#jaskier x you

[super-marvel-dc]

Y/N: ARE YOU-

Geralt: Fucking.

Y/N: KIDDING ME?! YOU-

Geralt: Fucking.

Y/N: IDIOT!

Jaskier: …What was that?

Geralt: I banned Y/N from swearing, so I’m helping them out.

[writersblockedx]

The End of What Could Have Been

Pairing - Jaskier x Fem!Reader Summary - Jaskier finally gives in at trying to flirt with his favourite barmaid - something that only makes her fall harder for him. Warnings - alcohol, mention of a brothel? Words - 2.1K

A/n - Hi, I’m back! I know I’ve been gone for a little while; writers block has been killing me. But I’m back at it again, hopefully back at posting regularly again.

Masterlist

It had become the cycle of the night. As the stragglers of the Inn began to make their way back to their own beds - or hay stacks for some of them - he would appear. Far too wide-eyed for this time in the night, lute strapped over his shoulder and a glistening smile most female bar keeps had never been able to resist. Well, most expect for yourself.

Jaskier was sweet, that was true, but he was equally greedy. And the whole town knew of it. The stories of his lewd behaviour with his several different partners were laced throughout his lyrics, right alongside the fantastical story of the Witcher and the many creatures the two fought off together. Though, with that very bard in front of you now, you struggled to believe he had the same strength of a Witcher.

"Same as always, Y/n." His elbows leaned against the wooden bar as he slid a couple of coins across for you. Always a couple extra for your own pocket.

You simply nodded your head in an act to show your acknowledgement of him before turning to gather a pint of beer for the bard. "Not in the mood for conversation tonight?" He questioned while you had your back turned.

You only said anything when the cup that was brimming with frothy ale was in your hand. "Not with you. Not tonight." Ever so bluntly, that snap in your tone slipped from your tongue as you placed the drink down in front of him with a thud.

He flashed his puppy eyes; he had gotten good at doing that. "And whys that?"

Your expression never faulted. You didn't dare. You had told yourself for almost a month while Jaskier had been playing at this pub that you wouldn't be one of the many to fall prey to his sweet smile and his even sweeter words. "Because the only conversation you want to have is one where it ends with you getting into my pants." You said it so sternly. So casual. Without a lick of embarrassment as if it were a passing comment, lacking any source of meaning.

But Jaskier's response had proved different. He stiffened and struggled to swallow the ale that lingered on his tongue. "Can't blame a man for trying." His response came a second too late - attempting to get over the initial shock that had stunned him too much to speak straight away.

"I can when, despite getting your answer, you're still trying." You didn't break. With every word, you lean slightly closer, till there were only inches between you.

"Well," He sighed lightly and leaned back, "I still haven't heard you tell me to stop."

You couldn't help but laugh, "I know you're a bard, but you're not stupid, surely."

"You didn't have to go there."  He quipped. "I personally don't think you want...this to stop." His words were as cautious as one in a sword fight. One wrong move and he was frightened you were about to stab him in the back.

For the first time, you became hesitant. You were uncertain. Of course, you could admit Jaskier did have that sweet smile and the charm to accompany such. He also was easy on the eyes, had a slick manner and was, as much as you hated to admit it, the type of bachelor you could see yourself spending the night with - or several. But he was infamous for such behaviour. He travelled from town to town, bed to bed, and you were not about to the 90th woman on his list. That of such, was what you refused.

So you shifted, and slipped back into your stern facade as if nothing had ever happened, like there had never been a blink of uncertainty. "This," You pointed between the two of you, "Never even started." Words so sharp they cut through Jaskier's heart like a knife to butter. While the man was fine to break others' hearts, his was too just as fragile and sensitive. And to hear such from a woman he had grown to admire over the weeks shook his core. With the words written out in front of him, he knew he could no longer ignore them.

And so you straightened your back and stared at the boy you were forced to resist. "You finish your ale, I'll close up." You announced, without any input from him. Normally, he would last at least another three drinks. But tonight, neither of you wanted the company of the other. The air between you had become tense and rigid. Air of which you were not in the mood to breathe.

So you took it upon yourself to make that decision. You started stacking the chairs around the pub, cleaning the sticky tables and making sure everything was as it should be. The only thing left was Jaskier. He took his final sip. He placed the cup back on the bar and let out a deep breath; he knew this was the end. This was the point in which you had drawn the line, you had told him no once and for all. And you had given him no choice but to listen.

There as he stood, he turned to you. At first, he looked you up and down, taking in the last of what remained—this night marked the end of what could have been. He locked eyes with you. Neither of you moved. Neither of you said a word. After that moment of acceptance passed, he provided a nod. With that, he left the Inn without a trace. That night, in your lonely bed, you struggled to sleep, plagued by the ever-yawning question of if you just made a mistake.

By the next morning, you came to face the consequences of your own actions. You strolled in for your shift as you always did to find the Inn relatively empty. In fact, more empty than it ever had been in the past month. The only ones to occupy the Inn were the same stragglers which never seemed to leave. It didn't take you long to figure out why; the lack of strumming music in the Inn was likely the culprit. And, after that conclusion, you came to assume that it was partly the fault of yourself and a certain encounter from the night before.

"No bard today?" You queried your boss, the Innkeeper, as he stood cleaning the wooden bar.

"No bard anymore." He answered. A part of your brain was tugged with curiosity, the other knew that you shouldn't want to know. You cut the ties. You were at fault. You should leave things as they were. "Get used to how things used to be. Just the regulars again." That was one, if the only, good thing about Jaskier: the customers he brought. You could never deny his lyrical beauty and the lull of his lute. So brilliant, in fact, it almost brought you a pay rise.

Your head dropped in thought. No matter how much you wanted to accept this, a part of you wondered if this decision came from a reaction of the night prior. "Where is he staying?" You spat the words out before you could stop yourself. "The bard?" You added, suddenly aware of how strange that question may sound to your boss.

To be expected, the man raised a brow, "I'm not sure," He shrugged his shoulders lightly. "That cheap Inn up the road probably. Or a bench." With that, the grumpy old Inn keeper turned his back to you, going back to sort out the several types of ales.

For a moment, you stared. But the thought nagged you too much; Why not? He was leaving, what else was there to lose? He was sweet, admirable and you couldn't help yourself. You had only wished you had realised such fact the night before. Without thinking twice, you left. You took off without another word and headed to that cheap Inn your boss had pointed to.

By the time you arrived, you came to realise it was perfect timing. Jaskier was getting ready to depart. He had a couple of bags hung over his shoulder as he slung them over a horse. His expression was, until you came into his sights, set into a stern hold. And then, a glint of wonder reached his face, and the very corners of his lips twisted upright just slightly. He wouldn't admit it yet, but he was happy to see you had come back to him.

"And the barmaid returns." He gleamed, trying to not let that smile on his face grow any more than it already had done.

You tilted his head at him, "You didn't tell me you were leaving last night." You stated, choosing it best to ignore his greeting.

"You think that would have changed how things went?" There. You caught it right as it happened; that flirtatious speck in his pupils that never seemed to leave him - sometimes, no matter who he was talking to. When he received only a stern expression in return, he sighed and changed his tone as if he had never made that comment. "I didn't know I would be leaving until after I left." He answered, honestly.

A moment of silence passed as you settled in the realisation. You only needed confirmation: "Was it what I said?"

Another grin graced his face. But not flirtatious or cheeky, rather bittersweet. "I know you're just a bard maid,  but you're not stupid." He reiterated your own words from last night.

