#jaskier fanfic

[write-ur-wrongs]

Stayaway

In an attempt to get out of funk, here is a very short, not edited, written-directly-into-tumblr, song-inspired grealt x reader fic. Inspired by Stayaway by MUNA (the best band in the world, begging y'all to listen to their music you will be forever changed!!).

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"Come on! I know you're home, I followed you!"

The bard was yelling and banging on your door incessantly and you knew you had to answer eventually. The bastard followed you home after all, he knows where you live.

"I'm not home!" you shouted back, delusional.

"Y/N! I may be a fool but I'm not stupid," he replied, and you could hear the familiar smile pulling at his lips, "Now open up! The door and your heart!"

"Jask," you sighed, laughing despite yourself at his poetic antics, "go away!"

"No! I miss you!"

"I'm not home!" you tried again, will wavering.

"Y/N!" he pleaded, and you swore you could hear half that cursed smile pull down into a pout.

You rested your forehead against the door and bit your lip, debating. All the while, your hand betrayed you, reached for the doorknob and turned it open.

Before you knew it, you were face to face with an old friend and while the sight of him filled you with joy, you were also flooded with other, less welcome feelings of remembrance.

"Y/N!" he exclaimed, pushing himself into your home and saving you from dwelling on the heavy memories that tried to creep up over you. "You're home, what are the odds?"

"Hilarious as always, Jaskier," you said, closing the door behind him. "What brings you to my little hamlet?"

"Fate, chance, what have you," he said, his cheery demeanor working overtime to cover for his abject curiosity, "The sea called and I had to answer. You know how it is."

"I do, do I?"

"Don't you? I mean you just disappeared... I assumed something called and you, you know, answered?" His tone stayed light, the practiced levity of someone who's spent years buttering people up for information all while staying neutral.

"I guess..." you bit your cheek, busying yourself by playing hostess, and pouring you both a glass of wine, "things changed and I thought, 'hell, why not change too?'"

"Fair enough... oh thank you."

"Of course," you said, taking a sip of wine yourself before guiding you both towards your couch, "but seriously Jaskier, why are you here?"

"Seriously? I was just passing through on my way to Oxenfurt when I saw a familiar face. A face I thought I'd never see again..."

You looked up from your glass then, but immediately regretted it when you met the bard's earnest gaze.

"Yennefer thought she saw you in Novigrad a while back but then... nothing. We thought you were gone for good."

"Jaskier, come on," you pleaded, praying he wouldn't elaborate on who 'we' entailed, while another, less disciplined part of you hoped for the opposite. Maybe if you knew he missed you, maybe if you knew he was looking for you... maybe you could let yourself be found.

No!

"Don't shake your head at me, Y/N. You disappear from the city, you quit your job, no one has seen you at the pub, the library - anywhere!"

"I- I know... but Jask," you stammered, trying to start three sentences at once and fumbling them all.

"I mean, you loved your job, didn't you? And what about us?" he asked, voice cracking slightly. "Gods, was the breakup that bad?"

"The thing is, Jask," you sputtered between large sips of wine, "It wasn't. It was easy, actually. He did what he always does when we fight; scowl, shut down, turn away, and then take it out on our friends. The break was clean."

"If it was so clean, then why did you leave?"

"It's the rest of it! The, the staying away that was, is impossible. If I had stayed and kept going it out with you guys, we'd drink and dance and I'd wonder where he is. Or one moment I'd be at the library studying and the next, Yen be asking me about the breakup and trying to 'cheer' me up by bringing up the good times and next thing you know? I'm answering the door for him when he rolls back into town injured and brooding. I couldn't stand it! I- I couldn't risk it."

"That's -"

"Pathetic? I know."

"No! No, but if there were so many good times, so many reasons to go back then why not-"

"Damn it, Jaskier! This is why I had to leave." You said, gesturing between the two of you before dropping your hand on your lap with a smack. "If I let him back in, then he's not the man who broke my heart anymore. Not the one who told me I was overemotional for being worried when he'd disappear for months. Suddenly everything is fine... until it's not and I'm hurt and alone again."

You felt tears begin to prick the back of your eyes and shoved the heel of your palms into them to force them down.

"Hey... Y/N," Jaskier said, gently pulling your hands away from your eyes and taking them in his. "I'm sorry, I didn't know..."

"It's okay," you said, giving your friends hands a squeeze and looking up to the ceiling, letting your tears fall for a moment, "I'm okay."

"Y/N..."

"Oh alright, but I'll be okay," you amended, laughing at yourself lightly and wiping the tears away. "Jaskier, don't look so sad. I just need time, space, distance... I will be fine."

Your words had little effect on your friend though, who seemed to grow more anxious and sad with every passing moment. You quirked your brow at him and shoved his shoulder playfully, trying to break the mood.

"Jaskier, will you relax?" you asked, desperate to get him to smile now. You really had missed Jaskier and now that he was here, you realized how much you wanted him to stick around.

"Y/N, I'm really sorry." He whispered, refusing to meet your gaze.

You were about to try another lighthearted quip when you heard a knock at your door. Not someone knocking, just a knock. One quick but deliberate rap.

"Who...?" you heard yourself asking, even though you only ever knew one person who knocked on doors like that.

"Y/N, I'm so so sorry," Jaskier kept repeating. "I really didn't know. I never would have told him if I'd known."

Your mouth was bone dry but you couldn't get your hand to reach for your glass of wine. You just kept staring at Jaskier, watching him babble.

"I'll go tell him to leave, Y/N, I'm so sorry," you heard him say, his voice barely registering over the ringing in your ears.

You felt him get up off the couch, your blurred vision registering the now empty spot on the couch only after you heard your door be pulled open.

Every fiber of your being was on fire. You were frozen. You wanted to throw yourself on the floor. You wanted to run to him.

"Y/N..." you heard him say. Fuck he sounded sad. You wanted to hold him, tell him it'll be okay. You wanted to slam the door in his face. You forgive him. You'll never forgive yourself.

Against your better judgement, you felt yourself to turn look towards the front door and your breath caught when you saw him.

Gods above, you thought, he should have stayed away.

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[writersblockedx]

The End of What Could Have Been

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

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

Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Then why did last night change your mind?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[bluewritinghood]

Witcher! Watch out for that tree!

“You didn’t have to throw that guy through a table you know.” Jaskier says absentmindedly plucking at his lute as he walks beside Geralt down the dusty path.

“He was being an ass.” Geralt reminds him.

“Yes, well it did get us kicked out of the inn though so maybe not worth it?” Jaskier says still plucking at his lute more than likely trying to subconsciously perfect a tune that would soon make an appearance in one of his latest songs.

“He called you a cocksucking bastard.” Geralt reminds him gruffly. “I wasn’t going to let it go.”

“I mean it’s not the worst thing I’ve ever been called I could give you a whole list of insults a mile long that’s been hurled at me this year alone and never repeat the same one twice.” Jaskier laughs at his own expense.

Geralt offers an irritated grunt by way of reply.

“I mean it wasn’t even really an insult since it’s true, I mean half of it at least.” Jaskier says tuning his lute slightly.

“You were an illegitimate child?” Geralt asks surprised.

“Oh gods no. No matter how much my father would like to claim otherwise, I meant the first part. You didn’t know I was Bisexual?” Jaskier asks sounding genuinely surprised.

Geralt doesn’t answer, doesn’t say anything at all, doesn’t look away from Jaskier even as they approach an enormous tree in the road. But surely Geralt couldn’t miss it, its trunk was wider than his shoulders for heaven’s sake.

Geralt runs smack into the tree with a dull ‘Thunk’ stumbling backward.

“Good gods Geralt are you alright?!” Jaskier says jogging the few steps he had fallen behind Geralt to catch up with him and check on him. “How in the world did you miss that tree?”

“You’re into men?” Geralt asks instead of answering the question.

“Yes, I thought that was painfully obvious. Don’t tell me that’s why you ran into the tree it’s honestly not that surprising. I mean I’m kinda fruity.” Jaskier says with a laugh.

