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writersblockedx · 10 months

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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.

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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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ouat-in-spare-oom-of-rivendell · 10 months

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The Witcher Masterlist

Geralt

The Devil’s Eye Soulmate AU, one shot

Summary: Everyone was born with one eye of normal color, and one Eye, the color of their soulmate’s eye. It was how those who were meant to be would find each other. At the first meeting of their gazes, the Eye would fade, leaving each soulmate with two eyes of their own same color. She was born with a Witcher’s Eye.

Jaskier

Larks Never Will series

Summary: Jaskier, as always, is along for the ride on one of Geralt’s contracts in a faraway kingdom. In the midst of it all, he finds that his wandering affections have settled on one woman - he is falling for a mysterious and elusive servant girl in the royal household.

It seems she is somehow connected to this dark magic that keeps the kingdom in fear. The closer Geralt gets to uncovering the mystery, the further Jaskier feels from the truth. What does this mean for his aching heart?

Read on Ao3

Read the OC Version on Quotev

Non Canon Compliant

Series Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Magic, Background Character Death, Angst

Series Incomplete

Lavender and Rose Soulmate AU, one shot

Summary: The world turns to color at the first meeting of their gazes, and in the next instant, she has vanished. Jaskier finds his soulmate only for her to slip from his grasp in the same instant. That first burst of color will never leave his mind. She is soft lavender, and he will find her again.

The world turned to color, and she fled. He is passionate red, and she must leave him.

Soulmate AU: Jaskier sees his soulmate and his world ceases to be black and white. And then, she is gone; disappeared into the crowd. Will they meet again?

Lambert

The Silver Script Soulmate AU

Summary: Every day, Lambert cursed those damn words inked in the silver script of unbreakable magic on his arm. He just knew his soulmate would be so afraid of the big, bad mutant monster that she was liable to run screaming. No one could love a Witcher. He knew what his fate would be.

Every day, she lived in fear of the silvery writing along her wrist. She just knew that her soulmate was going to kill her, though she didn’t know why. Such things were extremely rare, but not unheard of. And by the words on her skin, she knew what her fate would be.

The Fates align, soulmates meet. Words are spoken, and the silver script turns to gold.

But what else?

Choose Your Own: Geralt OR Jaskier, Alternate Endings

The Edge of Night series

Summary: She doesn’t know why she’s running, or who’s pursuing her. She doesn’t even know her own name. All she know is that she must run, or suffer a fate worse than death.

Jaskier and Geralt don’t know what to make of her, but they agree to help protect her. As fragments of memory return, the danger only grows. With the past comes the hunters.

Non Canon Compliant

Series Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Amnesia/Memory Loss

*This series will have two alternate endings, one Jaskier version and one Geralt version

Read on Ao3 (x Reader)

Read on Quotev (x OC)

Series Incomplete

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mothpiercings · 11 months

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honestly netflix should get inexplicifics and penandinkprincess to write on twn like i’m so serious right now their fics r better than the actual show 😋

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bi-bard · 1 year

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Hell is the Talking Type - Jaskier Imagine [The Witcher]

Title: Hell is the Talking Type

Pairing: Jaskier X Reader

Based On: Dinner & Diatribes

Word Count: 795 words

Warning(s): mention of sex, make out scene

Summary: Jaskier is invited to the dinner of a royal family. He and (Y/n)- a member of said royal family- spend all night dancing around each other. Jaskier never knew how mad something so simple could make him.

Author's Note: I had to decide very carefully how this was going to be written.

WASTELAND, BABY - HOZIER WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

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Jaskier had decided that this night had been hell.

He always loved the attention that his songs brought him. But tonight, he craved nothing more than for the crowd to suddenly vanish. He didn't care about the payment or the attention or anything else that would have come from that night.

All he wanted was to have his time alone with (Y/n).

(Y/n).

Royalty.

They sat next to their parents at the table with a soft grin. They were the perfect image of what people expected of someone of their status.

That was not the version of them that Jaskier knew.

Not at all.

The version that he knew was perfectly exemplified by the letter that they had tucked into his bag before he left after their last night together.

The letter that he would read whenever he had been lonely.

He could have sworn that each line of that letter was burned onto the inside of his eyelids. If he let his mind wander for too long, then he would have started singing those words instead of his own.

Those haunting words weren't the worst part of the evening.

No, that title was reserved for the time that Jaskier had to spend watching man after man approach (Y/n) that evening. All were potential suitors. Certain to bring wealth, power, or whatever else they could promise.

Watching the attempts at charming made Jaskier's stomach churn, but all he could do was continue playing. Reacting would cause their secret to be known and he couldn't allow that.

His stomach would turn until (Y/n)'s eyes found him again. Then, there would be a wave of comfort. A reminder of the letter that had been written for him. Not any of those "possible" suitors, but for him.

That would allow him to play in a much happier tone for the evening.

It felt like an eternity before the night finally ended.

Jaskier was watching the now-empty room, furrowing his eyebrows as he searched for (Y/n).

He jumped when his arm was grabbed.

"Come on," (Y/n) whispered to him, dragging him out of the hall.

Jaskier followed them through the halls until the pair were hidden away somewhere that was notoriously empty. They both laughed as if they were playing some game of hide and seek.

Perhaps they were.

