#anyw this fic is so fun….. i hope i……. finish it…. soon…..

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Oooo!! Oooo!! I wanna do the wip meme thing too ^^

can i get something for the word “lollipop”

Hey friend!! I didn’t think i had this word in my wips so i held back on it but turns out it popped up in my newest round of writing lol as an apology for the wait ill give u a whole section of that no cape high school childhood friend au i sneak peak-ed before. Its a flashback!

“Hey,” the kid says, voice high and distinctly posh, “Smoking is bad for you.”

Jason refrains from blowing smoke right in that condescending face. “No shit.”

Undeterred, the kid takes to rummaging his pockets, a whole production of flailing and near stumbles while he pats himself down, mouth running all the while.

“Like yeah, obviously.” he says, a bit above a murmur and only getting louder. “But you’re never really aware just how bad it can get for you- the yellow teeth and painful rasp in one thing, but then you get into the pruney lungs and the cancer, which you can argue isn’t <i>that</i> different from the effects of Gotham smog, but can you imagine all of that stacked onto each other? At least the factory fumes here could nominally give you superpowers!”

A lollipop practically gets shoved against his chest.

“Your face looks like the type that would serve you well in the future- you wouldn’t want to give in to premature aging before your prefrontal cortex even finishes developing. These are my mom’s diet candies, she has them imported from VIetnam, hopefully it can help curb your oral fixation without changing your course on track for diabetes.”

The twerp finishes with a wide grin. Jason throws out his meanest sneer.

“Charmed.” he says, shoving the candy back so hard the other almost bowls over. “You lecture everyone in your periphery or am I just special?”

A mouth opens, Jason shuts him down. “Nevermind, I don’t actually care. Piece of advice for you too, Shrimp: learn to keep your mouth shut when no one asks, you’ll save yourself the trouble.”

“Oh.” he says. But the sheepish smile still plastered on that chubby face is distinctly unintimidated. “My parents said that too. I thought it was just for adults though! Sorry ‘bout that. I’ll just-”

He mimes zipping his mouth shut, and starts slinking away from Jason in small, silent steps. Every move more deliberate and careful, like he’s trying to be considerate of the company. It’s a noticeably quieter exit than when he came. Honestly, it makes Jason feel like an A-Grade asshole. Like the type of snotty tough guy who shoves nerds in lockers because they’re embarrassing to look at.

It’s a shitty feeling. One that crawls along his skin like a forecast of him turning into one big cliche. His mom would be disappointed, Bruce and Alfred too. Moreover, he’s just not that type of guy. Hates them even. But maybe not as much as he’d hate being that guy to someone else.

[blingblongblink]

Bakugou, comfort fan fic

Summary : You and your ex just broke up. And you didn’t leave your room for a week. Bakugou wasn’t having any of it, and took you out.

Warning (?) : Not the best writing

 A/N : Hi hi hi, Blinky here. So uhm..I made this a few days ago and I didn’t copyread it so if it’s REALLY sucky I’m sorry T_T. I hope you still enjoy though :D!

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Bakugou’s POV:

‘That weirdo isn’t here again.’ the blond male thought to himself, as he scanned the common room area of the Class-1A dormitory. ‘Sigh…Y/N must really be having a hard time..” Raccoon eyes sighed Bakugou’s ears perked up at the sound of your name. “Yeah..They haven’t left their room in a while…” Round cheeks added. Sipping from her boba tea. “Didn’t they just breakup-” the invisible girl was cut off by the two other girls “Shhhhhhh!! Y/N didn’t tell us if they were comfy with saying that info!!” Raccoon eyes shushed. “Gah-! Sorry…!” Hagakure apologized.

As they continued to worry about Y/N’s well being. Wondering if they should go check up on them. Bring them some food. Comfort them. Or all the above. Bakugou got his phone, and texted you.  

 Your POV:

 Memories of screaming and shouting and tears played through your mind as you clutched onto your pillow. The breakup. You and your lo-..I mean..Ex,broke up about a week ago. Was it a week..? You don’t know. It felt like forever. Yet the pain didn’t go away. You slowly woke up, and sat upright. The room was dark. Only a little bit of light coming in through the small gap between the dark colored curtains. But then you noticed another source of light. Your phone. Someone sent you a text. You picked up the phone to see who it was. And you never thought you’d see the day where he of all people would text you this, let alone text you at all!

Sparky sparky boom boom man ;

Oi. You idiot. Why didn’t you come out of your fucking room again? Those dumbasses are beginning to worry you know.