Geralt just stares at Jaskier until his smile fades.

“You’re not opposed to that sort of thing are you?” Jaskier asks suddenly a little worried that this of all the things might be what ends their friendship.

Geralt is a silent as a stone for a few minutes leaving Jaskier to wonder what exactly he would say if he ever said anything at all.

“No.” Geralt finally grunts out relieving Jaskier of his fears.

“Well that’s a relief.” Jaskier says with a nervous chuckle.

Geralt continues to stare at him until Jaskier finally asks. “What exactly is the problem then?”

Geralt finally stops looking at him only to start looking anywhere but at him. “I’m in love with you.” He mumbles.

“I’m sorry come again?” Jaskier guffaws. “Because I thought a certain sorceress occupied that stony heart of yours.”

Geralt shakes his head reverting back to his normal taciturn state.

“You’re telling me I’ve had a chance with you all this time and you’re just telling me now?” Jaskier asks voice raising an octave.

Geralt finally seems to get the message that his feelings are reciprocated because the next thing Jaskier knows he’s being pushed up against the tree and Geralt is kissing him.

Ao3 link to this story.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45596839

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[thewritersaddictions]

Request: The Witcher: Jaskier - Runaway Princess

Pairing: Jaskier x Princess!Fem!Reader

Pov: Reader

Summary: The shy princess is enthralled by the bard at a local tavern. Could it be everything she was looking for?

Warnings: Almost being killed, getting caught, smut, friends to lovers, fuck the hierarchy, falling in love, sacrificing everything for someone, passion, fluff, shyness,

A/n- @ firefly-graphics for dividers

WC- 3.3 k

Requests Master List // The Witcher Master List // The Bard Master List

She was looking for something, anything that lead far away from the dimmed light of the castle. The gowns that fit to tight, for poor Y/n she may have a crown with diamonds and sapphires but her heart desired more. It yearned for something less showy, and more homey feeling. Sure she had a wonderful set of parents. A loving mother and father, but what they could not give their daughter was that true and rare feeling of walking outside the castle walls, being just another person among the streets. 

Once the handmaiden had left I was rushing for the windows, as I looked over the edge the ground came close and then far all in a moments time. I shook the image from my head, and went in search of better outside attire. The sheer night gown wasn’t going to cut it if I was going to make it down the side of my window and into the village. From my room the village looked small, the hundreds of flames that flickering back and forth in the the wind. 

Had I been stealing the young girls clothes that worked in the kitchen in exchange for extra coins so that I could go out in a disguise… of course I had it was the only way that I was going to be able to go without causing a very big scene. I only ever got to out once or twice a year. One of holidays and the other for any special announcements. I wanted to be where the people were, the bustle of feet on the dirty paths left dust to fall onto your shoes. I wanted nothing more then to feel normal even if it were just for one night. 

The girls clothes were a bit tight around my hips and my bust, but I could care less as I climbed down the stone wall of the castle. Landing feet first on wet, dewey grass. The air had a biting chill yet it didn’t scare me away from exploring the village. I made my way around guards, and others before finally making it to the gate. A gate was all the stood in my way of the village, the people the ones that loved us without knowing why. 

The side of the said huge gate was a small door, no bigger then my bedroom door. I twisted the handle, and pulled but it didn’t budge. Panic began to arise in from the pits of my chest. I swallowed hard when footsteps got louder. I jiggled the handle and with a push of my hand the door opened. I leaped through the doorway, shutting the door without thinking for another second. I was sure that I had thought this far yet standing here now. On the other side of the gate I was frozen with fear, and with the unknown ahead of me I stood there. Minutes passed by before the sheer fact that I was outside of the castle walls hit me like a ton of bricks. 

My cheeks bagan to burn with a smile so great, I don’t think I’d ever smiled like this, not even for a painting of my portrait. Confidence began to grow in my chest, and with that my feet were taking me on my first adventure to the village. The streets weren’t crowded as how I had imagined it, but the flames that were ablaze in almost every window told me life was still happening just inside right now. I walked the streets for what seemed like hours until the loud banter, and laughter came from a shabby looking building not far off the path. 

A wonky sign laid lopsided on the top of the building. Simply written it said ‘The Tavern’. The sounds of a few voices rang out from behind the doors, and windows. Drunken men and women stumbling out onto the path. Nonetheless the sounds of a beautiful voice dragged me nearer. The beautiful voice turned out to be singing. A tale from what I caught just the end of. “That’s my epic tale, Our champion prevailed, Defeated the villain, Now pour home some ale” His voice rang out across the tarven. He sat atop a table, a lute laid across his lap. He was so beautiful, or handsome whatever he was words could not describe, so I watched in awe. “Toss a coin to your Witcher, O Valley of Plenty!, O Valley of Plenty!, Toss a coin to your Witcher, A friend of humanity.” His riff was remarkable, and yet all I could do was stare at him from afar. Blue eyes staring out into the crowded floor of patrons in front of him.

I wanted deeply to talk to him, my bones ached for conversation with the man with blue eyes. Confidence oozed from him across the grimmy, and dirty floor stopping just before it would ever get to me. I ducked my head out of the tarven, and walked away from my growing obsession. Except I didn’t just walk away, I ran like a bat out of hell. I ran so far that I somehow managed toget myself right back at the tarven the next night, the following night after that, and so many more just hoping. Crossing my fingers that the bard would be there singing another one of his tales. Singing, drawing me in, closer and closer every night. 

Just for the off chance that the bard would be there. I had gotten so good at climbing from down my bedroom window that I knew exactly when I could leave, who was posted on guard and that the small door next to the gate was always left open. The plans of getting back in were always harder, or maybe I should that they were getting harder. With every chance I was able to descend down the castle walls the more aggriant I got. With every walk on the dirt path to the tarven the nights turns into days quicker and quicker. That meant the plans of getting back into the castle walls only got harder. 

Yet I cared not for as long as I got to gaze, and hear the sounds of his angelic voice ring through my ears. Most night it traveled behind me like a bird singing her morning song. It kept me calm before the morning started and the drag of the day took place. Where tight corsets, and snickering happened. 

It wasn’t till the summer night cooled down, and the fall began to liter the ground it it browned and reddned leafs that I was caught by none other then the bard himself. Now let me make this perfectly clearly I’m yes a shy person, but there’s something about the way he talked to me when he first laid his eyes on me. I had talked to men before, been courted about a dozen times. Never having worked out due to one thing or another. I had danced at court with a few genetlman, but never tallked to someone from outside that proteigous realm of people. Fear had settled, and I stuff my heels in the dirty waiting for the worst to happen. 

Except it didn’t, because why would the worst happen? 

“You aren’t new here,” The bard said as he snuck up from behind me. Shaking me with a sort of fear I wasn’t used to. I swallowed down the fear, and the scream that wanted to come out. “No.” That was a simple answer, but all the sudden I didn’t want to talk I just wanted to look at him. I wanted to be the invisible girl behind the crowd of people that looked but never dared to touch. “I see you every time I’m in here.” I nodded, “Oh how rude of me, the names Jaskier, and you are?” In a moments time I had turned looked him up and down. Now that he was standing right here, now that he was in touching distance. Everything was blown out of proportions for me. Lean frame but built good, a fresh dandelion smell wafted from his clothes 

The words that wanted to come out were stuck in the back of my very dry throat. He must have sensed my painc, “How about this we can get a drink, or we can get the hell out of this loud place maybe go for a walk?” Jaskier offered, I nodded my head, “I’ll take you meant the second thing.” I nodded again words still not wanting to come out in a coherent sentence. He lead the path through women and men standing around near the door, and out onto the dirt path. “This is better?” He asked me. “Yeah…” The words they were working now, he smiled brightly at me even though the dimmed flames and the moon light gave me little to work with I knew his face like the back of my hand. Many a night I just stare at him. 

