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wyvern-tales · 9 months
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Trigun manga fans watching all the new Stampede fans on TikTok make bottom jokes about Legato Bluesummers like
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igneouswyvern · 22 days
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when sorey said "i won't let you be my sub lord because this isn't your dream and i don't want you getting roped into something you don't personally believe in" and mikleo came back with divine artifact in hand and strengthened resolve to become a sub lord and he said "this is my dream too" but what he really meant was "you are my dream." and "you are my everything. your dreams are my dreams. your beliefs are my beliefs. and i would go to the ends of the earth and back just to be with you. and i would give my life and my everything just to see your dreams realized because i know it means the world to you and you are the world to me."
and when sorey says "i want to create a world where humans and seraphim can coexist" he means "my bond with mikleo is so great that i believe every human should have the opportunity to have a bond like that. everyone should get to have what i have. humans and seraphim were meant to be together and i know this because mikleo and i were meant to be together. and i would go to the ends of the earth and back and give up everything if it means the rest of the world has a chance at someday having what i have. because every human deserves a mikleo."
mikleo's "i would give the world for you" and sorey's "i need to give you to the world."
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nigelpuppy · 11 months
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the skulls of Veynekian dragons
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sparkarrestor · 1 year
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Wyvern from Tales of New Wessex
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weavingmemoir · 9 months
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Something, tantalizing, deep within my core. Not transforming has taken its toll, I. Don’t feel the comfort of my t-cog. It is… so daunting. I miss it. I miss hearing it sing. I miss… being spread open, I miss being remade within the confines of my own body.
I feel stuck. Horribly stuck. It hurts, sometimes. The ghost of a pain which insists on lingering.
No place to transform, not here. I can’t do that. Shouldn’t.
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talesfromgalatea · 1 year
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Big Trouble 
Ash gets himself into a tough situation. Who’s standing over him? You’ll find out! 
Also trying out a VHS glitch effect for the fake screen shot feel, not sure if I’ll keep it. 
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A Magma Drake; Did you know I started my online artist presence drawing dragons?
36. The Dormant Forge (chapter 5 - Beloved abode 5/5 ) part 8. Stories of Dreams.
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Regina was fed up. Those stupid coins were the last straw. She yelled while trying to use a knife to get the silver from the crevices of the floor. Then the pacing started; Reggie’s heavy steps creaking the hard-wood. Wyverndor felt cold before her love’s suffering. They had done everything they could; Short of destroying the house that protected them from the inferno. Reggie was emanating enough vitriol towards the universe, she couldn’t give Wyvern a glance. Eventually, Regina lay on the floor panting. Wyverndor gave her a hug, and lay next to her.
“Now I have to fix the floor too! It’s always what you never see coming. I’m developing anxiety, Wyvern. I just wanted a nice little house, in an epic forge, with you by my side. I’ve had it! Wyvern, bring me my axe.” Reggie whimpered.
Reggie gripped the axe, ready to renovate after drinking enough water to slosh. All this for a sizable amount of pocket change. She was desperate, angry, and broke; Even for someone who can turn things to gold. They don’t accept gold at the market or pub, nor West-Silver. Regina was getting the feeling life is just ambivalently resolving minor problems moment to moment.
“What in all wonders was used to make this floor?” Reggie yelled, struggling to pry. She finally heaved so hard, that the axe flew across the room as the floorboard slapped her. Holding her nose, she lent down to gently removes the loosened wood, as Wyvern rolled back the carpet, and gathered the coins like a pidgeon.
“I hope that’s all of them.” Wyvern waved, placing them int the jar. “Now we get to put the floor together again! Like a puzzle! Puzzle time!”
“Are you kidding me?!” Reggie groaned. Wyvern paused: had she gesticulated the wrong thing?
“I know you feel defeated, after all those tribulations getting here and settling in. And also, the constant fear anything could go wrong any second. But in the end, what else are you going to do with your life right now, aside form fill your father’s order?”