(Y/n) pushed Jaskier into a nearby wall, smiling as they realized that the night had finally come to an end and they no longer had to entertain a crowd's expectations.

"It has been far too long," (Y/n) muttered.

"I was about to say the same thing," Jaskier replied. "I missed you."

"I missed you too."

To prove that point, (Y/n) leaned forward and pressed their lips to his.

The kiss started out sweet, as they always did, but it didn't take long for it to change. As if they were both suddenly remembering that they were finally getting to have another night together. (Y/n)'s hands grabbed onto the front of Jaskier's shirt and let out a small laugh before kissing him again.

Jaskier was almost convinced that (Y/n) was actively pulling the air from his lungs. They were leaving him breathless for their own entertainment. He didn't mind. Not truly. He would be all too willing to sacrifice every gasp in his chest if it meant that he could kiss them for just a little while longer.

(Y/n)'s lips moved to plant kisses along Jaskier's jaw and neck. (Y/n) paid no mind to the risk they were facing. They had been so entirely consumed by the idea of Jaskier that it felt foolish to try to be careful. It was too rare for them to even see the bard, let alone touch him, kiss him, feel his heartbeat rattling in his ribcage.

They needed to take full advantage of the time they had been offered.

"You could get me killed," he muttered, only half-aware of the words spilling from his lips.

They pulled away so they could look at him properly. "All of the knights have probably passed out from all of the wine. And the king and queen would never put in the work to check on me themselves."

Jaskier just hummed. Maybe because he didn't trust his voice to remain steady any longer.

"Come on," (Y/n) grabbed Jaskier's wrist and began dragging him down the hall.

"Where are we going," he asked.

"I told you; no one is going to be worrying about me tonight," they replied. "Why waste time back here when we can have a proper night together?"

A smirk tugged at Jaskier's lips before he started walking a little bit faster to keep up with his love.

That night wasn't hell.

It was just his trial before he truly made it to his personal heaven.

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littlecrow-rogue · 7 days

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Hi there!

Today I finally had some time to write! Yay!

Soo the Jaskier x YN elf story request is hopefully gonna be finnished for tonight and I hope to start the next chapter of my Mötley Crüe fanfiction as well.

If anyone has any kind of request for short stories please let me know.

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watch-that-writer-burnnn · 2 years

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Be gentle with me

Pairing: Jaskier x reader

Prompt: "I need you to wake up because I can't do this without you"

Summary: reader wakes up beside an unconscious Jaskier after the pair are attacked. Angst, followed by fluff.

Warnings: angst, unconscious/injured Jaskier and reader, some blood, prelude to smut

Words: 930

A/n: I'm highly sleep deprived and don't even know what I'm writing anymore. Hope you enjoy! Please feel free to let me know if I've made any mistakes in the warnings.

Your vision swam as you opened your eyes, waking from unconsciousness. You blinked slowly as your head rolled limply on your shoulders, confusion creasing your brow. Where were you? Captured and held prisoner, or left somewhere to succumb to your injuries?

The room - or, rather, the shallow cave - around you gradually came into focus, and thoughts flooded back to you. The ambush, a fight, the bard...

"Shit! Jaskier!" you yelled, the memory of his bloodstained face crashing into your mind as you threw your head back, crying out in pain as it connected with the cold rock wall behind you. Your groan of agony twisted into a gasp, as you noticed the nearby form of the bard lying unmoving on the rough stone floor, his back to you.

You did your best to crawl towards him, whimpering as you fought to ignore the agonising throb of pain in the side of your head.

Reaching his side, you ran your hands through his soft brown hair, scared to turn him over and examine the extent of his injuries. This was all your fault.

"Jaskier... Jaskier... Jask!"

Your patience eroded as the bard gave no response, and panic began to clench your throat.

"Oh gods, Jask... Please... Wake up!"

You grasped his shoulder, gently shaking him. Still no response.

Choking back a sob, you struggled to flip your friend onto his back. This was tricky in your weakened state, and he was heavier than he looked.

You cried out softly at the sight of his usually pretty face beaten and bloody.

Fluffy fringe matted with a dark liquid, one cheek swollen and bruised, soft lips cut and dripping with blood...

You swallowed, forcing yourself to do what you'd been avoiding - you lowered your head to his side, eyes level with his chest and watching carefully for any sign of movement.

It seemed like an eternity before you finally spotted the barely perceptible rise and fall of his chest, visible through the low cut of his undershirt - his doublet must have been stripped away by your captors. You too were left only in your undershirt and pants - robbed and left to die, with no weapons and no sign of Jaskier's lute. He would be devastated when he woke up, you thought, eyes skimming across his battered yet strangely peaceful face. You reached down, tracing first his cheekbones, then lips with a shaking finger.

"Jaskier... Wake up, Jask. Can you hear me?"

You sobbed in defeat, burying your face in his chest, tears seeping into the soft hair there.

"Jaskier. Please. I need you to wake up. I need you to wake up because I can't... I can't do this without you!" you yelled, helplessly slamming your fists into the ground.

You slumped over his prone body and the tears continued to flow, fueled by the guilt of your failure to protect your helpless bard. You slipped a hand into his own, gently squeezing his cold, limp fingers.

A small groan shook you from your dark thoughts. Your head shot up and your hands rushed to either side of his face.

