#witcher cat au

[drachedraws]

witcher au- with my friends cats :)

[catscraftsandcommentary]

Set in @inexplicifics' Accidental Warlord AU,

Someone starts a rumor that Eskel gives the best hugs of all the witchers. (Everyone knows he gives good hugs, that's not in question, but the best?)

The Cats - chaotic, competitive, and cuddly brats that they are - immediately decide to challenge this. The Cranes - just as chaotic, but in a "can we science or explode this" way - jump in with ideas on how to test it.

Of course it spirals.

By the end of the week, the Cranes have organized a competition - complete with rules - to determine which witcher gives the best hugs. There's an entire scoring rubric. And criteria for who can judge. And who can enter, and how.

Several of the more sensible residents of the keep just back away slowly.

Jaskier, of course, cheers the mischief on whole-heartedly...and then nominates Geralt and Eskel (as a team) and Aubry (by himself).

(The Cranes quickly reshuffle things to add a team bracket. Cedric and Axel start looking for someone to nominate THEM.)

Somehow, the children of the keep - at least the ones unrelated by adoption or step-parenthood to competing witchers - end up as judges.

The Cats are sure they have this in the bag. They're funny! They're friendly! They like cuddling! They even PURR! Clearly there's no competition. Eskel's done for.

...

...

...then Letho dark-horses his way into the title of "cuddliest witcher ever."

[marshallmigraine]

sugimoto werewolf AU??

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 36

THE WIFI WENT OUT LAST NIGHT AND I COULDN'T POST MY PROMPT! AAAAA No fear... You will feast today with TWO prompts! The Wolves are the most notorious and feared gunman gang to ever cross the wild west. They've known to frequent a certain bar recently, purely for the man the bar hires to perform there near-nightly. The entire gang loves him and his music, but all of them know damn well that Geralt likes the man a little extra. The singer's music seems to soothe him more than it soothes his brothers. His dumb jokes make Geralt snort or dryly chuckle more than the others. The best part about this performer (aside from giving them all something to tease Geralt about) is that he either has no idea who they all are, or he doesn't care. He winks over at them, he'll raise a glass to cheers them, one night he even danced directly on their table, evidently loving the gang's uproarious cheering as he did so. One night, Lambert comes to them from wherever he rides off to every few weeks and comes back with wagonloads of information, and tells them that he's just learned that The Cats were coming here to fulfil a contract to kill the singer, and given how long it took him to get back, they could be trying to do it as they speak. So the gang ride into town, find the singer, grab him, and ride him back to their camp to protect him from the rival gang that wants to kill him. They just forget to tell him the "we're protecting you" part. Jaskier is really enjoying this gig he's had at this shitty bar for the past few months. This group of burly grumpy men seem to hate everyone and everything but him. It's quite an ego boost, really. Especially the handsome one with white hair. He's sure they liked him. I mean, there were a few times they tipped him enough money for him to rent a room for another month! That's why he's so confused when one night they snatch him right before he goes on to perform and they ride him away from civilization. Oh fuck- Is this how he dies?!

[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???)

[thedemonofcat]

Modern au meet cute thanks to cat Roach: Geralt Rivia grew increasingly curious as he noticed his cat, Roach, consistently returning home with a series of vibrant collars. This was quite unusual, given that Geralt had never provided any such adornment for his feline companion.

After several weeks of this perplexing occurrence, Geralt decided to embark on an investigation of his own. He trailed Roach one day as she embarked on her usual neighborhood stroll, keen to unravel the mystery.

Eventually, Geralt found himself outside a new house that Roach had led him to, and to his astonishment, the cat began to paw at the door. From a safe distance, Geralt observed as a young man opened the door, welcoming Roach inside without hesitation.

Intrigued by this unexpected development, Geralt decided to approach and introduce himself. It turned out that the young man was Jaskier, who had mistakenly assumed Roach was a stray and had taken it upon himself to feed and care for her whenever she paid a visit.

[meepthemeeping]

Grow With Me

wandering_mushroom

Summary:

Lambert has learned to use emotional walls instead of anger to keep others out. The only ones who were allowed in were Eskel and Geralt, his adopted brothers. Even then, he never gave them specifics of everything. After quitting a job in cybersecurity, he found himself back working in the family greenhouse where he got to put his alchemical and botanical talents to use. He got to encourage things to grow and thrive, even when he didn't grow that much himself. His walls were too comforting, too safe.

