#cahir fluff

[astaldis]

@fluffbruary

For the Fluffbruary prompt 15 “kettle”

Chapters: 1/1         Words: 1,269 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher Series - Andrzej Sapkowski, Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Geralt of Rivia & The Hansa | Geralt's Company Members, Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godfroy & The Hansa | Geralt's Company Members   Characters: Angoulême, Maria Barring | Milva, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach, Jaskier | Dandelion, Geralt of Rivia, Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy, The Hansa | Geralt's Company Members   Additional Tags: The Hansa | Geralt's Company, fluffbruary's Fluffbruary Prompt Month 2025, Friendship, fireside conversation, Humor, Fluff and Humor

Summary: While travelling to find the druids and Regis's friend, the Flaminika, the Hansa is having a conversation by the campfire. Just their usual nonsense.

[witchermonstermayhem]

Witchery Yuletide - It's a Wrap

A huge thank you to everybody for participating in the event with fics, art, moodboards, etc., hope you had a lot of fun! 👏 👏 👏

@morriganwarrior @bergwerkderbilder @aquerontesque @astaldis

@ooksaidthelibrarian @inexplicifics @arestlessrunaway

Also many thanks to everybody who liked and reblogged here on tumblr, and kudosed and commented on Ao3 ❤️! Hope we managed to bring a smile to your cold winter days!

Reglogging of this post is also very much welcome and appreciated, thank you!

Ao3 collection here.

And here are all the works in one post, enjoy!

Door 1 - Cold 🥶:

Cold Morning by LeeMorrigan:

Yennefer wakes to find Jaskier has gone one cold, winter morning. The two share said and unsaid thoughts as they hope for the return of their loved ones, and Ciri sleeps safely back in the cabin. (friendship, general audiences)

Door 2: Shooting Stars 💫:

Not An Apocalypse by Molanna:

It is Yule 1268 at Kaer Morhen, the longest night of an eventful year. After an opulent Yule dinner and while her sick lover is sleeping under Regis's watchful eye, Yennefer and her friends have a look at the night sky over Kaer Morhen. It has a surprise in store for the witchers, sorceresses and humans who are celebrating together, and this time it is not a bad one. (F/M, Ciri/Dara, Yennefer/Cahir, teen and up)

Door 3 - Old Friend:

Yuletide Delight Chapter 1: Old Friends by Molanna:

Regis visits Jaskier at the Chameleon in Novigrad. But he is not only there to say hello to an old friend. (friendship, general audiences)

Door 4 - Shelter:

Shelter From The Storm by Molanna:

Not long after they have left Toussaint on their way to free Yennefer and to find Ciri, Geralt and his company have to weather a nasty blizzard. (Hanza friendship, teen and up)

Door 5 - Chocolate 🍫:

Yuletide Delight Chapter 2: A delicious treat by Molanna:

Together with Jaskier, Regis goes shopping for presents at the Yule market in Oxenfurt. Will his friends at Kaer Morhen like what he buys? (friendship, general audiences)

Door 6 - Fire 🔥:

snuggle in by Aqueronte:

Yennefer has a rough day, but sometimes accepting help is difficult, even from someone you love. (F/F, Yennefer/Tissaia, teen and up)

Door 7 - Cat 🐈:

Esmeralda, No! by Molanna:

Radovid has prepared a nice Yule surprise for Jaskier. However, he has failed to consider what will inevitably happen if you add a cat to the equation. (M/M, Radovid/Jaskier, teen and up)

Door 8 - Flowers 🌷/ Candle🕯️:

Yuletide Reflections by Sabis_dream_world:

Jaskier looks at his partners and Ciri as they prepare for Yuletide and can't help but feel happy. (F/M/M, Yennefer/Jaskier/Geralt, general audiences)

May All Your Yuletides Be Chapter 1 by Runaway_Writer:

It was the same candle that now sat before her. A crooked navy-blue ribbon tied about its stocky circumference holding a sprig each of pine and spruce to its surface, angled into a V. A snipping of holly tucked between them and a thin wick poking out the uneven top. A gift. Tissaia blinked, momentarily stunned. Three times Yennefer left a Midinváerne gift for Tissaia and one time Tissaia gave one in return. (F/F, Yennefer/Tissaia, Teen and up)

A Special Candle by Molanna:

It is close to Yule. Ciri goes time travelling and happens upon an extraordinary candle. (Family fluff, general audiences)

Door 9 - Hot Spring:

Hot Springs by LeeMorrigan:

Geralt's old wounds protest after so much time on the road, standing to watch over Ciri and the Hansa at a festival, and his old wounds aching. Regis suggests a nearby hot spring to soothe the aching. Geralt gets some company, and decides that perhaps they need to start a new tradition. (F/M, Geralt/Yennefer, teen and up)

Door 10 - Yule Tree 🌲:

To Tree or not to Tree by Molanna:

Something is missing at Kaer Morhen. Will it still be a memorable Yule for Jaskier the bard? (friendship, teen and up)

Door 11 - Puppy 🐶

A Fluffy Present by Molanna:

Cahir and Gallatin have found refuge in Toussaint under Fringilla's protection. They decide to send her a present, but what? (M/M Cahir/Gallatin, teen and up)

Door 12 - Mistletoe:

Mistletoe and Misunderstandings by Inexplicifics:

Aiden has been pining for almost two decades now. But surely, surely mistletoe is an obvious enough hint? (M/M, Aiden/Lambert, teen and up)

Under the Mistletoe by Molanna:

While spending his first winter at Kaer Morhen, Cahir learns something about northern Yule traditions. Will he enjoy the lesson? (F/M, Cahir/Ciri, teen and up)

Door 13 - Snow ❄️:

Snowdrifts and Dreams by LeeMorrigan:

Jaskier makes it to the inn to be warmed by his winter-loving Wren. (Jaskier/OC fluff, teen and up)

Snow by Molanna:

It snows and snows and snows. And Geralt is cold. But Regis knows an easy remedy. (nothing explicit though, just friendship, general audiences)

The Malheur Pass by Molanna:

On their way to rescue Yennefer, Geralt and his company cross the Malheur Pass - not a good idea in the middle of winter. (Hansa friendship, general audiences)

An Ingenious Invention by Molanna:

On their way through the wintery mountains, Geralt and his Hansa discover a hut in a glade and decide to spend the night there. It is a quite special hut. It might even be fun. (Hansa friendship fun, teen and up)

Door 14 - Kiss:

by Aqueronte: Fan Art Tissaia/Yennefer (F/F)

Door 15 - Baking 🍪:

Jaskier's Jolly Yule Jumble Chapter 2 - The things one does by Molanna:

Another festive event is coming up in Toussaint and Jaskier has the perfect idea for how to celebrate it with his Hansa. He only needs to convince Geralt and the others that his idea for their Yule party will be fun, lots of fun. (Hansa friendship fun, teen and up)

Door 16 - Moon 🌙 :

beautiful Witchery full moon gifs from the games by bergwerkderbilder

Door 17 - Snowman ☃️ :

