#jaskier fluff

[watch-that-writer-burnnn]

Would you care to dance, my dear?

Pairing: Jaskier x female reader

Summary: Jaskier has been invited to perform at a ball and has convinced the reader to attend with him, but she is uncomfortable - that is, until she sneaks into the garden for some air and Jaskier notices and joins her.

Words: 2.6K

Warnings: lots of fluff, reader implied to be female, close friends to lovers, lots of hugs and singing from the bard, mutual pining, reader has a lot of thoughts at the start but I promise there is heaps of soft bard fluff after!

A/n: So I was thinking about the lack of Jaskier fics with a demisexual reader, and came up with this. It certainly doesn't have to be read that way, but it was in the back of my mind when I was writing. The song lyrics are from Fair by The Amazing Devil, it's a beautiful song you should all go listen to. As always it's unedited, so apologies for errors. Hope you enjoy!

You hunched slightly in your seat as your surroundings continued to encroach on you. Loud chatter and laughter, the clinking of glasses, expensive shoes tapping against tiles, figures brushing past you on their way to the ballroom floor.

No one had asked you to dance yet, thank the gods. You were sure it had something to do with your miserable expression and the men's pants and doublet you wore, in stark contrast to the elaborate gowns and hairstyles of the other women in the room.

The night was only made more tolerable, of course, by your companion, Jaskier. An excellent bard, and your best friend, he'd asked you to accompany him to the party at which he'd been invited to perform. You were reluctant at first, preferring the quiet comfort of a tavern or a night under the stars, but he'd seemed so disappointed by your initial refusal, staring at you with those sad blue eyes until you finally caved. The clothing was another issue, as you owned nothing formal, hated dresses in fact, but he gladly lent you one of his simpler outfits, insisting you'd look wonderful in anything. You'd scoffed at his words, but were appreciative of his consideration for your comfort.

He danced about the room, strumming a playful tune on his lute, grinning from ear to ear as he winked at various party goers. You rolled your eyes, unable to help a smirk as you watched. Ever the performer, it wasn't only his music, but his whole manner that served to entertain the guests. He always looked beautiful in this setting, radiating happiness, thoroughly in his element. His blue doublet was open, the low cut shirt beneath revealing a smattering of hair on his chest, which heaved as he sung. His boyish fringe was swept across his face, which seemed almost sculpted, the golden glow of the many candles in the room accentuating his delicate features. Then there were his eyes. You loved his eyes, a mesmerising blue, always seeming to convey such an unbelievable level of meaning and emotion, drawing you in the longer you looked.

Noticing you staring his way, he gladly returned the smile you didn't realise you'd given him, his eyes seeming to light up even more upon meeting yours. You gave him an encouraging nod, and he grinned, launching into another song. At least he wouldn't feel guilty for dragging you along if you pretended to be enjoying yourself.

As the night dragged on, you found it harder to maintain your false appearance of positivity. You fiddled with the undoubtedly expensive food on your plate, unsure exactly of what it was and unwilling to find out. You had rejected a couple of young men who'd offered you dances, finding yourself as completely uninterested as usual, instead mumbling apologies and excuses about a sore leg. As the guests became louder, drunker, rowdier, you finally stood abruptly, in dire need of fresh air. You threw a final glance in the direction of the bard, who was currently preoccupied with entertaining a gaggle of young women with what was most likely some dramatic tale of dreamy lovers. He shouldn't notice if you stepped outside for a few minutes. Taking a deep breath, you wove your way towards the large double doors leading to the gardens beyond.

***

Taking deep breaths of fresh air, you wandered between rows of brightly coloured flowers, running your fingers through the petals as their sweet scents brushed across your nose. You manoeuvred between carefully trimmed hedges until you reached a low marbled bench, placed before an intricately carved fountain with mythical figures intertwined beneath the rippling water. Sitting down with a sigh, you ran your fingers through your messy hair, a nervous habit you'd never quite managed to shake. You didn't know why you were so averse to these kinds of gatherings. The people? The clothes? The food? Maybe it was just the atmosphere, the fake smiles, the superficial laughter, the whispered barbs whenever someone turned their back.

Or maybe you were just paranoid. Maybe all these people really were enjoying themselves. Maybe you should be too - you were, after all, invited as a guest, arriving with your dearest friend, a man for who many here would give a great deal in order to take your place at his side. Many of the women he'd thrown nonchalant winks and smiles at tonight would be jealous of a relationship which doesn't actually exist, like many others who'd assumed the pair of you to be lovers simply by observing your innate closeness. You'd never understand the way all those women could so quickly fall for him, for anyone, really. He'd often encouraged it, of course - less so now, you'd noticed, but certainly when you'd first met. He seemed to fall in love with everyone, and they always seemed immediately infatuated with him in return. While his reputation wasn't as extensive as he'd have people believe, he had a reputation nonetheless. Still, it was something you hadn't even considered when you'd first met, and Jaskier seemed just as glad of your friendship as he would have been had you sought something more.

Of course, you'd be lying if you said you hadn't grown to find him quite attractive, beautiful in spirit and appearance, with a kind, empathetic soul. You found your thoughts drifting, lulled into a daze by the soft trickle of water from the fountain and the distant chirping of night insects. You really loved him, that much you knew. He was your constant companion, your closest friend, your bard. But recently you couldn't help but find yourself wondering if he could be... not something more, that implied your friendship was of far less significance than it was, but... something different. Why now? You'd been friends for years. Why couldn't you have had these feelings and acted on them from the start? Or why couldn't they have just stayed away completely? You groaned, frustrated with your own thoughts, placing your head in your hands.

"Are you alright?"

You turned at the voice, which was deep, melodic, instantly recognisable, and laced with concern.

Jaskier stood uncertainly behind you, absentmindedly fiddling with the strap of his lute, pouting thoughtfully as he awaited your response.

"Oh I'm... I'm fine, Jask. Sorry, I didn't mean to distract you from your performance-"

"You've nothing to be sorry about, my dear," he insisted, moving to take a seat at your side, resting his lute carefully on the bench beside him. You sat in silence for a moment, the soft sounds of the night filling the air, before he spoke again.

"If anyone should be sorry, it's me. I know you hate these sorts of things, I..." He looked down, tugging at the frilly cuffs of his shirt. "It was selfish of me to drag you along."

"Don't be ridiculous, Jask. I agreed to come, didn't I? I liked the idea of spending the night with you," you felt your face redden at the poor choice of words, but chose to stumble forwards over your mistake, "I- it's a nice evening, and..." you reached down beside you, grasping one of his hands in your own. "... And I really am glad to be here with you."

He met your eyes as the corner of his mouth quirked up in a cheeky smile that slowly spread across his entire face. It was infectious, and you quickly found yourself beaming back.

"I'm happy to hear it, dear heart," he said, before shuffling closer, leaning in to rest his head on your shoulder. His fluffy hair, which shone a golden brown in the moonlight, brushed against your neck and chin, making you laugh as he squirmed about, trying to find a comfortable position.

"Are you going to wriggle around like that all night?" You teased. "Don't you have a performance you need to get back to?"

"Everything I need is right here," he murmured against your neck, voice far more gravelly than you'd expected, his hot breath sending goosebumps across your skin. That was... That was new. You hesitated a second, before leaning back against him, the warmth of his partially exposed chest pressing into your shoulder as you rested your head against his.

"Can we just... Stay like this a while?" He breathed, eyes fluttering shut.

"Of course," you murmured back, closing your own eyes.

You enjoyed each other's silent company and the warmth of your bodies pressed together as the moon crept higher in the sky. Absentmindedly, you fiddled with his fingers, lacing them between your own. Reaching up with your other hand, you ran your fingers through his hair, drawing what sounded almost like a low moan from the bard, which was quickly interrupted by a cough as he stood abruptly.

"What's wrong?" You asked, staring up at him, causing your breath to hitch in your throat. Gods, you didn't know how he could have looked any more beautiful than before, but he did. The night cast shadows across his pale skin, accentuating his delicately sculpted features with a soft blue glow. His eyes seemed to burn with energy as they stared back into your own, and you noticed a deep red glowing through parts of his ruffled hair in the light of the moon. His doublet was crumpled from where he'd leant against you, and the low cut shirt beneath was pulled far to one side, revealing a teasingly large amount of his chest. You forced yourself to tear your eyes away as he responded.

"Oh, it's... It's nothing. I... Do you... That is..." He stopped for a second, composing himself, before his face lit up, seeming to have thought of something. An embarrassed smile broke through his features as he walked up to you, placing one hand behind his back and outstretching the other towards you.

"Would you care to dance, my dear?"

Heart pounding in your chest, you smiled, before reaching up to take his hand.

"I- I would love to, my sweet bard."

He let out a nervous laugh of relief at your response, stepping back as you rose from your seat, eyes locked on each other. His fingers, calloused from years of music, tenderly grasped your own, before his hands slid down your sides to find purchase at your waist, while you placed your arms either side of his head. You held your breath, the contact making you shiver, your heart fluttering in your chest.

What is wrong with me? It's not like this is the first time we've been this close. We've shared a horse, a bed, even danced together a couple of times at village fairs. Why should this be any different?

Too preoccupied with his own thoughts to notice your lack of composure, Jaskier confidently led you around the small patch of ground hidden between hedges, your own natural dance floor, with the sighing wind, bubbling water and singing crickets providing the music. He absentmindedly bit his lip as his mind swirled, heart thumping just as fast as yours.

Why am I doing this? Of course we're close, we always have been, but this is different and I know it. I'm an idiot, a hopeful idiot. She's never been interested in me, and, as much as it wounds me, I promised myself to never let my feelings get in the way of our friendship. Promised to never tell her just how deeply in love with her I am.

Jaskier pushed his troubled thoughts aside. He wanted to enjoy this moment, and wanted you to as well. Besides, maybe he could find out, once and for all, how you truly felt about him. Or at least, ease his aching heart by finally revealing his own feelings, regardless of your response.

Taking a deep breath, steadying his trembling body, he slowly leant towards you, until his lips barely brushed your ear. A pleasant warmth shot through your stomach at his unexpected touch, and you closed your eyes with a hum of contentment, welcoming his body as your arms pulled him closer.

Softly, he began to sing as the pair of you continued to sway in the moonlight, words raw and full of pure, unbridled emotion as he murmured them into your ear.

"It's what my heart just yearns to say, in ways that can't be said..."

You tightened your grip, clinging to him in silent awe as he continued the song, each new lyric causing heat to rise to your skin in the cool night air.

"Oh, how, oh, how unreasonably in love I am with everything you do, I'll spend my days so close to you, 'cause if I'm standing here, maybe everyone will think I'm alright."

You'd stopped moving now, not daring to pull away, confused by the tide of emotions flooding your mind. What was this song? You'd never heard it before, but it seemed to come straight from the heart. Was it possible...

"It's not fair, it's not fair how much I love you"

At these words, something clicked. You kicked yourself for not realising sooner. How could you be so blind? Forget your own emotions, you knew you hadn't always been in love with Jaskier. But him? He'd been infatuated with you from the start. Yet he'd kept quiet about his feelings, until he knew they were reciprocated. Your poor, kind, beautiful bard.

You closed what little distance was left between you two, burying your head into his chest. His voice trailed off as he gently slid his hands further around your waist, returning the embrace. He gave a deep sigh, hugging you as though he never wanted to let you go, nestling his head against your neck.

Eventually, you felt his lips brush your jaw as you pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, shining eyes filled with adoration, an expression of deep satisfaction resting on his face.

"That was... That was..." He breathed, fingers gently trailing across your back.

"It was beautiful," you finished, fingers twirling the fluffy brown curls at the back of his neck.

"I'm glad you liked it," he said softly, a half smile pulling at the corner of his mouth, as his eyes flitted across your features, eventually dropping to your lips.

"This feels too good to be true..." He mumbled, closing his eyes as he gently brought his lips forward to brush yours.

"Yet here we are," you whispered against his mouth, before finally pressing your lips into his own with a sigh.

He kissed you carefully, deliberately, the heat of your bodies pressed so close together serving only to fuel the motion. You slid your hands up the back of his shirt and he moaned into your mouth, sending another wave of warmth through your body. You allowed him to deepen the kiss, his tongue lapping and darting into your mouth as he made a series of small, pleasured noises, whimpering and gasping as you continued playing with his hair.

When you finally seperated, you were both breathing heavily, hearts pounding. Jaskier's appearance made you weak, as you examined his lust darkened eyes, the soft blush creeping across his cheeks, and his puffy, crimson lips. He looked so ruffled, like a startled baby animal, that you couldn't help but giggle. You moved to rest your forehead against him, his eyelashes briefly kissing your cheek as he moved to wrap his arms around your waist.

"I love you, Jaskier," you said, running your thumb across his cheek, causing him to hum softly at the touch. You hesitated, grinning, before adding, "thanks for waiting for me."

"Of course, dear heart," he said, cheeky smile once again tugging at the corner of his mouth, before adding more seriously, "You're more important to me than you could ever know."

"I think I have some idea," you smirked, grabbing him by his shirt collar and pulling his lips into your smile.

[okay-j-hannah]

Her Sweet Kiss

The Witcher : Fic

Jaskier x Reader

Word count: 2790

Warnings: Language/sexual themes... I took full advantage of this prompt and wrote something much longer 😂 I guess I was just looking for an excuse to write something angsty for Jaskier

Request: “Jaskier & Dancing!!!! He does so much music making and not enough people dancing to it. 😭😭” Anon

A/N: Jaskier has found himself enamored by a woman who has sworn off childish whims such as love

Clearly I’ve used the real song Jaskier sings in season 1 - listen here!

In a world of swift cruelty and one night pleasures, where was the time to waste on true love?

(Y/N) had spent enough years scouring the continent to know that it was useless to think men were capable of anything more than calming the heat in their trousers. Their expectation of love was scraping the barrel, just enough to get what they want and go.

She had once believed destiny would be fairer to her; that perhaps a symbolic white knight would kneel at her feet and declare his passion with poetry. He would sweep her away with a life comparable to her dreams.

He would be just and loyal and think of only her. She would dote on his every word and together they would build a life worth living.

(Y/N) had since moved on from her romantic fancies. Ever since the local farm boy she swooned over bed her in the haystacks and left her before buttoning his trousers.

Crushed dreams drive people to become terrible things. (Y/N) had resorted to becoming a lonesome ranger. Though she tried to be fair in the way she delivered justice, a life as a vigilante left little room for compassion.

All that remained of her romantic heart was her fondness of a kiss.

Not a heavy, passionate kiss of the lips.

She preferred the lingering ones that burned your cheek, or the back of the hand, or the soft skin of the shoulder. It is enough to hint the want for more, but it was the simplicity of the affection that drew her.