Until Aiden came along and decided to prove that walls could be grown through.

[thedeerus]

well, someone is definitely satisfied with such a reward

[witcher au]

[blooms-in-april]

Of all the weirdly specific things to hallucinate about, my fangirl ass has been lucid daydreaming about a Witcher West Side Story where Lambert is Tony, Aiden is Maria, the rumble is the treasonous tournament between the Cat and Wolf schools, and America is a sung by Guxart (as Anita) and the Dyn Marv caravan cat witchers about how much they enjoy getting away from Stygga castle.

[unbury-the-gays]

Chapters: 5/5

Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Prince Adrien/Kiyan (The Witcher)

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

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, New Year's Eve, New Year's Kiss, New Year's Fluff, Sickfic, Fireworks, situationship - Freeform

Series: Part 2 of Stray Cat

Summary: Adrien is sick, stuck in bed on New Year's Eve with a flu that’s only made worse by his mind fixating on Kiyan. After a week of unanswered messages and no sign of the man he can’t stop thinking about, Adrien is on the edge.

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Adrien hoped that after Kiyan had finally opened up a little over the holidays, maybe things would start moving in the right direction. Maybe this bizarre situationship could morph into something less undefined. But that hope had fizzled out along with his energy.

 With a heavy sigh, Adrien dragged his phone out from under the pillow for the hundredth time, staring blankly at the message screen. Their conversation thread was painfully one-sided. The last text read: “At least let me know you’re alive. Everything okay?”

 It had gone unanswered. Just like the five messages before it.

 The worst part was that Adrien’s worry wasn’t completely irrational. When he’d last seen Kiyan, the guy had looked like he’d been in a fight. Judging by the scars Kiyan already carried, it probably wasn’t unusual for him, but Adrien couldn’t shake the image. Was Kiyan ignoring him because he didn’t feel like replying? Or was he lying in some alley, beaten and broken? The thought twisted Adrien’s stomach until he felt even sicker.

 That nagging dread had driven him out night after night, hitting every bar and club in hopes of running into Kiyan the same way he had before. Instead, all he’d found was a nasty cold that had him pinned to bed on New Year’s Eve.

 Adrien knew where Kiyan lived—at least, where he’d spent Christmas Eve. But he had every reason to believe the place was just a squat and that Kiyan might not even be there anymore. And showing up unannounced at his door? That crossed the line into desperate territory, even if Adrien had considered it more times than he cared to admit.

     Please...  

 He started typing another message but stopped, thumb hovering over the keyboard. Was he really about to humiliate himself again? Probably. It wouldn’t be the first time Kiyan had made him feel like a lovesick idiot, and Adrien was sure Kiyan knew exactly how desperate he was. The realization burned, and frustration flared hot enough to make his hands shake.

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[kala4akrabee]

Last year was less normal in my personal life: lost job in a spectacular manner, lost much hair (too bad) and weight (okay), got reinjured (rats), too many friends got serious illnesses (...), and more.

On a positive personal note, I found new cool work and got a very cute car to go there; not too many people I know died; got new lovely friends ( that's the best); did not lost any interest in life yet!

Here, the last cat sketch of 2023. I wish I'll spend some time on the couch, too.

[lonesome-squire]

Cat!Geralt

My unhealthy obsession with the witcher meets my mediocre obsession with wc

[catscraftsandcommentary]

I want the AWAU to get a nurse cat. A fat, lazy, spoiled marshmallow of a cat who hangs out in Triss's sick room and sleeps on the beds all day. Everyone who comes in - the witchers most ESPECIALLY included - are subjected to loud, rumbly purrs and forceful headbutts until they give in and cuddle Nurse Cat.

Who then crawls on their chest or lap and falls asleep. And if anyone tries to move, or make Nurse Cat move, he wakes up and makes very POINTY biscuits on their privates (sometimes while yowling) until they lie back down.

Even Ivar is not immune to this.

Slowly, word spreads throughout the keep: if you go visit Triss, you get to pet a cat! He's soft and warm and friendly! His purrs are very comforting!

...you just need to stay there for several hours. OR ELSE.

