#the Witcher au

[raynecreates]

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[letshareapapou]

"He called himself Jaskier, bit too pretty of a name for a witcher if you ask me."

[the-nettle-knight]

After seeing Paul Bullion in the Acolyte I was reminded of Melina plaiting Lambert's hair in the amazing Accidental Warlord series by @inexplicifics . Please ignore some of the weird shading, I've been working on this for ages and have stopped making any real progress on it.

Pose reference from Adorkastock and costume reference/inspo from a variety of Armstreet clothes

This is the flat colour version which I'm also really proud of!

Also I am a big Lambert/Aiden and Lambert/Aiden/Milena shipper too this is just the pose that jumped out at me and I'm still working on pieces with multiple people in

[could-they-be-a-pro-wrestler]

[medusapelagia]

10 - The Tower of Terror

written for @steddieangstyaugust (prompt: "Where were you?”) and @augustwritingchallenge (Prompt: enemies to allies) and @aug-kissed (prompt: Blow a Kiss) Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve/Eddie TW: Witcher AU, violence, blood, injuries Words: 1626

(An AU inside an AU?!?! Yes 😂)

When Steve’s mom dragged him to Kaer Morhen as a kid, Steve didn’t know that she was selling him to the mages to make a witcher out of him. He just thought it was a funny adventure. They rode in a little carriage together with some cabbages, and then they crossed the woods and started the same long path that now Steve is walking down, holding Roach's bridle with one hand, guiding the stubborn girl down the steep slope.

Steve never knew how much the mages gave his mom. He hopes they gave her a lot, she still had other five kids at home and he was just another mouth to feed: too young and weak to be really helpful working at the farm.

Now his mom and his brothers are long gone, but Steve is still there, doing what he was raised to do: killing monsters.

At the end of the winter, he says his brothers and their father goodbye, and gets back on the path, ready to kill monsters and humans alike. Because sometimes, the worst monsters have human skin.

On his back are his two faithful swords, silver and iron, that he keeps in tiptop shape, cleaning and sharpening them every night before resting.

He doesn’t stop at the first few villages, he wants to leave them to his brothers, but he keeps walking toward the farthest towns, looking for little villages that definitely need a witcher, even if most of them can’t really afford him. But Steve was never too high-maintenance: if the people are nice to him and they really need help, he will help them, in exchange for some food and a comfortable place to sleep. 

He would probably help them for free as well, but even witchers need to eat and sleep.

That’s how he finds out about the Tower of Terror. An old tower that’s all that remained of a big castle up the hills and that was destroyed during a strong earthquake.

He’s eating some bland soup, the only thing he can afford at the beginning of the hunting season, when a man, wearing fancy clothes, sits next to him.

“You’re a witcher, aren’t you?”

“What gave it away? The white hair or the yellow eyes? Maybe the two swords on my back?” Steve asks sarcastically, he doesn’t want to have anything to do with rich men, they are the ones that always try to fuck him up and pay him less than the agreed amount.

“Snarky, aren’t you? I thought all of you were grumpy and scary men.” 

“Met many witchers?” Steve asks without even turning.

“A couple. When I was a kid. Anyway, I have a job for you. I want you to go to the Tower of Terror and free the place from all the monsters that inhabit that place.”

Steve lifts an eyebrow, “Did they attack the village?”

“Not yet. But they are monsters! We can’t live under the threat of those monsters coming for us if we want to become a bigger village. You see? At the moment all we have are just a few houses, but the road that leads to us is the quickest route to get to Hawkins. If we manage to kill every monster in the Tower of Terror, we will be finally able to attract more travelers and become a bigger city.”

“And make more money.”

“And make more money.” The man agrees, “The tower is full of gold and jewels, you could take anything you want once you clean it from the monsters. So what do you say? It’s a pretty big deal.”

“What kind of monsters haunt the tower?” Steve asks, squinting his eyes, pensive.

“How the fuck would I know! I never got there.”

“I don’t take jobs if I don’t know what I’m facing.”

“Oh. Too bad. Well, I guess I’ll ask the other witcher.”

That catches Steve's attention. What other witcher? He concentrates, trying to find a slow heartbeat like his but finds none.

“Oh, he’s not here yet, but we sent a messenger a few weeks ago and he promised to come soon. In the beginning, I thought it was you, but the messenger told me about dark pitch-black hair, so…”

There’s one witcher crazy enough to accept a job without knowing what the fuck he’s going to face. A witcher on his back has two swords and a lute. A witcher that’s crazy like all the witchers from the Cat School. 

Eddie.