Angoulême's Wintery Surprise by Molanna:

During their stay at Beauclair Castle in Toussaint, Angoulême has a wintery surprise for her Hansa. (Hansa friendship, general audiences)

Door 18 - Wool 🧶:

The Knitcher by bookscorpion:

Regis and Geralt surprise each other. (M/M, Regis/Geralt, general audiences)

Door 19 - Games 🃏:

Witchery Yuletide Quote Memory

Witchery Yuletide Wordgrid Puzzle

Door 20 - Unicorn 🦄 & Surprise:

The Tailor And The Unicorn by Molanna:

Stribog, the wandering storyteller is in town again and the village children gather around for some nice, exciting entertainment. Of course, Nimue and her older sister Orla are among them. Will Stribog tell them of witchers again, or of Ciri, the lost Princess of Cintra? Or will it be an entirely different story today? (fairy tale crossover, Witcher Ciri & Lambert, teen and up)

The Itcher by Molanna:

Geralt wants to surprise Regis. Unfortunately, there are complications. (M/M, Geralt/Regis, teen and up)

Door 21 - Mittens 🧤:

Knitted Comfort by LeeMorrigan:

Cahir is lent a pair of mittens and the warmth of the gesture, and the owner of the mittens, opens the heart of a certain member of the Hansa. (F/M, Cahir/OC, fluff, teen and up)

Door 22 - Ice Skating ⛸️:

Frozen - Or: Laughter is the best medicine by Molanna:

Ciri wakes up from a nightmare. Luckily, Geralt is already there. And he has the best cure for this haunting, bad dream. (Family fluff, teen and up)

Geralt sledding down a mountain gif by bergwerkderbilder

Door 23 - Present 🎁:

The Perfect Gift by Molanna:

Gallatin has the perfect gift for Cahir. (M/M, teen and up, fluff with a sprinkling of mild smut)

Jaskier's Jolly Yule Jumble Chapter 4 - A Mixed Bag Of Surprises by Molanna:

Finally it's time for the presents. What have the members of Geralt's Hansa made for each other? (Hansa friendship fun, teen and up)

Door 24 - Love/Free prompt choice

May All Your Yuletides Be - Chapter 4 by Runaway_Writer:

In which, finally Tissaia offers a gift of her own. (F/F, Yennefer/Tissaia, Teen and up)

A Name to Remember by Molanna:

Ciri's baby is born and a very nervous Cahir has to learn how to be a dad. Luckily Jaskier is a good teacher. And then, of course, the baby needs a name. (F/M, Ciri/Cahir, family fluff, teen and up)

Ice and Fire by Molanna:

It is freezing cold and they should have stayed in Kaer Morhen, but the drowner problem in the little town at the foot of the Blue Mountains had to be taken care of before more children disappear under the icy surface of the pond in the forest. Only now, Coën is suffering from hypothermia and Cahir is not that much better off. (M/M, Cahir/Coën, teen and up)

In Dreams by Molanna:

Yennefer dreams of Tissaia. (F/F, Yennefer/Tissaia, bittersweet, teen and up)

And some ambient Witcher music to go with your reading, enjoy!

[seancekitsch]

(Feel free to ignore!!) Reader is working at court (maybe a cartographer or something) who has worked with Cahir before he was sent away to these raiding parties. Both tried to remain professional (feelings? They? Love is for children) but when he returns, Reader is the one who goes & finds him? Fluff-ish? (You can take it in any direction you‘d like. Your work is fantastic!!! Thanks so much for carrying the Cahir fans on your back. By yourself)

ahhh thank you so much love!! i hope more people start writing for him i think there's only like three or four of us!!! hope you like this one :)

You refused to look up at the intelligence officer as you continued to erase from your draft.

“Where to this time?” you ask, scrubbing the northern part of the Yaruga river from the landscape.

“Thanedd,” he says, his voice just barely above whisper. 

“Thanedd?!” you lose your composure, looking up at him a moment before grounding yourself. 

“Thanedd is having a lot a visitors lately.”

He only hums, not at all buying your nonchalance.

“Thanedd it is,” you muse, sorting through your folders for a suitable map that isn’t too well used to hand to him. You pass several until you find your own personal map of the island, like you always do for him. It’s easy to find and you pull it and toll it and pass it to his hand, all without making eye contact. You ignore the warmth that floods your hand when his fingers graze yours. 

“Thank you, darling,” he says, the closest thing to an affirmation you’ve gotten from him, yet so much more bold than anything you’ve said or done. Nilfgaardian courts aren’t exactly the safest place to be, especially when your position in it is so precarious. Other cartographers could easily be better trained, better trusted, but Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach vouched for you specifically and you weren’t about to destroy you credibility for falling for the officer. 

He leaves without lingering though, sparing you from doing something foolish.

The interaction is something you can banish from for only two days, however, because then you start to hear whispers on your way to the new stronghold in Cintra. Whispers of the mages all coming together, whispers of the elves and their army as well… 

It feels bad, a pit sinking in your stomach as your riding party starts to ride ahead of you as you slow your horse without even thinking of why. 

Thanedd really isn’t that far from here, maybe an eight hours ride…

And Cahir has your personal map of the island. He’s the safest he could possibly be unless the worst happens. 

Knowing Cahir and his luck lately the worst will happen, you think to yourself, pulling on your horses reigns. 

Fuck it, you think, and then you let your horse and your heart lead instead of your brain. 

You come upon a field haggard and tired, your horse just the same, to a landscape reeking of blood and smoke; a scent that hadn’t filled your nose in quite some time. A Nilfgaardian soldier alone and elves closing in on him. The events must have gone worst than you thought if there is fighting even out here, on a part of the island rarely gone to, you think. You put two and two together easily. It’s not that you give out maps that are incorrect, just, you only give out ones with the relevant information. You save the complete ones to draw upon and make pretty as a personal art project. Like the one you handed Cahir before he left that would definitely have this side of the island detailed out. 

Fuck.

“Hey! Hey, stop!” you shout, all while urging your horse on despite its own fatigue. The elves stop in their advance, but do not retreat, and you can finally confirm your instinct that is is Cahir. He looks shell shocked, without his weapons and without his helmet. When his gaze meets you his eyes are wild and sad, not the serious and sometimes flirty man you knew. 

“You… you came,” he calls out to you, and you dismount your horse quickly to rush to him.

“Stupid man! I had to,” you yell, not hiding the fear or anger from your voice, but then you soften, your hands finally placing themselves on his armor. He’s here, he’s not dead yet. You both might be soon. Why not throw all practicality into the wind if you may be executed by the elves on horseback mere feet away? 

“I needed my map back.”

“I was always going to return it,” he assures you, his arms rising to brace your own. 

“No you weren’t,” you insist as the elves close in, Cahir once their commander now lost all faith in him. 

“I was,” he insists, and surges forward to kiss you. It’s like time stops, and everything in your life and on this continent falls into place for just a moment; his lips on yours and clear skies painting the future. 

