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Marble Realms: Lost Gods

Written by Osgon Azure

Chapter 1 The Tavern

Damon and Ardryll

The air was thick with the threat of rain. Dark gray clouds cast the forested land in shadow, causing the two elves to pick up their pace. It would be half an hour before they made it to Basinborn, a town known for their taverns and market. They could only pray that the storm held off for a few hours more.

The first few drops started coming down when the two men entered the gates of the bustling town. It was chaos as people ran this way and that to escape the oncoming storm. Damon and Ardryll were lucky that they managed to arrive at the tavern as the onslaught of rain started. 

The tavern was dimly lit by torches on the wooden pillars, the smell of stale ale, sweat, and stew attacked the senses as the two looked around. Damon led the pair to the counter where the keeper of the tavern stood, currently telling off some drunken patrons. Damon waved the man down, handing him 2 gold pieces for a room for him and his partner for the night. The Dwarven man nodded and led the two elves up a flight of steps. He handed Damon a key before leaving the two men alone in the room.

Damon sighed and slipped off his pack, and set it on the bed. He removed his cowl, revealing his silver locks and dark blue gray skin, a drow. Rarely seen on the surface and often hostile when spotted. He looked at his companion with a slight frown. “There goes our plans of checking out the market today,” the dark elf said.

The golden haired elf looked at him and shook his head, he signed, ‘I thought your plan was to stay in the room and drink?’ The elf silently teased with a smirk.

“That was the plan after I went to the market to get some more supplies,” Damon stated, rolling his eyes.

‘What will you ever do now, Damon,’ Ardryll responded, before removing his own pack and some of his armor.

“I guess, I will have to actually spend time with you instead of getting my ass drunk,” Damon mused.

‘Lords forbid you actually spend time with your husband,’ Ardryll signed once he finished unpacking. Damon chuckled, walking over to his husband and placing a light kiss to his forehead. “Let us retire for the night, we have been walking for nearly a fortnight and this will be the first in that long while we slept in an actual bed,” Damon suggested taking a step back and brushing some hair from his partner's face.

‘That does sound like a better idea,’ Ardryll signed, a look of relief washed over the tired elf as he began to change for the night.

Ekron

The sound of drunken men filled the dim tavern. Ekron smirked as he took the winnings from the table. “I tried tellin’ ya, I can kick all y’all’s asses in this game,” the tiefling said with a smirk. The male pocketed the gold before finishing his ale. “‘Nother round?” He asked. Several of the other players mumbled some form of a curse under their breath before putting more gold coins on the table. 

This went on for several more hours, only ending when most of the players were either passed out drunk or out of gold. Ekron chuckled, “Better luck next time.” He put the bag of gold into a pouch before deciding to migrate over to the counter. “Caskflayer, another mug of ale,” He said before slapping down a gold piece onto the table. “By Gods Ekron, you ever goin’ to stop milking my customers dry of gold?” Caskflayer said, shaking his head as he got the man another ale. “Once they stop comin’ to me for a good ol’ game of poker,” he stated, pulling out the bag of winnings to show off. “I am waitin’ for the day someone finds out that you’ve been cheatin’ and kicks your ass,” the dwarf said, setting the mug in front of the tiefling.

“Cheatin’? That’s where you are wrong, my dear Caskflayer. I have never once cheated in a game my whole life,” Ekron said, looking offended by his friend's accusation.

“I call shit on that,” Caskflayer laughed.

“Ouch,” Ekron said mockingly, covering his heart as if he was hurt by the other’s words. He then laughed and downed his drink. “Thanks for the drink, pal. I think I am goin’ to retire for the night. Gotta get up early if I want to take the freshest bread from Fossena tomorrow,” he said, getting up and heading to his room on the second floor.

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Marble Realms: Lost Gods

Written by Osgon Azure

Prologue

Magic was fairly new to humans, an unexplored and fascinating thing. Blood magic seemed like a god’s work, healing the mortally wounded, curing deadly diseases. No one knew the dangers blood magic could bring. The sheer lust for power was known to take over humans often causing them to act violently towards others and themselves. This lust for power and violence fueled the Great War. A war raged upon the known Gods on the planet, The Dragons.

