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onthepageoftears · 3 years

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Wounds and Whiskey (Jaskier x OC) || The Witcher

a/n: okay so this isn’t so much ‘cute and romantic’ as it is ‘thea in pain and jaskier helping her’ but I hope you enjoy it anyway khlghhsd also this is one of those things where I went back to read my doc for Thea and was like “ummmm this is good? why did I stop writing this???” anyway, i’m glad I could find the inspiration to write this little drabble, so thanks for the request!

request: Hi, could you please write something cute, romantic and fluffy between Jaskier and your oc Thea, please? Thanks so much!!

warnings: mentions of blood, wounds, pain, stabbing etc. language, alcohol consumption, but flufffff too hehe

words: 1,580

Please Don’t Plagiarize My Work!

“Shit.” Thea’s voice was scratchy, barely even a sound. Her eyes were still closed when she woke up, and the first thing she felt was pain. Her head pounded, her heartbeat was stuck in her throat, and her arm felt like it was actively pulsing from where she had fallen.

In the time that she had passed out, the sun had drifted below the horizon. Thea knew that before she even managed to crack her eyes open — the darkness was more than just from her own eyelids, and she remembered leaving the inn quite early, planning to only stay out for a couple hours.

So much for that.

Almost against her own will, Thea lifted her eyelids. They were heavy; far too heavy for her liking. She didn’t know how long she had been passed out, but part of her wished she had stayed that way. The pain was more than she expected, but not more than she’d felt before. It was manageable, at least for a little while.

She let her fingers graze her throbbing arm — bad choice. The sharp sting of pain made her squeeze her eyes shut once more; after the pain subsided — only slightly — she lifted her eyelids again. Yeah, just as she thought: she had gotten stabbed with a knife, or dagger, or some other blade. But somehow, the blood wasn’t pouring as profusely as it should have been. Which meant that she already lost far too much.

Thea bit her tongue as she pushed herself off the ground with her good arm. Her feet were wobbly, but she was able to stand without much trouble. Of course, she also had to lean against a nearby tree, but it was the small victories that she would celebrate.

She forced herself to breathe carefully as she trudged towards what she hoped was the road. In the darkness, and in her pain infused vision, it wasn’t very easy to tell. But still, the moonlight guided her steps, and she eventually made it to the road she walked earlier that day. Blinking at the sight in front of her, Thea realized she wasn’t too far from the town. Despite the pain she was in, she couldn’t help but feel proud of how far she had gotten before passing out — perhaps a new record.

As much as this was helpful, the pain in her arm was only getting worse. She’d have to get back to the town, and fast. She had her bow still fastened on her back — how it wasn’t snapped in two, she’ll never know — but her other supplies were in the bag she dropped. Dropped, yes. That was what happened. Even now, she couldn’t be too sure. Who had even stabbed her in the arm?

She’d catch up to her memory later. Now, she needed Jaskier.

Never thought it would come to that. She laughed to herself through gritted teeth. Even in immense pain, she could still cling onto the bard that, surprisingly, helped her on more occasions than she could count. He was useless at times, but she had come to the point where she could call him…a friend. And she hadn’t had many of those.

She was looking through the slits of her eyes by the time she pushed open the inn’s front door. Her breaths were heavy, limbs heavier, and she couldn’t even imagine how she looked to the inn keeper.

Luckily, she didn’t have to worry about it.

Jaskier’s strumming came to a halt. Even in her half-conscious state, she could see he was sitting alone in the empty tavern. Perhaps he had just performed and was waiting for her to return. Either way, he jolted from his seat, letting his lute hang beside him.

“Thea? Thea what the—“ He stopped, his eyes filling with horror. “Shit, what happened to you?”

“Ambush,” she managed, keeping her hand clutched against her wound. She would have given more information if she hadn’t been so focused on keeping herself up on her feet — or if she had remembered it at all. She must have hit her head when she passed out, because all she had now were still just puzzle pieces of the memory.

Without a word, Jaskier lifted her good arm over his shoulders and latched one arm around her waist. Her weight was practically all on him, but she didn’t mind. Her feet barely touched the floor, and finally, she felt like she could breathe normally.

Thea opened her eyes again to Jaskier rushing around their room. She was sitting in a chair — she didn’t remember getting here. Must’ve passed out again. Her eyes blinked drearily, but widened immediately upon finding the bottle of alcohol beside her.

