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Memories of you

Synopsis: After an accident, you forget the love of your life Peter. Thankfully Spiderman talks some sense into you. Pairings: Fem Reader x Spiderman Warnings: Angst, a small bit of fluff. Mentions of guns, violence and blood. Three cuss words (Although two of them are the same word) AN: I love Spiderman. I wrote this with Andrew!Peter in mind and I mention the skateboard but I guess if you ignore that part it could be for any Peter. This is also my first Spiderman fic Words: 7.5K Now "Peter Parker, I swear if you don't get to this restaurant in the next ten minutes I'm going to kill you." You laughed down the phone. You were sat in a fancy restaurant at a table for two. The waiters had come past many times trying to take your order. "Come on Y/N, you know what it's like. Crime never sleeps!" He argued back. You could tell by the sound of his voice that he was swinging. "You'll be sleeping on the couch at this rate." You jokingly threatened. Both of you knew you didn't really mean it.

"Y/N!" He gasped with mockery. "How could you? It's our wedding anniversary and you're threatening me with the couch?" "You've got 8 minutes now or it's the couch." You hung up the phone with a smile on your face.

Yes, you were married to the masked superhero spiderman. You could barely believe it at first. You had bumped into Peter Parker at college. Your parents wanted you to take a law degree but you had dabbled in science instead. Now you taught at one of the local schools passing on that passion that you had.

But, you had to get there first and at college, science wasn't your strongest suit. You were good at it at school but now at degree level... Not so much.

A few years ago You had been looking blankly at the sheet of paper in front of you when someone pulled you out of your thoughts. "Are you okay?" This man had asked you. You looked up at him and were almost flawed by his presence. He had a concerned but cheeky smile on his face. You blinked at him a few times. Not giving an answer. Maybe you were stunned by his beauty because you had been looking at the stupid sheet in front of you, or maybe he was really attractive. Both, it was probably both.

"Are you... Okay?" He prompted again, now slightly more worried than he had been before. You realized you had been staring at him. "Oh! Yeah. I'm... great." You grimaced. "Just hoping the knowledge will flow into my brain via osmosis." "Diffusion." He put his bag down on a seat. "Do you mind if I sit?" He pointed to the seat opposite you. "Huh?" Was all you could manage in response. You probably were crazy. You were going to scare him off. He sat down with a laugh

"Osmosis," He explained, "Is only for water. If it's anything else, it's diffusion. So for example, plant roots absorbing water from the soil is Osmosis. An example of diffusion is the flavoring of tea coming out of a tea leaf. So for the knowledge to leave the page and enter your head, would be diffusion." "Right." You nodded at the stranger in front of you. "Well... I'm hoping the knowledge will hurry up and diffuse because I've got an exam coming up and I don't understand. No, that's the wrong word. I do understand its just..." You motioned with your hands. "I can't... Diffuse the information back out. I know the answer but I can't explain the answer. Does that make sense?"

The stranger closed one eye. Almost in thought himself. "In a very odd way, yes. Yes it does." "I am so sorry. I'm Y/N." You stretched your arm out for him to shake. He took it with a smile. "I'm Peter. We have some classes together." "We do? I promise I'm not usually this airheaded. I'm just burnt out I think." He only smiled at this.

Peter enjoyed watching people. That was his thing. He was a people watcher. He took photos at school. Both for the school and for himself. He was always seen with his camera. In a way, it was how he got to know people. From a distance and then he introduced himself. Some people thought it was creepy. He didn't mean it to be in the slightest. But it was his way of getting to know people.

He had spotted you one day in class. You were so absorbed in the teacher. You were listening to every word they said, unlike most of the people in the class - admittingly that included him. Other people were doodling, texting, and watching videos. You were giving all of your attention to the teacher. You were paying so much attention you forgot to write your notes. He enjoyed watching you a lot. So when today, you looked frustrated he wanted to help you.

"How about," He raised an eyebrow at you. "We go grab some coffee and we can go over the textbook together with a fresh pair of eyes. We could be study buddies. I have the same exam coming up that you do." "Peter, I think you are on to something." You nodded.

Your study sessions together evolved. They started at a coffee shop, moved to the library which then moved into the dorms. "Come on." Peter nudged you, "Explain it to me again." You were both laid on the floor surrounded by notes. You found that explaining it to Peter was easier than trying to reason with it in your own head. You began to explain it to him when you noticed that he wasn't listening to you. He was just staring at you with a goofy smile on his face. You internally laughed before trying something out.

"And then, when you add Oxygen to the equation right... I kiss Peter for being such a great help to me these past few weeks and then he's amazed by my kissing skills so immediately asks me to be his girlfriend then we get married and have ten children. Does that sound right to you?" "Yeah." He nods. You began to laugh hysterically as he looked at you confused. It took him a few moments to realize what you had said.

He began to look at you with a serious look. It stopped you from laughing and you began to blush. The look was so intimate. Almost like he was looking into your soul. He leaned forward and kissed you softly. So soft it was almost like he wasn't touching you at all but at the same time it was so intense. You rolled over onto your back, pulling him with you. The kiss became rougher. Your notes were forgotten.

You began dating, you aced all of your exams and Peter helped to get you into the teaching life. He had said you explaining everything to him had helped him learn too. As things became more serious and you spent more time together you began to notice things. He would arrive to dates slightly out of breath. He would end dates suddenly promising to make it up to you. When you lay in bed together you noticed faint bruises on his torso. After a year of it you began to question things.

"Peter." You said seriously. "Y/N." He replied trying to use the same tone you had. "Why are you covered in bruises?" You asked. He looked at you perplexed. He shook his head. "I always fall off my skateboard. You know me." He shrugged with a smile. You weren't convinced. "Peter. I do know you, and I know when you are lying. Please, Peter. I love you." You gasped realizing what you just said. You'd not said it before. This was the first time.

Peter's eyes became soft and he stepped closer to you placing his hands on either side of your face, stroking your cheeks with his fingers. "You love me?" He asked. It was almost a silent whisper. If you weren't as close as you had been then you wouldn't have heard him. Not at all. You nodded.

"Of course I do Peter. How could I not? I love you so much, but when you lie to me... It hurts Peter. I understand if you don't feel the same way." You began to pull back from him when he held onto your hand. Willing you to stay. "No, no, no, please Y/N. I love you too. I feel the same. When I look at you I feel like my heart might burst." His hands were shaking. To be honest so were yours.

"Then why are you lying to me? Is it something bad? We can work it out together." He looked lost for a moment. Lost in his own head. Contemplating. He didn't want to put you in danger. Everyone who ever knew ended up hurt, he didn't want you hurt. But also he didn't want to lose you.

"I'm gonna tell you. I'm gonna tell you. Just, don't hate me." "I don't think that's possible Peter." You affirmed. He took a deep breath and shook his hands. "I'm... I'm spiderman." He looked at you. You looked at him. You were silent for a few seconds before laughing.

"Peter I'm being serious. I'm really concerned and you're saying stuff like that! Come on, please." "I am being serious." He didn't join in your laughter. He took one of your hands in his, and with his other he stretched it out and webs shot out of it.

"Woah!" You exclaimed. You looked at where the webs landed then down at his wrist. You ran your hands over his sleeve to reveal a little wrist contraption. "How have I not noticed that before?" You pondered more to yourself but it still got a chuckle out of him.

"I don't wear it all the time. And I've been doing this for years now. I'm good at hiding it." You were still running your hands over his wrist trying to figure it out. "What are you thinking?" He nudged his nose against yours given your close proximity.

"You're spiderman." You said in awe. "I am." "I'm dating spiderman." "You are."

Now

And now you were sat in a restaurant waiting to celebrate your wedding anniversary. You had accepted long ago you had to share your husband with the people of New York. It wasn't always easy but Peter always made it up to you. You felt loved and cared for which is all you could ever ask.

"EVERYONE ON THE FLOOR!" A group of men came in shouting. Everyone looked startled. They had guns. "WE SAID ON THE FLOOR!" You all quickly got to the floor. A kid who was sitting with his mom at the next table began to wail in fright.

"It's okay Josh." His mom cooed. "SHUT THAT KID UP!" One of the men shouted walking towards the child and therefore you. The mother began to wail too. Frightened for her child and her own life. "Hey you'll be okay." You smiled at the boy. Fighting your own tears.

"Is this boy yours?" The gunned man asked kneeling down. You couldn't see his face for the mask but you knew he was annoyed. "No but..." You started. You were smacked in the temple with the hilt of the gun. There was a horrible noise and the world went strange. You could feel the blood coming out of the open wound.

"Mom look! Spiderman!" You heard the child exclaim. "Spiderman?" The gunned man questioned. "How'd he get here so fast?" Of course. He was already on his way here to meet you. He must have seen the commotion. "You're in trouble." You remarked. You don't know what happened after that. Other than the feeling of being hit again in the same spot as before

The next thing you were aware of was beeping. A constant beeping. What was that? Everything was dark but that beeping was shrill. How could you stop it? You realized your eyes were shut. Was the beeping your alarm? Last you knew your alarm was some cheesy pop song, although you couldn't place which one. You opened your eyes slowly. You were met by a harsh light. You winced and held your hand to your face. That's when you noticed a wire, your eyes followed it to see that you were hooked up to machines and other equipment. You began to panic. What happened? There was a guy sleeping in a chair next to your bed. You considered waking him up but a nurse came into the room instead.

"Y/N. You're awake. How are you?" The nurse put her hand on your shoulder in an attempt to soothe you. It didn't help. "Where am I?" In the commotion, the guy in the chair woke up. "Y/N!" He shouted with glee. You winced at his loudness. He leaned forward to kiss you gently but the nurse held up her hand to stop him.

"I still need to check her over before you get your hands on her." There was a playful tone in her warning. "Excuse me sorry." You interrupted with a forced smile. "Where am I!?" "You're in the hospital. There was an accident. An armed robbery, you helped protect a child and you got hurt. But thankfully spiderman was there to save you." She had a smile on her face.