It started 1,000 years ago, the Great War, when the humans destroyed the Gods. The hate and anger of humanity had been brewing for years, they needed something to direct it at and what better than the supposed creatures that made them. They just needed the right person to stir the pot and start it all. Sagard Altair was a mage, the first blood mage. He gained a following for he claimed he actually came from the real god and was here to cleanse the world of the imposters. Who was it to say he wasn’t? Thus manipulated mankind to turn against their old gods and slaughter them.

The war lasted several years but in the end the humans won. The gods they loved for centuries now resorted to corpses.

The Great War, the battle that seemingly destroyed the creating dragons...or so they thought.

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Marble Realms: Lost Gods

By Osgon Azure

Summary

After being in hiding for 1,000 years, Nathuss finally emerges in search of resurrecting his mate, Luxopal. Nathuss and his friend Alosrin start their trip across the continent to the island of Black Rock Dreki. This adventure leads them to a tavern where they meet a swashbuckling thief, a dark elf, and a mute ranger. The five join together and begin their trip to the southern isle where the ruins of the ancient gods lay.

The word of Nathuss’s appearance throughout the realm has sparked the interest in the Mage cult leader, Sagard Altair. Thus begins the blood mage's hunt to destroy the last remaining god, hoping to fulfill his long-standing goal of becoming the new god. Powered with the soul of Luxopal, nothing stands in the way of taking what is his.

Will Nathuss be able to save his mate and restore balance to the realm, or will the world fall apart under the grasp of Sagard?

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Okay, don't get me wrong here. I LOVE Jurassic Park. I love seeing their dinosaurs. But after watching Prehistoric Planet, and going back to look at this...

And then looking at this...

Notice how much healthier the second set looks? Their lips cover their teeth, they actually have fat on their bodies, their skin doesn't wrinkle like they're dehydrated. You can't see every single tendon and muscle move because you aren't supposed to. Dinosaurs are animals, not reptilian body-builders.

THIS is the kind of change I want to see in how we create realistic depictions of not only dinosaurs, but all prehistoric creatures. Paleoart has always had a huge issue with shrink-wrapping and making these animals look terrifying instead of making them look like, well, animals.

Well done, BBC.

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STOP BACKYARD BREEDING YOUR DINOSAURS

Get your Tyrannosaurs from responsible, DKC registered breeders! Anyone who says your rex should be skinny or 'thats just how they are' is lying to you.

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Like isn't the whole Jurassic Park/World movies irresponsibly creating the dinosaurs?

I mean there is how many movies telling us not to do this.

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Let Me Be Gay For the Bard | Chapter 6

Chapter 6

The shadows in the room grew long as the sun sank further into the horizon. Jaskier was currently getting ready for his performance of the night. (Y/N) sat on the bed cleaning his armor while softly humming. Jaskier was the first to break the comforting silence. “Today had to be one of the most relaxing days I have had in a long time,” the singer said looking over at his friend. 

“Haven’t you just sat back and done nothing before?” (Y/N) asked, looking at Jaskier questioningly. “I have, just not with another,” Jaskier admitted, “Well other than sex, I haven’t just laid in bed and cuddled a person.”  (Y/N) simply nodded, “It is a pretty calming thing, laying in bed holding a person and just talking.” A smile graced the adventurer’s lips as he looked down at his armor.

“You are not wrong,” Jaskier said with a sigh. The singer soon finished getting ready going over to the bed and grabbing his lute. “Wish to join me downstairs, my dear?” He asked, looking at (Y/N). (Y/N) laughed softly, his (E/C) eyes seemed to sparkle. “I would love to,” the adventurer replied, getting up. The two men walked downstairs (Y/N) splitting off to go find a place to sit while Jaskier went to begin his performance.

Jaskier’s performance started like all the others with a few of his more well known songs before diving into songs he rarely sang. To (Y/N) the performance was just as wonderful as all the others he heard. Like the first night the adventurer heard the bard perform, (Y/N) sat there with his journal out sketching the handsome man singing. Jaskier looked over at his friend as he began playing a new song, one (Y/N) never heard.  

I have a question

It might seem strange

How are your lungs?

Are they in pain?

(Y/N) tilted his wondering what this song was about. When did Jaskier make this one? He hasn’t heard this one before. 

'Cause mine are aching

Think I know why

I kinda like it though

You wanna try?

Jaskier gave him a sweet smile as he continued to sing. His voice soft and playful sounding almost, it was certainly different than the bard’s normal songs.

Oh would you be

So kind

As to fall in love with me, you see

I'm trying

I know you know that I like you

But that's not enough

So if you will

Please fall in love

I think it's only fair

There's gotta be some butterflies somewhere

Wanna share?