For that, you swallowed the lump which had suddenly grown in your throat. Then, with a breath, you replied, "You don't have to leave, the money's good here, no?" You knew your boss must have been paying him a decent paycheck.

He shifted on his feet, "I don't like staying in the same place for too long." The boy admitted.

"Then why did last night change your mind?"

He took a moment and fought himself so as not to repeat what he had said prior. "Most of the time, I can find anyone to entertain myself with, no matter where I am. But," He paused, thought on his words as if they were of utter importance, "But just the way when I walked into your Inn-"

You cut him off, "You mean when I told you to piss off because we didn't like silly lute music being played?" Saying that now was laughable.

And Jaskier had let out a chuckle, "Yes, then. I thought you were a shell I wanted to break and I found myself not bothered with anyone else. Not even with the mistresses at the Brothal. I wanted to get to know you and, I don't know, I looked forward to every night when I'd finish my set and it would be just the two of us in the bar." He explained, him too going off the idea of what else was there to lose now? "You didn't want me and it made it all the more enticing. To fight with the idea of hatred boarding on love was something intoxicating and it only made me want you more."

And, honestly, you were at a loss for words. It wasn't often many people spoke to you in such a poetic way, with such romance trickled into their words as it rolled right off the tongue like smooth butter. Most of the time, you were only met with drunk stragglers, boarding their words on sexual harassment. So this was only a breast of fresh air and you were indulging in it like it was some sort of drug.

When you looked back to Jaskier, you were at a loss for words. You weren't quite the lyricist he was. "I think-" You took a breath as if it were giving you the courage needed in that very moment. "I think I did want you. Oh, I know I did. But a bard who, as you said is always on the move, wasn't something I could get involved in." Like that, a weight slipped from your shoulders like melting ice.

Jaskier took a step forward, cautious in his action. When you showed no sign of disregard, he settled. "You've no idea what I would change just so you would get involved with me." There, his flirtatious smile return. And, this time, you couldn't resist it.

He started leaning in and rather than stopping it, so did you until your lips met in a soft embrace. It was long overdue and you could see how addicted you could get to that feeling if you weren't too careful. But a part of you had started to put trust into Jaskier - you just preyed the bard would never break it. As now, this was the start of something. Something neither of you wanted to ever end.

[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.

[yourloverfromthepast]

Jaskier: Truth or dare?

Y/n: Truth.

Jaskier: Do you like Geralt?

Y/n: Ok, dare.

Jaskier: I dare you to tell me whether you like Geralt or not.

Y/n: Well-

Jaskier: And no. Not a random Geralt. The one.

The white wolf.

Geralt of Rivia.

The shirtless and covered in blood man who just entered.

Y/n: HE'S HERE?! WHERE? *turns around to see no one* FUCK, NO-

Jaskier, slapping his hand on the table: HAH, I WAS RIGHT!

Y/n: NO, YOU MOTHERFU-

[thatspookyagent]

Being Jaskier's S/O (Bard!Male!Reader) would include...

Warnings: None!

a/n: These headcanons are sadly shorter than most that I write up (probably because I’m not writing and describing a whole relationship from very first meet up to finish lmao) but I hope that y’all enjoy this nonetheless. I am open to writing up more headcanons that are Witcher based in the future. And since Jaskier is lacking in some departments (Male!Reader & Black!Reader wise), I’ve decided to start with him first. Anyways y’all know the drill, if ya liked what ya read, REBLOG IT!

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Being a bard and Jaskier’s boyfriend means ultimately being both his muse and best friend

Would confide in you about his newest songs ideas and you’d always be the first to hear them whenever he performs a sample of it for you

You both first met in a bar, were you held an open challenge to see if anyone could out sing you or earn more applause than you while performing

Since you out played him significantly, he's been entranced by your skills ever since and decided to strike up a relationship with you, friends first but gradually lovers next

Takes your opinions personally and with utmost seriousness since you’re not only his partner but also a bard yourself

Gladly will always be there in order to lend you an ear or piece of advice as you would the same for him

Loves to discuss how different lutes sound and which ones look aesthetically the best with you because you can actually understand his excitement towards sexy lutes

Also you're the only one willing to make a ranking of best and worst materials to make lutes from with him

Speaking of lutes, he names the lute that he was carrying when he first met you after you

Will not let anyone but you use it or even touch it because it’s just that sentimental to him

If you name the lute that you were carrying when you first met Jaskier after him, he’ll probably have a good cry about that one later

And Jaskier will absolutely lose his mind (affectionately) if you carve his initials into your favorite lute

Enjoys talking and swapping stories with you while polishing each other's instruments around a campfire

A campfire is actually where you first confessed your affection for Jaskier, it was within a love song about two male bards just trying making their mark on the world through song alongside a white haired Witcher and his steed

From then on singing and laughing around campfires has been one of your top ways of bonding with the other male

Other ways you’ve expressed your love to Jaskier is by making and singing duets with him

Y’all are actually quite well known for singing together specifically ballads but also really romantic songs that touch just about everyone’s heart deepy

If Jaskier becomes your muse and you open up to him about this, he’ll also confess that you’re his muse as well

The two of you truly haven’t written and sung as many songs as y’all have now until you met one another

You’d also never been invited to perform at a ball before but since you and Jaskier became so popular, both of your voices have now had the honors of gracing many halls of kings and queens alike

It reflects with the amount of coin increasing in your pockets and fancy hand tailored matching outfits that both you and him adorn

If you’re not one for crowds particularly royal crowds, both you and your coin tossing boyfriend frequent many bars while traveling with Geralt, and are known on a more humble and local level than noble and global

The poor and hopeless citizens of many kingdoms, look to both you and Jaskier to entertain them, and distract them from their everyday worries

Either way, you’re both the ultimate bard power couple in any lands that y’all happen to be in

Now when it comes to specifically being a companion of Geralt’s, he enjoys having two bards at his side more than he likes to let on

While yes both and you Jaskier can be rather dramatic (and also noisy) as well as pretty much target practice when it comes to how useful the two of you are in battle, Geralt needs company beyond that of a horse from time to time whether he openly admits this or not

Not to mention you and the babbling brown haired nuisance named Jaskier, help to spread the word of Geralt and his deeds in a good light

Your penchants for being able to talk people’s ears off and distract them, can at times help the Witcher out whenever he’s in a pinch or when brute force isn’t really an option 

Also Geralt can use both of you to look after Roach in various ways especially whenever he’s not around or doesn’t have the time to

You and Jaskier like to run your songs in progress by Roach who always proves to be a tough customer in that regard similar to her Witcher owner

After long days of walking, wailing, and song writing, a much needed rest is in order with your brown haired accomplice

Ways in which you and Jaskier wind down include taking baths together or preparing a bath for the other

Since there’s never really a silent moment between the two of you, reflecting on how both of your days went to each other is a recurring topic of conversation

At times that can drift off into convos about music or musical instruments but moments like this are for you and the other male to check in with and dote on one another

Which means that there’s quite a bit of pampering and more gentle laughter being shared as well as forgetting about all the other people that there are in the world

As far as you and Jaskier are concerned, you’re the main characters, it’s your shared story, and everybody else are just background characters

[aifanfictions]

write a cute and wholesome story about (yn) and Jaskier from The Witcher stargazing during a fulll moon as Jaskier proposes his feelings to (y/n) by singing a song

Starry Serenade

Beneath a moonlit sky, (Y/N) and Jaskier found themselves perched on a grassy knoll, their eyes fixed on the shimmering expanse of the heavens above. It was a crisp, clear night, and the full moon bathed the world in its silvery glow.