"Spider who?" You were too focused on the nurse to notice Peter tense up. "Spiderman, New York's very own superhero. He saved you. You lucky thing." "I have no idea what you're talking about," You blankly replied. It was the nurse's turn to go stiff. "Y/N, what year is it?" You thought for a moment. "I don't know." You whispered. "I don't know. Why don't I know?" The nurse rubbed your shoulder "I'll go fetch a doctor. They will be happy to know you're awake." And she quickly left the room.

There was a strange silence. The guy who had been sleeping on the chair was looking at you. You cleared your throat. "Were you involved too? In the robbery?" He shook his head. Not sure what to say. If you didn't know who spiderman was... did you know who he was? When you met, Spiderman had been around for a few years. "Oh." Was all you said. Why was he here? If he wasn't involved then why? Was he a doctor? No, he wasn't in scrubs and the nurse wouldn't have had to fetch a doctor if he was already here.

The door opened and some old balding man came in wearing scrubs. "Mrs Parker, I'm glad to see you're awake." You didn't say anything. You looked around the room to see if anyone else was in the room. No, it was just you and this guy. "I'm sorry. I think you looked at the wrong file. I'm not Mrs. Parker. I'm Y/N Y/L/N." "Y/N." The doctor said in a soothing voice. The same one the nurse had used. "I'm afraid that there's been some damage to your brain. You don't know the date do you?" "No. I don't." You agreed. Then you paused. You didn't know what your phone ring tone was, you didn't know the date, you didn't know the guy standing next to your bed... the doctor called you Mrs. Parker...

You looked at the guy's hand. He had a wedding ring on. You were almost too frightened to look at your own hand, but you had to. Your eyes wandered down and there it was. A wedding ring. Right there on your finger. You hadn't noticed it before and now you couldn't help but notice it. Suddenly it became too tight. It was going to cut the circulation off your finger. You tried to get it off but it wouldn't budge. You were beginning to hurt yourself.

"Y/N!" The guy called out. There was something in his voice that helped calm you. He took your hand and took the ring off it for you with ease. You looked down at the little indent in your finger. You must have been wearing it for a while. You were too busy looking at your now bare hand to notice Peter was crying. He held tightly onto the ring. When he put it on you years ago, he never thought he would help you take it off.

"Y/N." The doctor said slowly. You looked up at him but you still were rubbing your finger. "I'll need to run some more tests but it seems you do have some memory loss. Hopefully, these tests can figure out how much damage has been done." "Will she... er... Get them back." The guy asked. He rubbed his nose and coughed to hide the fact that he was crying. "It's hard to say." The doctor answered honestly. "With this, she could get them back by tonight or not at all. I'm sorry I can't be more of a help. I'll be back in a few minutes. If you need anything don't hesitate to ring the call button." He gave a quick smile before he was off.

There was silence in the room. Well, except for the sniffing coming from the guy. It wasn't in your nature to let people suffer. You just couldn't. "I feel horrible for asking this. But what is your name?" You finally asked. He looked up at you. His eyes were bloodshot. "Peter, Peter Parker." Instinctively you held your arm out for him to shake. "I'm Y/N Y/L/N." He looked at your hand for a moment. Memories going through his mind. But not yours. He shook it slowly. "But I guess I'm Y/N Parker. You're my husband?" He nodded.

"That's crazy." You said more to yourself. "I woke up married. It's like that show, married at first sight." You laughed but he did not. "Sorry." You apologized. "How long have we been married?" "3 years yesterday." He answered. He was still not looking at you directly. He was looking at the hospital bed. "3 years yesterday... Am I ugly?" That caused him to look at you. "What?" "You won't look at me. Did I grow up to be ugly?"

He sat down on the chair next to your bed again and took your hand in his. It felt odd to you. The way he was holding on for dear life but you felt strange. "Y/N. You are not ugly. It's just... You don't know who I am and it's breaking my heart. It's also breaking my heart to see what that man did to you. I should have been there. With you. It's my fault." "Well... I can't say much about you because, well I can't. I just met you. But unless you were the guy with the gun. You didn't do this to me." You soothed. "Although I want to see what my face looks like. Is there a mirror or..." He passed you a phone. It had no buttons. How would you get the home screen up? As you lifted the phone it lit up by itself and unlocked.

You easily got the camera open and looked at yourself. To say you had a black eye would be an understatement. It was so dark and it covered most of the left side of your face. You were almost convinced you could see the shape of the handle. "Now that's what I call a shiner." You gasped. Peter stood up suddenly. "It's not funny Y/N!" Normally he would love your humor and sarcastic jokes but right now he couldn't take it. How could you joke in a moment like this? "I'm sorry." You put the phone down. You felt like your dad was scolding you for staying out too late with your friends. "No. Don't be sorry." He sighed. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have shouted."

The doctor came back in to do your tests.

A week had passed since then. The doctor was satisfied with your health, minus the memory loss. He did hope your memory would return and he did give you some exercises to try and help you. He also gave you his number and office hours if you needed anything. Right now you were in the back of a taxi going to an apartment that Peter called home. From your point of view was just an apartment. Peter paid the taxi driver and you both got out. The apartment wasn't a grand one. It was okay. You wondered what you had thought of it before the accident. Peter noticed your face.

"This is the best we can do on our wages." He was almost embarrassed. "What do we do?" "I'm a photographer for the daily bugle and you're a middle school teacher." "I'm a what? I'm not a lawyer?" He almost chuckled at your response. "No. You hate law." "I hate law?" He nodded at you before leading you into the apartment block. You walked up a few flights of stairs before he lead you to a door. He opened it and let you go first.

On the walls were photos of you and Peter. Some looked older, some looked newer. How long had Peter been in your life? You had been married for 3 years but how long before that had you dated? You stopped at a photo of you both drinking from the same milkshake with giant straws. neither of you were looking at the camera. Just smiling at each other. You smiled at it. You looked very happy in that photo. Peter stood behind you.

"The lady who took that photo worked at the diner. I've known her forever. She saw how happy we looked and she snuck the photo while we didn't notice." "We look so happy. I think this might be my favorite of all the photos here." Peter made a noise with his nose. "That photo was always your favorite." "Nice to see my head, even empty, still has taste." There you were again. Making jokes like this didn't matter. The air became stiff. You coughed and moved on.

The rest of the apartment looked well-loved. There were dishes in the sink. Clothes waiting to be washed. A collection of books and DVDs. "Can I have a nap? I'm exhausted." "Yeah. That's not a problem. I'll make dinner." Peter wandered towards the kitchen while you stood still. "Peter." You got his attention. He looked up at you with loving eyes. Despite not knowing this man at all you couldn't help but melt at the way he looked at you. Yes, it was odd but you had accepted that. But it was also sweet. "I don't know where the bedroom is."

"Of course! It's just... Wait. Wait right there one moment." He ran off in front of you and disappeared into a room. He had to hide his Spiderman suits. While he trusted you more than anything and anyone in the world. You currently had no memory. He didn't know what you were like before you met. What if you saw the suits and suddenly the secret was out? He hid them under the floorboards, the place he normally put them when you had guests. He came rushing back out and called you over.

"Did you have to hide your mistress?" You asked. Normally he would run with the joke. Tell you he had at least one mistress for each day of the week, but he didn't. He was worried that you wouldn't run with the joke. What if you thought he really did have a mistress? "I'm joking Peter." You reassured. He only nodded. You hated it. Could you not make jokes anymore? Was your life before the accident void of all jokes? You huffed and brushed past him. You closed the door behind you leaving him on the other side. This was going to take a while.

Later that night you both ate in silence. Nothing could be heard except the sounds of cutlery hitting off plates. You wanted to compliment him on his cooking. This was delicious. But the air was so thick. You hoped your first date with him wasn't this awkward. As soon as dinner had finished you excused yourself back to your room. Part of you hoped Peter would follow you. You didn't want to sleep with him in the way a married couple would. But the thought of sleeping alone was upsetting. You didn't know why. To you all nights so far except the odd sleepover, you had slept alone. So why tonight did it feel so strange?

Peter was on the other side of the door having a similar crisis to you. He wanted nothing more than to lie in your bed together and hold you in his arms. Since you woke up a week ago he hardly interacted with you. He was always in the corner watching you, willing for you to remember. He almost felt selfish. He wanted you to get your memories back for your own sake of course, but he just wanted you to smile at him like you used to. Now if you even glance at him, it's the smile you would give a stranger in passing.

Peter raised his hand to knock but decided against it. He shook his head and made his way to the couch. "You'll be sleeping on the couch at this rate...You've got 8 minutes now or it's the couch." Your words that night swam around in his head. You were joking, you couldn't see the future. But you were right. He had been too long, it had taken him too long to get to you and you almost died and now here he was. On the couch. Why did he put spiderman first? One night a year is your anniversary, he could have stopped for one night. Well... He hadn't left your side at the hospital. Spiderman had been missing for a week. You needed him. Everything else would have to wait.

You sat on the bed, your phone in your hand. Your lock screen was a selfie of you and Peter. Proof that he was someone important in your life. You flicked through the gallery on your phone and there was an entire life you didn't know on there. Photos of study notes, photos of Peter asleep on top of study notes, coffee dates, graduation, your engagement... Your wedding... You quickly closed the app getting overwhelmed but, you didn't lock the screen. You opened up the browser and looked up 'Spiderman'. This person had saved your life and apparently, they were a big deal. You should see what the fuss was about.

'Spiderman still missing.' 'Spiderman's absence is felt amongst everyone' 'Webhead Spiderman officially retired?' These were all headlines that popped up. You didn't click on any of them. Instead, you pressed videos and watched them closely. This guy was impressive! You could see why so many people admired him. The more videos you watched the more enamored you became with him. He had saved your life. How could you ever thank him? You locked your phone and settled off to sleep. All while Peter stayed wide awake on the couch.

