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

Starry Serenade

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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myfandomlife-blog · 1 year

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"I wrote this in the moonlight"

Jaskier x FemReader - Part 1/?

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“The mage told us that this person can help but we need to find them first. They seem to be somewhere here in Oxenfurt.” Yennifer said and Geralt nodded.

“And we are absolutely sure that this person can show us how to get to this ‘empty throne, you are searching for?” Jaskier asked doubtfully, “because I've been in this city for weeks and I haven’t heard of someone like them ever.”

“Maybe they don't associate with the kind of people you are.” Yennifer said, rolling her eyes.

Jaskier breathed in a sharp breath, and acted overly offended, “And what is that supposed to mean?”

“You know what I mean.”

“And what do you think what kind of people these are, witch?”

“Harlots and drunks I assume.” She waved her hand and the bard was ready to answer as Geralt became annoyed. “Enough already!” He grunted, “we’re going to search the town for them tonight and we all need to keep our eyes open, do you understand Jaskier?”

The bard crossed his arms and turned to the Witcher, “of course.”

***

Geralt knew from the moment he saw her that she was the person they were looking for. Something about her seemed so different to the common people around and the fact that she had run away the moment he entered the market was strengthening his suspicion. Yennifer was waiting at the other exit and she too had seen her. They both chased her through the streets and she was threatening to get away but thankfully they were two and so he managed to cut her way in a back alley.

What Geralt hadn’t seen was the knife flying through the air right at his head. Luckily he could dodge it at the last second. The woman had drawn two daggers and was now charging at Yennifer with deadly precision, the witch had more trouble evading the attack.

“Stop it, we just want to talk.” Yen said between attacks but the woman didn’t answer or stop. Geralt took his sheathed sword and charged for her but she sidestepped his attack with ease.

Distracted by Geralt the woman didn’t see the spell that Yennifer aimed at her and she was stunned for a moment. The Witcher used this to grab her from behind, wrapping his arm around her throat, stopping her attack. She struggled for a moment and Geralt tried again to reason with her. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It certainly looks like it.” She breathed through her teeth and Geralt noticed her accent which he couldn’t place.

He loosened his grip and she ducked out of his hold, drawing another knife from her belt pointing at him. “That’s what the last person said before they tried to kill me!” She hissed at him.

Her hood had fallen down and he noticed that something about her appearance was…off.

Yennifer stayed back as a familiar voice came from the alley beside them.

“Y/n?” Jaskier was standing in the alley, his gaze fixed upon the woman.

Her eyes widened in shock and she turned her head to the bard, knife still pointed at Geralt.

“Jaskier?” She whispered and Geralt was surprised not only that she and Jaskier knew each other, but by the sudden change in her voice. It almost sounded…soft. Something in her appearance flickered for a moment and Geralt knew what was off.

She was glamouring herself.

She was trying to hide something.

Jaskier was walking up to her and the Witcher grunted. “Jaskier she is dangerous.” But the bard didn’t stop.

“Y/n, they don’t want to hurt you. They…we just need your help.” He was right beside her and Geralt’s senses yelled at him to stop the fool but he saw that her arm, which was still holding her knife up, lowered an inch.

Jaskier laid a careful hand on her arm and she took her eyes off him for a second. Her gaze went sad as she again looked back up to the bard.

Geralt’s brow rose and he looked over to Yennifer who stared at the scene with the same confusion as he.

“These are my friends, I promise you you don’t need to be afraid.” And to Geralt‘s surprise she put down her dagger and sheaved it back in her cloak, eyes still locked with Jaskiers.

“You can trust them.” The bard said emphatically and the woman looked at Geralt and Yennifer before she lowered her gaze. Her appearance flickered again and the glamour vanished.

If anything, the glamour had dulled her beauty to look common but the woman who was standing before them now was stunningly beautiful, Geralt thought. Her hair looked like it was trapping the moonlight and her skin was radiating, but the one thing that was standing out were her ears.

Pointed.

Elven.

The woman was a pure blood elf.

“What do you want from me?” She asked, her eyes finally leaving the bard to look over at Geralt, now with more hardness than she had for Jaskier.

“We need your help finding something to help my daughter. She is in danger from the wild hunt and someone told us that there is a power that could save her from it.”

At Geralt’s words she went visually stiff and he knew at that second that she could help them.

Her gaze went back to Jaskier as he spoke to her, “we are looking for something called the empty throne…”

Her eyes went wide and she stared at him before she turned away.

“I can’t help you.”

Jaskier looked at Geralt who nodded at him to go on. Whatever connection the bard seemed to have with her, Geralt was sure that it was their best shot.

“Please y/n we have no other lead to…”

“I said, I can’t help you!” She hissed at him but her face showed instant regret for her harshness as she looked at the bard.

Geralt really wanted to know how Jaskier became such a soft spot for her.

“Her name is Ciri and she is my child surprise.” Geralt said, offering her a slice of trust with the hope of convincing her.

And it seemed to work because she turned back to Geralt eying him for a moment.

“You know her don’t you?” He said, feeling that he might be on the right track.

“Princess Cirilla of Cintra? Yes, I have never met her but I heard whispers of her destiny.” She said, again looking at Jaskier.

“Please, y/n.” Jaskier said to her softer than Geralt had ever heard the bard speak to someone. “She is…family.”

She turned her head away from them and Geralt thought he saw the slightest glimmer of tears in her eyes. She was silent for a while, not looking at either of them before she spoke again. “Meet me back here in an hour. I need to take care of something before we can leave.”

And with that she walked away not looking back at any of them.

Not even at Jaskier who watched her silently with sorrow in his eyes.

***

1 hour later

“Do I even want to know how you came to know someone like her?“ Yennifer asked the bard while they were waiting for y/n to return. Geralt was off, getting Ciri and so the bard and the witch stayed back at the meeting point.

“Why, because she is not my ‘usual’ company?” He said sarcastically.

“Yes and because she is far too stunning for the likes of you.” Yennifer added.

“I know.” Jaskier whispered and even Yennifer was surprised by his answer.

“I too really want to know what happened between the two of you, Jaskier.” Said Geralt as he arrived with Ciri.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” The bard said and his voice told Geralt that they should better stop asking.

Y/n arrived a couple of minutes later, pulling down her cloak as she was out of sight from the street. She hadn't bothered to pull her glamour back up as she walked over to them, avoiding Jaskiers gaze.

“The place you are looking for is far away in the east. We can use your witch's power to get close but the forest and the cave are protected by a strong shield of magic. We need to walk the rest of the way.”

“How far?” Geralt asked.

“Maybe two or three days.” She answered and the Witcher nodded. Y/n looked at Ciri who held her gaze.

“Thank you for helping us.” Said the princess and y/n gave her a thin smile.

***

The five of them stepped out of the portal finding themselves on an open field in the middle of nowhere.

“There isn’t a single tree in sight, do you think we’re at the right place?” Jaskier asked but y/n just kept walking. Geralt saw something in the air a couple of metres in front of him and it reminded him of the glamour that y/n had used to hide her appearance.

Elven magic.