Jaskier, ever the bard, had a secret he longed to share with (Y/N). As he strummed his lute, he couldn't help but feel a flutter of nerves. The stars above twinkled like a thousand ethereal candles, providing the perfect backdrop for his heartfelt confession.

"(Y/N)," he began, his voice a melodic caress of the night, "I've written a song, one that's been echoing in my heart for some time now. I'd like to share it with you."

(Y/N) turned her gaze from the stars to Jaskier, her eyes filled with curiosity and affection. "I'd love to hear it."

With a charming grin, Jaskier adjusted his lute and began to play a sweet, melodic tune. The chords resonated in the stillness of the night, filling the air with a sense of longing and love.

As he sang, the words spilled from his lips like a river of emotions, each note carrying a piece of his heart:

🎶 "Beneath the moon's soft, silver sheen, In your eyes, my heart has seen, A universe so vast, so true, In the night, I found my star in you.

Your laughter, a melody, so sweet, A tapestry of joy that can't be beat, In your presence, I've found my home, No matter where I've dared to roam.

The world is full of wonders rare, But none compare to the love we share, With every beat of my wayward heart, I knew from the start, we'd never part.

So, beneath this moon's gentle light, I'll ask you, my love, tonight, Will you be mine, forevermore, And in our journey, let our love soar?"🎶

Jaskier's voice quivered with emotion as he finished the song, his fingers caressing the strings with a tenderness that mirrored his feelings. He gazed at (Y/N), his eyes filled with hope, love, and vulnerability.

(Y/N) felt her heart swell with emotion, her eyes misting as she reached out to touch Jaskier's cheek. "Jaskier, I..."

But before she could finish her sentence, Jaskier gently placed a finger on her lips, his expression filled with adoration. "Shh, my love, let your heart speak for you."

And speak it did, as (Y/N) leaned in, capturing Jaskier's lips in a tender, moonlit kiss. It was a kiss that held all the words left unsaid, all the feelings that had bloomed between them.

In that moment, beneath the full moon's watchful eye, (Y/N) and Jaskier found their own celestial love story. It was a love that had been written in the stars, and as they stargazed together, they knew that their hearts were forever entwined in a melody that would endure through every night and day.

As the night wore on, (Y/N) and Jaskier lay side by side, their fingers entwined, their gazes still fixed on the stars. They began to pick out constellations together, creating stories for each one.

Jaskier traced his finger along the sky, drawing invisible lines to connect the stars. "See that cluster there? That's the 'Bard and the Beloved.' It's a tale of two souls brought together by fate and serenaded by the universe."

(Y/N) smiled, her heart swelling with affection. "And what about that one?"

Jaskier squinted at a group of stars that seemed to form a graceful figure. "Ah, that's the 'Lover's Waltz.' It's a dance of eternal love and a reminder that love, like the stars, endures."

The night was a tapestry of stories and shared dreams. As the full moon hung high above, (Y/N) nestled her head on Jaskier's chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her ear. He wrapped his arms around her, creating a cocoon of warmth and love.

"(Y/N)," Jaskier whispered, his voice barely louder than a breath of wind. "I want you to know that the song I sang earlier was more than just a confession. It was a promise. A promise to stand by your side through every adventure, every hardship, and every starry night we share together."

Tears of joy welled in (Y/N)'s eyes. "Jaskier, I don't need the stars to make a wish tonight. I have everything I could ever want right here."

As the night deepened, they drifted into a peaceful slumber, wrapped in each other's arms, beneath the canvas of the night sky. They had found a love that was as endless as the stars, a love that would shine brightly, even in the darkest of nights.

In

the weeks that followed that magical night beneath the full moon, (Y/N) and Jaskier's love continued to flourish. The world around them seemed to burst with vibrant color and melody, each day filled with new adventures and shared laughter.

Their travels took them to quaint villages, bustling cities, and serene countryside. They encountered troubadours and poets, dined in cozy taverns, and danced in the moonlight. Through it all, Jaskier composed songs that captured the essence of their journey and the love that bound them together.

In a sun-kissed meadow one warm afternoon, Jaskier handed (Y/N) a wildflower crown he had carefully woven. The delicate blossoms framed her face, and he gazed at her with admiration. "You, my dear, are the queen of my heart."

With a playful grin, (Y/N) plucked a few petals from a nearby daisy and started to playfully recite, "He loves me, he loves me not..."

Jaskier's eyes widened in mock concern. "Ah, I see how it is. I shall have to win your favor all over again with a ballad under the next full moon."

As the days turned into months, (Y/N) and Jaskier ventured into the wilderness, where nature's beauty mirrored the wonder they found in each other. They shared quiet moments by rivers and lakes, basking in the tranquility of the world around them. It was in these serene moments that their love deepened, a profound connection that went beyond words.

And yet, their adventures weren't always without their perils. They faced fierce monsters, cunning bandits, and supernatural mysteries that threatened to test their courage and unity. But in each trial, they stood side by side, drawing strength from their shared bond.

One particularly memorable evening, they found themselves in a remote forest where fireflies danced in the air. Jaskier strummed his lute, and (Y/N) joined him with her melodic voice. Their duet filled the forest with music, and the trees themselves seemed to sway to the rhythm of their love.

As the moon rose over the horizon, they settled by a campfire, wrapped in blankets and stories. Jaskier's eyes sparkled with warmth as he spoke, "You know, my dear, I've written countless songs about love, but none have ever captured what I feel for you."

(Y/N) leaned in, capturing his lips in a gentle kiss. "Then perhaps it's time to write a new one, a song that's uniquely ours."

They sat together, creating a love song that resonated with their shared experiences and emotions. It was a melody of joy, adventure, and the unwavering bond they had discovered in each other. As the final note lingered in the night, (Y/N) and Jaskier felt their hearts swell with the promise of a love that would last a lifetime.

In the quiet moments before sleep, Jaskier whispered sweet nothings in (Y/N)'s ear, promising to cherish and protect her always. She drifted into dreams filled with the echoes of their adventures, the laughter they shared, and the love that had blossomed like the most beautiful of melodies.

Their love story was a journey written in stardust and woven with the threads of time. Underneath the full moon's gentle gaze, (Y/N) and Jaskier had found a love as boundless as the universe itself—a love that would shine brightly through every night and day they shared together.

NOTE! This story was generated by OpenAI

[moonlightpirate]

Inkpot Gods

Well its finally here my first chapter of my The Witcher fic! It is a Female reader insert fic. You are a princess of a kingdom being plagued by a creature. Your father has hired a semi willing Geralt to not only get rid of the creature but to protect you. AO3 link is here moodboard made by the lovely @sweetpeapod

Jaskier groaned, "Why are we going to Eirian again? I didn't think they had any monsters there."

"Hmmm." Was Geralt's only response to the bards rambling.

"Seriously Geralt, some background would be nice. I want to know what we are getting ourselves into. You just barged into the inn I was playing at, and demanded I join you in this quest. What is going on?"

Geralt glared at Jaskier, "I have received a letter from the king. His daughter is supposedly in danger. I'm not sure what kind of danger, but he has offered to pay handsomely for my services."

"How heroic! Geralt saving a princess! I can't wait to tell this story!"

Geralt rolled his eyes at the bard before resuming his silent thoughts. He had never gotten a request like this. He wasn't a savior, he was a monster killer. Was it really wise to have Jaskier with him? He was known for wooing women. But, the King and Queen had asked for him specifically to be with Geralt.

