#mad kiyan

[unbury-the-gays]

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Prince Adrien/Kiyan (The Witcher)

Characters: Prince Adrien (The Witcher), Kiyan (The Witcher)

Additional Tags: Rare Pairings, Pining, Winter, Based on Scavenger Hunt: Cat School Gear quest, Reunions, Sensuality, Gay Sex, Intimacy, Not Beta Read

Series: Part 5 of Unbury The Gays

Summary: In the biting cold of winter, Prince Adrien's heart aches for Kiyan, a witcher who embodies both danger and desire. As snow seals the roads and hope fades, a familiar silhouette appears on the horizon. Will Adrien’s love be enough to guide Kiyan home, or will the ghosts of their pasts threaten to tear them apart once more?

[dukeofdogs]

Ciri

Chest 1: How was it that the fates of Geralt and Ciri – a witcher and a princess of Cintra – became forever intertwined? The Law of Surprise. After the witcher had lifted the curse afflicting Duny, the Urcheon of Erlenwald, he was asked what he desired as reward. Geralt replied, "That which you find at home, yet did not expect." Shortly thereafter, Duny would learn that his wife Pavetta was with child - Ciri. Though Geralt had no intention of encforcing the Law, it had simply become a matter of destiny...

Chest 2: A dark period of Ciri's life came when she joined a bandit gang known as the "Rats." Constantly on the run, exhausted, Ciri had found a semblance of refuge among the young, cutthroat outlaws. At first, she refused to kill as they did, though her reluctance wouldn't last long. To her own horror, she enjoyed killing - and she was good at it. Eventually, however, her comrades were slaughtered to the last. Ciri barely survived and was nursed back from the brink of death under the care of a hermit, Vysogota of Corvo. Had events turned out differently, who knows... Perhaps Ciri would be known today not as a heroine, but as a villain.

Chest 3: Before Cintra fell to ruin, as a young princess, Ciri would spend her holidays on the Skellige Isles at the family estate of Clan an Craite. It was there with the jarl's children that she learned to ice-skate. As fate would have it, this skill would later save her life when confronted by Nilfgaardian assassins on the frozen waters of Tarn Mira. In a dense, milky fog, the assailants could only hear the eerie scrape of her skates, coming from all directions... Followed swiftly by blood-chilling screams of surprise and pain as they fell one by one to her blade.

Scroll 1: Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon. The Lion Cub of Cintra, Swallow, Zirael, Falka, Child of the Elder Blood, the Lady of Time and Space. An impressive collection of monikers for an impressive woman.

Scroll 2: Daughter to Pavetta and Duny, the young princess enjoyed an early childhood of royal splendor. But then everything changed... Cintra was engulfed in flames and violence, Ciri forced to flee from family and home...

Scroll 3: Eventually, she found a new home in Kaer Morhen, a witchers' fortress and seat of the School of the Wolf. There, under the watchful eye of Geralt of Rivia, she began a grueling training regimen. And it's good that she did, because this peace of her stay there would not last forever... And it couldn't, for after all, the Elder Blood flowed through her veins.

Scroll 4: Due to her lineage, Ciri was endowed with extraordinary gift - the ability to traverse time and space. However, she quickly began to see her ability not as a blessing, but as a curse. For many obsessively coveted her power and sought to exploit it at any cost...

[j-hauke]

Poor Kiyan, I haven’t completed the game but it seems like you just kill him and move on. That’s absolute bullshit he deserves better. He was tortured and experimented on, I’m glad you get to give him peace but it’s just glossed over. I have a soft spot for every Witcher and you can’t tell me the name of the monster who hurt him and not let me kill them!

[unbury-the-gays]

Hello, hi! I have some thoughts!

I'd like to point out that this elven heritage in the Cat's School is a bit of an exaggerated theme. It is true that this half of the witches, led by Gezras (the half-elf), survived after the Cat School schism. And it is true that this group fraternized with the elves, even adopting some of their weapons and fighting techniques. But in the end, most of the witchers of the Cat School were still human. All the witchers of the Cat School that Geralt meets are human. If they had some elven genes in them, it was not enough to manifest in their appearance. Brehen, Jad, Gaetan - everything in their physicality points to humans.

Also: in the Polish comic Betrayal, which can be considered at least partially canon because it was created based on Sapkowski's unused idea and the author's notes, all the witchers from the School of the Cat are also human.

Granted, Ireneus (mage who kidnapped Kiyan) mentions in his notes that Kiyan revealed the secrets of his school under torture, and there are many references to the school's ties to elves, but Ireneus doesn't note that Kiyan himself is of elven origin. And we know that he kept his disgusting diary very meticulously. He focused on Kiyan's endurance, and I believe that if Kiyan had elven blood in him, Ireneus would have taken note.