And then you’re ripped apart from one another by the elves. 

You don’t resist.

[supercupcakecollector-love]

Changes season 3 made from the books that I actually liked

Im not going to mention  radskier because that's a given and it has already been discussed and analyzed alot better than I could plus I already talked about them on my shipping post    

I like the way the relationship between Emhyr and Cahir was done but iv seen way better analysis on it than I could do  

 the time for the leads to spend together, like I really loved the cottage scenes and belleteyn, it was the fluff we needed to wash out the constant unnecessary conflict of the past two season from our mouths   

  Valdo Marx being an actual character in the story  his interactions with Jaskier  and his scenes on the boat and at the ball were gold, this bastard is so annoying I love him 

Yennefer being the initiator of the conclave makes it more heart wrenching, as she attempts to mend bridges with her kind only to see it backfire completely, will be interesting going forward knowing that she will be a main player in the lodge, will be interesting to see  a more intellectual, strategic and calculating side of her against other sorceresses as she uses their leverage to find Ciri and stop their enemy's 

 I liked the silent hill monster made of the missing girls, it was super unsettling and reminded me of playing the games with some of the things you encounter and the difficult choices you have to make

I liked the take on fake Ciri, i think was a good way of taking an aspect of the book and making it more dramatic. she’s still a fake ciri for the purpose of nilfgaard but she’s also a student who has been kidnapped and brainwashed into believing she is ciri, that added another layer of mystery and intensity of finding out for whom Rience works.

Even though I knew it was a red herring I liked the  Stregobor misdirection, it added an interesting mystery box element with Triss and Istredd  and Yen are Geralt attempting to figure out what was actually going on, having them figure it out right away or telling the audience by cutting to  Vilgefortz doing something evil  would have been boring, this way the people who arnt familiar with the books get a mystery and the people who are get dramatic irony 

I liked this version of Ciri,  she is defiantly still a Witcher following in Geralt`s footsteps like what we saw on the boat but she also weighs the possibility of becoming a leader and following in Calanthe`s as well, I love book Ciri and her wild rage an aversion to  having anything to do with being royalty , but I also like that they are subverting the cliché of “ she is a princess that doesn't want to be a princess” that has become increasingly tiresome in media imo  I find it to be a compelling part of  her character going forward 

Next post, im going to talk about the changes and things that I didn't like about this season 

[starwrittenfates]

⭐️ 🦁 🚙 🔑 🚕 🛍 (now I'm just going to have to annoy you with a bunch of these)

MY EXPERIENCE IN THE ROLEPLAYING COMMUNITY

⭐️ my roleplay pet peeves

Rushing for replies, yelling at me for being slow, and being strict about OCs. In the past I've had some people rush me for replies and get on me about it, but luckily everyone here is pretty chill about it now. This was back in the days before 2020. It's only ever happened with one person, but yeah, rushing and then getting on someone about being slow is probably my greatest pet peeve. As for being strict on OCs, that also plays into everything in the past. It was why I was so afraid to write my OCs before. Again because there was the 'whole elitist' behavior of having to have your OCs fleshed out and write a whole 10 pages on their backstory, motivations, etc. Again, no one here is like that now. They are all very welcoming about OCs, which is nice because OCs need interaction in order to grow just like a real person! XD It's part of the process!

🦁 my favorite ships

I have way too many. A good majority might be "Unpopular Opinion" too. In fact, we might be here for decades, so I'll just choose the ones pertaining to my muses on this blog: Ciri/Avallac'h, Ciri/Cahir, Lily/Snape, Lily/James, Doctor/Romana, Astarion with Durge & Tav, Solavellan, Zevran/Warden, Alistair/Warden, Sif/Thor, Sigyn/Loki, and Arwen/Aragorn. Like I said, I got more than that, especially concerning certain ships my rp partners and I come up with too, but those are off the top of my head.

🚙 the one thing I will never do in roleplay

I will never write smut, anything involving shipping with minors (by this I mean shipping Snape with his students), torture, assault or anything bordering past that *coughs* Mistle from the Witcher *coughs*. I just don't feel comfortable with it. However, I massively applaud those who can manage to write smut. I don't mind reading it, but I just really suck at writing it and don't feel comfortable writing it. I tried it one time for a fanfiction of mine and it's probably the most cringe-worthy thing I've written and it shows XD

🔑 my favorite type of threads

Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Family, Romance, Shipping, Rivals, Enemies, Friends to lovers, Friends to lovers to enemies --- just about anything.

🚕 my most embarrassing roleplay moment

I'm trying to think back but nothing really stands out to me. Maybe trying to use Discord for the first time back then? Idk.

🛍 the one thing i wish all of my followers knew about me

I have this habit to over communicate at times. I'm also a bit of a shy bean, and brain fog because of my chronic condition doesn't help, but I love to talk. I consider myself an Ambivert, but uh yeah...see there I go XD

[hottpinkpenguin]

Requests!

Pick a character and a prompt from below.

Please specify if you want:

☑️oneshot vs series

☑️platonic vs angst vs fluff vs steam (I don’t write smut)

☑️any reader characteristics you want

📌I’m open to requests for other characters / prompts

Fandoms/Characters:

LOTR: Boromir, Eomer, Haldir

MCU Avengers: Dr Strange, Loki, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner

Eternals: Druig, Ikaris

Punisher: Frank Castle, Billy Russo

The Witcher: Geralt, Eskel, Cahir

Shadow & Bone: Aleksander Morozova, Kaz Brekker

Twilight: Carlisle, Jasper, Aro

Star Wars: Orson Krennic, Galen Erso, Kylo Ren

ACOTAR: Rhysand, Azriel, Cassian, Tamlin

Prompts:

Quotes

“What we had was a dream”

“You said goodbye too soon”

“If you’re going to break my heart, at least make me feel it”

“I still care for you”

“I wouldn’t mind death as long as I go out with your name on my lips”

“I can’t decide if you’re my salvation or my downfall”

“You break it, you buy it. That includes my heart.”

“Did you do that for me?” “I don’t do anything for you anymore.”

“There’s no happy ending for us, is there?”

“Even if I had a thousand lifetimes to live, this one with you would be my best.”

“I’m sorry I ever met you because it means I’ll know the pain of losing you.”

“A life without you isn’t a life at all.”

“Don’t make me regret this.”

“Even nightmares end eventually.”

“Look me in the eye when you break my heart.”

“My eyes are the only thing I don’t want to take off of you.”

