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Valentine’s Day Headcanon: Could I request some Valentine’s Day headcanons where the reader has never celebrated Valentine’s Day before, and they’re very self conscious about themselves, so Jaskier makes sure that he gives the reader (who is in love with Jaskier) the most romantic day for their first Valentine’s Day, please? 💕🥺 Thanks so much!!

Hey there, Alexandra! Thanks so much for requesting, you know how much I love writing for Jaskier. Hope you like this and that you’re having a good week!

JASKIER SURPRISING YOU FOR VALENTINE’S DAY

Your relationship with Jaskier was... complicated

You were certainly very close, but you could never tell in which way

Were you friends? Were you a little more than that?

Was he willing to date you or just have fun with no strings attached?

The two of you felt a bit embarrassed, too much to talk about it

Until Valentine’s Day came, and then everything changed

Jaskier knew you could be insecure at times, and he hated it

He saw so much good in you, so many great things about you

You were absolutely stunning in his eyes, inside and out

Your personality was charming and intoxicating, he adored it

Jaskier just loved spending time with you, you were so fun to be with

And he also loved your smile, the way your eyes shone when you laughed

Even hearing you while you passionately spoke about something

Naturally, all this made him want to make you feel good about yourself

And Valentine’s Day was the perfect opportunity to do so

To confess how much he loved you and hopefully help you see things

To hopefully manage to make him see yourself how he saw you

It was hard giving you a surprise since you were both pretty busy

But Jaskier managed to fill your room with rose petals and mood lighting

Aromatic candles (with a scent he knew you adored) filled the room

Giving it a romantic lighting that sunk the room in a comforting warmth

He also managed to get you your favorite food and drink

Not only that, he was planning on giving you a massage to help you relax

When you finally arrived, he was waiting there for you

Wearing his best garments and looking as handsome as ever

You gasped when you saw the room, the rose petals and candles

“Surprise, love, happy Valentine’s Day!” He grinned

“Jaskier.... What... What is this?” 

“My way of showing you how much you mean to me”

“What are you talking about?” “I adore you, Y/N, I want to be with you”

You weren’t sure if he was asking you what you thought he was

What you so desperately wanted him to ask you, to start dating

“I don’t know what to say... you did all this for me and...” 

“Well, you can certainly thank me, I think I earned it” 

He was still smiling, and you chuckled when he moved

Jaskier pointed to his cheek, which you gladly kissed

You were about to pull away when he held you by the waist

Jaskier pressed you against him, keeping you close

Your eyes met, and his were filled with absolute adoration

“Can I kiss you now?” He asked, and you vehemently nodded

Your voice had left you, and all the more so when he actually kissed you

When your lips touched, you felt like you were in heaven, it was wonderful

You let out a dreamy sigh, making him smirk and laugh

“And this is only the beginning, my love” Jaskier winked at you

“We can do whatever you want today, but I do have some things planned”

So you spent the day together, eating and talking and laughing

Cuddling and kissing and touching and just... being together

Finally being together romantically, as a couple, like you wanted

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[a-kind-of-merry-war]

While we’re still on the topic of “Cursed British TV” 👀

We ALSO have an EXCLUSIVE SNEAK PREVIEW of Julian Alfred Pankratz/Jaskier in season two!!

AU where Jaskier gets turned into a bird but it’s this so Geralt just fuckin’ leaves him in the woods

[laurelnose]

Hey! If it’s okay, can I please request an art prompt with Priscilla and Netflix!Jaskier or Dandelion? Thanks so much! 💜

my ideal Dandy/Priss dynamic is that couple that considers ogling people to be a team sport

[writerdream22]

ambra's 400 followers celebration 🎊🎉🎊

requested by: @bravelittlesunflower, I sincerely hope you like this ✨🌻💛

moodboard pairing: rhian thomas (OC, healer) x jaskier

disclaimer: none of these photos belong to me, and I don't intend to plagiarize anyone's works

“Uhhhh, what are you doing?”

“I'm hunting, Jas. Can't you see?”

“You shouldn't do this. It's dangerous”

“I've been hunting my whole life. Since Geralt is not here and he can't to this for me, do you want to do it?”