Y/n stopped in front of what looked like a thin, almost invisible curtain of magic stretching far away to their left and right. Geralt's hand snapped to his sword out of reflex when she pulled out a dagger and dragged it over her own palm. She laid the hand on the barrier and in a second, the magic split open and behind it it revealed a giant, lush forest full of life.

Geralt could feel the magic radiating around them as he entered the barrier behind y/n. Yennifer seemed to notice it too. The trees were as tall as if they tried to reach the sun and the sound of life filled the air. Rays of sunlight were shining through the lush, green treetops and the Witcher could smell pure, clean water in the air. Jaskier looked around in wonderment as he entered with Ciri.

“It feels incredibly peaceful.” Said Ciri as astonished as Jaskier.

“Nothing evil should be able to enter this forest but I don’t know what kind of beasts roam these woods so please be careful.”

They kept walking the whole day without any major disturbance until the sun began to set slowly.

“We should stay here for the night, what do you think, y/n?” Geralt asked.

She looked around for a moment. “There is a clearing ahead, we can rest there. There should even be a hot spring somewhere around to warm us up.”

“I would die for a hot bath. Lead the way.” Said Yennifer walking up to y/n which surprised the elf. “Ciri, you want to join me?” She asked and the princess nodded.

“You should join us too, y/n. Geralt and the bard can put up a fire in the meantime.” She looked over at the Witcher with a meaningful stare which nobody else seemed to notice.

“Yes, we can go after the three of you are finished”.

As soon as the three were out of sight Geralt looked over at Jaskier who was already watching the Witcher. “Ask what you want to ask Geralt. I know that you are burning to know.”

“Then I won’t have to ask, do I?”

Jaskier let out a sigh and took a seat at a tree trunk.

“I met her a year ago, in a little town near Novingrad.” The bard started.

***

1 year ago

She was an absolute pain in the ass. The woman made Jaskier furious.

Every time he was performing in the tavern he stayed in, she was there, not only ruining every move he made on a woman but his whole career.

He had unfortunately spilled his ale all over her, the first night he arrived and from this moment on he got into a fight with her on every occasion. She was railing him up every chance she got and he used every chance he got to pay her back for it.

She was the bane of his existence and unfortunately…the only person to occupy his dreams every night.

And although she did everything in her power to make him angry, he fell head over heels for her.

This night was no exception. After his performance they got into such an argument, that the owner of the tavern kicked them both out to settle their things outside.

She was walking away from him, yelling and cursing him but he had no intention in letting her off like that.

“You insufferable woman! Are you happy now that you have driven a wedge into my entire career?” He yelled at her.

“You call that a career? A donkey with a bucket can be a musician.” She screamed at him over her shoulder, still walking towards the outskirts of the town.

“Oh you didn’t just say that!” Jaskier walked faster to keep up with her. “I would have made a ravishing impression if you hadn’t made it your life’s goal to sabotage me.”

“You are perfectly capable of sabotaging your so-called ‘career’ on your own, believe me.”

“No wonder you are jealous of the admiration I get.” He said.

“Jealous? Of you?” She said laughing and stopped in the middle of a little old bridge to face him. “How on earth do you get the idea that I’m jealous?”

“Maybe because you’re always alone? Doesn’t anyone want to stay with you because you're always so insufferable?”

Her face went still and Jaskier had the feeling he might have pushed it too far.

“You have no idea what you're talking about.” She whispered and Jaskier's stomach twisted with guilt at the hurtful sound of her voice.

“I’m sorry.” He said softly and for the first time she looked at him with something different than anger in her eyes. Something much more…longing.

She seemed so utterly lonely as she stood before him, the moonlight was lighting up her skin and Jaskier’s heart made a sudden jump.

…Gods, she is so beautiful…

He thought, until he noticed that he was staring at her for a little too long. He cleared his throat and rested a hand on the railing beside him looking anywhere but her.

They were outside the town now and the silence grew louder between them.

She turned her back to the railing and crossed her arms in front of her chest. “What are we gonna do now?” She leaned back at the wood and Jaskier heard the crack before he looked in shock as the wood, they were both leaning on, broke.

He could have managed to stay upright if she hadn’t grabbed his shirt in reflex, pulling him down with her into the river.

He felt the cold water engulfing him and he started to panic for a second until he felt…ground beneath him. He pressed his foot down on the gravel and as he pulled upright again he saw the water just reaching up to his hip.

He let out a relieved sigh before he took in the sight in front of him.

Y/n had emerged right after him and she was just coughing up water as she started to laugh.

The sound of her laughter was the first thing that made his heart jump wild in his chest. She was soaking wet, as well as he was but the picture before him was absolutely ethereal.

The moonlight was showering her wet skin in a radiant light and her face was looking slightly different. But right at this moment she looked like she was born from the moon herself.

A goddess among commoners.

He was stunned by the woman in front of him and he hadn’t even noticed when he started to walk but he was suddenly right in front of her.

She stopped laughing when he put his hand on the back of her neck and before he could stop himself, he kissed her.

Nothing in this world could describe the feeling of her lips on his.

He was ready to disappear in this very moment, as reality pulled his mind back and he took a sudden step away from her, hands raised in surrender.

“I’m so sorry! I have no idea where this came from.”

She looked at him stunned, her cheeks slightly red and her face frozen in place as he tried to apologise.

“I’m sorry if I went too far, I didn't want to make you uncomfortable…”

She was still staring at him and he knew that she would probably kill him for this but then she grabbed the front of his shirt pulling him closer to her as she pressed her soft lips back onto his. For a second he was too stunned to react but as her warm body pressed against his with the same hunger that was building up inside him, he couldn’t resist.

His hands slid over her waist onto her back pressing her even tighter against him but even now it seemed not close enough.

Her hand let go of his shirt and her arms wound up around his neck. She slid her hand into his hair and the path on his skin was burning.

His lips left hers and he kissed the path along her jaw down to her neck which lured out a soft moan from her.

When he thought her laughter was the most beautiful sound he changed his mind fast. “I think never in my life, I will be able to sing a sound as ethereal as this one.” He whispered against her skin.

She pulled back a little to look into his eyes, her arms remaining on his neck. “You’re insufferable” she said with a mischievous grin and he wasn’t able to hold back any longer. His lips claimed hers again and his hands slipped over her back to her legs, lifting her out of the water. He walked to the riverbank onto the grass and laid her down, never breaking the contact of their lips.

Her legs wrapped around his waist and in a swift move she turned him over on his back pinning him under her.

Now she was the one trailing his skin with her lips down over his neck to his chest further downwards. This time it was him who let out a groan and he felt her lips on his skin turn into a grin.

***

Her head was resting on his chest listening to the sound of his heartbeat as he brushed his fingers through her hair. None of them had said a word after what happened and she wished they could stay like this forever.

The hand tangled in her hair brushed over her ear and she stiffened.

As did his hand.

It took him a couple of seconds to speak and for her it felt like hours.

“I almost forgot. Why are your ears pointed? They weren’t before we went into the river, I’m sure of it.” His voice was just curious, not a hint of disdain and still she didn’t know how to act.

“Y/n?” Jaskier asked and she finally lifted her head to look into his eyes.

“It’s obvious isn’t it?” She asked, her voice a little snippy and she instantly regretted it.