Tropes A thru Z

A

Arranged marriage

Accidental kiss

B

Battlefield romance

Big Bad - lover turns out to be a villain

C

“Come back to bed”

Conflicting loyalties

D

Declaration of love/protection/devotion

Divine romance - lover is a god/god-like being

E

Enemies to lovers

Everyone can see it… except you two

F

Fire-forged love - you go through hell and back together which cements your bond as friends/a couple

Friendly rivalry

G

“Glad to be alive” sex

H

Held gaze

Heroic gesture

I

Injury & comfort

Inconvenient attraction

J

Just friends / “just friends”

Jealousy

K

Killed the mood

Kissing under starlight

L

Love at first sight

Love triangle

M

Mistaken for cheating

Mutual pining

N

Now or never moment

O

Opposites attract

Old flames

P

Pleading

Problematic love

R

Rescue

Royalty

S

Self sacrifice

Star crossed lovers

Secret lovers

T

Time travel

Tongue tied

U

Underwater kiss

V

Villain with a sad past

W

“Why can’t I hate you?”

Wartime wedding

Waking up from a coma

Y

“You must be cold”

Z

“Zip me up” / “un-zip me”

much love ❤️‍🔥

[sarahisslytherin]

sick day || cahir

summary: cahir tends to you when you’re sick. contains: fluffy fluff. a/n: pure self indulgent fluff eamon farren please notice me.

cahir watches from his post by your bed, paying close attention to the way your chest rises and falls in your sleep. he’s been up all night, fighting sleep like the soldier he is, patiently waiting for you to come back to him. it may just be a common cold you’ve got, but cahir takes pride in caring for you and insists on doing so at all times.

he knows what you’ll say when you wake, knows the first words out of that lovely mouth of yours will surely be a whine, “babying me again, cahir?”. in all honesty, he can’t wait to hear you jest again. you’ve been sleeping a bit too long for his liking and he’s beginning to worry. luckily, it’s then that sweet chuckle he’s grown to love fills the room.

“so serious.” you frown dramatically, making a show of pouting and furrowing your brows as you mimic your knight’s solemn look. 

“not serious, just thinking.” he says coolly, though you know it’s taking him every fiber in him not to smile right now. 

“thinking?” you ask as you prop yourself up on your elbows. “i didn’t know you could do that.”

“i can do lots of things, darling.” he smirks cheekily now as he stands from his chair to sit by you on the bed. “allow me to demonstrate.”

“actually, you can’t do any of those things.” you tell him sternly, removing the hands snaking around your waist. “i know you’re not used to thinking, but if you’d do a bit more of it you’d realize you could get sick if you get too close to me, cahir.”

“i don’t care.” cahir says resolutely, placing a firm hand back on your waist.

“yeah, well, i do.” you counter. “cahir, you can’t get sick. you’ve got important things to tend to.”

“none more important than you.” he dismisses. “it can wait.”

he’s so stubborn. always has been, always will be.

“all right, all right.” you sigh, hands up in defeat. “have your way with me, knight.”

“so foul-minded.” he snickers, more to himself than to you as he gets under the covers with you and presses a kiss to your temple. “i brought you that tea you like so much.”

“thank you, cahir.” you smile. “cahir?”

he doesn’t respond, and when you look over your shoulder you find him fast asleep, pressed up against you. his curly hair is clinging to his forehead in the cutest of ways, and you can’t help but melt at the thought of only you getting to see the big bad black knight like this.

tagging: @velvetcloxds​ @oliverwoodmarrymepls​ @sheraayasher​ and @eamonfaren​ in case anyone’s interested

[queenoficeandfire]

All is Fair In Love and War - Cahir Aep Calleach

Synopsis: As Nilfgaard continues its march north and claims yet another kingdom for its own, it feasts to celebrate its latest victory. For commander Cahir Aep Calleach it's his chance to add a different kind of victory to his record - asking Lady Emma for her hand in matrimony

A/N - Out of character Cahir (if you consider it that), Cahir being a love-struck sod, fluff, happy ending

Words: 748

Tags: @alexa-fangirl-forever

Nilfgaard had claimed yet another kingdom for its own as it continued its march Northward, and as this had been a particularly significant kingdom, Emperor Emhyr had declared this occasion worthy of celebration.

Everyone ate, drank and made the most of the merriment (for the Continent could be a dark and cruel world) and music played.

However, for Commander Cahir Aep Calleach, the occasion also marked great trepidation. For tonight was the night was going to ask Lady Emma for her hand in matrimony.

She was the daughter of a nobleman who held a position on the Emperor’s council. The two of them had met quite by chance in the gardens of Cintra after Nilfgaard had conquered it with the assistance of the elves.

Cahir was still unsure as to what he’d done to deserve a lady so fair and gentle as Emma. He’d done some despicable things in his time, all in the name of Nilfgaard and the white flame whom he had pledged his lifelong allegiance to.

But she loved him and loved her and the two of them could not be so easily separated.

He swallowed another mouthful of wine, as he attempted to steady his nerves.

“Ask her Cahir. For crying out loud. You have slain our enemies yet here you are humbled by a woman”

Cahir was pulled from his thoughts by non-other than the Emperor himself.

“Forgive me your imperial majesty. I did not realise I...” Cahir began bowing slightly.

“There is nothing to forgive Cahir, you have her father's blessing do you not?”

“That I do,” Cahir confirmed. He had asked her father for his blessing the last time the Emperor’s council had met to discuss business and her father had given it, believing his daughter suitable for no other man than Cahir.

“Good, you have mine as well. Lady Emma is a fine woman. I have no doubt she will make a good wife for you and together, maybe you two will sire heirs. But let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves here?”

The Emperor smirked and gave him a playful yet supportive gesture, before heading off to mingle further with his guests.

Gazing at Emma as she made conversation with a group of ladies, he knew this was it. No going back. No acting like a coward.

Walking over to them, he bowed low.

“Ladies, Lady Emma if I may have a few moments of your time...alone”

She blushed as he offered her his arm.

“Of course Commander, if you will please excuse me ladies” She addressed the group she had been conversing with.

Cahir then led Emma away from the feast and into the castle gardens, chosen because they were much like the gardens of Cintra where the two of them had met.

Neither of them said anything, instead, Emma let him escort her to a quiet corner over by the rose beds, coming to a stop at an intricately carved iron bench where he sat her down.

He then took a deep breath and, knelt before her taking her hands in his.

Emma felt her heart skip a beat.

“Is this really happening?” She spoke in shock and awe at the moment.

He nodded simply “It is, I can assure you this is not a dream. Though it may feel like it”

He gazed up at her lovingly as he continued.

“I have already spoken to your father and he has given me his blessing, as has the emperor this very evening. I may be a servant to white flame, but I am also your servant. Your protector, your sword and your shield and my heart is yours even beyond my last breath in this world. I love you and have done since the moment I first laid eyes on you. My love, My fair and beautiful maiden, my lady, Emma will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?”

He pulled out a small yet dazzling ring, from his pocket, presented it to her and waited for her answer.

Overwhelmed by emotion, all she could do was sob with happiness as she threw her arms around him.

“Yes, yes oh yes Cahir Aep Calleach, I will marry you.” She wept.

Cahir felt relief fill him like water being poured into a mighty vessel for a life without Lady Emma at his side was not one worth thinking about.

Slipping the ring carefully, and delicately onto her finger the two of them sealed their love and engagement with kisses under the star-filled night sky.