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More days passed and your memory still had not returned. The photos on the wall began to haunt you. They were looking at you. Judging you for not remembering. You hated them. All of these memories. You were beginning to wonder if they were ever your memories to begin with. "How about we look at the photos on your phone?" Peter suggested. "See if any of them bring anything back." "How about no." You bit back. "I can't look at any more photos. They are bad enough!" You motioned to the photos on the wall. "Y/N. The Doctor said you needed..." "I don't give a damn what the doctor said! I want to go home!" "You are home." He pleaded with you. "No I'm not! I want to go home, to my parents and look at my one direction poster and hug my plushies and I want to talk to my friends. None of them who have contacted me by the way. Why don't I have any friends Peter? What did my life become? Whatever it is maybe it isn't worth remembering!"

"Y/N I'm trying my best here!" He got sucked into the argument. "I've done exactly as the doctor has asked of me. Don't rush things. I've slept on the couch. I told your friends not to bombard you with messages because it might confuse you. I've tried and tried to help you with your memories but you keep pushing me away." "Because I don't know you!" You shouted. "I don't know you! You're just some man who I woke up one day and boom! You're my husband. How is that not confusing? You being here is confusing." You grabbed your coat and walked towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Peter tried to get in your way. "For a walk. Why? Am I under house arrest now? Am I grounded?" "Let me go with you. You don't know where you are." "That might be true but let me tell you. Sitting in this apartment with you is no different." You slammed the door behind you.

The air was cold but thankfully your coat was warm. You walked and walked. Not really having a destination in mind. You just needed some air and to get away from those photographs. You didn't realize how dark it had gotten. You sat on a bench and pouted. You knew you were being too harsh on Peter. It wasn't his fault. The way he looked at you. He really loved you and it pained both of you that you didn't look at him the same way. How could you forget someone who loved you that much?

You wanted to remember for him. He looked at you with so much love and it hurt. Both of you hurt. You felt selfish and rude for not giving him what he wanted but how could you give it to him when you hardly know him? Walking out as you did probably wouldn't have helped the situation at all. Now it was probably even more awkward.

There was a loud thud next to you pulling you out of your thoughts. You looked up and saw a man in a suit. "Spiderman?" You asked. "You know who I am?" He sounded shocked. "Yeah. You saved my life two weeks or so ago. I looked you up and apparently, you're a big deal. So thank you for saving my life." "Its no problem miss..." "Y/N. I'd tell you my last name but I don't know really what it is." "You don't know what your last name is?" He sat down next to you. "You don't need to bother with me." You waved off. "I'm sure there is a little old lady with a cat stuck up a tree. I'm nobody important." "You just told me you didn't know your last name. I feel like that is important."

"When you saved me apparently I got memory loss and I've lived an entire life that I don't remember." "Oh I know you." Spiderman gasped. "You were in that restaurant. You tried to help a kid. Can I have a look?" He motioned to his own head where your damage was. You nodded and leaned closer to him. Peter's hands began to tremble. You hadn't let him this close in days. He could feel the warmth of your skin. The bruises were already going down. That was good. How he wished he could touch your face with his bare hands and not through his suit. He missed you.

"I've got a husband Mr Spiderman." You joked. Peter coughed and moved slightly away when he realized he had been caressing your face. You yourself even began to blush slightly. "Tell me about him. Your husband." Spiderman requested. You laughed again. "Why? Are you going to beat him up? That was some serious face stroking there." Peter laughed. It was the first time in a while. "No. I was just admiring the fact that you went through all of this to help a child. And they call me a hero." "I'm sure you've saved plenty of children." "But I have superpowers and you don't." He pointed out.

The night was getting even darker somehow. "So tell me. About your husband." "I don't really know him but I'll try my best. I mean I can't remember him, not that I don't know him. Well... I don't know him..." "Y/N. I understand." Spiderman interrupted. You let out a breath of relief. "His name is Peter, he's got brown hair and brown eyes. He sometimes wears glasses and sometimes he doesn't. I haven't quite figured out what occasion calls for glasses and what doesn't but I'm determined to find out." You couldn't see obviously but Peter was smiling at that observation.

"He's about... Your height I guess. He's really nice to me and patient, even though other people wouldn't be if they were in his shoes. I can tell he's upset but he doesn't say anything. Sometimes when he thinks I'm not there he cries. I know he's not sleeping. He's too upset. But he's not mad. Well, except for tonight but that was my fault, it all got too much and I took it out on him because he was there. He's been nothing but a saint and I've been nothing but a bitch. He loves me, I wish I could love him back. He's the nicest guy I've met... No offense Spiderman." "None taken." Spiderman joked in return. It was making him well up, everything you were saying. "He's also really handsome. He has the prettiest smile. As I said his eyes are brown but they are so soft and the way he looks at me makes me feel fuzzy inside..."

Spiderman gave a mock gasp. "Do you have a crush on your husband?" You blushed even more at the question. "Don't make it sound weird!" You nudged him. "I married him, I must have a crush on him!" "Even with your memories gone?" "I said my memories were gone. Not my eyes." You paused. "I... I think... I think I need to be nicer to him. He's doing all of this for me and I'm just throwing it back in his face. I'm focused on myself when I'm not thinking about what it must be like for him. But at the same time, I woke up one day with a husband who I don't even know. It's so confusing."

"Do you want to know my opinion Y/N?" Spiderman asked. You gave a sigh but nodded, fearing what he had to say. "Maybe, both you and your husband... Obviously, work on trying to get your memories back. But instead of just focusing on your old memories, make some new ones. Go on your second first date with him. Clearly, you like him." He chuckled. "Stop making it weird Spiderman." You warned again with a smile. "All I'm saying is both of you are focused on the past. While it will be great for you to get that back. Focus on the future. Fall in love with him again. He misses your smile, more than you know." He trailed off. "How would you know that?" You questioned looking at him oddly. "I. Er... From the way you describe him. You said he looks at you in a certain way, I'm a guy I know how people look... and what they are thinking, and if my wife lost her memories I'd be wanting anything to get her like her old self... Not that I have a wife, you know saving New York and all..." He was now the one babbling. "Okay, Spiderman. I'll take your word for it. But, speaking of. Apparently, you've been missing for two weeks. The people of New York need you." "Someone else needed me more." He said softly. There was something in his voice you couldn't place. "I need to go Y/N, you okay now?" "I'm great Spiderman, thank you for your advice. You've given me something to think about." "Anytime Y/N." And he swung off just as fast as he arrived.

His absence was immediately felt. It was dark and it was cold. You looked around trying to find your bearings but you didn't know where you were and you couldn't put your address into your phone because you didn't know your address. Peter had warned you about this but you didn't listen. You knew your parent's address but they lived too far away to walk and you didn't bring any money with you to get the tube or a taxi. You began to feel nervous.

You looked down at your phone. You have to do it. You had to. Would he hate you after you stormed out? There was only one way to find out. The phone rang maybe once before it answered. "Y/N? Where are you?" He sounded worried. "I don't know where I am." You admitted in a small whisper. "No that's okay, our phones are linked. I can find out your location through that." He paused for a couple of seconds. "Right you're not that far from where I am. I'll be there in a couple of minutes." "You're out too?" "Yeah. Of course Y/N. I was worried about you and I came looking for you." "I'm sorry." "Don't be. You've done nothing wrong." "I've been an absolute bitch." You gave a small laugh. "Don't worry about it." "You're supposed to say, no you haven't Y/N, you've been an absolute Angel Y/N" You laughed. You heard him laugh too. It was a nice laugh. You wanted to hear it more.

"I can see you now." You heard him say. You looked around and saw him walking towards you. You couldn't help but grin at him. You heard him give a small gasp on the phone. You felt yourself get flustered. You weren't supposed to hear that. But he hadn't seen you smile that much to see him in two weeks. It was almost like you hadn't forgotten him.

"I'm sorry." You apologized to him again once he was closer. You both shoved your phones into your pockets. "It's okay Y/N, really it's okay." "I want to apologize also for..." "Let's get home first, out of this cold." He motioned with his head which direction to go. Now he mentioned it, it was very cold. Without thinking you wrapped yourself around one of his arms, resting your head on his shoulder, huddling him closer. He smelt nice, and he was warm.

Your eyes widened when you realized what you had done. You went to pull away and Peter whispered, "Don't," he sounded both sad and happy at the same time. How was that possible? But you stayed, hugging his side. You had one arm wrapped around his arm while the other was holding his hand. You couldn't be closer to him if you tried but it felt right. Natural, like you were always supposed to be here. Peter couldn't help the huge grin on his face. While this was only a small respite from reality it was greatly welcomed.

You suddenly pulled away with a strange face. He almost whined at the loss of contact. He saw your face. "What is it Y/N?" "Can you smell that? Something smells like it's on fire." Peter raised his nose and he could smell it now that you mentioned it. He suddenly went into Spiderman mode. Something was on fire. What if someone was hurt? He rushed off in the direction of the fire without thinking. If something happened like this while you had your memories, when you knew he was spiderman, you would drop him a text telling him to meet you when he was done. But you didn't know. You ran off following him but you lost him.

But you didn't lose the fire. You saw it. A house. You saw a family crying outside. A child had been left inside by accident. You looked around the crowd trying to see Peter but you couldn't. Where was he? You pulled out your phone and rang him, no answer. You tried again but to no avail. Suddenly Spiderman came rushing out of the house with a limp and handed the child over to the parents. The whole crowd gave a sigh of relief. "Thank you, sir." The father said. "With the news, I was worried you wouldn't come. Thank you, Sir, thank you."

Spiderman patted the man on the shoulder and swung off, much as he had done earlier. But you noticed something nobody else did. Everyone was so happy the child was safe that they didn't notice the limp. They didn't notice the blood running down Spiderman's leg. You followed in the direction Spiderman went. You found him a couple of alleys away. A lot easier to find than Peter. You hoped he would ring you back soon.

