#witcher cahir

[astaldis]

Witcher Cahir fics Masterpost

Here are a couple of post-Stygga AU fics where Cahir becomes a Witcher. Enjoy!

How to kill a troll

Geralt and Cahir go on their first monster hunt together. Not everything goes as planned.

Adventure, Friendship, Whump; T; Words: 7,614; Chapters: 3/3

Of Wicked Wings and Fearsome Fangs (2nd Person POV)

Of Wicked Wings and Fearsome Fangs (1st Person POV)

On their way to fulfil a contract, Geralt and Cahir happen upon yet another monster. And upon you.

T; Words: 2,507; Chapters: 1/1

You'd be wise to beware

Geralt and Cahir go on a monster hunt together where they meet an old friend. Unfortunately, the hunt is not as easy as expected ...

Adventure, Geralt Whump, Geraskier; Words: 12,856; Chapters: 6/6

Of Bairns and Banes

It is a beautiful night, fair summer weather, the air balmy, the sky clear and sprinkled with stars. The perfect night for the village's traditional Lammas celebrations, the feast of first fruits. However, unlike in the neighbouring villages and the years past, there are no bonfires here today. No corn dolls to be burned and bulls or horses to be sacrificed as an offering to the gods. No ritual dances or athletic competitions are held or blueberry loaves baked in the village bake house. This year there is no matchmaking and rolling about in the hay. For the village is in mourning, the villagers terrified. And very much in need of a Witcher. Lucky for them, one has just arrived. This is the story of Cahir's first solo monster hunt.

M; Words: 2,977; Chapters: 1/1

The dark things that wait in that house

After his almost fatal injury at Stygga Castle, Cahir has lost his memory. He lives at Kaer Morhen and has become a Witcher. On the way back to the Witcher keep after his first monster hunt alone, Cahir helps a woman in distress. But is she really who she appears to be?

M; Words: 7,737; Chapters: 3/3

Monster Friend (Part 1)

Having regenerated after the events at Stygga Castle, Regis is waiting in front of the Witcher Keep, but Vesemir is reluctant to let the monster inside the walls of Kaer Morhen.

T; Words: 300; Chapters: 1/1

Not Yet (Monster Friend Part 2)

Returning from his unfortunate adventure with the doppler, Cahir runs into Regis on the doorsteps to Kaer Morhen just before the rain starts pouring down.

T; Words: 3,695; Chapters: 2/2

Your blood looks so pretty

You have a scary nightly visitor. Luckily a Witcher is not far.

M; Graphic depictions of violence; Words: 1,500; Chapters: 1/1

Shadows in the Dark

The shadow. There it is again. Fuck! You thought you had lost it after running from the accursed property as fast as your legs could carry you. Now your lungs are burning and your heart is pounding in your ears like it is going to explode any second. You are so exhausted, you are ready to drop on the spot. But you cannot stop running or it will catch up with you. The nameless, shapeless horror. This eery black thing that has been stalking you all the way from the old, abandoned mansion. How you wish the night was already over, that the first rays of morning sunlight would make the shadow disappear, but it is not long past midnight yet. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Will you still be alive by the end of the night, or is the shadow going to get you? Will you die here, just because of this stupid, stupid bet?

Fortunately somebody arrives just in time to save your arse from the shadows stalking you. A Witcher, exactly who you need.

M; Graphic depictions of violence; Words: 10,410; Chapters: 5/5

Die, Monster, Die

"Die, you mother-fucking monster! Will you finally die?" Lambert roars, yet the monster seems to have other plans. For the umpteenth time it reassembles its scattered fragments and attacks again. Damn!

While the "Girls" are not at home, the Witchers are attacked by a very strange monster, one they have never encountered, heard of or read of before. A monster that stubbornly refuses to die.

T; Words: 1,639; Chapters: 1/1

Cahir x Coën

Heroic Slayers of Hellhounds

Coën and Cahir are on the Path together.

