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seancekitsch · 1 month

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Soft, sleepy Cahir? Just...give that man some rest

hey isn't it cool i finally answered this months later!! im sorry my dear :(

“Hi. Can you do enemies to lovers with Cahir? “

i combined the two requests!!!

“Why don’t you just lay down?” you huff, rolling your eyes as you shift on the bed. Cahir sits rigid on the side of the bed, his only resting being his spine against the headboard. His eyes stay fixed on the candle on the table near the window, his body refusing to relax.

“Why?” he asks, “So you can slit my throat while I sleep and claim your reward?”

You smirk, laughing soundlessly.

“Is that a joke?”

Finally, the man turns just ever so slightly to look your way.

“I’d do it to you,” he admits, and yes, you have to understand his point. He’s a two time Nilfgaardian fugitive traveling with a half elf misfit with ties to a witcher. It’s surprising you even got this room at an inn without being arrested.

“And yet here I am lounging comfortably next to you. A beautiful woman in your bed and you sit here sulking,” you tease him, knowing full well that just yesterday you had a knife to his throat. The man is infuriating.

“Some solider you are,” you bite, and maybe thats a little unfair. Cahir turns to you, and in the candlelight you can see just how tired and weak he is, the bags under his eyes purpled and sunken, his brow furrowed with stress, the corners of his mouth turned down as if keeping a straight expression had become too exhausting. He leans in closely.

“Just because I am not some pervert with no honor does not mean I am not a good soldier,” he hisses, and you know you’ve struck deeper than you thought you did.

But you’ve never been one to back down, just diffuse.

“Easy,” you warn, shifting to sit up next to him, leaning towards his frame until you share the same air, “I did not mean to prick you between your armor. I apologize.”

It surprises even yourself how earnest you sound; no, how earnest you are. Cahir’s shoulders slump, conceding.

“You’re right, I’ll lay down,” he nods, shifting on the pillows until he lays next to you, both of you now staring at the ceiling, the candlelight finally starting to dim.

“I should listen to your more, Witch,” he admits, his voice little more than a whisper, “This feels nice.”

You turn to look at him, the ghost of a smile now tugging at his lips. You open your mouth, thinking of something smart to retort with, but nothing comes.

Instead, you let him have this one and try to focus on sleeping.

You wake up warm, warmer than the sun’s light should make you. Fear grips you for a moment, worried the candle your travel companion had lit had tipped over in the night somehow despite the window being firmly shut. But the crackling of flames does not reach your ears, and your body relaxes into the warmth, your eyes shutting tightly as you nuzzle into the warmth and snuggle deeper. This is the comfiest you’ve been in ages, the chill and tension wiped from your muscles.

“Stop- Stop squirming,” the lump of blankets you cling to mutters, and you all but jump away.

“Cahir!” your voice a weak and cracked yelp, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t-“

“Come back,” he mumbles, the crease in his brow pronounced in annoyance.

You ease back in slowly, trying to mimic the natural tangle of limbs that you’d been in since some vulnerable point in the night.

“Thats it,” he encourages you, his arms coming back around you to cradle you gently. You tighten your grip on him slowly, until you’re lazily clutching him with your arms and legs, wrapped around him so naturally. His hand comes up to the back of your head, dipping you further into his chest until you’re laying on him.

“Are you always this clingy in the morning?” you joke, hoping it comes off more playful than moment ruining. He’s not a bad man, as much as you’d like to tell him. Laying with him like this is… nice. Sweet, even.

“Only when my bedmate is as infuriating and… soft as you,” he mumbles against you, sleep creeping back into his voice. As it seems, he was even more tired than you thought. When was the last time he had slept well? Weeks? Months? You dare not ask… years?

You chuckle, and close your eyes, resting your cheek against his clavicle, letting yourself lean into the embrace. Cahir sighs, and his lips brush against your hairline. It’s not a kiss, but it isn’t some innocent gesture either.

You decide not to read too much into it as you fall back asleep.

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railroad-migraine · 2 years

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I saw that you are open to Cahir fics, so I have come to deliver (well, request)

I don’t have anything specific per say, but I’d love to see something enemies to lovers with him. Thank you so much!

"It's Different Now"

-> Cahir x GN! Reader

Notes: Lovedddd writing this. Arguing, confession of feelings. Typical enemies to lovers.

~ Poet

The double doors to the keep are opened as you approach, the cool evening air hitting your face the you step out. But you don't falter, don't hesitate, and push on despite the Black Knight hot on your heels.

Cahir, slightly winded from already chasing you through gardens and hallways, briefly nods to the guards stationed in heavy armour before quickening his pace. There's a sneer on his face the moment he spots you duck into the stables, but he swallows his pride and follows you anyway. He won't let you leave so easily.

He is a human shadow, trailing behind you and maneuvering around stable boys and loose riding equipment hanging from hooks. He narrowly avoids being swatted by an opening stall door or being tripped up by a handler. You, far more confident and sure in your end goal, hastily brush away the hot tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

"Cahir, I do not wish to discuss the matter any further-"

"Of course, because it's so like you to run away when matters become inconvenient," he snarks. His scowl disappears as you remove a saddle from a post and strap it onto your waiting mount. The horse - a gift of thanks for your service to the White Flame, and your escape from this conversation - snuffles at your shoulder comfortingly as you fasten and tighten various buckles. Cahir stands a few feet away, his frown deepening when you continue to avoid his eye. "Surely you do not think this is fair to either of us?"

"Things are different between us now. End of story." Your expression is stony as you mount, as neutral as you can keep it while your heart is breaking.

You both have been stationed together for far too long. So many tactics planned, journeys taken, squads trained. All while you stood by his side, simmering in feelings unbeknownst to you were affectionate, interpreting them as a mutual disdain for each other, and mourning for what could have been. Too long you waited, and it's damn time you leave this place and found love elsewhere.

No, no it's not fair to either of you.

But not everything you have endured has been fair.

The reins are tugged out of your grip. You gape down at the Knight, an unspoken question in the air.

"And what if I don't want this story to end?"

You momentarily forget the situation you're in, a pained expression morphing across your features, your steely composure crumbling under his gaze. He wets his lips, mouth suddenly dry, and grips onto the reins tighter, knuckles going white. "Allow me to make a proposal."