"Seriously boys you are going to Eirian as well?" An all too familiar female voice inquired.

"Yen? What are you doing here?"

"Yes seriously, witch, what are you doing here?" Jaskier echoed Geralt's question.

"The Queen of Eirian has asked me to look after her daughter. She believes that the princess may have hints of chaos magic."

"So? Deal with her chaos magic after we get rid of whatever the king wants Geralt to protect her from." Jaskier huffed.

"Sorry bard you are stuck with me. Though it leads me to wonder why you are here?"

"Enough, both of you. Like it or not the king and queen of Eirian want us all. We will find out why when we get there." Geralt groaned longing for silence.

Jaskier and Yennefer both gave each other a glare but opted to follow in silence.

It took them almost seven days to reach Eirian from where they had been. During that time, Geralt made sure to find them a safe place to regroup should they become separated. As they got neared the kingdom, the glittering castle could be seen from miles away. Geralt watched and shook his head as Jaskier was almost jumping with joy ready for a warm meal and a cozy bed to lay on.

*************

"My lord and my lady, the witcher, the mage, and the bard have been seen approaching the city." A castle guard said kneeling in front of the king and queen.

"Thank you." The Queen said dismissing the guard before turning to a servant, "make sure everything is ready. We are to have a grand feast tonight."

"A grand feast? What for?" You inquire, appearing next to your mother.

"We will have Geralt of Rivia here along with some friends of his." Your mother replied.

You groan, you know you're stronger than what your parents believe you to be. Your father had the general train you in sword fighting from the time you were a small child. Whatever this creature was that was out to get you, was nothing you couldn't handle.

"Mom really?"

"Stop your groaning, and go get dressed y/n. They will be here by dinner."

"Yes mother." You say as you curtsy before turning away and rolling your eyes.

You begin to wonder if it's not just for your safety, but if your parents were trying to set you up for a marriage again. They had always been intrigued by that prophecy.

***********

As nightfall hit, Geralt, Jaskier, and Yennefer made their way into the palace.

"Hello, our esteemed guests, welcome to Eirian." The king greeted them at the castle door before he gestured them into the banquet hall.

"It smells so good." Jaskier said, almost visibly drooling.

Neither Geralt nor Yennefer said anything as they made their way inside. The room was filled to the brim with people in dresses and nice clothes laughing and dancing. Everyone stopped and bowed to the king as he guided the group towards the head table. Whispers could be heard among the crowd as everyone wondered why a witcher was there, and who these other two people were.

"My love, and my daughter, this is Geralt of Rivia, he is here to help."

"Pleasure to meet you. May I inquire as to who is with you." You ask, looking both men up and down.

"Princess, this is Jaskier, he is one of my most trusted friends and allies. Next to me is Yennefer. She told me she had a summons to come here." Geralt grunted.

"Yes she did. I asked her to come here. Geralt and Yennefer, if the king and I may speak to you in private about why you are here. Darling, make sure Jaskier gets some food and whatever else he requires." The Queen placed a gentle hand on her husband's back and motioned to Geralt and Yennefer to follow.

Your mother gave you a stern glare after she heard your sigh of protest. Rolling your eyes, you stood up and made your way down to Jaskier. You could practically see the hunger in the man's bright blue eyes.

"Come sit with me…Jaskier was it? We have plenty of food."

"Oh thank you! Geralt seems to forget that eating is a necessary thing." Jaskier replied, following the beautiful princess to the table.

He was stunned by her beauty, and the way her eyes shone in the light. He was taken aback by the way that beautiful red dress fell against her body.

You both sat down where you watched the man eat while waiting patiently for your parents. As if he knew you were watching, he looks up and smiles at you with an almost devilish grin.

"So, why exactly is Geralt wanted here? It seems like a lovely kingdom to me." He inquires, leaning in close to you.

"I'm not really supposed to talk about it. But essentially there is supposedly a creature that has been plaguing the land. Mom and dad believe it may be after me now. That's all I'll say. What exactly do you do?" You inquire, noticing the lute sitting by his feet.

"Oh, I'm just a bard. Not really sure why Geralt brought me along. He doesn't even like my music." Jaskier scoffed.

"Ah a bard. Wait...I've heard of you. Aren't you the bard that goes from town to town wooing women and leaving them for that brooding witcher?"

"Hey! I don't go from town to town wooing and using women! Or abandoning them for Geralt!" Jaskier replied, looking hurt.

You give him a skeptical look. Before you could answer, one of the princes approached the table and asked you for a dance.

Jaskier watched you as you accepted, and made your way to the dance floor. He groaned and looked at the plate of food in front of him, no longer really hungry. If the King and Queen wouldn't tell him what was going on, why was he wanted here?

She is so beautiful…how can I show her that I am not as bad as she has heard? But even if I could, why would she want just a bard when she could have a prince? Jaskier thought to himself as he watched the princess dance and laugh.

***********

"So what is this creature you have hired me to take care of?" Geralt asked.

"Well we believe we are being plagued by a shapeshifter. The village has been complaining about seeing long dead relatives. Or strange creatures that are beyond belief. Some say they have even seen themselves." The King responded.

"Hmmmm"

"A shapeshifter really? That could be hard for us to track. What makes you think it's after your daughter?" Yennefer replied.

"We think she may have some powers that she's not completely aware of. That is why I wanted you here, Yennefer, as you are a very powerful sorceress. I fear the shapeshifter may want her powers." The Queen responded.

"What forms has it been known to take? What times of the day has it been seen?" Geralt chimed in.

"You would need to go back into the party and mingle with the guests, or let them come to you. They haven't really told us. All we know is that there is something plaguing our village. Please, you must help us." The Queen begged.

"I'm going to give you the payment now and more. Geralt of Rivia all I ask is if you cannot defeat this monster, that you will keep my daughter safe. I've heard tales of a possible ambush or attack as well. Please save her." The king pleaded, handing Geralt the money.

The Queen handed Yennefer the payment she promised her, "Yes you as well my dear. Keep her safe and if she has powers, do not let anyone take advantage of them."

"I will do my best. Well Geralt, shall we head back to the party?" Yennefer asked before turning and making her way out into the group of dancing people.

Geralt sighed and followed her. His eyes immediately began looking for Jaskier since the bard was last seen with the princess. After a moment he saw him sitting alone with a sad look on his face. He followed Jaskier's gaze, and found them locked on the princess who was dancing around the room with a tall man. The hair stood up on Geralt's neck…he knew that man...that man should be dead. He made his way over to Jaskier.

"What happened?" Geralt asked.

"She doesn't even know me and has bad thoughts about me! Basically said I leave women for you! As if those relationships just don't work on their own!" Jaskier huffed.

Geralt gave Jaskier a skeptical look and tried not to laugh.

"Has she been dancing with the same man this whole time?"

"I don't use women, I just haven't found the right one! Oh, uh, I'm not sure. I don't think that was the man she started off with."

"Hmmmm" Geralt's eyes landed back on the princess only to find that she had stopped dancing, and was approaching him.

"Geralt of Rivia pleasure to meet you properly. I'm y/n." You say with a mischievous grin.

"Was that man the same one you've been dancing with this whole time?"

"Oh, um, I believe so. Why?"

"You believe so, or you know so?"

"It was a dance! I may have ended up with someone else! I can't really say. Honestly no, that probably was a different man!" You huffed before turning away from the witcher and going over to see your parents.

"What's happening Geralt? Why are you so worried about who she was dancing with?" Jaskier inquired suddenly appearing next to Geralt.