“Don’t touch that.” Jaskier sat in the chair across from her, his frown making her pout. “We need to clean the wound.”

“We need to numb the pain.”

Jaskier pursed his lips.

Thea blinked back.

He rolled his eyes. “One drink.” He lifted the bottle for her, bringing it to her lips and tipping it back. The liquid burned as it fell down her throat, but immediately, she felt better. Well, ‘better’ was a relative term. But she already felt the color returning to her skin as Jaskier placed the bottle back on the table beside her.

Somewhat more awake, Thea leaned back in her seat. Her eyes threatened to droop shut once more, but she didn’t want to give in. Not yet.

Jaskier inched the wet towel towards her arm. She watched him as he tried to gently pat her arm, where a mixture of dirt and dried blood caked on her skin.

As soon as the towel made contact, she winced.

“Did that hurt?”

Thea grit her teeth. “No.”

Jaskier quirked a brow. Instead of saying anything else, he leaned forward again, this time taking her arm in one hand and using the towel to clean the wound with the other. It got easier to expect the warm cloth against her open wound, but Thea still flinched. She hated it, but she was too tired to pretend it didn’t hurt.

Jaskier’s eyes were focused. His fingers around her arm were gentle, but firm. The tips were calloused, rough against her skin. She was trying to ignore the fan of breath that hit her skin as he leaned closer, doing his best to clean the area around her wound. She supposed it was easier to focus on his proximity — and the way his lashes brushed against his cheeks, or the parting of his pink lips — than the pain she was in.

Jaskier’s voice was low when he spoke. “Why is it that whenever you go off on your own, something catastrophic happens?”

Thea’s eyes flicked to the bard. He was dipping the cloth into the bucket of warm water, but as soon as he turned, his smirk rose.

Thea narrowed her eyes at him. “You know, you’re not as funny as you think you are,”

“Funny enough to make you laugh.”

Thea cursed the twitch of her lips. She cursed even more when Jaskier noticed it, a gleam reaching his gaze.

She rolled her eyes to make up for it, then sat up in her chair and jut her chin out to the bottle beside her. “Alcohol. Now.”

“You’ve had enough.”

Thea scrunched her nose. “What are you, my suitor?“ Jaskier’s eyebrows shot up, and, if she was seeing right, his cheeks reddened. She ignored it and continued, “I can drink what I want to. And it’s not even for me. We need to disinfect the wound.”

Jaskier avoided her gaze as he reached for the bottle. “Right.”

“Wait,” she said, just before he was about to pour the liquid over her wound. “Give me the towel.” Jaskier did, and she used her good arm to shove it in her mouth. With a nod of her head, Jaskier poured the alcohol over her arm.

Her scream was muffled, but it didn’t stop the tears that sprung to her eyes. She squeezed them shut, trying to ignore the stinging in her arm.

Then, memories.

Walking through the forest. Gathering herbs. Eyes searching for a good tree to climb. Somewhere she could stretch her bow back without a problem. Food, so they didn’t have to buy more at the inn.

Then a pain in her arm. A knife, with a man on the other end of it. She didn’t even look to see who it was before ripping the knife from his grip and out of her arm, back down to the side of his neck. His eyes flickered until they faded completely, and his body fell to the ground with a thump.

“Dat Ucker.” Jaskier pulled the towel from her mouth, allowing her to pant through her gritted teeth.

“What fucker?”

“The guy that stabbed me. Shit.” She winced at the tingles in her arm; her eyes felt heavy once more, but she urged them open. Before she could tell him to, Jaskier began carefully wrapping her wound.

Thea’s words came out with less cruelty than she’d intended; they fell from her mouth in an exhausted slur, “If he weren’t already dead, I’d fucking kill him.”

“I don’t doubt it,” Jaskier murmured, and with a few more dragged out blinks, Thea finally let herself close her eyes. She kept them closed as Jaskier finished the bandage, guided her to her bed, and settled her under the covers. Then, she let sleep fully take over.