You snort, emotion welling up in your throat as you blink back tears that threaten to spill from your eyes. "Marriage is the last resolve I thought you'd suggest-"

"Not that sort of proposal," he bites back in frustration. Oh, how his face is flushed, and it shames him that he feels so warm at the mere idea of eloping. Your eyes bore into his, and he manages to find some strength within him to continue. "Not yet, at least."

Not yet.

A promise. Something that could be possible, maybe not tomorrow, but one day. Hope twists and gnaws within you, despite how much you want to hate it.

"I suggest," Cahir offers, "that this story of ours has a few more chapters in it yet. I think we should turn to a new page, and find what's to be."

Your horse whinnies impatiently, and suddenly paws at the ground in frustration - eager to go, you assume. You tug your bottom lip between your teeth, and coo softly in an attempt to comfort your faithful animal, promising an evening gallivant no matter how this confrontation ends. In the corner of your eye, Cahir steps closer to where you are mounted.

"We've seen the worst of each other, yes? And yet," he gestures vaguely, an exasperated smile on his face. "We still refuse to abandon whatever it is we have." The tension between you is palpable, ready to snap. "I... care for you, if you can believe that. I shouldn't, but I do. And I want to do this right - I want to care for you the way you deserve."

The seconds tick by, achingly slow.

Despite pauldrons weighing down your shoulders and the armour fitted across your torso, reassured by your strength and accomplishments, you cannot help but feel stripped bare under the intensity in his eyes.

You consider batting away his hand when he reaches for your own, or even spur your horse so that you race away from him and this place entirely. But the heat from his hands bleed through the soft leather of your riding gloves and you grip his fingers tightly on instinct. After so long, so much waiting, and quiet yearning for someone who knew you at your worst and you theirs, you do not want to let him go.

A shadow of a smile is exchanged between you, like a secret in the back of the stables. You steadily dismount while he hovers beside you, a newfound softness in his tone when he speaks once more.

"If you'll let me... I want to show you the best of me. It's only fair to the both of us."

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francis-writes · 2 years

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Cahir x wizard/witch reader HCs

At the beginning, Cahir probably treated you just a useful servant to use in war (whether you were helping Nilfgaard voluntarily or you were like a captive)

Like, they already had Fringilla, but during war every specialist is priceless

But then you started spending a lot of time together, working on strategy and fighting side by side

Slowly, Cahir began noticing your intelligence, wit and other interesting traits. He enjoyed talking with you - at first only about your work but soon you started discussing various topics absolutely not related to army - and you were one of a few people (if not the only one) who could make him laugh with your jokes.

(He also began paying attention to your physical features and he had to admit that you're very attractive)

If you're worried that you can't fight like other soldiers because you aren't athletic nor agile, Cahir would remind you that your knowledge is as useful and worthy as other people's strength.

He still wants to teach you fighting, just to make sure you will be able to protect yourself in any circumstances. Bless his good intentions but even for his loved one, Cahir is a strict, demanding teacher. It's understandable because on the battlefield nobody will give you a break. But still it wouldn't hurt if he was more lenient on his lessons.

He's not much on PDA and talking about feelings but he's really faithful and committed partner.

If you ever found yourself in danger, you can be sure that that Cahir would risk his life to save you.

He may not be a perfect person for a heart-to-heart conversation but if you wanna tell Cahir about something, he's gonna listen to you carefully.

One of he's bigger advantages (that can be very annoying sometimes too xd) is that he's a man of reason and action and he doesn't let you complain or waste your potential. When you mention you want something, he believes you can get it, you just need to work and fight of it. He's like irritating coach sometimes

You don't have much time to spend alone because of your duties but when you can finally have some rest, you're inseparable Usually you're to tired to do anything or go anywhere and you both have enough of noise, so you spend time just sitting together in silence. It does not bore any of you, all that matters is each other's presence. Sometimes you're laying together holding hands. Sometimes you're sitting by the fire and occasionally you look up and smile to each other.

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mykuup · 9 months

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After watching the last part of The Witcher S3, I just want to read Cahir material. Please send help 👀

(look at this soft boi here I'm melting)

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fanfic-compass · 7 months

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CAHIR MAWR DYFFRYN AEP CEALLACH NSFW ALPHABET

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Being the gentleman that he always is, Cahir would care a lot about your wellbeing and comfort after sex. He would ask if you are feeling good or if you need anything and you would probably need to reassure him that you enjoyed it a lot and that he pleases you just right.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

As for himself he probably likes his hands. It makes him feel strong when he holds his sword in them and whenever he even looks at them he is reminded of all the ways his hands can bring you pleasure.

As for your body, he probably loves your thighs. He just loves squeezing them and kissing them to tease you when he is feeling a little playful. Also he loves to lay his head on your thighs while you caress his hair. It just gives him comfort and calms him down after all the stressful events in his life. You are his home.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He actually prefers to cum inside, it’s just more intimate and he knows how you love the feeling of his cum coating your walls. He isnt a big fan of making a mess although from time to time he enjoys seeing you lick his cum off your fingers.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

The secret he doesnt even want to tell you is that he is dreaming about you being in complete control over him. He loves to please you but sometimes he wishes that you would just tie him down and use him like you want. He is a soldier so he always has to be rough and in control on the battlefield but when he comes home he wishes that he could be the one who submits every once in a while.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He has a good idea of what he’s doing but he doesnt have that much experience. He always wanted to save it all up for the person he loves but once he found you to be that person he will definitely explore what you both like and how he can please you the best.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cahir loves to spoil you so his favorite would simple be missionary. He would make sure that you dont even have to lift a finger, he wants you to focus on nothing but the feeling. Also this position is extremely intimate and he can look at your face to see the pleasure written on it.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Cahir is probably quite serious when it comes to making love. He is just all about the intimacy and he wants to make sure that you enjoy it. But that doesn't mean that he never makes some comments which sometimes make you giggle.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

When he first starts getting intimate with you he will probably care a lot about shaving, maybe a little scared that you would feel repulsed if he didn’t. But once you both got more comfortable around each other, he will occasionally trim his hair but he stops shaving.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Cahir would love being intimate with you. Like he would just casually light candles and set a romantic mood before getting down to business. He definitely whispers sweet little compliments in your ear all the time and kiss you and caress you full of love.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He usually doesnt like to do it alone. When you're around he has a reason to do it together. However when he is on a mission or when you are not in the mood or asleep he will occasionally jack off, always thinking about you while he does so.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I feel like Cahir has a huge praise kink. Like he always needs to hear that what he does makes you feel good and that you love him.