"Stay close to her, Jaskier. Try not to lose sight of her. If you do, come and get me immediately."

"But Geralt…won't it be weird if I just hover over…" Jaskier stuttered.

"You are an entertainer are you not? Play some music. Talk about your songs. I don't care, just keep an eye on her!"

Jaskier nodded and sulked away towards the king and queen. Geralt shook his head uncertain if it was a good idea having Jaskier keeping an eye on the princess, but he didn't have much choice. He made his way into the crowd looking again for that face. It had to have been the face of the man that he had killed trying to defend Ciri. Geralt knew he couldn't get that face out of his mind, ever, but perhaps he had imagined it this time.

“Any luck yet?” Yennefer inquired, appearing in front of him suddenly.

“No…though I swear I saw that Nilfgaardian soldier that tried to kill Ciri a few years back.”

"Wait, you mean the one you killed? How is that possible?".

Geralt gave Yennefer a stern look before continuing to move through the crowd keeping a watchful eye out.

"Do you think she's really safe with Jaskier? Shouldn't we tell him so he can be on guard?" Yennefer stated, finally seeing Jaskier with the royal family.

"Yen…I trust him. He is honestly probably safer with her than she is with him. I've heard she is a formidable fighter."

Yennefer sighed, but before she could explain, a loud boom could be heard outside. They both looked at each other and then back towards Jaskier and the royal family.

The king looked at Geralt with a worried look on his face. Geralt made his way to the nearest window and looked out. He saw all the soldiers running towards the gate, meaning someone was trying to break in.

"The castle is under siege! Everyone should get out!" Yennefer shouted, as she appeared next to Geralt and saw what was happening outside

Immediately, people began to scream, and start to panic. Geralt gave Yennefer a cold glare before making his way over to where the royal family still stood.

"We need to go now. You have a small amount of time. If you'd like to pack a few belongings you better hurry."

The Queen put a gentle hand on the princess's back, and urged her to go pack her stuff. Geralt nodded at Jaskier signaling he wanted him to follow and make sure nothing happened to her.

*********

The king went off to fight with his men, and make sure the castle was secure. Geralt wasn't entirely sure where the queen had gone, but he knew his main charge was the princess. He had Jaskier and the princess meet him in the servants quarters to avoid detection.

"Alright, no matter what happens be suspicious of everyone. Your parents have told me they believe the main enemy is a shapeshifter. We aren't sure but it seems to be true." Geralt told them.

You roll your eyes, not really convinced there was truly any danger outside of the army trying to bust through the gate. But you follow Geralt out to the hallway. You gasp as you pass a window and see the battle that was unfolding below. Jaskier gently pulls on your black cape draped across your shoulders, encouraging you to keep following Geralt.

"I can help fight. Please let me go help them." You whisper to Jaskier.

He looks at you with the biggest blue eyes you've ever seen, even in this dark room. You know his answer before he can even say it. Nodding solemnly you go to follow Geralt but he had disappeared from your sight. You both look at each other, when you hear a grunt of pain that you knew was Geralts.

Quickly, you run towards the scuffle, curious. Just as you get closer, you hear a malicious laugh, and see Geralt's body flying towards you. You flatten yourself against the wall trying to avoid being hit.

Geralt stands up as his eyes land on you, he grabs you by the arm dragging you down the hall, "there is a dangerous creature up ahead. I need to fight it off. You both will need to find a way out on your own."

Without warning Geralt practically throws you into Jaskier's arms. You brace yourself against the bard's chest, thankful he was strong enough to catch you.

"I can help you fight this creature, let me do it!" You turn away from Jaskier and yell at Geralt, Jaskier held on to your waist, preventing you from running towards Geralt.

"No! You need to get out of here. Whatever it is, it's after you. Now go! Jaskier, you know where to take her!" Geralt shouted running back down the hall.

"Come on, he's right. Where do we go to get out of here?" Jaskier asked, gently pulling you by your waist back in the opposite direction.

You tried to struggle free of his grip, but he was too strong. Realizing it was futile you gave in, but you knew you had to get yourself some form of weapon to defend yourself so you led him to the armory.

"Wait��this isn't an exit. What are we doing here?" Jaskier inquired, as he stopped in the doorway.

"Well we need weapons, there's an army outside, and apparently creatures running around this castle!"

You wander for a moment, knowing which weapons you wanted.

"I'm just a bard…"

Using all your strength you jump up to the two swords hanging on the wall, and force them down. They clatter to the floor. You grab them and hand one to Jaskier.

"Do you expect to save me with the lute on your back? Trust me, just wave it around, and make it look like you know what you are doing. If we survive, I can give you a proper lesson if you'd like."

Jaskier tried not to blush as you grabbed his hand, and showed him the way out to the courtyard.

"This has been way too easy. I feel we should have run into someone by now." Jaskier said, looking nervously around the courtyard.

"Everyone must be by the gate fighting. We need to find horses or something. It's not practical to keep running." You say immediately heading towards the stables.

Without warning, a powerful blow knocked you off your feet. Gasping for breath you turn and see a soldier coming towards you,  his sword drawn and shield in front of him.

"Ah princess (y/f/n), there you are." The soldier sneered, he was clearly wearing the Nilfgaard colors.

Jaskier firmly planted himself between you and the soldier. Knowing he wasn't quite able to fight off the soldier, you quickly stood up, ignoring the pain that coursed through your body, and moved to stand next to him.

"What do you want with me?" You inquire.

"Oh, I'm sure you know why we are here. You need to marry the prince, and ensure our kingdom's safety with your…powers."

"No!" the king shouted, coming from nowhere.

"Father!" You shout watching your father knock the soldier across the head, and watch in horror as the soldier falls to the ground.

"He's only unconscious. You need to leave now. Both of you! Get out of here!" Your father said.

You start sobbing, and go to argue with your father. Before you can, he shakes his head and drags the unconscious soldier out of sight. Jaskier puts a comforting hand on your shoulder as he gently pulls you towards the stable. Once in the stable, luck was on your side as you both saw the horse.

"Only one…what shall we do." Jaskier wonders aloud.

"Guess we will have to share. Get on." You say trying to mount the horse when a sudden pain in your side from where the soldier hit you, caused you to fall to the ground in pain.

"Y/n!" Jaskier shouts running to your side.

You glance down and see some blood on your light pink dress.

"The soldier must have hit me harder than I thought." You say grasping your side.

You could hear shouts from near the stable. Jaskier looks at you in fear before he picks you up off the floor. You both work together to get you situated on the saddle, Jaskier following to sit behind you.

He wrapped one of his arms around you holding you close to him to make sure you stayed on the saddle. Ignoring the surge of feelings, and pain you felt and also the shock of how strong Jaskier was, you grab the reins and navigate the horse out into the woods as fast as you can.

"Where is this meeting place Geralt wants you to take me?" You inquire when you feel far enough out of harm's way.

"Give me the reins. It's not far." Jaskier leans into, you gently taking the reins from you.

You lean against Jaskiers chest and try to process all that has happened. Your whole body ached from the soldier hitting you, probably with his shield, and you worried about why you were bleeding. But that was almost irrelevant as the pain of knowing your family was probably dead, swept through you.

What did that Nilfgaardian soldier want? What did the creature Geralt had been fighting, want with you? You knew you had powers, but you didn't think they were anything worth all of this madness.

Jaskier must have known all your emotions were hitting you, because he used the arm he had wrapped around to give you a slight squeeze.