“No, Wyvern. It’s not that. Look...” Regina said, pointing into the crawlspace. Wyvern looked over, to see what was making her wife weep. Behold: The center gate diagram, carved into the house’s foundation. Obscured by the rest of the flooring, but a hole big enough for Reggie to sit in, go dark, and open the gate.
“Awesome! Now we need you to really reflect on your anxiety; Catastrophize about loosing your dreams! The village could be calling a wizard to murder you for magery, this very minute. Dare the universe to mock you, Reggie! Let’s get so devastated, that you unite the veils!” Wyvern flailed.
“I can’t Wyvern. I’m so happy.” Reggie sighed. “I finally found it. Something fell into place. Fruit for my labour.”
“Then cry from joy?”
“I’m not quite that happy. This isn’t the best day of my life, it’s just a relief.” Reggie sighed. Wyvern kissed her in a last-ditch attempt; But nothing. Regina had a bout of inner peace, and thus was incapable of getting emotional enough to pull magic through her being.
After giving up and forging her father’s order, Regina went into town. She was too tired to cook, and wanted company; The fey had finally agreed to a curfew. They could relax, having accepted Regina into their abode. As night fell, Regina climbed out of the pit, and changed into her jewel-tone socks, cargos, and boots. She strolled the flats, down the backstreet, and saw the boy being reprimanded by the conductor, his mother. Reggie felt compelled to intervein.
“Want to go to pub with me?” Regina yelled to the conductor. The two looked at her; her fairness was emphasized by the dark clothes, thus making her look like a ghost.
“Master Geagmann, why are the fey quiet and dim? It’s so silent and dark, I’m scared. Can I please go to the gate to see them?” The boy cried.
“You’ve driven him mad! Made him a mage too, I bet!” The conductor snapped.
“Firstly, mages are a percentage of people born in magic house; It’s random. Also, the fey know him, and would’ve told everyone he was a mage. Lastly, your mom is right, you may not go near the forge; You could slip into the fires, hexes, or the Shadow Veil. If the fey are fond of you, they’ll come here peacefully.” Regina explained, crouching to the boy’s level. The boy still looked sad.
“So, you didn’t fix the gate? The fey didn’t all leave to see their families?” He asked. Regina shook her head.
“I need to go dark on the epicenter, which I just found. But I’m unable to emotionally destroyed myself to do it. I’m normally pretty good at controlling my ability to go dark. Some mage, eh? I’m sorry.” Regina confessed. She felt she’d failed the community more then herself. To Reggie’s surprise, conductor and her son gasped.
“Don’t go dark! You’ll die!” They yelped.
“Nah, I’ve already done it several times. I’ll be fine.” Regina said casually. The little family wasn’t breathing, and a man came to the backdoor to see what was happening. The dread in the mother’s emerald eyes was consuming. Regina was taken aback.
“Stay for dinner! Yes. To thank our local magic user for calming the fey, and talking sense into our boy.” She offered, pulling Regina into the house. The boy grabbed her knee; Reggie’s stomach churned. Not only was he cute, but affectionate and near summoning her baby fever. Arousing the memory, she’ll never have one. She sunk, but not enough to thin the veils.
“Don’t go dark; It’s fine if the gate is closed. It’s been closed for generations, and we’re all well. We even live harmoniously with the fey, who have yet to crawl form the furnace. We want you, fire wildlings, and others, around. You’re my friends.” The boy pleaded. “I don’t get along with the other kids. please Master Geagmann! I don’t want it quiet and dark at night; I like the fey watching over us!” he sobbed. Regina looked at the concerned adults around her.
“Shame to have our newest edition kick the bucket for a silly magma pit.” The conductor coaxed, sitting Reggie at the table.
“It’s not some pit; It was someone’s home. It’s my home...” Regina said, pausing. She took a breath, and ruffled the boy’s hair. “Trust me; I’m a professional! I’ve seen great things happen when gates are opened. If you really want, I can tell them it’s ok to stay up late.” She continued. The conductor stuffed potatoes into Reggie’s mouth.
“Only if you promise not to die, then.” The boy bargained.