Also he would secretly like to try out submitting to you but he is probably too nervous and insecure about it to bring it up.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Cahir seems to be the type who likes to do it in your shared bedroom. But that doesnt mean that he just likes it on the bed. Also on the loveseat by the fireplace or on the couch. Sometimes, after a rough day he would also love to do it in the bathtub while you wash his hair and back.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You. It's that simple. Like even when he just hears your name he sometimes gets in the mood. If you really wanna get him turned on though you could just decide to wear something seductive, like a nice piece of lingerie and wait with a glass of wine for him to join you and he would immediately be putty in your hands.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would never hurt you. He keeps telling you that he gets rough on the battlefield and with other soldiers but all his gentleness is saved for you. This is also why he is opposed to things like choking you or slapping your face.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

With your pleasure being his number one priority Cahir definitely likes giving more than receiving. Like he could spend days between your legs if you only ask him and he is freakishly good at it too. Talking about diplomatic matters is not the only skill of his mouth.

Also I feel like he would be shy about receiving at first, not knowing how to react and if he can openly show his pleasure. He likes the feeling of your lips around him but he just loves his mouth on you even more.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

When he comes back to you after being away for a while, like when he was on a mission, he could go faster than usual and maybe also rougher, just wanting to feel the pleasure he hasn’t felt in so long. But normally he just loves to go slow and make sure you feel him completely. This also comes with the aspect of intimacy, the slower you go, the more intimate it feels for him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn't really like them. He enjoys taking his time with you and quickies are just not the way to do that.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He likes to try out a few things with you but he isn’t much into risky stuff. He likes to be on the safe side and he likes to know that he doesn't have to be cautious about anything.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Cahir is a trained knight and soldier. He can fight on the battlefield for many hours straight and he can make love to you over and over again until you almost pass out with pleasure. He makes it his mission to please you until you are 100% satisfied, no matter how often he already came. Just because he already shot his load doesnt mean that he can’t use his fingers or his tongue until he's ready to go again.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

No. He has enough options to please you anyway. He likes to keep it real, just the two of you and nothing else. But if you wanted to try a toy you would just have to ask him and he would at least try because he wants you to be happy.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Despite his usual serious behaviour as a commander and knight, he sometimes gets really playful and silly in bed. So yes, when he feels like it he loves teasing you by caressing you with his fingers or kissing your thighs. Sometimes he wants to hear your sweet voice begging him to give you what you want and of course he would never deny you that pleasure.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

An occasional grunt or moan can be heard from him but other than that he is quiet. He wants only you to hear him and nobody else. Sometimes he gets so focused on his movements or especially in the beginning he is a littly shy about making noises so you have to remind him that you want to hear him enjoy himself.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Cahir is probably a little insecure about all the scars on his body from various battles and fights. He fears that you find them unattractive and he needs a lot of reassurance that you love his body and all his scars. Maybe he also likes it when you kiss them, it makes him feel so loved and he finds it comforting.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I dont know why but he is probably a little over average length and its also quite thick. But even if he was a little less long and/or thick his technique would always satisfy you.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

With you around, totally high. You could just look at him in a certain way and he gets horny. Give him a little peek of your ass… horny. Kiss him a little longer than usual… horny. Let your hand glide over his thigh, or chest, or even his arm… horny. Like literally any action could get him going immediately.

When you are not around, his drive is lower. Because it means that he is usually on a mission or in a battle. He always thinks of you but he doesn't really have the time or the energy for any funny business.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not very quickly. He would love to cuddle you and he would love to just talk about your days and everything you have on your minds. You will definitely fall asleep before him and he just loves to look at you and think about how much he enjoys every moment with you.

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redskull199987 · 9 months

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Heyy hii I'm not sure if you're still taking requests, but I'll try my luck. Can you write something about Cahir and the female Witcher reader? Thanks in advance if you write.

If I am being brutally honest, I had a lot of fun writing this. Season three renewed my love for Cahir, so I hope you like this:)))

A Bond

Cahir x female!witcher!reader Request

Word count:0.9k

Warnings:it's all fluffy. I probably got carried away and let my inner Jaskier come out

Summary:You and Cahir had been friends for a long time and as he needs your help, you don 't hesitate to be there for him…

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You and Cahir had known each other for a long time. You had met him on your travels through the country, as he was attacked by the beast, you were hunting. He was rude at first, but still thanked you.

The rest was history.

You started running into him over and over again. To a point where it was inevitable that a friendship would form. With you, Cahir could be himself. He was just a normal Person. No Nilfgaard, no white flame, no war. Nothing of that mattered to you. You were neutral. All you were interested in was his person. And he knew that your interest was genuine. And he let it happen. He let the friendship form and prosper. An unfeigned friendship that connected you.

And when he was cast out, thrown away by his master, like an old doll he didn't want to play with anymore, Cahir came to you. He found comfort in you. He had been through so much, but for once in his life, he felt safe. At peace. He might even say “Home”.

Of course, he would never tell you that, but it surely was on his mind, everytime, he looked at you. Everytime you returned to his small hut, after finishing a Witcher contract. Bruised and battered, but back with him. And only him. Only Cahir got to see you like this. He took pride in knowing that he was the only person in this world, you would trust this far, besides your brothers maybe.

But you told him that you only saw them once a year, in the winter. You told him stories of Kaer Morhen and how you had grown up there, under Vesemir´s care.

You told him that it was hard for you at first, being the only female Witcher. But it had gotten better, the older you got. The more you learned and saw in this world. You realized that no one really cared, as long as they could use you for their dirty work.

“How was it?”, Cahir asked, forcing himself to return to the present moment. He had let his thoughts wander, after a pleasant silence rose between you, as he carefully cleaned your wounds.

