#jaskier is a dork and I always forget to do the tags when I post

[casperthecuriouswriter]

Could you do Jaskier x reader were the reader is a forest nymph. She lives away from people till one day Geralt and Jaskier are walking through the forest, and walk across the reader who is hurt because of the village people attack her. So they help her out and tell her to come with them. Slowly over time Jaskier falls in love with her.

can y’all tell it’s been a minute since I’ve written consistently? Because I certainly can! Jaksier is a sap, and Geralt is Soft™ for One Fool. Just a heads up that this might be the last week in a while that I will maybe be consistent? Move-In Day for my college (because of course we’re still moving in regardless of Miss Rona) is on the 15th of August and I still have some things I need to be getting ready. But anyway, here Ya Go!

Jaskier x Nymph!Reader

tw: mentions of an injury and pain, not very descriptive of anything. the ask was for a female reader, but it kinda ended up being gn on accident

wc: 868 words sorry she’s a lil short, I struggled with this ngl, but that could just be ‘cause I’m running on like, two hours of sleep??? but this was a really cute concept, so I wish I could have done it justice!!!

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You laid on the forest floor, chilled to the bone and the aching of your wounds distracting you from hearing the crunch of leaves behind you. A gasp sounded, and you lifted your head to find two men, one human and a Witcher with familiar white hair. The human rushed to your side, grimacing when you flinched away from his hands. He spoke in low tones, trying to calm you down as he looked pleadingly at the Witcher to help you.

You didn’t speak, the pain far too much for you to even entertain the thought of a conversation, but when the Witcher crossed the small clearing and hefted you up into his arms, the human smiled softly and tried to speak with you. “Who did this?” He asked, picking up your long since discarded cloak off of the ground. “Who are you?”

“She’s a nymph.” The Witcher said, waiting for you to point in the direction of your spring. As soon as you did, he began to stalk off towards it with the human in tow. “Humans did this.”

“What?” The human asked, his eyes widening when you all came to a break in the trees to find a glowing spring filled with birdsong, butterflies, and small creatures chittering as you were lowered into the healing waters.

You closed your eyes as you felt the cool wash of the water flow up your arms, and sighed in quiet relief once you were healed. Opening your eyes, you nodded your thanks to the Witcher, and you noted the awe on the human’s face when the water reeds began reaching for you as you stood. Hiding your smirk at the human’s blush at your rather naked form, you waved a hand and roots came up from the ground to give them a place to sit while you found some form of clothing.

“I thank you, Witcher. I would have undoubtedly bled out without your help.”

The human, who had politely turned away from where you were tugging on a pair of pants and loose tunic, quickly introduced them as Jaskier and Geralt. You paused, and a small badger walked forward with a basket of fruits and placed it gently into your open hand. You smiled softly at the pair of them, looking wholly out of place in your home, and told them your name.

“I must say, your spring is lovely!” Jaskier said, reaching for a bundle of grapes in the proffered basket. “As are you. Oh, the songs I could write of your beauty and,” he glanced at the grapes in hand with a grin, “hospitality.”

Geralt grunted, all but rolling his eyes as he also reached into the basket to pull out an apple.

You smiled at the bard’s cheery attitude, and the rest of the night passed on peacefully. You joked along with Jaskier, showed him the music of the forest, and the song of the earth, and felt the tender kiss he had placed on your brow when you had parted ways for the night.

The Bard works fast, you thought, the feeling of his lips on your skin lingering long after the moment was past. You found you didn’t mind, giggling ecstatically as you moved back to your own tree branch to sleep in. He was kind, funny, and something about him was comforting and familiar.

They stayed in the safety of your sanctuary until you had lost count of the days. You had noticed the lingering glances Jaskier made no attempt to hide, until eventually you found the courage to pull him aside and kiss him senseless.

Geralt, as much as he pretended that the “sneaking around” annoyed him, he was glad that both of you had found a moment of reprieve in the world. The day of their departure, after you had heavily supplied them with as many fruits and vegetables that they could carry, Jaskier pulled you to the side and asked if you would come with them. It was clear he had played it off to Geralt as having your abilities be rather useful, but the way the Witcher smiled, a small thing barely playing on the corner of his lips said enough. And so he stood under the willow tree by your small pond, and he held your hands in his as he begged you to follow.

“Please,” he had said, the waver in his voice stronger than it should have been considering how short of a time you had known him. “Come with us, I couldn’t bear the thought of leaving you to be hurt again.” The grip on your hands was strong, and his calloused fingers rubbed over the skin of your hands with such care and reverence your voice caught in your throat.

All you could do was nod, and you felt him sweep you up into his arms with a shout and a laugh. You might not have known him long, but you could feel a life full of warmth and love in the way he held you to him. It was settled. You would travel with the White Wolf and his Bard, and you would love Jaskier for as long as you were able.