All in all I think it's reasonable to assume that the Cat School didn't mind turning elves into witchers, but the elves were in the minority anyway. So when it comes to the instability of cats, I don't think it's the species that matters. I think it was just their formulas and potions that were bad.

Despite the fall of the Witcher Order, other schools continued to maintain a certain tradition, working with mages on the trials. The Cats, on the other hand, not only murdered their mages, but also accepted badly mutated witchers from other schools into their ranks. Simply put, they didn't care about the technical side of the Trials. They transformed into witchers and accepted anyone, and they did so in a careless manner, without full knowledge of potions of the Grasses.

Anyway, despite my conclusion, I think the Cat School consisting largely of elves is an interesting concept. And I think it can be accepted as canon that they, of all the Witcher schools, probably had the most elves in their ranks, even if I personally believe that elves were not in the majority. Nor even half.

As for Kiyan, he is my beloved son. @gavilansblog and I have written some fix-it fic to save him from the hands of Ireneus. If you're interested, welcome!

Below are some of our works:

Unbury The Gays by Advena87, Gavilan :

Still Here - complete - The first time his friends disappeared, Kiyan was too young to understand.

Decision - complete - Kiyan, a young witcher on the Path, survivor of the pogrom, has a routine contract in a small and inhospitable town. Nevertheless, he decides to visit a local brothel in the hope that he will find nice company there and relax. He finds something completely different.

Who sows the wind, reaps the storm - main story, work in progress - The ruins of the elven palace Est Tayiar in Redania were mentioned several times in the records of the oldest cat school masters as a potential source of exquisite weapons and diagrams, but the records didn’t specify the exact location of the palace or what it had been, exactly, in its heyday. Either way, Kiyan had nothing better to do, except avoid headhunters, so he planned on spending this year on the path searching for treasures.

Mirror - complete - Witcher Kiyan has been saved from the hands of a sadistic mage, but this marks only the beginning of his journey to regain himself.

Dream - complete - Two years after Kiyan's rescue, the nightmares weren’t as vivid and painful as they had been in the beginning, especially with Adrien’s calming, familiar scent and warmth beside him. Calming, that is, except the nights that Adrien also suffered nightmares of his own.

Kadiz - work in progress - Kiyan was counting on a quiet afternoon, but his unpredictable prince decided to surprise him with an extraordinary gift. The witcher immediately sensed trouble, but as usual with Adrien's romantic ideas, it was definitely too late to stop the series of unfortunate events.

Gift - complete - Four years after being kidnapped by the mage, witcher Kiyan tries to lead a normal life on the Path. However, in the middle of the season, an unexpected meeting thwarted his plans.

Persimmons- complete - Kiyan does not need aphrodisiacs, thank you very much, Adrien.

Rendezvous in the woods - complete - The erratic prince insisted on rendezvous in the woods, and Kiyan reluctantly followed him to a secret place. And while Kiyan expected this date to be a dud, he hadn't anticipated the extent to which things could get out of hand.

We also have two fics in Modern AU.

Stray Cat - complete - "If a cat runs away, you should tie a bell around his neck. Then you will always know where he is."

Adrien doesn't know what's going on in Kiyan's life that keeps him running away, but he's determined to keep trying to build something with his mysterious stranger.

Golden Hour - complete - A really difficult client shows up at Kiyan's door. Little does Kiyan know that what seems to be a minor inconvenience will change his life.

98% of our work focuses on the Kiyan/Adrien rare pairing, but you might find something for you here! Either way, if you want to shower Kiyan with love, we are here to cooperate!

Advena (@advena87)

So we know from TW3 storyline with the Mad Witcher Kiyan that a lot of the cat school is made up of Witchers with Elven origins. But I’ve never seen anyone mention that this could be the reason they tend to be more unstable? Essentially they use mutations meant for humans (presumably) on descendants of elves and it’s probably a bit fucked. We know elven and human ancestry can physically mess up a person, like is shown with Yennefer, so were most of these trainees physically disabled in some capacity when they were brought to the Cat School? Is that why more schools didn’t adopt this method? Does it have to do with them being slightly closer to the Source and having a bit of chaos themselves which makes them more prone to mental illness? Thinking of Eskel being shown to have proficiency in signs due to his inclination to magic, it seems unlikely. So it must be something more physical/emotional. I don’t know, just pondering. Also, we under appreciate Kiyan as a fandom, please give this poor lad some love, I beg you.