“It was alright.”, you finally said,”It was a small kikimora. Still young and inexperienced.”

“In fighting?”,Cahir asked, not really knowing a lot about the beasts that your job involved. You had told him some things, but a kikimora was new to him.

You only smiled at him, before finally answering his question:”No, not in fighting. In killing."

He was quiet for a second, not knowing what to say, upon that statement. But luckily, you just continued recounting what had happened.

“The Monster´s head was worth a lot of coin though. I won't have to leave for at least a month. The money will be enough.”

Cahir smiled at you, glad that he got to spend more time with you.He slowly got up from his place in front of you and sat down beside you on the bed:”Thank you. You don't have to do this. Supporting me in my exile, I mean. But you still do it anyway. And for that I am thanking you.”

“Oh Cahir.”, you smiled, your hand rising to softly caress his face. He closed his eyes, letting himself fall into your gentle touch.

“I would proudly ride into death for you, without hesitation.”, you mumbled, as he opened his eyes. You heard how his heart picked up a beat. How his breath stocked for a second, his eyes lingering on your lips, instead of your yellow orbs, which were intently watching him, awaiting his next move.

You had often thought about your relationship with him. Often let your mind wander to what ifs.

What if you were more than just close friends? What if you knew that you wanted to spend the rest of your lives together. Never leaving each other. What if…

“I love you.”

At first you barely heard him. His words were so quiet. His voice shaking and his eyes darting everywhere else, but your face. He wasn't usually this hesitant. He was an outgoing and stern person. Always sure of himself and his capabilities. He used to be a Nilfgaardian officer after all.

“Cahir.”, you mumbled, after a few seconds of burning silence. He finally looked at you. His expression now a bit more confident. His heartbeat had slowed and he finally dared to look you in the eye.

“I love you, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach. With all my heart.”, you smiled, your eyes almost glowing with excitement.

Cahir didn't need to hear anything more, before he finally leaned in. Your eyes closed and his lips collided with yours. He was gentle and sweet. Passion laid in his actions. And you knew that he meant every little bit, he had told you.

“I love you.”, he said once again, before slowly pushing you back against the bed. You followed along with his movements, until he was hovering above you.

“I love you.”, you also repeated. You were bare in front of him. Not in a physical way, but emotionally. No one had ever known you as Cahir did. Not even your brothers. He knew your heart and soul. Something that you had shown no one before.

And as he slowly lathered kisses over your body, your moans and whines mixing with his groans. As you fully let him in, you knew that he was the only one you would ever love this way. He became part of you and you part of him.

An unfeigned bond, that was never to be broken again.

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icefrye19 · 6 months

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𝐄𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚 | 𝐂𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐰𝐫 𝐃𝐲𝐟𝐟𝐫𝐲𝐧 𝐚𝐞𝐩 𝐂𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐡

❝ It was said the Dark Knight felled in love with the Princess at first sight, the minute he laid eyes on her his entire world had changed. For the first time, his loyalties had shifted, his entire life he had been loyal to his emepror that all changed when he meet Princess Emiliana Fiona Adalia Riannon. And, with that newfound love would have serve consequences for he would have to choose between his loyalties or love. On the other hand, Princess Emiliana hated the Black Night and wanted nothing more to see him dead, but was that really want she wanted or was it just a fluke that was a question that remained unsolved. ❝

❝ Do you love him. ❝

❝ Yes, I wish I didn’t but I do and I hate myself for loving that monster. ❝

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deadlynavigation · 17 days

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The Witcher Masterlist

Slow Seduction

Geralt comes home from a long hunt, but you know how to perk him up.

Burned

Society will never accept you and Geralt. He doesn’t seem to realize that.

Reunited

When Geralt is injured, he pays you a visit. Jaskier tags along.

Don Your Masks

Two souls on the wrong side of a war. **SERIES

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hottpinkpenguin · 1 year

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A Dangerous Dalliance - Cahir (Witcher) Series

Multi-chapter, work in progress Summary: As your arranged marriage to a wealthy lord of Nilfgaard draws near, you have to decide between the man your heart desires and the man who could save your father’s crown from collapse. The hardest choice you’ll ever make, and one with unimaginable consequences. Crossposted on AO3: read it here Chapters: ongoing Content warnings for: arranged marriage, sexual harassment/implied sexual violence, canon-typical violence, canon divergence

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moonlightpirate · 1 year

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Masterlist

This is getting long so time for the keep reading cut!!!!

Return to The Madding Crowd

Chapter 1: The Storm

Chapter 2: A Fall Day

Chapter 3: To Love or Not to Love

Chapter 4: Proper Lady

Chapter 5: The Letters

Chapter 6: The Wedding Ball

Law of Destiny

Chapter 1: Stuck in Cintra

Chapter 2: The Journey Home

Chapter 3: Wide Awake

Chapter 4: Love and Dreams

Chapter 5: Damsel in Distress

Joey Batey and Jaskier

Secret Worlds series

The necklace

Together again

Dancing Under The Stars

Inkpot Gods

Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Meeting the Lettenhoves

That Unwanted Animal

Part two Meeting the Lettenhoves

Adam Warlock

Goldilocks

Chapter 1: Thunderstruck

Valentines Day One Shots

Someone To Say

Madly

West Side Story

Somethings Coming

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merlot-and-chardonnay · 3 months

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A Lark Among the Wolves and Dragons Bonus Chapter: the Lark's Broken Wings

Okay, so as I've said I would, we have a bonus chapter to focus on the Lady of Larks and her trauma. I'll admit I had to go to a pretty dark place to make this chapter a reality, it was not easy to write.

That being said, major content warning with mentions of PTSD and sexual assault and the trauma associated with that. If this makes you uncomfortable, hang in there, I have more chapters planned for the main story line (plus a couple more bonus chapters).

Also I as a writer recognize that r*pe related trauma is not a universal experience, and it affects people in different and varying ways. If you have been through a similar experience, know you are not alone.

The following story also takes place during the Baptism of Fire story line more or less.

"No...no...please...stop...."

Your pleas in your sleep along with your thrashing about in your sleep bag stirred some in the group who made camp for the night.

Among those was Geralt who was quick to get on his feet and approach you. The witcher was followed by Jaskier who took a few seconds more to realize what was happening.