To those that are friendly with her, they know to expect it. Her greetings normally came with a kiss on the cheek. When she left, the sentiment was the same. In times of pain, she left one on the forehead. When near a deathbed, she held tight to a hand and left a kiss there.

It left many a man confused, and no one more than Jaskier.

The bard had met (Y/N) on many occasions while traveling with Geralt. She was considered a close companion to Geralt and was never far whenever he called a favor.

“Where is this famed continental ranger you spoke of,” Jaskier said, staring around the pub. “I expect great material for my next ballad.”

“She’ll be here,” Geralt grumbled.

“She?” Jaskier twirled around, “You never said this ranger was a she!”

“Is that important?”

Jaskier attempted to flatten the hair of his forehead, “When one hasn’t had a date in weeks, one would desire to make a decent first impression.”

“Don’t,” Geralt stated simply, “She’d sooner cut your cock off.”

“Oh – I – hmm…”

“There she is.”

Jaskier jumped, “Where?” There was definitely an edge of fear in his tone now.

Poised in the corner was a woman suited in all black. Various straps and gauntlets that no doubt housed unseen weapons, crossed her figure. Her tunic was tightfitting and flared out at the end, so it appeared she was wearing a skirt. Sheaths on her back revealed double blades that were most likely her strong point suit in battle.

But the way she smiled. The way she held her arms out to Geralt. It was a startling contrast to what she was wearing.

“My Witchman.”

“(Y/N),” Geralt said, walking towards her, “I see you still wish to call me that horrible name.”

She laughed, bright and clear, hugging him by the shoulders, “Well, you are a man that is called a witch.”

“Witcher.”

“Close enough.” She pressed her cheek against his and gave a kiss in greeting.

Jaskier was at a loss for words. She didn’t speak as a woman fond of dismembering the opposite sex.

“This is Jaskier. He – uh, travels with me.”

“Um… I’m his barker,” Jaskier fumbled, “I… retell his adventures in song.” He gestured to the lute slung across his back.

(Y/N) seemed pleased by the idea, “You’re the one responsible for all those stories?”

Jaskier was too busy staring at her flowing hair to make a response. He wondered what it smelt like.

“He’s been a friend,” Geralt vouched. “And we were both hoping to request a favor.”

“In that case,” and (Y/N) walked over to Jaskier to give him a hug, “Pleasure to meet you.”

She left a kiss on his cheek.

And Jaskier was sure he’d perish under the heat of his face.

Their friendship went on in such a manner throughout the time they knew each other. Jaskier, upon Geralt’s warning, never publicly announced his wishes to be more than friends. It didn’t prevent him from dropping little hints.

Most of which merely put (Y/N) in a sour mood.

“Can’t you sing anything else besides these horrid love ballads?” she cried out one night, “I tire of the tune.”

“Don’t you care for love and fancies?” Jaskier asked, gripping his lute by the fire.

(Y/N) ripped a leg off the rabbit they were eating, “Perhaps once.”

“What changed?”

Her eyes flitted to his for a moment, “The will of men. It taught me the true ways of the world. Blood and betrayal and ever sought glory. There is no space for childish whims such as love.”

Jaskier stared at her a moment; the hope that fueled him seemed to deplete a notch. “I don’t think that.”

The corner of her mouth upturned into a smile, “What do you think?”

“Love is care. It’s a drive. It’s hope. Love can be a great deal many things.” He looked to her across the fire, “I also think it’s possible to exist in romance.”

“What do you know of romantic notions?” (Y/N) laughed, “Just the other day you were pining over the girls you paid to sleep with you.”

“Hey!” he said, huffy and suddenly flushed, “I am capable of being a romantic.”

Her eyebrows raised in disbelief, “Then why bed girls that you do not love?”

His mouth remained open as he thought of something to say. But all the words of how he only thought of her seemed to vanish. He merely looked towards the ground when he muttered, “They were a distraction.”

He didn’t look up again until he saw (Y/N)’s shoes beside him.

“I think it noble you are still seeking a true romantic love affair,” she smiled at him though he knew it was because she thought him naive and stupid. “You’ll have to write a new song to tell me about it.”

She put a hand to his head and placed a sweet kiss to his hair.

She smelt like lavender.

Jaskier felt that familiar pain in his chest as she walked away. The feeling that could not be dispelled by spending nights with other women or disappear with time.

Time only seemed to make it grow.

Another instance was when traveling through the wild, (Y/N) declared that she was bored.

“I demand you entertain us, bard,” she said, putting her hands on his shoulders and leaning over to rest her chin on his head. “I will surely die if I cannot relieve this boredom.”

Jaskier immediately dropped his lute with his fumbling hands. “Oh, right, yes – I shall coax it right out of you.”

Geralt turned his yellow eyes to his companion and tilted his head in annoyance. As if to say, “Really?”

Jaskier ignored it, placing his lute in his lap and striking up a merry tune. Something that would surely get her moving.

And move she did. (Y/N) began tapping and swaying around their campsite. Her arms flew and her feet pranced as she smiled and hummed along.

She was dancing to his song with such freedom it was making him smile subconsciously.

“Come along, Geralt!” she tugged on the witcher’s arm, “Take a turn with me.”

“I’d rather fall prey to a bruxa.”

She laughed as she flitted away. She was beginning to twirl, her hair bouncing along with her steps. Her laughs and sighs were heartbreaking. It was as if they drowned out the music Jaskier was playing.

His fingers were working with a mind of their own as his full attention was placed on her dancing.

She was flying and free. Not a care in the world. How he ached to join her.

And when she twirled and blew him a kiss, he hit a sharp note on the lute that made her laugh harder. He laughed along as he realigned his fingers to the strings.

It was then that she built the habit of requesting songs. Sometimes it was to make her dance. Sometimes it was to make her sleep. Sometimes it was to comfort her.

Jaskier learned to read her face when she requested his playing. He could tell by her voice and by the look in her eyes. He knew what she needed by one look.

“I request a ballad, dear bard,” she said quietly. She laid on the ground beside him, resting her head on the log he used as a chair.

He stared at her for a moment, concern layering his face. But he refrained from giving her a comforting touch, he learned from the time she almost broke his arm that she didn’t like to be touched.

Instead he picked up his lute and played a somber tune, not something dreadful, but something fair.

She sighed, wrapping one of her arms around his leg she rested against. “Jaskier. Do you still have those fanciful thoughts about love?”

He plucked away, looking down to her and feeling that ache enter his chest. “Of course, what musician doesn’t?”

She stared at the sky – at the stars there. “Though I never wish to find it myself, I do hope that you’ll find someone one day. To share your love. They’d be very lucky indeed to have you.”

Jaskier found the nearest pub that night and drank his sorrows away with the closest woman that would take his coin.

As time went on, he found himself devastated after every encounter with (Y/N). Her thoughts never changed, but neither did his wishes.

There were times his hope would reinvigorate. Such was the time that the trio assisted a raid with dishonorable banished knights.

(Y/N) and Geralt were fighting side by side, blades unforgivable. This was the person (Y/N) had chosen to become – not the person she really was. Jaskier was stunned by her actions, beheading and disemboweling her victims. This was her rage. And her rage was not who she really was.

When Jaskier got caught in the crossfire, blood and mud smearing his complexion, did the real (Y/N) come through.

“Jaskier!” she screamed, sheathing her weapons, “Geralt! We’re finished here. They don’t need us to see out this fight.”

And she spent the night by his bedside, tending to his wounds. He was in and out of consciousness, hot with a growing fever as he battled possible infection. But even then he would never forget the feeling of (Y/N) tucking him in. (Y/N) placing water to his lips. (Y/N) feeling his forehead.

He could have sworn he heard her sniffle.

“I request a ballad, dear bard,” her whisper was raspy. “Something to stave off the boredom.”

She waited for him to speak, but he could only mindlessly hum broken tunes. She sighed heavily, holding his face and placing a lingering kiss to his forehead.

He began to mutter quiet lyrics right after.

“… it steals all my reason

Commits every treason.”

Her smile was painful as he struggled to breathe.

“How is that just?”

Jaskier was dreaming of (Y/N) and her dancing when he awoke.

Time continued to fly by as their encounters became more frequent. It was much more enjoyable for (Y/N) than it ever was to Jaskier. He spent most of their adventures together as fuel to the ache in his chest – the twisting pain in his stomach.

She’d catch him staring at her and make faces. He would hotly wave it off.

She messed with the tunes of his lute, making them all off key right before a show. He faced the humiliation in front of a crowd by staring at her giddy face in the back.

She had danced to her hearts content, pulling him to join her – even when a slower waltz began to play. Jaskier took full advantage of the moment, swaying with her and holding her close. He tried to memorize the lavender of her hair. Tried to engrain the feeling of her keeping her cheek against his.

It always ended before he was ready. He didn’t want to let go.

“The ‘fairer’ sex, they often call it. But her love’s as unfair as a crook.”

At the moment he was playing the ballad that had become his mantra whenever he was saddened by the poor prospects between him and (Y/N).

Unbeknownst to him, she had been listening to him practice.

“Another love ballad?” she asked. He locked up immediately, terrified that she had heard his words. “You’re hopeless,” she laughed.

He swallowed hard, “Yes, well – when you have the perfect muse, one can’t help but write a song for her.”

“For her?” (Y/N) gasped, “After all this time, dear Jaskier. Have you found someone to pursue with your romantic fancies?”

He cracked a hurt smile, “Yes, indeed.” He looked towards his lute, “Though she does not find me in that way.”

(Y/N) paused her jeering, taking a seat across from him. She eyed the pink of his cheeks and the somber tone of his voice. “Would you sing it for me?”

He turned to her, his flush increasing, “I thought you didn’t care for love ballads.”

She shrugged, “I care for anything you write.”

It took him a second to gather his wits.

“The ‘fairer’ sex, they often call it

But her love’s as unfair as a crook

It steals all my reason

Commits every treason

Of logic, with naught but a look.

A storm raging on the horizon

Of longing and heartache and lust

She’s always bad news

It’s always lose, lose

So tell me love, tell me love

How is that just?”

He plucked away at the lute, finding it difficult to make eye contact with her. He couldn’t see the way her eyebrows knit or how her fingers knotted together.

“But the story is this

She’ll destroy with her sweet kiss

Her sweet kiss

But the story is this

She’ll destroy with her sweet kiss.

Her current is pulling you closer

And charging the hot, humid night

The red sky at dawn is giving a warning, you fool

Better stay out of sight

I’m weak my love, and I am wanting

If this is the path I must trudge

I welcome my sentence

Give to you my penance

Garrotter, jury and judge.”

He looked up at her then, unable to interpret her face. But now that he started, he couldn’t stop. His chest burned and twisted to see her so close to him and still so in the dark. She was leaning forward, hearing his words with eagerness.

“But the story is this

She’ll destroy with her sweet kiss

Her sweet kiss

The story is this

She’ll destroy with her sweet kiss.”

His fingers stopped, his arms going limp. His throat was remarkably dry after singing it. But there it was – out in the open – waiting for (Y/N) to place her judgement on it.

She appeared to be working on what to say next. “It sounds like you’re in pain.”

He scoffed, amused by her first response, “It is difficult to love someone that refuses to love.”

The silence was thick.

“Is it all true?”

He gave her a deep stare, “Every word. I welcome the pain, I am glad she has stolen my heart. I will remain in love with her even as she walks away from it… just to get one of those rare, sweet kisses. At least I know that love exists even if it is unrequited.”

(Y/N) set her jaw, rising to her feet slowly. “Who is this girl that causes you such anguish?”

“I’m sure my muse would rather be left anonymous.” His breathing picked up as she began to walk towards him.

“Jaskier, please – who is this song about?”

He was left to drown as she got so close to him. He couldn’t help himself. She was staring at him with eyes that twinkle like stars.

“You,” he breathed out heavy, “The song is about you.”

Her brow was still knitted and with her silence grew such anxiety within Jaskier. He was on his way to ramble on about how he was joking, and it was all a…

But (Y/N) had grabbed his face and placed her lips upon his with such intensity – such sincerity – that every thought he had ever had in his life just disappeared.

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Summary: walking away from Geralt was one of the easiest things that you had ever had to do, however the same could not be said for Jaskier. That is until he finds out the truth of why you and the Witcher were so close

Fandom: The Witcher

Pairing: Jaskier x reader, mentions of Geralt x reader and Geralt x Yennefer

Warnings: angst, mentions of sex, death, violence

A dream that was far from reality itself on the continent wandered through your mind; it pictured a bard obscuring you with the attention that you desired, your sights were away from the road that was just before you as you rode the horse, loose musical arms wrapped around your waist from behind. If only Jaskier could do that for another purpose than steadying himself on the steed that you shared, then that would be a veil of your own greed, you wanted him close, preferably with less clothes on. The two of you were riding adjourned from the mutant Witcher, he had dismissed the pair of you out of his anger and long years of grief, and thus you and the artist found solace in vastly getting as far away as you possibly could. He no longer wanted you and Jaskier around, to him you were nothing but burdens, but without him you were truly free from his lacklustre company.

Witchers had a tendency to pretend that they cared for nothing in existence, though that was not true, you had seen emotion pass through Geralt's cold eyes, and there was a burning rage behind them as he felt lost on that mountain top. And so you did the thing a true friend would, left him as he had no problem with defending himself, logically you had only obliged his loud command. Still, through that, and before, you cared for Jaskier more, and it was better that the two of you escaped from the rouse of tailing the adventurer sooner than later, if you continued down that dark path that no doubt brought glory to the tales that you could tell and brag about, death was a possibility, and a means to survive. You'd already killed people, but Jaskier was pure of soul on that matter, the worst that he had done was tangled his self in adultery or the occasional theft.

And you’d essentially done more than you had lead on; you and Geralt had not only fought by one another’s sides, but you had also shared a cot for things that meant nothing to him, and you too, but you were aware that if Jaskier uncovered your dark and gruelling secret of the existential relation between you and the emotionless brick then there would be no hassle for him to walk away. He would be blinded by the pain of your and Geralt’s shared betrayal to care whether he was alone or not, and it was widely known that when the bard was walking down a solitary line that he was vulnerable, and worst of all, reckless. So rather than admit the faults that you had acted on, you continued sit on the horse in front of the lutist, mirroring his sullen expression.

It pained you to lie to him, your bard, but it was for the best, he was not ready for the truth yet, and more importantly you weren’t prepared to be held accountable for them. The only relief was that he could not see your face from the angle that he was sat at, otherwise he would no doubt recognise your guilt. He was good at that, reading your emotions and perhaps that was one of the various reasons as to why you felt this pull towards him, within the laws of attraction most people wouldn’t pair the two of you and your careers together, Geralt and his witch friend included, but Jaskier would bet his life on the two of you concluding down to a prefect match, and he would bet his life on it. His tactics of making your heart swoon always worked but you never allowed your exterior to show that much, instead you often took a page out of the Witcher’s book and pretended that nothing phased your cold heart. Though in reality your skin would warm under the glow of his artistic presence and your heart would thump like drums of war.