[railroad-migraine]

Do you write smut? 🥺🔥🔥

Babes I'm sorry to disappoint, but no I do not! I have a rules/request guide here if you're curious about some of the stuff I do(n't) write for. I'm sure you'll find the lovely lusty content you're looking for on another blog ❤️

~ Poet

[astaldis]

@fluffbruary   @febuwhump

For the Fluffbruary prompt 4 "Chess" and the Febuwhump prompt 2 "Holding back tears". Enjoy!

Chapters: 1/1       Words: 1,653 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cahir Mawr Dryffyn aep Ceallach & Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy Characters: Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach, Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy Additional Tags: Chess, fluffbruary's Fluffbruary Prompt Month 2025, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Friendship, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, REGIS IS THE BEST, Febuwhump 2025, mandrake moonshine, inebriation, Toussaint  Summary: With Geralt gone for the evening, Regis has nobody to play chess with but himself. Until Cahir joins him.

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WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by the amazing @marvelousmaize. Who is very talented, if you don’t follow her yet i suggest you go check out her blog. She’s great.

I have been working on the same fic of which i sometimes post different bits and pieces. I might as well post another bit of it for today. Of the most recent chapter.

But... I have another fic in draft for the near future. One of arranged marriage, Alternate universe fantasy setting and drama and intrigues. 

I’m feeling pretty good about that one. Stay tuned for more on that later. But first: Another snippet of my story Sacrifical Lark (find me on AO3 under the pseud From_Other_Spheres)

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After eating they cleaned up the camp site and went on their way. Geralt had -despite protesting- done as Jaskier asked him and taken place on Płotka's back. Because he was injured still, despite feeling a lot better and not being in beast form anymore, Jaskier still insisted he would not exhaust himself by walking. Płotka could easily carry them both, but Jaskier had refused to get on her back. Even when she nudged him.

"Will you let Cahir ride too?"

He asked her. Płotka scraped her foot insulted and snorted at him. Jaskier had chuckled and shook his head.

"Then i'm walking too. He's really not so bad."

It took a bit of convincing but finally Płotka had let Jaskier introduce them. He had plucked one of Cahir's gloves from his hands and pulled his hand up to the air to let Płotka sniff him and get to know him. Finally, she seemed to be okay with his presence and had pushed her velvety nose against his hand. And he politely thanked her for her judgement which now laid in his favor. She was a real lady, Cahir had said as he pulled his glove back on. Still, it was by Cahir's own choice that he kept walking next to Płotka. She would tire too quickly if she had to carry three people. Not that she couldn't. She was far larger then any ordinary horse. Nearly twice their size, but Cahir didn't want to burden her with it. So he and Jaskier walked beside her while Geralt sat on her back. Jaskier chatted with Cahir and Geralt listened to their conversation in silence. All while his eyes from time to time caught a glimpse of shiny metal around Jaskier's neck. And it filled him with pride.

"At this pace you might be home just after dark."

Cahir mentioned. They were closing in on their home. Geralt could tell. He recognized these meadows and woods. He knew them like the back of his hand. Their home was close now. It would take another few hours to travel there on foot. But Cahir had other plans.

"Geralt, Catch this."

He said. Geralt turned to see Cahir pick up Jaskier with some effort and push him up next to Płotka. It was a little heavy for him since Jaskier was nearing his full grown body. And he certainly wasn't scrawny. But he managed, Geralt quickly hooked his hands under Jaskier's arms and pulled him in front of him on Płotka.

"Whoa hey Cahir! Wait. What are you doing?"

Jaskier asked him. Cahir looked up with a smile.

"We're good. I think Geralt understands me now. But we're close to your home and despite me only having the heart of his kind, i don't want to provoke him or test how bad it gets. Let's just say goodbye here."

Jaskier seemed to slump against Geralt who held onto him with an arm. A soft sadness rolled off of the boy. Oh this human... so easily attached. Geralt could only smile inwardly. He understood. But he also understood Cahir. And it was not his place to argue.

"Will we see you again?"

Jaskier asked softly. Cahir petted Płotka softly and earned a friendly snort from her before he stepped back.

"Who knows. I hope so. Meeting you has made my life... better. Stay out of trouble you two."

"We will try. And be careful Cahir. Please."

"I will."

Geralt and Jaskier watched as Cahir turned on his heel and walked back the way they came. They watched him until he disappeared in the distance after waving at them one more time. Geralt heard Jaskier sigh before him.

"I hope he's going to be okay." Then the boy looked up at him.

"Shall we go home then?"

Geralt let a smile roll onto his face and hummed.

"Hmm.. Home."

[supercupcakecollector-love]

Why I'm excited and not worried about the Witcher season 3

season 3 will be awesome and much closer to the books than season 2, don't believe me? I have proof  

We are now about 3 weeks out from the season 3 premier, comparatively 3 weeks out from season 2 there where already reports about a lot of the stuff that  wasn't in the books.

 -Eskel`s death,

 -2 big fight scenes at  Kaer Morhen, 

 -Voleth Meir,an all powerful evil magical being that tricks those who want their deepest desires,

  -the scenes together with Yen and Fringilla 

  -and expanded roles for  Istredd and Fringilla( I actually liked these editions finding them much more interesting than in the books where they are just involved in love triangle stuff with Geralt and Yen)  

but we know that many beloved scenes from Time of Contempt are making it in as well as a few crucial skipped moments from blood of elves  

based on the trailer we are  getting alot more family bonding, fluff, laughter Yen teaching Ciri magic, Geralt and Yen rekindling there relationship ,  Geralt and Jaskier actually being friends now ( apparently the writers have learned that you can have slow moments of  characters just talking, laughing and getting along, they don't have to just bicker, fight monsters , and encounter evil all the time )     (( that's the last of the salt in this post I promise)) 

 first of all, Stephen Surjik director of the  A Grain of Truth episode is returning 

based on the trailer/stills, casting reports, as well as set scouting pictures from  Redanian Intelligence, we have these scenes confirmed : 

- Jaskier singing to the dryads in Brokilon

- the scenes in  Shaerrawedd 

-Geralt visiting  Codringher and Fenn 

 -Ciri and Fabio Sachs, the circus and the Wyvern

- The Thanedd Ball 

-  Ciri in the  Korath Desert, with  Ihuarraquax

-  Geralt fight with  Vilgefortz

comparatively I don't think we had any confirmed in the book scenes in the speculation before season 2  

the only changes I that I have found are:

Jaskiers bisexuality and romance with  Radovid and Vespula 

Id like to clear up some rumors here, they are not “ aging up a character who is later a tyrant” this  Radovid is King  Vizimir`s Brother, not his son, a completely different character, and there are multiple characters named  Radovid in the  Redanian royal line in the books so its not impossible for the two characters to happen to have the same name in this instance 

for the people who are upset about this change, they already changed Jaskier from the books, there he’s the archetypical pervy, womanizer bard archetype, in the show he still sleeps around with wives alot but he`s more of a golden  Retriever “ falls in love with everyone” type than a skirt chasing pervert.  So if most people were positive about this change, why should what gender his lovers are matter     homophobia that's why

