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Child Surprise

Pairing: Jaskier x You (reader)

Genre: Fluff(?)

Wordcount: 3061

Tags: Unexpected Pregnancy, minor mentions of threats, violence.

Request: Anonymous said:Can I request an imagine with Jaskier, that’s so cute and fluffy with the prompts #7 + #11 + #21 + #99 please? Thank you very much!! 🥰

prompts: #7 “Can I kiss you?” #11 “You love me.” #21 “Are you scared?” #99 "I can’t believe you’re carrying my child.”

Summary: After a certain series of events Jaskier & Geralt end up in reader’s home, one thing leads to another. Jaskier get’s his own child surprise just not in the way one might think of usually.

Author’s Note: Very sorry if it’s not as cute & fluffy as you want but I might just redeem myself in the next Jaskier prompt in my pending list( or idk it just might go angsty ) I started writing this thinking it was gonna be like 1k before I knew it I had reached the 6th page, somehow or in some way I always seem to get carried away. I hope everyone reading enjoys it as much as I had fun writing it :) comments are very appreciated 🤗

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“We’ll rest here for tonight,” the white haired wolf voiced breaking Jaskier’s long streak of chatter and singing for the last couple kilometers on your voyage.

“Here!? Now?” Jaskier was skeptical as usual, you guys traveled much longer distances before settling for the night.

An irritated “Hmm”, was the only answer he received as Geralt gave you a sympathetic glance he knew traveling in your current state must be very exhausting. “There’s a river stream not very far from here, I imagine you might want to wash up a bit .”

“Yes, that would be lovely” you gave him a meek smile, thankful for his thoughtfulness.

“Jaskier.” Geralt nodded him over, Jaskier took Roach’s reins and held her in place, while Geralt made his way between the trees to collect wood, for fire.

“Ah, let me help you down,” Jaskier offered as he took Roach’s reins firmly in his left hand and extended his right hand to you.

There was a certain air of awkwardness between the two of you yet a hint of playful shyness was evident as much you both tried to hide it. This was quite new on behalf of Jaskier, he was known to layout the charm around the ladies often landing himself in some of the most regretful circumstances. Luckily Geralt had bailed him out of a few sticky situations before any real harm was done. Seeing you both be so timid around each other, no one would have guessed just how well you and Jaskier had become acquainted one fateful night mere months ago, a bard and a Witcher came stumbling on to your front door in desperate need of help as everyone else in your village had turned them away fearing the Witcher as his reputation as the butcher of Blaviken instilled fear upon most of the villagers. Others ready to take advantage of the poor Witcher’s misfortune, he was badly wounded on his last quest against some wraiths, the wounds they inflicted were particularly painful, leaving their wounded in agony. The Witcher draped clumsily over his horse as Jaskier desperately sought out help but everyone would only slam their doors on his face, while some threatened to finish the job and put the Witcher out of his misery. While some threw stones at them warning if they continued to wander their village, they would come to their demise.

At last, Jaskier found a small house more similar to a small hut he knocked on the door hoping to find help but in the back of his mind, he knew to prepare himself for the worst. An elderly lady opened the door, just a crack just enough to see who was disturbing their peace. Jaskier stated his reason for knocking so abruptly in the middle of the night.

“I’m sorry I cannot help you.” She paused for a bit taking in the anguish in Jaskier's eyes, she pushed the door open just a bit more only to see the Witcher agonizing, she couldn’t help but pity them. “There might be someone who can help you, she has knowledge in herbs, botanicals and that sort of thing her great aunt was a mage they say.”

“Woman!? Where are you!?” A man's voice echoed from inside her home.

“Down the road, there will be a house with a red door turn left follow the road till the second to last house on the right, that is where you will find her. I must go.” She spoke in a hushed tone in fear her husband would overhear. Jaskier thanked her profusely and wasted no time following her instructions.