Zoltan Chivay and Cahir were a little slower to wake, Zoltan rubbing his eyes, "what is going on now?" he asks, "are we under attack again?"

"No," was Milva's answer as she approached with concern, "it's happening again."

"Go away....get away..." you continue as your nightmares of the Rogue Prince continue to haunt you.

"(y/n)?" Geralt places a hand on your shoulder and tries to shake it in an attempt to wake you. "(y/n)! You're having a nightmare! Wake up! (y/n)!"

"GET AWAY!" you scream, eyes wide as you bolt up from where you laid. You broke out in cold sweat, panting hard like you had been running for your life. Considering what your nightmare consisted of, you might as well have.

"(y/n)-" Geralt tried to touch you again, but you slap his hand and back away from no one in particular, clearly still in panic mode and hyperventilating. "He's coming, he's coming for me. He's coming for me, he's coming for me..."

"(y/n), you were having a nightmare," Jaskier tries to reason but you didn't listen, only screaming and crying in response. "He's coming for me again."

Geralt and Jaskier only exchange concerned looks, completely at a loss of what to do. "What do we do?" Jaskier whispers to the witcher. "(y/n)," Geralt tries again in a soft voice, slowly approaching, staying at a certain distance to keep you from feeling like you were suffocating. "He's not coming for you again, (y/n)."

You feel your breath return to normal, looking around to see Geralt kneeling in front of you. To his left you see Jaskier and to the right you see Milva and Regis and the others in the group staring at you.

It was just a nightmare, you realize. You were not in King's Landing anymore. You were not being abused at the hands of Daemon Targaryen anymore...you didn't have Aemma in your arms anymore. You had escaped...but at the cost of losing your daughter in the process.

You felt the tears threaten to spill. You place your hand over your mouth to stop yourself from making any weeping sounds. "(y/n)," you hear Geralt say, empathy conveyed in his tone. You lean into Geralt, not caring about the scene you were probably causing before the company, "he took my daughter from me," you whisper as you sob incoherently into Geralt's shoulder, "My Aemma...my little girl." "I know...I know," Geralt rubs your back for comfort, sadness filling inside him for you, and the anger for the man who did this to you rising.

You stayed in Geralt's arms for a bit, willing to stay there all night, maybe forever. But then you saw the rest of the groups staring at you with looks of confusion and pity. You pull away. "What are you all looking at?" you ask, sniffling and wiping your eyes, "it was just a nightmare."

"It seemed more than that," Milva points out. "Well it was," you insist, "I'm fine, really." "Are you certain?" Cahir questions. "Yes, what does it matter to you? Why is he even still here?" you exasperate, "I thought we kicked him out. Aren't still mad at him because of Ciri?" "How about we don't change the subject?" Milva steps in. You lightly push her to the side, "I'm fine," you repeat, "I'm sorry I woke you all. I just want to go back to sleep."

You lay back on your sleep mat, turning around and curling your knees to your chest, trying to ignore the stares from everyone else in the camp. You were not a victim, you say to yourself- the things that happened to you in King's Landing at the hands of...that man did not change you or damage you in any way. All this, despite the fact this wasn't the first time those nightmares haunted your sleep, and it wasn't the first time said nightmares forced you to scream and wake up everyone around you.

After escaping the Lodge, you were reunited with Geralt and Jaskier, whom were just as relieved to see as the last time they saw you, you were at death's door and had disappeared seemingly in the middle of the night. You explained to them what had actually happened, that Yennefer took you to a secret place to save you with the help of her fellow sorceresses.

At first Geralt had been furious that Yennefer would put you in the position you were in, and not trusting him enough to tell him her plan, but he was glad she did what needed to be done to save your life. You had yet to disclose that the remedy that saved your life also came at the expense of your fertility.

After the reunion, you had been introduced to the others that were part of the company: the vampire Regis, a dwarf Zoltan, Cahir, and a dryad named Milva. All four of them were somewhat familiar with who you were as the Lady of Larks, but didn't know the extent of the events you had endured as of recent.

The company was heading South towards Nilfgaard with the hopes of rescuing Ciri from the hands of the Emperor. You wanted to go back to Westeros to rescue Aemma, but with no mage to open a portal back to that place, it would take an army to lay siege to King's Landing just to save your daughter. It was a long shot, but maybe if you found a way to appeal to the Emperor's more empathetic nature, he might be able to help with that. Again, you were not sure how that would work, but it was the only plan anyone had.

It was a long journey, and your bouts of panic attacks during the day, and the nightmares that followed weren't exactly helping the company, save for depriving them of a full night's sleep and slowing their trek when you needed to step away to calm yourself.

It was understandable they were all concerned, especially Geralt and Jaskier, but you still insisted you were alright, and this was temporary. It would all go away as soon as you got Aemma back, you convinced yourself to believe. Once she was back in your arms and away from her father, the nightmares would surely cease once and for all.

The following morning, the company departed at first light. You trailed behind for the majority of the trek, wanting to avoid eye contact with anyone in the group, and also with the hopes of avoiding answering any uncomfortable questions. Geralt was leading the group; today, it looked like he was able to cover more ground at a faster pace then he did yesterday. Since that day on Thanedd, when you were still in King's Landing, when that coup took place and Geralt suffered significant damage at the hands of the sorcerer Vilgefortz, the witcher has dealt with occasional bouts and flare ups that were associated with chronic pain. While he could put up with it most days, Geralt also had bad days. Even when Regis was kind enough to create a medicated balm to ease the pain, the witcher would still have days when the pain was too much, and he would either need to take it slow, or stop the trek altogether. You understood, and had no wish to push the man past what he was able to bare on those days. It was going to be a long journey anyway, what was a few extra days to stop and rest?

While you lagged behind, you found yourself lost in thought, thinking about your dream, specifically the part of the dream that wasn't a nightmare. When you heard Aemma crying in her room. You had walked in, seeing her in distress. You didn't know why, but you came to her side, picked her up in your arms, and sang her a soothing lullaby, which calmed her and had her falling asleep against your chest. You thought about how that dreamed reminded you of when you would do similar things with Aemma back in Dragonstone and King's Landing, when she was the one thing that kept you going during those dark times. She was what kept you fighting to survive so you and her could escape that terrible place. You escaped...and she was still behind.