T; Words: 300; Chapters: 1/1

Ice and Fire

It is freezing cold and they should have stayed in Kaer Morhen, but the drowner problem in the little town at the foot of the Blue Mountains had to be taken care of before more children disappear under the icy surface of the pond in the forest. Only now, Coën is suffering from hypothermia and Cahir is not that much better off.

T; Words: 1,741; Chapters: 1/1

Ferns Don't Flower

The night of the summer solstice goes very different for Coën and Cahir than planned.

T; Graphic depictions of violence; Words: 2,400; Chapters: 1/1

Cahir x Triss

Oranges and Cinnamon

A contract brings a witcher to Maribor and the doorsteps of Triss Merigold's tower. It is not the witcher she expected. But perhaps this is not a bad thing?

E; Words: 4,202; Chapters: 1/1

[ofteasandherbs]

Temperance.

The totally not a Nilfgaardian is v v fun so in turn he’s the first witcher tarot card :3

Hope you enjoy!

-Lee 💚🐍🍃🦇

[railroad-migraine]

I apologise in advance for the person I will become after I watch The Witcher Season 3

[spinchboli]

New hyperfixation just dropped

Over the garden wall

Will draw them individually digitally eventually but for now here's a basic sketch of my hansa lineup

[snovaaprel]

The Witcher, season 2, episode 9. Cahir & Fringilla ✨🔮⚔️

Guys, would you like to see the Witcher artzine with my drawings?

[per-noctem-in-nihilo-vehi]

I love this moment in Baptism of Fire when it turned out that Milva is pregnant and boys immediately goes "Okay, we are all fathers now, it's time to prepare ourselves. Regis, tell us what should we do?"

With no questions, no judging, without a second thought. They were ready to do anything to help Milva, because that's what family do

[themightofchaos]

the fear of losing you | Cahir

pairing: Cahir x gn!reader

genre: angst, hurt/comfort

plot: Cahir wakes up from a nightmare and can’t find you anywhere. He fears the worst.

warnings: blood, nightmare, implied death, out-of-character Cahir, sappy stuff™ ugh, also first time writing Cahir im sorry

“Leave them!”, Cahir yells as the faceless creature approaches you. He runs in your direction - tries to - but it feels like he’s barely getting any closer. The creature on the other hand is taking big strides towards your unprotected form cowering on the ground. Your hands are pressed to your chest like you are already wounded.

Had he not been there for you? But he had been by your side the entire time!

The creature’s form seems to contort and twist as if itself was not sure what it wants to be. Cahir yells out in frustration as he drags his body towards you, lifting one foot after the other. It is like they are rooted to the ground. He wants to lift his sword but it’s so heavy in his hand he can barely lift it.

“Cahir.”, you whimper, your eyes searching for his. Cahir shouts, screams as he tries to rip himself free from the invisible restraints holding him back. Why can’t he move?

The creature, now in front of you, lifts its heavy sword above its head, the rusty blade seemingly slicing through the air. “Cahir, I am scared! Why aren’t you helping me?” - “I’m trying! I- I can’t move!!”, he stammers, tears brimming in his eyes. He hears whispers behind him, ugly accusations claiming he is going to leave you to die. They penetrate his mind, sending more and more tears to his eyes. He pulls against the restraints again. It feels like he is ripping his own limbs off in the process but he doesn’t stop. He manages to move closer, closer until he is finally almost within reach. He tries to lift his sword again, but the steel suddenly feels wet and soft, almost slimy. As he looks down, he’s holding flesh. He wants to drop it, disgusted and scared, but his hand won’t open. Instead it seems to close even tighter around the bloody piece.

“I trusted you! I loved you!”, your voice sounds ugly now. Like the whispers that penetrate his head. It’s gravely and echoes in his head.

And as the creature brings down the blade suddenly, Cahir notices that it has been the hand of your dead body he has been holding.