He let out a light laugh and pressed a kiss to her hair. “I get it you’re an elf but I was just wondering why they look different than before?”

She looked at him and blinked perplexed. “You don’t seem very upset that I’m not human.”

He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and his knuckles stroke over the spot at the end of her jaw leaving goosebumps on her skin. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of his fingers on her skin.

“Why should I care about such insignificant details?”

She opened her eyes and pressed his hand against her cheek kissing the inside of his wrist.

“Most people normally don’t think like this. That’s why I hide them behind a special magic.” She said sadly.

“Most people are blind idiots.” He said and his thumb brushed over her cheek. “I never encountered an elf who could hide their appearance like that. Wouldn’t it make it easier for them to hide amongst such idiots?”

“I don’t think that every elf can do this. I…” she bit on her lip not sure how much she could tell him. “I have a different kind of magic. And hiding them isn’t very pleasant. It feels like they’re bound together with rope.”

“I hate this world for things like this.” He said and she smiled.

“There are things in this world that make up for it.” She whispered and kissed him once. “And some humans aren’t bad either. Of course there are some who are insufferable.” She said laughing and kissed him again and this time he caught her head between his hands to steal a third kiss.

“What about bards?” He said between kisses.

“Oh they’re the most insufferable beings.” She whispered against his lips and he grinned before he flipped her on her back and continued kissing every inch of her skin.

***

“This doesn’t sound bad to me.” Geralt said as Jaskier ended his story. “Besides some of the details which I wished you hadn’t told me.”

“Until this point it was the best thing that ever happened to me.” The bard said and Geralt felt the heartbreak in his voice.

“We spent the whole night like this and we shared so much with each other that I thought I would stay with her for the rest of my life. I couldn’t imagine someone else in my arms. I thought it might be destiny.” He laughed bitterly and Geralt felt truly sad for his friend. “But when I woke up the next morning she was gone. She had just left me there alone, today was the first time I saw her again. I almost thought it had been a dream. I truly believed that it was…that I…”

“You loved her?” Geralt said and Jaskiers eyes snapped up to the Witcher and he tried to swallow the lump in his throat. “I think I still do.” The bard whispered with a cracking voice.

Geralt wanted to say something but right at this moment he heard Ciri and Yennifer together with y/n on their way back.

Jaskier must have heard them too because he turned away from them quickly to hide his face and murmured that he would get more firewood before he vanished between the trees.

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writings-of-a-hufflepuff · 3 years

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Made not Born: Part 1

Fandom: The Witcher (Netflix)

Pairing: Jaskier x Plus Size! Goddess! Reader

Warnings:

Writer: @writings-of-a-hufflepuff aka @hufflepuffing-all-day-long

Summary: You’re a goddess of little things, but you were made not born. You tire of immortality, of the glitter that does not fade, of watching those around you grow and age and falter and die. You help Jaskier in a moment of need and in return he tries to help you. Perhaps you find yourself falling in love along the way.

Notes:

You find him by the roadside. You’ve followed his journeys, one of the many mortals you enjoy watching the life of, and now you find him in need of help. His clothes are dirtied, he is sat in a muddy ditch, hair misplaced and blood bleeding from the broken skin of his lip. He is beaten and he is bloody, but not dangerously so. But you are a minor goddess, good for healing little wounds and mending small broken things.

You don’t answer his questioning calls until you’ve placed a hand on his cheek and the bruises have faded, the cuts stitching themselves back together, the rips in his doublet mending. You doubt he knows what god you are, few do, but his eyes glimmer with recognition as he takes in your form. You are the homeliest looking of the gods, although by mortal standards anything but. Your hips are wide, your stomach soft, your skin is covered in marks and scars from your previous mortal life. Your hair does not shine and your eyes do not glow. You looked as you did in your mortal life, only with something extra, something which mortals could never place a finger on and could never quite describe. It was an essence that let them know you were more than them, something else, something other. For some this bred fear, other’s awe, some comfort, and many curiosity.

“You’re Desara” He lifts himself from his place sitting, only to kneel instead. Blue eyes twinkling up at you, taking in the strands of your hair, the colour of your eyes, the way your dress falls around your body as if purposefully effortless. He tries not to stare, he really does, but he’s never met a god before and you’re...godly, no...otherworldly, effortlessly beautiful, shining like a beacon and, most of all, you look kind. There is a softness in your face that he never expected a god to have, he always imagined there would be glares and glowering, thunderbolts and lightning. He always thought gods were supposed to be frightening. You were the opposite of what he had imagined, you gave off a feeling of comfort and safety that had his shoulders relaxing without a thought.

“That’s what you mortals call me...I go by Y/N...” You rest your hands on his shoulders and urge him to rise, he towers above you. Another thing he thought impossible. He always imagined the gods doing the towering, but he has to angle his head downwards to look you in the eye. He isn’t sure if he’s supposed to look a god in the eye...he’s not sure what godly etiquette is. He’s fully prepared to make a massive faux pas and be struck down with some sort of plague or be crushed under the might of your godly powers.

“Well, that’s very...”

“It’s a very mundane name, I know. I wasn’t always a goddess, you know?” You say with a small little smile, coy, playful. He shakes his head and swallows hard. He will admit he knows your name, knows that you are a minor goddess, known for little things, but he does not know what little things and he does not know your story or history. He always imagined that Gods were born. That they simply burst into existence or rather they existed and birthed everything else. He’d be lying if he said he was an overly devout man, he’d seen enough to be open minded, but had never been one for leaving offerings at shrines or speaking out prayers and thanks.

“I was once a farmer’s daughter. I sowed the seeds, I threshed the wheat, I brought in the harvest...and then one day a god came to me and decided to make me a god too. She believed they needed more, believed she could create something more of me. I think she believed I’d become a great one, a powerful one.” You laugh and he thinks it is supposed to sound bitter and humourless, but instead it sounds soft on the breeze like the light strumming of his lute or the sound of birdsong on a spring morning. “So I became Desara, Goddess of the little things, the warmth of a hearth, the feeling of home after a long journey. Goddess of small creatures and little deeds, of jaunty tunes and a noiseless breeze. Goddess of the seed that roots and the weed that dies, Goddess of the daisy chains and flower crowns. Of worms and of rhymes. Of broken noses and split lips. My powers are minor and few pray to me. Mostly, little children who find my rhymes and songs amusing or who wind chains of flowers for their friends. They soon forget, however.”

“A rather impressive list, oh beautiful creature, oh mighty goddess” He is not sure how anyone could forget you. If you consider yourself minor and unimpressive he cannot imagine what the other gods are like, but he finds that he has no interest in finding out.

“Please. Y/N. I do not enjoy being....grovelled too or worshipped. I am so tired, Julian Alfred Pankratz. I have lived so long and so lonely.”

“If I am to call you Y/N, then please call me Jaskier.” There is a pause before he continues, “Surely you have admirers at your beck and call?” He cannot imagine you without them. Cannot imagine why men and women would not flock to worship at your feet, why they would not revel in the swell of your hips or the softness of your body, the kindness of your face, or the gentle nature of your words. It seemed to him that anyone would be a fool not to admire and worship you.