[keirametzbrassknuckles]

*takes all the barely-there side Witchers under my wings like a momma chicken gathering her chicks*: now now, don't cry, it's alright. I'm here to take you to your new home, the torture dungeon

[shy-urban-hobbit]

If these are prompts please can I get a "Good boy" with Lambden? 👀

This went pure angst!! I would apologise but I'm not sorry 😂

It was Kiyan-or rather, the news of him-who bought it on. Aiden had stared at the medallion Geralt presented, along with heartfelt condolences. The medallion which had belonged to a brother he’d thought long since dead when none could find any sign of him, only to find out that he’d spent the last few years in what could only be described as Hell.

Lambert had only managed to get out a cautiously whispered “Aiden?”, recognising the signs in the way his partners pupils were dilating wildly, the way his muscles started to tense and his breathing was starting to grow harsher. The Cat gave a noise between a whimper and a yowl before Lambert bundled him into his arms and made his way to an abandoned part of the Keep at a near run, feeling his Kittens claws digging deeper into the fabric of his tunic with every passing second.

 

 Geralt gently grasped a concerned Jaskier by the elbow to indicate that he should stay put, “Not the best idea, Lark. Aiden’s not in his best mind right now and he’d feel even worse if he hurt you.”

“Geralt’s right.” Eskel said, coming over to wrap an arm around his brother, unable to stand his guilty expression any longer, “Cat Witchers, sometimes when they feel an emotion strong enough it can consume them, is the best way to describe it. Aiden wouldn’t mean to hurt you but he wouldn’t register that it was you. He’d even attack Lambert in that state, has done once before I think.”

The air grew sharp with the scent of Jaskier’s concern, “Well, will Lambert be alright alone with him?”

Geralt drew Jaskier closer to his chest, “Lambert knows Aiden better than any of us. We trust he knows what he’s doing and besides, it’s best Aiden doesn’t feel outnumbered right now. Lambert will let us know if he truly needs help.”

 

Lambert’s back had grown stiff hours ago from sitting propped against the thick wooden door but no way was he moving even for a second, his worry and frustation just as fresh as it had been when he locked the door behind him, accompanied by the first of many bangs and snarls and shouts from the other side from Aiden who could smell him, but couldn’t reach him. When they’d agreed on this plan, Lambert never thought in a thousand years that they’d have to use it. Unfortunately for him it was one of the few things that Vesemir and Aiden had whole heartedly agreed on. If Aiden was to continue visiting the Keep they needed something in place in case something like this happened, Lambert was loath to let him work through it in the forests surrounding Kaer Morhen where he could fall victim to exposure, among other things, and letting him roam the keep when he was in the throes of Cat madness was out of the question. Accidental or not, Lambert knew from personal experience that Aiden hurting someone he cared about when in this state only pushed him dangerously close to it taking hold again. And so, this was the compromise that had been reached, Lambert playing jailer while waiting for Aiden to come through the other side alone and hurting.

It took him a few moments to realise that the room (more like a cell at this point in time) had been fairly quiet for a while now.

“Aiden?”

No response. That worried Lambert more than the constant barrage of noise had and he scrambled to his feet, dropping the key twice as he fumbled to get it in the lock.

“Aiden?”

Lambert’s heart broke a little for his love as he took in the sight before him. Aiden was crouched on all fours in a corner of the room, taking shaky breaths and dripping with sweat and blood. The same blood that was covering the walls in various places from where Aiden had clawed and punched.

“Oh, Kitten.” Lambert made to step forwards only to be made to stop by a flinch and a low growl. Lambert bit his lip, this was bad. He so wanted to gather Aiden in his arms and take care of him now the worst had passed but that wasn’t happening whilst Aiden was throwing him a look suggesting that he was in danger of getting his eyes clawed out if he took one step closer. Unbidden, a memory found it’s way to the forefront of Lambert’s mind.

 

“Will you stop squirming already?”

“It’s not my fault your hands are so cold! You dunk them in ice water before you came back up here or what?” Aiden complained from where he was lying shirtless on the bed.

“My cold hands are going to be the least of your problems in a minute.”

“That a promise?”

Lambert let out a warning growl as he went to dab at the wound on Aiden’s stomach again, the Cat flinched minutely but didn’t pull away this time, allowing Lambert to finish up cleaning and treating it. A flesh wound, it would be gone in a day or so.

“Good boy.” Lambert said absentmindedly and patting Aiden’s uninjured side in what was supposed to be condescension until he both felt and heard the hitch in the others breath. He flicked his eyes upwards, as much as Aiden was trying his hardest to avoid eye contact it was obvious that the Cats pupils had dilated slightly accompanied a small spike of arousal.

Huh.

“Aiden, you want to be good for me, don’t you?” He asked experimentally, letting his hand drift down to Aiden’s thigh as he dropped the cloth back in the slightly bloody water next to the bed.