The eve was setting in the sky, consuming all light and reminding you that of a night the roads could be a dangerous place to be found by things and sometimes humans that prowled in may that time, and so you steered the steed off the road and walked through the oncoming land of a farmer, surely they wouldn’t mind, and so you continued your journey, bumps jumping out from your skin as Jaskier swept his caressing hand across your abdomen on accident. Everything remained silent except from the rustling of the grass and dandelions that you waded through whilst on horseback, and the echo of itch irritated crickets that ricocheted through the air like a warning signal, and you should have listened to it as you felt the animal tense beneath you and send a worrisome whinny out, alerting all predators of your destination. That did not matter however, you had a feeling that you had already been found.

Jaskier’s head swerved around in circles, frightened that without Geralt that he would die an incomplete man with works that had yet to reach the ear so of an audience. And that was every artist’s worst nightmare, unable to continue creating masterpieces to share with the world, and more importantly he would no longer be able to lavish you in flirtatious lyrics, the two of you would be nothing more than poetic bodies that symbolised the fragility of mortal livelihood. “What is that y/n?” He squinted as he spoke with a tremor distorting his voice, his head was cocked out behind your own, and you knew what to do. You kicked your heels in the spurs against the sides of your horse, gripping with venomous might on the leather reins, hoping that Jaskier would grip tighter onto your waist as the two of you moved atop of the transportation in a gallop, praying to escape from the beast that had been stalking you and planning for you both to be its next meal.

If anything were ever to happen to Jaskier you would never be able to forgive yourself, there would be no self redemption for your sins, and there would be no absolution to move past his demise, even if you were whisked into the afterlife with him. He was too good for this world and on every account the dangers in it tried to thief him away into their dark domain and drain each pep of happiness out of his step, though you would protect him until your very last breath, and if possible after that too. Each ushered puff of air that ransacked out from his scarcely bitten lips whispered into your ears making the weight upon your chest to get away that much more urgent. The dandelions below your feet swept up in a storm before you, their fairy like seeds dancing in the pitch sky and dragging along your cheeks. Your escape appeared to be going smoothly until a clash of force happened, a force hitting the underside of your horse and clawing at its gut; you and Jaskier slipped off from atop of the saddle and rolled onto the earth, your head felt dreary from the fall but you had no trouble to reach for your weapons. Anything to protect Julian.

Glinting under the starlight, the blade in your hand silently threatened the noiseless suitor that was rustling on the grounds, Jaskier staggered to his feet, quietly dusting himself off. “Y/n…” he called out your name once more but you were sound deaf to his words, your focus maintained at whatever creature had splayed the guts of the horse over the grass and was chortling hungrily on its flesh. If you were to make a run for it, the thing would no doubt catch you in a split moment of such an attempt and it would leave Jaskier open to being prey for whatever was lurking. With your hand around the sheath of the sword, your grip tightened as said being crept closer, you were prepared to swing and behead it but a whimper fell from its lips. It was just a girl, tears staining her under eyes as her formal bodice was dirtied from the red residue that she had engorged from the veins of your horse. And thus you did not defile her into a corpse and instead remained steady on your feet, eyes estranged by the sight as Jaskier shivered behind you. He had no idea who this was, and you too no longer recognised her from the monstrous gleam that was barren from her irises, she was innocent, or at least as innocent as you had ever been…

It was you, when you were countless moons younger than you were now, a girl that was not devoted to the road ahead. Seeing her was a curse in itself, it reminded you that much time had passed and one day you would fall into the earth as nothing more than a pile of slain bones, you could not draw your eyes away from the ageless mirror that was trudging curiously closer to you. “She lies, you know Jaskier…” her childish tone revealed the truth, but you could do nothing, even as the bard shook your arm to do something to stop the monster from crawling into your mind, however his attempts had nought affects. She instead continued, keeping you in a trance until she broke the ice that was encasing your tongue and limbs. “You should ask about her and the notorious Witcher. Of course she’d choose him over you, a sad little bard, she’s witnessed the things that he can do when he unsheathes his silver sword, felt it in fact…” Jaskier’s mouth gaped open as realisation dawned on him, and the monster opened its jaw, the appearance of your younger self disappearing from sight and being replaced with a shapeshifting outline, dangerous teeth threatening you both.

And so with it showcasing its true self you swung and beheaded it, unfortunately after it had spread the sour truth. Blood stained the metal of your sword as angry air exited out from your nostrils, Jaskier shook behind you, pained by the honesty that he prayed not to be true, whilst you painted the dandelions around you red. You’d done worst in every other possible way, and that sunk in as Jaskier crumpled his weight from one foot to the other, the leaves and other flora around him crackling from dramatic affect. “W-what did it mean y/n?” He sounded broken and from the admittance that you could not deny him any longer, he would be. And so you gulped before turning around to face him, dreading the reaction that you would earn from him for spilling the truth. He knew something had happened, that you had been hiding something from him, it wasn’t difficult to understand, he may have been misjudged as a fool but you hadn’t tried to conceal the emotions that disguised your beautiful face, your sullen attitude also advanced towards such a reason also.

“Me and Geralt…” it seemed that you had to say no more, the bard’s face dropped at the mention of you and the Witcher and the pieces already fixed together in his head. Whilst you may have had no obligations to Jaskier, he still felt for you, and that emotion was as real and as raw as the pain that he was currently being bombarded with, tears pricked at his eyes as he stared dangerously at you, wishing that he had never trusted the simple invitation of you tagging along, or had the hope that maybe you’d have ever felt the same. It didn’t matter who, people only listened to his songs out of respect for the notorious Witcher, and you had only left the killer because he had fallen for that deviant witch, so now you were both pained, but it was not all the fault of the white haired hunter. No, you had allowed him to cast his ancient hands over your bare body and much more without even compensating the bard in your mind or how he’d feel, it was treachery, you wanted to explain yourself, it was a dark night and mindset that had to lead to such, and so you stepped closer to Jaskier but he only set the same distance between you by taking vigorous steps back.

“Stay away from me. Forever.” Tears bloodied around his eyes as he accepted that the deed had been done; no matter who he had cared for, his family, Geralt, you, they always ended up hurting and making him the victim of their own ploys. He wouldn’t so easily forgive you for the chorus of agony in his chest that you had caused to unfold, it was an open wound and the urgent expression on your face only poured salt into it. He felt sick imagining you nestled up after rounds of passion beside the Witcher, he had thought you more than the other woman that had wanted to bed the mutant however you were not, you were rather similar it turned out. The only difference was that you had coiled around Jaskier’s heart like a hungry snake, and now had taken a sufficient bite from it, and it was bleeding out from the reveal, the drops that rained from his eyes began to drown the dandelions at his feet, before he turned and walked away as a broken silhouette, refusing your rebuttal of following him. There was another monster in the valley, and it was you, you’d deceived him after all the time he had been smitten with you, and the truth had only reminded him that nobody really cared, they were just using him as a noble pawn to fill the mark, until he too would be tossed aside in a sacrifice to protect the queen.

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@kueble told me to write three sentences to get the words going and I had to do it enough times that i got a little scene out of it lol and i like it and thought it was kinda cute so here.

CW: geralt didn’t used to take care of his hair lol thats it

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“It looks… different?” Geralt moaned one morning, looking in the mirror as he buttoned his shirt.

“Well, yeah. You’re taking care of it. Less breakage makes it so it looks healthier,” Jaskier chuckled as he explained from his perch on the end of their bed. 

“But I liked the little ones in the front. They stuck out of the bun like I like it.”

The pout on Geralt’s face was positively adorable and Jaskier couldn’t help but stand up to kiss it off his face, “You miss your breakage?” When Geralt only nodded Jaskier continued, “We’ll take you to Priss and get it cut the way you like it, yeah?”

“It wont get frizzy again?”

Jaskier took Geralt’s face in his hands and looked in his eyes with all the fondness he could muster for his sweet himbo, “Not if you keep doing what you’re doing-” he paused to kiss the divot in his nose,”-now let’s get going we’re gonna be late.” 

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Your Sweet Kiss

Jaskier x Fem Reader

Word count: 3225

One-shot

Warnings: a few raunchy jokes in the beginning, but other than that, it's nothing more than absolute fluff.

A/N: as much as I'd wish to post a part two to my first story Cloud 9 before posting something else, I couldn't resist. Please pardon any spelling/grammatical errors. I am still relatively new to posting, so if I've left anything out that I should add for future posts, please enlighten me! This all just seemed to come together at once, so I took the opportunity while it was there. :) Cello is my instrument of choice, and while I'm not sure if it fits in the time period the show takes place in, I wanted to feature something a little different, so I hope it isn't too out of place! As always, I do not own The Witcher, nor the characters in it. Enjoy!

"Is your instrument the only way to get you to spread those gorgeous legs of yours?" Jaskier asked you, leaning against the wall next to you as you tuned your cello. You gave a bubbly laugh at his raunchy, yet charming joke. "You sing beautifully, but I'm sure that's not the only talentful use you have of that mouth of yours" you flirted back, taking him by surprise as you both shared a playful smile and laugh with each other. You often played this game amongst each other, much like a game of cat and mouse, one chasing after the other. The playful flirting, fleeting touches, and teasing glances doing nothing but igniting a flame of desire between the two of you that you didn't know you had until recently. Your bond was stronger than chains made of the tickets, strongest metals, the both of you having been through thick and thin together, two perfect partners in crime. What was stopping you then? What was stopping you from crossing that line, and turning your friendship into something more? If you were honest, nothing. Nothing but your own nerves.

He found you one day playing in the square of your village, a crowd surrounding you as you played in the stark light of day. It wasn't every day that people saw a female musician, and certainly wasn't common to see a woman pick up an instrument, especially where you were from. You'd seen many women sing, even some that play the piano on occasion, but you wanted to do better than just that. You wanted to be a legend in your small home town, forever to be remembered as the female cellist. You wanted to be a role model for other townspeople, especially the women and the children of your village, and hopefully one day, others across the continent. You wanted to inspire them to pick up an instrument and play, broadening the beauty of music all it's wonderfully talented players. You were playing one of the most beautiful songs Jaskier had ever heard as he passed through the village in search of the bar he was to be performing at that afternoon. You sat in your chair, your legs craddling your instrument between them as you lost yourself in the piece. Your fingers danced against the strings, flying so quickly, so expertly to play the notes, and you did that wonderful thing to the string that made the note reverberate so pleasantly, so satisfyingly. He would come to find it was called vibrato, a technique he'd spend hours, even days trying to master for himself on the lute. You were an absolute marvel to witness, your skill and technique on a level that deserved more praise and a larger audience than just the people of your small town. So once you were done, he asked you to join him in bringing music to the people of the continent. Who were you to say no to such a thing? Music was your passion, your choice of career, and an opportunity like this was something you had only ever dreamed of. So you eagerly said yes. Now here you were, performing for commoners and royals alike, showcasing your talents and accompanying someone who grew to be your closest friend, and now, someone you had hopelessly fallen in love with.

He often called you a show stopper, the star of every show you two would perform together in, but really, he was the mastermind behind it all. His wonderful singing, his absolutely stunning talent with the lute, and when he put the two together, it was nothing short of marvelous. He could get a crowd to be up and dancing in a moments notice, or make a whole room sway and swoon with his vocals and ballads of love, or songs of fascinating adventures. Including yourself. It was no wonder he was so popular amongst women, because not only was he talented, but in true Bard fashion, he was nothing less of an absolute charmer. You would hear women giggling amongst each other as he played, seeing them crowd around him as he finished, and listened as he chatted them all up. But the second he would hear you play, or see you chatting with someone else, he instantly was by your side. It made you wonder if you could possibly have pulled his interest more than even the young maidens that would typically grab his attention.

"Care to find out? I'm sure those fingers are equally as talented in other places as they are on the strings" He asked, making a blush rise to your cheeks as you two continued to joke. "You horny dog you, is that what you tell all your fair maidens?" You teased with a playful grin. "Just the pretty ones" he replied with a wink and a matching grin. "I think you'll find I'm not as easy to get to shed my clothes as most of the women you tend to court are" you said with a giggle. "Oh but darling, that's what makes it fun!" He said, walking closer to you. "Nothing is more rewarding than chasing after something, and working so hard to get it, then finally being able to catch it. And I don't know about you, but I feel as though maybe I'm closer to catching you than you might think" he said, making you give a hum in intruige. "You say that with such confidence, dear Jaskier. How are you to be so sure unless you finally catch me, hmm?" You asked, now it was his turn to give an amused hum. He crouched down to lean his upper half on the wall that was off to the side, designated for the instrumentalists that accompanied singers, resting his head on his arms that sat crossed along the stone. "Because that look in your eyes everytime we speak tells me all that I need to know" he said with a grin, his brilliant blue eyes staring straight into yours as if he were looking straight into your soul. "And welcoming to the stage, ladies and gentlemen, we have the renowned Y/N L/N! Give her a warm welcome everyone" the King called, bringing you from your world of shock as the audience began to clap for you. A blush covered your cheeks as he stood up. "Give 'em a show they'll never soon forget" he encouraged before walking away and taking a seat as closely as he could manage to be able to see you. "Always" you replied with a gleaming smile before he was too far.

You gave a courtsey to the royal family you were playing for before taking your seat and playing. You were moments into the ballad, and already you had lost yourself into it all. Your heart, your mind, and soul all joining together in perfect harmony as you played one of your favorite compositions you'd ever put together. It was a song of hope, love, and desitiny all interwoven together to provide the most wonderful melody your mind has ever created. It was a song you had written with your dynamic with Jaskier in mind. Your passion and love expressed through the notes with every stroke of your bow against the strings. Your fingers moved with grace to play the notes, your body swaying just a tad to the tune. Jaskier watched as your fingers danced against the strings with masterful precision, as they always did. His heart pounding in his chest as he watched you so blissfully get lost in the magic of it. The song gracefully and slowly rose, soon coming to it's climax, the notes crescendoing and climbing louder and louder until it finally reached it's satisfying peak. The part of the song symbolising two lovers finally joining together as one, sharing a passion-filled kiss you yearned to share with Jaskier. A love you wanted more than anything in this world, formed from a bond that felt stronger than even the elements of life itself. He sat, smiling, marveling in your talent, watching you as you put your all into it as if it was your last dying action. Gods you were a sight to behold, and he was so proud to see how far you've come since you first started to perform with him.