Bakugou Katsuki. THE. BALUGOU. KATSUKI. Asking if you were okay? Well-- he isn’t really but you can tell he was somewhat worried. If he wasn’t, he wouldn’t be texting you,

Y/N :

Sorry Bakugou. I still don’t feel too well.

You replied, and in the skip of a heartbeat he texted back.

Sparky sparky boom boom man:

I’m omw.

..You read the text aloud. “I’m on my way..?” you asked yourself. You took a minute to process what those words meant. “..Wait…” your e/c eyes stared at the phone in disbelief. “HE’S COMING OVER?!?!”

Third Person POV :

He got you some breakfast and started walking towards your room. “Hey! Bakubro! Where are you going?” Shitty hair- I mean. Kirishima, asked. “IT’S NONE OF YOUR DAMN BUSINESS SHITTY HAIR!” Bakugou snarled and began stomping towards your room.

Bakugou knocked on your bedroom door -more like banged his fist against the door-. “Hey, Let me in.” he demanded. No response. His eye twitched. “Oi oi oi…Don’t tell me you’re just gonna leave me out here.” ..Nothing. He realized what he said could make you not want him in your room even more. He sighed, trying to calm down at least a little bit. “Look. I’ll only be doing this once. So if you don’t let me in now. I won’t help ever again. Including your homework shit.” he lied. Of course he would still help you. He-…No he didn’t…He just saw you as a good rival and wanted to make you even better. The better you are. The more challenging you are to fight.

“I’m gonna count to three. And if the door isn’t open by then. I’m leaving.” He stated, “One..Two..” then the door made a click noise. And his vermilion looked down to see you. Your h/c hair was a mess. And you were wearing a gray hoodie. “H-Hey Bakugou..” you muttered. He huffed, “You look like shit.” you laughed. “I know..” you agreed. You then looked at the plate of food he was holding. “Thanks for bringing food. I needed it haha,,” you reached out for the food. But he just lifted his hand higher to a height you couldn’t reach. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “You thought I was just gonna give you food then leave?” he asked. Your eyes widened. “Uhm..Maybe..?” you laughed nervously.

“Move.” he demanded. You tried to close the door, but then he stopped you with his one hand. “Heh. That was a bit rude don’t you think?” he teased. But then looked at you. And saw the look on your face. He then realized this could’ve been the wrong choice. “..Sorry” he mumbled and handed you your food. “What..?” you stared at the food. Then looked back up at him. “I said I’m sorry okay! I..I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” he averted his gaze. He..Was apologizing to you? He. HE-..Said sorry..?

You smiled and took the plate, “It’s alright. It’s just..’ You looked at your room. “My room is a mess right now..You’d get even more pissed..” He looked at you. “Now I just wanna get in there even more.” he complained. You thought about whether or not you should let him in. He won’t get that mad right?

You let him in. And God were you worried with anticipation. Just waiting for him to lecture you about keeping your room clean or something like that. But no. He just kept quiet as his eyes trailed along the room. Which may I add, DID NOT MAKE YOUR FEAR ANY BETTER. He finally sighed. And said “Go sit and eat. I’ll clean this fucking mess.” and he began to pick up one of the clothes on your floor. “E-EH!? Y-YOU DON’T HAVE TO IT’S OKA-” “JUST SHUT THE HELL UP AND LET ME DO THIS.” he barked back, as he crouched down and put it around his arm. You did as he said and ate your food, and tried to make sure he doesn’t catch you staring.

He had this look on his face. It..Wasn’t that pissed off angry face. It looked a bit like that but..It felt somewhat different. He looked a bit worried..? Sad even..? God. You’re probably overthinking it. Just don’t think about it, Y/N! You shouted at yourself. But as soon as you did. You remembered the breakup. And tears began to prickle at your eyes. But you wiped it off as soon as you realized you were about to sob. You turned to him, hoping he didn’t see. And he had his back turned against you, and was entering the bathroom. “I’m gonna look for the laundry basket. I’ll be back” he said, then rummaged through the bathroom.

He saw you. He saw those tears. But he didn’t say anything-- Yet anyway.

After you had finished eating. He finished cleaning the room a bit. It wasn’t full on cleaning since he would have to sweep the floor and dust the dirt and etc but hey, it looked better than before!