'Cause I like you

But that's not enough

So if you will

Please fall in love with me

(Y/N) found himself blushing lightly as he listened to the song. He smiled looking down like an idiot not entirely sure what to do. (Y/N) knew the bard for less than a month but that month was the best month of his life. He knew he liked the other but he wasn’t sure what the extent of it was. They grew close rather quickly and neither one seemed to think much of it. It all came so naturally to the two men almost as if they knew each other for years. The people in the tavern looked at Jaskier and followed his gaze to the man in the booth who was looking rather flustered. 

Let's write a story

Be in my book

You've got to join me on my page

At least take a look

Oh, where are your manners?

You need some time?

Let's swap chests today

That might help you decide

Jaskier closed the distance between the two as he sang. (Y/N) looked up watching as the other approached him. Red blush darkening his cheeks.

Oh, would you be

So kind

As to fall in love with me, you see

I'm trying

I know you know that I like you

But that's not enough

So if you will

Please fall in love

I think it's only fair

There's gotta be some butterflies somewhere (wanna share)

'Cause I like you

But that's not enough

So if you will

Please fall in love

Oh I like you

But that's not enough

So if you will

Please fall in love with me

When the song ended Jaskier was merely feet away from the other looking at the adventurer as the whole tavern burst into applause. “What did you think?” Jaskier asked, moving to take a seat across from the other a large smile across his face. 

(Y/N) looked up at him, blushing across his face a soft laugh leaving him. “It was-... Gods,” he said another nervous laugh left him. “I loved it,” he finally said. Jaskier’s smile seemed to widen at the other's answer. “I am glad! That last song was one I made up while you were out doing a contract last week. Wasn’t sure how it would turn out,” Jaskier admitted with a soft laugh. “That explains why I never heard it before,” (Y/N) said. “I was thinking of playing it for you earlier today but I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable,” Jaskier said, rubbing his neck as he looked at him. “Oh yes because confessing your undying love while cuddled up to me would make me uncomfortable,” (Y/N) teased with a laugh. “Hey, I didn’t know if you openly cuddled with all of your friends,” Jaskier defended, laughing.  (Y/N) shook his head, “Only you.” 

The laughter between the two died out and they were left staring at each other. (Y/N) attempted to say something, his mouth opening before closing. He wasn’t sure what to say but before he could gain the confidence to try and speak Jaskier had leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the other’s lips. (Y/N) was surprised, his eyes widening for a split second before he closed his eyes and returned the tender kiss.

 A sigh left the bard when he felt the other return the kiss. Jaskier was no stranger when it came to love, he often felt it and chased it down when he did. Almost every time it was just a longing for a partner and as soon as he felt it he wouldn’t think twice and try to catch it. Only this time was when it caught him. At first he expected this to be something similar to his time with Geralt but soon found that it wasn’t when (Y/N) started asking him questions. The adventurer wanted to get to know Jaskier and learn more behind him. In the first week the two almost seemed to know everything about each other. It felt so right. It was almost like they knew each other  since childhood instead of meeting a few weeks before. 

It was only a minute before the two broke the kiss. Jaskier reached over the table and grasped (Y/N)’s hand. (Y/N)’s eyes flickered from their hands to Jaskier’s blue eyes. “I love you, “ (Y/N) said softly, a bright and happy smile finding its way onto both their faces. “I love you too,” Jaskier said before leaning in and pressing another kiss to the adventurer’s lips. 

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{Another quick and small update. I do hope you enjoy the soft fluff I have a bit more planned. I know it seems rushed. I wanted it to seem like it came from out of nowhere and have no explanation because I had something similar happen to me with a person. Like you have no idea why you feel so comfortable around them or it feels like you knew the person forever even though you barely just met. The song is Would You Be So kind? Dodie Clark. I absolutely love this song. Please comment if you want me to continue with the fluff or if you’d like a bit more spice in the next chapter. Stay safe and have a wonderful day! - Osgon

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Let Me Be Gay for the Bard | Chapter 5

Chapter 5 Jaskier was the first to wake up, the morning light illuminating the small tavern room. An ache in the back of his head caused him to groan and close his eyes. “Fuck,” he muttered. He tried to get out of the bed only to be yanked back down. Two things ran through his mind at that second, one I am not alone  and two who did I sleep with now? Jaskier not very often found it that he did not remember the activities of the night prior and when it happened he wasn’t surprised to find a beautiful woman or handsome man in his bed with him. The bard glanced over his shoulder to find his friend, (Y/N), an arm draped over Jaskier’s waist holding him firmly in place. “Shit,” he whispered. Did they? No they certainly couldn’t have he was fully clothed at least. Jaskier fell back against the pillow and sighed. This wasn’t as bad as waking with some person he had slept with and did not remember the name of. 