Regina knew being tiered is the best way to get emotional. Having journaled, Reggie sat by the glowing window in the main room. She saw a white kitsune curl up on some rocks to sleep; It had a little mound it fit perfectly on. Home, she thought. The bellowing earth made Hawkhaven a home to the people. Sure, they complained. But inside they needed it. Even the cabin, was home to someone like them. Someone who loved this place. That’s why it was uncomfortable to live in the cabin; It felt like home the second she entered. But not quite her home. It had a lived-in warmth; Tidy but worn. It radiated familiar comfort, like the whole area. It wasn’t a real volcano, but a mystical vent around a diagram. It was made with thought and love. Something beloved and special, just as she dreamed.
About to doze off, Wyvern ran and grabbed the junk bowl; She could see Regina become homesick and confused. Primed for crumbling. Just a little longer, Wyvern thought, dashing to get the journal box. Regina yawned and unlocked the first one. The first page had a poorly drawn Monafyra crest. Only Helrem could make something so undecipherable.
“…Today I learned to make protection spells, by harnessing the strength of the stone kingdom’s rune; I can’t wait to show everyone!” The first entry said. The spelling was off, and writing poor. Ealden Anglian, as any mage. After reading similar entries, including the songs Helrem’s mother sang to him, Regina grabbed another:
“…Father say’s I’m big enough to work the metal with him. I’m tiered of sewing and carpentry with mother. I’m sad today thought. She say’s the fireproof tunic I made for father, scared her. But in town, father and the other men loved it; They gave me raspberries…”
Most of the entries were about mundane crafting, that Helrem couldn’t help but make magic. Each invention made those around him smile. Reggie had sat in the hole, on top of the gate, and read the books off the intact floorboards.
“I was commissioned to make a blade of shadows for the prince of my homeland. Shadow silver forms the everlasting black-fire. I put wolves on it, and hope he likes it…. Me and father had to cross the mountains, as the chieftain’s hall is inaccessible by ether; As I don’t know where it is, I can’t summon the blade to him…. Today, along the cold passage, I saw a radiant maiden. She was preparing a wood-bison, and had the silkiest hair I’ve ever seen. Her voice was like twilight, and father had to part us. She decided to join our party… On the way home, I asked the darling maiden to merry me. We all stopped, and made a new house. However, my family confessed they were weary of the fire that bubbled up around our home. I really thought making, and opening a gate, would enthuse them; I’ve only ever seen awe on the faces of common men, before unimaginable wonders. I apologized, as it was an experiment gone array. Father forgave me, and said the Vulcanic nymphs were his favourite…”
Reggie was starting to understand Morgan’s obsession; She was getting lost in these little glimpses into her hero’s life of magic. She eagerly turned the pages:
“My wife has given me a son; We named him Murdoc. She heard it from an Anglian merchant once. I want to go back to the forge, but it’s no place for a baby. Not to mention I ache without my darling. Maybe someday, I will bring him there… Murdoc is a mage, and his inexperience with spell-craft is endearing. It makes everyone smile when his enchantments burst into stars. My wife said she wishes she could howl stars from too. It made me wonder if other housed Common-Folk, would also enjoy using magic. When I surveyed the travelers back to the forge, the consensus was yes.” A journal concluded. In the silent night, Reggie felt the pain of missing her cousin and friends; Yearning for home as Helrem did. Regina remembered watering grandpa’s garden; It was also an experiment gone array. She grabbed the next journal, as Wyvern fell asleep on the carpet.
“The forge, though engineered to last forever, is keeping me from my family. Life changes, often unexpectedly, baring gifts and misfortune. We’ve adopted a mage boy named Tiberius, from Anglia, and thus my presence is needed. Hawkhaven also doesn’t have mundane things I need to experiment with, for making wands... I’m sad to leave my forge behind. The desk was a gift from father, and I was born in that bed. All the little enchantments I did to this place, while learning magic, mean a lot to me. Little things I overcame. So many memories. But perhaps the new ones I’ll make with my own family, will be equally important. I hope this place will be here, for any Warlock who wishes to also make it a home. I’ll even leave it ready to move in for them. I bet someone will dream of this place, as me and my brothers do…” Reggie stopped reading. It was getting to her. It was feeling personal; She could see why Murdoc left these journals here.