"Jaskier!"

"Hey..." he strained to form the words, grimacing in pain as he did so.

His mesmerising blue eyes began to scan your tear streaked face, his expression brimming with worry as he asked, "Are you alright?"

"Am- am I alright?" you couldn't help but laugh.

"My sweet bard, if only you could see yourself right now- and you still think to ask if I'm alright?"

Jaskier didn't respond, instead attempting to sit up. You slipped a hand around his waist and one behind his neck to help support him, his pained whimpers making you flinch.

You sat facing each other now, his warm breath tickling your face, and you noticed Jaskier's gaze flick to your lips. You couldn't help but let your eyes drop to his mouth, and before you knew what you were doing, you'd pulled him closer, lips tingling as they brushed his own. Jaskier seized his chance, dragging you in for a passionate kiss, his warm lips working against your own, leaving a slight taste of iron from the cut on his lip. You deepened the kiss, shuddering as he pulled you into his lap, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist. You moaned into his mouth as he ran his fingers down your back, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake and causing you to arc your body against him. Jaskier moaned, hungrily engulfing your lips with his own and shuddering with the pleasure of your touch as you began to grind your hips into his.

Gods, you'd both wanted this for so long.

What you first took to be a pleasured whimper from the bard, as you ran your hands up his shirt to massage his back, quickly turned to one of pain. You pulled back, remembering his injuries, and mentally kicked yourself for being so selfish.

"Oh, Jaskier I... I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have done that. Are you alright?"

To your surprise, the bard flashed you a grin, before pulling you in for a kiss.

"Much better now."

You smiled into his mouth as he hummed contentedly against your lips. Before either of you had the chance to lose yourself in the other, Jaskier pulled back, stroking your hair and neck and making you shiver.

"Just one thing, love... If we are going to do this, just... Be gentle with me, would you?"

You pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.

"Of course," you mumbled against his skin, heart pounding. Despite your injuries, you couldn't help but feel a little glad the two of you had been left alone together.

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blushstories · 2 years

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Would you be interested in writing a Jaskier x Reader where the reader is in the middle of a nightmare? Her yells wake Jaskier up and he tries to wake her and finally he comforts her because she's a bit of a blubbering mess while she comes down off of her nightmare scare. Thank you!

yes amazing thank u anon dearest im here for this !!

At first, Jaskier thinks he's having a nightmare. A haunting, shadowy sort of nightmare that's burrowed into his mind and is overriding all his senses: you're screaming, in pain, and there's nothing he can do. His muscles are wound up so tightly they might snap, and they grow louder and louder, into a full crescendo...

And then he wakes, bleary-eyed and slightly confused, the fire outside almost blown to its embers. His jaw aches.

It's not the dim lighting that reveals anything, though. It's that your screams haven't disappeared, despite his certain consciousness: it's like a Kikimora has clawed at his heart, long, sharp claws tearing him to shreds.

He instantly turns to you, catches the beads of sweat glistening on your temple, the crumpled blankets in your fists that he almost feels sympathy for. Every now and then, your whimpers morph into a more desperate cry, a call for help, that Jaskier believes was much louder when he was asleep.

His blanket scrunches into a log by his feet as he scrambles across to you, hands hovering over your shoulders because he's heard that you shouldn't wake up someone having a nightmare. Or is that sleepwalking?

Another cry slices into his heart and he's had enough. He puts a hand to the side of your neck, and one on your shoulder, squeezing lightly and whispering your name. Over and over, like a spell that will pull you back to him and away from whatever hell is flashing behind your eyelids.

His hand on your neck migrates to your cheek, thumb pushing into the flesh and gently massaging: the face is more sensitive, you must be more likely to wake.

Your eyebrows knit together, unhappy wrinkles settling into your forehead as the frightened whimpers return. Jaskier doesn't know what to do, afloat in an ocean subject to a storm, and is about to find Geralt for a potion when--

A strangled gasp interrupts the previous rhythm of sounds, and your wide eyes meets Jaskier's, your hand flying to grip his wrist. Jaskier wants to utter something like a hallelujah, but the thought escapes him when your breaths sound full of pebbles, and fat, hot tears emerge from the corner of your eyes and fall past your temples.

There's hardly a hint of recognition behind your eyes, but with a hand cupping the back of your head and one on your shoulder, he hauls you upright and sits you against something hard. Your shoulders shake and you cover your face with your hands.

Your nightmare rewinds in the heat behind your eyes, seared into your mind's eye. The darkness provides no comfort, your hideout in your hands holding a toffee-like heat, dripping through your fingers and trapping any oxygen from coming through.

Through the sticky heat of your hands comes a voice, a familiar voice that melts away some panic, enough for the light to seep into the gap. You hear your name, and drag your hands from covering your entire face to just your mouth.

You're met with Jaskier's loving eyes, his eyebrows threatening to cross. His hand is on your knee, thumb swiping along your patella, as he looks for an opening.

"Oh, darling," he whispers. "It's gone now, see?" He gestures around the both of you. Sure enough, nothing from your nightmare is anywhere in sight. Just you and Jaskier. And somewhere else, Geralt, probably.

"It's just us here. You and me. Oh, please don't cry," he shuffles next to you, pulling you into his chest. You grip the soft fabric of his shirt tightly, as if he's going to slip away the moment you let him go, and you'll be dragged into the depths of your tortured mind once again.