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choulatte · 5 years

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Tag me baby one more time

Nickname:

Zodiac:

Height:

Hogwarts House:

Last thing I googled: uhm, the location of a restaurant

Favorite Musicians: Hm, this is hard, Billie Eilish, Linkin Park, and well i mostly listen to Radio so I have lots of songs i like. I also very much enjoy film music

Song stuck in my head: Sucker - Jonas Brothers

Followers: 555

Following: 81

Do you get asks: Barely any

Amount of sleep: 7-8h on average. Anything below that and you’ll meet grumpy Chou :DD

Lucky number: hm 11 and 10

What are you wearing: Leggins, red and black dress and a black thin jacket

Dream job: i don’t really have one tbh. I’m too much of a realist, but i guess writing full time might be cool

Dream trip:

Instruments: I played the trumpet for uhm like 10+ years and the drums for like 4

Languages: Swiss German/German, English, Japanese, French and I had some Italian during school but i forgot most of it. Currently I’m trying my hand at learning Dutch. De salade :DDD

Favorite Song: OOOF, honestly i dunno

Random Fact: Orcas are called killer whales but not a single attack on humans has been recorded in the wild. Also they’re technically dolphins and not whales.

Aesthetic: blue/turqoise gold

Tagged by @lankylevi

Tagging anyone who wants to do this <3

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graytindol-blog · 5 years

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( nick robinson, cismale ) did you hear how GRAYSON TINDOL is applying to columbia university as an ASTROLOGY major ?! the 19 year old is living in the HARTLEY HOUSE. i heard that they got in because they are +SELF-CRITICAL and +PASSIONATE, but honestly i think HE can be -COMPLEX and -PREOCCUPIED. they’re a real PRODIGY. oh well, only time will tell if the FRESHMAN will make it til the end.

hi loves! my names vee, im 20 and am in CST ! this is my baby boy grayson, who prefers gray. hes a big huge galaxy sized nerd who takes his studies a tad too seriously.

grayson michael tindol

he L O V E S anything to do with the universe, he has wanted to be an astronaut since he was 5, he was one of the few to stick to their dreams!

his parents are together and happy, his mom an english professor and his father an architect

he had your typical well off suburban life, went to a nice school, always got good grades and graduated as valedictorian

his parents SHELTERED him, so he doesnt understand things, isn’t comfortable with nsfw topics and things hes just a cringy bb

he is a nerd, so hes always alone reading and to himself+watching documentaries

his BIGGEST critic is himself, he is always pushing himself farther than he needs (which includes giving himself a full schedule at school, stupid)

he is compassionate, loyal, but he can be is always in his own world ~SPACED~ out

he is easily influenced and pressured

his only fault is that he takes a lot of “energy” pills he calls them, which is adderall. a drug commonly given to kids with ADD/ADHD. one of his friends gave it to him one night before a test so he could study, and he has depended on them ever since - yet he wont admit it

OH and hes biexual, hes never been with anyone mostly because hes confused on WHO he likes, he doesnt quite understand you can like everyone he thinks he has to like either women or men -- hes goofy.

hes a pisces, he loves old shit like records and old movies, hes a sucker for reptiles

BIO IS IN PROGRESS, ILL ANNOUNCE WHEN ITS FINISHED :-)

WANTED CONNECTIONS

best friend / friend - it can be complex or as simple as youd like ! they can be the person who gave him the pills the first time, or be a friend from home, or even just a study buddy!

love interest - doesnt have to be right now, but i am a SUCKER for a love interest

enemy/rival - maybe someone from school he doesnt like because theyre a better student, or got a better grade them then in class

im not sure what other connections i love all different kinds, the dirty, the sweet, the complex

GIVE ME ALL !!

#like/message me if you want to plot!#tw: addy addiction #i want all the connections #all of them #{ .intro }#columbiaintro

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vuisburning · 6 years

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If you’re going to keep with the ships at least make a accurate one: Permit x Ostrich, Gelos x Dentist, Assign x Vape, Intuitive x Blankts, Chapo x Meow, Skrt x Acid, Alliegant x Scotch, Vro x Pimp, Mwolfe x Uckers, Gleams x Records, Jords x Kenodoxy, Erec x ilyt, Aldi x Rubylol, Nmad x Fkboy Mwolfe, Eater x Jailbait, Alchemy x Vrib, Ignorant x Valyrian, Orb x Cuckt, Rakija x Fired, Glovember x Albacore

#list

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joeyvintage · 4 years

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Rebel Without a Pause

Public Enemy

REBEL WITHOUT A PAUSE LYRICS

[Produced by The Bomb Squad]

[Intro: Rev. Jesse Jackson]

"Brothers and sisters! Brothers and sisters, I don't know what this world's coming to!"