“Actually, I'll leave you to it my love. I'll just— I'll stay here, quietly”

[swanimagines]

Hey! If it’s okay. Can I please request Your Song by Elton John with Laurie Laurence? Thanks so much!!

It's a little bit funny, this feelin' inside / I'm not one of those who can easily hide / I don't have much money, but boy, if I did / I'd buy a big house where we both could live 

@bravelittlesunflower

Fandom: Little Women

Word count: 315

A/N: I hope you like it Alexandra!

You had loved Laurie ever since you were just teenagers - that bubbly feeling inside you when he looked at you, smiled at you, kissed the back of your hand. He was from a rich family, and you weren’t that rich - that might make someone think you were just after his money, but you really wanted to make your effort on your relationship. You would have been ready to buy a house for you, treat him like a king, if you had enough money.

Laurie took you as you were. He treasured your kind soul, he loved to hear you laugh, he didn’t care about your social status. He only cared for you, and who cares if he’s looked at in a bad way when he marries someone who’s not rich like him? He was ready to take all the lectures about it if needed, but nothing could change his feelings towards you. You had always made him smile and for the first time ever, fall in love.

He proposed you at the beach - where he had been spending a day with the March siblings. He had literally bumped into you, and it took just a few words, and he felt himself falling for you already. He saw it from your clothes that you were poor, penniless even, but he had already been lost in you.

So he made an attempt to find you again, and when he found you, he told you he wanted to get to know you better. You didn’t know if he was joking, that cute boy from the beach you had been staring in awe wanted to know you, take you on a date? You weren’t sure if it was even real. But it was real, and now, years later, you were engaged to Laurie Laurence - the boy had grown to man, and he was all you could ever ask for.

Tags: @bravelittlesunflower​

[jaskierswolf]

Soft Headcanons: Geralt letting Jaskier braid his hair, and make flower crowns for him 🥰 Also Jaskier and Priscilla sharing clothes and shoes 🥰

Geralt letting Jaskier braid his hair is so important to me!! It helps settle Jaskier’s urge to fidget when Geralt needs quiet and he can’t play his lute. Also plot twist! Jaskier grows out his hair so that Geralt can learn for himself how relaxing braiding hair can be. By the time they have Ciri with them, both bard and witcher are very proficient in very intricate braids. They sit in a circle and braid each others hair in the evenings. It relaxes them all before bed and keeps their hair from getting tattered as they sleep. Also Jaskier and Priscilla absolutely share clothes!! Priscilla enjoys not being treated as less when she’s dressed as a boy and Jaskier adores the softer silk her clothes are made out of.

[dapandapod]

Hi Panda, I hope you don’t mind me asking, but can I ask what pairings you take prompts for, please? Thanks so much!

Hello sweets, thank you for asking!

Im a big fan of Geraskier, Lamben och Trissifer, as my main ones hehe. ❤️ I have never written (but wouldnt mind) trying geralt/Eskel, Lambert/Eskel or Triss/Eskel 😊 Im open for suggestions but that are my obvious ones haha 😄

[musicallisto]

Congratulations on 800 followers! Could I get 🍰 strawberry milkshake? My name is Alexandra, and I would like a positive vibes 70’s aesthetic, please? Thanks so much! 😘

alexandra; feminine form of alexander, latinized form of the Greek name Ἀλέξανδρος (Alexandros), which meant “defending men”

800 follower sleepover

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Hi, if it is okay to ask. I was wondering if you take requests for lock screens for iPads, please? Thanks so much! 😘

Hello lovely! I'll be honest, I hadn't even thought about iPad lockscreens 😂😂 it's something I could possibly do, I will just need to get sizing right - if you're up for it, maybe you could be my guinea pig / tester?? 💕

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

👧🏻 Nikki + Peter, please?

Send me 👧🏻 + OC couple and I'll make their kid on Faceapp!