You didn't want to think about how worried she was for you, not knowing where you were or if you were even coming back. Part of you had speculated the things her father was putting inside her head as of right now. What lies was Daemon concocting right now to fill inside your daughter's head. That you died? That you abandoned her? That someone came and took you from her?

What if it was too late by the time you went back with the proper reinforcements? What if your daughter was so convinced by Daemon's lies, she would end up hating you?

You felt the tears build up, but you don't bother to stop them from spilling as no one in the front would see you crying. Or so you were hoping.

Milva looked behind to see your silent tears. She lagged now to be by your side. "Are you thinking about last night?" the dryad inquires. You shake your head and wipe your tears. "I wasn't thinking about last night," you assure. "Bullshit," Milva scoffs. "I don't want to talk about it," you huff. "Suit yourself," Milva concedes. The two of you walk side by side in awkward silence for a few brief moments before she spoke again, a little more empathy in her voice this time around.

"I used to have nightmares too, you know." You say nothing, continuing to walk in silence. "Most of them were of my stepfather," the dryad continues, "The man he...well we didn't get along. Well I didn't get along with him, and he tried to get along with me a little too well. He would always unwanted advances towards me even though he was married to my mother. I was barely past adolescence around that time. Even after I stood up for myself and ran away after knocking him out with a rake, he still haunted me one way or another. I used to dream he was coming after me for revenge or something far worse." You turn your head to make eye contact with Milva.

You didn't know too much about her, save for what little she has disclosed to the company so far; before becoming part of the dryads of Brokelin Forest, Milva was part of a family of hunters in Upper Sodden. Her father taught her everything she knew about the trade, and it was something she maintained well, having made her first kill when she was only 11. You knew her mother had remarried after her father died, and she ran away soon after, but this was the first time you understood why. You didn't know how much Geralt had disclosed to the dryads when they first brought him to the forest to heal him with the waters of Brokelin Forest, but Milva remembered when Geralt insisted he needed to get to King's Landing to rescue from the family of dragon lords who ruled that place. She was under the impression they kept you in prison there. She was right, though it wasn't a prison like a dungeon. It was a gilded cage, one that seemed nice and luxurious on the outside, but on the inside it had turned into your personal hell.

"I'm sorry you went through that," you told her, meaning it, "but I fail to understand what this has to do with me." "I...I just thought it might help if you knew you are not alone in whatever it is you went through. Whoever it was that hurt you-" "Nobody hurt me!" you insist. Milva only gave a incredulous look in response, to which you took offense. "What you don't believe me?" "I'd have an easier time believing you if you weren't so defensive," Milva explains, "I used to get that way too. I tried to convince others around me, the other dryads, that my past didn't damage me. I would put up a front and act like I was not broken, not after I went through-" "I'm not you, Milva!" you interrupt her, the others up front pretend like they're not listening in.

"I'm sorry that you went through such horrible things, but that wasn't me. Yes, I was...in a less than ideal situation. I endured more shit in the last three years than I ever did in my whole life, I was...I was forced to do things I had no say in, sure that happened, and those things happen everyday. But I'm not damaged." "(y/n)-" "I'm not a victim, Milva," you insist, "I survived and I came out in one piece. Well, one piece was left behind, but I'm fine. I at least know my daughter is in a place where she can't be harmed for the time being. I'll be fine. I'll solider through till we get to Nilfgaard, rescue Ciri, and then rescue Aemma."

You stare daggers at the group, whom you knew were eavesdropping due to the fact they had slowed down, "and you all can stop pretending you were not listening in!" you shout. "(y/n), it was none of our intention to eavesdrop," Jaskier tries to intervene, running over to you, "we're just...you know, concerned."

"Why? Why all this concern?" you exasperate. "(y/n), you were held against your will on some foreign land with no allies or friends, except for your daughter. You were forbidden to leave and he-" You now stare daggers at your brother, almost daring him to finish his sentence, "he did what, Julian? HE did WHAT?"

At this point, the company all but stop moving. Jaskier could see in your eyes you were not going to acknowledge what happened to you anytime soon, and any further pushes would only lead to you clamping down on your unresolved trauma. You would only continue to keep it all in, even when it continue to bubble up to the surface, be it in the form of your nightmares or your daytime panic attacks. So your brother steps and concedes, "...nothing, little sister. Forgive me for doubting you being fine. I believe you."

You didn't believe him, but accepted his apology all the same.

The company continued their trek.

Jaskier walked up ahead to Geralt, "Geralt-" "I know," the witcher whispers to his friend. "She can't keep going like this," Jaskier insists, "if she doesn't let it out soon, it may end up destroying her before we even get to Nilfgaard." "She won't talk about it," Geralt points out. "She can't keep it in," Jaskier points back, "I know she keeps saying she's fine, but I know she's not. I saw that look in her eyes when I came for her in King's Landing. You saw that look too, Geralt, you know she was at the end of her limit."

Geralt had a sad look in his eye when he subtly turned to see you walking behind, putting on a brave face for anyone that would see you.

The witcher recalled how after the two of you reunited, you would sleep next to him at nights, albeit with some space in between. You often would turn from him, curling up with your knees to your chest, hugging yourself in your sleep as if you were trying to protect yourself from whatever perceived dangers may be coming your way. He thought about the times when you and him shared a kiss, how quick you were to pull away so abruptly; there was even one time when you were making out which ended in you slapping him in misdirected anger, only for you to look at him in shock when you realized what you've done. He would ask, but he never pressed when you simply answered it was nothing and you were fine. Not at all trying to repress your trauma.

Geralt could only speculate the things Daemon did to you. He already had some idea given the state you were in before the escape. It was telling in the way you flinched and backed off during any attempts you made to be intimate with him.

"Maybe there is a way she can process it...indirectly?" Geralt suggests for a solution?

Jaskier thinks on this, an idea dawning on him when he remembered a little activity you and him used to do years back before your time in Westeros.

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"So...you want to collaborate on an epic?" you tilt your head a little in curiosity, yet feeling skeptical. "Yeah, why not?" Jaskier points out, "come on, little sister, we used to do this all the time, remember? We created some of our best ballads when we worked together, brother and sister, why try that to maybe create an epic this time?"