“My names Y/n.” Finally getting up the courage to answer his first question ‘Well that’s a beautiful name, Y/n.” My names rolls off his lips with a sort of grace that most people don’t even have at court. “And I must say that it fits your beauty as well.” A chamer this man is, I swallow hard trying to will the heat that grows at the edges of my cheek bones. The conversation starts to grow into something I’d never had with anyone else. His voice is so soothing that when the first sight of sun rays hit the horizon I’m not even paying attention. 

When the blinding rays hit my eyes, the panic rises in my chest, “I’m sorry Jaskier I have to get going.” My words rushing out of my mouth, and Jaskier doesn’t understand what’s going on. “I’ll see you again right?’ He asks as I start to walk away. “Of course.” I say without even thinking, ‘And even if you don’t I’ll see you’ I think to myself as I run as fast as my feet with allow. 

This friendship grows every night I see him, he’s there in the tarven every night. Singing about tales of the past, and then the songs they turn into something else. Songs about her beauty, oh how she must be something from the heavens. As our frienship grows so does my confidence and one night without thinking as Jaskier is going on and on about something I lean in, kissing his lip ever so gently. He shuts up almost automatically. “What… what was that for?” He barely manages to get out. “You’re just so very handsome.” I mutter. My lips are burning with a sensation I’ve never felt before. 

Kissing Jaskier becomes the only thing I can think about, the only thing that I want to do. The thing that wakes me in the morning when the stray lights of morning sun hit my face, when I sit at lunch with my mother and father. It’s the driving force that has me climbing out the window even when the icy wind picks up and chills me to my bones. Summer having come and gone now that winter is here the outside conversation and little kisses become to hard to have. So Jaskier suggests we get a room, “A room?” I ask not understanding, “actually we don’t have to get it, since I’ve been paying for the room since I met you. It’s just above the tarven.” Jaskier says it as if it’s the most normal thing on the planet. 

The night with the searing wind hitting the window the rooms chills and the banter down the stairs is muted by the sounds of Jaskier kissing my lips and my neck. Something turns into more, and more turns into ecstasy. It’s all I want now, I have no want to leave when the morning hits the brim of the world. I just want Jaskier. I want his hands on me forever, I want his everything he has to give me. Yet when the church bells go off I have to leave him. I hasetly dress myself, rushing down stairs bumping into people. Barely making it to the castle walls, or through the smal door. My heart is racing as I leap into bed awaiting the regular knock on my bedroom door. 

“Princess Y/n, are you awake?” The small voices asks from the other side of the door. “You may come in.” I say trying to make my voice seems calm. That night I was right back out the window. The small gate and to him, “Where did you go?” Jaskier asks caring not that he had stopped his sings thrown down his lute. “I… I was…” The words can’t and won’t come out even if I tried to make them. “Did I do something? Was I too rough with you, please Y/n just explain.” Jaskier begs. “That was my first time jaskier.” I say in a whispered breath. His eyes widden, “Oh my dear sweet dove.” He says reaching over to grasps my cheek I melt into his touch. “I wish you would have said.” He mutters as he presses his forehead into mine. Nose brushing against nose. 

The night takes a turn for a sweet cuddle between a set of warmed sheets. Jaskier keeps his lips to himself for a little awhile then I want him to. “I’m sorry I didn’t say…” Jaskier hushes me before I can even finish my thought. “I should have reliazed my love, that’s on me. But I promise if you give me anothe chance I’ll be gently and kind with your mind, and body.” Jaskier says before pressing kisses into my exposed skin. His hands are searching for my skin, and my hands are searching for something to ground me to him. 

The moment is ripped away from the both of us, when a knock, a hard knock happens to befall the door. Jaskier looks up at me, then towards the door. “I must have forgotten my lute downstairs. I’ll be right back my love.” Jaksier says pressing a chaste kiss into my lips. He opens the door, I can see the flame shine in the metal of their armor. “Where is she?” He guard asks Jaskier. His voice booming hitting all the walls around me. Jaskier stands there dumbfounded. “Who?” Jaskier asks, and I bear witness to the fall of his expression when the guard tells him that they are indeed looking for the princess, “Princess Y/n, there have been reports of her here at this tarven. With you.” 

The moment still, and everything happens in slow motion. Jaskeir turning to look at me. I’m left with my mouth gaping open. “Your the princess.” He doesn’t sound angry, or really like anything. “I… didn’t mean for…” “Princess Y/n, you have to come back to the castle with…” Guards then see the state that I am in, clothes half off my clothes and in the bed, hair a mess. The next few things area blur, the chains that end up circling Jaskier wrist, and a guards drags the both of us back to the castle. 

That large gate opening. “Why?” Jaskier asks,m before a guards slaps him, and tell him he isn’t allowed to talk to me. I’m walked to the court where my father and mother are sitting there with worry written on their expression. While Jaskier is taken in the opposite direction. “My king, this man was seen with the princess. We caught him with her in bed.” The guard says prideful; of his actions.

“Why could you do this?’ My mother asks, “Because she’s spoiled rotten that’s why.” My father answers her question. “I’m not spoiled rotten.” I disagree, “You are to go to your room, and someone needs to bind her windows up. I will not have my daughter making a fool out of the crown for what a bard.” He spits venom out at me. I bit my inner cheek willing the tears to go awau but nothing helps, not when I know that I had caused all of this. Hours later a knock comes to my door, my mother comes in through the door  “Sweetheart.” I cry on my side thinking that I want is a moments time with jaskier. “It wasn’t his fault mother.” I tell her through hiccups, and shear breaths. 

“Oh my sweet darling daughter, do you love him?” She asks me, as she combs her nimble fingers through the ends of my hair. “Mother I do not know.” I honestly do not know, “Of course you know.” My mother says all knowing, she’s probably right but I’m not sure Ic an say the words. Say the truth outloud. “Do you think I will be able to see him?” I ask my mother, she thinks for a moment. “Your father probably won’t allow it my dear.” The ears start to bubble over the edge of my lashes. “But I’ll see what we can do.” She promises me. 

With that she kisses my forehead, and she’s out the door. I sit there for the rest of the night feeling sorry for myself, and Jaskier. I feel as if it’s all my fault. This feeling sits at the bottom on my stomach for what seems like weeks. It isn’t until those weeks turn into months does my mother come back. Giving me rather good, and bad news. “Sweetheart, I need to tell you a few things.” My mother said softly. “Yes mother.” “The boy is be putting to death, but you can talk to him before he goes to the gallows.” There was no warning or anything from her. “Right now?” I asked her, she nodded her. 

I had never rushed down the stairs of the hallways so fast to just get to one person. “Jaskier!” “Y/N!” I followed the sounds of his angelic voice. When I reached thebar that held him in the cell. “Oh god, you’re so… I’ll go get something to clean your face up.” I said, “NO please don’t go.” Jaskier pleaded with me. “They will be taking me tothe gallows soon. I just wanted to see that beautiful face of your before I meet the heavenly gods.” Jaskier words hushed. “Oh Jaskier this is all my fault, but I… I have a way to fix it all. I promise.” His brows furrowed together. “What do you mean?” worry seeping into his voice all for me while he was going to be killed. 

“Jaskier I would do anything for you. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, or for well anyone that I loved.” Jaskier looked me up and down. “What are you saying Y/n?” He asked as he eyed my hand on my stomach. “Please don’t do something so irrationally. I’m not worth your jewels, your titles, or your throne.” Jaskier pleaded with me, I scoff at him. “Of course you are Jask. You are worth it all because I love you.”

Jaskier is brought to the gallows with my father looking proud of himself, and my mother  standing by his side. “Do you have any words to say before you are killed?” My father boasts. “I do.” The shock written over my fathers expression is hard to ignore. “Y/n sit down.” He demands, “No, I don’t care anymore. I will do anything for this man. Regardless of what you think I should do or not. I’m giving up my everything for him and our baby. I’d rather be happy and poor with Jaskier and our baby then be miserable and alone on the throne.” I said loud and clear, throwing my crown down to the ground. “Undo Jaskier chains, he and I will leave without a single word.” My father twitches with anger and as he’s about to burst at the seams my mother whispers into his ear. 