“Thanks Bakugou. I’m sorry you had to do this..” you thanked the explosion boy. “Yeah yeah. It was no problem. Now get dressed we’re going out.” he turned to leave but you stopped him. “Huh? What do you mean?” you question. “What does it sound like? You haven’t left your room in a while and I can tell you’re getting lazy again. So we’re gonna go out for a walk. You understand?” he explained. “O-Oh. Okay..” You trailed off. “Where will we be going?” “Don’t ask. Just get dressed. And you better take a bath okay?” he said and closed the door. 

A little later you took a bath. Combed your hair -you had a bit of a hard time with that-.Got a bag and filled it with things you need. And wore some casual clothes, You then heard a knock on your door, and as expected it was Bakugou. He glanced but walked away immediately. “Hurry up. I won’t wait all day for you.” And you ran after him

. As the two of you entered the common room. Eyes stared at you and the blond. Some began asking if you were okay. Others teased and asked If you were going on a date, then the small portion minded their own business and didn’t say anything. Bakugou raised a middle finger to those who were asking if you two were going on a date, you told those who asked about your well being that you were okay. And you two were off. To wherever Bakugou said you would go.

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You stared in awe at the scene in front of you. Sparkles in your eyes as you read the sign. Bakugou tried to contain the smile on his face. But he couldn’t help it. Not when you looked so happy. “This..This is…” you began. Bakugou forced himself to make his usual grumpy face. “It’s a damn dog cafe.” he stated the obvious. You ran in the cafe and grinned, looking at all of the puppies inside. One immediately running towards you. As you crouched down and cooed at the small creature. Bakugou tsked, and walked toward the counter. Asking for a menu. Since he won’t really be playing with the dogs, “OI! Do you wanna eat anything?” You were swarmed with puppies. A LOT of puppies were gathering around you. And you were loving it. And so was Bakugou. He loved seeing that smile on your face. Although he would never admit it. He ordered you some fries and the lady asked, :”Is she your girlfriend?” Bakugou turned red and yelled no. Then stomped to a nearby table. The lady chuckled in amusement.

Bakugou grumpily sat down. Arms crossed as he muttered insults. Boyfriend. The word played through his head. He snapped out of it and scolded himself. He can’t date you. Not yet anyw- no never, nope nope nope- “Bakugou!” you called for him, and his heart pounded against his chest a little bit more than usual. You were now sitting on the floor. Your eyes sparkling like stars from the galaxy. Your smile warm and bright. “You’re not gonna play with the puppies?: you pouted, holding a puppy up to him. It’s puppy dog eyes staring at him. “No. I don’t play with dogs.” he said, about to pull out his phone. Before you hastily put the puppy around your arm, and used the other arm to hold his hand. Catching his attention. “Pleeeaaaseee? It’s fun! I swear!” you begged. And he blushed. “Ugh! Fine! If It will stop you from making that annoying face then..Fine!” he got out of the chair, and sat next to you. “And stop holding my hand!” he quickly pulled his hand away from you as you simply laughed at his aggressiveness. And placed the puppy on his lap.

You were always like this..You always laughed it seemed. And for some reason, it felt like music to his ears every time he heard it. He patted the small creature on his lap. He sneakily took his phone from his photo, and took a picture of you. And you didn’t notice. You looked..Beautiful. He caught himself thinking that, and tried to ignore the feeling again.

The food soon came and you whined, not wanting to let the puppies go. It took him awhile but after threatening to finish your fries you agreed. You looked at the puppies longingly. And he couldn’t help but chuckle. Then you two began to talk about whatever came to mind. Stupid new trends. School. Homework. Your love for dogs. Anything to keep your mind off your ex. And it seemed to be working. Or at least he hoped it did.

After you finished eating, you immediately went back to the puppies. Still somewhat keeping the conversation with Bakugou, just distracted by the puppies. He then finished his meal, and you two had to leave, And Bakugou caught a glimpse of the same lady giving him a thumbs up.

“So..Where are we going now?” you asked. As you two walked around the mall. “..Shopping.” he blurted out. He didn’t think he would make it this far. You tiled your head in confusion, “What was that?”. He grumbled “We’re going shopping..I swear your deaf.” he mumbled. And shoved his hands in his pockets. “OOh~! Shopping!!” you smiled. “I wonder what the oh so great King Explosion Murder is looking for?” you teased. “Shut up or I’m leaving you alone.” he began to walk faster. And you hurriedly chased him.