"I'll fight it. Whatever it was, I'll get rid of it," he says in a low voice. "Better yet, I'll set my guard dog on the monster. Geralt's had a lot of practice." Your soft sobs are interrupted by a hiccup of a giggle, and Jaskier begins to relax.

"There she is," Jaskier's glad when you've let it all out, two hands on your face to really look at you. You offer a small, tired smile, and he leans in to kiss the tip of your nose. When he releases you, you sit as close to him as possible, arms overlapping.

"Bad dreams can be a real ball ache," he says lightly. You hum in agreement, still shaken.

"Thanks for waking me," you say leaning on his shoulder. He grabs your hand and squeezes tightly.

"Always. Will you be okay to sleep soon?" He asks. "Soon," you nod. "Not yet, I think," you inhale deeply. "Can I stay with you? It's fine if not, I just--" "Of course you can," Jaskier interrupts, kissing the back of your hand firmly and lingering. His breath skips across your skin, and you feel grounded.

The night isn't as long with him next to you.

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seidenbros · 2 years

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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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Darkest Fears

Prompt: Lullaby

Pairing: Jaskier x reader

Word count: 488

A/N: um kinda angsty and bit sad. shhhh. hes sleeping, thats it. really.

Shuddering against the chill of the dirt floors, you huddle closer to Jaskier sighing tiredly, wincing at the distant drip echoing harshly against the stone walls stacked around you. Save for his hand flexing around yours, you would almost think the man was dead.

You can't see much, but you felt the sticky slick blood on his chest, his breath sputtering slightly, low and slow. Swallowing, you nudge him gently- you need to hear his voice once more. To assure yourself that you're not alone. He barely moves, but he Hms into the silence that seems to swallow you whole, despite the far off sound of metal sifting through dirt.

Geralt.

“They're coming for us, Jask,” you murmur, fingers tightening around his. “Just a bit longer- stay with me, okay?” he grunts a bit, cursing the motion of nodding towards you.

“I am with you… I…” he starts off strong, but his voice tapers, slurring as he fights the tug of the darkness. You nudge him again, slightly harsher than the last but he groans.

“Jask, please,” you beg. He just chuckles sadly, the sound bouncing back at you both, the stones seeming to slide further inward, threatening to collapse on your both completely.

“I am sorry, my love,” he murmurs weakly, forcing the words through gritted teeth. “This may be our last adventure.” he muses, his faux amusement falling short, sounding more bitter than anything. Sniffling, you whack his shoulder.

“Don't talk like that, you understand me? They’re coming for us,” you insist, adjusting the fabric you've been blindly pressing to what you're pretty sure is his wound.

“You,” he corrects. You can't see them, but you feel his eyes on you, brilliant and blue- like the crystals your father pulled from beneath the waves when you were young. Before you are able to chastise him again, he presses his finger to your lips. “Will you do something for me?” swallowing passed your emotions, you nod, knowing that he felt the movement. You can more hear his smile than see it as he hums in satisfaction.

“Will you sing to me?” silently, you glance towards where you hear Geralt and Yen digging for you before nodding, whispering to him as you huddle closer to him, praying to every god there is for him to make it out of this alive as you start by humming, the words slipping past your lips in a far off tune, low, soft and haunting- speaking of the ocean deep, rippling waves, souls swallowed whole, nothing more left of them but the sea glass colored sea foam that splatters against the walls of rock. His lips are curled up as you run your fingers across his face, breath warm and shallow as you tuck yourself into him. Pushing your emotions down you continue singing until there is daylight followed by the clink of metal and armor, long after he's closed his eyes.

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An angel.

That's what you were.

An angel.

A temptress.

A muse.

A siren. And if it was your will to serenade poor Jaskier to an early, watery grave then he had no plans to stop you.

You were a choir and an orchestra all wrapped up beneath the guise of a single woman. You sang acapella but there was not a soul in this tavern who didn't hear strings and percussion.

Jaskier inched forward, body sprawled across the table in the back of the tavern. In all his years the bard had never heard such glorious music. When your performance ended, grown men wept and the people cried for more and more. Even the White Wolf himself had no choice but to applaud, his jaw dropped.

You swept into a back room, the train of your white shimmering gown hissing against the ale-stained wood floor.

Jaskier dashed himself to his knees. "Geralt--"

"No. Get up."

"You don't even know what I'm going to say."

"We're not bringing her with us. Get up you're making a scene."

"Geralt, please. Didn't you hear her?!"

"Yes and she's a hell of a lot better than you. Get. Up."

Jaskier frowned but didn't argue. "You don't understand, Geralt. In denying me this you stand not in the way of your very best friend and his one true love but in the path of destiny itself and I demand that you remove yourself! This is my future wife we speak of."

The Witcher grimaced at his friend. "You don't even know her! Who's to say that she would even want to come with us?"

Jaskier held up a finger, getting to his feet and sliding back into his chair, much to Geralt's relief. "I'll make you a deal. We'll be in town for another three days or so. Give me these three days to woo the lady and if she agrees to come with us after these next three days, you'll allow her to accompany us."

Geralt smirked. "Fine, bard."

"Really?"

"Yeah because there is no way a woman like that would want anything to do with a man like you. Especially after she hears you sing."