Aiden tried to fight back a noise of want and failed miserably.

Lambert slowly trailed both hands up to Aiden’s wrists, guiding them above Aiden’s head

“Then behave. Leave these here, let me hear you properly and I’ll make sure you’re rewarded.” He said, squeezing Aiden’s wrists briefly for emphasis and rewarding him with a kiss when Aiden nodded eagerly before curling his fingers into the pillow as Lambert started slowly making his way downwards.

 

Lambert went back to contemplating the figure in front of him. It was entirely different circumstances but it wouldn’t hurt to try. He was always one for experimenting after all.

“Aiden, it’s me.” He took a slow step forwards,  “I just need you to stay there a second, alright?” Another step. Aiden growled again in response but didn’t move as he kept still slightly hazy eyes firmly on Lambert, “Good boy, that’s it. You’re doing so well for me.”

And so it went, Lambert slowly making his way over, keeping up a steady stream of “Good boy, you’re alright. So good doing what I asked, so brave.”

It was when Lambert crouched down in front of him, taking a bloody hand in his and praising Aiden yet again for not attacking him that the Cat seemed to come back to himself a little more, letting out a shaky “Lambert?”

“I’m here, Kitten.” Lambert answered, trying not to wince at the wooden splinters buried under broken nails. He suddenly found the hand replaced with an arm full of shaking Cat, who appeared to be apologising to him over and over.

“I didn’t....” Aiden trailed off, gazing at Lambert pleadingly with watery eyes.

“No, everyone’s fine. You did so well, following Vesemir’s instructions and letting me bring you here. If anyone should be apologising it’s me for leaving you in here alone.”

Aiden shook his head, “No. Didn’t want to hurt...”

“I know, and I love you so much for that.”

He grabbed Aiden’s chin gently and guided it to the crook of his neck when it looked like he was moving to take in the state of the room. He knew Aiden would be able to smell the blood and no doubt feel the pain in his broken hands and the scratches on his arms and face (because of course Aiden would turn on himself when there was nobody else. Fuck, Lambert was an idiot for not considering that) but that didn’t mean Lambert wanted him to see it.

“I’m taking us to our room. Focus on me until we get there. Alright?” he asked, hoisting Aiden into his arms again as he stood and giving another quiet “Good boy.” When he felt Aiden nod against his neck and bury his nose deeper.

[irigy]

THIS IS A STORY ABOUT REVENGE. and how two enemies used to be friends

;; cvnt - sophie hunter ;; maggots - ashnikko ;; nervous system - bad omens, iris.exe ;; i spit on your grave - zand ;; hex so heavy - bambie thug ;; throne - bring me the horizon ;; nowhere to go - bad omens ;; villain - k/da ;; you wish - flyana boss ;; not my fault - reneé rapp, megan thee stallion ;; cpr - cupcakke ;; bed chem - sabrina carpenter ;;

[     PERSONAL.     ]

01. how  many  languages  does  your  character  speak ?

Kiyan's been around for a long time, so naturally he speaks quite a lot of languages. The ones he's most fluent in are latin, gujarati, english, french and german.

02. how  does  your  character  express  anger  ?

Quietly. He's a demon. Anger is an emotion he lives with. Doesn't necessarily conquers it, nor does he want to. Wrath flows through his veins, as does the rest of the seven deadly sins, living in constant war amongst each other, rather than in harmony, as is the way of the chaos that is the innermost thoughts and feelings of a demon. When Kiyan is angry he grows eerily quiet. For someone that always makes an effort to break the silence in a room, it is almost scary to see him do the exact opposite. And you'd better be scared, for he is probably planning your demise right now. When he's angry he is cruel, vengeful and ignorant to anyone's pleas. He does not stop until he is satisfied.

03. what  is  your  character's  home  like  ?  (  do  they  like  it  ?  where  would  they  live  if  they  could  ?  )

Kiyan has an apartment above the club where he goes when the weekend gets too busy. Otherwise, he has a property on the outskirts of the town with a huge mansion that is way too big for just one person. Which is why he has staff to run it for him. His butler is called Artem, a sleep paralysis demon who's indebted to Kiyan for a couple hundred more years. They hate each other.

04. how  does  your  character  handle  conflict  ?

With a big smile on his face. He thrives on conflict. PLEASE yell at him!!

05. how  does  your  character  display  affection  ?

Softly. Gently. Dare I say in a bashful way--- he's not used to it, and he needs practice. His love languages are quality time (giving) and words of affirmation (receiving).

[     SUPERNATURAL.     ]

01. when  did  you  character  first  notice  their  powers  /  differences  ?

He doesn't really remember it's been wayyy too long and he was tortured in hell for what felt like eternity and his trauma response was to literally forget everything so... he kind of just remembers always having and using his powers.