You two looked at a lot of stores. You two looked at clothes, stationary, stuffed toys, -all might- merch, skin care, etc. You bought a few of the said items, and walked out of the mall drained. “God. Why did you drag me to so many stores?” Bakugou groaned. “Huh?! You were the one dragging me around!!” you shot back at him. As you two sat down on a bench. “I’m not the one who went into a store full of stuffed animals and gushed over how cute they were for a long damn time!” he said, expecting for your response. Until he noticed you went quiet. He glanced at you, noticing that you were looking at something- rather, someone. He followed your gaze and saw your ex with their group of friends. He grit his teeth, but turned his attention back to you.

He was not having it. He stood up. Grabbed your wrist. And pulled you away, “B-Bakugou? Where are we-” “Don’t ask. Just follow me.” he replied. And picked up the pace. And you followed suite.

He then stopped when you were a good distance away from them. And looked at you. Then at the place he wanted to go. He sighed, and gave you the few bags he was holding. “Take them.” and as you did as he asked, he bent down a little and made his back face you. “Get on.” “What..?” “I said get on.” he growled and glared at you. You hesitantly got on and he stood straight. And off you two were. Flying. In the air.

…Flying..

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You..YOU WERE FLYING-

 After a short trip. You were finally at your final stop. A fricking mountain. You swiftly got off of Bakugou and gazed at the beautiful view. The sun was setting. And you could see the city from here. “Woah..” is all you could say. It was..An amazing sight to see. Bakugou put the bags down next to a tree and walked over to you. “You like it?” he questioned, and you nodded. “It’s..Pretty..” not as beautiful as you. He said, in his brain of course. “Mm. I come here ever once in a while. I usually run up the mountain but I still got my exercise.” he commented. “I see.” you replied. Not wanting to say much.

He bit his lip. Wondering if he should really go through with the plan. “If you want. You could scream all of your emotions out here you know>” you faced him, and wondered if he was serious. “I..Do that when I’m feeling stressed sometimes. It doesn’t fully help but it gives some sort of comfort.” he added, his ruby eyes glowing.”I know you bottle up your feelings you damn nerd. And thats not fucking healthy. So,,If you want to. Just..Scream and yell it all out.”

The offer sounded nice. But you weren’t sure if you should or not. He sighed. Then suddenly yelled which made you flinch. “Like that. See? Wasn’t that hard.” he smirked. You took a step. And took a deep breath in. And yelled.

You yelled, and you screamed, and cried and everything. You got angry, and you got sad. You let all of the things you wanted to say go. You let everything out.

And by the end of it. Your voice was hoarse. As you cried, Bakugou didn’t think this through, so he wasn’t sure on what he should do. But he pat your shoulder, and pulled you in.

“I..Don’t know what to say other than..You’re not allowed to give up. Cause I’m the one who will defeat you and become number one. So until then..Be strong. And fight everyone who gets in your way.” he pat your head. “B-But..I’m so..Weak..” you sniffled. “You know that’s pretty insulting. Since I’m the one who helps you train. No rival of mine is fucking weak.’ he pulled you in closer.

 “You’re not weak. You got that, dumbass.” you nodded. “Good.”

[wedrujacywiedzmin]

“Don’t touch my lute.” - Jaskier x Female!Reader

Pairing: Jaskier x female!reader

Summary: Y/N has only been traveling with Geralt and Jaskier for a short while, but she and Jaskier have known one another since a few months before that. Being a bard herself, Y/N knows of Jaskier and just how utterly brilliant he is, she had even seen him perform a few times in Novigrad at the Chameleon - Though he had never seen her perform, only rumours. This knowledge causes her to feel anxious and refuse continuously when he asks her to play for them every few nights to truly hear her talent. What happens when one night, Jaskier leaves to wash up in the river, and Y/N decides to pick up his lute and sing but he returns before she finishes playing and hears her?

A/N: I never write, I’ve written 2 fics total and I’m not amazing so.. Help is cool but don’t bash me plz, this ain’t my job and I only do it for plain old fun, cool? Hope you enjoy!! Ps I’m in love with both Jaskier and Geralt I need helppppp

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“Would you both fancy making our way to an inn once we’ve washed up?”

Jaskier asked Geralt and Y/N as they walked along the dirt path in the direction of the nearest river. Geralt’s brows furrowed slightly as he directed Roach’s reins in the right direction, thinking. Y/N’s walk turned into a skip, a smile now plastered across her lips, “Uhh, yes, please! We’ve not eaten a proper supper in 3 days! I’ll even provide the coin!” Jaskier gasped, pressing his palm against his intricately detailed doublet, “No, no, my Lady Y/N - I shall pay!” He bowed. Geralt rolled his eyes, exhaling through his nose, “Always the hero.” He murmured to himself as he watched the bard catch up to the skipping woman. 