“Admirers are not loves. They grovel, they seek, they desire, they want, but they do not wish to truly know or listen or care. What I would give to be mortal again, to live in the moment, to know there is an end. To be loved for myself, a farmer’s daughter and not a goddess.”

“Is there not some way to do so? To become mortal, I mean?” He doesn’t pretend to know much about these sorts of things, that was always Geralt’s area of expertise, but it makes sense to him that anything that is made can be unmade, anything that is fixed can be broken.

“For all my years, my knowledge of gods and kings, monsters and men is rather limited. If there is, I doubt the other God’s would tell me for fear that in some hateful fury I might make them mortal. Although I tend to avoid them where possible and would much rather leave them to their quibbling and return to a simpler life”

“Your predicament moves me, Y/N...I am humbled in your presence, “ You go to cut him off and chastise but he stops you, “Not because you are a god or some immortal being but because it is clear to me you have a mortal soul longing for what mortals do. Love.” Perhaps he is flowery with his words, like most bards are, but you decide that he truly means what he says, no matter how poetic it might appear.

“If you will permit me, I would try to help? I have little knowledge on the subject of Gods, but I know a friend who might know where to look.”

“The Witcher.” He looks surprised, “Us Gods watch, you know. From our skies and our seas and our grasses and our trees. I find you enjoyable in your journeys, Toss a Coin to Your Witcher really was a masterpiece,”

“-Why thank yo-” You cut off the thanks, not needing thanks for speaking what you feel is the truth.

“I watch and I know things. He is your friend and you are right, he knows a great deal about my kind and all the tricks to make or break us...do stress that I was not born a god, I was made...and surely what was made can be unmade?” You take a deep breath and humble yourself, kneeling in front of him in a way none of the other gods would, “I...thank you, Jaskier...I wish to be me again and I no longer wish to be so old and weary and never age. Thank you for trying even if an answer cannot be found.”

“I’ll find an answer. For good or ill. I’ve never had a quest of my own before, a true adventure, and I refuse to fail you, Y/N. I hope I can return your mortality.” You feel a little of your composure slip at the genuine kindness and determination in his voice, at the hopefully gleam in his blue eyes. You blink away what tears have filled your eyes and stand up to lean forward, pressing a thankful kiss to his forehead, gentleness you bestow upon any you can, but rarely with such genuine feeling.

“Thank you, Jaskier. I will aid in what little ways I can, but I am no greater god, I cannot do much but mend small breaks, and soothe little hurts.” It’s a warning, kindly, but one to remind him that if he needs help greater than you can give then there is little you can do. It would pain you to see one of your favourite mortals perish in an effort to help you, you wanted your mortality, but not at the cost of a life. Perhaps your mortality wasn’t even possible to regain.

You leave him there, kneeling in the dirt with soft eyes and a softer heart. To him it seems as if you become one with the leaves and the trees, drifting off to somewhere unknown and his eyes follow for as long as they can before you disappear entirely. He steels himself, rising from the ground, tugging on his now mended doublet and grabbing his lute. He has a witcher to find and despite their current differences, Geralt had made it quite clear that he didn’t want the bard hanging around, Jaskier needed his help and he would put up with the grump for you. A kind goddess in need of help regaining her mortality, beautiful as the sunrise and quiet as the moon, well, that was just a song that needed to be written and a story that needed to be told.

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jaimelover · 4 years

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Me running away from my duties.

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inber · 4 years

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Benefits and Bubbles - Jaskier Smut Headcanon

A sweet fren and I came up with this idea and it hasn't got enough substance to be a whole fic so I submit this instead. Warnings: exhibitionist kink, smut

You and Jaskier have known one another for years and years

He was your first kiss, and you his

Although you love one another fiercely, your relationship is slightly peculiar

In public, you act as the best friends you are, or sometimes even as squabbling siblings, rough-housing, stealing food from each other's plates, angrily arguing over the most insipid of things

Behind closed doors though, if either of you need it, you find relief in one another physically

He is too flighty to be your lover, and you are unsure of what you truly want from a partner, and so you settle into this trusting rhythm instead

Sometimes you date, and he is your wingman; when relationships fall through he would drink with you and cry too and curse the bastard, holding you until all your sniffles have abated

When he returns from some adventure with a broken heart from a baron or a noblewoman, you'd sing your lungs out together in his room, snapping lute-strings, straining your throats til the hurt is totally sapped from him

In-between, you have a constant understanding. It is unorthodox but it is comfortable and secure

Enter Geralt of Rivia, who Jaskier immediately takes an interest in. You don't trust him not to get murdered with a Witcher - or by the Witcher - and so you travel with them

As far as Geralt is aware, you're just best friends. Annoying best friends who sing and talk too much

There are few who'd understand your dynamic, and so you hide it from Geralt, too

One evening you're taking a soapy bubble bath with Jaskier. The roads have been rough and you're horny and bored; you end up riding him deep and slow, sitting in his lap with your back against his chest

Geralt enters your room and you both freeze up, but the Witcher seems unaware, believing you're simply bathing. Jaskier pretends to wash your hair as Geralt pokes around. "Have you seen my belt?" He wants to know

"Nope." You reply innocently, flexing the muscles of your cunt around Jaskier's trembling cock still buried within you, hidden beneath soap bubbles.

"Jaskier?" The Witcher questions, and the bard makes a strange sound, shaking his head

Geralt glares, grunts, and begins to rummage through cupboards. The entire time you are relentless, rocking just enough, squeezing your walls in a torturous milk

Jaskier cums helplessly under your playful dominion, buried deep in your cunt, the throb of his cock powerful against your walls; you hum and splash the water over your arms, masking some of the stuttering breathing the bard can't help but make as he loses control, Geralt not five feet away, obliviously rummaging through packs

"Found it." He announces with a hint of triumph, closing the cupboard. Jaskier is trying not to shake apart, leaning back against the bath edge

"What are they serving for dinner?" You ask, as though the bard's cum isn't leaking from you beneath the water

"Mutton, I think" Geralt grunts, and with that thought, he leaves, closing the door

Jaskier lets loose a long, low moan as you burst into a fit of giggles, moving from his lap. He glares at you viciously

"You're gonna pay for that, you know this, yes?"

You bat your eyelashes. "Jask, I always win. Just accept this already."

"Never."

You shrug. "Bring it then, babe."

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diamondcamefromhell · 4 years

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Jaskier falling in love~

Jaskier x Reader

Submission by the loveliest @victias 🦋

Hi, I’ve just discovered your blog due to our shared witcher obsession and I love your writing, thank you! I was wondering if you would be willing to do an imagines or short dabble on what jaskier would be like genuinely falling in love as opposed to the lustful infatuations he frequently wafts in and out of. Pretty please

[I really, really hope you all enjoy this one, especially Victias who submitted such a wonderful idea. It was so fun to write and imagine Jaskier in such way, I hope i didnt mess it up!]

[[also couldnt figure out how to do proper posts on the app, had to wake my lap top up, lmao]]

Warnings: None, I think

Word count: 1,207

There was something different about the way Jaskier behaved. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. I’ve seen how he acts with other people he takes interest in, I have tagged along with him and Geralt long enough. But somehow, when he was around me, he began to just behave… differently.