You were still hesitant, yet it did sound like a good idea. You and your brother had indeed done something like that many years back when the two of you were still socializing in the same circles, something you had been doing since before even meeting Geralt, when you and Jaskier would brainstorm together for coming up with new songs and ballads to perform in taverns and such.

It's been a while, but if it would help take your mind off certain things for just a little while then you were not complaining. "Okay," you nod, taking out a pen and paper, "we did compose some pretty amazing songs when we put our minds together. What do you think this epic should curtail?"

"Well," Jaskier begins the brainstorm, "I was maybe thinking of something along the lines of...a long journey, one filled with strife and struggle, one filled with pain, but it ends with something good, where the heroine in the story comes out of it on top." "Heroine?" you furrow your brows a bit, "interesting. Not many people think of women when they think epic of strife and struggle." "Well, maybe you could have an input on that," Jaskier suggests, "you are a woman after all." "Yeah...I am..." you say softly, taking some deep breaths as you put the pen to paper, trying to focus on some ideas.

It felt like forever as you struggle to come up with ideas. "Take your time, sis," Jaskier encourages, "there's no rush." "I know that," you say through gritted teeth, "I'm just...I can do this. I'm not sure how to feminize this epic." "I wasn't thinking of feminizing- well maybe a little. It's a heroine's struggle after all." "Heroine's struggle," you repeat absentmindedly, thinking of your own strife. The imprisonment, the abuse, the numerous assaults, the unwanted pregnancy that ended in a mutated miscarriage, the near death experience that followed, the physical cost that came to saving your life, the second imprisonment and the second escape that followed....

Everything else that happened in between. Having your daughter pried from your arms at the very last second just as you had tasted freedom once again. The idea that some time may very well pass before you ever see her again, the idea that you may lose seeing many major milestones in her life.

All this-and yet....you could not them into physical words. Why? Why was this not possible? You were able to channel your emotions and life experiences into your work before, why couldn't you do it now?

You feel your writing hand shake as your breaths became uneven- something that didn't go unnoticed by your brother.

"(y/n)? (y/n) are you alright? (y/n)?" Jaskier frantically questions, though you didn't hear him the first time around. "I...I can't do it," you say in a soft voice. "What?" "I can't do it," you say as your voice broke, a tear escaping your eye, wetting the paper. "You can't do what?" Jaskier asks. "I...I...I can't..." you shake your head and look up to see the concerned expression from your brother. "I'm sorry," you try to quickly assure, wiping your eyes, "I'm just exhausted. I should go to bed now." "(y/n), we only just begun, you can't just-" "I can and I will," you say rather snappy.

"(y/n), this is hardly like you to cut something like this so short," Jaskier brings up. "There's a first for everything," you say, trying to sound stoic, "I just need to sleep and it will come to me when I am ready."

"(y/n)-" "I'M FINE JASKIER!" you scream at the man, once again getting the attention of the company, "I know what you're trying to do, Julian, and it's not going to get me to admit anything." "What exactly would I even want you to admit," Jaskier exasperates, having reached his limits in patience, "(y/n), you can't keep this to yourself forever. You were imprisoned in King's Landing for three bloody years. You had your daughter ripped from your arms at the very last minutes, for gods SAKE (Y/N), the father of your child-" "Jaskier-" "He-" "don't. you. dare. finish that sentence-" "He's the reason you were in that situation in the first place, he assaulted you on more than one occasion, (y/n), and I know this, because I saw the effect it was having on you at the Red Keep even when you kept assuring everything was going to be alright in the end," Jaskier continues, "but it's not alright, is it, (y/n)? He hurt you in more ways than one and you can't admit the damaged he caused-"

"I AM NOT FUCKING DAMAGED!" you shrieked, "I'M NOT DAMAGED, JASKIER! I'M NOT A VICTIM! HE ALREADY TOOK SOMETHING FROM ME PHYSICALLY, I AM NOT ABOUT TO LET TAKE AWAY MY CREATIVITY!!"

"...what do you mean he took something physically from you...?" Jaskier asks, eyes slightly wide from that piece of information you unwittingly revealed.

Unable to hide anymore, the dam of tears broke, "I can't have anymore children, Julian," you finally confess, which got Geralt's attention right quick. "What do you mean?" "I...I...I was dying," you further confess in tears, "Yen- she- she took me to the Lodge of Sorceresses and- and they saved my life, but it came at the cost of my womb, the same womb that was already fucking damaged from that...mutation. He caused it. Dae...Aemma's father was the reason that even happened in the first place. He was hoping I would give him a son, and I would've. But now, I'll never have anymore children. Aemma is all I'll ever have, and she was ripped away from me. How much time must I lose before I see her again? What will I miss by the time I see her again? I'll never get to experience all those little milestones with anyone else, and now it seems I won't be able to experience those with her."

You look to see the pitiful looks once again, from Jaskier, from Geralt, and everyone else.

You couldn't stand it anymore.

Choking down more sob you turn and run, wanting for nothing more then solitude to process the grief you should have processed a long time ago.

More to be continued...

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seancekitsch · 9 months

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thanedd is having a lot a visitors lately.”

He only hums, not at all buying your nonchalance.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck.

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

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

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

“I needed my map back.”

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

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

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

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

You don’t resist.

#cahir x reader #cahir mawr dyffryn aep ceallach x reader

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railroad-migraine · 10 months

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astaldis · 8 months

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Whump Week Masterpost

Thanks a lot @week-of-whump for organising this fun event. Here is a list of all my works for the prompts. If you are interested in reading some of it, you can find the stories in my Ao3 collection:

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nonalie · 2 years

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Hi everyone!! I know I haven’t updated in forever, but life just got kinda busy. But now that I have time, I started editing my old work, and I posted a new version of Part 1 of my Cahir fic on Ao3! I also started an Instagram account where I’ll be posting some fancy versions of my work (example above), so I’ll link that too.

I’ll most likely be updating weekly, so check it out if you get a chance!