“Jas what...are you?” (Y/N) mumbled half asleep pulling the bard closer to him. Jaskier looked at him once again, he really did not pass the adventurer off as the cuddling type. He wasn’t complaining, not at all in fact he quite enjoyed a good cuddle but right now he really wanted to sneak off and freshen up. “I have to piss,” Jaskier said, this time trying to wiggle out of his friend’s hold. 

“Hmm,” the other said, moving his arm and rolling away from the bard. “You better come back,” He stated before nuzzling into the pillow. Jaskier now free from the confines of his friend got up, he didn’t waste a second to leave the room to relieve himself. 

Thirty minutes passed, (Y/N) finally rolled over once more, this time noticing the lack of a person next him. How much time passed since Jaskier left to go piss? A few minutes? An hour? Gods he didn’t know, he yawned sitting up, stretching. A pleasant hum left him as he got up. When was the last time he slept that nicely? He didn’t know nor did he care to remember, right now he wanted to know where his friend ran off to. (Y/N) grabbed his boots, putting them on before making his way to the door. He reached out to grab the handle when the door swung open, startling both people. “Melitele’s arse!” Jaskier yelled, stumbling back trying not to drop what he was holding. (Y/N) reacted by reaching out and grabbing the tray the other was holding. “Fuck,” (Y/N) muttered as he manged to save what must have been breakfast. “Gods I was not expecting you to be there,” Jaskier said, taking a deep breath and sighing. (Y/N) carefully let go of the tray and looked at the bard. “I thought you had to piss,” he said, his eyebrow raised confused. 

“I did! You think I take thirty minutes to relieve myself?” Jaskier said with a laugh. “I woke with a splitting headache and decided to get us some breakfast and something to drink,” He said with a smile. 

“Hmm,” (Y/N) hummed, stepping aside to let the other walk in. “Ale in this early,” He questioned, looking at him confused. 

“What no?! I got us some chamomile tea,” He stated with a smile. “Oh..Okay,” (Y/N) said nodding. He walked over to the bed and sat down. “You didn’t need to get breakfast, I could have gotten it,” He said simply. “Well, I wasn’t going to wait for your ass to get up and get it,” Jaskier said, sitting down next to (Y/N). “Just shut up and enjoy the breakfast,” He said, taking a piece of bread and eating it. 

(Y/N) laughed and grabbed his own slice of bread and ate it. The two sat in silence as they enjoyed their breakfast. Jaskier was the first to break the silence. “I didn’t know you liked to cuddle,” he said looking at him. “Yeah, I guess,” (Y/N) said with a shrug. “It's comforting,” he said, looking at Jaskier. “Why do you not like cuddles?” He asked, glancing at him.

Jaskier looked at him swallowing before answering. “No, in fact I love them,” he said with a smile. “If we don’t have to leave right away I wouldn’t mind cuddling for a bit before heading out,” Jaskier suggested. (Y/N) looked at him and thought. “I mean we can stay an extra night, you can take that bath you have been wanting for so long,” he said with a shrug. Jaskier’s eyes widened and looked at (Y/N) shocked. “Wait, you're serious?” he asked looking at him. “Yeah, why not we could use the rest,” (Y/N) said with a smile. 

After breakfast (Y/N) ended up pulling Jaskier close before falling back against the bed holding him close. “You are now mine for the rest of the morning,” (Y/N) said smiling. Jaskier laughed, allowing himself to be held by his friend. “That I am alright with just making sure to let me go before tonight,” he said laughing.

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{Sorry for this chapter being short but I got a weird spurt of creativeness when making myself chamomile tea.  I hope this satisfies all of you for now. Have a wonderful week and stay safe! -Osgon

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Let Me Be Gay For the Bard | Chapter 4

Chapter 4

(Y/N) had fallen asleep sometime near dawn. He leaned against a tree, his arms across his chest. Jaskier found it odd that he woke early in the morning finding the adventurer sleeping. The bard looked at him and smiled slightly, he ended up making breakfast for the two of them. (Y/N) woke to the smell of cooking meat. He groaned stretching, his back ached from leaning against the tree. “Mornin’,” he muttered a tired yawn slipping past his lips. “You sleep well Jaskier?” he asked, getting up and joining him by the fire. 