(Triss shamelessly bribes Nurse Cat every time he tricks one of her patients into RESTING long enough to heal. It's a big part of why he's so cuddly and fat.)

[joestarlight]

I need to scream about Cat Witcher Jaskier AU.

Once upon a time after The Mountain, Jaskier fell into the hands of a sorcerer fucking with Witcher mutagens. He experimented on Jaskier, and when he thought he failed, left him in a ditch. Jaskier wandered aimlessly, barely alive and unfamiliar with his new body, until Geralt found him. He took him to Kaer Morhen, where they figured out that he had been pumped full of Cat Witcher mutagen. Aiden, who was wintering with Lambert and found him cute, started to train him.

In this AU, Jaskier’s heart was shattered to pieces along with the remains of his old life. He didn’t know how to be Jaskier again, and he carried so much anger towards Geralt and the rest of the world for what had happened. But little by little Geralt helps him bloom again. It isn’t easy and he fucks up a lot. Eventually though they both realize what they mean to each other after Geralt almost dies taking down a fork tail.

I’ve written Geralt in a lot of different scenarios, but I can safely say this is the one where he is the most in love with Jaskier. And that is no small feat because I ALWAYS play these two together! In this au Geralt has learned so much about loss, love, and showing appreciation for those who may not be there tomorrow, he would do ANYTHING for Jaskier, and (much like canon) would do anything for his family.

@cowboybuttconnoisseur and I have a lot of drama planned but I just can’t wait for them to get married because THEY ARE SO IN LOOOOOOVE!!!!

Okay I’m done rambling now maybe one day I’ll write fanfic based on this lol.

[magdelanesingerin]

Ch4: October 4th

After a couple of long, quiet weeks spent in his secluded mountain cabin/prison, Jaskier was starting to get stir crazy and more than a little lonely. 

For the first few days, he wandered the cabin, shuffling from room to room exploring the little bits of the previous owners that had been left behind when they sold it. He’d bought the place furnished, and it was still dotted here and there with personal touches. A slightly blurry framed snapshot of the nearby lake hung in the hallway. A rather hideous, but obviously well-loved crocheted afghan draped over the overstuffed couch. A hand-carved sign by the door with fishing reel on it that said “I’m A Frequent Flyer.” Some old board games stacked in a closet, pieces worn and cards bent. 

He marveled at the amount of wood around him, staring at the knots and whorls and finding shapes in them like clouds. Warm wood paneling on the walls and ceiling. Thick wood Beams holding the place up. Wooden kitchen cabinets. Stripped and lacquered logs used for the banister and railing around the loft. Rough-hewn wooden furniture. He felt like he was living inside a pine tree.

He laid in bed and scrolled his phone, futilely trying to twist his body to just the right angle to get more than one bar of service and waiting impatiently for videos to buffer.

He texted with his friends, reassuring them that he was doing great and staying off social media and the trade blogs like he was supposed to (a blatant lie that Priss had no problem calling him on). He was enjoying the break from the craziness of life in LA, really! He absolutely didn’t need them to drop their own lives and projects just to come out to the middle of nowhere and keep him company.

It had been very different to be here back in July, when he and Priss and Essi had spent the holiday weekend tipsy and laughing and learning to fall off paddleboards on the lake together. Now he was alone, and the little cabin deep in the woods felt less like a rustic adventure and more like being exiled to the ends of the earth. 

They didn’t need to know that, though, It would only make them worry, so he kept it to himself. It was all his own doing, after all. 

And Valdo’s. Fucking Valdo.

Finally the shock of it all started to wear off and boredom took over, which meant that his fingers started to twitch for an instrument. He tried to write, sitting cross-legged on the faded couch with his guitar for hours as he scratched out line after line of lyrics and eventually gave up. He tried pulling out his lute, thinking that maybe the romance of a period instrument in his hands would allow inspiration to strike. After a while he gave up on that, too, still fidgety and itching for something he couldn’t quite name.

Which is why he was lost in his own head, playing through a Bach Partita on the violin when his gorgeous neighbor knocked at his door one afternoon. 

continue on Ao3

[slowpokegamer]

More of my designs for my silly little Warrior Cats AU for the Witcher, featuring the Hansa and that one scene from Baptism of Fire when Dandelion took an arrow to the face and Geralt killed like 7 people