Frankly im just glad we are getting a bisexual male character that will be  involved romantically with a man a and a woman on screen as two different relationships I cant even think of any examples on tv of that 

 the possible premature fate of Rience

honestly this one is just set scouting speculation that he dies here, but I really don't think people are going to be as upset at a chaotic evil character dying as they were Eskel, 

The original character of Gallatin 

he seems to be somewhat inspired by Isengrim and  Iorweth, a scarred elf that is the leader of the  Scoia’tael  guerrillas, based on the fact that they felt they had to make an original character rather than use one of those two,( they likely wont be killing any book characters off prematurely who are not a villains after whole Eskel debacle) as well as reports the actor wrapped filming quickly, seem to indicate he wont survive the season ( could this be part of what leads Cahir into joining the hanza next season) 

to conclude im super excited, this season is packed with scenes I ( and alot of others) have been really wanting to see I cant wait 

[faetxlity]

2022 Ao3 Wrapped

Huge shout-out to @lambden for the tag!

(This was the year of the rare pair)

Works Published: 150 (holy shit y’all)

Word Count: 251,038

Hits: 44,066

Bookmarks: 602

Most Popular By Kudos: The Sun Was An Okay Guide - an Eskel/Cahir arranged marriage fic that was completed almost entirely thanks to @jaskiersvalley

By Hits: Same as above but honorable mention to ‘winter reprise and a child surprise’

Longest: also Okay Guide at 50,656

Shortest: 100 word drabbles - one for Junod and Ivo of Belhaven (as I said, year of the rare pairs) and one for The Sandman which is musing on Morpheus and the title of ‘brother’

Most Comments: Okay Guides - with an honorable mention to Unbroken Oaths - a fic in which I am very cruel to Eskel and gave both Gaetan and Letho some time to grow as characters.

Fic that made me cry: Ummm, maybe the murder-suicide Vernon Roche/Foltest fic or the whumptober ‘Steve Harrington self depreciation and mutism’ fic - there’s also... well. I had a lot of fun with whumptober, let’s leave it at those.

Fic that made me smile: all of them?  Okay so for fluff it’s going to be the Anniversary Fic for Eskel/Cahir and for fun it’s The Poly-cule Needs To Poly-Calm Down - which is Kolgrim the Witcher and his two boyfriends getting body swapped

Gift: to someone - This is our Get Along Aphrodisiac - Iorveth/Vernon Roche/Geralt of Rivia smut

From someone- it’s hard to choose but I think I’m going to split the award between Anoke and Iliside - one for the hilarious Settle Your Bets and the latter for the gorgeous Eskel/Lambert artwork.

Events: Save a Witcher Bingo, Witcher Winter Gift Exchange, Do It Like They Do on the Discovery Channel, Whumptober, Kinktober... I think that’s all of them. I love doing event challenges throughout the year, particularly bingos.

I’m tagging @resident-lambert-hoe , @swanfloatieknight and @whataboutthefish

[hottpinkpenguin]

Hey. Could you do a angsty and fluffy #4 + #10 with Cahir? ❤️

Into Stars

a/n: WOOHOO anon WOW this just about broke me to write (in the best way). love love love the combo of these prompts! let me know what you think!!! <3 <3 (**the angst is heavy y'all, proceed @ your own risk and don't say you weren't warned!) Characters: Cahir x WarriorFem!Reader (used y/n = your name) Word Count: 2480 | 9 min. read time Warnings: extremely graphic depictions of combat, blood, gore, major character death, MAJOR angst

You ignored the insistent banging on the doors to your chamber, focusing on lacing the leather bracers around your wrist. It was the last piece of your armor that needed to be donned before you were ready to join the battle waging outside the city gates.

“I swear to the Gods, y/n, if you do not open this door I will break it down!” Cahir’s voice was hoarse with rage outside your door. You didn’t doubt that he would break it down, but you couldn’t afford the distraction right now. Outside your window, you could see the night stars choked with smoke as the city below burned. White hot adrenaline shot through your veins like electricity.

“You may command the White Flame’s army, Cahir, but you do not command me!” you screamed back, finally securing your bracer at last. You grabbed the hilt of the scythe sword Cahir had gifted you last summer before he’d told you his heart belonged to another, unsheathing it and making for the door. You knew what you’d find on the other side when you opened it, but the ferocity with which he burst into your chamber took you by surprise nonetheless.

“What are you playing at!” he yelled, grabbing the sides of your face in his palms. His face glistened with sweat, and his hair was disheveled from battle. Across the breastplate of his armor, you saw several swipes of blood, and you noticed he was limping ever so slightly. He surveyed you from head to toe, taking in the sight of you in your unvarnished silver armor.

“Out of my way, Commander,” you snarled, making to move towards the open door. There were distant sounds of combat in the castle.

“You’re not going anywhere, y/n” Cahir snarled. His voice was quieter now, softer somehow, but still shaking with barely controlled emotion. It enraged you. You shot him a murderous look, your grip tightening like a vice on the hilt of your sword.

“I should ask you what you’re playing at, Cahir,” you spat back. You could feel the bitterness you’d swallowed down for the last year and a half until you’d almost choked on it bubbling up like boiling acid on your tongue. “You are neither my commander, nor my lover. I see no reason at all for you to concern yourself with my well-being.”

Your words landed heavily, and despite the intensifying din of battle in the halls outside your chambers, the silence between you was thick enough to suffocate in. Cahir took in a few heaving breaths as he returned your fiery gaze. The anger that had burned in his chocolate eyes when he’d first burst into the room was now replaced by something deeper. You had the unsettling sensation that you were looking into a bottomless chasm in his gaze, and you found you had to avert your eyes. Tears of anger clawed at your throat, and you clenched your jaw against them. You refused to cry - again - in front of this man.

The silence stretched longer between you. For an instant, you’d hoped he would say something. You would have settled for anything: him scolding you, him admitting you were right, an apology, a muttered plea for you not to fight, a command for you to leave with the rest of the ladies of the court through the secret tunnels. But it was becoming increasingly apparent that he was going to let you suffocate in his indifferent silence.

Disgusted with yourself for harboring a vain hope that maybe, just maybe, you’d see a flicker of the love he’d once held for you in this final goodbye, you shook your head and stepped again towards the door. Battle would do you a bit of good; death would save you the embarrassment of having to see him again, you thought darkly.

Before you’d taken a step, though, you felt his fingers come to rest feather-lightly on your wrist. His eyes bored into the floor, but his breathing was still ragged. You stopped, stunned.

“I still care for you,” he mumbled, so quietly you thought you’d misheard him. You took a stuttering step backwards. His fingers gripped your wrist more tightly, and he forced his eyes up to meet yours. You were dumbfounded to see tears pooling at his lash line, the mask of rage he’d worn a moment before now completely dissolved. All you saw now was desperation. You knew it well; you’d felt it ever since he’d cast you off for his mysterious lover in Aretuza. Your mouth fell open in a small ‘o’ as your heart threatened to break free of your ribs.

