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The Lone Wolf’s Mate

Author’s note: The quarantine has made me do something I’ve never thought about doing... write a fanfic. There are so many incredible fanfic writers out there and it’s almost offensive for me to think I should put my gibberish anywhere near their beautiful masterpieces. That being said please go easy on me... my heart is quite soft. (First ever fic lol) 

Y/N had been traveling on her own since she turned old enough for her father to tell her it was time to leave the house. From a young age, the girl had quite the knack for selling and trading. Y/N knew how to make a deal. So, near her 18th birthday, she decided not to look for a spouse but to set out on the life of a traveler. Unfortunately, she had no accompanist, but she didn’t mind she had always been a lone wolf type. Though if she was honest with herself, her guilty pleasure was picturing herself belonging to a group or person. Y/N had been a nomad for years and really just wanted someone to share her stories with. It’s easier for a person to lose memories when they are the only ones holding onto them.

The Gods above must have heard her prayers. Y/N was on her way to the market in the town she was currently staying at. She had items she picked up along the way that she needed to pass along to someone else. That’s when fate stepped in, and who was fate? Fate was a bard dressed in finer clothes then Y/N had seen some noblewomen wear.

Jaskier was tempting fate when he was walking too close to Geralt which opted the bigger man to push the young lad out of his space. Jaskier not being the most stable of men tripped over his own feet falling into a smaller softer body. When Y/N had opened her eyes, which she had childishly closed due to impact, she came face to face with the blue-eyed man. He had a kind face one that she may be too easily could trust. Cheekbones that she couldn’t help but envy and lips that embarrassingly were tempting. And moving very fast which she realized were saying something that she had not been paying attention to.

“Are you alright? I am terribly sorry” Jaskier said concern and worry feeling up his mind. He was too focused on making sure she was okay that he had forgotten that his body was trapping hers on the ground of a busy road. “Jaskier get off of her.” Geralt said pulling him by his collar.

Once the man had pushed himself off the ground, he extended a hand to the girl still on the ground. It was then that Y/N had realized she had yet said anything. When she was on her feet and back, in reality, she noticed a pain in her right side. The girl realized that she had landed on the now crushed mirror she held in her bag. A piece of the glass must have cut through the fabric of the bag and her dress. There was a dark crimson patch starting to appear on the side.

“Oh god. Here come with me I can fix that.” Jaskier grasped Y/N’s hand pulling her in the opposite direction of where she was going. The man did not even take the time to let his friend in on his plan. He just started pushing past people making his way back to the inn he had stayed the previous night. The girl had remained silent all the way until they had reached the door to what looked like the bathhouse when she pulled away from him.

“I’m not going in there with you.” She started putting distance between them. “Excellent you speak!” ignoring her protest “Honestly I was beginning to assume you were mute. “the man pushed the door open revealing one of the nicest baths she had ever seen. From the look of it, the entire Inn was twice the more extravagant than any place she had stayed at.

Her curiosity got the better of her as she stepped closer to the door frame. The man was already in the room rummaging through drawers pulling out ointments and clothes.

“You’re going to need to remove your outer layer,” Jaskier informs while plunging a cloth into a bucket of water.

“And why would I need that?” She asked and despite her lack of trust, she stepped closer into the room.

“Listen. From the look of that stain, you are going to want to clean that cut.  Trust me, I just want to help.” Jaskier had stopped looking around for stuff and looked the girl straight in the eyes.

Despite her brain screaming at her to second think the action she placed her bag on the floor and began reaching behind to her laces. Only stopping when a sear of pain shot through her side causing her to cry out. Jaskier stepped closer to her, worry filling his eyes. “Is it okay if I help you?” He said standing just a foot from her. not trusting her voice, she gently nodded her head.

The man moved behind her and even though he had been atop of her a few moments earlier this still felt way more intimate. Y/N could feel the pressure of his hands while they made work of her laces. Her heart racing from both the pain and closeness. She had no idea what was going on with her. She had been much closer to men before and in much more compromising positions but something about him made her feel shy. Worried that if she made the wrong move or said the wrong thing the kindness in his eyes would disappear and maliciousness would replace it.  

When Y/N was left in only her undergarments Jaskier moved the girl to a table where she could layback on. Pushing up her undershirt he began cleaning the wound area. Despite being almost naked in front of the man his eyes were only focused on the task at hand. He worked as though he had done this several times before. Y/N began to wonder if maybe the Witcher she had seen with often needed his skills.

Her mind was too focused on the narration she was giving him to even recognize the pain or the fact that he was finished.

“All done, and again I apologize for everything,” Jaskier said still standing close to her.

“Thank you.” Was managed to say mentally punishing herself for being at such a loss for words. He gave her a small smile which she returned.

“Forgive me, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Jaskier.” Y/N knew at that moment she was going to hold onto that name.

“Y/N, and uh thanks for helping me.” The girl said annoyingly she knew her cheeks were bright red.

“No, it was my duty to help you. I did cause the mess.” He began to ramble “I still feel awful about the whole thing so really this is the least I could do.” Jaskier was searching for his mind to think of anything else he could do to make up for the pain he had caused her. “That mirror was it important?”  he asked “No. I was going to sell it.” She said which for some reason still made Jaskier fell bad for the accident.  He thought for a second and an idea came into his mind. “Well, I’ll pay you back for it! I’m playing tonight here and I’m sure I’ll make double what the mirror would have made you. You can have all if you come tonight.” Jaskier really did want to make things right but also a more selfish part of him really just wanted to see the girl again.  

“I was supposed to leave tonight. I no longer have a place to stay.” “That’s alright. Stay here! We have two rooms and Geralt surely won't mind doubling up for one night.” Jaskier pleaded “Plus you probably should rest a day before you began to travel.”

Y/N was silent. Thinking of all the reasons why she should not accept his offer. Despite the hundred reasons not to she agreed if only to selfishly see the young man again.