Moments later, “Undo his chains and escort them out.” My father demands and with that when Jasker is in my arms the kiss of life brings both of us back together. “A child?” He asks against my lips. “Our child Jaskier.”

Completed on: 09/24/23

Posted on: 09/24/23

The Bard-

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[watch-that-writer-burnnn]

Keeping You Warm

Pairing: Jaskier x reader

Summary: Sad bard turns up soaking on reader's doorstep during a storm, so they offer to give him a bath to warm him up. Comfort and cute bath fluff ensues

Warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff! Nothing explicit but it does get a bit steamy... Maybe a little angst but not really.

Words: 2159

A/N: I wrote this ages ago but forgot to post it. Hope you enjoy!

He was the last person you'd expected to see tonight, especially not looking like this. Dripping wet, brown fringe plastered onto his delicate face, soft blue eyes staring sadly down at you. He shivered, numb fingers trying in vain to hold his soaked doublet closed across his chest, which was heaving with ragged breaths of exhaled steam.

Behind him, rain mercilessly tore up the muddy ground, the light from the lantern by the front door casting odd shadows on the shimmering ground.

A puddle formed on your doorstep as you stared in disbelief at your old friend.

"Jaskier? What are you doing here?"

He attempted a smile, opening his mouth to respond, but was suddenly overtaken by a coughing fit, doubling over. You rushed forward, reaching for his shoulder and guiding him inside, pulling the door shut behind you.

"S-sorry..." he muttered shakily. He managed a smile as his eyes met yours. "It's good to see you."

You beamed back at him.

"It's good to see you too, Jask." You threw your arms around him, squeezing him tightly as he wrapped his own arms around you, firm hands pressing into your back. You relaxed in his embrace, smiling into his shoulder. He really was soaked, and the brush of his fingers through your shirt felt like ice. You finally pulled back.

"What the hell were you thinking, being out in that storm? You could have frozen to death!"

"Yeah, I know. I just... Needed to see you. And my weather forecasting skills are unfortunately lacking."

You sighed. "Well, at least you're here now. Come on, let's get you warmed up."

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, the warm touch of your lips making him blush slightly, obvious against his cold, paled skin, and led him by the hand towards your crackling fireplace.

"We'll get you out of those wet clothes, and then run you a bath," you said, looking him up and down to determine which of your garments would best fit him.

"So keen to get me undressed?" he smirked. You punched his arm.

"Don't flatter yourself," you winked.

"You'll freeze to death if you stay in those soaked clothes."

You turned to leave the room, but Jaskier quickly reached out and took your hand in his own, pulling you back and staring deep into your eyes.

"Thank you," he said, rubbing his thumb absentmindedly against your fingers, traces of playfulness wiped from his face, replaced with a genuine appreciation for your actions.

You swallowed.

"You're welcome, dear heart," you whispered.

***

You returned with a blanket just as Jaskier was pulling off his shirt. His doublet was neatly folded over the back of a chair by the fire, and his boots lay discarded on the floor. You approached the shirtless bard, eyeing his exposed form. He was still quite skinny and slender, skin soft and chest covered in a thick coat of dark hair, but he appeared fitter now, more muscular.

"Here. Wear this until the bath is ready," you smiled encouragingly, moving towards him with the large blanket outstretched and indicating a chair nearby. He sat, and you leaned in to wrap the blanket around his still shivering form, feeling his warm breath on your face as you pulled it over his bare shoulders. He wriggled cutely in the chair, getting comfy, his movements prompting you to giggle.

"What is it?" he asked, oblivious to the effect he had on you. In response you simply leaned closer to him, resting your forehead against his. You both closed your eyes, and he sighed at your touch.

"I've missed you so much, Jask," you whispered, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek.

"I didn't realise how much I needed you in my life until you left," you admitted.

"Don't worry, love. I'm not going anywhere," he said, voice a low rumble. You made the mistake of opening your eyes, and were met with an intense electric blue gaze, which was locked on your own. Your eyes flicked down to his party open lips, tantalisingly close, and suddenly you kissed him, quickly, strongly and filled with longing.

Then you came to your senses - you'd just kissed your best friend. The two of you had always been close, but this was something different.

"Oh. Oh god, Jaskier, I'm so sorry, I don't know what I-"

He silenced you with a passionate kiss of his own, letting the blanket fall away as he pulled you closer with an arm around your waist and a hand on the back of your head. He moaned into your lips, eventually pulling away.

"You've got no idea how long I've wanted to do that," he smiled, brushing his fingers along your cheek.

"Me too," you whispered, pulling him closer, warm lips back on your own.

***

Jaskier sank beneath the steaming water, groaning with relief as the weight was taken off his aching muscles. He sank down lower beneath the bubbles, closing his eyes and sighing.

"Just how long were you riding to get here, Jask?" you asked, turned away from him as you gathered a collection of soaps and scents from around the room.

"Oh, I don't know. A week? Two weeks? Don't worry about it."

You spun around, brow creased with concern.

"Don't worry? You were alone, without protection, on the road for two weeks. For what? To see me? I'm not worth the risk, Jask. You should have waited for Geralt."

"He was... busy, and like I said, I needed to see you - and you are absolutely worth the risk, dear heart." He did his best to look sweet, pouting and staring right at you with his intoxicating blue eyes. It worked.

You shook your head, unable to mask your smile as you moved over to the bath, setting the soaps down on a nearby table. You smeared shampoo onto your hands and moved closer to the bard.

"What- what are you doing?"

He pulled back as you reached towards him.

"What do you think I'm doing? I'm washing your hair."

He glanced uncertainly at you, swallowing nervously.

"It's alright, really. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. Just go take care of yourself. Besides, the greasy look rather suits me, don't you thi-"

You swiftly leaned in, kissing him gently.

"I knew that would shut you up," you smirked. "Now, please," you whispered, "let me look after you for once."

He nodded slowly, and you kissed him again, before pulling away to sit on a stool positioned behind him. He gratefully sank back against the edge of the bath as you buried your hands in his soft brown hair, massaging in the soap. Jaskier hummed in satisfaction as you rubbed your hands against his scalp, forming a foamy layer over his hair.

He began to sing softly, occasionally sighing deeply as you passed your fingers through his hair. You poured warm water over his head to rinse the soap through.

"How does that feel, love?"

"It's wonderful. Thank you." he reached behind him to grab your wrist, pulling it around and placing a soft kiss on your hand.

You wrapped your other arm around him, one either side of his head, and leaned forward, burying your face in his shoulder from behind as you slid your hands down onto his partially submerged chest.

He hummed as you rubbed his chest, stroking a finger along his collarbone and enjoying the soft hair beneath your fingertips. You began kissing his neck, pressing your lips into the hot, sensitive skin and drawing a series of whimpers and little moans from the bard. He tilted his head, exposing more of his neck as you continued.

"Don't stop," he begged softly as you began to pull away.

"Patience, love." You shuffled your chair around to the side of the tub, before reaching towards Jaskier, turning his head to face yours. He groaned as your lips collided once more. You slid a hand behind his head, pulling him into you, and squeezed his shoulder with the other. His tongue darted greedily into your mouth, and you moaned. When you finally separated, he kept his eyes closed, lips parted, savouring the memory of your touch.

You stroked his face and he smiled, slowly opening his eyes. "We should do that again sometime," he sighed.

"How about now?"

***

Jaskier had finished his bath, which included lots of kissing, and even more touching. Now that your feelings were out in the open, Jaskier couldn't seem to keep his hands off you, rubbing your back, stroking your face, tracing his fingers - or lips - along your arm. You'd insisted on taking care of him, washing him with plenty of soaps and scents, gently massaging the mixtures into his soft skin as he hummed happily, eyes closed. As reluctant as he was to have someone take care of him for a change, he clearly enjoyed it.

