floor in agony. Now he has to worry about brutish women hurting his daughter.)

Essentially, I just love that Geralt has a daughter, and that he's so proud of her and loves her so much. Their relationship is just so 🥹❤️ I adore them.

[thedisc0panda]

Shower thought:

Coën and Aiden in the afterlife

Aiden: Don’t I know you from summer camp??

Coën: Weren’t you Lamberts boyfriend?

Aiden: you knew about that?!

Coën: EVERYBODY knew about that.

[ormakona]

Coën (d. March 1268) was a witcher of the School of the Griffin, originally hailing from Poviss and active during the 13th century.

[winters-mistress]

Of gentle wolves and healing princesses

It's a slow process, all things considered. It had been impressive enough that Ciri had even woken up from her injury at all, let alone begun to heal from it. Vesemir tells the twice grassed pup that even fully grown witchers have fallen from injuries like that one. But still, the girl awakens.

Because of the fall, her head had been banged up pretty tightly, Eskel and Vesemir taking turns changing the bandages and boil washing them in their best bet to ward off infection. But as the days go by, Geralt watches Cirilla remain awake for stretches longer and longer, even starting to respond to stimuli and respond to questions at the end of the first week of bed boundness.

Coën takes to slowly maneuvering her limbs as she's in bed. Bending her knees and extending her arms and rotating her torso. It's to keep her blood flowing, he tells the wolves, before admonishing them for their lack of knowledge on the clotting of human blood. Not enough movement could still the blood and kill her just as easily as the fall or infection could. Geralt is just greatful the Griffin has the instinct to take such good care of the white wolf's pup, for his instinct is to still protect the girl fiercely.

Lambert is the least helpful when it comes to Cirilla's recovery. He drank himself into a stupor the first night she had fallen, and had his face pummelled in by Geralt on the second. It had taken all four of the other witchers to separate them both, the two growling witchers thrashing as they fought with fists flying instead of the wooden swords of their youth.

By the start of week two, Ciri can swallow broth and thin soups, can move her body after vials of pure poppyseed milk to stop the pain, and Geralt is relieved when the bandages come off that reveal a clean wound, sewn up and sealing over with scabs and iodine. They keep a bandage on there just in case, but nowhere as dramatic as the others she had been wearing all that week.

After the wound is closed, Eskel and Coën and Geralt wash Cirilla's hair clean of the multitude of fluids that maar the girl's pretty blonde hair. Vesemir took the time to brew up a soup with small cooked root vegetables, while Lambert was scheduled to make more healing potions thag wouldn't melt the poor girls insides.

By week three, Cirilla can wash herself with a flannel and eat thick soups of barley and potato. She can sit up by herself now and hold a slow conversation. Her words are slow, slurred and take a while longer to understand their responses. Lambert drinks himself into a bucket again, and Vesemir tans his hide for it.

Geralt is impressed as the girl begins to get restless in her bedrest and sees the spark returning as she tries to get up and explore. He feels like Vesemir when he tells her that she needs to walk before she can run, but will stay by her side as she steadies herself and holds her hands as she climbs to her feet.

The witchers are honestly mighty impressed that it takes them only a day to start walking the length and around Ciri's room, and only another fir her yo walk from one wall to the next without Geralt's hands to support her, even if she falls into them when she's scaled this hurdle.

Day by day, they walk a little further in the keep and Geralt carries her less and lesson their way back. Her words get quicker in speed and understanding and the promises of a visit yo the horses or the hunting dogs or the livestock keep Cirilla motivated when she cannot put one foot in front if the other anymore.

But they get there, one step at a time, a harem of large, mutated witchers and a pretty princess who has just as much strength as them.