[emcon-imagines]

Hi, I would like a Harry Potter ship, with the additional being a parent figure, please? I’m a straight (possibly demisexual) autistic girl with anxiety. I’m a Hufflepuff. I’m very shy and timid with strangers, and I don’t like big groups. At big parties you probably find me frozen against the wall and not moving. But with friends, I am friendly and warm, once I get to know you. My hobbies/interests include: music, photography, animals, Disney and going on walks. I’m a hopeless romantic.

hello! I hope you are doing well and thank you for requesting! I hope you like it :)

Best friend: Ginny Weasley. She’s like... the sweetest person you’ll ever meet and the first friend you made at Hogwarts. She’s always the first to defend you or one of your friends and the two of you spend hours late at night talking in the common room and giggling at silly jokes. If you bring a pet to school, she’s absolutely obsessed with it, especially whenever it's hanging out in the common room.

Love interest: Neville Longbottom! I feel like you guys would have started as friends when you were younger, perhaps meeting in herbology class. He probably had a crush on you for years without realizing he liked you more than a friend. The two of you feel the same way about parties and you often leave at the same time, sneaking out to roam the grounds together instead, or just enjoy a quiet moment alone together. I feel like Neville’s love language is acts of service, and he’s always bringing plants back from the greenhouse for you if he thinks you’ll like them.

Enemy: Severus Snape. He’s a bully, and since your extended friend group includes Ron and Harry, you guys are always at battle with him. Fred and George have definitely offered to prank him for you several times after a bad class. You and Neville have a ton of inside jokes about him and by your fifth year you’re standing up to him like no one’s business.

Parent figure: Remus Lupin. I feel like Lupin has the potential to be the best dad ever. He raised you single handily and when he comes to teach at Hogwarts, his door is always open for you to stop by (and he always has chocolate for you and your friends!) It’s a relief having him around at school, and even when he leaves, he’s never far away, especially when he becomes reinvolved with the Order.

request ships here!

[swanimagines]

@bravelittlesunflower x Jaskier

Alexandra!! You’re amazing and I hope you have a Merry Christmas ♥

[jaskierswolf]

Just thought of a cute prompt!! How about Jaskier/Dandelion visiting Priscilla when she was recovering from the attack to see how she was doing, and there’s lots of romantic fluff!! Please and thank you!! 💕

Also on my Ao3 - I hope there's enough romantic fluff! The prompt sort of led more to the hurt/comfort but I tried to get some cute moments in there too!

Dandelion straightened his hat as he stared up at Vilmerius Hospital. Then he grumbled and adjusted it again so it was tilted on his head. He cursed and adjusted it again, running his fingers through the long white feather. He sighed forlornly before pushing open the door, he’d been putting this visit off long enough.

He hadn’t meant to avoid the hospital after he’d left Priscilla the first night after her attack but seeing her, lying on the bed knowing she couldn’t even talk let alone sing. It had been too much. He knew how precious her voice was to her and he knew a thing or two about having one’s throat slashed open.

For a bard it was like a death sentence.

He slunk up the stairs, trying to keep his footsteps as quiet as possible, just in case he chickened out and ran away. It wouldn’t be the first time. Perhaps Geralt would be waiting for him at the Chameleon.

No. That was a stupid thought. Geralt had only just left to find Ciri. He wouldn’t be back just yet. It would take weeks to travel to Skellige and back, at least.

He fiddled with the bunch of flowers in his hands. It was cliché but flowers were a symbol of romance for a reason, there was a reason he’d chosen Dandelion as his name. It was an apt name for a poet.

He’d chosen peonies for Priscilla, to wish her a speedy recovery. He’d tucked a red rose into the middle of the bouquet and his nerves were taking the brunt of that decision. He was used to flirting and he was good at it. He had volumes of poetry to prove it but this time felt different. Priscilla was different. For the first time in his life he could imagine staying for her, building a life together in Novigrad. He could sing, she could play the lute. They would be unstoppable.

With that thought lingering in his mind he bounded up the last few steps and into her room. She was sitting up in bed, her soft long blonde hair falling down past her shoulders.

He held out the flowers as he bowed to her, his hat almost falling off his head. He stumbled out of the bow and caught his hat, grinning sheepishly at Pricilla. She was laughing silently behind her hands.

“I got these for you.” He announced. “I’ll umm, find a vase or something.”

Priscilla shook her head. “Dandelion.” She croaked.

He abandoned the flowers on top of the dresser and knelt by her side. “Don’t talk, Priscilla.”