I know even Geralt began to notice, as he would just stare at the bard, confused, whenever he would begin showing the difference. I doubt the Withcer minded it that much – Jaskier has gone quieter, over all. He almost seemed more shy.

I began to notice he paid really close attention to my words, not cutting me off, always listening to everything I had to say. I enjoyed teasing him, talking whatever nonsense I could come up with, but he still, took each and every word in. Sometimes I felt like I am speaking the most beautiful poetry, from the way he never seemed to get bored of my words. It was impressive, a silent bard, just listening to whatever I got to say.

I was used to receiving an array of compliments from Jaskier, he loved complimenting everyone about, seemingly everything. Until his compliments became more spaced out. More genuine.

He loved complimenting my hair, whenever I did something different to it, he always noticed. Even if I myself didnt realize it. He also loved trying to find what rhymes with my name best, twisting it around. “Y/N, Y/N" he would sing, quietly, so me and Geralt couldn’t hear.

We still did.

There were a lot of other, smaller things as well. He would flirt with others less, to the point, where he almost didn’t. It was in his nature to be nice to everyone who wasn’t an enemy, but his flirtatious behavior receded.

Needless to say, I was flattered. Whenever his eyes would land on me, Jaskier seemed to find it difficult to look away.

He also began writing more love songs. They weren’t ever directed at me, they were vague, but I began to notice he wouldn’t look at me when singing them. Only a few careful little glances, just to check if I am listening.

Which I always was.

One rainy evening, as Geralt and I were watching Jaskier perform, Witcher confessed to me that the bard has been nicer to him over all. Picking on his less. According to him, our friends attention has been drifting other directions. I couldn’t hide my blush, not from Geralt, who kindly pretended not to notice.

I stare at Jaskier now, prancing around. Many people in the tavern are giving him loving looks, but he doesn’t respond, only a kind smile here and there. His focus is mostly on his lute and sometimes us. I let out a sigh as he finishes his song.

He grabs more ale, bringing it to us, I notice he sits next to me, our shoulders almost touching.

“A toast!” Jaskier shouts. “To our friendship!”

“Friendship?” Geralt teases, looking from Jaskier to me. I glance at the bard to see him blush. I dont remember ever seeeing him do that. My cheeks in response heat up too.

“A toast.” I break the silence, lifting up ale. “To us all.”

“Hm.” Geralt grunts, hiding his smile. I glare at the Witcher, crossing my arms. Jaskier, from what I can tell mindlessly, does it too. Geralt raises his eyebrows.

“Do not say anything.” Bard jumps in, uncrossing his arms. If it’s possible, he blushes even more.

“You two just mirror each other.” Geralts speaks, ignoring Jaskier. “Well, he mirrors you, Y/N.“

“No he doesn’t.” I argue, but Jaskier says the same thing at the same time. Of course, instead of ‘he’, he uses ‘I’.

“Cute.” Geralt chugs his ale down and I fail to believe the Witcher even knows the word ‘cute’ exists.

I look at Jaskier, who while still visibly flustered, is smiling looking at the table. I stand up, taking our empty cups, going for a refill.

When I make my way to the bar, my cheeks almost seem to go back to normal. I take a couple deep breaths in, until I feel someone staring at me.

I sneak a glance at our table, were Jaskier is unapologetically staring at me. I dont think, however, that he notices me looking. His lips move so I know he must be talking to Geralt, but his gaze stays glued to me.

I look away, my cheeks setting ablaze yet again. As the man pours us ale, I feel myself drift, to when Jaskier first started changing.

It happened in a blink of an eye. We were camping, fire barely making our faces visible. Geralt has left us alone, doing whatever he does when he disappears for a couple of hours.

It was the first time Jaskier truly opened up to me. He put his heart on a plate, he confessed how being a bard was always his dream. Not necessarily because he truly wanted to do it, he felt like he sucked at everything else.

He learnt to play lute all by himself. Then he began writing songs. He even told me he loves to always be so cheery and happy because bards are often referred to jokers, royal clowns. He believed he was a fool.

However, since that night, he changed. It felt like he opened up the real him, for some reason in bards eyes, I was worth that. He continued, slowly but surely, opening up about more things.

Stardust by stardust, he was allowing me to see his entire galaxy, instead of just the usual sun.

I drift back to present, glancing at the men again. Jaskier still has his eyes on me, and I doubt he took them off for a second. If I didnt find it cute, it would be creepy.

I sit back next to them, as the night drags on, laugh fills the air, many drunken songs break out. Geralt leaves early, but Jaskier and I stay behind.

Until it’s only the two of us. His eyes capture my gaze, as he curls his lips, heat from alcohol rushing his cheeks. Jaskier, however, didnt drink as much as he sometimes does. I knew he was sober enough.

I respond with my own smile, as he reaches for me, shyly placing his hand on mine. I dont pull away.

“I never imagined I could feel this way, Y/N.” I continue smiling, his eyes lighting up.

“What do you mean, Jaskier?” he pulls back just a little, and I can see him drift in a thought.

“Love always seemed so casual to me. I loved everyone. It was just such a natural thing to me. All the popular love ballads seemed like false tales to me.” He focuses back on me. “And then I met you. And I started writing love songs, more than anything, they began to make sense.”

So that was it. Jaskier was falling in love, the true chaotic kind of love.

I dont think he was changing. He was finding himself in love.

I straighten my grip in response, to see the shy bard blush even more.

“I feel it too.” I reassure him, as the sun rises in the horizon.

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carrerabkpuff · 4 years

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I am officially angry that nothing has been written to fuel my Jaskier needs....

Like....

I looked.....

Wattpad.....AO3......Tumblr......

Someone find me some Jaskierxreader or JaskierxOC fics.....

Anyone?

#thewitcher #jaskier #jaskierxOC #Jaskierxreader #thewitcherjaskier #gerraltofrivia

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fceriestcrdst · 2 years

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my plan for my 5 drafted works is to write all of them and like post them throughout the day at some point! i need to probably post them during the day and not late at night because that fucks me over </3

#crow rambles #i have a jaskel fic and a yennskier fic!#i also have 3 jaskierxreaders and one is witch witcher reader so that'll be fun!#i do genuinely plan on doing them and not just hiding from them because ei am truly excited for them <3

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roxi-reid · 2 years

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JaskierxReader headcanon:

Y/N: *mentions once that their favourite colour is red*

Jaskier: *now always wears at least one red item of clothing in attempt to also be the favourite*

#jaskier x reader #jaskier #jaskier headcanon

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seidenbros · 2 years

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Can I request a JaskierxReader fake dating because Jaskier wants to make Geralt jealous for leaving him on a mountain, but then they catch feelings for real?

Thank you for all the work you put into your content 😃❤ I've been loving all this new reading I've found from you!