This beloved geothermic abode was made with love, and tied just for her. Regina was so excited to occupy this legend, with such youthful entitlement. She even traveled a great distance, and done so much to claim this place. Not out of respect or desire for comfort, but duty and sport. A quest to have a magic forest, make cool swords, and so on. She forgot she’d moved from home, and that this place wasn’t just thing, but a treasured place. Abandoned for centuries. Regina suddenly felt honoured to have it; And guilty for focusing on her frustration instead caring for it. She’d ripped the floor boards, and tried to fix what wasn’t broken. Reggie dropped the book, and looked at Wyvern. A soft amber glow was reflecting from her shining surface. Regina had gone dark. She felt and the heat boil her blood. She was in perfect control as she trained, and whipped the tears form her face. Out the window, she saw a thin film ripple inside an Inukshuk. The gate was open. She’d succeeded, and had no clue how to feel about it.
Regina went into town to tell the boy she’d opened the gate. Most of the fey left for a day or two, but came back. The boy hugged her. Their fey friends resumed frolicing in the night; Creating an ambience Regina began to appreciate. She was settling in. She went into town for the company, and felt at home. They complemented the clothes her father knitted for her. Reggie fired up the forge, and sent her father his order. The Radio her mother gave her, played either the Grand West or Central North radio, depending on her mood. She used her own tools, and the ones Helrem left. She imagined him using them. Reggie sent letters to Morgan about it, via the desk. Sleeping next to her love, Regina saw that the clock had broken. She fell asleep, comforted by what is both a small inconvenience, and labor of love. She’d forgotten all worry that plagued her.
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maythearo · 3 months
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" Welcome back to Night Raven College's 'Ghostly Gossip'! The school's unofficial main online source for the latest news, articles and trending topics circulating around campus! "
" I'd usually describe this as a super exclusive entry, but who am I kidding? If you've spent more than five minutes in this school, you've already seen his shadows lurking around in the background at some point (I mean, he's like. super tall.) "
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R. Rosehearts ▪︎ T. Clover ▪︎ C. Diamond ▪︎ A. Trappola ▪︎ D. Spade ▪︎ L. Kingscholar ▪︎ R. Bucchi ▪︎ J. Howl ▪︎ A. Ashengrotto ▪︎ J. Leech ▪︎ F. Leech ▪︎ K. Al Asim ▪︎ J. Viper ▪︎ V. Schoenheit ▪︎ R. Hunt ▪︎ E. Felmier ▪︎ I. Shroud ▪︎ O. Shroud ▪︎ M. Draconia ▪︎ L. Vanrouge ▪︎ S. Zigvolt ▪︎ Silver
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Man I've been postponing this for so long, I don't even remember half of what my process with this one was like. But I concluded that if I don't post this now, the loss of my mental notes will only get worse with time, so here you go, putting this out there once and for all lol
For a general picture I wanted Malleus' vibes to be more fairy tale-like. (He ended up reminding me a bit of Faybelle too, in a way.) The colors of those iridescent black feathers go well with him, I think. And did someone mention Howl's moving castle? Yeah, Howl's monster form.
I got this one ask before, reccomending the Cockatrice monster for Malleus, and searching a bit about it, is apparently also often taken as a synonymous with the basilisk? So like, Wyvern meets Basilisk, but it is also giving fae, idk. Listen, the idea inside my head is like, if you're asked to imagine a mythical creature that roams around a dark forest, outside the castle of a cursed princess, it's him. He's the creature.
And I'll admit I have not been catching up with the Diasomnia's chapter :( so give me 50 years at least so I can make up some more in-depth lore for his MH au counterpart (or maybe I'll just read a resume out of the wiki). Malleus enjoyers are free to drop headcanons onto him, you guys' knowledge of his character are always so astronomical it never fails to impress me /gen
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joshua-beeking · 3 months
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Terence being like an hibernating bear in winter. A little winter kofi request for @wyverns-tale!