They found a clearing where they began to set down all of their belongings. Jaskier and Geralt each sat on their own bedrolls whilst Y/N placed herself on the floor, leaning against a rock. After a while of watching the bard write poems in his notebook, she tilted her head and softly inquired, “Might I play your lute, Jaskier? I’ve not touched one in almost two months, I left mine in Novigrad..” Her eyes glistened in the evening glow and she crossed her legs. Jaskier hummed for a long time, looking into her blue eyes, before settling on, “Yes, as long as you sing to us.” His pink lips dipped into a smirk and he shot a quick look towards Geralt to gauge his reaction. Despite not looking up, his eyes and eyebrows gave away that he was interested. Y/N’s nose wrinkled up, “No, thank you.” Geralt’s left eyebrow rose and he looked up from writing an entry about Forktails into his bestiary, “You sing?” Y/N took a deep breath and shifted from side to side. Jaskier rose from his bedroll, slapped his thighs, bent forward slightly and raised his eyebrows at Y/N, “Yes, she does - However, I have not yet heard her despite being told brilliant things of the Angelic Y/N of Novigrad!”

“You’ve seen me perform before!” Y/N huffed, folding her arms and leaning back against the rock. Jaskier’s face contorted in amusement and his voice came out somewhat petty, “Through a window. I couldn’t hear you.” Y/N grumbled, “Bet you could.” Jaskier picked up his lute and held it out right in front of Y/N’s face, the shiny wood almost tapping the tip of her nose, “Come on, just once!”

“No!” Y/N spat, “Why?”, Jaskier put the lute back, the vibration of its strings due to impact causing an ugly chord.

“Can you not just go and wash up now, Jaskier?! I’ve no need to give you a reason!” Y/N raised her voice slightly, her heart slowly making its way into her throat. Jaskier pursed his lips, thinking of how to respond, lifted his finger into the air, gritted his teeth, dropped his arm, and turned back to his belongings with an exasperated sigh.

Y/N pulled an apple from her knapsack, taking a big bite. Jaskier began unpacking his linen towel along with a wooden hairbrush and some other things, “Right, I’m having a wash in the river, no touching my lute, Y/N. Not unless you want to initiate an impromptu performance?” His icy blue eyes narrowed and he flashed a toothy smile, targeting Y/N’s and her chewing slowed. She sighed and spoke with a full mouth, spitting slightly at Jaskier, “No, bard.” Jaskier’s eyes widened in disgust, “That makes one of us. Someone’s touchy tonight..” He spoke in a hushed tone as he walked off towards the river. Geralt smirked but kept quiet, enjoying the dynamic between the two.

Geralt sat silently with his right leg bent at the knee and his arm resting on it, sketching. Y/N shook her head, groaned, got up and made her way over to Geralt, sitting down next to him to watch him fill his bestiary in peace as they did most nights, “What is that thing? Ff-fog-let? Wh- what’s one of those?” She leaned over his left side to get a better look at his sketch, brushing shoulders. Usually, Geralt would slowly lean away, but he liked Y/N. Maybe even had a soft spot for her. They’d gotten as close as a lady bard and witcher could have after only knowing one another for eight months - and Jaskier wasn’t much of a fan of that at the moment.

“Why don’t you want to sing if you’re known for performing so well?” He frowned, tilting his head to look her in the eye, “Because Geralt, have you heard Jaskier sing? I don’t want to sing to him. He’s too good, I’m just okay.” She spoke with a slight angry heat, perhaps towards herself, blinking a few times, and diverting her eyes away from Geralt’s piercing ones by looking elsewhere on his face, taking in his strong features, especially when he is pulling a face such as that, “Yet you always jest about your brilliant skill?”

“Yes but.. That’s just for fun, I’d die if Jaskier heard me. He’d..” She paused, debating whether to continue, flickering her gaze up to Geralt’s, “He’d?” Geralt asked, raising his brows, “He’d.. He’d hate it, he’d go off me. I’d rather let him hear the reviews and not dare let him hear it himself. He’s legendary, I can’t compare myself to him! He’d laugh and I’d be broken. Or he’d lie and say I was good to please me. Especially now.” Geralt hummed, leaning back a bit. Something had begun that nobody could stop. Y/N had fallen for Jaskier. Geralt decided that the best option for this moment was to leave. He arose, unpacking his towel, gave Y/N an unsure but calm expression, and left for the river.