Again: THANK YOU so much for your kind words, they really mean the world to me ❤ This... got WAY longer than I had expected, but it took a turn here and there and blahblahblah, you know how it goes. I just have to say: I didn't proofread it anymore, so every mistake can be kept as a gift or something along the lines. So, I really hope this lives up to what you were expecting <3

Pairing: Jaskier x GN!Reader Warnings: hurt? comfort? mutual pining, a little fluff maybe Word count: 3644

You'd heard it all. Everything that had happened on the mountain, and you felt for Jaskier. He'd come to you of all people, completely drunk, had made his way to your home, and he'd practically fallen into your arms. In the middle of the night. The knocking on the door had woken you up, mixed with the calling for your name. At that point, you hadn't seen Jaskier in a couple of months, because he'd been out and about with Geralt of Rivia, the famous Witcher. You didn't have a problem with Geralt per se, but you'd had enough of Jaskier's complaining whenever you two had met up. You'd known each other for years, had waved him Goodbye when he'd left Oxenfurt, but you two had always found each other again. Just like you did now, because Jaskier knew where you lived, and it was kind of his anchor point. A place where he could always come to, no matter what, so you've spent most of the winters together, catching up, sharing stories.

This story though... it kind of broke your heart, and made you want to punch Geralt at the same time, even though you knew that you'd probably need to get your hand fixed afterwards, but Jaskier was worth it. He always had been. So you'd opened your door to him and let him inside, gave him his usual sleeping spot, but he didn't go straight to sleep. Instead, he'd told you everything in a very dramatic manner – just the way he was. Geralt had broken his heart with his words, with his whole behaviour, and Jaskier hadn't known what to do with himself. He was even crying – not surprising due to the amount of alcohol he'd apparently consumed, since he slurred his words so much here and there, that you had to ask him to repeat a thing or two. In the end, it didn't really matter, because you could feel his heartbreak, his flayed soul. So, you sat by his side the whole night watching over him so that he would get the much needed sleep. He stirred once or twice, but apart from that he stayed asleep.

The next morning, he woke with a headache, saw you, and started apologizing straight away.

“Jask, it's fine, really. You know that you always have a place here,” you said, smiling at your friend, handing him some water.

“Still... I shouldn't have come here in the middle of the night.” Jaskier took a sip of water before looking back at you.

“Where else would you have gone?”

“Right...” He winced, thought for a moment, before he looked back up at you, smiling again. You knew that kind of smile, and it meant nothing but trouble. “I have plan. But you'll have to help me out here.”

The problem was... you'd never been able to say no to Jaskier, no matter how stupid or dangerous his ideas were – he'd nearly landed you in jail once, but you'd gotten off with a warning – so you didn't shy away from his plan this time as well. Even if that meant, pretending to be dating him. After all, he was well known, and he'd even incorporate you in his songs, so that Geralt would hear these songs and find out that he was happy without the Witcher. A stupid idea. REALLY stupid. But it wasn't like you were seeing anyone at the moment anyway, so...

So... you started dating, went out together, walked through the city hand in hand, and Jaskier introduced you to everyone as his partner. Some people – those who'd known you for some time – weren't really surprised that the two of you had finally ended up together. It was surprising to you, since the two of you had always just been friends, though you had to say that you did miss Jaskier when he was gone. When he got restless, because he was staying in one place too long, you asked him if you could come along. It was a bold move, but... you'd gotten so accustomed to Jaskier being around you, that you didn't want to miss him in your life anymore. It was nothing more than that, just a friendship in full bloom, more fun that you'd had in ages, and secretly, you'd grown tired of staying in the same place, doing the same things over and over again.

“Of course! That would be terrific! I mean, that way, we can make sure the song spreads even further and Geralt will definitely hear it. And MAYBE he'll even hear it from me with you by my side!” He hugged you tight, excitement taking over, because he'd kind of hoped that you would join him on his travels. It was more fun, and he cherished your company.

It was fun, you had to admit, travelling around, listening to Jaskier talk and sing, seeing the crowd cheer him on... He was beginning to feel like himself again, it was obvious. There was rarely talk of Geralt between the two of you, only when someone asked him about the White Wolf did Jaskier talk about him, say that he didn't know where he was, that they had taken different paths, and that he had you by his side now. Every time that happened, he hugged you close to his side, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You couldn't deny that it felt good, that their was something churning in your stomach whenever he did that, but you didn't read too much into it. You were, after all, pretending to be in a relationship, right? Right.

One morning, though, things changed. You'd spent the night drinking with some townspeople the night before, and somehow – you really couldn't remember – you'd both ended up in the same bed instead of spending the night in each of your own. You shared a room of course, but with two beds. When you woke today, you found Jaskier right there by your side – or more half on top of you. His arm was wrapped around your middle, one leg flung over yours, his head on your chest. You had to blink once, twice, before you were sure that you were seeing correctly. Slowly, a smile crept on your lips, as you watched him sleep soundly, hoping that he wouldn't wake up from your increasing heartbeat. He looked so peaceful, happy even, his hair that he'd grown out, was fanning over your chest, falling over his eyes. You couldn't resist, reached out a hand and gently brushed his hair from his face, which only made him pull you closer, snuggle even tighter to your side. Your fingertips travelled across his shoulder, down his back and stayed at the small of his back, because you didn't want to wake him, to enjoy this moment a little longer. By now, you were not able to deny that warm, fuzzy feeling anymore that was spreading from the pit of your stomach throughout your whole body. This was supposed to be a pretend thing. Friends that pretended to date each other, not develop real feelings for each other. But you'd fallen. You'd started falling for him probably the minute he'd fallen through your door, dead drunk, heartbroken. Maybe, you'd thought that you could stop it from happening, that you could get through this whole thing without hitting the ground, but you'd already fallen right through the ground and come out on the other side, not knowing where this would lead. To protect yourself, to protect your heart, you should probably leave Jaskier, return home, but you couldn't.

“Morning.” Jaskier gruff voice pulled you from your thoughts, making you heart nearly jump out of your chest. There was a smell smile playing on his lips, as he raised his head just a little bit to look at you, but didn't move apart from that.

“Morning... Sleep well?” You tried a teasing tone, a smile on your lips, trying to hide what was going on inside you from him, and apparently it worked.

“Mhm... Best sleep I've had in a while,” Jaskier said with a chuckle, before he began entangling himself from you, ran a hand through his hair. “Sorry, if I crushed you. Though I have to say, that was really comfortable.” Another chuckle, before he got up. It hurt a little bit, the way he took it so lightly, that it really didn't do anything to him, and you were suffering in silence, but that was just the way it was, wasn't it?

“Don't worry, you didn't crush me.” With that you got up as well to get ready for the morning, distracting yourself with all kinds of things as to not look at Jaskier. It would be easier once you were on the road again, breathing some fresh air, letting him talk like he usually did. It was easier, when you weren't this close together, when you weren't touching.

Only you didn't know what was going on inside Jaskier's head. He'd woken in the middle of the night, had looked up to find you half beneath him, and he could have taken that opportunity to get up and get into his own bed, but he hadn't. Instead, he'd watched you sleep, watched your peaceful face for who knew how long, listening to your steady heartbeat, before he'd fallen asleep again, smile on his lips. And now? Now, he was watching you from across the room, having the words on his lips, but he wasn't able to say anything right now. He knew what had happened, what he was feeling, what had happened along the way. He'd known you for so long, but now he'd gotten to know you inside out, had found out what you liked and what you didn't like, had memorized it. He'd fallen for you, while just pretending to be in a relationship with you. What a turn of events.