Steve takes his bowl of soups and gulps it down in one go, slamming it on the table, “Good for you.” he says, leaving the tavern.

He’s not even halfway through the village when he hears a familiar voice singing a stupid song, he turns in time to see Eddie get off his dark horse and put away his lute.

“When the tavern owner told me a grumpy witcher with white hair came to the rescue I couldn’t believe my luck.” He grins, getting closer to Steve who is still riding Roach.

“Not here to help you. Just looking for a job.”

“Are you saying to me you’re allergic to money? Because, my dear Steve, that castle is full of gold and jewels. So full that you won’t have to hunt for at least ten years.”

“And became old and fat in the meantime? No thanks.”

“Come on! It will be fun! You and me against the world!”

“There’s no you and me. There’s you. And there’s me. And our paths won’t cross again.”

“Oh, you weren’t so adamant when I was fucking you against the tree in the middle of the woods a few summers ago.”

“That was a one-time thing. And we were drunk.”

“Were we, Stevie?” Eddie asks, licking his lips and showing the little cat fangs.

“We come from different schools.”

“Doesn’t mean we are enemies. I'm pretty fond of you, actually.” Eddie says, blowing him a kiss and then winking at him.

“It does,” Steve replies, deadpan, before hitting Roach in the stomach and pushing her to gallop away.

“Tomorrow, at first lights! I’ll be there, waiting for you!” Eddie yells, but Steve doesn’t even turn.

***

Steve doesn’t sleep. He doesn’t even meditate. He just tosses and turns, thinking about that only night he shared with Eddie years before. How good it felt to be adored and loved even if it wasn’t real.

Finally understanding he won’t get any more sleep he sits near the ember of his fire, trying to remember everything he knows about the Tower of Terror. He has definitely read something about it but now all he can think about are pale hands wrapping his sex while a horny voice whispers dirty things in his ear.

If Eddie is really going to get into the Tower alone he will die, and those hands will never touch Steve again with reverence and desire.

It’s not Steve’s problem. If Eddie wants to die he’s free to do as he wishes.

Roach turns her head, glaring at him from the tree she’s tied to.

“Ok, I get it. I get it.” Steve sighs, dismounting the camp and preparing himself to fight.

***

It’s the smell of blood to guides him through the stupid tower, not the greedy, as Eddie insists when they meet in a maze of corridors.

The dark-haired witcher is holding his side, a deep wound gushing blood through his fingers, but Steve doesn’t have the time to take care of his injuries, because the monsters with no eyes are attacking them again, their shriek so loud on Steve’s sensitive ears that he has to fight with himself not to drop his sword and protect his ears with his hands.

With a slash, he cuts the arm that’s reaching out toward his head and when the creature loses its balance, Steve’s sword pierces him from side to side. He doesn’t even have the time to retrieve the blade, when another creature, smaller than the first, attacks him, making him fall on his back while he tries to keep the monster’s mouth away from his face. Steve kicks it in the stomach and the creature yelps, recoiling just enough to give Steve the time to grab the dagger from his belt and cut its throat.

The dark and warm blood falls on his clothes and his face, and Steve curses, kicking the dead beast.

“You should think about dyeing your hair.” Eddie chuckles, spitting some blood, “Black maybe it’s a little too dark fir your skin complexion, but I think chestnut would be perfect for you.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Steve replies, trying to determine how bad the injury is.

“Where were you? I thought we agreed to be here at dawn.”

“I didn’t agree.”

“I heard you growl, distinctly. That’s not how your school expresses agreement?”

“Fuck you.” Steve says, fishing some vials for his bag, “Take this.”

“Swallow? How magnanimous of you.” 

“Just drink it and let’s get out of here.”

“Can’t.”

“Come on Eddie. Not even a cat can be so stupid to risk his life for some jewels that were probably stolen ages ago.”

“Have you ever seen monsters like these?” Eddie asks, pointing to the two dead creatures.

Steve squints at the monsters without eyes. He doesn’t remember having read anything about them in the book he studied, and he definitely hadn’t met such creatures before.

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that if you come with me we could find something more than gold and jewels.” Eddie drinks the potion in one go and gives the vial back to Steve, “Can we be allies, for once?”

Steve stares at the other witcher who slowly gets up, one hand still protectively in front of his wounded side.

Allies.

Just for this time.

They shake hands, and then their medallions start to shake like crazy.

(Should I start working on a Part 2???)