Now, you were cuddled up in bed, beneath heaped blankets, bodies pressed tightly together. Jaskier lay almost on top of you, one leg thrown across your thighs, his bare chest pressed against you and his arms wrapped around you in a tight embrace.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"Thank you, love."

"For what?"

He hesitated, pouting, searching for the right words.

"For caring. I don't usually... Well, not many do. Care about me, that is."

You sighed sadly, and kissed him gently.

"You deserve to be cared for, Jask. More than anyone I know. I see the way you spend so long looking after everyone else, making sure everyone's okay, but... no-one ever seems to return the favour."

He looked away, lowering his gaze, but you noticed his cheeks reddening and his eyes sparkling with fresh tears.

"I-" he croaked, unable to find the words. He'd clearly given this quite a bit of thought before you'd brought it up.

"Hey," you whispered, "It's okay."

You reached up to stroke his cheek, before gently turning his head to face you again. You met his deep blue-grey eyes, the flickering light of the fire reflected in them. Gods, were they gorgeous. Intoxicating.

"I love you, Jask."

He managed a smile.

"And I adore you."

His lips met yours again, and he squeezed you tighter, moaning into your mouth. You ran your fingers down his exposed back, making him shudder and increasing the array of sounds coming from his mouth.

When he finally pulled back for air, you took the chance to flip him onto his back, and lay on top of him. You wrapped your legs around his waist, running your hands over his chest as you deepened the kiss, feeling him exploring your mouth with his tongue and humming contentedly.

"So good for me... I don't deserve you..." you muttered praises against his lips.

Jaskier shuffled backwards, sitting up against the headboard as you settled in his lap.

You continued to kiss him, leaning over him to grasp his face in your hands and pressing your lips down into his.

Jaskier broke through the moans escaping both your mouths as he began to sing pieces of his newest song, snatching at the words between ragged breaths and passionate kisses. You laughed against his lips, prompting him to sing more, almost moaning out the words as you tugged playfully at his silky brown hair, twirling it in your fingers. You finally pulled back, and he tried to follow your lips with his own, eyes still closed, outlined with delicate lashes set against flushed red cheeks. You sighed at the sight of him, so desperate for your touch, but stopped him by running your hands down his chest. You pressed a quick kiss to his nose, which he scrunched as your lips made contact.

"You're so beautiful, Jask," you said, gently caressing his face, his features appearing almost elven in their candlelit beauty.

He looked up at you with eyes full of an equal amount of adoration. His gaze managed to make you weak, as always, and you gave into those big blue eyes, returning your lips to their place against his smile.

***

You lay on your back once again, the crackling of the fire and Jaskier's soft breathing creating a beautiful melody in your ears. He lay on top of you, and you could feel the vibrations of his breathing against your chest. You snuggled comfortably beneath his warm, heavy body. His arms were wrapped around you, and the blanket lay strewn across him, leaving the smooth curves of his shoulders and back visible in the dim light. You stroked his hair as he began to fall asleep, utterly exhausted, but stubbornly continuing to sing under his breath, despite being so tired.

Managing to place a soft kiss on your lips as he was drifting off, he breathed a soft "thank you, my love," against your skin, before relaxing in your arms and settling into a deep, contented sleep.

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[creepslayer7]

promt to write or recommendations

Does anyone know of any ao3 stories for the witcher of jaskier Interacting with all of the witchers and to them he's like witcher Beyonce or something and he is just fawning over all over them like that meme "oh its adorable... oh it's traumatized."

And they're just flabbergasted that the jaskier finds them cute. Especially eskel(because of his face scar) or the cats/vipers (because they kill humans which he is)

#the witcher #jaskier #eskel #geralt #witcher #eskel my beloved #Witchers love jaskier #Jaskier loves witcher #jaskier the bard #jaskier fanfic

[ao3feed-jaskier]

by CrispyLiza

"There's too much at stake Geralt, it's not worth it. Go back to Kaer Morhen and forget about me." "You're more than worth it Jaskier and I'll do anything in my power to get you out of this hell. Melitele help anyone who stands in my way." - Jaskier is taken by Radovid in the midst of his travels with Geralt and Milva. The Redanian king, changed form the recent magnitude of power he had suddenly acquired, is determined to have everything he wants, Jaskier being on the top of that list. The bard spends time serving him in the Redanian court, drowning in despair and losing parts of himself in the process, but also content knowing that his friend was safe from the Redanian army on account of his sacrifice. Years later, after Geralt had united the north under his rule as a warlord, he decided to pay a visit to Redania in the hope of reuniting with his bard. But Jaskier is not as he remembers, his psyche fractured in their time spent apart. Will the witcher be able to save?

Inspired by the song "Poison" in Hazbin Hotel. The title comes from its lyrics

Words: 2324, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: M/M

Characters: Jaskier | Dandelion, Radowid V Srogi | Radovid V the Stern, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia

Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion, Jaskier | Dandelion/Radowid V Srogi | Radovid V the Stern

Additional Tags: Kidnapping, Hurt, Captive Jaskier | Dandelion, Dark Radowid V Srogi | Radovid V The Stern, Rape/Non-con Elements, Sexual Slavery, Obsessive Behavior, Protective Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier Whump Week (The Witcher), Jaskier | Dandelion Loves Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Hurt Jaskier | Dandelion, Hurt/Comfort, but the comfort will take a while to happen, Top Radowid V Srogi | Radovid V the Stern, Royalty, Minor Original Character(s), But they're not too important, Unrequited Love, Or Is It?, no noncon between Geralt and Jaskier, Post-Season/Series 03, Protective Jaskier | Dandelion, Tags Contain Spoilers, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Inspired by The Accidental Warlord and His Pack Series - inexplicifics, Warlord Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Not Beta Read, though if anyone's offering I would gladly accept, Bottom Jaskier | Dandelion

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[keepcalmandexpectopatronum934]

Aaand...we’re done!

It only took three years but I have finally completed my geraskier fic, The Proposal. Link is shared below, feedback is welcome. Enjoy!

Title: The Proposal

Summary:  Geralt is a pushy boss who forces his young assistant, Jaskier, to marry him in order to keep his visa status in Redania and avoid deportation to Rivia.

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 43,444

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[tears-and-smiles-ao3]

Revelations

Geraskier, rated T, minor blood origins spoilers, hurt/no comfort

Jaskier sat down the quill as Seanchaí's words faded into the air.

The first witcher had loved his bard.

Fjall had loved Éile and they'd had a child together. A powerful child at that.

Is this why witchers were now infertile? Did the mages mean to stop these magical children?

Geralt loved Ciri. Everything he did now that he'd finally accepted his child surprise was in love of her.

He would do anything.

Fjall had done everything, too, for the ones he loved. He'd given his life so that Éile and their unborn baby could survive.

Not that he'd known that at the time.

Unless.

Could Fjall smell it?

Geralt could smell a lot of things, mostly things that embarrassed Jaskier, but what could an elf witcher smell?

Lots, Jaskier bet.

Probably would've been able to smell Jaskier's creative juices flowing as he finished writing down some final thoughts and was snapped back into the battle.

Fucking, fuckity, fuck.

Time to run.

-

It was much later before Jaskier had time to sit down and look at the words he'd written.

In that time, he'd had many moments when he'd felt like screaming.

The witcher had loved his bard.

It felt so unfair. Was the reason Geralt didn't pay him the slightest bit of attention something wrong with Jaskier, or was it Geralt at fault?

Were humans better suited to becoming witchers because they didn't become monsters but the trade off was they lost their ability to love bards?

The whole 'witchers don't have emotions' thing was bullshit and Geralt could lie about it all he wanted to, Jaskier knew.

He knew Geralt could feel. He'd seen the way his eyes dimmed with sadness when he was rejected, when people told him to go away.

He knew Geralt wanted a family despite his protests to 'damn destiny' and ignoring his child surprise for many, many years.

Perhaps Jaskier knew Geralt better than he did. No, scratch that, Jaskier definitely did.

What he didn't know was if Geralt would ever allow himself to express any affection towards him.