Your notes decrescendoed, the tune falling to a lower volume, as the song started to reach it's resolution. You pictured a life together with him as you played, the music serving as almost background music to the wonderful movie playing in your mind. You watched behind closed eyelids as you shared a home together, destiny leading you both along a path of love and adventure. There was no one in this world that you'd rather spend it with than him, and you only hoped that he could ever feel the same. As the song finally came to an end, you opened your eyes, releasing your bow from the strings to signal your song had ended. The crowd roared with cheers and clapping for your performance, a welcome you weren't accustomed to quite yet, but one that you could learn to love. You looked all around the room, finding Jaskier standing and cheering the loudest of them all, harboring the brightest smile on his face. Tears filled your eyes as you gave him the brightest, warmest smile you could in return. You stood, giving another courtsey to the royal family who seemed in awe of your skill, then giving one to the gracious crowd around you.

You stood to exit the middle of the floor so that the next performer could take the stage, when you were suddenly crowded by men and women alike. They all offered you coin, gems, and bouquets of flowers in appreciation of your wonderful skill, some even shouting how they wished you to be their tutor. It was the first time you had been welcomed so much by a crowd, especially one as large as this, and if you were honest, it was quite overwhelming. "You're all truly too kind, thank you, but I don't want to steal someone else's spotlight anymore than I already have" you said kindly, them placing their offerings in your case as you exited the floor and went to go sit with Jaskier who was waiting ever so patiently for you. You gave a bright smile, coming to hug him tightly as those happy tears filled your eyes once more. "You sounded as gorgeous as ever, but I must say, I think that's your best performance yet" he complimented as he hugged you tightly. "How does it feel to finally get the recognition you deserve?" He asked with a playful grin as you pulled back, giving a giggle. "Overwhelming, I don't know how you do it" you said, making him laugh. "You'll get used to it, gods knows you've worked hard for it" he said, his hand resting on your cheek, wiping away a stray tear that rolled down your face. "I'd have none of it if it weren't for you, I truly owe you so much" you said, your hand coming to his that rested on your cheek. "You owe me absolutely nothing, you worked for this. The best payment is seeing you finally obtain it" he said, pulling you in for another hug.

After you pulled apart once more, you both took a seat next to each other at a table, enjoying the company together and the fine assortments of food that filled the room with a delicious aroma. As you sipped on your glass of champagne, Jaskier asked the question you found hard to answer completely truthfully. "Might I ask what your song is about?" He asked, making a small blush rise to your cheeks and come across your nose. You thought of the best way to explain it without telling him the full truth, not knowing how he might feel if you did. "It's a love song. A ballad of two people who find each other, and fall in love" you said. It wasn't a lie, in fact, that was what it was really about, you just left out the specifics of it that would hint at who it was really about. "The beginning starts out slow, symbolising the building of the bond and friendship they share together that soon blossoms into romance. As the song crescendos and builds to it's climax, I made it to symbolize the journey they share together, their feelings growing further and further until the song finally reaches it's peak, symbolising them joining together in a passionate kiss. One that's as if they're two lost souls finally joined as one" you started to explain, him looking on at you in awe and intruige at the marvelous detail you had put into it that he'd have never known unless he'd have asked you. "Then as the song decrescendos, it symbolises them finally joined together by destiny, going on to create a happy life together, one filled with ups and downs, twists and turns, hardships and wonderful memories as they live out their life til the song ends and symbolises their happy ever after" you finished, turning to look at him. He gave a dramatic sniffle. "Why that's the most beautiful thing I've ever heard" he said, making you laugh at his dramatics. "I had no idea you could be such a romantic!" He said, making you giggle softly. "It's hard not to get lost in it when it's personal" you said. "I made it recounting my own desires for love and a happily ever after" you admitted with another blush, making him smile. "Have I turned you to a hopeless romantic like myself?" He asked, making you laugh once more. "No, better. You've shown me a happiness I had no idea I could obtain. A happiness I...almost feel as though I don't deserve" you said.

"You deserve the world, and nothing short of it" he said, making you smile and blush as you looked down at your hands, fidgeting with them out of nervousness. "Do you tell that to all the pretty girls?" You asked playfully with a coy grin. "Only the special ones, and so far, you're the only one on that list" he said back boldly, making your heart race. You gave a smile. "Is that so?" You asked, quirking a brow in intruige at his confession. "Yes, and if you'd allow me..." He said, turning to where he could tuck your hair behind your ear before his finger ran along your jaw, his thumb coming to your chin to get you to face him. "I'd like you to be the first and only woman to say such a thing to" he said, making you give a smile as those tears from before filled your eyes once again. Your hand came to his as it once again craddled your cheek lovingly. "Jaskier...I'd love nothing more" you said with a smile. He gave you the happiest smile in return, his gorgeous blue eyes lighting up with delight at your answer. "May I kiss you?" He asked, making you giggle. "I'd be greatly dissapointed if you didn't" you said playfully. "And I'd truly hate to dissapoint" he quipped, making you giggle softly again as you both leaned in, your eyes trailing from his, to his lips, then back up before they started to close.

You were just centimetres away from one another, your lips teasingly close when a voice broke you both apart. "You two made such a lovely performance tonight! I- oh! My apologies, I was interrupting something" spoke the Queen from the royal family you two performed for, making you two jump apart quickly, giving a bow to the Queen who stood before you. "Why thank you, your grace, for allowing us to perform for you and your family! It was the highest honor" you spoke, making her smile. "We knew Jaskier would never disappoint, but when he asked for my husband and I to allow someone to accompany him and perform as well, we were shocked! But you, my dear, shined like a star tonight" she said, making you smile wide. "Why thank you, your highness, it's my pleasure" you said with a sweet smile. "Our daughter is to be wed a few days from now, and we were wondering if perhaps you two could play for it? You gave such a good show tonight, I absolutely must have you both back here" she said, making you and Jaskier look to each other in shock and delight before looking back to the Queen. "We'd never deny a request from the royal family. We'd be honored to, your grace" Jaskier responded. "Oh, wonderful! Wonderful! And please, don't forget to come and collect your payment before leaving, I'd truly hate to see such wonderful talent go unappreciated" she said, making you both smile. "We'll be sure to, your highness, we thank you greatly for such a splendid opportunity" you said politely. "You two enjoy the rest of the banquet and the rest of the night, and if you need anything, do not hesitate to let us or our staff know" she said, you both giving your thanks and another bow before she took her leave back to her throne with the rest of the royal family. "Well, that was pleasantly unexpected" Jaskier said, making you giggle.

"Now, where were we?" He asked, making you move closer to him once more, filling the gap between you two. You bit your lip with anticipation, trying to hide the excited smile coming to your lips. "Shall we finish what we started?" He asked, leaning in close to you, his lips teasingly close to yours, your noses brushed together lightly with the close contact. You found your smile impossible to hide, your heart racing against your chest with anticipation. "I'm afraid I'd go mad if we didn't" you admitted before your lips joined together, finally closing the distance between you two, and finally ending the chase for each other. For you unknowingly already had each other all this time. Your hands slid up the front of his doublet, your arms finding their place around his neck, and his hands rested delicately at your waist. A blush rose to your cheeks as passion overflowed you, much like a glass of wine that had been filled to it's brim. Your lips fit together perfectly, like the last two pieces of a puzzle finally coming together to create a beautiful picture. It was everything you'd hoped it to be and more, inspiring you to write and condure up more ballads to perfectly capture the moment. Little did you know, he was already formulating songs of his own about you.

As you pulled apart to catch your breath, you looked into each other's eyes, finding nothing but love and adoration in them. You both gave a smile to each other and a breathy laugh, amazed that such a thing had just happened. You pressed your foreheads together, holding each others hands as the music of the other performers filled the hall, but you both were lost in your own world. You had just given the performance of a lifetime, and now here you were, joined together with your best friend, now lover, after sharing a kiss that was nothing short of a dream come true.

This certainly was a night you both wouldn't soon forget.

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It Was You All Along (Part 7)

Author’s note: So that wasn’t much of a break, but I couldn’t resist! Here is the next installment of the series, featuring a meme I made myself to reflect the vibes of the first half of this part! And yes, it is supposed to be that pixely. It adds spice. Also, I tried to be as vague as possible describing reader’s outfit towards the end so that you could imagine it the way you wanted! As always, feedback is appreciated, and I hope you all enjoy! Link to my ask box! 

Tags: @ayyyyitswednesdaymydoods @blackjay04 @weaselbee04​ @bravelittlesunflower​ @mxsmwndr​ 

A voice called for me, but I didn’t quite process it. I was too busy trying to fix this gigantic, gaping hole in Geralt’s trousers. Melitele knows if I don’t do it, he would just walk around with it decorating his attire. 

The voice called for me again, but this time I ignored it on purpose. If I lost concentration, I would prick myself with the needle...again. And I didn’t really want to turn my fingers into more of a bloody mess than they already were. 

I heard footsteps beside me, but I didn’t realize how close they were until a rush of coldness surrounded my body. Not only coldness, but wetness. A bucket of ice cold water had been dumped on me, causing me to scream and drop what I was doing as I stood up in shock. 

“Julian!” 

His real name still felt unfamiliar on my lips. I had taken to calling him that every so often, usually when I was angry with him, or when I was messing with him. It was for that reason, I think, that he froze so suddenly when I spoke. He wasn’t used to it either, even though he was the one that suggested I start using it more. 

The bucket made a small thump sound as it hit the ground beneath us, and Jaskier raised his hands up in an apology. But he also backed away like a scared animal. I almost felt bad for him. Almost, but not quite. 

“Now, (Y/N)...I was just trying to get your attention is all. It’s quite important, you see.”

I gathered my skirts in my hands and stomped towards him, scowling and shivering the whole way. 

“What could possibly be so important that you couldn’t wait until I was finished? And what made you think dumping cold water on me was a good idea?”

I didn’t give him a chance to respond before I starting running towards him, my clothes making a sloshing noise against my skin. A string of curse words left his mouth as he took off trying to get away from me. He could be quite fast when he wanted to be. But no way was I going to let him get away from me that easily. 

As soon as he picked up speed, so did I. He wove through the trees surrounding our campsite, going in between them like a maze. Eventually we made it back to where we started. My spot was near a tree and the pants I had been working on were visibly in a bunch on the ground. But behind that was the river that I’m assuming the idiot got the water in the first place. I wonder if I could lead him back there... and “accidentally” knock him in.

As luck would have it, I didn’t even have to put that thought into action. He had made his way to the edge of the river, and turned quickly on his heel trying to run away from me again. But he slipped on the muddy bank, and fell right into the water himself. 

Coming to a stop, a sharp laugh came from my chest suddenly. And I laughed even harder when he bobbed above the surface, hair sticking to his forehead and his fancy doublet soaked. 

“That’s what you get!” I yelled to him between bouts of laughter. 

While Jaskier pulled himself out of the water unceremoniously, I heard more footsteps behind me followed by a thud. Geralt must be back. Only one man I know could walk and sit down that heavily. 

I turned towards the sound, and sure enough, Geralt was sitting down on the log he had claimed as his earlier. He took one look at me and one look at Jaskier who was now standing on the bank of the river, shivering like his life depended on it. 

“I don’t even want to know,” said Geralt with a twitch of his eyebrow and a roll of his eyes. 

~

Night had fallen now. I couldn’t help but reflect on the past few months since that attack at our camp. Things had been pretty boring since then honestly. But I guess I couldn’t complain. Being bored was better than being in danger. 

Geralt was asleep and snoring at an unholy volume. This of course caused a glance between Jaskier and I, and sent us into a fit of silent laughter together. The kind of laughter that had your stomach hurting and your mouth open with no sound. The kind that had you grabbing onto your friend for dear life. Which is precisely what the two of us were doing right now. I had such a grip on Jaskier’s arm, I thought he surely must be in pain. But if he was, he made no mention of it and kept laughing with me. 

However much time had passed, it seemed to only be a few minutes. And I still had my hand on his arm, although my grip definitely lessened. He didn’t notice this either, and simply looked into the dying flames with dried tears from his laughter on his cheeks. My gaze lingered a moment too long on his cheeks, and I began to think about how gentle his eyelashes looked against his skin as he blinked. 

Heat rose in my cheeks and I silently withdrew my hand from his arm. This seemed to catch his attention though. 

“Composed yourself now? Don’t need to steady yourself from anymore laughter?”

There was a glint in his eye as he asked me the questions. I had to keep from smiling. 

“That depends. Got any jokes?”

He stood suddenly and rested a hand on his chin, making it seem like he was deep in thought. 

“You look as if you are composing a new song, Julian.”

“I’m a musician, my dear, I am always composing.” 

He paced around the fire, which was even lower than before. The way he took everything so seriously was something that entertained me, and I couldn’t help but smile to myself because of it. 

Suddenly, he opened his mouth in a silent “Aha!”

“(Y/N), why must you never use a broken pen?”

I paused for a moment and scrunched my face in thought, trying to come up with an answer. But before I could, he delivered the punch line. 

“It’s pointless, darling.”

I snorted at the same time Geralt groaned. The fucker was awake. 

Jaskier almost jumped out of his boots at the sudden noise, which only caused me to laugh again. The pain in my stomach from earlier was back, but I couldn’t keep from laughing. 

“Have you been awake this whole time, Geralt?” Jaskier yelled in surprise. 

“Long enough. Don’t you have anything better to do? Like sleep?”

Jaskier open and closed his mouth a few times before settling on a simple, “Right,” in response. He then took his spot a few feet away from Geralt and laid down for the night. 

“Goodnight, Geralt.” Jaskier said with a stifled yawn.

Geralt simply grunted in return, rolling over so his back was facing Jaskier. 

“Goodnight, (Y/N),” Jaskier called in my direction. 

“Goodnight, Jaskier. And goodnight Geralt!” 

“Hmph,” was all I got in response. 

There was a silence over our camp now. But it was too quiet. The kind of quiet that felt like it would be broken at any moment now. Jaskier’s voice was what broke it, of course.

“Goodnight, Roach.”

“Oh, yeah! Goodnight, Roach and Lily!” I called out excitedly. 

“How could I forget Lily? Goodnight, Lily!” Jaskier parroted. 

“Oh, for the love of-” Geralt groaned loudly, sitting up and gathering his things. He promptly moved farther and farther away from us, settling on a spot under the cover of darkness in the trees. 

I snickered to myself as I got my things ready to lay down. Annoying Geralt had become one of our favorite things to do together over the past few months. 

It became silent again, and I could hear Jaskier’s even breathing now, signalling that he was asleep. I had the feeling I wouldn’t be able to sleep. Call it instinct, I guess. 

I laid down on my back and stared up at the sky. Jaskier and I were closer than ever, and it was so nice. But I needed more. I craved more. They say time heals all wounds, but my heart was still shattered after all these months had gone by. I was still so in love with my best friend that it hurt. Even more than it did before. 

Jaskier had been acting differently lately though. He called me more nicknames, and he was even more of a flamboyant disaster than when I first met him. Come to think of it, I hadn’t seen him with any random women in bars or taverns anymore. Could he-? No. No way. I must be out of my mind. 