02. how  does  your  character  feel  about  their  abilities  /  species  ?

Demons have more fun <3

03. what stereotypical traits of their species does your character show ? are there any ways in which they subvert them ?

Kiyan thrives on chaos. I think it's safe to say that they are a very stereotypical demon, they embrace their vices, they do not feel guilt, making others mad brings them joy. They enjoy dancing on the edge of another's patience, they like push their boundaries. However, they are definitely not as cruel as they could be. Nor do they want to be as cruel.

04. what's  your  muse's  favorite  ability  /  the  one  they  use  the  most ?  why ?

Disguise for sure. Helps a lot in most pranks he pulls on people.

05.what  is  your  character's  reason  for  being  guided  to  portum ?

Well that's a secret uwu

[daniii-draws]

About Kiyan:

Birthday: 12/04

Specialty dish: Masala Cheese Balls

Constellation: Cor Lunare (lunar heart)

Vision: Anemo

Weapon: Catalyst

Kiyan has a bright and charming personality. He’s very smart due to the amount of time that he spent in the labs with his father when he was a kid, picking up some knowledge here and there. He tends to be very curious about new things and is willing to learn about them. He comes off as a bit intimidating at times but once you get to know him, he’s a big softie and is very playful. He also tends to be a big flirt and is confident with his anemo power. If something makes him upset or mad, he will not hesitate to bite back which causes him to be reckless at times. He loves wandering around sumeru and exploring new places. He doesn’t have a permanent home, but he will occasionally return to a small campsite he set up near Varanara.

Kiyan Lore:

Kiyan was created by a Khaenri’ahn alchemist who also studied the stars and the moons. The alchemist was fascinated by the wonderful floating rocks and tried to implement astrology into his creations. This alchemist studied the art of Khemia and was Rhinedottir’s apprentice for a few years. A few months before, while Rhinedottir was in the process of creating Albedo, the astronomer was finally fed up with the talented alchemist, due to her strict behavior and long hours in the lab. He never felt the appreciation from her and would always be the one to blame for any failures. The only reason he stayed was to expand his knowledge of Khemia. Once he believed he learned all that he could from her, he left.

The alchemist did not leave empty handed. He wrote on napkins, scraps of paper, anything that he could put words on, he wrote and stuffed it into a journal that is now overflowing with knowledge from Rhinedottir. Since he was there while she was still in the process of creating Albedo, he contained some of the knowledge to create his own human as well. He wanted to prove to Rhinedottir that he was capable and skilled.

The process was full of trial and error, but he never gave up. Until one day, he was successful in his creation and the little synthetic human was brought to life. The baby was Kiyan, his eyes shimmered a bright purple as he opened them but soon died down, to reveal his brown eyes. The alchemist was overjoyed, he couldn’t believe his eyes. He packed his bags, grabbed the bottle that contained a baby Kiyan and immediately set off to Sumeru to show his closest friends what he had accomplished. He was so ecstatic about his success, that he completely forgot to go and boast about it to Rhinedottir.

The alchemist introduced the baby to his friends. Everyone was surprised and shocked. They bombarded the Alchemist with a million questions and studying the little Kiyan in the bottle. A few months go by and Kiyan was beginning to grow. He was calm and rarely cried. The alchemist at first paid little to no attention to Kiyan in the first few months. Once Kiyan let out his first cry, the alchemist realized something: he didn’t know how to raise a kid. Kiyan’s cries were soft and as the alchemist approached the crib where the baby lay, he realized he was responsible for this little creation now.

A few years passed, and Kiyan was healthy and happy. He was incredibly smart for his small age and would always be by his father’s side whenever he worked on a project. The alchemist did not expect to grow so attached to him. He showed him the teachings of alchemy, he bought him clothes, whenever he needed to go to another nation for research, he would bring Kiyan along as he refused to leave him behind. He brought him to the labs in Sumeru, his close friends practically adopted Kiyan as well. Kiyan was bright and always loved being with his father and his friends. He would often be in the lab with the other alchemists or outside looking for plants and flowers. He was a happy kid, growing up a normal life.