"Spiderman?" You called out. He jumped suddenly at the presence of another human but relaxed when he saw it was you. "Y/N, you shouldn't be here. It's not safe." "But you're hurt." You ignored him getting closer. You heard him grunt in pain. "Y/N. Go." He ordered. "Firstly, I don't know where I am, secondly, my husband wandered off, thirdly you're bleeding, so no." You argued. You got closer to him. He was starting to bleed on the floor. You could see a piece of wood sticking out of his leg.

"Let me help you." You said softly. "I said go Y/N!" He said loudly. "And I said no Peter!" You said just as loudly. Both of you paused for a second. Peter. Spiderman. Peter. Spiderman. He looked at you and you looked at him. "What did you say?" He whispered. "I said... No... Peter." You gulped, tears forming in your eyes. You slowly lifted his mask. He didn't stop you. There he was. Your husband. With the eyes you loved so much. You had spent hours of your life looking into those eyes.

"Peter." You raised your hand to touch his face. He leaned into your touch. "How could I forget my Peter?" Both of you were crying. "You remember me?" He asked out of disbelief. You nodded getting even closer to him. You couldn't stop looking at his face. You had been looking at him for two weeks but you hadn't seen him until now. He wanted to kiss you. He really did.

"Oh my gosh you're bleeding." You remembered. You looked down at his leg. "I don't care." He brushed off getting you to look at him again by gently putting his hand on your face. "I care..." You started but he kissed you. It felt so right to be kissing him. It felt even more right than when you wrapped your arm around him earlier. Your tears mixed together on your faces. You pulled back for air, breathless. "We need to get you home." "Home?" "Home."

And there you were. It was hard getting back to your apartment with a limping and bleeding Spiderman without being seen but you did it. You knew exactly where it was. You opened the door and lead him in but not without looking at the photographs you loved so much on the wall. You lead Peter to the couch where you began to help him take off his suit so you could look at his leg better. "Y/N, I'm a married man." He laughed about what you said earlier. You shook your head and continued to take his suit off. He began to laugh. You looked at him. "What?" "You have a crush on me." He almost giggled. You rolled your eyes. "I said don't make it weird." You felt yourself beginning to blush. "Even with no memories, you still have eyes and you have a crush on me." "Peter." You whined.

He sat forward and took your face into his hands again. "You are adorable." He wiggled his nose against yours. He could feel the heat in your cheeks. "And don't worry. I have a crush on you too. Memories or not." "I've been so horrible these past few weeks." You said, not looking at him. "Hey." He got you to look at him. "It doesn't matter. None of it matters. "But..." "No But. I love you and nothing you do, or what happens to you, will change that. I meant what I said earlier. If you never got your memories back I would happily make more with you. Take you on that second first date."

You smiled at him with tears in your eyes. "Can I have my ring back? I'm quite ready to be Mrs Parker again." He reached down into the pocket of the suit where he usually kept his phone and pulled your ring out. "You kept it on you?" "Yeah. The doctor said your memories could pop back at any moment, which they did. I had to be prepared." He lifted your hand and placed your ring back where it belonged. "In sickness and in health." "You may certainly kiss the bride." You smiled at him before kissing him softly. You pulled back suddenly... "Oh my god you are still bleeding."

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stilesmieczyslaw · 2 years

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Forgive me

Pairing - Jaskier x fem!reader

Summary - Part two of "Choose me". You chose Geralt when forced to pick between the two men in your life. You chose family over love but was that the right choice? Living life at Kaer Morhen helping to raise Ciri, the child surprise is a distraction. But you do miss your bard.

Based on season 2 of The Witcher - ish. I changed things and rushed others so that it wasn't such a rehash of season 2. You'll see what I mean when you read it.

Warnings - Typical violence and blood of The Witcher kind. The occasional swear word. Fluff. Angst. Mentions and implications of sex (Okay, maybe a tiny, tiny bit of steam but nothing graphic).

Words - 10.6k

Notes: Did I write the reunion before I wrote the rest? Maybe. Thank you all for your overwhelming support on part one! Honestly, I thought I would just write it and publish it because that's what I like doing. I never thought people would actually like it.

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You stood over the monster's body repeatedly hitting it over and over despite delivering the final blow quite some time ago. You kept swinging and swinging covering yourself and the floor with black blood. All you could hear was the ringing in your ears. You couldn't even hear yourself shouting.

Something, more so, someone grabbed your shoulder. You swung your sword instinctively at them. Easily they blocked your blow. It was Geralt. "Y/N, stop." He ordered. "The beast is dead. Taking out your frustration on its dead carcass won't solve anything." "It's solving my anger." You spat back at him. To say emotions between the two of you were tense would be an understatement. "Solving your anger? Or are you feeding it?"

You scoffed in return and began walking back to camp. Of course, he was right. You had been taking your anger out on monsters for months now and you still didn't feel any better. Maybe you felt worse. You didn't know. When you didn't feel anger you felt numb.

Months. That was how long it had been since you last saw the man who was meant to be your husband. Months since you saw him on that mountain. Since you saw the heartbreak on his face.

"I've been thinking." Geralt's gruff voice spoke behind you. You bit your lip to stop yourself from making a rude comment. While you were angry at him, he still had your respect and love. "I need to know. The child. If they are safe and healthy." "I agree." You said after a pause. "Even if you don't believe in destiny. You can't deny things have been slowly getting worse for us and I don't believe that is a coincidence.

You began your trek to Cintra. You passed through many towns and villages. Never once bumping into anyone. You heard whispers of new songs from the famous Jaskier but never once heard him sing one. You hoped to bump into him at least once. But it seemed destiny didn't agree with that. The sooner you found the child surprise, the sooner destiny would be back on your side.

As you got closer to the kingdom you saw many Nilfgaardian soldiers everywhere. "This doesn't look good." You commented. "A war is coming Geralt." Geralt put Roach to a stop and climbed off. "You stay here. Find somewhere safe and stay there." He instructed handing the reigns over to you.

"Excuse me?" You questioned but you still took the reigns anyway. "I know you don't want to go to Cintra. I'm not a fool." He was right. You didn't want to step another foot in that kingdom, especially the castle. The last time you were there it was the best night of your life. Going there now, feeling like you do. It would just hurt even more. What you had back then, compared to what you have now. A heart full of love versus a heart, broken in two.

"Also," Geralt continued. "If things don't go to plan," He motioned to the soldiers. "I need you to protect the child and more importantly. Protect yourself." He stepped forward and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. Affection from Geralt was very, very rare. He only did it if he meant it. You nodded in determination. "You can count on me."

The days passed and you grew more and more frightened. You remained a safe distance away from the castle but, how long should you wait? That is when you saw the castle slowly get engulfed by flames. You couldn't help but cry for the loss of life currently going on. You liked to think after all these years with Geralt, you yourself had gotten hardened. That you could dismiss such simple emotions but you couldn't. You were angry, you were scared and you mourned. Did you know the people of Cintra? No, but that did not stop it from being a tragedy.

The fires of the castle went out and you knew that Geralt had either escaped or he was dead. You wouldn't find out either if you stayed here. You climbed up onto Roach. "Come on girl," You patted her neck. "You always know how to find Geralt. Let's go." You made a clicking sound and urged the horse forward.

All around you was death. Even the trees seemed to be dying. But you continued to search for him. It took a while but eventually, you found a man, he seemed to be simple enough. He wasn't a soldier at the very least. "Excuse me." You got his attention. He looked at you scared for a moment. You raised your hands to show him you meant no harm. "I'm looking for a friend. He's very tall. White hair..."

"You must be Y/N." The man interrupted you. You looked at him shocked. "The man you speak of. He talks in his sleep. I must warn you though Lassie. He's not in a good way." "Take me to him." You begged.

He led you to a tree where Geralt sat there half awake. "Geralt." You jumped from Roach and rushed to his side. "He was bitten by a Ghoul. Wants me to take him to the blue mountains. Who knows why." The man shrugged. You knew exactly why. He wanted to go home to recover. "How you managed to find him I'll never know."

"Those linked by destiny will always find each other." Geralt whispered. Something his mother had told him as a child. Something he had told you as a child whenever you expressed your feelings of worry when he left you behind. He promised he would always find you.

You helped the man get Geralt on the back of his wagon and started to ride Roach. The man explained he would have to go home first before helping Geralt further. You thanked him for everything. The man insisted Geralt needed repaying although from your point of view. It was the man who needed repaying.

The man had nothing but the law of surprise to give. And it certainly was a surprise. When you arrived at the man's house. Who was there but Princess Ciri herself. A child promised not once. But twice to Geralt.

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Geralt found himself safe to travel quickly. He already wanted to go home back to Kaer Morhen. He could rest properly there but also it was the only place he could think of where Ciri could be protected by not only him, but the other Witchers as well.

The snow got thicker and thicker as you approached the keep. Ciri was shivering from the cold. Something she would have to get used to. Since there were three of you, you bought another horse to make the trip. Roach could not carry three of you at once. Two she could handle. But if one of you walked in this weather then one of you would be dead before you reached the keep.

Your faces were rubbed red from the weather. The constant wind and snow blowing causing your skin to crack. The only thing keeping you going was the thought of the fire and the food when you arrived. Geralt sat on roach while you and Ciri shared a blanket on the other.

"Not much longer." Geralt reassured Ciri. Of course you knew it wasn't much further. You slowly began to see the towers in the distance. A smile grew on your face. Probably the first genuine smile you had given in a long time.

As you passed the gates it took the wind off your face. That was the first hurdle gone. Next was the snow. There were already a few horses in the makeshift stable meaning you were probably the last to return home this winter.

You entered the main hall and heat immediately washed over you. It was nothing compared to a summers day heat but compared to the cold, it was the best heat you had ever felt. All eyes fell on you. There were less men then the last time you were here. but still a fair few.