Y/N was left ruminating in her own self-loathing and confusion. She got up, set her bedroll onto the floor and lay down, away from Jaskier’s, nearest to Roach as she enjoyed her company.

“Oh, fuck it.” She quickly got up, snatched Jaskier’s lute from his belongings, positioning herself on her bedroll, cross-legged, facing out into the forest. She started to play, first quietly, and once she knew she wasn’t heard, a bit louder.

A few minutes later, as Jaskier and Geralt made their way back from the river, they started to hear music, “What- What is that? Geralt?” Jaskier spun around a few times as he tried to discern where it was coming from. Geralt’s lower eyelids rose in amusement. Jaskier took in an overly dramatic breath, “She. Took. My LUTE!” He spat possessively and began to take off before Geralt lunged forward, wrapping his big hand around Jaskier’s left arm and yanking him backward, earning a squeak from the bard, “Jaskier.” He growled, “What? It’s mine! She wouldn’t play anyw-!”

“Listen.”

 They became quiet, inching closer to the sound until they could finally hear clearly. After a few moments, Jaskier’s mouth opened in awe. They made their way closer to the clearing to listen. Geralt watched Jaskier, he was leaning his head and hand against a tree, patiently listening, with the most genuine loving expression he had seen on the bard yet.

“She’s ethereal, isn’t she? I knew she was good.” Jaskier’s mouth was hardly moving as he whispered, trying to make as little sound as possible so that he could listen, “Why would she keep such beauty from me?”

“She’s scared.” Geralt said under his breath, “She’s.. She’s what? She’s scared?” Jaskier’s brows furrowed in confusion,

“She doesn’t want to perform in front of you because she doesn’t believe that she’s good enough. She said you’d laugh.” Geralt shrugged and shook his head, “I can’t believe it.” Jaskier’s eyes were staring at the forest floor, melancholic but still heavy with emotion.

Y/N smiled, gently setting the lute down, “Is that where he left it, Roach? I think that’s where he left it. I hope so. I don’t want to be singing to him any time soon.” Jaskier crept his way out from within the trees, “You just did.” He gave a friendly smile and a pathetically nervous wave of his hand. Y/N sucked in a big breath, “Jaskier..?” Her eyes were wide and piercing as if she were a child being caught carving into the house walls by her parent, “I listened, Lady Y/N. You have a beautiful voice.” Jaskier swallowed anxiously, approaching as if she were a wild rabbit about to flee, which she was, “No. You don’t mean that.” Y/N got up, retrieving her towel from her bag, clutching it to her chest, trying to steady her breath, “I’m sorry for using your lute, Jask. I- I just wanted to play, I’ve missed it.” Geralt made his way out from within the trees, “Calm down, Y/N.” His voice was soft yet stern, “I can’t, Geralt. Sorry, Jaskier..” “Please, don’t apologise, that was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard!” Jaskier’s voice got louder the further away Y/N got as she panicked and ran to the river, Jaskier’s eyes followed her then made their way to Geralt, brows furrowing heavily, “Are you going to tell me what just bloody happened? I was being nice! To a bard! And I meant it!” He raised his shoulders and eyebrows in sync. Geralt’s eyelids lowered, his face muscles relaxing, “Surprising.” Geralt sat back down on his bedroll, folding his arms and looking at the stars. However, when he glanced over, Jaskier was looking at him expectantly, “What?” Geralt asked lazily, “What do you mean ‘what’? Tell me what’s wrong with Y/N?”

“Fine.”

Y/N exhaled heavily as she entered the water to bathe. The cool water helping her anxious feelings towards Jaskier, “Gods, I shouldn’t have touched his lute at all. Fuck. What if his feelings change?” She sat, speaking to the trees, a light breeze falling over her frame along with the moonlight, and the hairs on her skin pricking upwards. After what seemed like an hour, she plucked up the courage to get dry and dressed and return to their miniature camp. Entering the clearing with a big breath, the first thing she laid her now tired eyes upon was Geralt meditating. She smiled, wishing she had the mental power to sit in silence for that long. Looking to the right she saw Jaskier.. Fast asleep. Snoring. Incredibly loudly. Her chest felt heavy and loving as she stood watching him sleep. Turning towards her own bedroll, suddenly feeling tired, she took in a soft gasp. Jaskier’s lute was resting on her pillow with a handwritten note with many words scribbled onto it but the ones most notable were “I did mean it. You can play my lute anytime, beautiful lady Y/N.” Y/N sighed, smiled widely and that night, slept with Jaskier’s lute by her side.