My fingers instinctively went to the dagger Geralt had given me a while ago. Sometimes I would run my hands along the inscription, trying to remind myself to be brave like it said. I could almost laugh at myself right now. I was being anything but brave when it came to Jaskier. 

“Could you please calm your nerves down? I can feel them from over here,” a gruff voice said in the distance. Geralt. Of course.

“Sorry to disturb you. Maybe you should move to another new spot, even farther away. Oh yeah, I’ve been meaning to ask. How is Yennefer?”

I didn’t have to have Witcher senses to feel how that comment landed. 

~

Morning came much more quickly than I was hoping it would. It meant today was the day we had to get moving, which meant we would be moving closer to the situation I had been trying to avoid thinking about. The ball. 

I seemed to be the last one awake, and I could feel the energy as soon as I had rubbed the sleepiness from my reluctant eyes. Geralt sad brooding in the corner of our camp, and Jaskier was flitting about getting everyone’s things together. It was easy to see who was excited and who was not. 

“Today is the day, you sad sack of...sadness,” Jaskier vocalized in regards to Geralt. 

“I know. Don’t remind me.”

I almost laughed as I sat up from my spot on the ground. Geralt wasn’t looking forward to this, and truth be told, I wasn’t either. At least part of me wasn’t. The other part couldn’t help being excited in a childlike way. I had never been in a castle before, let alone a ballroom. Although I couldn’t help but feel like I would be out of place, and painfully so. 

“Don’t look so excited, Geralt.” 

“You weren’t there. You don’t know what happened at the last one.”

I winced and realized that he was right. Although Jaskier had told me some of what happened, I was almost certain that he watered down the events of Pavetta’s betrothal ball in doing so. 

The man in question turned to look at me, apparently just now realizing I was awake. 

“There you are! Come on, we are losing daylight!”

“Jaskier, do I even really need to come? Geralt is only going to be your body guard, so I don’t really have a purpose.”

“Don’t be silly. You must come! We couldn’t just leave you by yourself for hours at a time. These things do tend to take a while.”

I rolled my eyes and stood, stretching as I did so. 

“I am a grown up, you know. I can take care of myself. Afraid I might get kidnapped?” 

Jaskier scoffed and continued packing, mostly ignoring my comment. But it was true, I could take care of myself. Geralt had taught me some things with the dagger over the past few weeks, and I felt confident in my abilities. 

“Well if I must go, at least be careful with my dress and things. I’m sure Yennefer paid good money for them.” 

“The witch probably stole them, more like.”

I watched as Jaskier carefully started packing my things, and tried not to cackle when Geralt made a comment about shoving his foot somewhere it didn’t belong in reference to Jaskier. 

Today was going to be quite...something. 

~

Since we had done most of the travelling yesterday, what was left for today didn’t take long. We made it to the castle in no time it seemed. 

Lily and Roach were tied up in the stables, in the same stall actually. I was quite happy that the stable master was willing to do that. They always seemed to enjoy each other’s company. 

I sat in my borrowed room getting ready, and I was assuming that Geralt and Jaskier were in their own rooms doing the same thing. But that thought was at the back of my mind now as I looked at myself in the mirror. Or at least, what I think was myself. I didn’t really recognize the woman staring back at me. 

Yennefer had picked out the most beautiful, elegant, and intricate floor-length ballgown I could ever imagine. It was sleeved as well, with lace adorning them to match the bodice. The skirt was made of layers on layers, it seemed, and with every move I made it swished gently to follow. It was even in my favorite color. I wonder how she knew? I don’t remember telling her...

She had also gotten me some jewelry to match, and the metals and gems complimented my skin tone perfectly. How did she know all this? I had only met her once, and it was very briefly. I would have to thank her for all this later. 

Not long after I had finished getting dressed, jeweled, and made up, a knock sounded at my door. 

“Come in,” I called. 

Jaskier entered in his outfit for the night. It was a dark, silky purple with golden accents along the doublet’s center, and my breath hitched in my throat when I saw him in the reflection of the mirror I sat in front of. 

“You look breathtaking, darling,” he said in a whisper as he approached me. 

Hopefully he didn’t notice the blush creeping up the sides of my neck. I don’t think I would ever get used to his names for me. 

“You don’t look too bad yourself. Compare that to when you fell into the water yesterday and looked like a dying animal, you basically are a different person.”

Jaskier feigned anger, but I could tell he was amused. 

“Do you like your clothes? I made sure to tell Yennefer all your favorite colors and shiny things.”

My heart skipped a beat. He had told her all of that? I didn’t even know that he knew those things about me.

I stood before really thinking about what I was doing, and turned to face him, the shock evident on my face.

“You told her all that? I didn’t know that you knew such trivial facts about me...Thank you.”

He chuckled and ran a hand through his hair. 

“Of course I know. And it was no problem. I had to make sure she didn’t dress you in an unflattering way.”

I tilted my head in thought, almost as a reflex, and it caught his attention. 

“What are you thinking about, (Y/N)?” Jaskier asked me quietly with a crooked smile. 

“I seem to be thinking about everything and nothing at once...but I am mostly wondering how you convinced the people hosting this ball to let me in. Geralt is your security, of course, I get that. But how did you get me in? I’m no one special.”

He was silent for a moment and stared at a spot past me, for almost so long I didn’t think he would reply. But then he did, with an odd look on his face that showed happiness and some other emotion I didn’t recognize. 

“I told them you were my muse. A musician cannot perform without their muse.”

My mouth twitched as if to fall open in shock. but I didn’t let it. I didn’t want him to see how this affected me.

“I’m your what?”

“My muse. You know, inspiration?”

I shook my head furiously, matching the speed at which my heart was beating.

“I know what it means. But why did you tell them that? You couldn’t have come up with a better excuse to get me in here? You didn’t have to lie to them.” 

You couldn’t have come up with a better excuse in order to keep me from getting my hopes up?

He looked at me with a smile. But it was a pained smile. Then for a second, it looked like he might speak. Until Geralt passed by the open door way and told Jaskier it was time to go. The crowd was waiting on him. 

I stood frozen in the same spot I had been in, and I watched them leave. First Geralt, then Jaskier following behind him. At the last second before leaving the doorway, he stopped, placing a hand on the frame. 

Finally he turned to me, and looking over his shoulder, he simply said:

“I didn’t lie.” 

[queenxxxsupreme]

This probably sounds very creepy, but I’m right now thinking of Jaskier in a modern au, and just the thought of him hugging mr close, stroking my hair and telling me everything is going to be okay, during this quarantine is making me feel better! 🥺😭🥰

A/N: Oh no babe this isn’t creepy at all!!! Jaskier would honestly be the most comforting (with Eskel being a close rival) of all the boys and I think he’d give such great hugs! I hope you like this! Also sorry this took so long to get to!

***

The walls vibrated as thunder echoed in the sky above your apartment. 

You had been tossing and turning all night, only to be finally woken up by a loud clap of lightning. That was when you discovered that you were alone in bed. Jaskier wasn’t with you. 

So you got out of bed and ventured out of the room, searching for him. The kitchen was empty, but you found the living room was lit up from the television. 

“I don’t know. I hope they go down. I know Y/N’s been taking it really hard…. No, no. I don’t blame them at all…. I’ve got to be strong for them, I know. Just hard having to be away from you all.” 

Jaskier’s voice was quiet. He was on the phone with someone. 

You crossed your arms tightly over yourself as you moved further into the living room. 

“I know, Geralt…. It isn’t safe to travel…. What if we brought something to Vesemir? I couldn’t stand the thought of being what finally takes that old man out.”

“Is that Geralt?” You spoke without thinking, too exciting to stop yourself from interrupting.

Jaskier turned his head to look at you, bringing his hand up to his chest. 

“Christ, Y/N! You scared me.”

“Sorry.” 

“No, it’s alright, Geralt. Just Y/N.” He spoke into the phone. “Dear, what are you doing up? It’s nearly four in the morning.”

“Hi, Geralt!” You called through the phone, moving to sit on the sofa beside Jaskier. 

“Hello, Y/N.” The witcher greeted. 

You listened and watched as Jaskier ended the call with Geralt, feeling a little bad about having interrupted. 

“If you wanted time to talk to him, you could’ve just told me to go back to bed.” You said.

“No, no, love. That’s not it.” Jaskier shook his head, reaching over to hook his hand around the back of your head and draw you in for a gentle kiss. “It’s late. I should try to sleep and you need to go back to sleep.”

“I wasn’t sleeping. I was throwing myself around on the bed.” You muttered. You watched Jaskier stand up and he held his hand out for you to take. You placed your hand in his and let him pull you to your feet. 

“I know, darling. You kicked me more than Eskel’s gots ever have.” Jaskier wrapped his arm firmly around you, rubbing your side. 

“What did Geralt say?” You looked up at him, curious. “When you said it wasn’t safe to travel?”

“He said that the offer was still on the table for us to come to Kaer Morhen.” 

“That’s where everyone is, isn’t it?” You slipped out of his gold to go around to your side of the bed. 

“Yes. They made it there just before the outbreak. Lambert and Aiden. Geralt, Ciri, and Yennefer. Triss, Zoltan, Eskel, and even Dettlaff and Regis are there.”

You frowned, watching Jaskier climb into bed. 

“And…. and we are the only ones who didn’t go?” 

Jaskier paused after he settled into bed, blue eyes finding you. 

“Y/N, we didn’t have the chance. Everything shut down before we had the money.”

You nodded, looking down at your hands as you chewed on your lip. 

“Darling, don’t be upset about it. We’ll get to see them again.”

“But what if we don’t?” You whispered, your voice cracking. “What if…. Jask, what if–,”

“No.” He cut you off firmly. His hand gently cupped your chin and tilted your face up, making you look at him. “No, Y/N. You are not starting that. We are staying safe. We’re taking every precaution we can and then some. We’ll be okay.” 

You nodded a little and sniffled. Jaskier brushed the tears from your cheeks with his thumb. 

“I love you, dear heart.” He kissed your brow. “Now please, try to sleep.”

You settled down into bed, burying your face in his chest. You curled your arms up between your body and his. 

He brought his hand up to your hair, gently combing his fingers through your locks as he began to hum. 

“I love you, Jask.”

“I love you more, Y/N. I promise you everything will be alright. We just have to give it time.”

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You Need A Nap / Jaskier Imagine

Request: Could we get a fluffy/romantic Jaskier imagine involving early mornings and sleepy forehead kisses, please? 

I am BLUSHING AHHHH <333

Comments, reblogs and requests if you enjoyed are always appreciated!

(Song lyrics taken from here: https://www.reddit.com/r/netflixwitcher/comments/edf2gj/full_lyrics_to_her_sweet_kiss/)

You were surprised to find the bard had stayed the night in this dingy, cold tavern on the outskirts of Vizima. The nearby lake brought a rolling chill through the city’s walls, frosting its fingers over the outskirts of the settlement and placing it’s binding shards of ice against anyone who dared to venture out onto the cobblestone streets while the sun had yet to rage its light and chase the moon away from the sky. Quiet chatter, the rolling of carts and the few cries from the bleary eyed merchants in the Trade Quarter had barely begun to fill the streets yet. Not even the regular bustle of the first crowd of tavern goers below the squeaky, half rotting floorboards has disturbed the two of you yet.

You had thought your beloved would do his usual on easier days like these on your journey. By the time the sunlight would finally dare to cast its honey glow over your eyes, and make your nose scrunch up at its warmth, Jaskier would already be gone. Some days, you would find him bugging Geralt as he tries to brush down Roach in the mud ridden stables, a huge scowl on his face as he only grunts in reply to the Bard’s incessant yammerings. Others, he would be down in the throng of the city, lute swung back over his shoulder as he grins, rallying the crowd with his footwork and silver tongue, winking at any women who desperately tried to grab his eye.

Little did you know, that everything he did was only for you. All the chattering and whining at Jaskier, every word escaping his sharp tongue a praise and longing for you, too afraid to say them to your face and so the Witcher had to bear the brunt of his incessant yearning and the craving ache that ‘was driving him insane, as if someone had left him on the stove for too long and now the heat was pricking at his insides’. (The look of absolute disgust and downright confusion Geralt turned and gave Jaskier when he spoke this was enough to make him turn on his heels and start running). All the chasing of coin, the songs he stayed up composing during the long, harsh nights on the road, when the only solace he could find in the world was your welcoming arms, were of course, all written about you.

Yet here he was, eyelashes fluttering quickly as he began to wake up. You moved your fingers away from where they were brushing along his cheekbones in wonder, instead turning your back to the bard in the hopes you hadn’t been caught watching him sleep. When his mind finally catches up with his body, you feel his chest flex against your back, shivering as he snakes his arm back around your waist. His breath is warm as he hums in contentment and nestles his chin into the back of your neck, cheek settling heavily on the side of your head.

He slowly begins to hum against the side of your ear, and you try to stifle a snort as his starts singing, throat groggy and deep with the remnants of sleep that fog his mind. Yet, his first thought, naturally, was of you, and the only way he could summarise the bliss it brought him as soon as he woke was through song.

‘But the story is this

She’ll destroy with her sweet kiss

Her sweet kiss.’

‘Jaskier, it is too early in the morning for singing, even for a Bard.’

You slightly nudge the foot that had landed coldly onto your own in mock annoyance, trying to ignore the sleepy trail of slow kisses Jaskier had abandoned his singing for. Instead he shakily leant himself onto one elbow, trying not to place his whole weight onto your chest as his nose nudged the bottom of your chin, begging for entrance. 

‘It’s never too early to sing praises to a Deity, Y/n.’

You languidly oblige his wish, allowing his lips to place sloppy, hot, carefree kisses up the side of your cheek, before finally landing against the side of your mouth. It takes a moment before he finally pulls away and lands down on your pillow again, unwilling and completely wrecked after chasing your touch. His hair fans out like starlight, mixing with your own, until the two of you can’t tell where one ends and the other begins. Perhaps, there was no need for such a differentiation anymore. Jaskier certainly thought so. Knew so. You had always been the better part of him, the living embodiment of perfection for him. He knew that his heart resided within you, and if you broke away even for a moment, he would surely remain an empty shell of himself, hollow, empty, always wandering and longing to find his heart again, for all eternity.

‘Her current is pulling you closer

And charging the hot, humid night

The red sky at dawn is giving a warning, you fool

Better stay out of sight.’

He giggles when he finishes his next verse, a surprising sound that awakens you again. He pulls the edge of the bed’s covering up until it reached the tip of your forehead, pulling it out of your grasp and making you shiver at the cold that suddenly seemed to fill the bedroom, pushed away by your lover’s touch. He’s teasing you now, and you can hear him chuckle as you pull at his fingertips and push back the cover until your head had entered it as well. Not used to the sudden darkness anymore, your nose bumps clumsily against Jaskier as you settle yourself further down the bed. You go to pull away, apologising, but his gentle fingers suddenly grasp onto your cheeks and pull you back down to his face. Brushing his nose a few times against your own, his eyes twinkle with gleaming mischief and delight, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he continues.