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corroded-hellfire · 2 years
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A simple place where I can update things!
Buy me a coffee, if you’d like 💕
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As You Wish series
Where the Heart Is series
Big Brown Eyes series
Jack & Coke
Good Girl
Attend the Tale
The Boy Is Mine (Red’s Version)
Inked
You Belong With Me | Hesitate
The Wyvern
A First Second Date
Separation Anxiety
Infestation, Oppression, Possession
New Outfit
Pretty Girl
Passing Through
A Court of the Lord of the Rings
Top This
Wrong Crush | Double date with Will
Man of My Dreams | Sleeping Beauty
My Favorite Elf
Love Comes Walking In | Road Trip
Mommy Issues
Birthday Girl | Birthday Boy
Eddie’s Girl
Cold Turkey
@Oneforthemunny’s Summer Writing Game
Never Have I Ever
Kitten Licks | Search for Ember
Hey, Neighbor | Part 2 (Mayfield!Reader)
My Girlfriend and Her Girlfriend
Somewhere Between Edward and Dracula
Different Kind of Jealous
Eddie Requests:
Eddie with no filter hurts the reader’s feelings
Eddie takes Wayne house shopping after Corroded Coffin makes it big
Eddie finds best friend!reader singing a sad song about unrequited love and is concerned
Wayne comforting Eddie after a nightmare
Eddie x pregnant!reader where the baby kicks for the first time
Eddie taking an interest in something you like
Eddie is jealous you’re talking and friendly with your ex
Eddie teases the reader by calling her a bookworm because he has a crush on her
Eddie and reader can’t seem to find the perfect moment to have their first time
Hellfire guys keep teasing Eddie about his crush on you, so he decides to avoid you
Reader tell Eddie she’s struggling with anorexia
Hopper!reader where your dad tells the waiter, Eddie, that you think he’s cute
Eddie’s opens an adult magazine to find his innocent high school sweetheart is a centerfold
Eddie cuddles up with his two favorite girls—you and your kitten
You’re lucky that you’re cute
Eddie relaxes reader with back and head scratches after a bad day
Eddie cheers reader up after she tries to buy from him
Risky Business
Older!Eddie puts reader into subspace after a long day
Meeting Older!Eddie at a bar
Dad!eddie picks your son up from school
Dad!eddie dotes on pregnant!reader while your son is convinced you’re having a girl
St. Patrick’s Day party
Older rockstar!Eddie’s little girl sings Disney at a Corroded Coffin show
Reader breaks up with Eddie because he doesn’t take his future seriously
Eddie picks up reader after her mom’s drunk boyfriend scares her
Older!eddie and your daughter gives him a pretend haircut, only to accidentally cut some of his hair off
Harrington!reader cheerleader punches Jason when he calls Eddie a freak
Eddie getting flowers for the first time
Eddie x Reader based on fluffy scenes from Makeup
Eddie using sign language with overwhelmed reader
Fluffy first kiss
Introducing Eddie to make up sex
Eddie defends you when Carol and her friends are being mean
You and Eddie doing your nightly routine together
Eddie comforting you after you’ve had a nightmare
Eddie wants to prove he can lift plus size reader
You overhear Eddie talking about a beautiful girl, unaware that he’s talking about you
Eddie wears a shirt that says “Nerds Make the Best Lovers” and then proves it
Eddie reassuring insecure reader
Cock warming older!eddie
Eddie comforts virgin reader when she’s anxious about sex
Reader has a relapse with her ED
Your and Eddie’s son is your mini me
Older!Eddie getting scared after finding out you’re pregnant
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Offline Meeting | Visiting Hawkins
Steve requests
Steve planning a date for you with the help of the kids
Steve falls for Eddie’s sister who is a flower child
Dating Steve before breakup (Big Brown Eyes series)
This Is Music Valentine’s Day Writing Event masterlist
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wyvern-tales · 9 months
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La Mimi, El Vivi, El Woowoo, and La Mirmir
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igneouswyvern · 23 days
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finished my replay of zestiria a few days ago and something that's been really on my mind is just how incredibly hard all of this must have been for mikleo in particular. we all know the tragedy of mikleo waiting multiple centuries for sorey to come back but what about the immediate tragedy. he literally lost zenrus right before the final showdown and then he loses sorey right after. the two people he's known as long as he can remember. both of them snatched away from him in one fell swoop. what must that have been like for him? he still has the rest of the party, but they aren't what gramps and sorey were to him. the extent to which he can emotionally lean on them for support is just not as great. so he probably had to bear most of the grief by himself. and of course he knows sorey will probably be back in some form, but he also knows it will be longer than he can imagine. lonelier than he can imagine. and what can he do while he waits? elysia isn't really elysia without gramps. without sorey. exploring ruins isn't as thrilling without sorey. seeing new places, meeting new people, adventuring? sorey is what made all that special. what can mikleo do without sorey? a thousand years is a long time.