"Where the fuck have you been? We thought you had gone lost." Lambert bellowed "Or killed," Coen added truthfully. "We thought we would never see Y/N again." "You both know I would come back as a Spectre and haunt your arses for all the shit you put me through." You gave a mocking smile. The four of you looked at each other tensely before bursting into laughter and hugging each other. Ciri watched confused.

After you all greeted each other and had some food, you took Ciri to one of the empty rooms. "To warn you. It gets very cold here at night." You warned grabbing a few animal skins and placing them on the bed. "It's very cold now." She said not believing you. You gave a small chuckle. "During the day you have the sun. You might think you don't feel it. But you'll miss it when its gone. Trust me." Ciri sat down on the bed and looked out the window.

"You grew up here right? What is it like? For girls." She added the last bit. "At first you will feel left out. You will feel like they are talking about you behind your back. Well no, that's a lie. They will talk to you behind your back. Its a sad truth. But, as time goes on they will accept you. Lambert and Coen, the first witchers we spoke to. They will tease you. They still tease me. I would say don't let it get to you but there will be days it does. On those days let me know. I'll kick their arses for you and with a bit of training. You can kick them too."

Ciri seemed to be thinking about something. You sat down on the bed next to her. "How much training will I need? To kick their arses?" The way she said arses made you smile. The girl clearly had never sworn before. Something she would quickly pick up. "Well, truly, no amount of training will make you able to fight a Witcher in hand-to-hand combat. What you need to do it wait for them to get cocky. Or catch them off guard. But that still needs work. I'll teach you, don't worry. There are also special herbs and mushrooms which will give you speed and muscle. But don't eat too many."

"Why can't I eat too many?" "Well... For men if they eat it nothing happens. If women eat too many then it... it messes up your bleeding cycle. We learnt that the hard way. Or more so, I learned that the hard way." Ciri's eyes suddenly became worried. "I've never bled. What do I do?" You put a hand on her shoulder. "Be thankful you have me. I didn't have anyone. I had to go find Geralt when I was ten and one. Covered in my own blood. Terrified him at first but we figured it out together. Now. Get some sleep. Its been a long trip. You can ask me anything else tomorrow. Do not under any circumstances leave the keep. Goodnight Ciri." "Goodnight Y/N."

You stood up to leave before turning to her with a devilish grin. "If I catch you wandering the castle after the sun has gone down. You'll regret it." You warned. "So... Its best not get caught." You winked knowing what it was like being here for the first time. "Oh and don't touch anything pointy." You closed the door to her room.

You found yourself outside as there was still some light. Geralt and Vesemir were talking. "You can't fetch home every orphaned child you find. This keep is a secret for a reason. I didn't like it when you brought Y/N and I don't like it now." "I had to protect her. Both of them." "And you knew I would call you out for it."

"Vesemir." You greeted announcing your presence. "The grumpy grandfather I never had." You hugged him. "The annoying yet charming grandaughter I never asked for." He hugged you back. "You are more beautiful each time I see you. Although, your eyes. They seem sad." While Vesemir did not agree to your presence when you first arrived. He had become to love you as the years went on. He loved all of the Witchers. He, being the last elder Witcher quickly found himself the father to many orphaned boys. He couldn't really blame Geralt for fetching you here when he himself was tasked to raise orphans. Maybe it was a Witcher thing. No emotions, except when it came to raising children with no one else.

You told Vesemir all about what had happened on the mountain. Of course he already knew who Jaskier was. The first winter you spent here after meeting Jaskier, he was all you could talk about. He, like Geralt knew your love for the bard ran deep long before you knew it yourself. Vesemir bid you his sorrows and reassured you that things lost and loved always found their way back to you. It sounded like an old wives tale to you but you accepted it. You wished him and Geralt a goodnight as the sun began to set.

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Geralt alternated days of teaching Ciri theory and lore of monsters, and training how to fight. To begin with she loved the days of training but she learned to love the lore of monsters too. You helped on the days of training. You smiled as Ciri carried the same wooden sword you had used as a child. At first she was trained the movements and then she watched you and Geralt spar.

Some days you practiced with Ciri alone, you taught her to use small knives just as Geralt had taught you. "If you find yourself with no sword. Always have a knife with you. Fist fighting is good, but knives are better." You handed her a small knife. "Put it somewhere safe and out of sight. There are two go-to places I use."

You pulled your knife out of the top of your trousers. Of course, it was in a scabbard so it wouldn't stab you. Most people wore their knives on the outside of their trousers but you were taught concealment was the best weapon. "But, if you find yourself in a dress and nowhere to put it." You took the knife and slotted it down the front of your shirt. "Now that's something Geralt can't teach you." Ciri laughed as you pulled it back out carefully. "Now this is how you hold it."

That is what you did everyday. On the days you were alone you took your anger out on the training poles and dummies rather then monsters. You did it until you got tired and started again the next day. It was currently sun rise and you were ready for a big day of training.

"Must have been a bad break up." You heard Coen comment behind you. With a sigh you turned around. Of course, Lambert was with him. "How would you know what a bad break up is? The worst one you had was when a whore turned you down for someone richer." You bit back. "She has claws! Finally!" Lambert teased. You both loved them both and hated them both. "You are doing all of this training but you never once touch the Killer Trail which tells me this isn't training but you getting all rilled up and letting out your anger."

"If I do the Killer Trial will you leave me alone and let me do what I want without your commentary?" You asked with narrow eyes. They both nodded at you with a sick smile. Every year these two would find a reason to make you to the Trial and they wouldn't leave you alone until you did. It started when you were 14. Although. Sometimes in your youth when you got drunk enough the three of you would drink as much as possible and see who could complete it the fastest.

Geralt of course was never told about this. He would have murdered you all for it. It was stupid and reckless. You let yourself be lead up to the Trial and you watched it. You hated it. It wasn't called the Killer Trial for nothing. But you hated the teasing more so the sooner you did it, the sooner the teasing would end.

They set it up and the wooden poles began to swing. The blades swung around in circles waiting to slice open your ankles if you weren't fast enough. You hated to admit it but most of the scars on your body were not caused by monsters but this death trap.

"Get a move on then!" One of them shouted at you. You climbed on the frame. You took a step forward and dashed past the first pole. First hurdle down. Only like, 20 more to go. The sun caught your eyes and you covered them instinctively with your hand. Then you found yourself in an old memory.

"Which do you prefer." You asked Jaskier. You were both laid in a bed naked with the sheets barely covering you. The sun was slowly rising. You had your head rested on his chest while he drew lazy circles on your back. "Do you prefer sunrise? Or sunset?"

Jaskier seemed to think on it. He wasn't sure. "What is yours?" He countered. "Sunrise. Always. In kaer Morhen it meant that it was going to be warmer. Now it means I've lived to see another day. It also means another day with you. I love lying in bed with you as the heat from the sun slowly washes over us. Plus, fresh sunlight gives the best light. I see colors in your hair I can't see during the day." You lifted your head and touched a piece of hair. "See. This part is ever so slightly redder in sunrise. By the time it is up fully, the red will be gone."

He took your hand from his hair and kissed the tips of your fingertips causing you to giggle. "What was that for?" "That was for making me fall in love with you even more. Who knew it was possible." He answered as if it was obvious. "Who knew you could be so poetic." "Don't mock me." You gasped. "I do not mock you my love. I admire." "So, tell me. Which is yours?"

"As much as I agree with you. Which I do. Sunrise is divine. I prefer sunset. If we were to lay in this bed and it was sunrise then I know I only have an hour to spend with you before we are back on the road. If we were to lay in this bed and it was sun set then I have hours of you to myself. I get to lay with you which is always great but there is more to love then sex. For example I get to hear all of the secrets you tell me when you sleep. I can watch your chest rise and fall and know I can watch you for hours rather than one fleeting hour at sunrise."

You looked at him in awe for a little while before shaking your head. "And you mocked me for being poetic." "I didn't mock you!" He flipped you over so you were laying flat on the bed with him looming over you. "I love you Y/N. I would never mock. I might lovingly tease but I would never mock. Especially when you have just told me you love some little red part in my hair that nobody else has ever noticed." He kissed your neck as you giggled.

There was a knock on your door signaling it was time to get up. "See. I prefer sunset." He sighed getting off you and trying to find his clothes somewhere on the floor. You wrapped the blanket around you and smiled as you watched him walk around. In that moment you would have to agree. Sunrise sucks.

You smiled at the memory. "Y/N watch out!" Ciri's voice called from somewhere. How did she know where you were? You looked around and saw her watching you with a worried face. Before you could gather any thoughts the wind was knocked out of you and you fell a great height. The second wooden pole had gotten you while you were distracted.

"Shit." You grumbled when you hit the floor. You tried to regulate your breathing but everything hurt. You were getting too old for this. When you were a teenager you were ready to get back on the second you got knocked off.

"Are you alright?" Coen said running over to you. At first he had thought it was hilarious when you fell off but when you didn't get up straight away dread ran through him. "No." You admitted. You weren't alright. Mentally or physically. "Don't tell Geralt," Lambert begged. You glared at him from the floor. "Is that all you care about?" You scowled.

"Well you're breathing. We wont be if Geralt found out we hurt you." "Oh I'm going to hurt you in a second." You threatened. Both men helped you sit up as Ciri watched worried. How did she know where you were? It's not like the Trail was in an easy place to find. Lambert lifted your shirt at the back. "You'll have some bruising but you'll be fine lass." He lowered your shirt back down.

"You guys go back inside." You waved off. "I'll be okay. Just let me catch my breath. I think that's my quota for the year. You can try me again next year." Both men nodded. You rubbed your chest as they walked away and that is when you noticed. It wasn't there.

You tapped your chest frantically. It wasn't there. It must have fallen off when you got knocked from the training frame. Your chest began to beat at a million miles a minute. It would take forever to find it amongst all this snow. That's not taking into account how fast you got hit and when it got knocked off. It was lost. Lost for good.