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Love Run

I was listening to the amazing devils when I wrote this. Probably gonna be a series

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

Pairing: jaskierxgn!theif!reader

Tw:graphic gore, cussing normal witcher shit

"RUN!" His voice filled your ears, the bard being dragged backwards by that… thing. Where the fuck was Geralt?!

Oh let the world come at you love

Like distant toms a-drumming

Love run, the song you knows begun

You gripped your sword, running towards him. If you timed this right you could get underneath the beast, and hit him in a non-armoured spot. Jaskier's eyes widened when he saw you running towards him.

"YOU STUPID THIEF!" You ignored him as you slid under the beast, your sword cutting deeply against its under belly.

Your boots hit the tree, the faint glow around you fading. The creature dropped Jaskier, who groaned as his back hit the ground.

"Go find Geralt! I'll hold it!"

"No! I can't let you do that!" Your eyes finally met his, your piercing gaze softening.

"Run my love." With those words you charged towards the beast, Jaskier having no choice but to scramble away. He had to find Geralt before you…

Let the earth a-tumble, love

And humble you withal, keep running

He ran into Geralt a few miles away, him running towards where you two had been.

"It… they're…" He all but threw him on Roach with him as he raced to where you had been fighting.

Keep running. It's up to you now, up to you now love to

You could have swore it was either a miracle or a cruel joke that you were still standing. Of course this thing was bleeding pretty heavily, but you wouldn't have ever stood against something that could pummel you into a tree. You hissed as you attempted to move your arm, seeing gashes and bones exposed to the cold air.

Run, love run, love run

For all the things you've done

Run for all the things that drum

Run for all the pages thumbed

It moved for the killing strike and you had accepted your fate when you heard the agonizing cry the creature gave as Geralt swooped in to lob its head off.

Jaskier ran toward you, slumped against the tree, your blood painting the trunk. You closed your eyes when the creature reared to attack, and you stayed that way. Not for lack of trying. All you wanted to do was sleep though and the exhaustion set in your bones and made its home there.

Love run, love run, love run

For all the things you wished you’d done

Run for all you know that’s coming

Run to show that love’s worth running to

"No, please wake up. You can't confess your love to me then die!" Jaskier was gripping your arms, his eyes wide at the gashes on your torso.

Geralt gently pushed him to the side, getting to work at bandaging you up and stopping the bleeding.

"Jaskier, keep talking to them. If they fall asleep they will succumb to their injuries."

Jaskier put his hand to your cheek and your eyes fluttered open to his blue irises.

"Your eyes are so pretty, Dandelion." He smiles lightly through the tears.

"You called me your love"

"Did I? Must have slipped out." You hissed as Geralt poured the elixir over your wounds, the magic pulling the gashes closed.

"You should be fine now." He stood and pulled you into his arms.

"Does this mean I can sleep now?"

"Just stay awake a little longer." Geralt threw the bed rolls down onto the back of the wagon at camp, then came back with Roach. The three of you were already on your way to Kaer Morhen, so Geralt started the race back to his home, the only chance you had to truly survive.

Jaskier laid with you in the wagon, his palm against your cheek.

"I'd do it again." Your voice was light, he could tell you were trying to stay awake.

"Do what?"

"Save you."

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia & Jaskier | Dandelion, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg Characters: Jaskier | Dandelion, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Muteness, Mute Jaskier, mute character, Post-Episode: s01e05 Bottled Appetites, pre-Geraskier, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Self-Worth Issues, heavy stuff, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Hopeful Ending, for this fic, happy ending for the series, Depressed Jaskier | Dandelion, Grief/Mourning, Hurt Jaskier | Dandelion, Protective Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Dissociation, Disabled Character, No Cure Narrative, Panic Attacks Series: Part 1 of what you hear is not silence Summary:

“Fix him,” Geralt growls, deep and powerful.

Jaskier coughs and coughs. His throat hurts. His head hurts. His whole body hurts, and he’s still gasping. Geralt approaches him again. “Calm down, Jaskier,” he murmurs. “It will be alright.”

That almost helps for a moment, before the witch speaks up. “I can’t,” she says.

“What do you mean you can’t?”

“I stopped the djinn from killing him, but what is gone is gone. Wishes cannot be overturned, not without another djinn.”

Her words ring and throb in Jaskier’s head, echoing as if in a cave. His vocal cords are gone. His voice is gone. Forever.

His voice is gone.

Jaskier never recovers his voice after the djinn.

The first part of my mute!Jaskier AU series titled what you hear is not silence.

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finnicks · 1 year

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( fic ) pet names

pet names

the witcher (netflix) | yennefer/jaskier; teen; 65 words Jaskier and Yennefer have such sweet pet names for one another. Emphasis on sweet.

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My Dearest Love, I'm Not Done Yet - Jaskier Imagine [The Witcher]

Title: My Dearest Love, I'm Not Done Yet

Pairing: Jaskier X Reader

Based On: In the Woods Somewhere

Word Count: 978 words

Warning(s): reference to major character death, hallucination

Summary: Jaskier thought his world was crumbling when he lost (Y/n). Maybe it wasn't just his world; maybe his mind was following it.

Author's Note: This is... so dramatic.

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The night was a deceptive thing.