I just want you to feel something for me. Be my friend. Tell me my songs are good. Anything, even the smallest crumb.

Pathetic, but he couldn't help it. He'd accepted from that very first day in Posada that he'd fallen in love.

He'd hope. Boy, had Jaskier hoped. He'd packed all his songs with his longing. Sung the words till he was hoarse.

It meant nothing to Geralt.

They'd continued the merry dance of Jaskier loving his witcher and Geralt willfully ignoring him.

Because it had to be willful at this stage.

20 years. Two decades. Countless songs.

Yennefer even knew. His enemy turned friend knew and they hadn't spent that much time together.

What did that say?

It made Jaskier grit his teeth together.

Why the fuck couldn't Geralt even show him a little bit of respect?

A little dignity.

Instead he was ignored.

Damn him.

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[ninja-potato-shelby-solomons]

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[preservedchaos]

all i wanted (was you)

rated - e / 1670 words

the radskier shed scene, continued

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[moonlightpirate]

Inkpot Gods Chapter 3

Will Geralt finally tell you about your family? Will you stay in that cave? May have snuck in a few lyrics from Inkpot Gods in this one see if you can find them 😉! Also does anyone want to be added to a tag list???? Moodboard by @sweetpeapod masterlist here for other chapters ao3 here

"Move your feet, Jaskier! You need to move quickly when fighting with an enemy!" You shout at Jaskier. 

You had spent the past few days continuing to focus on Jaskier and his sword skills, since Geralt would only answer your questions with a hmmm, a grunt, or by avoiding you. Yennefer just sat off by herself, occasionally glaring at you.

Geralt suddenly emerged from the cave, he sighed as he looked between you and Jaskier, before shaking his head and walking towards the beach. Jaskier looked over at you and nodded towards Geralt. You nod back at him and slowly slide off the large rock you had been sitting on, and follow Geralt. 

"I have been more than patient, witcher. What has happened to my father and mother?" You demand as you approach Geralt. 

"I couldn't tell you, princess. Last I saw, your father was in the middle of a battle, and I have no idea about your mother. Last I saw her was at the banquet when the kingdom was attacked." Geralt responded sternly, turning to face you. 

"Fine, then what about that creature you fought off? Did you kill it? Was it the shapeshifter?"

"It's possible it was the shapeshifter, but I wasn't able to kill it. It threw me out a window, which knocked me unconscious for a few days. I meant it when I said I don't know what happened!"

"Then let me go back! I need to know if my family is alive!"

"It's not possible, Y/N and you should know that by now." Yennefer intervened. 

"What is that supposed to mean?" You retort 

"I assume you know of the prophecy, which is why you have been all over Jaskier." She replied, putting a hand on her hip. 

"What do you mean? All I know of it is 'when the rose meets the dandelion in such dark days the love that comes will bring a child who will save the world' what does that have to do with Jaskier?"

"Some know him as dandelion and from what I've gathered of you, those in your court call you a rose, beautiful but dangerous. Also the child won't save the world it will destroy it! That is part of the second verse."

You scoff at her and roll your eyes, "what do you mean second verse."

"The child will grow in strength and power, and what saves the world for one, will destroy the world for others." Yennefer recited.

"What are we talking about?" Jaskier inquired, appearing next to you.

"If I'm so dangerous then why go to all this trouble to save me? Why not just let me die? Or even better, let me go back to my kingdom so I can see what happened!"

Geralt gave you a cold glare, "I promised your father I would save you, and keep you safe. That creature is still looking for you. Once I kill it, you can go about your search for your family. Until then, whether you like it or not, you are stuck here with us."

You grab the sword from Jaskiers hand, and practically lunge at Geralt. Quickly, he steps to the side and grabs for his own sword. Jaskier and Yennefer watch in shock as you and Geralt fight. You both assess the other's fighting method as your swords clash together. He was a strong fighter, but you knew he was expecting you to be weak. After another crash of the swords, you shift your position and manage to catch Geralt off guard, quickly knocking him to the ground. You hold your sword to his throat so as to keep him on the ground. 

"I knew you thought I was weak, but this should prove I am not. Let me go back to find my family."

"Y/N, please this is enough. Trust Geralt. If you won't trust him then trust me." Jaskier pleaded putting his hand on your shoulder. 

You glare at Geralt before you sigh, throwing the sword to the ground, and walking towards the woods, away from the cave. Jaskier helped Geralt up before looking after you wistfully. 

"She's dangerous, Jaskier, please be careful." Geralt said before he made his way back to the cave. 

Yennefer motioned for Jaskier to follow her and Geralt. 

"Come on, it may be best to leave her be for a moment."

"There's still creatures and such looking for her. I'm going to stay nearby in case something happens." Jaskier said, grabbing the discarded sword off the sand.

"Jaskier, Geralt wasn't lying when he said she's dangerous. There is a prophecy saying you two will fall in love and have a child. But it seems either the child will save the world or destroy it. It would be best to avoid the prophecy from happening, you should leave her alone." Yennefer said. 

Jaskier nodded, but refused to head back into the cave. Yennefer sighed, shook her head, and followed Geralt into the cave. After a few hours, you begrudgingly make your way back towards the cave just to see Jaskier keeping a watchful eye on you. You give him a hug and a gentle kiss on the cheek before you both head into the cave.

A few days passed, and the tension was still high. It didn't help that Yennefer and Geralt spent more time whispering to each other about who knows what, leaving you and Jaskier to ponder what was going on. 

"We have lingered here for too long. We need to go." Yennefer finally announced after three days of tense silence. 

"Where exactly?" You retort. 

"Away. I'm sure the shapeshifter is looking for you. Nilfgaard is probably also looking for you. We need to move or risk being found." Geralt grunted back to you. 

You sigh, and try to help clean up the cave removing any traces of habitation, in case someone were to stop here looking for you. Woefully, you follow Geralt, Yennefer, and Jaskier away from the cave, and away from home. Four days passed, and Yennefer would not let you near Jaskier, and kept asking you questions. Hours passed and you were getting tired of walking. Geralt finally stopped you guys to make camp for the night. 

"Why do you keep asking me all these questions?" You finally inquire of Yennefer.

"Your mother was convinced you had some chaos magic! I'm trying to figure out if you do or not." Yennefer retorted back. 

"She's not my mother." You say sitting down on a nearby log.

You feel everyone's eyes on you and know they're shocked by the news. 

Sighing, and rolling your eyes you look up at them, "I'm not sure who my real mother is. But my father did say something about me being part elf once long ago to my mother. She sounded devastated and hurt. Regardless, if I have any magic it would be elven magic not this chaos stuff you're talking about."

"Fuck." You hear geralt mutter. 

Jaskier looks between Geralt and Yennefer before putting a gentle hand on your shoulder. Before he can say anything to you, Yennefer pulls him away from you.

"So why are we keeping her with us, Geralt? She's hardly royalty from the sounds of it."

"I promised to keep her safe regardless of her status. If you don't see a use then you can go."

"Well I need to keep these two apart until I can decide what this prophecy means, and if it's about them."

"You know she can hear you! Now, I don't know about you guys but I am starving. Y/n, would you like to help me find food?" Jaskier asked, extending a hand out to you. 

You smile up at him, glad that he was sticking up for you. Quickly, you take his hand and stand up to begin your search for any kind of food in the dense forest, leaving Geralt and Yennefer alone. 

"Would you leave them alone? I doubt he will be able to make her fall for him." Geralt growled, beginning to gather wood for a fire. 

"Have you not seen the way he looks at her? The way she looks at him? Geralt, it's destined to be trouble!"

"Some say we are destined for trouble, and don't deserve each other. But yet we have found we cannot stay away from each other."

Yennefer looked up at Geralt and sighed knowing he was right.

Meanwhile in the woods:

"Part elf, really? I had a lady tell me a story that basically made it sound like I'm an heir of an elf and the first witcher! Not sure if it's true or not but fancy the idea."

