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@shadowy-dumbo-octopus hi :D
i thought i'd worsen your troubles regarding the Frankensteination of ... i guess just Levi & Kiyan in general - so I gingerfied the man / my design of him and put him on a mountain (look how nice I was-I even gave him a coat!)
anyhow same but regular dark hair down below
and because the mountain meant light x100 here are the flats i chose (bc i did not give this man BRIGHT orange hair just to be sure here-but that's why i tend to go darker overall anyways)
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Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: WiedĹşmin | The Witcher (Video Game)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Prince Adrien/Kiyan (The Witcher), Kiyan & JoĂŤl (The Witcher), Kiyan & OC (The Witcher)
Characters: Prince Adrien (The Witcher), Kiyan (The Witcher), JoĂŤl (The Witcher), Original Male Character(s) of Color, Original Borsodi Brothers
Additional Tags: Found Family, Legends, Mermaids, Post-Quest: Cat School Gear Scavenger Hunt (The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt), Birthday, Swordfighting, Swords, Character(s) of Color, Gods, Canon-Typical Violence, Sparring, Fairy Tale Curses, Pagan Gods, Adventure
Series: Part 9 of Unbury The Gays
Summary:
In the midst of a charged sparring match, Adrien surprises Kiyan with an unexpected request. Shemihaza, a saber of deep personal significance, is more than just a weaponâit's a piece of Adrienâs past, imbued with meaning and memories. Kiyanâs task will be to pass it on, returning it to its rightful owner. A witcher knows better than anyone how difficult it is to part with a beloved blade.
Kiyan has spent years saving for a new sword of his own, enduring hardships and sacrifices along the way. Yet, when Adrienâs prized saber is given away, Kiyan chooses to forgo his long-awaited weapon and instead forge something truly unique for the princeâa blade that could rival even the legendary Shemihaza. To do so, he must seek out a master blacksmith capable of crafting such a weapon, but his journey will take him far beyond Novigrad. Along the way, he will uncover forgotten legends, discover secrets of ancient gods, and follow a mysterious trail that leads him to the mythical island of Jurata, the Queen of the Seas.
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Today, Kiyan was testing one of the many steel swords from Adrienâs extensive collectionâhis temporary arsenal ever since heâd lost his own during Ireneusâs ambush. The witcher adjusted his grip on the ornate longsword, gauging its balance as Adrien lunged at him, his Ofieri saber cutting through the air with a graceful, deadly arc. Their duel was both a rigorous exercise and a game of subtle seduction, a physical dance that kept them sharp during the long, gray winter days. The prince was relentless, his movements precise, his footwork light despite the fatigue that weighed on his limbs. But Kiyan had seen the signsâthe subtle hitch in Adrienâs breath, the slight delay in his parries, the sheen of sweat darkening his collar and shirt clinging to his toned frame. The duel had gone on long enough for the human body to falter.
Adrien, of course, refused to yield.
âYouâre slowing down,â Kiyan noted, his voice even, his stance loose yet coiled with potential energy. He circled Adrien, amber eyes tracking every shift in weight, every fleeting indication of his next move.
Adrien, panting but grinning, pushed a damp lock of hair from his forehead. âAnd yet,â he countered, feinting left before pivoting into a low slash, âIâm still standing.â
Kiyan deflected the strike effortlessly, angling his blade to guide Adrienâs momentum off balance. The prince barely managed to recover, boots skidding slightly against the polished wooden floor. For all his skill, he couldnât match the raw speed and endurance of a witcher. And yet, he fought as if he could. As if sheer willpower alone could bridge the gap between them.
It was infuriating. It was intoxicating.
Their swords met again, sparks flying as Kiyan pressed forward, driving Adrien back step by step until his back nearly crashed into the spine of an ancient tome resting on a nearby shelf. The scent of worn leather and ink filled Kiyanâs lungs, mingling with the salt of sweat and the faintest hint of expensive perfume oils Adrien had smuggled into his morning routine.
Then, in one fluid motion, Kiyan locked their blades, twisted, and forced Adrien against the wooden frame. The prince gasped, his back hitting the shelf with a dull thud, and Kiyan took the openingâsteel kissing the column of Adrienâs throat, the pulse beneath it fluttering like a caged bird.
A victorious smirk threatened to curl Kiyanâs lips, but he held it back. âYield,â he commanded instead, his voice quiet but firm. The heat of exertion burned in his muscles, but it was nothing compared to the fire in Adrienâs dark eyes.
Silence stretched between them, thick with the tension of combatâof something more. Then, Adrienâs mouth curled into that signature, insufferably self-assured smile. For a heartbeat, time seemed to pause as Kiyanâs eyes burned into Adrienâs, watching him swallow hard. A challenge mingled with mischief.
In a husky whisper, Adrien murmured, âYou have the most beautiful amber eyes, Kitty.â
Kiyan inhaled sharply through his nose, his grip tightening on the sword hilt. His heart pounded in his chest, and though Adrienâs words sent a familiar surge of desire through him, he forced himself to remain composed. He knew this was a diversionâa calculated attempt to distract him, to tempt him into submission. He had no intention of indulging in Adrienâs little tricks.
âThis wonât work,â Kiyan said, his voice steady despite the warmth curling low in his stomach. He knew this game too well. Adrien loved to push, to provoke, to see how far he could bend before breaking. âBut you can compliment me after you concede.â
Adrien, unrepentant, shifted just enough to press his thigh between Kiyanâs legs. âOh, I donât know,â he mused, feigning innocence as he rolled his hips with slow, deliberate precision. The friction was exquisite. Undeniable.
Kiyanâs body reacted before his mind could catch up, heat pooling low, blood rushing hot beneath his skin. Adrienâs smirk deepened, dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He no doubt felt Kiyan hardening in response to the teasing.
âI think itâs working rather well,â he murmured.
Kiyan growled low in frustration. That bastard.
His blade was still at Adrienâs throat. If this were a real fight, it would be over. The kill would be his. But there was something far more satisfying waiting to be won. The witcher had entirely different plans for the princeâs throatâand for claiming his victory.
Hi! How big of a jar would I need to keep your tiniest OC in? Would I be able to?
Oh man, if we are talking normal OCS we'd probably have to make a decent sized jar!
I reckon if we aren't going crazy Sol would be the clear winner as being a shapeshifter he'd be able to fit any jar really, though it would feel extremely cramped to stay so compressed for so long. I wonder what form you'd want to keep him in..
But I do also dabble in G/T, and have got quite a few actual little guys!
Kiyan is one of the first Pocket Droids, he actually comes equip with a small portal-esc feature in the components of his hand, that allows him to be very effective at getting from ledge to ledge, he's programed to be ever so helpful!
Theo is a simple lad, though we've yet to work out how he came to be so small, he's more like the classic Arrietty. He loves books and ink especially. He'd make a perfect Desk buddy!
Lir would probably be the easiest to fit in the smallest Jar! As he is half Octopus, he can really shimmy into the tight spaces. Though he enjoys wrapping around a friends wrist to go on little adventures! Perfect for someone into sea life.