Cahir startles awake, taking in big gulps of air. He feels like he has been trampled by a horse. Sweat clings to every part of his body and what he assumes is a tear rolls over his cheek. He tries to calm himself but the images run fresh through his mind, torturing him with his worst fear.

He wipes the tears and sweat off his face as he rolls over, his hand searching for your body on the other side of the bed. When he only feels the cool bedsheets he panicks, sitting up in bed trying to see if maybe you just moved farther away from him like you sometimes do when it’s too hot. The first rays of sunlight from the rising sun are barely enough to see anything clearly but as he looks over to your side of the bed, the bed looks like it has not been touched at all. The sheets are less crinkled and your scent is missing. Cahir freezes as he once again pictures the horrible scene that played out in front of him in his dream.

No. No, this can’t be!

You are alive! Surely this was just a bad dream and not a distant memory he is trying to forget. But Cahir can’t be sure. Too many times have memories haunted his dreams. It would not be the first time he dreams of past battles and people he met and lost on the battlefield.

Cahir calls out your name then, sitting up in bed and searching your shared quarters with his eyes. His heart starts to beat faster again as worry and doubt fill his head. He can’t lose you! He has lost too much already. Losing you... he would not be able to cope after that. His breathing is ragged as he starts looking for clothing he can put on fast enough. He ends up just wearing a cloak over the clothes he slept in. The drenched fabric still clings to his skin and is starting to feel cold, way too cold to walk around in, but he has to find you. He has to make sure you are still...there.

He rushes out of your shared room and follows the hallways endlessly, seemingly getting lost in them in his daze. Nobody else is awake at this early hour. He doesn’t even come across any guards, or maybe he just ignores their presence. He only has one thing on his mind and that is finding you.

He runs through the hallways for what feels like hours though it might have only been minutes. His nightmare is still fresh in his mind and makes his eyes sting. Where are you? How can you just be gone? Like the earth swallowed you whole.

He runs through the hallways even quicker, guards looking at him weirdly but he doesn’t acknowledge their presence, tears are now filling his eyes again and had he been in a normal state of mind he would have cared if somebody saw him like this but he didn’t even begin to think about what he must look like right now.

After running through the maze of hallways he ends up in a dead end. His shoulders rise and fall with each heavy breath as he tries not so sob. 

He lost you. It wasn’t a dream. He lost you and he was too delusional to notice it before. He will never see you again. He will never be able to hold you again, to kiss you again and to tell you that he lo-

“Cahir? What are you doing here?”

He turns around so fast his vision blurs for a moment. And there you are, standing in front of him, a mug in your hand. Before you can even say anything Cahir wraps you in a tight embrace. You are more than surprised to say the least. Cahir is always quite reserved in public, trying to keep private matters private, but right now he holds your frame so tightly yet so tenderly that you know something is off. You are the one to break free from the hug. He doesn’t seem to want to let you go but you want to look at his face. His eyes are red from crying and he looks pale.

“What happened, my love?”, you ask, stroking his cheek lovingly and Cahir melts into your touch. “You-... I-... I’m so sorry. I was not able to-... forgive me.”

This is not the first time you have seen Cahir like this, it just has never been this bad before. Bad dreams are nothing unusual for soldiers and Cahir has had plenty of them but this one seems to have been particularly bad.

“It’s alright, everything is fine now. Let’s go somewhere more private. I think you could use a bit more sleep. I brought you a cup of tea because you were shivering next to me.”, you explain and Cahir grabs your hand as you walk him back to your quarters.

You close the door behind him and help him get changed out of his clothes. You don’t press for details right away because you know he will tell you when he feels ready. Right now he’s just thankful that you are by his side.

Alive and well.

“I love you”, he tells you as he presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“I know you do.”, you say cheekily, earning a grin from the knight. “And you know that I love you just as much.”

[powerofadyingsun]

An art, for stardust chp 3, if I ever finish it. A sweet baby angel of a Cahir.