something that's even more tragic to me is that i know mikleo would sacrifice himself in a heartbeat to help sorey. he knew the risks involved with being used by seigfried in that way and he didn't care one bit. he'd throw his life away without question if it meant sorey would be able to accomplish his goal. and instead, he's cursed to live on. muse is dead. zenrus is dead. sorey is in stasis for so long he may as well be dead. only mikleo remains, cursed to survive. cursed to walk the earth for all of eternity, cursed to lose everyone he loves. cursed to loneliness, as he waits for a day that may never come. a foil for heldalf, although this is a curse of circumstance rather than of malice. and i just. i can't imagine what that must be like. to have lived your whole life with people and then to suddenly have them all taken from you at once. how do you even go forward at that point? how can you carry on?
but he did. he waited something like a thousand years, and he never gave into his grief. he never succumbed to malevolence. he lived a hundred lifetimes, all alone, and he stayed pure and holy. and sorey really did come back for him. all that loneliness, that heartache, that waiting, was all worth it in the end. and i'm crying
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nigelpuppy · 17 days
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for the kiss prompts - a playful kiss to make the other stop rambling + geraskier, pretty please 🥺
Jaskier has never been one to suffer stage fright. Since the first time he gave an impromptu performance at one of his parents’ banquets at the age of seven, he’s soaked up the spotlight at any chance he can get. There’s nothing he delights in more than having a crowded tavern or ballroom watching him with starry eyes, hanging onto his every word. He knows he’s good at what he does, a far cry from the boy who used to get bread pelted at his head while he sang about hags and abortions.
Except that as he stands behind the stage at the Oxenfurt Music Festival, listening to a pair of Nazairi troubadours sing a lovely duet, his insides roil with the same queasy nervousness he’s carried with him all day. He glances over at Geralt to make sure the witcher doesn’t notice. Geralt is leaning against the wall, looking remarkably stoic for a man who has been dragged to a music festival entirely against his will. 
Jaskier can’t let him know how nervous he is, not when Geralt took on two wyverns singlehandedly only three days ago. The fact that Jaskier, who has been a traveling bard for years, who has faced far scarier things than a crowd of onlookers (usually while cowering behind Geralt, but his point stands) has stage fright is too mortifying to admit. Luckily, Jaskier is excellent at keeping his feelings under wraps after years of traveling with his witcher. He’s sure Geralt has no idea.
“You’re nervous,” Geralt says.
Fuckity fuck.
“Nervous?” Jaskier breaks off in a monologue about how he lost the Student Bardic Competition to Valdo Marx his final year due to trickery and biased judging. “I’m not nervous! Merely excited to claim yet another in my long list of accolades.”
“You stink of anxiety.”
Jaskier just manages to resist the urge to sniff himself. “Why, thank you, Geralt. How kind of you to say. And here I thought you liked this new perfume.”
Geralt just stares at him, unimpressed.
Jaskier sighs. “I seem to have come down with the tiniest case of stage fright.”
“Stage fright?” Geralt arches an eyebrow. “But you perform all the time.”
“Not at places like this.” Jaskier waves his hand in the direction of the stage.