‘I’m weak my love, and I am wanting

If this is the path I must trudge.’

Finally finishing, he looks expectantly at you from the non existent space that spanned the two of you. Realising that you had closed your eyes again, ready to fall back into slumber due to the warm embrace of your love, he taps a finger against his chin as if in deep thought.

‘Hmm you do not like my singing? Perhaps you are in need of another nap, and I would be more than happy to hold you captive until you oblige.’

You barely have time to open an eye, or make a noise, before one of his legs wraps around your waist, and he’s pulled half the items on the bed with him as he rolls onto you. You push against his chest, laughing brightly, but he’s too busy smiling at the warm, musical sound of your voice that his weight refuses to shift. Instead, you finally give in, tugging gently on his hair as he flops his head back down onto the valley of your chest.

‘I welcome my sentence

Give to you my penance, my love.’

[aliasimagines]

Comfort//Jakier

requested by @dancingwith-thesunflowers

The door swinged open with a loud noise revealing your tall, colorfully dressed boyfriend.

"Honeeey, I'm home!" Jaskier cheered closing the door and taking down his lute that was hanging on his shoulder. You murmured something that sounded like 'hi' from your shared bedroom, which Jaskier surely could hear.

"Babe?" the man called out, his voice a bit louder now. You manged to say "bedroom" loud enough for him to hear, although you weren't sure how.

Soon Jask was in the room, exitedly running his mouth without looking up.

"Oh this was such an amazing night! You should have heard the audience! They loved my songs! I mean why would they? But still, it was awso-" his eyes finally caught the sight of your laid down form. You curled into a ball, lips trembling, eyes watery.

"Darling!?" he exclaims loudly, running across the room to sit next to you. "What's wrong, sweetheart??"

You sniff, weakly gesturing at yourself.

"It's me, Jask. I- I hate myself so much, every time I look in the mirror I see an ugly-"

"Hey! No, I can't let you speak like that, my beautiful little pumpkin pie! No, no, I can't let you do this." you felt him climb next to you. He was laid on his side, facing you. His long fingers brushed out a few locks of hair out of your face. "I love baby, I love every single thing about you. Inside and out! You're so beautiful! I mean you are my beautiful, beautiful muse! Not everybody makes the cut, just saying" you awarded his joke with a weak chuckle.

"Ah, yes! There's that sweet, sweet smile I love so dearly!" he wiped away a tear before peppering you cheeks with kisses. "I am sorry you feel this way. It means I don't tell you hiw great you are enough... I will try harder, I promise."

He whisperes, his lips softly touching yours. His fingers still playing with your hair. You broke into another crying fit and he pulled you up into a sitting position. Jaskier than pulled you close to his chest, not caring if your tears will soak his vibrant colored, flower pattern shirt.

"Shh, it's alright babygirl, let it all out. I am here for you, you're safe. You're so strong and so beautiful, okay? I love you, Y/N."

You only noticed that his skilled fingers were braiding yout hair when you started to calm dow. He kept talking and whispering sweet little things in your ear. You moved your head so you could see his work in the mirror that was behind him.

"No no. No peaking! It's not done yet, sweetheart. You can look when it's finished." he pulled a hair tie off his wrist and put it in your hair while humming some quiet tune. It was enough for you to calm down.

Once he was done he gently pushed you back so he could examine his work.

" Would you look at that?! If it isn't the mighty Queen Y/N! Wow, your excellency, it is an honor to meet you!" he joked, bowing his head. You shook your head but a smile appeared on your lips.

"Shut up, you fool." you punched his shoulder softly. "I.. Thank you, Jask. For always making me feel better."

"That's what I'm here for, m'lady" he said before pulling you into another sweet kiss.

[starshipsofstarlord]

Could I request a Jaskier x female reader where the reader is a princess who during daylight, is condemned to be a bear, after being cursed by an evil sorcerer At night she become a human again. Which the curse can only be broken by a man (who would be Jaskier) who pledges his heart solely to the reader (something like true love’s kiss). Please and thank you!!!

Bruin

jaskier x reader

masterlist

Warnings; mentions of witcher killing, mentions of death and angst, curses, nudity, some fluff, implied smut

“G-Geralt.” Jaskier’s voice shivered, as he saw a great mountain of brunette fur, wading through the long grass, heavy breathing exhibiting from its wet snout. “There’s a bear!”

“If you’re that scared, try to speak quieter.” The Witcher’s speech remained monotone, as he continued walking, leaving the bard to catch up with his hardy footsteps. “We need to leave before nightfall, that is when the true monster is unleashed from the bruin vessel.”

“You kill monsters, we’ll be fine.” The bard waved off, though he was terrified, and Geralt was all but convinced with his dismissal. “We will, won’t we Geralt?”

“It’s bad luck to remain out here at night, it’s an old wives tale, however, no one survives the night out here. Not after the disappearance of the princess of Arafell.” Jaskier remembered that tale, he had even seen the princess at a banquet once when they were both young in age.

Neither of them had the opportunity to converse with one another that evening, it was the night she had ran away. and he certainly had regretted never asking her dance. Before that though, they had often strode through the gardens hand in hand, conversing on the beauty of the petals that veiled around the stems, and she, unlike most people, listened to his descriptive forms of poetry. Back then, he had been shy, and not to mention, she was of sought after royal blood. That evening was the last that anyone from the kingdom had ever been seen, after the slumber of eternity wept over their souls. One thing he severely remembered though, was that she loved dandelions.

The princess had ran away, leaving the king and queen in search of someone that could find her, and thus they hired a private sorcerer to complete their wishes. But instead of seeking out the lost girl, the old man took the gold and the lives of old, wallowing the land in distress that clambered into a delving of madness.

A shout bellowed from the bear, and Jaskier found him to “How long will it be til we reach the borders?”

“The bad luck will loom over us Jaskier, we will not make it out of here in the span of the next countless hours. There will be a moon in the sky, but perhaps we’ll be able to seek out cover in the old guard’s tower.”

“Where are we Geralt?” The brown haired poet feared to be met with the answer “What makes you think that we’ll survive the night?!”

“This is what remains of Arafell.” Stated the white haired hunter, as he continued to plod through the thick foliage beneath his dark boots. He stepped on the dull green life form, not encouraged to pursue any further into the depths as he heard the destination that they were travelling through.

“Arafell, great.” Huffed the irritating bard, clutching his lute as he spoke the haunting name. “There’s no need to be afraid, when you’re in the land of torn bodies, because the witcher is by your side. He’ll slash and dice, protect the mice, from the darkness that falls from above. The people are dead, I am filled with dread, in the land of Ar-afellll.”

“Stop singing.” Whenever there was any fault present in their adventures together, Jaskier had a tendency, wallowing similar like a pie without filling to sing. It shrouded Geralt with epitomised frustration, his betrothed follower sure knew how to pull his strings, it was as though he were a moral lute, a practice run of socialisation for the noble’s son.

“Sorry.” Apologised the traveller, with a shrug encompassed by a spark of coldness affecting his posture. There was a breeze, filled with the pinching of icicles in the air, and it clawed through his clothes, clashing with the meat blanketed warmth of his bones. “It’s just- we’re in bloody Arafell, or what remains of it, and you are so calm. Have you maybe perhaps forgotten what happened here?!”

“No. I was here when it queen Ara and her kingdom fell. And that bear has lurked every inch of these demolished castle lands searching for scraps, and if you cannot tell, it is almost night fall, and she has come up sufficiently short of anything, for all these decades.”

The listener frowned, bears did not live so long. It was a curious prospect, it remained loyal to these grounds, although it was empty. There had to be a reason why, a pattern that supposed why it, or she as Geralt had divulged, remained to lurk in the midst of the overgrown forestry. And then another thought (yes, Jaskier had the ability to do that despite what his protective travel mate may have wondered), hit him, like a bolt of lightning.

“Um, Geralt, where is the bear?” He gulped, hearing the rustling of the thick foliage metres behind them. The moon scourged the sky with its global presence, inducing another shot of ambient fear through Jaskier’s veins. “It was-“

“Shut up a moment.” It was almost impossible half the time to silence Jaskier, but this time, he actually obliged the command. Geralt drew his sword, the one that glistened a predominate silver and was made from the compound, clutching the handle in his vice and skilled grip, as his feet took him closer to the imposter that was imbedded within the weeds.

“Oh.” Jaskier covered his eyes, he couldn’t look as Geralt pointed the weapon at the beasts throat; a whimper escaped it as Geralt took a step back, alerting his companion. “Kill it Geralt, it’s a bear, it’s going to kill us.”

“It was a bear.” Geralt elaborated as he watched the beast transform and lose its course coat of brown fur, turning into a less monstrous beast. It was only a girl, with unruly and wild hair that was matted in all directions, her face contorted into fear. “Of whom are you, my lady?”

“A witcher.” It trailed from her lips as a whisper, her tone alerting Jaskier that it indeed was not a bear, rather it was a woman, laid on the forest ground, in nothing but her own layers of skin. His eyes widened for a moment, until he earned an elbow in the rib from his friend for his long and convicted ogling. “I have only heard legends but...

“You speak english?” Jaskier wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, hinting at his subsequent misunderstanding of the situation. “but you were a bear?!” This was all growing more confusion with each passing second, there were too many angles of the world.

“I’m cursed.” It was an easy consequence to admit, for the lady of the worlds already lived through them. “Each day, I am forced to pad about in the brute body of a bruin, a sorcerer brought by darkness himself to this dimension damned me to this abomination, his name was-“

“Lament.” From hearing that name, the woman on the ground was taken aback as the women, trying to prevail some decency, attempted to cover her breasts with her arms, as she crossed her legs over one another. “Your parents sent me to find you, lady. I came up empty handed in my search for you, there was no trail that I managed to find, nothing that would point in your direction. And that night, as I returned with short of nothing of any news of your whereabouts, Lament was there.”

“He killed them all, didn’t he. My family?” The answer didn’t require any verification from Geralt, the solemn, yet usual expression on the Witcher’s face was all the confirmation that she needed. “Of course he did, he’s a poisonous shadow, when he finds something he wants, he takes away its home, so that it can’t run back to the hearth whence it came from. I regret every running away from home...”

“Wait a moment.” This was all beginning to add up in some mind boggling way. Jaskier flitted his gaze aside for a moment as Geralt pulled a fine blanket from his luggage, knowingly seeing the movement out of the corner of his curious eye that she was pulling the material that conducted warmth over her shoulders, and across her sachet of flaunted skin.

"Shut up Jaskier." Instantaneously stated the bard, whom had returned his cerulean gaze back upon the y/h/c woman, depositing a composition of interest to her form.

"You're the princess of Arafell, aren't you. Y/n, it's you, isn't it?" Y/n's expression was one of shock; how did this man know of her identity? She understood how the witcher did, though with considering he was condemned with the duty of finding her. The brunette man was slightly familiar, and so he revealed why that was. “it’s Julian.” Jaskier held his hand to his chest, almost hurt that you didn’t recognise him, but it had been years, so many, none of which had been kind to you. “My name is Julian Alfred Pankratz.”

“Dandelion!” The reprised title spun from y/n's tongue, remembering the nickname that she had given the now gentleman all those years ago, when he was nothing more than a persisting boy that made her flash an unashamed laughter in the midst of poised quality showrooms of noble gatherings. "I remember you." She dwelled on the fact, if she weren't clothed in only a shrill and frayed blanket that was pebbled with small dots of soil, from where it had been laid on the ground, y/n surely would have jumped up and spun her arms around his 'sexy goose' neck.

"You've got to be kidding me, it is just my luck that the pair of you know each other." Geralt crossed his arms, shaking his sleek silver head, being deprived of attention as he spoke. "Is there any way to get yourself out to get you out of this prospected curse of turning into a bear, y/n?"

"To be betrothed to a man, confirmed with a kiss resonating true love, though, nobody with any sense would put themselves in that position for me, there is no wealth to my name anymore, nor is there relevance with my heritage, for there is nothing that remains, as you have confirmed for me. This man must certainly be one of a kind, for he has to pledge his loyalty solely to me, forbidding himself from ever being with another woman again."

The mention of a lack of sense reminded Geralt of one man in particular, and he was stood right beside him. But it couldn't have been Jaskier, of all people, and- Geralt found himself overcome with dread as the bard stepped forward, crunching his shoed feet into the withered grass, closer to the rediscovered princess.

"I have waited my whole life to see you again." Oh god, here he went, Geralt thought. "When we were younger, I was infatuated with you, and here we are, united again in a union. If my betrothal means nothing then you will remain in this shrine of gloom, but to me, it would mean everything to me."

"Y/N come on, have some sense, it-" There was lack of reason for Geralt to continue speaking, as y/n sprung up, the blanket flowing down from her shoulders, baring her body cold to the crisp air, as her hands clasped both sides of Jaskier's face, and pressed her lips to his.

The witcher cringed, turning away as the pair practically ate the other's face, like starved animals that had been distanced for many years, which in their case was true. "Do you know if the curse is broken, is there any indicator if so?"

A hum fell from y/n's mouth as Jaskier's hand traced the curve of her spine, causing Geralt to scoff. That was the only response he earned, and to a high stake, it disgusted him. "I think I'm just gonna let you two have some time to yourselves, I guess we will see in the morning if you're being mawled by a bear you flippant."

And thus he walked away, leaving the two to pursue their primitive instincts, under the blessed moon, and on the routed curfew on the dark and dead land of Arafell.

[pressedinthepages]

Fair

Fandom: The Witcher

Pairing: Jaskier x Reader

Word Count: 1213

Rating: G  

a/n: I wrote this inspired by the song “Fair” by The Amazing Devil. Super sweet and fluffy. ALSO THANK YOU SO SO SO SO MUCH @owillofthewisps for beta reading and helping me figure out wtf im doing XD this is the first fic i’ve written, here it is on ao3

You’d been traveling for almost a week straight, and have only seen dense forest in all that time. You knew it was safer that way, with more cover and paths to escape, but you missed seeing the stars scattered across the sky. Geralt tended to stick to thickly canopied woods when you weren’t in a town searching for work, and you and Jaskier just followed his lead. But, just as the sun was beginning to set, the three of you broke through the edge of the forest to find yourselves in fields of flowers as far as the eye could see, and clear open skies. The three of you stopped walking, gaping at the beauty of the scene in front of you. Even Jaskier, who had been strumming a quiet, sad melody on his lute, seemingly instinctively began playing lighter and happier. As Geralt moved to turn Roach around to retreat back into the forest, you stopped him. 

“Wait!” you cried, “Do you think we could stay out in this field tonight?” 