A loud knock unexpectedly pulled you out of your dreams. An audible gasp escaped your lips, you had no idea who or what would be knocking on your door at such obscene time of the night, you stayed still for a moment thinking whomever it may be must be knocking on the wrong door, and surely would leave as soon as they noticed their mistake. You were not one to have visitors often, especially not at such an hour, being a woman who lived on her own you were quite concerned for your well being.

Soon the knocking became unceasing, you mustered the courage to wrap a shawl around your shoulders concealing the thin ivory slip you wore and made your way carefully down the steps. Before nearing the door you took whatever you may use as a weapon, your only close option was a broom; you held it firmly as you stood behind the door.

“Who are you!? State your business!” You questioned while trying to sound as bold as possible.

“My name is Jaskier! I’m a bard, I need help, my friend is injured.” Upon hearing someone was in need of help, without a second thought you quickly opened the door, you meet with a pair of beautiful eyes that could rival the moon this night. “I heard there was a herbalist…” Jaskier’s voice trailed taking in the sight before him, he couldn’t help but let his eyes linger and wander your beauty, he took in the way your lashes fluttered, the curvature of your soft-looking lips and the way the wind ever so gently played with your hair. Indeed Jaskier was an avid admirer of beauty, even in a troubled time like this.

“I’m not a herbalist, I make bread, I’m a baker.” You confessed bringing Jaskier’s thoughts back to reality. “I’ve only skimmed my great aunt’s books.”

“Can you help us?” He asked with pleading eyes.

“I’ll try my best, bring him inside.” You open the door wide open and guide him and his friend to sit close to the fire. You quickly brought water and cloth and tended to his friend’s wounds, he grunted and his closed eyes opened a bit and looked into yours that’s when you noticed his eyes were a bright golden amber.

“A Witcher?” You wondered looking back at Jaskier.

“Are you scared?”

“No, I just thought I would never have the luck to meet a Witcher in my lifetime.” You admit as you started grinding several herbs into a paste.

Once you tended to all of the Witcher’s injuries you made sure he was comfortable bringing him blankets and several pillows.

“There, he should be a bit more comfortable and with what I gave him to drink I’m pretty sure he’ll be in a deep sleep.” You turned back to Jaskier with a sense of accomplishment and that is when you noticed Jaskier was not doing all that well himself.

“You’re injured.” You noticed his bloodied knuckles as he sipped his ale. You took it from him and set it on the table you inched closer to him you took his hands in yours and inspected them, once again Jaskier’s eyes couldn’t help to wander off taking in all your features and he couldn’t help but notice the way your shawl was slipping off he admired the view of your newly exposed skin. You took hold of his chin tilting his head back and forth, from side to side, he had some cuts and scrapes on his cheeks and his forehead.

“Anywhere else?” You looked into his eyes and he was at a loss for words his hand simply went up to his chest, mindlessly you went on undoing his buttons as you told him you had just the thing for his cuts and bruises and it might even help with scarring.

“Oh my, how did you get these?” You questioned noticing broken skin at his collar bones and bruises beginning to form on his chest.

“Well, some of the villagers didn’t take kindly our visit and wanted to stone us to death.” He said in a nonchalant playful tone.

“My goodness,” you pitied them and wondered why people would be so cruel. Jaskier undid the rest of his buttons and pulled the shirt off his shoulders, he exposed his back to you. He was bloodied, you could tell he had tried to shield his friend as well as he could.

You tended carefully to his wounds, trying not to inflict any further pain. “Your friend will need several days maybe a few weeks to recover, wraith bites are terribly nasty.” You inform as you finish dabbing a bit of herbal paste onto his cheekbone.