Then, the fall of Khaenri’ah happened. Kiyan was still a child when he and his father were in his father’s lab. The ground was shaking, the buildings were crumbling. The alchemist and Kiyan grabbed as much as they could and ran out of the house before it collapsed on itself. The sounds of screaming could be heard throughout the nation. Kiyan and his father ran, he had no way of contacting his close friends in Sumeru, but he knew he had to at least get Kiyan there. They ran until suddenly, Kiyan was pushed forward. He looked back and saw that his father had been crushed from a falling rock, his hand was the only thing showing. Kiyan only stared in fear, the world around him paused. He walked up to the rock and saw his father’s hand. It was holding the little plush that his father had made for him. Kiyan picked it up and stood there, paralyzed. The world around him did not matter. His father taught him everything. Everything except how to live without him. He began to walk backwards, unsure of what to do, where to go. He clutched the plush in his hands and began to run, leaving his father’s body and never looking back. A familiar voice called out to Kiyan, it was one of his father’s friends. The Sumeru alchemist and a couple of other familiar faces were also there. Kiyan ran to them as fast as he could, until the ground underneath them started to crumble. He eventually reached them and they had a device that could teleport them back to Sumeru. Before they had a chance to use it, monsters rampaged across the land, soon killing the Sumeru alchemists as well. Kiyan was badly wounded as he lay beside his lifeless friends, who he considered family. He noticed the teleportation device was still in one of the alchemist’s hands and he took it. As he stood up, the monsters took notice and ran back to finish off Kiyan. He was then met with a swirl of light, a vision. He quickly grabbed it and tried to keep the monsters away as much as he could, but they were too strong. He used all of his strength and managed to hold them back for a little until he finally was able to use the transportation device.

He landed in an unfamiliar land in Sumeru. He began walking until he collapsed under a tree from exhaustion. By the time he awoke, he was in a small house, his body ached, his heart ached even more as he recalled what had happened. He wasn’t sure how long he was out. He looked at his surroundings and saw that he was covered in leaves and a blanket. On the table beside him was his plush. He took it in his hands and finally let the tears fall from his eyes. Soon a little round creature appeared at the door. Kiyan had heard of these creatures from the Sumeru alchemists. It was an Aranara. The Aranara walked up to him and Kiyan only stared at him, with tears in his eyes. More Aranara started approaching the room. The Aranara gathered around Kiyan, trying to comfort him. They each brought Kiyan a small gift to cheer him up, it would vary from a simple zaytun peach to a garland. Kiyan would grow with the Aranara, until he got older and set off on his own. The Aranara forgetting him as the years went on.

[do-androids-dream-ao3acc]

👀 for the choose violence ask game: 1, 7, 8, 12, 19, 25

Hehehehe thank you :)

the character everyone gets wrong

I mean...

7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

This is not even controversial, come on.

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

Okay, that one is hard. Probably... and this is the drama ask, right... probably Lambert/Aiden in general. (I LOVE THEM DON'T GET ME WRONG)

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

Unpopular... hm. I really, really love Kiyan. He didn't deserve his fate. He deserves to be loved.

19. you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

Actually, I am NOT mad or ashamed of anything I like. I always like the villains. ;)

25. common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

Oh, that one I don't know, I'm not deep into the fandom. What are they complaining about, tell me?

[happychappy]

She just told me that her course friend kept being fucking touchy today. Slapping her ass, cuddling her, kissing her fucking head. I can’t help but feel…RED. I feel so fucking possessive I’m so scared I might hurt her. It’s even worse because I used to be insecure about them together but she reassured me. Hearing that…I want to rip her friend’s head off fr. And then she told me that her friend wanted to hookup with her other friend? Like CLEARLY she’d want to get with MY fucking gf too. All those fucking signs and she still has the nerve to say “No ShE woUlD NeVeR hOoKuP wIth Me” ah FUCKARPPP don’t act dumb bro 🧍and then she says “also, her bf will be at the party” but like what the fuck is the difference if she said it about Kiyanou? Make it make fucking sense. All I can think about is claiming her in front of that whole fucking party now. Just fucking her right in front of her friend’s fucking face. Making eye contact with her friend while my fingers are inside her, her juices dripping from her pussy. Like fuck off bro. Don’t touch what’s not fucking yours you hoe motherfucker. I feel such a fucking rage right now I literally just wanted to rip my room apart. What the fuck. I HATE this feeling. Why can’t I be normal? I just want to put a leash on my gf. Give her hickies everywhere. Put handprints on her ass. I want to just mark her. She’s too fucking SEXY. WHY?! Why the fuck does she have to look so fucking good all the fucking time? Why does she have to draw everyone’s attention to her? Why can’t she be like me? My jealousy issues are a lot worse than I thought. It’s like literally any time she gets a smidge of attention from someone else, I shut down and fucking go cry baby. Like fuck up. Just accept that she was born like that and go on your merry way. She can’t control what other people fucking do bro. Oh that’s also why I’m mad. When she was explaining what she was doing when her friend was being a fucking whore, it didn’t seem genuine. Like she didn’t mind it. Where’s the “fuck off bro”? Where’s the getting angry and pushing her away and screaming? No. Just a “stop 😐” NOT ENOUGH FOR FUCKS SAKE. If you liked it then just fucking say that. She said she was into “nonconsensual consent” too 🧍 she’s right next to me and I miss her so much. But I still feel possessive and I don’t want to hurt her. I feel so empty rn bro. I want to cry HAHAHA after such a good night, it had to end like this. Sophia, if you’re fucking reading this…you’ve betrayed me 🧍 even knowing how my trust issues are. Don’t fucking do it again. I promise I’ll literally break up with you over this reason alone. This is a test of trust