She frowned and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

“Do you have a notebook?” He asked. “Damn it. That would have been better than flowers.”

Priscilla rolled her eyes and put a hand on his arm. His heart thundered in his chest at her touch. “Like the flowers.” She whispered hoarsely. “Rose?” She asked.

He laughed nervously knowing he’d been caught. “Well, I thought seeing as you almost died, there’s no time like the present.”

She smiled fondly and beckoned him closer with a finger. He swallowed and leaned in, wondering where all his famed skills of seduction had gone. She kissed his cheek and he felt like he was going to swoon like one of the ladies from his ballads. Was this what true love felt like?

To the gods he never wanted it to end. Who knew a kiss could mean so much?

He beamed back at the beautiful blonde who had stolen his heart. “Does that mean my affections are requited?” He asked hopefully, taking her hand in his and lacing their fingers together.

She smirked and shrugged.

“Wait what? What does that mean, Priscilla? Don’t you love me?” He pouted.

She squeezed his hand. “Need more than flowers.” She whispered with a twinkle in her eyes.

Dandelion laughed. “Oh of course, my sweet flower, my petal. I will bring you the moon, I will bring you the stars that dance across the night sky. I will slay giants and werewolves to prove myself to you.”

She raised an eyebrow at him.

“Well, I might get Geralt to help with the last two.” He admitted.

She laughed but the actioned caused her to choke and his mouth snapped shut mid-ramble. He took her other hand in his and brought them to his lips. “I’m sorry it took me so long to visit, are you ok?”

She shrugged and looked up at him sadly. He wanted to burn the person that had put that sadness in her eyes. Priscilla had the most beautiful blue eyes he had ever seen, richer than the deepest ocean, brighter than the sky on a summer’s day. Those eyes were made to shine with radiant joy, not with tears of sorrow.

The bastard would pay for harming his Priscilla.

Well, they would if Geralt hadn’t already dealt with it.

He hoped they died a slow and painful death.

“Until you can sing, I will be your voice, my dove.” He vowed. “Anything you want, anything at all.”

Priscilla tilted her head and ginned mischievously.

“What?” He asked, trying not to regret his vow already.

“Your lute?” She asked.

He froze. His lute? Filavandrel’s lute? Every inch of him was begging him to say no. That lute was his everything. It was the start of his adventures with Geralt. It was the source of his fame and the instrument that had birthed so many ballads.

Could he just give that up?

Then he remembered that Priscilla may never sing again. His lute for her voice.

“For you? Anything.” He repeated. “It’s at the Chameleon. I’ll bring it with me next time.”

Priscilla stared at him with wide eyes.

“You were joking about the lute weren’t you?” He chuckled and she nodded. “Well it’s yours, at least until you can sing again!” He decided.

He stayed by her bedside for hours, filling the silence with tales, mostly true, and poetry, mostly lies. She tried to talk a few times but her voice was too sore. He didn’t mind holding the conversation by himself though and pleaded with her to rest, but he understood why she couldn’t.

Bards and silence were never a good mix.

Eventually, in the middle of a definitely not accurate retelling of one of his early quests with Geralt, he noticed she hadn’t made a peep in a while. He furrowed his brow and look down at her. She’d slumped against her pillows and her eyes had fluttered shut. She had fallen asleep.

He boldly pressed his lips against her forehead and brushed her hair from her eyes.

“Sleep well, my love.” He murmured before fleeing the room.

________

He visited Priscilla more frequently after that. It was like he couldn’t stay away. Zolton cursed him every time he left. He supposed he had been neglecting his cabaret and tavern recently but Priscilla’s well-being was more important than a former whorehouse! After about a week of conversing with paper and a quill, Priscilla was able to speak without flinching anymore.

“Dandelion, two nights in a row. That’s almost a commitment.” She teased as he swept through her door.

Her voice was still rough and coarse but at least it was there. He knew recovering her sweet dulcet soprano tones would be a long recovery. If it was even possible but he prayed to every god that he knew that one day she would sing again. She would probably never be truly happy until she could.

He bowed with a flourish and winked. “You sound better, Priscilla.”

She smiled sadly with a tilt of her head. “I haven’t spoken all day.”