Almost as quickly as the moment had come, it was lost as the chaos of combat burst into your chamber. Three of Cahir’s men were pressed hotly by four of the invaders. One of Cahir’s men was bleeding freely from a spear in his thigh, and his face was a sickly shade of yellowish white as he struggled to stay upright. His comrades had the sluggish, delayed movements of soldiers long exhausted and at the edge of collapse as they parried against the vicious sword strokes of their opponents.

You and Cahir sprang into action quickly. Cahir, still keeping his grip on your wrist, pulled you behind him as he spun around, all signs of his limp gone. He raised his sword to connect with an opponent’s, the jarring metal-on-metal twang setting your teeth on edge. His men fell in line with him, emboldened by the sight of their commander, and pressed back on the enemies with renewed vigor.

The soldier with the spear protruding from his thigh, however, was too grievously injured to be of any use to the battle. You set to purpose as you saw the man sink to his knees. Looping your hands under his armpits, you dragged him backwards from the heavy fighting until he could lean against the back wall of your chamber. He was paler now, and you knew he was moments from bleeding out. You knelt beside him, looking into his eyes. He was young - no more than seventeen, you realized with a pang of grief - and he looked frightened. His eyes searched yours frantically as he struggled to remain conscious.

Gently, you laid one of your hands along his cheek, smiling sweetly at him in what you hoped was a calm and reassuring way.

“Sssh now,” you murmured gently. “Rest here awhile.” The boy’s eyes glazed over, but you saw the fear evaporate in them as he let out one final sighed breath before falling still. Allowing yourself one brief moment of repose, you closed his eyelids and sent a prayer to the Gods for his soul.

You could spare no more than that, however, before you felt the press of combat behind your back. Rising to your feet and turning to face your assailants, you saw Cahir step between you and one of the enemy about to strike you, his eyes blazing with ferocity as he drove his sword hilt-deep into the man’s gut. The man let out a gurgled cry of pain as blood pooled in his mouth, spilling down his chin as his eyes fogged over and death took him.

From the doorway at the opposite end of the room, you saw with a sinking sensation in your chest that three more men ran in to join the melee, and the crest emblazoned on their chests was not that of your country. Down now to you, Cahir, and the other two soldiers – weakened and exhausted – you felt a grim sense of determination seep into your muscles. There was now no hope of beating the enemy; your only chance was to hold them off and wait for reinforcements, although you weren’t certain any would come.

You stepped forward, now shoulder to shoulder with Cahir, your sword drawn as you proceeded to engage one of the newly entered enemies. He was, thankfully, a slender man and the sword arm of his light blue tunic was soaked with blood from a gash in his shoulder.

Sensing an opportunity, you struck out with your sword, making contact with his shoulder close to his existing wound. He recoiled in pain, his arm falling limply, his sword along with it. He reflexively dropped the shield in his other hand to grasp at his wounded shoulder. In an instant, you saw your chance, and he saw his mistake. He tried to summon what little strength he had left in his sword arm to block the thrust of your blade, but he was not quick enough. You sliced the killing edge of your weapon decisively against his throat, and you did not need to watch the life extinguish in his eyes to know that it was a mortal blow.

“Y/N! No!”

In the same moment you heard Cahir’s shriek of fear, you saw the blur out of the corner of your eye. Raising your sword high over your head, you pivoted to face the oncoming assailant, but this time it was you who was too slow. You felt your enemy’s blade sink into your side, grating against your ribs with a sickening crunch. Your entire body erupted into blistering, white hot pain. Disoriented, you sank to your knees as your opponent withdrew his blade. Through the haze of pain and your blurred eyes, you felt Cahir straddle over you as you crumpled to the ground and lock sword with the man who’d stuck you with staggering ferocity.

You fought to keep from sliding into darkness as you pawed aimlessly at the wound on your side. You’d been a medic in the army of Nilfgaard long before you’d learned how to fight, and you’d seen enough wounds to know this would kill you. Gingerly, you looked down at your hands. The blood staining your palms and armor was so dark it was almost black; another sign of your pending death. As if from far away, your mind considered the scene with a scientific dispassion.

The sounds of battle above you mingled with the sounds of Cahir’s guttural screaming as he plowed onward into the fray, hacking and slashing with animalistic brutality. The soldier who’d dealt your destiny fell in a dull thud, bleeding out from a rib-to-sternum gash Cahir had dealt him.

The ceiling of your chamber rippled as parts of your mind sank under the surface of unconsciousness. The pain was strangely gone now, and your whole body felt cold. You focused only on your breathing - ragged and irregular. That distant, observing piece of your mind begged you to hold on. For what exactly, you weren’t sure…

Moments slid by. Time felt warped. You weren’t sure how long you forced labored breaths in and out of your body, and you couldn’t tell anymore if the sounds of combat were indeed less now or if you were simply losing grasp of your senses. Your sight seemed to fade in and out, like a fire whipped almost to the point of being extinguished by a cold wind.

Suddenly, you registered something. A change in your body’s position. You blinked sluggishly, trying to force your mind to read the scene in front of your eyes. A face, brown eyes. They were looking into yours, tears spilling from them down strongly cut cheekbones. A handsome mouth twisted into a cry of pain.

Cahir, the distant part of your mind called to you. The name echoed in your head.

“Cahir,” you managed to choke out hoarsely. He sobbed in a mixture of relief and grief to see you still clinging feebly to life.

“My love, don’t go. Please, no. Y/n, no.” His words were a senseless string of babbling pleading as he tenderly removed your helmet, brushing your mussed hair from the sides of your face. His touch had a strange quality to it: it felt as if his two hands were in fact a million, caressing over every square inch of your form instead of just your hairline and temples - the result of your quickly fading faculties, no doubt.

“We didn’t have enough time,” he wept, his voice fracturing and his eyes burning with tears as he gently cradled your head in his lap. He could see the bright hues of your irises dulling to the distinctive dark gray shade indicative of death. He had only moments now. You smiled weakly up at him, your eyes adrift as your gaze faded in and out of focus. “I can’t live without you. I love you,” he whimpered, his head bowing against your chest.

Your last remaining flicker of comprehension processed his words. Marshaling what little strength you had left, you forced words out of your throat. You hoped they were intelligible - your tongue felt swollen and thick and it wouldn’t cooperate with your lips.

“With my death today, you’ll start a new life tomorrow.” It was a line from an ancient Redanian prayer your mother used to recite with you each night when you were younger. It wasn’t something you thought of often, but it surfaced from the sinking recesses of your memory now, at the doorstep of death.

Cahir lifted his head from your chest, struggling to put space between his sobs as he looked into your fading eyes.

