sing me awake with a song about pirates

Vernorexia : a romantic mood inspired by spring.

Micawber : an eternal optimist.

Lucid : Full of fun and high spirits.

Hoppipolla : Jumping into puddles( in incelandic).

Basorexia : the overwhelming desire to kiss.

Logophile : a lover of words.

Eunoia : beautiful thinking , a well mind.

Catharsis : the purging or release of emotional tensions through art and music.

Nakama : a very good friend or comrade that one considers as family, even if they’re not necessarily related.

Natsukashii : suddenly euphorically nostalgic, triggered by experiencing something for the first time in years.

Sweven : a vision seen in sleep , a dream.

Orphic : mysterious and entracing beyond ordinary understanding.

Lucent : Softly bright or radiant.

New Geralt/Jaskier fic

Summary: What if Jaskier never spends that coin Geralt gave him in Posada.

No matter what happened, how hungry and desperate he was, Jaskier always saves it, it’s his good luck charm. It’s a reminder than good things can always turn up in unexpected places and change your life forever.

You can read this on AO3 if you prefer!

Sometimes ago I published that headcanon I used as a summary and my friends from the TAD group chat suggested that @helllucifer and myself could turn it into a fanfic each. So here’s mine.

@abluescarfonwaston who asked to be tagged :)

M/M, Gen, Hurt/Confort, dealing with feelings like adults, post episode Rare Species, injured!Jaskier, protective!Geralt, Geralt is an idiot

Wordcount: 5327

What I’m Meant For

Geralt barely has time to cross the Inn threshold before a big looking man accosts him. He’s been riding for three days since his last hunt, he’s tired and starving and really wishes he could have a hot bath before someone sets him on another meaningless drowner hunt, for the third time in a row.

“Ah, Witcher you’re finally here!”

“Why? Do you have a contract for me?” Geralt asks, a little annoyed.

“No, I don’t. But we’ve got your bard! We’ve been waiting for you to collect him. Well… no, not exactly. Maybe, just talk some sense into him? He’s been trying to leave this morning, we’ve nearly had to tie him to the bed!”

“My bard?” Geralt asks, too startled to answer anything else.

“Yes. Aren’t you the White Wolf? The Witcher who travels with a famous bard? He’s here, upstairs. Wants to leave but he’s in no condition.”

Geralt’s heartbeat picks up a little.

“Jaskier is here? What happened to him?” he stammers, looking up as if he could find Jaskier through the ceiling, barely stopping himself from running up the stairs.

“That fool went at it with a couple of thieves right out of town. Gave time to my niece and her friend to escape back to the village to tell us what had happened. By the time we got there, they were already gone and the bard was lying half-dead on the ground! But I gather he gave as good as he got, there was plenty of blood around that wasn’t his.”

“Fuck,” is the only thing Geralt can say, a cold shiver making his way down his spine. His eyes travel back to the innkeeper.

“We got him back to the village and put him in one of the rooms here. Our healer has been taking care of him. He slept through the night and the next day. He woke up last night for a little bit and again this morning. He was pretty adamant he needed to leave and put up a fight when we wouldn’t let him go but in the end, he couldn’t walk for long alone anyway. He’s been sleeping on and off since noon, my wife’s been checking on him.”

“How bad are his injuries?”

“The healer says he’ll live, he just needs rest. They kicked him and beat him pretty good. He’s got a couple of deep cuts, ribs are in a bad way but he’ll be okay. He’s a tough one. The girls said he fought tooth and nail to save them. They took all his money. His clothes were all over the ground but we recovered everything we could from his pack. Don’t really know if he had anything of value with him they might have taken thought.”

“His lute. Did they take it?”

Celtic mythology: and then the fae cursed me because I fucked them over.

Polynesian mythology: and then I fucked with nature so nature fucked with me.

Egypt Mythology: maybe I shouldn't have fucked with the dead

Norse mythology: and then loki fucked with me.