As the days passed Jaskier couldn’t help to further admire you, not just for your beauty but for your gentle kindness. You two made each other great company, as Geralt slept most of the time and you couldn’t really go out. The villagers had become hostile towards you for aiding and housing the Witcher. You only went out when absolutely necessary and Jaskier would always escort and help you in any way possible, mostly helping you carry sacks of grain back to your places to mill and make bread. Besides it all, you found their company quite pleasant, especially Jaskier’s as he always had tales to tell and poems to recite to you, and you would marvel at all his tales of his journeys with the Witcher. At supper, well supper would just not be supper without Jaskier’s singing and Geralt’s grumbling about it.

All had been innocent fun till one night, you went into the room across yours to change Jaskier’s dressings as you usually did. You were carefully wrapping the badges around his torso when Jaskier suddenly turned his head as you turned yours, your nose tips bumped, you both were both in a daze gazing into each other’s eye until Jaskier blurted without much thought “Can I kiss you?” Eyes gleaming, yearning to feel your soft lips. You gently nodded your head, Jaskier wasted no time in taking initiative starting with a chaste kiss only to intensify by tugging on your lower lip, one hand firmly on the nape of your neck as the other busied itself bringing you closer to straddle him, and that was how your innocent night developed into a long passionate night with Jaskier. The next morning you awoke in bed next to Jaskier, you couldn’t help but look at him affectionately, you couldn’t deny you had grown fond of him.

You got yourself out of bed carefully to not wake him. It was very early, but you were feeling very content and decided to go out on your own buying a few items to prepare a nice breakfast for your guests and yourself. You had decided nothing could spoil your spirits not even your fellow villagers spewing horrible comments, well that was until you were at a market and couldn’t help but to hear some older women speaking badly about a bard that traveled with a Witcher, Jaskier according to them he was a well known womanizer, a man who would charm his way into young women’s beds and leave as soon as he got what he wanted, even impregnating 1 or 2 along his travels. You couldn’t ignore the little pang of hurt in your chest.

You ignored the feeling and tried to continue your day, as usual, tending to your guests, unfortunately, you weren’t sure how to act around Jaskier, you didn’t want to put yourself in a position that would cause you more hurt after he would inevitably leave along with the Witcher. You feared becoming attached to Jaskier, while he had no clue why it seemed you had put a bit of distance between the two of you. As Geralt was conscious more often you would naturally spend a bit more time with him, getting to know him. A couple of weeks had passed you were noticing some changes in your body your appetite, you were often more fatigued, you chucked the idea off to being stressed about your business not doing so well. Many people had stopped buying your baked goods in fear of the butcher of Blaviken being around. It wasn’t til you started experiencing early morning nausea, that you sought out the reason from an elderly woman who had been a close friend of your mothers before her passing. She checked your body after you told her your symptoms, she let out a pitiful sigh “My child” she gently stroked your cheek, “There is nothing wrong with you… you are with child.” In the back of your mind, you knew this, you were in denial at first but then you just needed to hear it from someone else.

You were stunned for a moment you had no idea what you were going to do. Upon arriving at your small home you were greeted with the news that the Witcher and Jaskier would be leaving early tomorrow morning.

“You should come with us!” Jaskier invited enthusiastically. Unsure you turned to look at Geralt.

“I know we’ve caused you some trouble, it might not be a bad idea to join us. Of course only if you wish to.” The Witcher agreed with Jaskier.

“I’m not sure, I’ll have to think about it.”

Your thoughts went back to your mother's old

Friends advice “My dear, I fear it is no longer safe for you here. The people are very angry at you, and now that you are expecting a child they surely will chase you out claiming it is a product of a mutant beast.”

“My child’s father is not the Witcher.”

“They will not care, they just want an excuse to unleash their anger upon you. If you can, you must leave and do it as soon as possible, before you start showing.”

That was how you ended up on this unexpected journey, just you a baker, semi- knowledgeable herbalist, a bard, and a Witcher. So far these past weeks of travel you had kept your child a secret, you had not intended to fool or deceive Jaskier but you were unsure of what to do or how he would react, if he was just to run off then there really was no use of telling him; you just intended to at least make it a few villages over and settle somewhere before the birth of your child. Somehow Geralt knew, it was an unspoken truth but he just knew. Perhaps he was just very observant. You took Jaskier’s hand as helped you off Roach’s back carefully making sure to keep your loose cloak around you as to not expose your small but growing belly.