“I slept alright, it has been a while since I found myself waking this early,” He said with a laugh. “Sorry for not waking you, I must have fell asleep before dawn,” (Y/N) said. “It's fine I much rather you get some sleep than stay up and be a tired ass,” he said, “Gods know Geralt was one while we travelled.” (Y/N) shook his head with a slight laugh. “Thanks, I will try to remember to not be an ass when half dead,” he said sitting beside the bard. The two spent much of the morning chatting as they began to pack for the day's journey. 

It's been three weeks since (Y/N) picked up Jaskier as a companion, the two men got along perfectly. (Y/N) found himself relaxing a bit and making jokes with the bard. He often would find himself laughing and occasionally teasing Jaskier when he would whine about the mud or occasional blood getting on his clothes. Jaskier would make lewd jokes or just try and make the other laugh as they walked along the trails to the next town. 

“(Y/N) I don’t know what you thought it would be funny to shove me into that puddle,” Jaskier grumbled as they walked in a town. “Jas, in my defense I didn’t think you would trip and fall face first,” (Y/N) said amused. Jaskier glared at the other male, soaked and covered slightly in mud. “How am I supposed to perform looking like this,” he whined, gesturing to his current attire. “I can get you a nice warm bath and buy you some new clothes,” (Y/N) said, “If that means you will forgive me.” “And some ale and I will forgive you,” Jaskier stated. “Alright deal,” (Y/N) said, opening the door to the inn. They just arrived in a decent size town after 3 days on the road. It was currently midday which gave (Y/N) enough time to go out and buy his friend some new clothes while he cleaned up. The two walked up to the counter, the innkeeper looking them up and down. “Could we get a room, a warm bath and directions to the nearest clothes shop,” (Y/N) asked the woman behind the counter. “Looks like you two got stuck in a mudslide,” the woman said with a slight laugh. “I assume you want the bath right away?” she asked handing them a room key as (Y/N) handed her the coin. “Yes please. And by chance could I perform for your lovely guests tonight?” Jaskier asked with a smile showing his still clean lute. “Not looking like that,” the woman stated. Jaskier frowned going to say something before being cut off by the woman. “Get cleaned up and then come talk to me. We have been in need of entertainment for a while bard.” Jaskier smiled once again. “Alright!” 

With that Jaskier pulled (Y/N) up to their room so he could get settled in and cleaned. 

Jaskier was the first into the warm water, a sigh leaving his mouth as he slipped in. (Y/N) walked into the room and looked at the other. “I sent your clothes off to be cleaned and got you a new outfit. Lucky that had something that fit your extravagant tastes dear bard,” (Y/N) said, leaning against the counter. 

“Awe, thank you (Y/N). You know I was joking when I said you had to buy me a new outfit,” Jaskier said from the tub with a laugh. “Well I felt bad,” the other muttered crossing his arms. “Well thank you again for being nice,” Jaskier said with a kind smile. “But you are still buying me my first drink tonight.” “Yes, I know Jas,” (Y/N) said, with a shake of his head. “Need some help or you good?” He asked. “I wouldn’t mind some help. I do enjoy being pampered at times,” Jaskier laughed. (Y/N) walked over to him and helped him clean his back. 

After Jaskier’s performance for the night (Y/N) kept his word and bought the bard his first drink for the night. (Y/N) watched as his friend got drunk and went off to see if he could get a lady for the night. (Y/N) took his eyes off the bard for nearly a minute to finish up a sketch in his journal when a yell caused him to look up. “GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY WOMAN BARD!” a man’s voice boomed through the inn. 

“I wasn’t touching her, sir, merely talking there is a difference,” Jaskier said putting his hands up in defence. (Y/N) looked up to see Jaskier slowly putting his hands up a smirk on his face as he apologized to the large man.  “WHY YOU SMART LITTLE…” The man started angrily. Jaskier laughed, “No need to get so upset,” he said, cutting the other off. “You are so insecure about your prick that if your lovely lady dares to speak to another man you get upset. That sir is pretty upsetting,” Jaskier slurred with a laugh. “I bet you couldn’t even satisfy her which is why she was talking to me. Or maybe because I am at least 100 times better looking than you.” 