It could make shapes out of nothingness and sounds out of silence. It enjoyed tricking innocent minds. It enjoyed luring them into seeing realities that weren't there.

Jaskier was simply the latest victim of the night's games.

He had no reason to be awake that night other than the thoughts plaguing him.

He accepted that sleep was not going to be part of his evening. Instead, he sat awake in his bed, mindlessly humming a tune that he couldn't remember thinking of. All of his thoughts felt so far away. Nothing around him felt real.

He could have sworn that he had been crying. But when he finally felt like he was able to move his hand up to wipe his face, the skin had dried. He had run out of tears to cry. He almost laughed at the idea.

He wanted this to be a rare occurrence, but it was becoming more and more common for him to spend nights exactly like this.

Ever since he lost (Y/n).

(Y/n) was a light that the world was much darker without. They had spent so much time reminding Jaskier how much they loved him. They listened to every nonsense song he sang. They laid with him at night. Held him, touched him, loved him.

Their death was sudden and unfair. Like a candle being snubbed out.

Jaskier had imagined them dying together. Ideally, lying in a bed together, sharing gentle kisses until the hand of death touched them both. That way, they would remain intertwined for all of eternity.

Jaskier would love to say that the first night was the worst. That it was the longest that he had spent crying and cursing whatever entity put them on this earth just to die.

But to know what the worst was, one had to begin getting better. That fate hadn't been offered to him yet.

This night in particular had been terrible.

It was the first night he had run out of tears. The first night that he accepted the absence of sleep. The first night that the tune leaving his mouth wasn't a broken, desperate cry for a return of love.

His grief was interrupted by a yell outside. He stopped singing and listened. There was another loud yell.

He could have sworn that he heard his name.

He pushed himself off of the bed and walked over to the window.

He caught sight of something turning around and running into the woods. Something... it was (Y/n). They were still wearing the same clothing he had last seen them in.

Jaskier didn't think to question it.

He took off through the door. He ran through the streets to the woods. He tried to follow the path he had seen (Y/n) go in.

He heard a laugh ahead of him. The same laugh that used to bring a smile to his face in the darkest of times. Even now. He had craved the sound of that laugh for so long.

The trees broke way to a clearing.

Jaskier froze in the middle. He frantically spun in a circle. (Y/n) was nowhere to be seen.

"I saw you," he said, more to himself than anyone else. "I... I know that I saw you. I saw you and I heard you laugh! Why are you hiding from me?"

A hand touched his back.

He turned around and his eyes finally found (Y/n).

He let out a shaky sigh of relief.

"(Y/n)," he said quietly.

(Y/n) smiled at him. "Hello, Jaskier."

Their hand came up to touch the side of his face. Another sigh escaped him as his hands moved up to hold it against his skin. He had needed this. This touch and affection. The smile and the eyes that brought him so much love that he thought it may suffocate him.

"I've missed you," he whispered.

"I missed you too," (Y/n) replied.

He scrambled as (Y/n)'s hand pulled away from him.

"Lay with me," they instructed simply, moving to lay on their back in the grass of the clearing.

"Here?"

"I could think of no better place."

Jaskier had no energy to argue with the one he had loved for so long. He was suddenly realizing how tired he had been for so long.

He collapsed to his knees. His body slowly crawled along the length of (Y/n)'s body until his head rested against their collarbone and his arms wrapped tightly around their torso. He slumped against them, so desperate for a night of rest that wasn't tainted by nightmares.

(Y/n) ran a hand through his hair. They quietly hushed him as a sob racked his body. He clung to them tighter.

"I love you," they said to him. So quiet. Like it was a secret that must be kept between the two of them.

"I love you too, my darling," he mumbled, pressing his lips to their skin in the hopes of grounding himself. "I will always love you, my darling."

Anyone who saw Jaskier that night would consider him mad. He was lying on the grass, attempting to hide his face in the crook of a neck that didn't exist. Trying to cling to a body that had long since become one with the very earth he was laying on.

In the morning, Jaskier would wake in that clearing alone. His knuckles would be white from trying to hold onto (Y/n) for a few moments longer. He would blink the sleep from his eyes and find nothing around him. He would push himself from the ground and retrace his steps out of the trees.

He would spend day and night wishing to be haunted by that vision again and again and again.

For that strange vision in the woods was the one true peace he would know for the rest of his days.

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A Chance Encounter - Jaskier x Reader

Hi there! I finally finnished my first Jaskier x Reader story. The story of a elf in need and as Jaskier helping her romance start to blossom. I hope you gonna enjoy! Let me know what you think! And if anyone have any kind of requests let me know! XoX - V

The marketplace bustled with life, a chaotic symphony of voices and activity that filled the air with energy. I moved through the throng of people, my heart pounding with nervous anticipation. It wasn't something I wanted to do, but desperation was not giving me a choice in the matter.

My eyes scanned the stalls, searching for the perfect opportunity. Then, I spotted it—a loaf of bread left unattended on a vendor's cart. It was a small thing, hardly worth noticing, but to me, it could mean survival, it could mean no more hunger – at least for a while.

With trembling hands, I reached out and snatched the loaf, stuffing it into the folds of my cloak before anyone could notice. But as I turned to slip away, I heard the angry shouts of the merchant behind me.