Dandelion pulled at the lacy cuffs of his chemise that were poking out the end of his silky purple doublet and laughed. “Why, my dear Priscilla, were you saving your voice for me?” He teased as he flopped into the chair next to her bed.

“I couldn’t bear to hear you talk anymore.” She smirked.

He gasped and put his hand to his chest. “Priscilla! You wound me.”

She laughed and put her hand on his. “Your ego is large enough, Dandelion, without me stroking it.”

He grinned his mouth to respond but she put a finger on his lips.

“Don’t say it.” She glared at him but he saw the half smile dancing on her lips.

He captured her hand in his and kissed her palm. “I am a poet, my darling. I would never say something so crass.”

She scoffed. “Pull the other one, Dandelion.”

He winked and she swatted him over the head. His hat dropped into his lap and he pouted. “Hey!”

She giggled and placed his hat back on his head with a fond smile and kissed his cheek. “There we go, no damage done.”

He tilted his head and smiled dopily at her. She really did have the most beautiful eyes. He cupped her face in his hands and closed the gap between them so there was barely a breath separating their lips.

“May I?” He whispered.

She didn’t answer, instead she leant forward to capture his lips with her own.

Oh and it was heaven. She hadn’t just captured his lips, she had captured his heart, his soul.

She pulled away and the kiss ended just as quickly as it started. Dandelion fell forward, following her lips and she laughed. “I won’t become one of your conquests, Dandelion.” She smirked as she poked his nose.

He scrunched his nose up and squeaked. “I do not have conquests!” He pouted. “I have lovers. It’s hardly my fault that I fall in love easily.”

“You fall out of it just as easily.” Priscilla noted. “No, don’t protest. I know you, Dandelion.”

He huffed. “But with lips as sweet as yours, my flower, how could I forget you?”

Priscilla raised an eyebrow at him and smirked. “Honied words will get you everywhere.”

“Said one poet to another.” He laughed and moved in for another kiss but she covered his lips with her finger.

“Sing for me, Dandelion.” She asked with a tilt of her head.

He pouted at the loss of her kiss but gathered up his lute from the corner of the room. He offered her the instrument but she shook her head and pushed the instrument back into his hands.

“I’m tired.” She said hoarsely and cleared her throat. “Play for me.”

So he did. He cooed a soft heartwarming ballad of romance and true love. The lute sang under his fingers and he closed his eyes, letting the music wash over him, pouring his heart into every breath.

His eyes flashed open when he heard a low hum from the bed. Priscilla was quietly adding a deeper harmony under his melody. She had her eyes close and was smiling serenely. His voice wavered at the rush of emotions in his heart but he had decades of practice and managed to cover his mistake. Priscilla only managed a verse before coughing into her hands with a groan.

He finished the song as quickly as he could without it losing its beauty and put the lute to one side.

“Patience, my petal.” He cooed. “You’ll get there.”

She pouted and hid behind a curtain of blonde hair. “What if I never sing again?” She croaked.

Dandelion kissed the top of her hair. “I have friends who can help. I promise you, I’ll do all that I can.”

“Yennefer?” Priscilla asked quietly.

He nodded. “She saved my voice when the djinn attacked. I’m sure she can help you too.”

Priscilla sighed dramatically, as all poets were fond of doing and rested her head against his shoulder. “I hope you’re right, Dandelion.”

He stroked her hair and sighed. “I am. I promise.”

He settled onto the bed next to her and she curled up against his chest. He stroked her hair and hummed a soft lullaby under his breath until she fell asleep. He laughed under his breath as he watched the soft rise and fall of her chest. Gods he was in so unbelievably in love with her.

She was wrong. He wouldn’t fall out of love easily, not this time. This time was the last time that Dandelion the bard would in love. He was sure of it.

[aliasimagines]

Hey! Congratulations on 1000 followers! Can I request a ship for The Witcher, please? I’m a straight (possibly demisexual) autistic girl with a huge burden of anxiety. I’m a Hufflepuff. I’m very shy at first, but once I get to know you, I’m warm and friendly and always up for a laugh. I like: 60s/70s music, photography, animals, reading FanFiction, hugs, Disney, chocolate, sunsets, and going on walks. I’m a hopeless romantic.