Lynx which fell asleep on a porch is woken up by its tiny counterpart 

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I have this headcanon that sometimes the Witchers get really overwhelmed by everything around them since all their senses are so acute. And I also wrote a line in the previous piece in this series about Eskel helping Geralt thought his trials and I wanted to write something around it. But you can read this and not read Fear without missing anything. 

Wordcount: 2581

tags: Eskel/Geralt, Hurt/Confort, Baby Witchers

 I’m sorry the editing looks a bit weird, I don’t know what’s going on. You can read it on AO3 if you prefer.

I wanna say a huge thank you to @poetastic for always listening to me and reassure me about writing stuff and let me talk her ear off every day. She hasn’t found my off button yet ^^ (it’s crispy m&ms).  Go check out her blog, she’s awesome and a kind person :)

Senses

The smell of sweat, acrid and burning cold on his flesh. The dazzling rush of blood in his hands, his chest, his veins. The beat beat beat beat of his own heart deafening in his ears. The air tearing at his lungs with each breath. Darkness too bright in his throbbing eyes. It’s so much, so much, all at once.

He gasps and curls around himself, needing the world to be small and quiet again.

The door open quietly, grating louder than his own bones shifting under his skin.

“Geralt?” He winces at the voice, covering his ears and whimpering very quietly.

Sounds of light steps moving across the dirt, soft but heavy. The burning heat of another body, settling next to him, almost touching but not quite. The coarse fabric of the tunics they all wear shifting and shrieking in his ears. Everything hurts, everything is raw. He scratches at his own skin, fingernail already turning red.

A hand tenderly settles on his and tucks it away gently.

“Don’t do that please”, the voice murmurs.

“It hurts so bad Eskel, everything’s too much”, Geralt gasps and snatches his hand away trying to make himself even smaller but his skin burns every time he moves.

Eskel waits a moment. His senses are quick to adjust to the darkness of the basement where they are sitting in a corner. But he still needs a minute to see well enough from the sliver of light coming from under the door. He turns his body to shield Geralt’s oversensitive eyes from the light. The smell of the dirt is strong and unpleasant, the air feels wet and heavy. He can’t imagine how it must smell to Geralt with his enhanced faculties.

Looking at the small form in front of him, Eskel gets lost in thoughts. This would be the third time they’ve put Geralt under experimental trials. The first two hadn’t been as terrible as the last. Geralt had screamed and kicked and begged for it to stop but when Vesemir had led Eskel to his bed, he had quickly calmed down under his touch. The mages had protested, not wanting him to bear witness to what was happening in the darkness of the trial room, but Vesemir had left them with little choices. Eskel’s voice had been a reassuring presence throughout each of the trials after that first night. Few other boys had been chosen and none had survived past the first few additional mutations. Each trial had been a mountain to climb. Eskel would be led out of the room on the last morning every time when Geralt was finally completely conscious and not delirious with the pain anymore.

He knew the mages and trainers wanted to inspect his brother as closely as they could before letting him loose among the others again and they didn’t need Eskel for that. His task was done. He had overheard and pieced together enough conversations while smoothing Geralt to know his own future at Kaer Morhen depended on Geralt’s ability to survive the trials well. Somehow Vesemir had managed to convince Rennes that Eskel was indispensable to ensure the success of the experiments. His point had been made when the other boys had died screaming alone and Geralt had quietly survived after Eskel had climbed in the bed with him without a pause and held him tight all night long. He had smoothed the skin around his wrist when Geralt had pulled at his restraints so hard they had started to bleed and let his voice become a soft blanket for Geralt to hide under from the pain. His hair had turned white from the traumatic experience but he had survived and it was all that mattered.

If it wasn’t for the older Witcher, one of them would have been sent away already, probably to the Griffin school. That was what happened to trainees who got too close to each other. They got separated and sent to train under new Masters. Most of them didn’t make it to the trial of the Mountain, belonging to both schools and neither of them at the same time. Not all the mutations were compatible. Eskel wasn’t a fool, the Wolves would never let go of Geralt. But neither would he.