#witcher wolf au

[feelsforsterek]

[nex-has-gender-envy]

Witcher and his Lark

Two 'not so' bound by fate but by choice

Again specically hc designed for fic - With a Conquering Air by @inexplicifics

[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???)

[blooms-in-april]

Writing a Witcher Modern Au and struggling on what Witcher equivalent jobs these motherfuckers would have. Looking for advice!

As of now, it has been mentioned Lambert was briefly a trucker (for ease of movement) but now I don't know WTF he's going to be employed as. He could go back to school for chemistry? Maybe become a bomb squad specialist? Auto body worker? Dunno.

Eskel has a modded out truck called Scorpion so maybe he also works in auto stuff. But he also has goats and loves animals. So vet? Game warden? Livestock vet? I dunno.

Geralt had a job that allowed/required him to travel as well and Jaskier traveled with him to do gigs. (Jaskier is still a musician). Geralt has also killed bad people/monsters as a "favor" in this modern AU. So bounty hunter? Hired muscle/bodyguard? Was he part of a "White Wolf" gang? He also has a horse (Roach) whom he loves so maybe also traveling game warden/livestock vet?

I'm currently envisioning the Renfri incident as him being hired as a bouncer for a club called Blaviken and Renfri and her gang entering to kill Stregobor and shoot the place up, so he kills them and ends up briefly in prison.

Vesemir is ex-army and owns Kaer Morhen (a deteriorating old mountain chalet) and fostered/adopted the three brothers. Other than that, nothing.

Aiden- no idea what his job was other than it required/allowed him to travel in such a way he was able to interact regularly with a traveling trucker Lambert.

Yennefer is a doctor of some kind, probably a neurosurgeon/ psychiatrist. Triss is probably a child psychiatrist/pediatrician. Guxart- no idea except he was in the army with Vesemir.

Please help me out any way I can! I'd really appreciate any insight. Only note is I don't want any of the witchers to be wealthy/super well paid. The fic in question for this is Herodias, it's on Ao3.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57342463

[gregre369]

My main issue with omega verses is the description of their dicks. Omegas in particular, like it’s infantilizing to me, idk. And the words used to describe them just throws me all the way out of the story.

I do read them though because the premise does not bother me. But the bodily description does.

[panur]

you know those time travel AU's where jaskier goes back in time to fuck young Vesemir influence Nightmare of the Wolf timeline, and while that's a lovely plotline i would gladly read it got me thinking...

what if instead of Vesemir, Jaskier met and rescued LUKA?? a hot, adorable, talented bard who is fiercely pro Witchers??

this man would be all over the bard in record time! and Jaskier!

a hot Witcher guy who has a sense of fashion, incredible hair and flirts back??

i want this so badly, if someone ever, please @ me!!

#it’s free real estate prompt just tag me so i can read

[zkretchy]

tbh all alive Wolf Witchers are just as ‘bad’ just in different ways and loudness-levels

[drachedraws]

witcher au- with my friends cats :)

[thisstupidrock]

"Cahir Mawr Dyffryn Aep Ceallach was loyal and that had been the end of his career after sustaining an injury in defense of his Emperor. When a treaty was brokered through marriage to one of the Wolf Lord's council the choice of Nilfgaard's sacrifice was clear.

"Sometimes the path you walked was not the one you would have chosen and the path you choose is never the one you would have thought to walk."

"The Sun Was An Okay Guide" by Faetailty

I love this story! It's written soo wonderfully and I revisit it often (like several times a week). Give it a go!!!

[feelsforsterek]

[nex-has-gender-envy]

Geralt of Rivia

wolfcut is named after Geralt, I stand by that

This design is very personal to fanfic series With a Conquering Air by @inexplicifics .

[I can't get it out of my head]

[rileytwenty]

Honestly this story is crack that I have not proof read, but in terms of plot I love it and if you like Henry Cavill chances are you will too. Thanks for your guys’ support. 

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Captain Syverson (Sand Castle), Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Mike (Hellraiser), Walter Marshall (Night Hunter)

Hybrid AU

Summary: The usually confident Jess's mother is sick with cancer. Preparing to grieve, she goes into the shelter knowing she wants to help a hybrid. She meets Lab/Retriever!Mike and his brother German Shepherd!Syverson, and then, eventfully, she meets and saves Arctic Wolf!Geralt. She also picks up a stray, Malinois!Walter Marshall. She swears that she doesn't have feelings for them, because she can't have feelings for those she has legal power over. It would be immoral. But how can she resist all four of them? How will the house dynamics fall into place, and what will they all have to live through together?

[nucleiaster]

Long time no Witchers!

My partner's Witcher oc Ezé (left) teaching my Mikhail (right) how to look for monster tracks

[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.

[geraskierficrecs]

New Mafia AU Story!

Check out An Offer You Can’t Refuse here.

Teaser:

“Hi!” Jaskier chirped.  He kept his face open and guileless and ignored the way the other wolf swayed closer, helpless against the temptation.  “I just wanted to say thank you for the drink.”

“You’re very welcome.”  Voorhis smirked and tossed a few bills toward Lambert, signaling the bartender imperiously.  “There’s plenty more where that came from.”

It was obvious that Voorhis had never really had to work for sexual favors–nor had he ever had to consider whether his flings might be a threat to him.  In his mind, what couldn’t be bought could be threatened or blackmailed.  Voorhis’ tastes in liquor and sex ensured he never could rise above the position he held now–too much of a liability for his boss to trust in anything besides violence.

In fact, it was entirely possible that Voorhis would be his most useful right before Jaskier gutted him.

He let his eyes grow wide at the display of wealth.  “Are you here with someone?”

Voorhis’s focus dropped to the shadow of a nipple flashing beneath Jaskier’s shirt.  The wolf licked his lips.  “Why?  Were you hoping I’d leave with you?”

“Oh, no, I didn’t– I mean, I wouldn’t expect you to,” Jaskier made a show of ducking his head down like he was hiding a blush.  The movement made it easier to cover the way he’d palmed Voorhis’ phone and slipped it into his own pocket.  “I have to finish my set.”

If he could get Voorhis to follow him willingly out of the club, he could get the information he needed and be gone before anyone thought to question the nameless musician who’d chatted with him at the bar.  Even better if he could just give Voorhis a location to meet him at.  Then he wouldn’t have to burn this fake identity right away.  All he needed to do was ensure Voorhis was obsessed enough to walk away from the safety of Kaer Morhen.