"Here." You heard a small voice. You hadn't realized the hot tears in your eyes. You blinked a few times to clear them. Ciri stood over you with the length of leather with your ring on the end. You laughed and took it from her. "Thank you." You smiled widely. You put it safely around your neck again. You would have to think of a way to keep it on better in the future. The last thing you would need would be to fight a monster in a swamp and it comes off again.

"Tell me about him. The man who gave you the ring. You talk about him in your sleep you know." Ciri sat down with you in the snow. It was odd. Why would anyone choose just to sit in the snow? "Nothing embarrassing I hope." You laughed off. Actually hoping it wasn't embarrassing. "No. You cry sometimes. Sometimes you laugh. But nothing embarrassing." She reassured you. "He..." You paused feeling a lump in your throat. You coughed slightly before continuing. "He was a bard." "A bard? The loud people who sing?" Of course, she knew what a bard was, she just couldn't imagine you and a bard together. You were so quiet and peaceful. A bard was almost the opposite.

"The loud people who sing." You confirmed with a laugh. "He was very loud and he could sing beautifully." You reminisced. "He was the one who wrote Toss a coin." "Really?" Ciri was very interested. She had heard a few people in court sing that song. "Yeah. He wrote it the same day we met. Him, me, and Geralt. His songs before then were dreadful. He followed us around to get some truth and real ideas. He used to take the food people threw at him and... save it for later." You couldn't help yourself getting emotional as you spoke about him.

"You don't have to tell me if it hurts too much! I know speaking about my mother upsets me sometimes." You smiled at the girl and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. You had so much in common with her. Her home is gone and Geralt now raising her. "No. It's not that it hurts too much. It's just the first time I've spoken about him properly since... Well, since It happened. I met your mother you know. I was there when the law of surprise occurred. That was also the night when he and I admitted our feelings. Gods it took us years."

"Why?" She was so curious. She had known you and Geralt for months now but she didn't really know you that much. This was the most information she had gotten out of either of you. "We were both scared. We got on so perfectly I guess that we were scared that if the other didn't feel the same then our dynamic wouldn't be the same anymore. Although." You laughed. "He told me a couple of years before that night and I didn't realize."

You paused thinking about it. "The thing is. I fell for him the day we met. When he put bread rolls down his trousers and wrote a song. It was everything about him. His smile. His eyes. His voice. His empathy. Everything. I cast the feelings away as some girl-ish crush that would go away but it didn't. It only got stronger and I wish I had told him sooner. Although. No matter when I told him. It would have ended the same."

"What happened?" "He and Geralt had an argument. If you can call it that. It was certainly one-sided. I don't know if you've noticed but Geralt is quite stubborn. I had a choice that day. To stay with the man who was going to be my husband. Or the man who had raised me like a daughter. We call ourselves brother and sister out of respect for my real father but in all honesty, I can't remember my real father. It's been too long. I only remember Geralt and these guys." You motioned to the keep around you. "These guys are my family. Even if they drive me up the wall." You rubbed your ribs.

"Do you regret it? Your choice?" "Everyday." You admitted. "I miss waking up in his arms. I miss the way he made me laugh and the way he made me feel. I want to pack up everything I have and go back to him. But, it's complicated. I think I made the right choice. If I had chosen him then I never would have met you for starters." You nudged the girl. "And I quite like you. You are part of my family now whether you like it or not."

"I think I'm warming up to it." She admitted with a small smile. You stood up and offered her your hand. "Speaking of warming up, let's go inside before you literally freeze your arse off." She took your hand and you began to lead her inside. "By the way, Y/n. You never told me his name." "Jaskier."

As you walked back to the keep you found yourself curious. "How did you know where to find me?" "I was with Geralt in the laboratory and I saw you on that thing and I saw you fall off. I knew I had to warn you. I'm not sure how I found you, I just knew where you were." "You saw me fall off? Like a vision?"

You told Geralt about Ciri's vision that night. He had wondered why Ciri had ran off earlier that morning. He spoke to Vesemir who agreed it would be best to get a mage to check Ciri. Yennifer was dead. Or so everyone thought. Triss was asked to help Ciri learn to control her chaos.

Ciri now had three lessons. Although ever since she saw you on the Trial she wanted to have a go on it. You promised that she could as long as she got stronger and Geralt agreed. It took some time but he finally did.

Ciri was determined to get it done. There was something in her eyes that made her do it over and over no matter how many times she fell. She spat blood on the floor and tried again. She almost completed it when Geralt called for it to stop. He had been watching proudly but he knew when enough was enough and when she was bleeding freely from multiple wounds. It was enough.

It was through that blood Vesemir and Triss figured out that Ciri had elder blood running through her veins. Everywhere her blood was spilt Feainnewedd grew which allowed them to make a potion to make witchers. Ciri agreed to let them use her blood but only if they made her a witcher. If she was a Witcher she could be stronger. She would fight the man in the winged helmet and win. She wouldn't have to deal with the pain of emotions.

Geralt was pissed when he found out. He took Ciri and packed everything ready to leave. You were in your own room packing your things when Vesemir knocked on your door. You could see a vial in his hand. "Are you tempted?" He got straight to the point. He knew not to beat around the bush with you. "So if you couldn't get Ciri, you go for Geralt's other daughter?" You argued back. "We both know my first choice for the next Witcher would be you. I only agreed to try Ciri first because that was the only way to get her blood. I see you every year and you are older. I haven't seen these men age in a long time. I haven't seen myself age in a long time. Your life is fleeting compared to ours. No man should live longer than his child. While I fear the day you die, as I do for every person in this keep, I fear what Geralt will do on that day more. Become one of us and that day will be a long time away."

You sat down on the bed. He had a point. While you were still young, you weren't as young as you used to be. The Trial pointed that out easily. You saw the worry in their faces when you fell. All of them were becoming worried about your health. None of them had aged in the time you had known them. If you remained human then your life would be but a footnote in their life. If you became a Witcher then you could spend the rest of your life with Geralt fighting monsters. As a human, you maybe had another 20 years in you before it became too much.

Before now you had been content being a human. You had trained as a Witcher. You had spent every winter here with the other Witchers. You knew the lore and the history. Everything about being a Witcher. In every way you were a Witcher except where it counted according to nature. Years you had spent daydreaming about being a Witcher. Fifteen years ago you would have taken it in a heartbeat. But your life had changed since then.

"No. I'm not tempted." You admitted. "Why?"

"It's so sad." You commented. You were sat in a tavern waiting for Geralt. Jaskier sat covered in his own blood after being attacked by a Djinn. He almost died but Jennifer saved him... before putting him back into danger. You were thankful that she saved him. You had gotten some strange looks from some passers-by but you ignored them.

"What is?" Jaskier asked. "She almost killed herself trying to get the power of the Djinn. All because she want a child." "She almost killed me too and I have nothing to do with her children or lack of." He pointed out. "Yeah but..." You paused. "She was still young when she agreed to have her womb removed. She didn't know what she was losing. It's the same as Geralt. He had the choice made for him." "Witcher's can't have children?" "No. I'm the closest he will ever have. Well, me and the child surprise if he ever accepts it."

"Would you choose to be a Witcher if you could?" "I used to think I would. But, now I see the lengths Yennifer is willing to go just to have the chance of having a child. How could I give that up when someone is fighting so hard to get it back." "So you want children one day?" "Maybe. I don't know. But when the time comes I would like to have the option open to me. I want the choice to choose."

"No." You repeated. "I'm not tempted." "Because of him?" "Because of me."

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Geralt took Ciri and you as far away from Triss and Vesemir as possible. He didn't want them to try to change either of you. He loved you both too much to risk it. The chances of you dying verses you living was not something he wanted to gamble. You assured him you would not do it but he was still worried for Ciri. Ciri who still had nightmares of fighting the man in the winged helmet. Ciri who had lost her home and so desperately wanted to fit in anywhere she could in any way she could.

Which is why he took her to the Temple of Melitele. Where those with chaos or gifts were taken to train and reach their full potential. However, it wasn't as safe as he believed it to be. Yennifer was alive which he was thankful for. He loved her and he thought she was dead. But, the Yennifer he knew was gone for she stole Ciri from the two of you.

"There is someone who might know where she is." Geralt said trying to think of a plan to get Ciri back. They could be anywhere. "Who?" "Someone who always knows where people are and always knows how to find people. Someone Yennifer mentioned to me seeing only a few weeks ago." "Jaskier." You gasped. "Jaskier." He confirmed.

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You looked around nervously. There were guards patrolling everywhere. You would get caught which would only cause more mayhem. You needed to grasp Jaskier and go. Your heart beat wildly in your chest. You knew it had nothing to do with being caught by the guards but you told yourself that was it. They were taking too long.

You abandoned your post of keeping watch to go find what was taking them so long. Inside the prison, you heard raised voices. What else would there be realistically? "Don't fucking Jaskier me. I'm talking to you. This is how it works." That was his voice. You thought you would never hear it again but there it was. When you were alone you would find yourself in memories but memories did no justice to the real sound of his voice.

"I need your help." Geralt said sincerely. "I?" Jaskier repeated. "I? Not we. Where is Y/N? Is she okay? Is she hurt?" "She's fine. She's waiting outside with the horses."

"Ah. Yes. I forgot you like to speak about her as if she isn't there. The first time we met you said you liked to drink alone despite the fact she was just there." He was standing up for you. Was that a good thing? Also, while Jaskier always stood up for himself in a joking manner he was being quite dominant. He was a scorned man and he would be listened to.

Geralt sighed. "We need to leave now." "That was the difference between me and you. You just expected her to follow you and I asked her to follow me. But in the end, she still chose you." You didn't want to hear anymore. While being demanding in his telling off there was no denying the emotion in his voice for the last part.

"Geralt." You announced walking into the room. You didn't look at Jaskier at first but you could feel his eyes on you. "There are soldiers everywhere on patrol if we don't leave right now then we might never leave." You could only resist the temptation for so long. Your eyes of their own free will flicked over into Jaskier's direction.