[astaldis]

Chapters: 1/1      Words: 5,115 Fandom: The Witcher (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher Series - Andrzej Sapkowski Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lambert (The Witcher)/Maria Barring | Milva, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach/Coën (The Witcher), Angoulême/Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, Jaskier | Dandelion/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Triss Merigold/Fringilla Vigo, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy, Assire var Anahid/Vesemir Characters: Lambert, Milva, Jaskier, Angoulême, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, Yennefer of Vengerberg, Coën, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach, Geralt of Rivia, Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy, Vesemir, Triss Merigold, Fringilla Vigo, Assire var Anahid, Merlin The Cat Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Bickering, reconvalescent Milva, Annoying Lambert, Falling In Love, POV Milva, Kaer Morhen (The Witcher), Post-Canon Fix-It, Eventual Fluff, Chicken Soup, Witcher rarepairs 

Summary: After the fight at Stygga, an injured Milva wakes up at Kaer Morhen to the voice of a tall stranger with unkempt red hair and a wild, red beard. A very annoying stranger.

Inspired by the Whiskey With Witcher podcast interview with fanfic author @BuffySummers10/Descarada/ @fangirleaconmigo "I want more Milva [...] How could we get her into Kaer Morhen? [...] How could we get Milva a better ending?" Thanks a lot for the inspiration! Hope you all like what I've come up with, enjoy!

She wakes up to the blurry vision not of blue sky or the green of trees but to the grey of stone walls, cold and bleak and suffocating. Stygga, her hazy brain whispers, she must still be in Stygga. With a panicked start, she sits up. And falls right back, moaning loudly. Shit, her middle aches worse than when she had that miscarriage centuries ago. No, not really centuries, of course, but it feels like a very, very long time has passed since then, although it has not even been a year.

"You shouldn't do that, woman," a deep, gruff voice says from across what seems to be a large room. She blinks and the room comes more into focus. The walls are bare stone, yet there are candle holders mounted on them and the golden light of a sunny afternoon filters in through a high window. She is lying not on the floor between corpses in a pool of her own blood but in a bed. No fetters or manacles or anything hinting at that she is a prisoner. The blanket and pillow feel rather coarse, nothing like in Toussaint, and the bed is of a simple, but sturdy make, not a huge fourposter bed with a richly embroidered canopy. But a bed is a bed, and, being a simple girl from the woods, she hated all that hoity-toity luxury anyway. But where the hell is she? Where are her friends? And who the fuck is the man who just spoke to her?

Cautiously, she turns to the side where the voice came from. There are several more beds with small, plain tables between them, a chair or two, and a lot of unlit candles. At the far end by what seems to be the entry to an adjacent room stands a tall man. He is leaning casually against the ornamented wooden entry frame with his is arms crossed in front of his broad, muscular chest. His shoulder-length, unkempt hair is red, his face covered in a wild beard and his strange, dark eyes are examining her as if she was a foreign insect waiting to be stuck on a needle and mounted in a display case. Damn, she does not like this stare ...

Whiskey with Witcher

interview here podcast part 1 here podcast part 2 here. Check it out!

[luckys-last-brain-cell]

Lambert is the TikTok bro. Eskel would like to stop ending up on TikTok, please and thank you. Geralt purposely looks menacing in the background of TikTok videos but he’ll insist up and down that it’s not deliberate. Coën forwards every TikTok to Yennefer and Jaskier.

Vesimir doesn’t know what TikTok is, he’s convinced it’s some kind of timekeeping app and he’s deeply confused as to why Lambert is still late to fucking everything.

[incorrect-quotes-at-random]

Coën: It’s impossible to make a sentence without using the letter A.

Triss: Despite your thinking, it is quite possible, yet difficult, to form one without the specific letter. Here’s one more to further disprove your theory.

Lambert: Fuck you.

[endiness]

me, when fics have all of the witchers in them but meanwhile coen ~mysteriously doesn't exist:

[inexplicifics]

If I remember correctly, Coen and Adelina might've had a (romantic?) thing toward the end of wolfblood? I know you write Coen more asexual, but it would be awesome to see a relationship between them.

Also, I'm so excited for all the Milena content!!

Coen is ace in the Wolfblood 'verse, but he's not aromantic, and he and Adelina may end up having a very slow courtship as the years go on.

Glad you're liking all the Milena stuff!

[meepthemeeping]

Rare ship time! Eskel x Coën! They're both sweeties

😌✨

[fllagellant]

Banished from the sketchbook GO FORTH INTO THE WORLD