“So, you think Geralt has heard the new songs yet?” Your voice made Jaskier look up. He hadn't really thought about Geralt for some time now, or at least not about whether he'd heard the songs by now or not, because... by now did it really matter anymore?

“I...” Jaskier struggled for a moment to find the right words, to know what to say to that, because what he wanted to say was exactly what he was thinking, that it didn't matter right now, but then he'd have to explain, wouldn't he? “Probably. I mean... Wherever we go, the people demand I play these songs.” He conjured up a smile as he packed up the rest of his belongings, so that the two of you could get on your way.

The next week was... strange. You still walked around holding hands, behaving just the way you'd done all the time, but it was still different. You both behaved differently, because as soon as you were behind locked doors, where nobody could see you, you stayed as far away from each other as possible. It pained you, but saying something, telling him how you felt, that was just not possible, so you played your role, just as Jaskier was playing his in this whole ordeal. If only one of you had the courage to speak up, it would be so much easier, but when had life ever been easy for you?

It had been a rather quiet day for both of you, you'd actually spent some time apart. Jaskier was writing a new song, while you'd used the time to take a walk through the town, go to the stream that ran along just outside the town. You needed that timeout to clear your head. Could you really keep that up? Being so close to Jaskier, cuddling up to him in front of all these people, when you knew that it was just pretend? That deep down you were just friends and nothing more, when your heart was yearning for him? All of him? His mind, his soul, his heart, his body? You weren't sure. You had to get that thought out of your head, that he could really love you, but that wouldn't work, when you were being so close, and as much as you wanted to help him, make his plan work, you couldn't do that anymore without damaging your heart. So you made a decision. You had to tell him that you had to return home, that you couldn't keep this whole ordeal up. After his show tonight.

Jaskier was already playing when you entered, the crowd roaring with cheers. You took a seat in the back after grabbing something to drink. You couldn't help the smile on your lips, as soon as you saw him in his element. It had changed throughout the months. At first, he'd still shone on stage, because he could switch his on-stage-persona on and off at will, but you knew when he was really enjoying it, and when he was just pretending to. The crowd loved him either way, but only because they couldn't tell the difference. He didn't sing the same way with a broken heart, and at least that had healed over time.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, you will be the first one to hear this new masterpiece. I just finished it today, and it is for a very special person.” Jaskier had the attention of everyone while you were downing your drink, going over to the bar to get another one, because you were certain to hear a name you didn't want to hear, you hadn't heard in some time now, but oh how wrong you were. “My der Y/N, this is for you.”

You nearly dropped your tankard when you heard your name. Some eyes were on you, because Jaskier was looking your way, trying to get your attention. Once you turned around to look at him, he smiled and started playing. Was this some kind of joke? Was this all part of the plan? Yes, he'd written songs before about his new love and moving on, and whatnot, but this... this was different. He sang about everything you'd seen and done together, about waking in your arms. He could have just made something up, but he chose to sing about actual events. You could feel your heart basically in your throat, it was beating so hard, it made you dizzy. That couldn't bee the alcohol, because you hadn't had that much so far. Or was this some kind of fever dream? No, this was really happening, and you had absolutely no idea what to make of it.

The crowd erupted into cheers, slapping Jaskier on the shoulder as he left the stage, because he was finished for the night. Eyes fixed on you, he made his way over to you, stopping here and there to hear his praise before he finally made it to you. Without thinking about it, you held your tankard out to him.

“You're probably thirsty,” you said, still trying to calm your heartbeat, which proved to be even more difficult with Jaskier standing right in front of you. Confusion making him draw his brows together, but he took the tankard anyway, because his throat was rather dry.

“What do you think?” he asked before he took a swig, grateful for the cool liquid, but he was still nervous. Nervous what you would think, how you would react, but what you said then, was nothing that he could have ever expected.

“It's a great song. Catchy! That will show a certain someone.” You didn't say his name out loud, you tried to smile, before you turned around to order another Ale for yourself, certain that you would need it. What you didn't see, was the smile that faded from Jaskier's face, because he'd thought he'd really done something there, writing a whole song for you, JUST for you, ABOUT you, and you... didn't care. Or so it seemed.

You excused yourself to go to your room, shortly after that, reassuring Jaskier that it was okay to stay a little longer, that you were just tired and needed to get some rest. Jaskier wanted to protest, but he simply nodded. After all, he could use another ale, after being turned down like that by you.

Once you were in your room, you took a deep breath and started gathering your things. No, you didn't want to simply vanish on him – he would find you anyway – but you wanted to be ready to leave once you'd talked to him, told him that you were leaving, because you couldn't deal with this situation anymore. Tears were by now running down your face without you even realizing it. Only when they plopped down on the blanket in front of you, turning it darker, you realized what was going on. Finally, your emotions were catching up with you, your heart was letting it all out.

Only when you heard the door behind you close, did you straighten, quickly trying to brush the tears away, but your eyes were already read from crying, and the sniffling didn't help to hide it from Jaskier as well.

“What's going on?” Jaskier's voice was soft, but distressed as well. He looked around, saw your packed bag, before he stared at the back of your head again, wishing you would turn around. “Were you going to leave me without saying a word?” Fear, pain, you could hear it in his voice, knowing that you were the cause for this.

“It's not like that,” you whispered, not really sure whether he'd heard you or not. You sniffled again, rubbed your eyes, but didn't turn around. He shouldn't see you like that, but that was too late now, was it?

“Look,” Jaskier said, distressed now, walking up to you, not daring to touch you at the moment, but he stood right behind you, so that you could feel the heat of his body against your back. You could smell his all too familiar scent mixed with alcohol and sweat from giving his all in this performance. “I didn't want to overwhelm you with that song, Y/N, but I just...” He licked his lips, taking a step back, searching for the right words. “Fuck. I fucked it up, didn't I?” That was when you finally turned around to look at him. You'd never seen him this lost, not even when he'd come to you after that whole mountain incident. “I just didn't know how else to tell you.” There, his words were out, and he hoped, he really hoped that you could talk about this, that he could stop you from leaving. From leaving him, because he didn't want to lose you now.

“Tell me what?”

“That I love you, Y/N!” Exasperated, he threw his hands up, before he rand them through his hair, before he realized... “You... You didn't get that from the song?”

“I... no,” you stammered, trying to process what was happening right now. “I thought... because of Geralt.”

“Oh, fuck Geralt!” Jaskier walked towards you again, stopping right in front of you. “This song was for you, I said that! I meant everything I sang!” Gently, even with a little hesitation, he took your hands in his. “Did you really think I was singing this to get back at Geralt? I'm long past this. I've been trying to forget about it, to not think about the way my heart beats whenever I hold your hand. How my skin tingles even long after your touch has left my skin... But I can't.” He let go of your right hand only to cup your cheek, making you close your eyes at the soft touch. You could swear that you'd heard him mutter something under his breath, but you couldn't be sure. “I know, this isn't how this was supposed to go, but you do not choose who you fall in love with. I'm sorry if I scared you away, that was the last thing I wanted to do, but if I hadn't told you, my heart would have burst. So please, please don't leave me, just because-”

“Jaskier shut up,” you interrupted him, suddenly with a smile on your face, leaning into his touch. “I didn't want to leave because of that song.”