Your heart stopped hammering for the first time since Geralt told you that you needed to find Jaskier. It just stopped completely. You felt the weight of the world in your feet. Maybe that is where your heart went because it certainly wasn't in your chest anymore. Even your face felt heavy. You weren't sure how to breathe. Little did you know he was feeling exactly the same.

Geralt knew how you felt. He had done this only days ago. When he saw Jennifer for the first time after thinking he would never see her again. His heart exploded with happiness. Only to be shattered when she took Ciri. He hoped your reunion didn't end with such heartbreak as his. "I'll go check the horses are ready." He announced, giving you some privacy.

At that moment you were so grateful to Geralt for giving you a moment alone but at the same time, you were planning to throttle him in his sleep. How could he leave you alone? You didn't know what to say?

He looked different. He wore a long coat which was a sort of purple-red mix and made of leather. Clearly, he wasn't starving like you thought he might have been. His hair was longer. He suited it. Although to be fair, he would suit anything in your eyes. So much about him looked different but the same.

He was looking at you exactly the same. You had a few more visible scars. Probably got them from monster hunting or something. You had changed your outfit. You were dressed for colder weather which told him exactly where you had been. Kaer Morhen. The place he was forbidden to go to. Only witchers went there. Witchers and you.

You both just stood there looking at each other. Not saying a word. Just taking each other in. Terrified to make the first move. That is when you noticed the dried blood on his forehead and on his shirt. "You're hurt." You pointed out. Those were your first words. Those were your first words? You wanted to kick yourself.

"Yeah, I am." He said deadpanned. He looked at you with tears in his eyes. Most like the last time you had seen him on top of that mountain. The tears he had were ones begging you to stay and you refused him like an idiot. And now, you had no idea what those tears were for. Anger? Happiness? Regret? Not that he had much to regret you thought. He did nothing wrong. It was getting too much for you.

"Can..." You paused, your emotion getting caught up in your throat. "Can I please hug you?" Tears were freely coming from your eyes. Jaskier didn't answer. He didn't even think about answering you. He heard your question and saw you crying and acted on instinct. He pulled you into his arms without any thought whatsoever.

You actually began to cry harder once you were in his arms. You never once thought you would be in this position again. To feel his body against yours. You buried your face into his neck taking it all in. He rubbed your back making soothing noises in your ear. "Forgive me." You cried. "I don't expect anything else. I just would just like you to forgive me, you don't need to give me or do anything else. Just, please. Forgive me for being such a fool."

He wrote some songs while you were gone. Some of them mean. Some of them saying he would never forgive you. Others said he had found someone else to fill the hole you had created. Part of him hoped you would hear them and know that he didn't need you. That he was happier without you. But they were both a lie. Especially the last one. There was no one he could replace you with. He had tried to flirt with girls in taverns but he always found fault with them. In the end, he realized that they weren't you. As for forgiveness...

The truth was. For those months he had hated you for what you had done. Of course, he had missed you but you had made him so mad. But it was easy to hate someone when you couldn't see them. The truth of it all was the second he laid eyes on you again that hate washed away and he had forgiven you. Even if you had never asked for it, he had still given you that.

He pulled away from the hug and looked at you, but he continued to hold your hands. You looked like a mess. Your hair had been ruined from him rubbing your back. Your eyes were bloodshot and your nose was red at the tip. but you were beautiful. He opened his mouth to answer you when Geralt flew back into the room. Behind him, there were shouts of many men.

"We have to go now," He announced. "Now?!" The two of you protested. The shouts of the men got closer. "There they are!" One of them bellowed. "Now." You both agreed with a nod and you ran out of the prison and jumped onto the horses that had been waiting patiently.

You rode for a while until you were certain nobody was following you. The entire time Jaskier complained that he smelt like a Nilfgaardian's ballsack. Once you found a suitable river, basically one that wasn't literally frozen over, you stopped so Jaskier could wash. He threw his jacket to Geralt who caught it without thinking.

Jaskier plodded down the small bank while removing his shirt. "I have been looking forward to this!" He exclaimed. While the lake wasn't frozen over it was still freezing cold. "You could hang portraits over my nipples right now." He joked. You would have laughed at the joke but you were speechless right now. You didn't think you would see Jaskier again never mind see him shirtless. Your brain stopped working.

He looked up at you with a smirk. He knew exactly what he was doing and by the look on your face, it was working. You coughed and covered your face in hopes it would hide the blush that was swiftly rising. You were getting thoughts in your head of what you wanted to do right now but Geralt was standing right there.

Geralt who also wasn't born yesterday knew exactly what was going on but he didn't have time for this. "What was Yennifer doing in Oxenfurt?" Geralt asked "She was saving my life." Jaskier explained. You and Geralt looked at each other confused. "I know. I'm just as surprised as you are." Jaskier went on to say with a face. "I trust her about as far as I could wring her stringy, weird neck. But it's true. She risked her life for me." He continued to wash the blood out of his shirt.

He went on to explain how Yennifer had lost her magic. She hadn't mentioned that before. It didn't take Geralt long to figure out that Yennifer was in league with the deathless mother. One of the Witcher's told you about her when you were a child. The thought of her gave you nightmares as a child. Even now thinking about it terrified you.

Jaskier put his coat back on without his shirt which you were sure was another ploy to drive you insane... which is when you noticed it. The ring around his neck. It looked exactly like yours but it couldn't be yours as you still wore yours around your own neck. Had he bought another? Did he always secretly have a second one? He had said that your ring was a promise and that he would... That he would give you another when you became his wife.

Your heart began to race again. Had he bought them both at the same time? Had he really been waiting all that time with the second ring? No. He couldn't have. You had laid together many times after your engagement and he didn't wear that ring around his neck then. Although you didn't wear yours around your neck back then either. Where and when did he get it.

You were thrown out of your thoughts when an axe was thrown and just missed Jaskier but sadly got his shirt. It was the dwarfs who had climbed the mountain with you that day. Jaskier realized it was too cold to go without a shirt, no matter how much he wanted to drive you crazy and put his waistcoat on as a makeshift shirt.

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You rode your horses with the band of dwarves following you. "Ciri is very special." You explained. "Both in terms of her power and her personality. I've come to love her very much. Having her taken from us..." You gripped the reins of your horse tighter. "How powerful is she?" Jaskier asked curiously. You wondered if you should keep it a secret. Ciri's power. But Jaskier was one of the people you were never to have secrets from.

"Remember her mother? How she almost killed us all?" "Yes. I remember holding you in my arms thinking we were all about to perish. I would be worried if I couldn't remember it." "Ciri has that power, if not more. In her veins flows elder blood. More Witchers can be made because of her." "More Witchers? That is amazing." Jaskier exclaimed. You couldn't tell if he was being serious or not. To be honest he couldn't tell either. On one hand, he knew that the Witchers were a dying kind and nothing deserved to die out. But on the other, none of the Witchers he had met were tollarable. Except maybe Geralt... Sometimes.

"They offered to turn me into one. They had the potion ready. All they needed was my consent." "You must be joking. Tell me she is joking?" He turned his attention to Geralt who refused to look at the Bard. He was still mad that they had tried to turn both of his girls without him knowing.

"Obviously you turned it down," Jaskier noted. He would have noticed if your eyes changed color. He loved your eyes. Just as much as you loved his. "I turned it down." You confirmed. "I thought about what I would gain versus what I would lose. I wasn't willing to give up a chance." "A chance of what?" He asked, you looked over to him. "A chance of a future with someone I love. A child of my own one day. Helping Ciri train and seeing how much she has progressed. I now know why Geralt likes adopting children he finds." You laughed

"Or maybe children won't leave me alone." Geralt grumbled with a slight smile. "That is a good point. The last time I saw you, you never even wanted this child. But now its like she's turned your life upside down. Both of you." "I thought ignoring Ciri's existence would make everything better. I'd already raised one child, and I didn't need another. I was wrong."

"What about Yennifer?" Jaskier had changed his mind on Yennifer. Saving someone's life would do that. "If she has hurt Ciri then I might have to kill her." Geralt said seriously. "Oh yeah. We are going to kill her. I just haven't found a good enough jabbing stick yet. But, what if she has changed too? People do stupid things when they think they are trapped in a corner... And they say stupid things. That's what friends do. They come back."

You frowned realizing what Jaskier was really talking about. "This is different." Geralt pointed out. There was a pause as everyone digested everything Jaskier just said. "And I'm sorry Jaskier." You were in shock. Sorry was not a phrase often said by Geralt and you all knew it. He didn't say things he didn't mean.

"You are always so emotional!" Jaskier brushed off the apology with a laugh. "I mean it's just yap, yap, yap with you sometimes." Geralt rolled his eyes. Jaskier made his voice deeper. "Oh Jaskier, I'm so sad and complicated." You began to laugh so hard your sides hurt.

"Shut up Jaskier." Geralt monotoned but you could tell he was secretly smiling. "No, you shut up! That was a perfect impression of you by the way." "I agree. That was perfect." You were still laughing. "See, Y/N has my back. Although, don't get me started on her." He made his voice high-pitched this time. "Oh Geralt is my brother who is also my father. My childhood was so sad until Geralt saved me." Your eyes widened "I do not sound like that!" "It is a bit weird. Having a brother who is also your father. Do you not think it is weird?"

Geralt and you shared a look before pushing your horses to ride further and faster to get away from Jaskier. "Hey!" He shouted annoyed. It was great being back on the road with them.

------ Some time passed but you were back at Cintra. Twice in your life, you had been here. One was the best night of your life. The second you were scared you would lose Geralt and now you were scared you would lose Ciri.

"Geralt!" You shouted seeing Ciri being wrestled to the floor by soldiers. Both of you pushing your horses to run faster. You drew your swords and swung them at the soldiers. You found their weak points in their armor and stabbed them.