"It'll be okay we are nearly there. Then I will make sure that soldier didn't injure you too badly. You've been through a lot, please talk to me if you need to." Jaskier whispered in your ear.

You gently put your hand on the arm that is holding you. As much as you want to spill your heart and emotions out to him, right now wasn't the time to do it.

"You're a bard, right? Sing me a song if you don't mind. I just want a distraction. Or tell me a story if you'd rather not sing. Please."

Jaskier smiled, and told you a story about how he met Geralt and the adventure they went on.

You were uncertain how true it was, but just hearing his voice was calming you. It lead you to wonder if the prophecy your mother had told you about was possibly true, and if Jaskier was the man in it. All of a sudden, a sharp pain seized your body and you fell unconscious against Jaskier.

[thedoubleexposurephotography]

It’s one of the first nights of the reader sleeping outdoors in Jaskier’s world. They look up to see the stars and the moon only to be caught off guard by how different they are from what they’re used to, and are reminded of just how far they are from home. Fortunately, Jaskier is right there to help comfort them.

Pairing: Jaskier x Fem!reader (platonic/pre-relationship if you squint real hard)

Warnings: anxiety attacks

Word count: 2024

Author’s notes: Reader is one of those people who travels the country in a camper van and works remotely. Also, sorry, anon, for taking 2 months to write this. Hopefully you like it!

What a wild day.

Currently you were lying in your sleeping bag in front of a fire under the wide open sky. The night was still. Well, mostly. One of your new companions, Jaskier, he said his name was, was seated not far from where you were trying to sleep playing a lute, an instrument you were sure hadn’t been popular since the renaissance. Your other companion, Geralt, was sharpening his swords, his white hair and yellow eyes gleamed in the firelight. All around the three of you were completely normal night sounds. If anyone happened upon you, they wouldn’t think anything was amiss.

But previously you had been minding your own business driving your camper van along I-90 through Minnesota toward South Dakota for your next work assignment. Next thing you knew the world went bright and suddenly you were definitely not in Minnesota, and nearly hitting the two men you were currently camping with. Once you stopped the van, and once your heart stopped beating like it was staging a coup against your rib cage, you saw Geralt approaching your van with a sword drawn. Immediately you jumped to grab the one weapon you had: your nail bat wrapped with barbed wire (what could you say? You were a fan of, and inspired by, both Stranger Things and The Walking Dead, and you hated guns). You had jumped out of the van to confront both men. Some tense words had been exchanged, but when it became clear you weren't a threat, Jaskier managed to talk Geralt into standing down. All you could really say at that point was “What the fuck?”, “Where the fuck?”, “Who the fuck?”, and after noticing how they were dressed, “When the fuck?”

There was shock on all sides when the three of you realized what had happened. And then another question was added to the list: How the fuck?

To your credit you only nearly fainted.

But once the shock wore off, you started to panic. How were you supposed to make it in a world like this? You came from a world with indoor plumbing and vaccines and being able to change your underwear every day. The people of this world probably still believed in the four humors. How would you adjust? How would you survive?

Jaskier was the one to approach you and try to calm you down. He went to talk to Geralt out of your earshot and when they came back, they invited you to come along with them, at least until they could find someone who might be able to help you.

You are not an idiot. You were a woman who up to that point had been traveling the United States alone in a van. You’d come across your fair share of suspicious and scary situations. That’s why you had the nail bat. You’d learned to listen to your instincts and heed any alarm bells in your head.

When you looked at Geralt and Jaskier, there were no alarm bells. So you agreed to accompany them. It’s not like you had any better options. You went back into your van, packed some essentials in a backpack, changed into more suitable clothing, and abandoned your van where it crashed.

And so here you were now, truly roughing it in a new world with a bard and…..whatever Geralt was (you still weren’t clear on that part).

You couldn’t sleep, of course. Your mind was still racing. You tossed and turned unable to relax enough to drift off. Your brain just couldn’t reconcile the fact that you are in a completely different world. We’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto. This story was The Wizard of Oz, and you were Dorothy, Geralt was definitely the Tin Man, but you couldn’t decide if Jaskier was the Cowardly Lion or the Scarecrow.

With sleep utterly escaping you, you rolled onto your back to stargaze. Because of the lack of light pollution, the view was incredible. Billions of stars twinkled in the sky for your viewing pleasure. The moon was full tonight as well, shining bright and casting plenty of light on the world below. But the more you gazed, the more panic started to bubble in your chest again. It’s not like you expected the night sky to be the same in a different world, but now it was obvious. There was no Orion, no Cassiopeia, no Ursa Major or Minor. Nothing in the sky was familiar to you. The stars were different. The moon was different. The world was different.

You really weren’t in Kansas anymore.

Trying to keep your breathing even so you wouldn’t hyperventilate, you scrambled out of your sleeping bag with all the grace of a convulsing newborn giraffe and raced off to a nearby rock formation so you could have your anxiety attack in peace and privacy.

As you hurry away from camp, Jaskier calls for you, his voice full of confusion and concern. “Where are you going? Are you all right?”

“The stars are different!” Is what you shouted back over your shoulder, your voice cracking with panic.

A pause. “What?”

You spun around and pointed up at the sky. “The. Stars. Are. Different!” You repeated, as if that’ll explain what you mean. You whipped around toward the way you were heading and continued toward the rock formation. You walked around to the far side—out of sight from Geralt and Jaskier—and slumped against the wall of one of the boulders, finally allowing the tears to fall freely.

The sobs that escaped you were ugly and anguished. You were feeling sorry for yourself, but you also thought of your friends and family back home. How they would eventually realize you were missing, how detectives and the police would investigate your disappearance, how there would be no trace of you, how everyone you loved would never know what happened to you and whether or not you were okay. These thoughts cut you to the bone. All you wanted was to go home, but all you could do right now was cry behind a rock and feel sorry for yourself.

Footsteps approached and you quickly wiped at your face and took some deep breaths to calm your crying. You’re not sure why you cared, but you didn’t want Geralt and Jaskier to think you were some blubbering baby. . You didn’t want them to think you were going to be a burden.

Jaskier rounded the corner, and you huffed in annoyance, crossing your arms over your chest. This pity party didn’t allow for guests. You just wanted to be left alone. To his credit, Jaskier looked sheepish at his intrusion. He gave you a bashful little smile, but the look on his face became concerned.

“I know this is a stupid question,” he said, “but are you all right?”

You shot him an incredulous look. “Oh, yeah, I’m just peachy,” you spat sarcastically.

Jaskier held up his hands in a placating way. “Right. Yeah. In my defense, I did say it was a stupid question”.

“And you weren’t wrong”.

The bard sighed. He looked like a kicked puppy.

“Sorry,” you mumbled. “I swear I’m not normally like this. It’s just—”

“No, no, I understand. I suppose I’d also be a bit surly if I was in your place,” Jaskier said. His eyes met yours, and you could see the empathy in the cornflower blue depths. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

You made a sound that was somewhere between a scoff and a bitter chuckle. “Send me back home?” You asked with a wan smile, knowing full well it was impossible for Jaskier to accomplish.

He chuckled. “I would if I could,” he assured you earnestly, and you believed him. “Unfortunately I am but a humble bard, and traveling between worlds is just slightly beyond my abilities”.

“Only slightly?” You teased lightly. “You must be quite the bard, in that case”.

Jaskier smiled. “Perhaps I could serenade you with a soothing song? I’m much more confident about doing that”.

“That’s very sweet of you, Jaskier, but I’m not in the mood for music right now,” you said. “Maybe once the shock of everything has worn off”.