"Stop! Thief!" the stall owner bellowed, his voice carrying across the square like a thunderclap. "Catch that elf! She's stolen from me!"

In an instant, the bustling marketplace erupted into chaos as people turned to stare, their eyes ablaze with suspicion and anger. The air crackled with tension as I darted between startled onlookers, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I sprinted for the safety of the shadows.

Panic surged through me as I weaved through the crowd in a desperate bid to escape. I knew I couldn't outrun them forever, but I had to try.

My heart raced with fear and adrenaline as I ducked into a narrow alleyway, hoping to lose my pursuer in the labyrinth of shadows. I collided with someone—hard.

I stumbled back, barely managing to keep my balance, and found myself face to face with a stranger. He was tall and handsome, brown hair framing his face, a lute hanging over his shoulders, and with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

"Are you alright?" he asked, concern lacing his voice. But before I could respond, he glanced over my shoulder and his expression changed as he realized, from the shouting that was following me, I was being chased. As he grabbed my arm, I thought that’s it, no escaping, he is gonna turn me over to those people chasing after me.

"Quick, this way!" he said and to my surprise, he started pulling me towards a nearby alley. Without hesitation, I followed, trusting this stranger more than I probably should have. But in that moment, he was my only hope of escape.

In the dimly lit alley, the sounds of the marketplace faded into the background as him and I pressed ourselves against the rough stone walls, hidden from view. My heart pounded in my chest, the adrenaline still coursing through my veins as I tried to catch my breath.

"Thank you," I managed to gasp out, my voice barely above a whisper.

He flashed me a reassuring smile, his eyes bright with excitement.

"No need to thank me, my dear. Just doing my good deed for the day," he replied with a wink.

Despite the gravity of the situation, I couldn't help but feel a flicker of amusement at his playful demeanor.

"Here," he said, swiftly shrugging off his long, burgundy leather coat and extending it towards me.

"Take this. It'll help to give you a new look."

Gratefully, I accepted the coat, the supple leather warm beneath my trembling fingers. As I slipped it on, I felt a sense of protection wash over me, as if the garment itself was a shield against the dangers that lurked in the shadows.

But he wasn't finished yet. With a gentle touch, he reached up and pulled my hairpin out of my messy bun so it fell down on my shoulders, the loose strands cascading over my ears and obscuring them from view.

"There," he said, a hint of satisfaction in his voice.

"That should do the trick."

As we waited in tense silence, I stole a glance at him, taking in the lines of his face and the warmth in his eyes. Despite our chance encounter, there was something about him that made me feel strangely at ease, as if I could trust him in a way I couldn't trust anyone else.

"So, what's your name?" he asked, breaking the comfortable silence between us.

"YN," I replied softly, meeting his gaze with a hint of uncertainty.

He smiled warmly, as if my name held some sort of significance to him.

"Well, YN, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am Jaskier and I must say, you certainly know how to make an entrance," he remarked, a playful twinkle in his eyes.

I couldn't help but chuckle at his lighthearted comment, the tension from earlier dissipating a tiny bit.

After what felt like an eternity, the sounds of pursuit faded into the distance, leaving behind only the quiet hum of the city. With a sigh of relief, he turned to me.

"I think it's safe now," he said, his voice soft but firm.

"But we should be cautious. Who knows when they might come looking for you again." He motioned for me to follow as he led me through a maze of narrow alleys and hidden passageways, his steps confident and sure.

Despite the circumstances that had brought us together, I couldn't shake the feeling that this chance encounter was the beginning of something unexpected. And as we walked through the shadowy alleyways, I found myself strangely reluctant to part ways with this stranger who had come to my rescue.

As we walked side by side through the winding streets dusk settled over the city, casting long shadows across the cobblestone streets. Jaskier led me to a quaint tavern on the outskirts of Novigrad. The warm glow of candlelight bathed the interior in a soft, inviting light and the tavern was alive with the sounds of merry laughter and lively conversation as we settled into a secluded corner booth.

"So," he began, his voice soft and tentative.

"What happened back there? Why were those people chasing you?"

I hesitated for a moment, my gaze dropping to the table as I wrestled with the memories of my recent ordeal. But something in Jaskier's kind eyes urged me to speak, to trust him with the truth.

"I... I stole," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper, and I could feel my cheeks turn bright red.

"A loaf of bread, from a market stall. I know it was wrong, but... I was desperate."

And with that, the words spilled forth like water from a broken dam, my voice trembling with emotion as I recounted the circumstances that had led me to this point: the loss of my parents, the constant struggle to make ends meet in a city that hated elves with a passion and offered little but hardship and heartache.

"I... I want to leave," I continued, my voice choked with tears.

"I would like to go to Dol Blathanna. But... I don't have the means to do so. Not yet."

Jaskier listened in silence.

"Then let us make a plan," he said with a warm smile playing on his lips.

Jaskier's offer of help was more than I could have ever hoped for, but I couldn't help feeling guilty for burdening him with my troubles.

"I appreciate your kindness more than you know," I began, my voice barely above a whisper as I met Jaskier's gaze with a mixture of gratitude and apprehension.

"But I don't want to cause you any more trouble than I already have."

Jaskier reached across the table, his hand resting gently on mine, his touch sending a shiver down my spine.

"You're not causing me trouble, YN," he insisted, his voice soft but firm.