[Verse 1: Chuck D]

Yes, the rhythm, the rebel

Without a pause, I'm lowering my level

The hard rhymer -- where you never been, I'm in

You want stylin'? You know it's time again

D, the enemy, tellin' you to hear it

They praised the music, this time they play the lyrics

Some say no to the album, The Show

Bum Rush, the sound -- I made a year ago

I guess you know, you guess I'm just a radical

Not on sabbatical, yes, to make it critical

The only part your body should be partyin' to

Panther power on the hour from the rebel to you

[Ad-lib 1: Flavor Flav]

Ay yo Chuck, I don't understand this, man!

Yo, we got to slow down man, we losin' them!

[Verse 2: Chuck D]

Radio—suckers never play me

On the mix, they just okay me

Now, known and grown, when they're clocking my zone, it's known

Snaking and taking everything that a brother owns

Hard — my calling card

Recorded and ordered, supporter of Chesimard

Loud and proud, kicking live next, poet supreme

Loop a troop, bazooka, the scheme

(Flavor) A rebel in his own mind

Supporter of my rhyme

Designed to scatter a line of suckers who claim I do crime

They on my time ticket

[Ad-lib 2: Flavor Flav]

Ay yo, Chuck, they think we takin' shorts!

Show 'em this is cold medina, man!

Come on, kick it!

[Chorus]

Terminator X, Terminator X

Terminator X, Terminator

[Ad-libe 3: Flavor Flav]

Yo Chuck, you gettin' em nervous

They can't handle this, they gonna break down!

[Verse 3: Chuck D + Flavor Flav]

From a rebel, it's final on black vinyl

Soul, rock and roll coming like a rhino

Tables turn, suckers burn to learn

They can't disable the power of my label

Def Jam, tells you who I am

The enemy's public, they really give a damn

Strong Island, where I got 'em whylin'

That's the reason they're claiming that I'm violent

Never silent, no dope, getting dumb — nope

Claiming where we get our rhythm from

Number one, we hit ya and we give ya some

No gun, and still never on the run

You wanna be an S1 -- Griff will tell you when

And then you'll come again, you'll know what time it is

Impeach the president, pulling out my ray gun

Zap the next one, I could be your Shogun

(Suckers) don't last a minute

Soft and smooth, I ain't with it

(Hardcore) raw bone like a razor

I'm like a laser, I just won't graze ya

Old enough to raise ya, so this'll faze ya

Get it right boy and maybe I will praise ya

Playing the role, I got soul too

Voice my opinion with volume

(Smooth) Not what I am

(Rough) Cause I'm a man

No matter what the name, we're all the same

Pieces in one big chess game

(Yeah!) The voice of power

Is in the house — go take a shower, boy

P.E. a group, a crew — not singular

We wear black Wranglers

We're rap stranglers, you can't angle us

I know you're listening

I caught you pissin' in your pants

You're scared of us dissing us

The crowd is missing us

We're on a mission y'all

[Ad-lib 4: Flavor Flav]

Yo Chuck, yo! Yeah, man!

Yo, you got 'em runnin' scared!

[Chorus]

Terminator X, Terminator X

Terminator X, Terminator

[Verse 4]

Attitude, when I'm on fire

Juice on the loose, electric wire

Simple and plain, give me the lane

I'll throw it down your throat like Barkley

You see my car keys, you'll never get these

They belong to the Nine-Eight posse

You want some more, son? You wanna get some?

Bum-rush the door of a store — pick up the album

You know the rhythm, the rhyme plus the beat is designed

So I can enter your mind, boys!

Bring the noise — my time

Step aside for the flex, Terminator X

[Ad-lib 5: Flavor Flav]

Yeah, that's right

This jam is rated cold medina, boy

That's right, cold medina, that's right

We showin' up in E-F-F-E-C-T also known as effect

You understand what I'm sayin'?

[Outro]

Yeah! Yeah, boy!

Bring that beat back

Bring that beat back one more time, Chuck

Y'all wanna hear that beat, right?

Bring that beat back

“REBEL WITHOUT A PAUSE” TRACK INFO

Produced ByChuck D, Hank Shocklee & Bill Stephney

Written ByChuck D, Eric Sadler & Hank Shocklee

Release Date June 1988

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