Silence fell between you two. Jaskier was fidgeting like he wanted to say something, but couldn’t find the right words. You scrubbed a hand over your face, also at a loss for words.The tension was uncomfortable, so you let out a little groan of frustration.

“Fuck, I could use a hug right now,” you said, raking a hand through your hair.

Jaskier paused, thinking. He nodded resolutely. “I can do that”.

Your eyes shot to the bard, and you laughed nervously. “Oh, uh, no, that’s okay. I was just being facetious. I wasn’t actually asking”.

Jaskier approached you with his arms open. “Nope. No take-backs. You requested a hug, and a hug you shall have”. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you into an embrace. For the first few minutes, you were rigid in his arms, unsure of what to do, but then you figured what the hell, and wrapped your arms around Jaskier’s waist and relaxed into him. The two of you stood like that for a while, and you had to admit, it was comforting. Jaskier had a warm, welcoming air about him that transferred easily into his embrace. Little by little you were able to calm down.

You’re the one who broke the silence first. “I’m never going home, am I?”

Jaskier held you tighter. “I don’t know”. He started rubbing your back in soothing circles. “But Geralt and I will look after you. We’ll figure something out,” he promised you.

You snorted. “Something tells me Geralt won’t be enthusiastic about that”.

“I know Geralt seems like he’s unbearably crotchety and cantankerous,” Jaskier said, trailing off at the end.

You waited for Jaskier to finish the statement. When he didn’t, you asked, “And?”

“No, that’s it. He’s unbearably crotchety and cantankerous”.

A small laugh bubbled out of you in spite of your mood, and Jaskier chuckled along with you.

“Ah, there we are. A smile and a laugh,” Jaskier said. He pulled away from you, still holding you by your shoulders, and gently smiled down at you. “In all seriousness, Geralt fancies himself a stoic mutant who doesn’t feel normal human emotions, but he does care, even though he’ll never admit it. He—we—will make sure you find your footing in this world until we find a way to send you back to yours”.

His words touched you. You’d known this man for less than a day, and he was doing his best to make sure you were okay. The last vestiges of your anxiety melted away, and you finally felt a sense of calm.

“Feeling better?” Jaskier asked you.

Nodding, you replied, “Yeah, I am”. You gave him a small smile. “Thank you”.

He returned your smile. “It’s no trouble at all”. He put one arm around your shoulders and started leading you back to camp”.

Geralt gave you both a look when you returned. Jaskier gave him one back and the Witcher replied with one of his signature grunts . You ignored the exchange, and snuggled back into your sleeping bag. Once settled, you closed your eyes and tried to fall asleep, but you were distracted by shuffling noises on Jaskier’s side of camp. Next thing you knew, the bard was laying out his bedroll next to your sleeping bag and setting his lute next to your backpack. He laid down next to you, settling himself down for the night. The two of you laid on your backs next to each other, gazing at the stars.

Jaskier raised his arm and pointed to a group of stars. “That’s the Winter Maiden,” he said, and told you the story. He points out other constellations and explains the lore to you. You do your best to listen, but after awhile, sleep finally sneaks up on you. That’s how you finally drift off, with the stars in your eyes and Jaskier’s voice in your ears, bringing you the comfort you sorely needed.

[astaldis]

Chapters: 1/1    Words: 1,339 Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jaskier | Dandelion/Reader, Jaskier | Dandelion/You Additional Tags: Smut, Fluff and Smut, Vaginal Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Orgasm, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn 

Summary: Water is dripping from your body as you emerge from the waves. You gaze around, wet, disoriented and amazed. Where are you? What happened? And why on earth are you mother-naked?

On the beach you meet a stranger with a weird instrument. It is Jaskier, the man of your dreams. Or is he a dream?

[write-ur-wrongs]

Happy holidays to all celebrating this week! ✨ I’m lucky enough to be off until the new year and I seriously miss writing and want to dive back in! I’m still very much inspired by the Witcher and have a few story requests in my inbox I want to write and a few prompts from my reblogs I want to revisit.

If you’ve sent me a request, I promise I haven’t forgotten you!! I never want to put out something I’m not proud of and want to honour your requests as best I can 🥺

With that said, if you’d like to send me a request from any prompt list or for an idea of your own please feel free!!!

[sunsoaked-feathers]

*cutely adds to my sleep fic board*

Flower and Flame

Jaskier x gn!Reader 

Summary: Jaskier is dealing with the trauma of his torture at the hand of Rience and you do what you can to ease his suffering

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: references to panic attacks, light season 2 spoilers, canon-divergence

A/N: I binge-watched The Witcher over Christmas while I had Covid and was isolating in my bedroom, and I am now in love with one (1) adorable bard, and this just kinda happened - I hope you enjoy! I know nothing about the Witcher books or games, this is purely based on the Netflix show!

Since being tortured by Rience, Jaskier has been very wary of fire. He hasn’t outwardly admitted it to you or Geralt, but you don’t miss the way he flinches when a campfire crackles and hisses loudly or when a large flame jumps upwards unexpectedly. When you settle for the night in the forest, he’ll always be the furthest away from the fire of the three of you.

He downplays what happened to him and will brush it off with some witty comment when it’s brought up, but you can tell it truly haunts Jaskier. There have been several nights where he’s awoken from a nightmare and he’s panting and as soon as he spots the campfire, panic rises throughout his body until he remembers where he is and calms down again. And those are only a handful of times you’ve been awake to see it so you have no idea how often it is actually happening.

You’ve taken it upon yourself to put yourself between Jaskier and fire whenever you can. When there’s a campfire at night, you make sure you set up your bedroll between Jaskier and the fire, to block his view of it as much as you can. If you’re staying in an inn, you’ll pick whichever chair or bed is closest to the fireplace so he never has to be too near it. If you’re somewhere where there are lots of candles burning, you do your best to stay near Jaskier so you can distract his wandering gaze from the small flames with little jokes, anecdotes and meaningless conversations.

He has definitely noticed, and his heart swells everytime you do it. He so desperately wants to thank you for it, but then that means he has to admit that he’s struggling and he doesn’t want to admit that to anyone, not even to himself.

He’s not ready for that conversation yet.

He’s not ready to admit the feelings he has for you yet, either.

However, one night he just can’t hide it anymore.

Keep reading

[tielmamon]

hand slipped

[perseruna]

a shard of ice & eternal flame

[sabbqj]

Done!

GERALT OF RIVIA

I will be grateful for any interaction with this post <3

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 131

Jasker is a dragon, sure. But he prefers his human form. He prefers pretty clothing and lutes over his scales and wings. He hasn't a hoard yet. He thinks. He's never truly cared for gold, though he knows that not all dragons have hoards of gold. That's just the default. What if he did have a hoard, and it just wasn't some boring old gold pieces? At first he thought his hoard must be his many exuberant outfits, but when he got into a scuffle and one outfit was ruined, he was disappointed but that was it. There was no anguish, no mourning, no big depressive meltdown over it's destruction... So probably not a hoard. Just an interest. He then thought it must be his songs. But when he heard a bard in some town playing one of his songs, he didn't erupt into scales and roars. He didn't burn down a city. He didn't even rip out his hair or anything. He wasn't even mad. He thinks you'd be more possessive and jealous over a hoard. He was mostly proud. The bard said it was a song he didn't write, he said it was by Jaskier, and he sang it quite well. But even if he didn't do any of those things, Jaskier would be mad, sure, maybe even mad, but never MAD. He thought of lovers being his hoard, but the thought went away very quickly. None of his lovers stay, and though it stings sometimes, he thinks he'd be flinging himself off a cliff if a treasure of his hoard literally got up and walked away from him. And then one day he meets a Witcher. The witcher looks at him with these piercing golden eyes, and Jaskier feels an audible shift in his soul, his being. He found it. His treasure. Maybe witchers are his hoard, and Geralt is just his first one. Maybe his hoard is just friends he meets. He doesn't know, all he knows is that he can't stop himself from staring at the gold of Geralt's eyes. Perhaps Jaskier does care for gold.