He leveled his stony gaze at you, and quirked an eyebrow. “Why?” he asked, “You know it’s better to rest under the cover of the trees.”

Your shoulders dropped, unsure of how to convince him. However, before you could begin to plead your case, Jaskier abruptly stopped playing his lute, and gestured to the great fields. 

“Geralt! You can’t argue that no one would be able to sneak up on us out here, we’d see them for miles,” he exclaimed, shocking you. You knew that he tended to take your side when you and Geralt would argue, even if it was a rare occurrence. However, he seemed especially passionate about spending the night out here. Maybe he was as tired of the same trees as you were.

“ If it would make you feel better, you could rest just inside the treeline, and we could set up a small spot not too far away. I just miss seeing the stars,” you spoke up, barely saying the last part out loud, but both Geralt and Jaskier heard nonetheless. Jaskier gave Geralt a pleading look, and Geralt mumbled incoherently, turning Roach to head into the flowers. You gasped, unconsciously grabbing Jaskier’s hand and pulling him behind you to run into the field. 

As you ran, you could feel the petals and stems of the flowers brush against your legs, gently welcoming you into their home. Geralt abruptly stopped, unceremoniously hopping off of Roach and dropping your packs on the ground, leading the horse back into the forest to collect firewood and set up his own camp. 

The sun was just peeking past the horizon by now, and you began to clear a spot to lay your bedrolls. Once everything was set, you and Jaskier stepped back into the trees to join Geralt for a quick bite to eat, the fire warming the chill that had settled with the setting of the sun. As soon as you finished eating, you scrambled back to your little clearing, neck already craning to the sky, gazing at the infinite speckling of lights, twinkling as though they are welcoming you back to the night. 

You heard Jaskier come up behind you, gently wrapping his arms around your waist. You turned your head to see him gazing at you the same way you had been gazing at the sky. You turned in his grasp, and he grabbed your hand, pulling you into an embrace while beginning to slowly move in a gentle sway. You let out a soft giggle as you realized that he had begun humming the same quiet tune from earlier, providing music for your dance. You gazed up at him, finding his clear blue eyes already on you. At this, Jaskier tripped and stepped on your toes, but you only pulled him back to your embrace, burying your head into his chest. 

Jaskier tried stuttering out an apology, but you shook your head, lightly laughing. “Jask, it’s alright. It’s not as if I haven’t heard you fart and snore,” you teased. 

He smiled at this, and pulled you tighter, wrapping both of his arms around your waist. You threaded your hands through his chestnut hair, thinking to yourself, he’s got so much fucking hair, he’ll be needing a cut soon. As if he could hear your mind begin to wander, Jaskier pulled your attention back to your dance by grabbing your hand and pushing you into a slow twirl, and tugging you back to his embrace. As you fell back into the sway of the rhythm, Jaskier gently caressed the side of your face.

“You know, it’s just not fair,” he stated, more serious than you’d heard him in weeks.

“And what is that, dear heart?” you asked, feeling his thumb lightly brush along your cheek, leaving little goosebumps in its wake.

“Sometimes, it feels as though we are hurtling through time,” Jaskier says. “I just want to slow everything down, so that every moment we have together is one that I’ll be able to remember for the rest of my days.”

You pondered this thought for a moment, worried that he was missing his easy day-to-day life as a viscount. As though he could read your mind, he spoke up.

“Now love, I wouldn’t leave this life just to make it easier,” he reassured. You let out a breath you hadn’t known you were holding, meeting his gaze lovingly. 

“However,” he continued, and you gulped, shifting in place, “if you asked me to, I would lose all of this, let it fly away like petals in a storm, if it were to make you happy.”

As you gazed into his eyes, you felt that you had never before known such love and dedication, and it made tears begin to well in your eyes. “I would never ask that of you, dear. I only want you how you are, and only ask that you do in return.”

You could feel the stars humming and listening, watching as Jaskier smiled down at you, slowly tipping his head down to yours. His lips ghosted over yours before pulling back, but you leaned forward, lips meeting his again as you melted into his arms. Your sweet embrace quickly turned deeper and hungrier, his tongue sweeping into your mouth as you nipped his bottom lip, gaining a sweet moan that was just as beautiful as any song he could write. Jaskier tasted of honey and sunshine, of promises of long sweet days passing slowly by.  As you both pulled away to catch your breath, peering into those eyes that you could never truly get tired of looking into, you knew that Jaskier loved you just as deeply as you loved him.

You stifled a yawn, the exhaustion of travel setting in. Jaskier wordlessly led you to the bedrolls and blankets, glancing back into the woods to see Geralt standing watch, and knew that the Witcher would be there all night, making sure you were both safe. And as you lay back on the blanket, Jaskier holding you, pressing his head between your shoulder blades, you knew that even if you never again saw the stars in the night sky, you would be happy as long as Jaskier was by your side.

[tonbane]

Reposting in hopes that it gets seen and reblogged (I wish Tumblr would fix links already :( )

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[diamondcamefromhell]

Storm

A/N: i’m aliveee bitches! needless to say these past few... weeks? have been rough, due to the virus, I also work at a grocery store so that didnt help either, but i know we all need an escape from this mess and a moment to breathe, so i wrote this little fic. the storm is kinda symbolic, i guess, but make it whatever you will. just know you are not alone, you are supported and its okay to be afraid or anxious. i love you.

also, i dont know if i will post more again or if this is a one off thing, but i will try. and me trying is good enough.

Summary: Jaskier and Y/N have had a sexual relationship for a while, but both of them hope it could become something more. after a big storm hits the pair, emotions and tensions run high.

Warnings: just good ol’ swearing

Word count: 1,788

The clouds gathered above them as her hand gripped the reigns tighter. Anxiety washer over her body as she petted the hazelnut mare with her free hand, trying to calm down the horse; and it turn herself. Thunder rumbled somewhere far away, but she knew it was getting closer.

As if to confirm, the wind picked up, messing up her hair as the horse anxiously neighed.

“It’s okay Roach.” The girl muttered, not feeing the stares bard was throwing her way.

Jaskier, Y/N and Geralt have travelled together for a few weeks now. The bard and the girl have been together, although they never made it official. It was mostly ways to spend the night, instead of being alone.

That awkwardness of it just being sexual stopped the guy from approaching Y/N now, even if he felt her anxiety and wished he was brave enough to ease that burden. But all he did was grip his lute tighter, staring into the woods, wondering what’s taking their witcher friend so long.

The thunder shook the sky again, making Y/N jump, letting go of the reigns. Roach nudged the girl, as if to calm her down as Jaskier sighed.

“It’s just a storm.” He finally spoke, not seeing the glare young woman threw over her shoulder.

“You don’t need to tell me that.” She responded harshly, turning around and looking at Jaskier, who held his ground, meeting the girls gaze. “I’m not scared.”

“You sure look scared.” He mumbled.

“Jaskier.” Y/N warned, crossing her arms over her chest. Her tone made Jask roll his eyes and smirk.

“All I am saying is that it’s okay to be scared.” Before he could finish, the girl put her finger up.

“You told me that it’s just a storm, not this tale you’re telling now.” She gave a quick fake smile, as it happened again, thunder rumbling above them, making the girl flinch ever so little.

“It’s okay.” Jaskier softened his tone, stepping forward and landing his free hand on her shoulder. “Don’t be so scared. It’s just a little rain, nothing compared to the monsters you faced before.”

“I told you bard,” she mumbled, stepping back and slipping away from his hand, “I’m not scared.”

“Alright, alright.” He lifted his hands up in defeat.

They stared at each other as tension began to calm down, making them both break a smile. Jaskier dropped to the ground and Y/N followed suit, sitting close by as the wind messed up their hair. The clouds made the evening darken even more and they both could smell rain; it was coming their way.

Geralt was still in a cave, fighting who knows what. They were just waiting, following his order. Part of Jaskier wished their friend was here, Y/N always acted though around him, so she probably wouldn’t even show her fear in front of him.

The other, much bigger part, however, was glad they were alone and she was allowing herself to be more vulnerable with him. It made him have a slither of hope that their passion could turn into something more.

Y/N was staring at the young bard, wondering what he was thinking about. She hated how she couldn’t hide her anxiety, not in front of him. She told herself that all he is its just a stupid womanizer who will shatter her heart as soon as a pretty lady walks by.

She had to keep her walls high so he wouldn’t shatter her entire kingdom.

“You know,” Jaskier spoke, looking at the girl, noticing how pretty she looks when wind messes with her hair, “I used to hate storms.”

“Why is that?” Y/N asked, although she didn’t really care, or believe him, for that matter. She felt like he was trying to make her feel better about her own worries.

“It holds such power of destruction, and we are so weak against it.” Jaskier leans back, resting on his elbows, closing his eyes, listening to the wind whistle. “Not even Geralt could fight off a storm.”

“Thanks.” Y/N muttered as a chill creeped up her spine. The bard shot his eyes open, grinning.

“But.” He spoke again, as the girl gazed ahead. “Why fear what we cannot control.”

“Because common sense?” She scoffed, rolling her eyes at the bard.

“Our fear wont stop it from happening. It will come at take what it wants.” Jaskier shruged, sitting upright, reaching towards Y/N with his hand, landing it on her knee. “But it never takes everything. I learnt to cherish what it leaves behind. There is beauty in a mess.”

“How poetic.” Y/N grinned, glancing at the bard. “There is no beauty in pain.”

“There is no life in fear.” He argued back, squeezing her knee. “People fear too many things. Storms, death… love.”

“Love?” Girl grimaced at the last point looking at Jaskier. She herself feared love, not that she would ever admit it. It didn’t cross her mind that it was common fear.

“Love is a beautiful mess.” Jaskier claimed, scooting closer to Y/N as thunder grew louder. The girl shook her head as his hand went from her knee to around her waist.

“Who would want love if it’s a mess.” She mumbled, leaning against Jaskier chest, shielding herself from the wind that has intensified now.

“Because it’s beautiful.” Jaskier says again.

“Right.”

The silence settles between them for a bit. It is comfortable as Y/N focuses on his heartbeat, trying to drown out the thunder, but it fails as the storm get’s closer and a few raindrops fall on them.

Roach anxiously kicks the dirt as the pair sits upright. There is no shelter nearby, but neither of them wanted to get soaked. The only place they could go was the cave Geralt was in, and the witcher made it clear that he will kill them if they go in.

With Y/N taking Roaches reigns in her hands, they headed towards it anyways. They argued that they wont go in deep, just to avoid the rain. Just as they got near the entrance, the wind has picked up even more, unforgivingly throwing rain in their face.

They rushed in, already pretty soaked, even guiding the horse in. She didn’t like caves, but rain probably bothered the mare more, as she didn’t hesitate or show any restraint against the shelter it provided.

The humans dropped to their feet, both shaking a little from the cold. The wind whizzed around them as thunder seemed to shake the ground. With each hit, Y/N grew more and more anxious and it became pretty obvious that she as, in fact, scared.

Jaskier crawled closer to the girl, wrapping his hands around her and pulling her shaking body closer to himself, trying to calm her down.

“We will be fine.” He promised, although the thundering made him uneasy too.

They sat there, silently, holding onto each other, praying for the storm to pass. But it seemed to mock them, thundering louder and louder, lighting blinding them every few seconds, scaring Roach and in turn them too.

It felt like the world was about to end, as the walls rumbled.

“This fucking cave will fall on us.” Y/N said, with her eyes closer, gripping onto Jaskier, who anxiously glanced around.

“Don’t be silly.” He finally managed to respond, making sure his voice doesn’t shake.

“We will die.” Y/N voice broke, as she gripped the boy tighter, who’s hands in turn hugged her more too.

“We will not.” This time he didn’t need to try, he was sure of it. His voice didn’t even waver, as Y/N pulled back, looking at the bard.

“Not all storms pass.” Her voice shook this time, as they locked eyes. “Maybe we’ll become a beautiful mess.”

“We’re already a mess.” Jaskier tried to joke, but the lighting lit up their faces, and neither could hide the fear in their eyes. “We will be fine.”

“If we’re not…” Before Y/N could finish, Jaskier shook his head.

“Save it.” Tears escaped the girls eyes, as she pulled him closer.

“We’re a beautiful mess, Jaskier.” She whispered in his ear, making himself tear up too.

Roach neighs anxiously as other strike of lighting and thunder shakes the cave walls. There is a moment of silence and the pair pull away from each other.

The thunder doesn’t come back. Neither does the lighting.

They can still hear the rain violently hitting the ground, they can hear the wind whistle. But the walls stopped shaking.

“Did it…” Y/N stops, too scared to jinx it. Fear wraps around her body as both of them hold their breath for a moment.

“It passed.” Jaskier finally says, standing up. His knees shake a little as he goes to the outside. Thunder rumbles again, but it’s further away. He sees the lighting strike again too, but it’s moving away.

“We lived.” Y/N says in disbelief, standing up. They both stare at the lighting as it moves away from them. Overwhelmed with emotions, the girl runs outside as the rain drenches her, her laughs echo.

“The storm passed.” Jaskier also doesn’t hide his joy, rushing outside into the rain, as it showers them both, but neither of them care. Not anymore.

And in that moment, with both of them wet from head to toe, with wind violently punching them, Y/N understood. This was a beautiful mess. This was what the storm left them. This was the moment they could breathe again.

She looks at the bard now, who’s grey eyes remind her of the storm clouds. Y/N thinks about his hand on her waist, pulling her in, holding her as she shook from fear. Their eyes meet now, no fear in sight, and her heart beats faster.

“Jaskier.” She calls out, as the bard comes closer to her.

“Y/N.” He says, smile paining across his lips.

“What I wanted to tell you, is that well.”  She clears her throat, smiling softly. “I am scared of love.”

“Okay.” His face grows more serious, as he takes her hands in his, but before he can say anything, the girl continues.

“But if you hold me… maybe I wont be afraid anymore.” She shakes her head. “No. I know I wont be afraid anymore.”

“So you are saying…” Y/N rolls her eyes, landing her hand on Jaskier neck pulling him for a kiss.

“What I am saying is, I want you to hold me not only at night, Jaskier.” She whispers. “I want you to hold me and never let go. That way, I wont have to fear anything.”

“Being afraid is okay.” He whispers back, however pulling her closer.

“I know poet.” Jaskier grins at her words. “But I’d rather face it with you.”

[spencer-reid-in-a-pool]

Three’s a Crowd

Summary: When Geralt leaves you and Jaskier behind to go hunt, you are pulled into spending the day in town with Jaskier. Fluff and mischief ensues. 

Warnings: None!

Pairings: Jaskier x genderless reader *(see A/N)

Square Filled: Kissed to keep quiet

Word Count: 2,595

A/N: Here is my second submission for the 2021 Witcher Bingo! @thewitcherbingo While this is a genderless reader fic, there is a scene involving the reader with jewelry, so that could be seen as “feminine” if you really squint. Of course, boys and theys can wear jewelry too! Also, thank you to @toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account​ for letting me use a hilarious phrase they came up with! 