"And I kind of have a habit of helping elves in need," he said with a heartwarming smile.

I wanted to say something but before I could protest further, Jaskier signaled to the server, ordering a hearty meal for the both of us.

As we waited for our meal to arrive, Jaskier regaled me with tales of his travels, his words weaving a tapestry of adventure and intrigue that captured my imagination.

"I have a plan," he said, turning his voice into a whisper in the middle of a story, his voice barely above a murmur.

"I'm only staying here for the night, but after my performance at this tavern, I'll be heading off to another town. And if you would like, I'd be more than happy to take you with me."

His words took me by surprise, filling me with a sense of hope and possibility that I hadn't felt in a long time. It was as if a weight had been lifted from my shoulders, replaced by a newfound sense of optimism and excitement for the future.

"Really?" I asked, unable to conceal the hope in my voice as I met Jaskier's gaze with wide eyes.

He nodded, a warm smile spreading across his face.

"Really," he confirmed, his voice filled with sincerity.

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I reached out to grasp Jaskier's hand, overwhelmed by the kindness and generosity he had shown me.

"Thank you," I whispered as we sat together in the warmth of the tavern, surrounded by the soft glow of candlelight and the comforting hum of conversation. I knew that my life was about to change in ways I could never have imagined.

Not long after finishing our meal, Jaskier took center stage, his fingers dancing across the strings of his lute as he launched into a lively melody that filled the room with music.

I watched from our hidden corner table, my eyes glued to Jaskier as he performed with a passion and energy that was contagious. It was as if he was pouring his heart and soul into every note, his music weaving a tapestry of emotion that spoke to the depths of my soul.

As the last strains of music faded into the night, Jaskier descended from the stage to thunderous applause, a satisfied smile gracing his lips as he made his way back to where I was sitting.

"That was amazing," I whispered, my voice filled with awe as I met Jaskier's gaze with admiration.

He grinned, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.

"Let's celebrate with some drinks," he suggested, his voice lighthearted and carefree.

And so, we sat together in the warmth of the tavern, sharing stories and laughter over our drinks.

As the evening wore on, our conversation turned to more personal matters, and I found myself opening up to Jaskier in a way I hadn't with anyone else. I shared stories of my childhood, of the struggles I had faced since my parents' death, and of my dreams of finding a place where I could finally belong.

To my surprise, Jaskier listened with rapt attention, his expression filled with empathy and understanding. He offered words of comfort and encouragement. There was a kindness in his eyes and a warmth in his smile that made me feel safe and understood in a way I hadn't felt in a long time.

As the night grew later, the tavern began to empty, leaving only a handful of patrons scattered throughout the dimly lit space. Jaskier turned to me with a solemn expression.

"It's getting late," he said, his voice tinged with regret.

"We should get some sleep so we can leave before dawn." I just nodded in agreement.

Jaskier led me through the dimly lit corridors of the tavern to his room, which was tucked away at the back of the building. As we stepped inside, the cozy warmth from the fireplace enveloped us like a tight hug.

"I hope you don’t mind if we share a bed," Jaskier said, his voice gentle as he gestured towards the large, inviting bed tucked against the wall of his room. The flickering light from the fireplace cast dancing shadows across the room, lending an air of warmth and intimacy to the space.

I felt a blush creeping into my cheeks at the intimacy of the suggestion, my heart fluttering nervously in my chest. Despite my hesitation, I couldn't deny the pull of his presence, the comforting warmth of his smile as he waited for my response.

"No, not at all," I replied softly, my voice barely above a whisper. My heart hammered in my chest as I met Jaskier's gaze, my cheeks burning with embarrassment at the admission. But beneath the blush, there was a sense of excitement, a thrill at the prospect of being so close to him.

Without another word, we settled into bed, the warmth of Jaskier's body pressed close against mine.

In the darkness, I felt a sense of peace wash over me, a reassurance that despite the uncertainties of the road ahead, I was not alone. Jaskier's presence wrapped around me like a protective cloak, shielding me from the fears and doubts that threatened to consume me.

As we lay together in the quiet of the night, a gentle warmth spread through my veins, filling me with a sense of contentment I hadn't felt in a long time. The soft sound of his breathing mingled with the crackling of the fire, a soothing melody that lulled me into a state of blissful tranquility.

And then, as if drawn together by an invisible force, our lips met in a tender kiss. It started with a hesitant brush of our hands, a tentative exploration of each other's warmth. But as the moments passed, our lips met and the kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more passionate.

One of his hands came up to cup my cheek, his touch sending shivers down my spine as he pulled me closer, his lips moving against mine with a hunger that took my breath away. In that moment, the world fell away, leaving only the two of us, suspended in a timeless embrace.

Every touch, every caress, ignited a fire within me, a burning desire that consumed my senses and left me craving more. Our kisses grew more fervent, more desperate, as if trying to convey all the emotions we had been too afraid to voice aloud.

And as we finally pulled apart, breathless and flushed with desire, I knew that this was only the beginning—a promise of all the passion and intensity that lay ahead, waiting to be explored.

As I lay in his arms, wrapped in the warmth of his embrace, I couldn't help but feel a flicker of hope ignite within me—a hope that whispered of new beginnings and endless possibilities, a hope that with Jaskier by my side, anything was possible.

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