You smile up at him, "I'm not entirely sure but it could be true. I mean I know for certain my mother isn't my real mother. I know that my father is my real father, so I am part royalty at least."

"Oh wow! I mean, I am Viscount of Lettenhove! Not really as fancy as royalty but it's something! I had a high standing in the Royal Court as a bard, until Geralt ruined it for me." 

You laugh, and begin to gather some plants while Jaskier continues telling stories, and occasionally asking you if a certain plant was safe to eat. After a while, you finally make your way back to Geralt. Jaskier is the only one who talks the rest of the night. You smile and nod to signal that you are at least listening, and after everyone is done eating, Jaskier grabs his lute, sits off to the side on a rock and starts trying to create a new song. You lie down, and look up at the stars as you listen to Jaskier sing. Patiently, you wait for everyone to fall asleep. You have decided to run away now before you get any further from home. Slowly, everyone started to lie down, and drift off. Once you were certain Geralt was asleep, and would not wake, you quietly creep around the campsite, slowly gathering the few things you will need in a bag. You put the sword in its sheath, and put that around the waist of your dress, and quietly make your way out into the woods away from the campsite, and back in the direction of your home. 

"Where are you going?" A male voice inquired, making you jump. 

You turn to see who has found you, "Jaskier?! What are you doing? Shouldn't you be sleeping?"

"Shouldn't you? Why are you leaving me?"

"I'm sorry, I need to go back to my home. I need to know if my family and my people are alive. It has been long enough that the shapeshifter should have left the castle, especially if it is trying to find me! I need to do this, regardless of what Geralt thinks." You reply, trying to keep your composure as you feel tears stinging the corner of your eyes. How could the thought of leaving Jaskier be so painful?

"Take me with you then, please. Don't leave me here to wonder if you are safe." Jaskier's voice was shaky, letting you know he was on the verge of tears as well.

"I can't. Geralt will find me faster with you. Besides, where I am going is for me and me alone. I can't risk you getting hurt or killed..." You approach him, and put a gentle hand on his cheek, "I promise, I will come back to you. Give me a month, maybe two before coming to find me. But, if I don't make it back from where I've gone, just know I have loved you all along."

You can feel Jaskiers tears on your hand that is still on his cheek, "I will come find you if you don't find me. I cannot lose you though. Be safe, please, I have loved you since I first laid eyes on you, and cannot bear it if I lost you for good. I'll work on my sword skills so that I can save you if needed."

You start crying, wanting nothing more than to take his hand and bring him with you. Before you can build up the strength to leave Jaskier, you feel his hand on your waist pulling you closer to him. You look up into his eyes as he uses his free hand to gently push your hair away from your face. His hand makes its way to the back of your neck as your eyes lock together. In one sweeping movement, your lips crash together, and time seems to stop. After a moment of enjoying his lips against yours, you move your hand from his cheek down his neck to his shoulder, and onto his chest, where you gently push him away from you. You bite your lip as you compose yourself, and quickly turn and run to make your way deeper into the woods, away from Jaskier. 

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[thewritersaddictions]

Day Sixteen: Jaskier + Santa Baby

The bard, the one that sang at your coranation. he had caught your ear and eye all in the same night. You sat and watched him all night long, no matter the knights that came to grace you with their presnese it was the one that kept his eyes off of you, and hadn't said a single word to you that had your attention.

Now as the queen you were able to do exactly what you wanted. Still the bard was there. Standing in your court waiting for your word. Your court was filled to the brim today with royal quests, and paralment. It was all getting to be a little bit to much. That was the first night that he talked to you.

"My queen would you like a song?" He asked never once looking you in the eye as he held your attention. You sighed heabily. "Thank you bard, but not now." You said returning your attention back to the royal in front of you. It wasn't until the many royal people left your court, and it was just you and the bard did he ask you again.

"My queen, I would like to sing for you." He said, struming a few cords of his lute before he belted into a sad but heartful song. You listened as you sat there on your throne. "Bard." You shouted over the struming of the lute. His fingers stopped struming and he turned hisattention towards you. "Yes my queen?" He asked notching his head to the side. The night the two of you talked, you asked him to come up and have a normal conversation with you.

It was something you missed dearly now that you had been crowned queen nobody ever talked to you like you were noraml. Instead you were talked to like royalty. "My queen, you musten worry about how the other talk to you. You're their queen they will always treat you as such." He was a rather insitghful bard. "Jaskier I'm just not sure…" "My queen, you have to be sure, you are the peolpes guiding heart, and light."

It wasn't until weeks later, closer to chirstmas did the bard complety take your heart. Annual chirstmas party was going wonderfully, the band was in full march, and the guest were filled to the brim with the best of the foods around the lands. Nothing was going to make this night any better.

You had even danced with a few of your people. It had been going great until you called upon your bard. "Bard!, Play something cheerful, and celebratory!" You shouted, and many followed your shourts with their own and claps of exctiement. he nodded gracefully, and began to play a song.

His voice echoed across the brick walls of your castle, and it gave everythign and everyone pause as they listened to his words. Nothign felt sweetter and heavier then his words as they hit your ears with ease. This time the bard, your bard Jaskier kept his eyes on you the entire time. Like his words were ment to be only for you. You felt your heart swell and your knees buckle, and for once you felt as though you weren't the queen rather just a girl in a tarven in the city listening to herself fall in love on chirstmas no less.

When Jaskier was done everyone clap and cheered continuing to dance around the court. it wasn't until much later, unti lyou heard knocked on your bedroom door did you finally see Jaskier again. "my queen?" You jumped up forgetting your robes and swong open the door. "Come in." You told him. He followed you in, "Your song tonight… its was so beautiful." You told him as you sat at the edge of your bed.

"I'm glad you thought so my queen." Jaskier says as he continues to stare at you. "You looked at me the entire time." You point out. He only nods, so you continue "The song was about me?" You ask him, he nods again. "Do you love me?" You ask him, he smiles and nods.

You can't help the earm embrace that wraps itself around your heart, and the tears come. he's at your side in a second, "Don't you cry my queen, you deserve to be loved always." Jaskier whispers into your ear as he embraces you in a long and meaningful hug. "I will love you till the end of time, my queen."

Completed on: 11/24/23

Posted on: 12/16/23

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[salterisks]

"To the poet I once knew,

By now, it has been a year since you've left. I'm sure much later when this letter is read by someone else. And I hope, pray even, that this letter finds it's way into the hands of someone who knew you; or, better yet, knew us.

I haven't stopped thinking about the last time we spoke. Some part of me hopes that it left some mark on how you viewed me. The same part also hopes that when you died, you remembered me with the same love you held before the incident. I'm sorry you never got a proper apology. And I'm sorry you never got to move on. I'm especially sorry that I couldn't be there when you drew your final breath, but I'm glad you did it surrounded by people who loved.

I liked enjoyed

I loved you. I still love you. Forever will I regret not telling you sooner. Perhaps I was scared. Perhaps I thought I would hurt you. Though, it seems I did anyway. No amount of apology will do me any good now, I waited too long to give you that. Even while you were alive.

I have many regrets in my life long lived... losing you the first time was my biggest. Not being there is my second. But I hope, that wherever you roam now... the sun is just as bright and the songs are just as good.

Forever yours, Geralt"

Jaskier sets the letter down on his desk, hands shaking, lip quivering. Perhaps it's time he finds his witcher to explain.

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[joestarlight]

Question for Witcher fanfic readers!

When reading a fic, do you have any preference between first person and third person?  This is told from Jaskier’s point of view, but I am finding myself slipping between those two as I write. Any thoughts?

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[seidenbros]

hello !! I was thinking about how much of a flirt Jaskier is, so, may I request a fic or one shot of reader flirting back for the first time, with prompt 71??