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fanfic-compass · 4 months

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~Traditions~

Cahir x Fem!Reader

Summary: Cahir and the reader and invited to take part in the annual hunting tradition

Word count: 1.5K

Cahir was coming home after a long day of training and fighting. I had already prepared dinner and waited patiently for him to open the front door and greet me with his usual three kisses. And after only a short moment of waiting, he did just that. He walked in and came closer to me. Then he pressed a kiss on my forehead, my nose and finally he planted a longer kiss on my lips.

“How was work today, darling?” I asked, genuinely concerned because I knew about his rough schedule and how stressed and exhausted he always is when he returns home.

Cahir only sighed and shook his head, he was too tired to tell me anything. But then I realized how I could put the smile on his face that I loved to see so much.

“We got a letter today. An invitation, to be exact.”

“An invitation?” I could see the curiosity on my husband’s lovely face.

“Yes, indeed. It was written by your father and it said that we… well that you are invited on some kind of hunt down in Vicovaro. Do you happen to know anything about that?”

A bright smile appeared on his face like some kind of switch was turned instantly.

“Of course I do. I can’t believe it, finally we’re in again.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about… How about we have dinner now and you tell me everything I should know?”

Said and done. Cahir told me everything about this hunting tradition he got invited to. He told me that every year the families with the highest reputations in Vicovaro get invited to some kind of hunting competition and that sadly over the last few years Cahir and his family couldn’t attend this because every year, different problems occurred. With his father’s sickness and the death of his oldest brother Aillil, every year brought some reason for them to not be able to go hunting but this year, everything was going well and the family finally got invited again. And while the men were out hunting all day, competing to see who would get the biggest loot, the wives would stay in the darn of the host, this year it was Cahir’s family, and prepare the large feast for the evening, which meant that I was invited too.

So some days later we started our journey south to Vicovaro, Cahir’s “real home” as he always called it. With every mile we got closer to his homeland, I could see the excitement in his eyes growing and it was absolutely adorable.

And then we arrived in front of the darn that belonged to his family. It had been a while since we have last been there but now we were finally there again. We got greeted by Cahir’s parents who hugged both of us tightly. I was so happy that they accepted me into their family.

It was already late so we all enjoyed dinner and then Cahir and I headed off to bed. The next morning was when the hunt finally began. Cahir gave me a quick peck “for luck” and then he started going into the woods with his family, all in full armor and carrying the family crest. And while they were gone, I headed into the kitchen where the women of the family of the host and also of the guests would prepare the feast for the return of their men.

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So we were all standing in the kitchen cutting, stirring, mixing, cooking and, of course, talking. This was my first time being part of this tradition so I somehow got to be the center of attention. So many elderly ladies asked me about Cahir, our wedding and our relationship, if I really loved him or if we married for money and status and of course my favorite question: “When are the children coming?” I told these women that Cahir was very busy and that we didn’t want to rush into something we weren’t ready for but in reality, no matter how hard we tried, I couldn’t get pregnant. This was none of the women’s business though so I didn’t want to tell them.

“You do know about the tradition, right?” One of the elderly ladies started. When I only gave her a questioning look she started to explain herself. “It’s been a tradition that after a successful return of the men, their wives would reward them at night. Perhaps you should take this chance to try for a baby?”

When I heard this I accidentally snapped. “This is none of your business. We try for a baby when we’re ready.” After a moment I realized that I was rude. “I’m sorry. I just don’t like talking about such private matters.”

With that I quickly went away. I tried to forget what the woman said but I was curious so I decided to ask one of the sisters of Cahir about this “tradition”.

“Oh yes. It is a tradition of the loving wives to welcome their husbands back home. After the feast the wife asks her husband to take her somewhere private and then the husband picks her up and carries her out of the room.”

I blush at this tradition. Growing up I was taught to never talk about such private and intimate things and this tradition just seemed so inappropriate. So then I was wondering why Cahir didn’t tell me before.

“Perhaps he knew you don’t like such things and didn’t want to make you uncomfortable?” His sister guessed and I just shrugged it off, a little embarrassed.

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In the evening, after countless hours of being annoyed by old women, we finally heard the loud clattering of metal, indicating that the men had returned. We all walked to the entrance and saw Cahir and his family looking rather proud and the other families looking disappointed but not really angry or mad. I ran up to Cahir and hugged him tightly.

“We did it.” He told me. “After so many years we finally got victorious again.”

“I’m so proud of you.” I told him and gave him a small peck on the lips to which he grinned.

“I believe it had something to do with you. You’re my lucky charm.”

“I’m glad you’re back.” I whispered and giggled a little. “Now I don’t have to endure all these old ladies any longer.”

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The evening is joyful, loud, filled with music and good food. And after we all ate so much we almost burst, Cahir took my hand and led me to the dance floor. His movements were elegant and graceful, he has always been a good dancer. We looked at each other lovingly and enjoyed each other’s company and warmth and we swayed to the music. Every now and then Cahir leaned down to kiss my forehead or my nose or to give my lips a little peck and I always had to giggle a little.

“These women are watching us.” I whispered which made him smile a little.

“Can you blame them? We’re by far the sweetest couple and you’re by far the most beautiful lady in all of Vicovaro, oh what am I saying… you’re by far the most beautiful lady on the entire continent. Besides… most of their marriages had nothing to do with love so I imagine it’s exciting for them to see a young couple truly in love.”

I giggle again. “Oh, is that so?” I say teasingly.

“Absolutely. I adore and worship you and I am totally devoted to you. With every day that passes I feel my love and admiration for you growing more and more. With every single minute that passes you get more beautiful and I am so happy to be able to say that your heart belongs to me and that mine belongs to you.”

I started tearing up at his sweet words and pulled him down and kissed him with much more passion and dedication than I normally would have dared when so many others were around. I didn’t care about them, the only thing I cared about was my beloved husband. And then I remembered that tradition so I leaned in close and whispered:

“I know about what we’re supposed to do after this feast… so would you please take me somewhere private, my beloved husband?”

Cahir blushed for a short moment but he picked me up as if he was waiting for me to ask him that. He carried me out of the big dining hall, not being bothered by all the people watching us. He carried me to his childhood bedroom where we spent all night making love, talking, cuddling and enjoying each other’s company. And little did we know that we managed to create a new life in this very night.

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