So…I’ve been thinking for a pretty long time now. I was making myself more mad just thinking about it. Finding things to get more upset about, to the point where when I closed my eyes, I tried to think about what makes me truly happy and content. First it was my gf, but then I saw her and Amahre and got fucked off. Then I thought about killing Amahre…it felt good. So I started thinking about killing everyone else that ever even simply looked at my gf and I felt satisfied for a while. Then I started thinking…is this worth it? Is this really what our relationship should be like? My baby does so much for me, and I love her so much. Am I really gonna be upset at her about something she couldn’t control? She’s been working so fucking hard today to pull off her amazing performance, and then I end the day being a shitty gf. That’s not how I want it to be. My mood swings are getting too much for me, it’s fucking pissing me off. She doesn’t deserve that at all. I started thinking about all the things she’s said to me, when she’d reassure me or when she’d be there for me. No. She deserves the world and my fucking trust issues are getting in the way of that. I’m going to start trusting her now. If she hurts me, then she hurts me. And we’ll break up. But for now, I’ll trust her for real this time. She fucking belongs to me and no one else, I just have to understand that. I’m the one that gets to hold her, kiss her, love her, fuck her, grow with her, learn with her, experience life with her. I could not be any more lucky than this.

Also…I kept imagining fucking her and I’d say things like “When you cum, I want to hear my name come out of your slutty mouth. You’re gonna cum for me, and only me. Open your fucking mouth and say who you belong to.” And I’d imagine exactly how she’d sound…that made me happy for a while too. I’d also slap her ass and tell her that if anyone else fucking does that to her, you tell them to fuck off and think of me. “If anyone touches you, you think of this moment where I’m fucking you til you only know my name. My hands. My voice. Me.” I don’t know how my brain is so fucking good at talking, but I’m a quiet little bitch when it comes to real life 🧍 I swear in my head, I’m such a good talker. I’m just too insecure to say it out loud. BOOOORIIIINGGGG

[high-on-the-dying-sun]

Wouldn’t a witcher x men crossover be cool? Like the witcher is already pretty crossover friendly bc of Ciri’s powers and there are parallels with the themes of discrimination/ experimentation on those with powers and the characters being used as “living weapons/tools”

absolutely! you can pretty much crossover anything with the witcher due to Ciri's powers. I believe that in The Witcher 3 they vaguely implied that she even went to the world of cyberpunk, which is another CD Project Red game. And Expeditiously with the experimentation Parallels. Because we have the process of making Witchers. And as well as Kiyan who was experimented on by a mage and turned him mad. And the experiments that Trask did to mutants.

[unbury-the-gays]

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Prince Adrien/Kiyan (The Witcher)

Characters: Kiyan (The Witcher)

Additional Tags: Character Study, Self-Esteem Issues, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Scars, Based on Scavenger Hunt: Cat School Gear quest, Demonic Possession

Series: Part 4 of Unbury The Gays

Summary: Witcher Kiyan has been saved from the hands of a sadistic mage, but this marks only the beginning of his journey to regain himself.

This short fic was created for the @save-a-witcher-bingo event and fills the square: Scars

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Kiyan looked in the mirror a second time a month after his rescue. The first time he remembered vaguely. Mostly he remembered the wave of revulsion and the taste of bile in his mouth. The actual image in the mirror was a dark blur in his memory, unrecoverable. But Kiyan was stubborn and determined to get over what had been done to him, so here he was. Shirtless in front of Adrien’s big, fancy, expensive mirror, clenching his teeth, forcing his eyes open to meet his own haunted gaze.

Although his body was completely healed, the scars on his skin were arranged in an unfamiliar pattern. These were not mementos of any of the injuries Kiyan had earned during his time on the Path. They were also not a memory of the tortures that Ireneus inflicted on him. Ireneus hadn’t done anything so simple as leave scars. By the time he’d been rescued, Kiyan had no skin left to heal into scars. But a few of the scars crossing his skin now were eerily familiar, even though they weren't his.

Kiyan barely remembered how he had been saved. During his torture and possession, he had fantasized about rescue many times. The demon himself gave him these visions, and then brutally forced him back into his pain-wracked body and ripped away even those scraps of hope. By the time the rescue had been real, Kiyan had been so lost in his agony that he still wasn’t sure what parts had been real and what had been just more of the demon’s cruel whims. But his skin, that he remembered. The tapestry of unfamiliar scars reminded him constantly of the truth of that memory.