“You just told me in detail about all seven times you performed here before. You said you won five times.”
“And it would have been all seven, if Valdo Marx weren’t a cad and a cheat.” Jaskier puffs up in remembered outrage. “But that was the Student Bardic Festival. Everyone expects the acts there to be a little bit shit. Melitele help them, but my classmates didn’t give me much of a run for their money, save for Valdo and Essi. This is the first time I’ve performed in a professional competition.”
“And that’s why you’re nervous.”
“Yes!” Jaskier throws up his hands in exasperation. “I know this isn’t a wyvern or an angry mob, but I don’t want to make a fool of myself in front of thousands of people!”
Geralt gets an expression on his face like he’s valiantly refraining from pointing out that Jaskier doesn’t normally care about making a fool of himself. “You perform all the time.”
“For drunks in taverns who won’t notice if I make a bunk of the pronunciation of an elven ballad or courtiers who wouldn’t know a wrong note if it hit them in the face. Many of these people are trained musicians themselves who have come from all over the Continent to be here today. I have to be perfect.”
“Then be perfect.”
“Geralt.” Jaskier moans and slaps his hands over his eyes. “Have you ever heard of Elsa Svensen?”
“You know I haven’t.”
“Of course you haven’t! She was a cautionary tale when I was at Oxenfurt, a rising star in the bardic circuit until she tried to sing The Six Swans at the Lan Exeter Bardic Festival.” At the blank look on his witcher’s face, Jaskier elaborates. “It’s a famously difficult ballad in Elder. Very long, lots of tricky notes. She butchered it so badly that she was laughed off stage! Suffice to say, there was an unfortunate mispronunciation and she sang a line about the hero committing unspeakable acts with a donkey in front of the entirety of Lan Exeter, including the king and queen. It ended her career. Rumor has it that she changed her name and is now working as a traveling player.”
Geralt doesn’t look suitably horrified, in Jaskier’s opinion.
“A traveling player, Geralt!” Jaskier practically shrieks, which isn’t good for his voice, but he can’t stop himself. “I can’t act! There isn’t a single troupe of traveling players that would have me. I’ll starve. Gods, I should never have let Essi talk me into this. I’m too young to live in disgrace. Can you go out there and tell them that a horrible tragedy has befallen me and an evil witch has stolen my voice? Ooh, yes, say I’ve ruined her for all other men and this is my punishment. Do you think we can find an actual witch in—”
He doesn’t realize Geralt is approaching him until the witcher presses a brief kiss to his lips.
Jaskier blinks, surprised. Geralt isn’t one for displays of affection where anyone else might see. “What are you—”
Geralt kisses him again. Jaskier can feel the curl of his lips.
“Geralt, this is—”
Another kiss, this one accompanied by Geralt nipping at his lower lip.
“Geralt,” Jaskier says through another kiss. “Are you trying to distract me?”
“Trying to shut you up.”
“How dare—”
Geralt kisses him again. “You were working yourself up.”
Jaskier opens his mouth to protest, then realizes he was just plotting to find an actual witch to steal his voice in order to get out of a performance. Perhaps Geralt has a point. “Right.”
“You know Elder too well to accidentally sing about donkeys. And if you do manage to fuck up so badly that you ruin your career, I won’t let you starve.”
Jaskier melts into him. “Geralt, that’s the sweetest—”
“Because you’re right, you’d be a shit traveling player.” Geralt’s lips quirk.
“You—”
Geralt kisses him again, slow and sweet, and Jaskier feels the last bit of tension drain out of him.
“Jaskier the Bard!” a woman’s voice calls from the stage. “Also known as the Dandelion!”
“That’s you.” Geralt pushes him towards the stage. “You’ll do great, Jask.”
Jaskier can’t help but smile at him. “How can I not, after a sweet pep talk like that?”
“Hm. Probably not as great as Valdo Marx did earlier.” A full-on smile spreads over Geralt’s face at Jaskier’s outrage. “But we’ll see.”
And just for that, Jaskier gives the best damn performance of his life. Which is probably what Geralt intended, the terrible man.
***
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