Tags: @ayyyyitswednesdaymydoods @blackjay04 @mxsmwndr @bravelittlesunflower @weaselbee04

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Truth be told, I was glad when I realized Geralt had left without us. Were my feelings hurt? A little. But I forgot about it when I realized it meant I got to sleep in. 

However, I was only a few minutes into my next bout of sleep when the door to my room came crashing open. 

“(Y/N)!” the cause of the commotion yelled. Jaskier. 

I didn’t even open my eyes. I should have known this would happen. Sleeping in? Never heard of it. 

“What?” I snapped. 

The door closed and I heard footsteps coming closer. Then all of a sudden, the covers were yanked off my body and I felt his rough hands shaking me. 

“Geralt left without us! Can you believe him?”

My eyes shot open and I pulled the covers back over. But not before glaring at Jaskier, who looked genuinely concerned about the whole thing. 

“Yes, actually, I can believe him. And I was trying to sleep in. Do you mind?” 

Jaskier scoffed and took a few steps back, raising his hands in an apology. 

“Fine, fine. I see that I am more worked up about it than you are. Although normally it is just me that you two tend to leave behind,” he said, a bit of a sad look gracing his features. But in a split second it was gone and replaced with a much happier one. A mischievous one. Oh no. 

“Come on, let’s go find something to do! I cannot simply sit in this dusty old inn, wasting away as the hours go by,” said Jaskier as he fell onto the foot of my bed dramatically. “I am far too beautiful and talented for that.”

I sighed. “If I come with you, will you be quiet?”

“Absolutely not.”

Well, at least he was honest. 

~

The town was far more active than I expected it to be at this time of day. I wonder what there was to do. 

Currently, I trailed behind Jaskier through the groups of people crowding around the shops and stalls in the market. At least he was easy to spot with his lute strapped to his back. 

“Jaskier,” I called to him. I didn’t think he would hear me, but he stopped and turned to look for me. 

Once I caught up, I huffed and said, “Do you honestly carry that thing everywhere we go?”

He gave me a look as if to tell me I was insane.

“Of course! You never know when musical inspiration might strike.” 

I rolled my eyes, but honestly it was one of my favorite things about him. His antics never failed to make me laugh. 

“So do you have a plan for us, or are we to wander aimlessly through the town square?”

“Does this not suit you, my friend? Oh please, do tell me what sits so heavily on your heart!” Jaskier announced dramatically. 

I laughed and he smiled back at me. How childish. 

“Fine. I want to find some food. Lead the way, lute boy.” 

Jaskier gasped indignantly. But there was a twinkle in his eye that let me know he was happy. We often played this type of game with each other. Feigning annoyance or being dramatic or something of the sort to make the other laugh. It was almost a contest, although there was never a clear winner. Simply spending time with the other was enough. 

“Anything for Your Majesty,” Jaskier declared with a bow.

~

Eventually we came to a stall that looked to be selling sweets. The colors and textures of the food caught my eye from afar, and as soon as I saw it I grabbed the sleeve of Jaskier’s doublet to pull him over. 

“Oi, this was very expensive you know. Try not to rip it, hmm?”

Ignoring his comment, I continued to pull him over until we were in front of it. 

“Ohh, I see. Finally found something you’d like? I knew you would come around.”

I let go of his sleeve and he turned to the man selling the sweets. 

“How much are your goods, fair merchant?”

While Jaskier talked to the man, I looked around at other stalls in the area. A jeweler’s stand caught my eye next. I knew anything over there would be too expensive, but I wanted to look anyway. 

As I turned back to Jaskier, he had bought both of us a piece of candy from the man, and I took mine from him with a smile. 

“Thank you, Jaskier. You didn’t have to pay for mine.”

He unwrapped his candy quickly, and glanced at me with that crooked smile that makes women and men alike weak in the knees. 

“I wanted to. Now- where to next?”

My eyes betrayed my mind, settling on the jewelry that I knew would be too expensive to even consider purchasing. 

Jaskier followed my gaze across the square to the bits and baubles I was focused on, and a forlorn look fell onto his face. 

“Darling, I don’t mean to put a damper on things, but I can smell how expensive that place is all the way over here.” 

I sighed and looked up at him. 

“I know, but I just want to look. Can we, please?”

His face softened, and he gave me a small nod to signal it was okay. I didn’t even try to hide my happiness when I grabbed his hand and pulled him around the square for the second time today. Not once did he complain, which I felt very undeserving of. 

I realized how large his hand was in mine, and I truly couldn’t remember if I had ever touched him in this way before. Of course, I had imagined it countless times. It felt nice. 

I think that both of us knew we were crazy about the other. We were both just too scared to say anything. Or maybe we were just comfortable with the way things were, without a label. 

Either way, I couldn’t suppress the tingling feeling in my fingers as I let go of his hand when we made it to our destination. And gods, it didn’t live up to any expectation I had formed in the past few minutes of wondering. 

There were rows upon rows of every kind of jewelry you could imagine. Necklaces, rings, bracelets, barrettes, brooches... there were simply too many to name. Numerous golds and silvers alike glistened in the afternoon sunlight, enough to take your breath away if you weren’t careful. 

“Wow,” Jaskier breathed next to me. 

“I think this shop is worth more than both of our lives put together. Especially yours,” I murmured so only he could hear. 

“I- what does that even mean?”

Before I could comment something smart back, the lady caught us in her sight and came over with a smile plastered across her face, ready to try and sell us something. 

“How can I help you two today?”

Jaskier and I glanced at each other, not sure of what to tell her. 

“Uh, we’re just looking for now. Thank you though,” I said in a bit of a hurry. 

She seemed content with that, nodding slightly and then walking away to help someone else who would probably actually buy something. 

Once more I couldn’t help but stare at all the rows in front of me. I think I could look at them forever, imagining myself wearing all the pieces to some fancy ball or banquet. 

The only thing to drag me out of my thoughts was a small, timid tug on my sleeve. I turned and saw Jaskier looking at me. But he wasn’t really looking directly at me. His mind seemed to be elsewhere. 

“We should go,” he said in a low tone. 

“What? What’s wrong? Five more minutes. Let me dream a bit longer.”

He looked over me and around me before looking behind himself. 

“No, I think we should really go, okay?”

“You’re acting weird, Jaskier. What’s got your doublet in a knot?”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the merchant woman walk towards us once more. Everything seemed fine until Jaskier turned to see what I was looking at, and then the woman seemed a lot less friendly. 

“Hey!” she yelled loudly, drawing attention to us. 

My eyes widened and I looked at Jaskier, who was now stock still next to me. It was then I noticed that a gold chain was dangling out of his pocket that wasn’t there before. 

“Shit,” he hissed. 

Without another word he grabbed my hand, and we took off running. We weren’t the only ones however. Behind us, I heard thundering footsteps and the sound of metal on metal. The guards were after us. 

“Jaskier, did you really swipe something off that woman’s stall?”

He turned over his shoulder slightly to look at me as we ran, but didn’t say anything. Maybe I was crazy, but there was a hint of a smile on his lips. 

He had a death grip on my hand, and it didn’t let up as we ran through the streets taking twists and turns trying to lose the guards behind us. It was exhilarating, to be honest. So much so, that a laugh bubbled inside me and burst out before I could stop it. 

“You’re crazy!” I yelled to Jaskier over all the noise and the rush of the wind. 

He chuckled breathlessly, exhausted from the sudden sprint we had started. 

“Just keep running! And don’t let go of my hand- I don’t want to get separated.”

I smiled to myself and looked down at the ground where my feet met the dirt in a rhythmic sort of way. And once again, I laughed. Only this time, Jaskier laughed with me, out of breath and unashamed. Running this way with him, hand in hand, was freeing. I felt so alive. I didn’t care where he was leading me- wherever it was, I would follow. 

Jaskier pulled me around one last turn, and then into an alley. The guards were significantly farther behind us now. Even so, we cowered into a dark corner of the alley, and tried to catch our breath. However, when we looked at each other, a fit of giggles overtook us both. 

“That was..”

“That was-”

We both spoke at the same time and stopped at the same time, causing us to giggle once more. My chest and stomach were aching from the lack of air, but it was a small price to pay for how happy and carefree I felt right now. 

“So, what in the gods names did you take, Jaskier? And why?”

His smile fell a bit before he dug into his pocket where I had seen the gold chain earlier. But before he could get it all the way out, a familiar sound of thundering footsteps began to get closer. 

“Shit,” Jaskier hissed, shoving the chain back down into his pocket like before. 

He suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled me farther into the corner, but there wasn’t much room left. 

“Jaskier, we’re gonna get caught!” I whispered. 

His eyes scanned the area frantically and then came back to settle on me. By the sounds of it, the guards would be on us any minute now, and we would be caught. 

In a split second, his mouth fell open a bit and he looked as though he had an idea. Without saying anything, he reached up and pulled the hood of my cloak up on my head, before shedding his doublet, leaving him only in his white undershirt. He threw his doublet into a passing carriage, and grabbed me roughly by the shoulders before turning me around and placing me roughly against the cold, stone wall. 

“Jaskier, what the f-”

Right as the guards rounded the corner, Jaskier shoved his face onto mine and kissed me feverishly, pushing his body against mine until my back hurt against the hard wall behind me. Needless to say, it threw me off a bit, especially when he pulled my hood to the side so that it shielded both of our faces from the guards who were now running directly past us, paying us absolutely no mind. 

Only when the sound of their feet faded into the distance did he pull away, eyes wild and hair sticking up in every direction imaginable. The only sounds that could be heard now were our heavy breaths, though we were still so close together it could have easily been mistaken as just one. 

“Um, Jaskier...”

“I’m sorry,” he croaked in a hushed whisper. 

“Uh, well, actually. I think the guards are coming back. Don’t you hear them?”

For a second, a look of utter confusion overtook his face. But almost as soon as it had come, a devilish grin replaced it. 

“Actually yeah, they’re quite loud, aren’t they? Just to be safe...”

This time, both of us met each others lips at the same time, and it was much more pleasant than the first one. Our mouths moved in sync, in perfect harmony, as they had meant to all this time. His hands came up to hold the sides of my face tenderly, causing my hood to slip away and a rush of cold air to make me shiver. However, as soon as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders to bring him closer, the coldness was replaced by warmth, and I smiled into the kiss. Not once did he break from his aggressive, almost hungry kisses, and neither did I. We had both wanted this for so long, and neither of us wanted it to end. 

Unfortunately, I had to pull away for air, so I begrudgingly stopped kissing him. But that didn’t stop him. He continued kissing me, on my cheeks, down my neck, and finally on my forehead, one last, gentle time. 

“Why hadn’t we done this before now?” I gasped. 

“Well,” he said in between kisses down my neck and face, “Geralt is usually around and...”

He stopped to place a gentle, final kiss on my lips, much different from the desperate ones before. 

“Three’s a crowd after all.” 

I smiled dumbly at him, still panting, and he mirrored my euphoria. 

“Oh, right,” he muttered, pulling out the chain from his pocket. 

“I got this for you.”

He reached out to me, danging a gold chain off his fingers. It was decorated with my favorite stones and colors, and it almost brought a tear to my eye. He remembered my favorite things?

“Jaskier, you stole that for me?”

He opened and closed his mouth several times before scratching the back of his neck. 

“Uh, yes? I just- I saw how badly you wanted something from there and I couldn’t help but imagine how beautiful this would look on you. Before I knew it, I had it in my hands and was making to put it away.”

Rolling my eyes, I gave him a laugh and took it gently from him. 

“Thank you so much. Truly... it’s wonderful.” 

Jaskier smiled shyly at me, not at all matching the fierceness I had seen on him moments ago. 

“Shame about your doublet though. I seem to remember you saying it was quite expensive.”

He chuckled and kicked at the dirt, flipping his hair out of his eyes. 

“Yeah, well, there will be others. Now, let’s go. We probably shouldn’t hang around here.” 

I smiled before placing the necklace around my neck, making sure it was covered by my clothing. 

“Lead the way, lute boy.”

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Thunder rumbled in the dark clouds above. Every now and then, a flash of lightning would light up the small clearing. 

You winced as you pushed a little too hard on the wound on your forearm. 

Your group was attacked by a clan of rogue soldiers. You managed to fend them off and slaughter those who refused to leave, but that wasn’t without a few injuries. 

You sat on an overturned tree, tending to a cut on your forearm and your palm. It was a difficult task but you couldn’t ask Jaskier for help just yet. He was still coming back from whatever trance he’d fallen into after the fight. 

Violence affected him differently than it did most people. He could handle it, but the blood and the gore upset him. He was a bright soul, one who just wanted to have fun and make friends. He didn’t like killing people, but when it came down to the lives of his loved once, the bard would fight tooth and nail. 

The tree you sat on moved a little and you looked over to see Jaskier sitting next to you. Your eyes met his and you offered him a tiny smile. You were exhausted and could barely bring yourself to give him a proper smile. 

He said nothing, which was very uncharacteristic of the bard. He was a chatty man. 

“You’re being awfully quiet.” You teased. You wrapped a bandage around your forearm. 

He opened his mouth to speak but his breath caught in his throat and he hiccuped. You turned to see if he was alright when he suddenly hugged you.

“I thought I was going to lose you.” He squeezed you tightly. “I-I looked and saw you with a blade-a damned blade to your throat.”

“I’m okay, Jask.” You assured him, rubbing his back and kiss the side of his head. 

“I can’t-I fucking can’t even breathe. The thought of losing you-,”

“You aren’t going to lose me, darling.” You cut him off, pulling away so you could look at him properly. His cheeks were red and stained with tears. You carefully brushed them away. 

“I love you.” Jaskier took your hand and kissed the back of it, then kissed your knuckles. “I love you. So fucking much. I-I can’t lose you.”

You paused for a moment, heart racing. 

“There’s no need for tears, my love.” You leaned forward to lightly kiss his lips. “I’m here. I love you. I’m not going anywhere.”

He nodded and sniffled, eyes trailing down to your hand in his. He chuckled a little. 

“I didn’t…. I didn’t want to tell you like this. I had this extravagant plan in mind. There were doves and an ice statue.”

You laughed a little. 

“I’m sure it was an amazing idea.”

Something in the woods behind you rustled. Jaskier tensed up, preparing for another fight. But he breathed out a sigh of relief when Geralt emerged from the trees. The witcher carried a stack of firewood in his arms. 

When he saw that both you and Jaskier were staring at him, he stopped in his tracks. 

“What?”

“You just interrupted a very sweet moment.” Jaskier sighed teasingly. You rolled your eyes. 

“Help me wrap my hand so I can help Geralt get the fire going. That way, we can all go to sleep sooner.” You handed Jaskier the roll of bandages.

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