Kiyan forced his eyes to trace the pattern of scars he saw in the mirror. His skin itched with phantom pain under each scar. Pain he had never felt, never earned. His body had been nothing but pain, by the end, but not those pains. They weren't his scars. It wasn't his skin and it wasn't his life. He hadn’t earned it. He had stolen it, too weak to survive on his own. He was a thief, a disgusting thief marked forever with scars. This cruel return to life had been chosen for him; neither he nor the owner of this skin had wanted this, and now he was living a stolen life inside the skin of a man he had never deserved to call his friend.

A wave of anger and disgust swept over him. His fist flashed out and hit the smooth surface of the mirror, shattering it into dozens of shards. He didn't want to see his reflection. He didn't deserve to have one. He should have died, should have ceased to exist.

Perversely, the mirror still showed him his reflection. He was still there, now shown twisted and deformed in numerous shards, each reflecting him from a different angle depending on where they fell. Broken and twisted, marked by not-his scars, but he was still there.

You can't really break a mirror, you can only multiply it. Something dark and hideous moved in the back of his head. A cold shiver ran down Kiyan's spine. The mirror shards became dozens of evil eyes judging him.

This feeling of being watched would never leave him.

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Note:

We had a bit of a problem with this text, because the whole scene is strongly related to how Kiyan was saved, which we haven't covered yet in the main story. So, without giving you the whole plan to save Kiyan, you need to know that Kiyan got his skin back thanks to someone else's sacrifice. Neither Kiyan nor the person who was sacrificed wanted this, but these decisions were made for them.

[scvntillas]

there  was  no  reasoning  with  a  mad  man  .  that's  what  cal  had  told  her  once  ,  and  now  they'd  come  to  realise  the  saying  was  probably  made  for  kiyan  .  he  would  never  listen  to  reason  or  consider  what  other  people  might  want  .  kanda  knew  it  was  a  lost  cause  but  that  didn't  mean  she  would  just  roll  over  automatically  .  "i  don't  care  what  you  think  ,"  kanda  replied  in  a  bored  tone  .  "i  also  don't  care  about  who's  brain  i'll  melt  if  you  do  anything  to  make  cal  upset  .  every  vessel  you  pick  i'll  make  sure  my  voice  is  the  last  thing  they  hear  ."  they  took  a  long  drag  of  their  cigarette  and  let  the  smoke  mix  with  kiyan's  across  the  night  sky  .  "i'm  allowing  you  to  enter  ,  but  i  meant  what  i  said  ."

"Well I think..." He started, lighting her cigarette before doing the same to his own, taking a long drag to build anticipation ( and to calm himself ). "...that you've got a stupid concept of trouble and probably need to sit down and think about it a little longer. Not everything is black and white, y'know." Though... being called trouble itself did sound rather cool. His gaze dropped to her feet and then climbed up again to meet her narrowed eyes, not quite impressed with her antagonism. "First of all... technically it wouldn't be my brain, it would be the brain of this poor sod I'm possessing. Secondly... yes, it does bring something to my table. More proof that you're annoying. Besides, I told you it was a joke!"

[blooodymoon]

Lore-Only Gwent Cards Cat Witchers (Named)

→ Voicelines

School of the Cat

Masterpost

Card Art from Gwent.One My Edit

Card Texts under the Cut

Mad Kiyan We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far.

Gaetan “Murder me just to save few crowns? I’m supposed to protect whoresons like that?” ⁠— Gaetan Brehen Known as the Cat of Iello. A moniker earned not from origins, but as a result of slaughtering peasants there. More of a massacre, really.

Gezras of Leyda “Take a contract from Aen Seidhe over a dh'oine any day, as you’re far less likely to receive a knife between the ribs in place of coin.” ⁠— Gezras

[zkretchy]

Every now and then when I go through my Gwent cards I remember Kiyan isn’t with the rest of the cats in the scoiatel camp but instead in the Northern Realms (you get tortured into madness by some mage in Novigrad and suddenly you are in another faction than the rest of your peers, smh)

Funnily enough I do actually have all the Cats...except for Kiyan (to be fair I rarely glance at NR <-<”)

[jayofolympus-writes]

My contribution to The Witcher Flash Fic Challenge #032 was more Kiyan! Much love to @continentcakeshop for all the Kiyan love inspiring this fic, and to @hungarianbee for the lore!

Kiyan's mind is a tricky place to navigate, but if Yennefer is to bring him back to himself, she must find her way through the woods and find the sad man hiding there.