Oops! I’ve forgot to say... I would like the drabble to be written about the proposal between who you ship me with and the reader, please? Thanks so much!!

I ship you with… Jaskier!!

Jaskier knows how to cheer you up and make you laugh whenever he needs to. If you feel down or really anxious he is miraculously by your side in seconds, whispering poems he wrote about you. And yees he might be flirt but he's also a huge romantic.

the drabble

Jaskier phased back and forth between his horse and the small road. He sighed and started to walk in circles. He was mumbling something under his breath but it wasn't loud enough for anybody to hear.

He stopped occasionally to look into the void with a horrified expression, or to shout out a random word that the witcher, who was sitting not far away next to a tree, couldn't place anywhere.

"Would you stop already?" he finally asked in his usual graspy and grumpy voice. Jaskier threw his hands up, clearly frustrated.

"Well, of course, Geralt! Anything for you! I am not trying to marry the love of my life or anything!" he cried sarcastically.

"I am not any expert,bard." the witcher says with a rear smile creeping its way up to his lips. "But should she be here for you to be able to propose?"

Jaskier bit his lower lip, holding back a really angry shout.

"If I could I would strangle you, Geralt, believe me when…" his threats were cut short by a terrifyingly familiar voice screaming. Jaskier abandoned everything and started to run towards the voice. Your voice.

It wasn't long before he saw you captured in the tentacles of a lake monster.

"Y/N!" the bard yells, panicked

Jaskier!" you shout back upon seeing him. Jaskier turns away for a moment to, again, shout.

"Geralt!"

But the witcher was already running towards the monster with his sword in hand. You tried to wiggle out of your capturer's hold but there was no use.

"Jask, I am afraid" you said. The monster lifted you a few meters above the lake. Jaskier's mind went blank. He can't lose you. He loves you too much. With a quick glance he made sure Geralt was still trying to fight down the beast.

He knew that the witcher will save you in a few minutes but he was too focused on how much of a danger you were and how he didn't want to lose you.

"WILL YOU MARRY ME?" shouted Jaskier. Geralt mumbled something like 'perfect timing'.

"What??" you shout back clearly confused. Just then Geralt stabs the monster. You feel yourself falling out of its grasp. The Witcher catches you before you could crash into the water. You quickly thank him before running towards Jaskier.

"Did you just…?" you ask. Well, so much for the ballad he wrote for you and the idea of a nice picnic…

Jaskier takes you hand and gets down on one knee.

"Y/N.. You beautiful, beautiful person. Will you marry me?" Jaskier asks. You gasp and pull him up for a kiss.

"Yes! Of course!!" you heard yourself shout excitedly. Jaskier looks at you with such love. He can't believe his luck that he met you. And now you're going to marry him!

[locke-writes]

Here’s my “The Witcher Netflix” oc called Rhian Thomas. 23 years old, Heterosexual, she’s a healer, who was childhood friends with Jaskier which eventually becomes a romance, she’s kind and sweet natured, but can she feisty, as she protects those she loves and cares about, she’s also good skilled with a bow and arrow.

flowers pressed between the pages of notebooks, walking through the woods on a misty morning, humming to yourself as you work on a difficult task, handcrafting a bow for archery, grinning at laughing at a joke you’ve overheard, running your hand through the fur of an animal, crafting objects from leather, a blossoming garden, muddy boots tracking footprints across the porch, the sound of wind-chimes in a gentle breeze, the scent of just washed laundry

AN: I read up to ‘childhood friends with Jaskier’ before working on this and only read the last of the description after finishing. So the bow association and her being skilled with a bow and arrow is pure coincidence. And I take that to mean that trait is naturally perfect for her.

[queenxxxsupreme]

I know we haven’t talked much, but I’m so sorry about that rude anon. I love that you are writing for the lesser known characters. I love your lovely writing, especially your Witcher Dads fics, and your recent Jaskier fic was so cute! 💕

Oh babe you don’t have to apologize!! It’s totally okay. I thought it was amusing 😄 I’m so glad you enjoy my fics!! And thank you so so much for taking the time to read them!!