[sebesun]

It was a little whisper I was like mk yeah i gotta drwer that

Red Dead Witcher... Witcher Dead Redemption... wahoo

[youuuuegg]

Treat Prompt for 19/10: Badass magical battles

[zoeysdamn]

Witcher!Ahsoka is my new baby now

her and Ciri would be such good friends *sob*

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[migraine-sky]

5/9 - The Green Knight AU

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The next morning, Julian sets off on a hunt, while Geralt sleeps late. Yennifer sneaks into Geralt’s chambers and attempts to seduce him. Geralt rejects her advances, but she steals one kiss from him. That evening, when the host gives Geralt his gain, Geralt kisses him, since he has won one kiss from the lady.

[mischievous-thunder]

Jaskier about Geralt, during their courting period: How cutely Geralt hogs the blankets in his sleep and rolls over!

Also Jaskier to Geralt, after getting married: If you truly care about the well-being of your knees, you need to learn to keep them off my side of the bed at night.

[0dde11eth]

Au where jaskier becomes the secretary for modern witchers. They've all combined under one company with the CEO named white wolf.

Their previous secretary was a phone where the options listed which problem you might have by pressing the corresponding number

1: necrophages

2: drowners and water based beasts

3: werewolves

4: cursed object or spell gone wrong

5: wyvern or other flying beasts

6: magic user wanting specialty ingredients

7: vampires

8: insect based monster

9: for all other inquiries, please leave a message and we will get back to you as soon as we can

This secretary is a big improvement.

Cute, and he always refills the candy jar

[avixenk]

HELLO I'M BACK ON MY AU BULLSHIT

Witcher!Jaskier might just be the most fucked up experiment in Witcher history. Those fucked-in-the-head mages decided they wanted to see what would happen if you took a mutated Cat Witcher kid and then mutate them again with the Viper methods. Somehow Jaskier (Julian) survived it so now he's double mutated, part Cat and part Viper. Arguably the two most fucked up of the schools.

Perhaps he's just the normal level of crazy, maybe double, or maybe in some cosmic joke or other the two crazies cancelled each other out.

His abilities and senses are either matched or are better than Geralt's. Maybe his hair is all white too or there are just a few strands of brown hair that clung on.

Jaskier is very much both a Cat and a Viper Witcher. He's gone through both of their training and trials. He's done some awful things for coin and he, as witchers do, hates himself for them.

He melted down his cat and viper medallions and with it made a Sabertooth Tiger headed medallion for himself.

[paprotkarotka]

So witcher au? I love the witcher books and istg i spent like 800 hours in the witcher 3, i wouldn’t be myself if I didn’t do the witcher au.

Dream is Aen Saevherne, Aen Elle sage, travelling. He accidentally stumbles upon (almost dying) Hob, fighting leshy, and decides to help him.

So basically I want Dream to be very similar to Avallac’h, he travels in the same fashion, as he is the elvish “knowing one”. So he teleports accidentally near the place where Hob is leading his losing battle agains the leshy. He tries to leave the poor witcher to die, as it isn’t Dream’s problem but he… can’t. So 15 minutes and one dead leshy later, Dream is patching Hob up and cooking him soup. Hob of course can’t help himself and taunts Dream that oh, he knew immediately, that he was an Aen Elle elf, bc The Continent elves aren’t as conceited. Also smth about stick in one’s arse.

And then, also, he thanks him, smiling sweetly and Dream knows he’s doomed and won’t be able to say no to this man. So Hob starts to follow Dream like a lost puppy, but Dream doesn’t mind. It works for them. A happy witcher and an elf from another world. A strange pair.

[life-as-a-gamergirl]

Lord!Jaskier and Commander!Geralt AU

First encounter

*In the Great Hall of the Pankratz' manor*

Lord Pankratz: "Son, I introduce to you Geralt of Rivia, new commander of the guards as well as your personal escort during your daily activities."

*Enter Geralt: clad in full armor that highlights his strong legs, narrow waist, wide shoulders, with his handsome face, mysterious-looking scars, beautiful golden eyes, luscious white hair. All in all Jaskier's wet dreams come true.*

Jaskier: *whispering to himself* “And hopefully also for the nightly ones because holy shi—” 

 Geralt: *kneeling in front of them* "My lords, Geralt of Rivia reporting for duty." *turning towards Jaskier* "It is an honour to meet you, Young Lord. I'm at your service."

Jaskier, already coming up with foolproof plans to seduce that God of a man: *horny evil bard-lord noises* "Pleasure's aaaaaall mine, my dear."

[kath-trashh]

rough designs for spiderkids in my witcher au auishdbd i’m rly happy w how they turned out actually it’s kind of embarrassing

[bookcalanthedaily]

awaken what lays dormant: destiny's clutch.