[moonlightpirate]

Inkpot Gods Chapter 2

Its finally here! Sorry for the delay guys! This chapter is what happens while you and Jaskier wait for Geralt and Yennefer and part of this is based on this moodboard by @sweetpeapod master list post here for chapter one ao3 link here

You woke up groggy and uncertain where you were, your last memory was of Jaskier telling to you about how he met Geralt. You look around wondering where Jaskier was. Gasping, you clutch your side as the pain reminds you of your recent injury. 

"Oh, good you're awake, I was getting worried." You heard Jaskier say. 

The ground beneath you was damp and hard. You could hear what sounded like waves. It looked like you may be in a cave but you had no idea where Jaskier was.

"Jaskier?! Where are we? What happened? Where are you?"

He appeared by your side faster than you expected, "You passed out before we got here. This is a safe spot that Geralt showed me a while back. It's sort of like a cave, but it's really well hidden. I'll show you when you're healed." Jaskier helped you to sit up and he put a gentle hand on your side where he had attempted to bandage your injury over your dress, "I didn't want to pry, so I just tried to wrap the wounds so they would hopefully start to heal. How are you feeling?". 

"I'm not sure. It still hurts." You take some of the bandages off, "looks like I've stopped bleeding at least. How long was I out?"

"About a day, I just cooked up some fish. I have some bread, if you're hungry that is."

"I'm so hungry, thank you." You smile up at him. 

His face lights up as he grabs the food, and sets it on a makeshift plate in front of you. You eat faster than usual, as the smell of the food makes you realize how hungry you are. After you finish, you both sit together in silence, unsure of what to say. 

"How long should we wait for Geralt? Or for Yennefer?" You finally inquire. 

"Honestly, I'm not sure. I figure I'll give it a week, maybe less, depending on how you are feeling." He looks at you with such care on his face. 

You smile at him and nod, still feeling anxious about being here. 

"Also, how are we going to trust them? My parents are convinced it's a shapeshifter that is after me. Do you have any questions you could ask them to confirm their identity?"

Jaskier pondered the question for a moment, "I think so. But please get some rest so you can heal."

Three days pass, and you finally feel healed enough to step outside the cave area to see just how concealed it was. It wasn't far from a beachy area, allowing you and Jaskier to work together to catch some fish to eat. You knew more about plants than he did, and found some edible berries, and other plants to add more than just fish and bread to your diets. To be safe, the two of you didn't really light a fire, especially at night. The cold made cuddling close to Jaskier a necessity, to borrow his body heat.

"You know, I promised to teach you how to sword fight. If we don't hear from Geralt, and decide to leave, it may not hurt for me to show you some moves. Especially since I don't think I'm quite strong enough to save us both in a worst case scenario."

Jaskiers face lit up at the proposal, "Yes, I would quite like that. May help me out some in the future."

"You mean as the sandpiper right?" You ask, you had heard your mother talking about the Sandpiper months ago, and now wondered if it was Jaskier she was talking about.

"How do you know about that?", he inquired looking at you first in shock then looking down at the floor sheepishly, "Honestly, it really is just a title. It's nothing that great." Jaksier blushes.

"Nothing great? You've been saving elves who are being tortured! It truly is a great thing that you are doing. Honestly, I just guessed. I heard my mother say that the sandpiper was someone close to Geralt, so I had a feeling it was you."

You both look at each other for a moment. It's obvious Jaskier is a bit nervous now that you know who he is. You gently place a hand on his shoulder, to show him some comfort.

After a bit, you finally decide to lie down. You were uncertain how much longer it was after you fell asleep, that you felt him lay down next to you, and pull you close to him. You blushed and tried to make it seem as though you were still asleep, as you enjoyed the feeling of his strong arms around you. Oh how you wished this moment would last forever.

The next day after breakfast you started to show Jaskier how best to wield a sword. 

After a few hours of practicing, Jaskier heard you laughing and sighed, "What am I doing wrong now?"

"That's not a good stance, or a good way to hold a sword. Here, let me show you."

You walk up to Jaskier, and gently use your hands to move his arms into a better position, and use your foot to guide his legs into a strong stance. Jaskier closed his eyes, he couldn't deny that your touch felt amazing on his skin. 

"How's that feeling?" You smile, stepping back and admiring his stance. 

"To be honest, it feels weird."

"Try taking a few hits on that tree there. You'll see what I mean." You laugh.

With one fluid motion, Jaskier hits the tree with the sword, and gasps in shock as he makes a dent in the wood.

"Yes! See? Now take a step back, and do it again." You cheer. 

You spent the next two days perfecting his sword skills. At the end of the second day, you decided to fake a fight, so he could get the feel of fighting someone else. Of course, between the injury on your side, and to make him feel better about himself, you definitely didn't use your whole strength against him. 

"What is going on here?" A female voice inquired. 

"Oh Yennefer thank goodness where's Geralt?" Jaskier asked, dropping the sword. 

"He's not here with you guys?"

"Do you see him anywhere?" You reply sarcastically. 

Yennefer shot you an evil glare before looking back at Jaskier. 

"I need to go find him. You are both safer here, unless the fighting I saw you doing wasn't a good sign."

"I was showing him how to sword fight so he can defend himself! Let us come with you to find Geralt!" You shout at her. 

"No! I barely even want to leave Jaskier with you! Someone needs to go check on Geralt and it will be better if it's just me rather than all of us."

You glare at Yennefer. She was definitely hiding something from you. Before you can say anything, a man appears behind her.

"No one needs to come looking for me. I am here."

It was Geralt. You look at Jaskier and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Remember to ask him the question, this could be an imposter." You whispered to him. 

Jaskier nodded, "Geralt it's great to see you! But before we continue this reunion, to be safe, I have a question for you."

"Hmm?" Geralt grunted, looking annoyed. 

"So, when you first met me in Posada, what did you tell me you smelled like?" Jaskier inquired with a sly grin on his face. 

"Really Jaskier?" Geralt sighed, " It probably was onions." 

"Yennefer the first time I met you after you healed me, what were the lyrics I sang to you?"

Yennefer rolled her eyes, "Toss a coin to your witcher, oh valley of penis."

"Perfect, you both passed the test!"

"Where are my father and mother?!" You shout. 

"I am exhausted from the battle, and I need to rest. Then you can ask questions." Geralt grumbled pushing past you and Jaskier, into the cave.

You look at Jaskier, and then Yennefer, feeling hurt and worried. Yennefer just nodded her head to acknowledge she knew your concerns, and made her way into the cave behind Geralt.

You collapse to the ground trying to hold back your tears, as the fear of your parents being dead hit you. Jaskier gently knelt on the ground next to you, putting his arm around you in an attempt to comfort you.

A few days passed and Geralt still wouldn't give you a straight answer about what happened to your family. Yennefer seemed to also do everything she could to keep you and Jaskier apart. Did she know about the prophecy? Was she trying to prevent it? You weren't sure, but right now all you felt was the rising anger in you.