“Thank you.” You beamed at him and even now he couldn’t help but be mesmerized by your smile. “I’ll be quick, I’ll be back soon and help make supper.” You promised. You took a few things and made your way to the river to wash, you loved the way the water brought relief to your sore feet and aching back. You relish in the water for a bit, while taking in the scenery.

“You know what, I think I’ll go check on her. It’s been a while, she should be back. I’ll just see she’s okay” Jaskier blabbed to Geralt.

“Jaskier.” Geralt said in a stern tone, he was 99% sure Jaskier just wanted to sneak a peek at you bathing.

“What!? I’m genuinely concerned.” Jaskier feigned offense. Geralt simply rolled his eyes, maybe he was right and questioned him no further.

Moments later Jaskier came back with a face of bewilderment.

“What?” Geralt wondered

“I think there’s something wrong with her,” Jaskier whispered, as he made gestures with his arms of that of an extended stomach.

Geralt let out an exasperated breath in disbelief before he could say anything, you had chimed in “I’m sorry I took awhile” the rest of the evening everything went as usual. It wasn’t until night when Jaskier was certain you were asleep that he brought up the subject to Geralt again, “Do you think it’s indigestion? I don’t know maybe bloating, you think bloating could do that to someone?”

“Jaskier. You’re an idiot.”

Jaskier snapped his head to look at him, “Excuse me?” He was baffled and offended. “Well what the hell is it, if you know so much.”

Geralt turned to look at him unamused, “Think a little harder some night a few months ago.”

Jaskier took a second to think, “oh. Oh. Ooooh.” He came to the realization. “You knew?”

“You weren’t exactly quiet that night.”

“You heard?”

“I was convalescent, not deaf.”

Jaskier was in deep thought that night, he didn’t get much sleep, why would you keep such a thing from him?

The next morning you were all busied collecting everything from your improvised camp before leaving you had spotted some herbs that could be useful you excitedly showed them to Jaskier and Geralt, “Look these could really come in handy!” Jaskier walked over to you as you extended your hand to show him the herbs a gust of wind blew your cloak and it was evident Jaskier had seen your growing belly. You were flustered and tried wrapping your cloak around you before you could Jaskier had taken hold of your arm. You looked at him fearfully not sure how he would take it. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I’m sorry, I really had no intention to deceive you. I’m not expecting anything from you, I just want to make it to the next village.” You Confessed.

"I can’t believe you’re carrying my child.” He said in disbelief. You were scared to meet his eyes, not sure if you would see anger in them. He cupped your face in his hands, “You’re carrying my child?” His face couldn’t hide his excitement. You nodded ‘yes’. “Are you scared?”, he asked seeing you did not share his excitement.

“I’m not sure.” You confessed you really weren’t sure what you were feeling, but you felt relief that Jaskier was not upset. “Are you?” A silly question but somehow it just rolled out not sure what else to say.

“No, I’m excited.” He admitted.

“Why?”

“Because I think this might mean you love me and of course I’m excited to meet my child.”

You looked at him very confused, “I think this might mean, you love me. Considering you haven’t run off yet.” You joked.

Jaskier kissed your forehead lovingly before kneeling and affectionately rubbing your belly and placing a kiss on your belly.

Jaskier turned and looked back at Geralt, “Geralt! You’re going to be an uncle!!”

Geralt couldn’t help but crack a grin, happy for his friend

the gif above is how I picture Jaskier’s reaction to reader’s little joke at the end after he calms down from his excitement 😂 . As always feedback and comments are very appreciated (:

Ps. could have slipped in the smut part but I wasn’t sure if the requester would be ok with it, I know not everyone like to read that type of thing.

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