“Even if I had a thousand lifetimes to live, the one I lived with you would be my best,” he whispered fervently. It was the traditional Redanian response to the prayer for the dying, which Cahir hadn’t realized you’d known. He realized now that he would never know the full extent of what you’d heard, seen, felt, or loved in your life. There was no way to ask you, no way to tell you of his feelings, no way to share a sunrise or a meal or a winter’s storm together. There would be nothing new for the two of you; you’d live now only in Cahir’s memories.

Cahir leaned down to kiss your lips one last time while they were still warm with life. He felt something deep inside him splinter as he did so. His hands shook and he felt as if he were collapsing in a hole that had opened in the center of his chest.

When he looked back up to your eyes, he saw you were gone. He wished for a great many things, and the weight of those wishes crumbled into that single moment took his breath away. He wished he’d never left you, he wished he’d never lied to you about giving his heart away, he wished he hadn’t taught you to fight, he wished for another day, another moment with you, one more chance to hear your voice, to see the sunlight in your hair, to feel your body under his.

But most of all, he hoped you’d heard him before sinking into the stars…

[popcorn1989]

hii (again lmao) could i request a headcanons with the witcher boys and how they would comfort you after you´ve had a terrible nightmare (like comfort/fluff) (especialy for cahir maybe :O)

that would be great thanks :D

ps.: the last fic was amazing btw >.<

Hi there,

I would like to thank you for a moment, and I think it's great how many ideas you have.

To be honest, I'm not sure if it turned out headcanon, because it turned out to be more than, I thought, it would be. So I only picked four characters that I thought could be super cute.

Hope you enjoy

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You tossed and turned in your sleep for a few minutes, when you woke up with a start, you immediately saw Cahir's attentive face. "It was just a dream," he said, taking your face in his hand. You glimpse your dream "It was so real" you said and noticed, how Cahir came closer and kissed you. "I'm here and as long as I'm here, no one can harm you," he whispered and lay down next to you. "I'll fall asleep, and I'm sure I'll dream about it again," you said, placing a hand on his chest. Cahir put his arm around you "Then dream that I am there and evil will not dare, to haunt you in your sleep" He kissed your forehead and played with your hair "I will stay awake, until I know that you are in a peaceful sleep" these words calm you down, you notice his closeness, his tenderness, and it doesn't take long until you fall asleep again. You will never know, that he watches over your sleep all night.

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You wake up from your dream with a racing heart and realize that the bed next to you is empty. Rience wasn't lying next to you anymore. You looked around the room, when you see him sitting on a chair next to you, he had been watching you, now that you are awake he got up, he had dressed. "I will eliminate what bothers you" he said in a calm and tender tone. You couldn't help but grin, and he gave you a questioning look. "Can you protect me from myself too?" you asked and saw his attitude change. "If you tell me how, then I'll try it" he said and lay down next to you, hugging you with his arms and resting his forehead on your temple, "Tell me about it" he said quietly in your ear. Before you both go back to sleep, you were able to tell Rience, all your doubts and explain your dream, even if Rience didn't really say anything about it, your life was getting a little easier, and you couldn't help it, but you felt that Rience was had fingers in the pie.

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When you wake up with a scream, you startle again when next to you, Jaskier also starts screaming. He put a hand on the side of his heart and yelled "don't do that to me" you looked at him a little confused, "sorry sweetheart, I was having an absolute nightmare." You saw how jaskier looked around the room and swallowed. "Okay, thought, we would be attacked" he turned slightly to you and looked at you. "May I tell you about it?" He gave you a quick look as if he had seen a monster then he nodded as you started saying a monster was chasing you in the dream, he hissed loudly. "God, stop it... it was just a dream, come here," he said, hugged you, and you lay back on the pillows. You thought it was so funny that you briefly tell, what the monster looked like, before he put his hand over your mouth to silence you. "Sleep Sweetie, Please"

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When you wake up, sweating and your hair disheveled, Lambert is lying quietly next to you, snoring. The dream kept coming back into your head and frightening you, so much that you tried to wake Lambert. It took a long time but when it came true he looked at you questioningly and patted your face "What's wrong?" he asked, and you were very pleased with the question. Lambert loved to laugh and crack jokes, but when it came to standing by your side, he was a rock and no one would dare hurt you. Also, there was something about him, that calmed you down, and he always knew the right words, just like now when you told him about the nightmare, and although he smirked, he managed to calm you down. You were allowed to fall asleep again, on his chest, and before you fall into a peaceful sleep, he had long since fallen asleep again.

[acemoppet]

@toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account my hand slipped-

“It’s your turn.”

“Fuck no,” Cahir spits. “I’m not going back there- you’re the mage anyway, you should go!”

Fringilla sighs and motions for the guard escort to stay. “Yes, and the dimeritium in the walls of the dungeon that you had built- which, I might add, I specifically told you not to do- makes it impossible for me to do my job. So you need to go do yours.”

“Excuse me?” Cahir snarls. “You were the one who said the mage was too dangerous to contain with handcuffs alone- pray tell, what else was I supposed to do.”

“Add more shackles,” Fringilla tsks. “Obviously.”

“Shackles from where? We have a limited supply of them-”

“-Because you built a whole prison room out of dimeritium even though no mage would be able to work in there-”

Fuck you! Cahir does not yell. Still, the mage must hear his thoughts, for her eyes narrow in renewed anger.

As they squabble, neither of them notice the escort slipping out of the room.

These are the people leading our revolution? she thinks, snorting in disbelief. We’re doomed.

Meanwhile in the dungeons:

“Oi, bard, stop sleeping!”

Jaskier whines. “What the hell, Yennefer?”

Yennefer glares at them, but there’s no heat or hatred. “Must I remind you that you have a head injury?” she drawls, looking them over. They’ve both been in here long enough that Jaskier can easily see the concern in her eyes, something that warms their heart better than any sunlight ever could. “I know I told you to stay awake.”

“Yenny, darling,” Jaskier smirks at the outrage on Yennefer’s face. “I’m fine. You might be able to go for days without sleeping, but I’m merely a humble bard- I do need sleep, you know.”

Yennefer scoffs. “Your face will live without your beauty sleep bard.”

“I- how dare- I don’t need beauty sleep!”

Yennefer grins, smug and sweet. “Then you’ll have no trouble staying awake!” she says cheerfully, relishing in the outraged gaping she gets. Good, let the bard be angry- at least the adrenaline would keep them awake.

“I know what you’re doing,” Jaskier says after clucking irritatedly for a good minute or so. Their voice is serious now, with no hint of play. “Thank you- I’m uh. Bad as it may sound, but I’m glad you’re here with me.”

She snorts. “That does sound bad,” she agrees, but her smile softens into something fond.

I’m glad you’re here with me too, she doesn’t say.

Still, Jaskier must get the sentiment, because they smile.

Yennefer and Jaskier get imprisoned together and Fringilla and Cahir fucking hate going in to interrogate them because Yen and Jask get along near-immediately and it pisses Fringilla and Cahir the hell off that the Witcher's Bard and Mage have better teamwork & cohesion than they do