“No?” Confused he looked at you, not really following, because he really thought that he'd fucked it up with confessing his feelings for you.

“No.” Now, it was your turn to frame his face with your hands, run your thumbs over his cheeks. “I wanted to leave because I love you as well, and I didn't think that you would feel the same way. I couldn't stand being this close to you and not being able to love you the way my heart needs it and-”

“Y/N!” Jaskier stopped you, a laugh escaping his lips, as he touched his forehead to yours. “Shut up, okay? Enough talking for now.” With that, he touched his lips to yours, soft at first, but the way you pressed your body against his, let one of your hands tangle in his hair, the other drop to his chest, made him deepen the kiss. His own hands were on your waist, holding you close to him, because he didn't want to let you go. Not now that you two had finally managed to express your feelings, understand the other one's feelings as well, and weren't tiptoeing around the subject anymore. You'd wasted enough time already, so you weren't gonna waste any more time talking. At least not tonight. Just Jaskier and you, sharing kisses, exploring the other's body and taking your time.

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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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Hey, I was wondering if I could request a fluffy fic for Jaskierxreader, where she meets up with Yen and Jaskier in a tavern and part way through the night Jaskier says something along the lines of his unworthy of love as every women he beds leaves him. And the reader is like no I'm not having that and she takes it into her own hands to prove that he is worthy of love and hers in particular. As she loves everything about him from his chest hair to his voice to his personality

Fandom: The Witcher Pairing: Jaskier x Reader Word Count: 1,067 Rating: G Taglist: @heroics-and-heartbreak @whatevermonkey @mynamesoundslikesherlock @magic-multicolored-miracle @writingstudent @mlleecrivaine @coffee-and-stories @ultracolorfulnerdcollection @astouract @your-not-invisible-to-me @kemmastan @mycat-is-mylove @amirahiddleston a/n: Thank you for your patience! I hope you like it!

“Next round is on me!” you called, heading to the bar before Yennefer and Jaskier could protest. You didn’t often get to see your friends but when you did you tried to make the best of your time. It was especially rare to get to visit with Jaskier and Yennefer at the same time as they usually avoided each other. Their animosity had cooled to a great extent but there was still some iciness there. You were certain you could work at it in time and that they’d admit their begrudging respect for each other. Choosing to share their time with you because of their shorter visit was an excellent start and you felt it boded well for the future.

Then you returned and found Jaskier with tears in his eyes.

“Yennefer I was gone for five minutes,” you cried, placing the tray of slightly overfilled tankards on the table and sitting across from Jaskier.

“This had nothing to do with me,” Yennefer insisted, delicately extracting her mead from the tray.

“She’s right,” Jaskier admitted, “It’s silly.”

You exchanged a curious look with Yennefer who shrugged and rolled her eyes.

“Well come on,” you pressed, “What’s going on?”

Jaskier sighed and raised his pale blue eyes to meet yours and your heart skipped a beat as it always did when he focused his gaze on you.

“I was just thinking about the Countess,” he replied.

“Oh Jaskier that woman is just…”

“Like everyone else,” he cut you off, words running into each other a bit. This wasn’t his first or even second mead and apparently it was getting to him. Yennefer, unaffected, sipped her drink and looked at Jaskier with casual curiosity as he continued his lament, “I mean, sure, I can get someone to bed. But they do not stay. And I am not a dullard, Y/N, I know the common denominator and it is me.”

“Jaskier what are you saying?” you asked, struggling to parse his words between his slight slur and the way he mumbled into his cup as he took another sip.

“I am unlovable,” he enunciated clearly, “It is the only conclusion I can come to. And sure, it’s fine, I’ll survive as I have, it’s not as though I don’t find company, but it would… well, it would be nice to feel loved.”

You gaped at him in plain shock and you noticed Yennefer raise an eyebrow at your expression, daring you to speak the words on your mind. You had confessed your feelings for Jaskier to the sorceress (though she had figured it out on her own easily before) and she had told you that you should tell him. She was so insistent about it you sometimes wondered if she knew something you didn’t but you couldn’t imagine a world in which Jaskier confided in Yennefer about something instead of you.

“Jaskier you’re being ridiculous,” you insisted.

“Y/N it’s ok, I’m not looking for some big pep talk. I can be satisfied,” he said, but his eyes were sad and you felt a burst if indignation and anger swelling inside of you that could only partially be attributed to the mead.

“Jaskier that’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. First that you would accept it and second that you of all people think that you’re unlovable. I defy you to name a single thing that is unlovable. In fact, go ahead! Do it! Name a thing!” you charged, scowling at him defiantly.

“I have it on good authority that I talk too much,” he replied.

“Balderdash. You’re enthusiastic and you want to connect with people and entertain them and get to know them and if more people were like that the world would be a better place. I refute it absolutely. NEXT!” you shouted, uncaring of the other patrons who glowered at you for your raised voice.

“Well… my songs aren’t always good,” Jaskier said.

“You are the most talented musician I have ever. I thought that before I even fell in love with you and I was right then and I’m right now,” you protested.

“Well what about… wait. Stop go back, did you say before you fell in love with me?” he asked.

“What?” you cried, panic rising as you glanced to Yennefer for confirmation and she nodded with an amused grin, taking another sip of her drink. “Well! Maybe!”

“But that… does that mean… has there been an after you fell in love with me? As in a present love?” Jaskier pressed, face contorted in confusion.

“Yes,” you said simply, “So you cannot be unlovable. Checkmate.”

“But… why?” he asked, still seemingly dumbfounded by your confession. You sighed and threw your arms up in exasperation.

“Everything, Jaskier! From the things I’ve already mentioned to your tenderness to your courage. From your ridiculous, impractical boots to your always undone undershirts to your strangely compelling chest hair to your lovely, pink mouth to your finely shaped nose to your absolutely stunning eyes to your beautiful hair. Everything about you is just… so very loveable. And so very good. You’re very good, Jaskier, and you should know that because it’s true.”

By the end of your declaration Jaskier’s eyes had drifted from confused to soft, overcome with emotion as you spoke. Yennefer cleared her throat, interrupting the gazing between the two of you, and you both glanced over at her.

“Jaskier do you have something do tell Y/N now?” she prompted, eyeing him pointedly.

“Oh! Yes! I love you too! I nearly forgot!” he blurted out.

“What?” you exclaimed, “Really? And you told Yen?”

“Don’t sound so surprised, Y/N,” she said, “I told you we’ve gotten closer.”

“But… but why?” you asked, echoing Jaskier’s question and making him look just as incredulous as you had before. He opened his mouth but Yennefer held up a hand to stop him.

“Listen, I love you both but I cannot sit through another long declaration. I will see you tomorrow,” she said, rising from her seat.

“Wait – you love me too?” Jaskier cried out as you laughed.

“A very different kind of love, bard,” Yennefer answered coolly though a small smile played about her lips, “Now, to your confession.”

The last thing Yennefer heard before she closed the door to the room behind her was Jaskier shouting “A IS FOR ADORABLE, JUST ONE OF THE MANY WORDS I MAY USE TO DESCRIBE YOU…”

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