Helloooooo! Thank you so much for this, and sorry it took me some time, but work has been hell the last couple of weeks. I don't think this is what you had in mind, but it somehow ended up this way?! I don't know, because this pretty much wrote itself, so I hope you enjoy <3

(Taken from this list and here are some other prompts, but feel free to request anything <3)

Warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff Word Count: 1933

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That stupid bard! With all the flirting, you weren't able to get him out of your mind. For the last couple of weeks he'd come here into the book shop where you were working, and he'd been flirting nonstop, but then again: he was known to do that, and you'd seen him flirt with other women as well, so you didn't think too much about it. After some time, though, he'd woven his way into your heart, and you couldn't do anything about it. Of course, you didn't want to get attached, have all these feelings for him, but at one point, it had happened. You'd found yourself looking forward to his visits at the shop, they were your highlight of the day, but you wouldn't admit it out loud.

“Y/N?” you heard him call from the door even before you heard the bell ring that always announced a customer. Your heart skipped a beat at hearing your name, but you tried to stay calm. It was ridiculous, really. In a few weeks, months, he would be on his way again anyway, once the Witcher returned, once the winter was over. But a tiny part in you was hoping that he would stay or that he would take you with him.

Ridiculous, you told yourself, but your heart didn't want to listen, and instead beat even faster when you heard his footsteps. He brought some of the cold with him inside, making you shiver a little, when he stopped in front of you. He'd nearly ran right into you, because you hadn't said a word yet.

“Here you are! Why didn't you say anything?” Jaskier smiled down at you, his breathing still a little ragged, as if he'd run all the way here from the inn where he was staying. Every night, he performed there, and nearly every night, you were there to watch him, listen to him.

“I was lost in thought,” you said, telling him the truth. “I just found this book and it got me thinking.” A lie, but not an obvious one, because he'd often caught you with your nose stuck in a book, oblivious to what was happening around you. You were lucky, that nobody seemed to want to steal books.

“Yeah, you had that look on your face,” ha said, an amused smile on his face, which irritated you a little bit.

“What do you mean?”

“Every time, you have that dreamy look on your face, that tiny smile, that you can only detect, when you watch closely. It's almost like I can see the stars, your whole world in your eyes in that moment.”

“Oh Gods... stop that, you're making me blush!” And he did. You cheeks had already been flushed from the cold he'd brought inside with him, but it got worse now, knowing that he'd been watching you so intently. How often had he watched you, how long, until you'd realised it? Oh dear...

“I can't help it. You look even cuter when you blush,” he said, ruffling his hair, shaking off the tiny bits of snow that had clung to it. There was still that little smirk on his lips that made it hard for you to concentrate.

“Anyway,” you said, turning around and putting the book aside, hoping to move on to a different topic. You were lucky that Jaskier was the only customer here right now, so that nobody would see you like this. “What can I do for you today?”

You loved having him around – more than you would like to admit – and it always gave you something to do. During the winter months, not many people came here to look for books, search for something. That gave you time, though, to clean the place up, to store the books in order, to make it look nice in here, not so stuffy. There were loads and loads of books, you still had to unpack and catalog, so you had enough to do, but having a nice conversation with Jaskier... that was a distraction you really welcomed.

“Nothing, I just wanted to pay a visit to the cutest woman I know and spend some time with her.”

“You do know that I have work to do, right?” Still, you couldn't help but smile. One part of you told you that he was probably saying these kinds of things to all the people he flirted with, to the women and men on whose laps he sat while performing, but the other part... wanted to believe every word he said, because your heart was beating for him.

“Come on, these books won't run away. You can close the shop and take a walk in the snow.”

It was tempting, oh so tempting, but you just couldn't do it. Your guilty conscience made itself known.

“While that sounds tempting, I need to get at least a little work done, before I can call it a day. Maybe, you'll find someone else to take a walk with you.” Even though the thought of him walking in the snow with some other woman hurt you, you had to say it, because there were loads of other people he could choose from.

“But I don't want to go for a walk with anyone else,” Jaskier said, fixing his gaze on you. For a moment, you held it, but then you looked back down at the books in front of you so that he wouldn't see your burning cheeks again. He was a sweet-talker, but you weren't sure how much of it was actually true, and how much of it was exaggeration to get what he wanted.

“I could help you with the books, you know?”

“God, I love you.”

“What?”

“What?” Fuck... Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. WHY had you just said that? He'd simply offered to help you with the books, and you'd told him that you loved him? You could play it down, try to distract him somehow, but for the first few seconds, you were simply dumbstruck. Staring into his eyes didn't help you at all, so you had to look away from him again, busy your hands with the books and start piling them up. “I said, I'd love that.” Yes, that was a good way of putting it. Maybe he'd buy that.

“That's not what you said.”

Well, it had been worth a try, right? You ran your fingers along the spine of the next book you picked up, trying your hardest not to look up at him, afraid of what you might find.

“You said you loved me.” Jaskier stepped closer and stopped right in front of you. You could feel the warmth of his body seep into your own skin, making you acutely aware of him, of what he did to you.

“Did you mean it?” His voice was quiet, a little insecure, which was something you'd never detected in him. Not in the way he'd behaved or in the way he'd spoken.... Never. He was always so sure of himself, that this was a little confusing for you, so you raised your head to look at him. His smile had softened, but that look in his eyes... He looked like a little boy again, not like a grown-up man.

“Jaskier...” you mumbled, wetting your lips with your tongue, trying to find the right words to say. This was not what you'd pictured your day to turn into when you'd gotten up this morning.

He took the book from your hands and put it aside so that he could take your hand in his. His fingertips ran along the back of your hand up to your wrist. He put his thumb to your wrist where he could feel your pulse. When he realised how fast your heart was racing, he couldn't help but smile, because his heart was doing the same.

“It doesn't matter,” you heard yourself say, but didn't pull away from him. “You'll be gone soon and in addition, you're flirting with pretty much everyone in town.” Your tone wasn't accusatory, you were simply stating the facts, trying to distance yourself from that situation, which didn't work so well. But you needed to try, needed to put some distance between you two, before you completely lost your-

“It does to me,” he said, before he pulled you close to seal your lips with his. Gone were all the thoughts that had been in your head just a second ago, and your head was filled with Jaskier. With his words, his smell, the sweet taste of his lips... It was almost too much for you. Almost! But you gave up resistance and instead enjoyed this moment, this kiss between you. Your fingers landed on his chest, slowly crept up so that you could wrap your arms around his neck, because now that you started, you didn't want to let him go again. Even if it was just a fantasy, or if it was just for this moment... it was perfect.

Even when you parted to draw some air into your lungs, you kept your eyes closed, not wanting to face reality just yet. You'd rather revel in the feeling, in the moment a little longer than facing the fact that you'd be by yourself again soon.

“I love you, Y/N.”

Now, THAT made you open your eyes, because you weren't sure whether you'd heard him correctly or if that had been your imagination. Jaskier picked up on your uncertainty and smiled at you.

“I mean it... But you've blocked off all my advances, all my invitations to dinner and whatnot, so I wasn't sure what was going in inside your head, how you felt about me.” He tucked your hair behind your ear, let his fingers linger on your cheek for a moment. “You've made it really difficult for me to find out, but I've fallen for you right off the bat.”

“I just wasn't sure whether you were genuinely interested or if I was just a way to pass the time until the winter is over. You're flirting all over the place, so it was really hard to tell.”

“Oh, I might flirt here and there especially during performances, my love, but I haven't flirted with anyone like I did with you. My intentions have always been genuine with you, it was just... difficult to make you see that.”

“You could have just said so.” You had to laugh. It was the most simple way to go about it, the most straight forward one, but Jaskier being Jaskier had probably not thought about it that way.

“Ahh, but where's the fun in that?” He chimed in with your laughter, pulled you close again to wrap his arms around your body. “And you know, I am a poet, so it had to be special, memorable.”

“Oh believe me, this is memorable,” you said with a chuckle. He'd probably had a plan for all this, how to go about it, how and when to tell you what he was feeling, but you'd never agreed to going out with him, always putting work first to protect your heart. But now, you found your heart in good hands, well taken care of. What would happen once the winter was over was something you still had to talk about, to figure out, but you still had time to do so.

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