As you got closer to the girl you saw her trying to swing the knife you had given her but there were too many for her to fight off. She was strong but she wasn't that strong. You and Geralt didn't hesitate to deal deathly blows to the soldiers.

The dwarfs took care of the last few soldiers. You jumped off your horse. "Ciri!" You shouted pulling the girl from the floor and into your arms. She hugged you just as tightly back. "I tried. I tried to do the knife trick you showed me." She mumbled into the hug. "You did your best and that's all I can ask. It's okay. You're safe now."

Yennifer stepped forward to explain herself but Geralt held his sword out to stop her. She gulped as the steel touched her neck. You pulled away from Ciri and held her behind your back in protection. You weren't sure how you could fight a mage, even one who had no magic, but you would try your best.

Jaskier looked at your face. The look you had, he hadn't seen before. The determination you had on your face, it was almost motherly. You had changed since he last saw you. Not for the bad, not in the slightest. He admired it.

"Y/N, Jaskier. Take Ciri back to Kaer Morhan." Geralt ordered while holding his sword to Yennifer's neck. "No. We need to stay with you." Ciri argued. "You can't." Geralt sighed. "I need to slay a monster. I will be back with you both soon. I promise." Ciri gave a small nod of understanding. "Alright."

You lead Ciri back to the horses walking past Jaskier who held his hand out. "Ah, the child surprise. I've heard so much about you." Ciri just walked past him. "Father like daughter." "That's Jaskier?" Ciri whispered as you helped her climb into the carriage the dwarfs were sitting in. You nodded at the girl. "Have you told him how you feel?" "No. I haven't had the time." You laughed at her naivety. She narrowed her eyes clearly not impressed at the answer.

The road was long at it took a long time. The sun set and the sun rose. Ciri wasn't used to Jaskier's nonstop talking. She was used to the silence of you and Geralt. But after a while, she finally spoke back to him.

"She still loves you, you know," Ciri informed Jaskier. He looked at her unsure. "She does," Ciri argued. "She told me. Well, not really but I could tell by the way she spoke about you." "She spoke about me?" His interest was suddenly piqued. "What did she say?" "She told me about you. The day you met. Dancing around each other. You telling her that you loved her and she didn't realize for years. Plus." Ciri added. "Why would she still wear your ring around her neck if she didn't still love you?" Jaskier's mouth flew open in shock.

"She..." He paused. He couldn't believe it. "She still wears my ring?" His hand went to touch his own ring around his neck. Ciri smiled knowing her job was done.

----

Vesemir was not happy at the sudden introduction of people at his keep. He could accept you, and he could accept Ciri (Even if it took some time) but this was too much. You tried your best to explain why Geralt had sent you all back but you weren't quite sure yourself. Geralt would be a couple of days behind you. He would explain better when he did.

You wondered if he had done it. Killed Yennifer. You knew how he felt about her, was his love for Ciri so strong he would kill the woman he loved? Would you do it if Jaskier had hurt Ciri? You didn't know and you didn't want to know.

"So that's him?" Vesemir sat down next to you. The dwarfs were telling stories to the other Witchers who were loving the company. Since quite a few Witchers had died recently there weren't many people who told good stories anymore. These Dwarfs had seen many things.

"That's who?" "I might be old Y/N, but I'm not that old. You keep looking at each other. I know those looks. There was once a girl I gave those looks to. But I was a very young man at the time. She is long dead." "Cheerful." You commented not quite sure of the point of his story.

"I'm saying. You should embrace love while love is still there. You might not get a tomorrow so live today. Tell him how you feel." "I broke his heart. What if he doesn't want me back?" "Young folk are so... blind." "The last time we spoke you told me I was old." "You are old. But your mind is young. Tell him how you feel. I can tell by the way he looks at you, he feels the same."

The embers in the fire died down and slowly people turned in for the night. It was getting cold without the sun. The embers were the only heat and it was running over your skin in waves. You knew what you had to do but you were nervous. He had every right to reject you. You broke his heart. He might slam his door in your face.

Vesemir was right. He was always right... most of the time. You just had to do it. Wondering about it wouldn't change the outcome. If he rejected you then at least you would know.

You knocked on his door and you began to shake with nerves. He opened it quickly. "Well, it's about time! And..." He stopped when he noticed it was you. "Y/N." "Jaskier." Your mouth went dry. You both stood there looking at each other. It felt like an eternity passed. "Can I come in?" You finally asked. You didn't want to stay standing in the corridor. With anyone walking past.

Jaskier stood to one side clearly agreeing to your request. You stepped in with a little awkward step. He closed the door and it locked on the hatch. He continued to look at you while you looked at him. You played with your hands unsure of where to begin.

"I've been waiting days to have his conversation." You finally said. "Obviously it's not one to be had, I guess, in front of so many people." He nodded understanding. "We can't act like those years didn't happen. We were as close as people can be and what I'm saying is. I don't expect you to drop your hat and we continue where we left off. I don't want to dance around again for years and waste time. I know I want to be yours again. If you'll let me."

His. He closed his eyes and imagined it. You were his and he was yours. It was true. He loved seeing his ring on your finger. Even if it was no longer there. He closed his eyes and he could still see it. He loved you. Damn. He loved you. "You hurt me." He pointed out "You're the one who ended it." "I know and I regret it. I want nothing more than you to forgive me..." You looked at his face and he was smiling. "You dickhead." He gasped at your outburst. "Now that is not a part of a good apology!" He raised a finger. "I'm going to give minus points." "I'm here spilling my heart out and you are smiling!" "Because you're an idiot. But, you're my idiot so come here." He opened his arms and you ran forward to meet him. "I forgave you days ago."

You pulled apart and looked into his eyes with adoration. He looked at you the same. You looked so beautiful standing in front of him. The slight blush on your cheeks. The redness of your nose because of the cold. The snow on the outside, (and on the inside) reflecting on your skin. He could write a new song based on what you looked like right now. It would be his best love song yet.

You pressed your body flushed against his and kissed him with as much force as possible. Your hands went up to wrap around his neck but your fingers met his long hair. It felt so soft. How was it so soft. You pulled apart for air. "I must say, I love your hair." You ran your fingers through the ends. He shuddered at the feeling. "Oh, you like that." You played some more. "You're like a dog."

"I think that is a compliment," He narrowed his eyes thinking about it. "It's not, not a compliment." You also thought about it. "I also love this jacket." You held the leather in your fingers. "The color is amazing." You ran your fingers over it admiring it.

"Do I need to be jealous of my own jacket? Do you need a moment alone with it?" He joked. You dropped your hands immediately. "Sorry." You laughed. Jaskier took off his jacket and threw it across the room but immediately regretted it. "It's so cold here. How do you manage? I asked... Witcher 1 and Witcher 2 for some more blankets but they've been gone an age" You laughed again. You couldn't remember the last time you laughed this much in one go.

"I don't know exactly who Witcher 1 and 2 are. But, if I know my family as well as I hope I do. They are probably laughing about it right now over some ale in the main hall. They aren't coming back. But, I can help you get warm." "Is that so?" He gave a cocky smile. You rolled your eyes. "I meant... Stop looking at me like that." He didn't stop. He continued to look at you with a flirtatious smile. You turned your back to him so that he wouldn't make you blush even harder. It was like you were a teenager. Not fully grown adults.

"When I was a child I was cold and I told Geralt and Vesemir. Both of them being secret softies went and found me the warmest room in the keep. It's still cold but it's warmer than this one. "Y/N I am aghast. You are inviting me, to your room? You, an unmarried maiden?" "Oh, I'm not a maiden. You made sure of that." You turned to him with your own flirtatious face.

You pulled him from his room, but not before grabbing his jacket, and you both snuck through the keep making sure nobody would see you. The last thing you needed was to be found and be teased for it the rest of your life. You made it to your room which was indeed warmer than Jaskier's.

Once you locked your door you pushed him against it and kissed him. You quickly found your hands back in his hair and gave it a little tug which he seemed to enjoy as he moaned into the kiss. He quickly turned you around so you would be the one pressed against the door. He was a little rough and you hit the door with a thud. "Sorry." He said into a kiss. "I don't care." You admitted back to him.

He pushed your long coat off your shoulders and pulled your shirt over your head. He gasped. "What?" You asked suddenly self-conscious. You lifted your hands to cover yourself but he stopped you. His fingers went to the ring on your chest. "So you do still wear this." "Of course I do. I made you a promise that I intend to keep. I am going to be your wife one day."

"Oh are you?" He mocked your own question from years ago. "Don't I need to ask you first?" "If you don't want me to be your wife I can take it off." You teased straight back. He pulled out his own ring from his shirt to match. "I am going to put this ring on your finger one day and I will be your husband."

You continued to explore each other's bodies for a while longer. Finding old spots while finding new ones before falling asleep in each other's arms. You woke up the next morning rather cold. While this was the warmest room, it was still cold to fall asleep naked in it. With a laugh, you saw his jacket on the floor. You slowly unwrapped yourself from his arms and climbed out of the bed to pick it up.

He woke up at the movement of the bed and frowned when he saw you weren't in his arms. He looked over to where you were and the frown quickly disappeared. You were still naked but with his jacket on unfastened. "Oh, that is a sight I could get used to." Seeing you in it, while still being naked did things to him. You did a little pose for him before he pulled you back into the bed so you were sat on top of him.

"Do not take that off," He requested. You smiled at him and gave him a soft kiss. "I really love this jacket." "So do I." He nodded in agreement looking at... the jacket. He was looking at the jacket... respectfully.

You lay down, still on top of him, and smiled with content. He began to hum a tune that you hadn't heard before. This was how it should be. You shouldn't have to choose between the witcher life and the life of being the wife of a bard. Life should be both. The future was something you could decide together. Monster slaying, singing, parenthood. Whatever. But right now, you were in your home, in your warm bed, with the man who was going to be your husband, wearing his amazing jacket.

AN: That jacket though

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