Jaskier countined muttering stupid insults to the man to the point that the larger man grabbed a hold of the bard’s tunic. This caused (Y/N) to get up and intervene. He grabbed the man’s arm and looked him in the eye. “Let go of my friend here. I apologize for what he said, he has had one too many drinks tonight,” (Y/N) said kindly. The man just glared at (Y/N), “Why should I?” “Well one, you punch a defenseless drunk bard, you will only be proving what he said true. You don’t need the whole town knowing that you beat the shit out of a man who was saying you had a tiny dick,” he said with a slight smirk. “Wouldn’t help ya with business now would it?” 

The man just huffed glaring at the two as he shoved Jaskier away. “Watch your self bard if I see ya talking to my lady again I will beat ya good,” he growled turning around and leaving the inn. (Y/N) sighed and grabbed Jaskier by the arm and dragged him back to their spot. “You didn’t need to save me, I had it under control,” Jaskier slurred following after (Y/N). “Sure you did, you looked as if you were about to get the beating of your life,” (Y/N) said with a sigh. “I don’t feel like getting kicked out cause you decided to try and fuck a married lady.” Jaskier looked at the other and narrowed his eyes. “No, I could have handled it. I think you are just jealous,” Jaskier teased. “J-Jealous?!” (Y/N) responded with his eyes wide, “Now why would I be jealous?”   

“Because I am able to get women and you can’t,” he stated with a smirk. “Gods you are drunk,” (Y/N) muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. “First off I probably could get more women than you, if I was even interested in women. Second I wouldn’t be trying to go off and fuck married women.” 

Jaskier looked at him confused at first then his eyes got wide. “Wait, you like men?” he asked surprised. “I do too, men are quiet nice at times.” (Y/N) shook his head. “Gods Jas I already told you… wait since when did you like men?” (Y/N) asked, raising an eyebrow in question. “Since forever, I just get weird looks if I flirt with guys,” He said with a shrug. (Y/N) just sighed, “Well this is going to be an interesting talk when you are sober. “

He looked at Jaskier before getting up. “I am heading to bed, just try and not get you ass kicked,” he said as he made his way to the stairs. 

“Wait, let me join you,” Jaskier said, getting up and following the other to their room.  (Y/N) sighed waiting at the top of the stairs for the other. Once Jaskier was up there (Y/N) ushered him into their room before closing the door. Jaskier ended up flopping onto the bed taking up a good amount of it as (Y/N) took off his boots and tunic before getting in. “Jas you need to move over,” he said pushing on the bard. Jaskier didn’t move. “Jas, I am serious you are taking up over half the bed,” he said with a groan. Another push, still no response. “I swear if you fell asleep already,” he muttered. Turned out the bard was asleep, a sigh left the other as he got up and moved the other taking off his boots before getting back into bed. “Asshole,” he muttered before falling asleep.  

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Let Me Be Gay For the Bard | Chapter 3

Chapter 3

As the day wore on Jaskier sang a few more songs, some he often did not perform in the taverns. The young bard was happy that his new companion enjoyed his singing. (Y/N) would occasionally ask Jaskier what a song was about wanting to learn the story that lead to the song. 

It was dusk when (Y/N) finally made the decision to set up camp. He gathered wood from the forest and began to make a fire. (Y/N) hummed the tune the bard had song earlier that day as he finished the fire. 

“You really liked it huh?” Jaskier questioned looking at the other.

“Of course, it was beautiful,” he said looking up from the fire, his (E/C) eyes glistening in the light.

Jaskier flushed and looked away. “If you want I can play one I have been working on,” he suggested. “I would love to hear it,” (Y/N) said, stepping back from the fire and sitting on a log. Jaskier nodded grabbing his lute strumming it a few times before stopping thinking of how the song went. A minute passed before Jaskier grabbed out his journal and flipped to a page. He looked at his lute and began to play what must have been the song. 

“It’s what my heart just yearns to say

In ways that can’t be said

It’s what my rotting bones will sing

When the rest of me is dead

It’s what engraved upon my heart

In letters deeply worn

Today I somehow understand the reason I was born”

The other man’s voice was beautiful, (Y/N) found himself staring at the bard as he continued to sing the song. 

“Cos outwardly he says I try so

Hard to make you laugh at me

And she, she, does, she laughs as

Though she not heard the joke

 ten thousand times before

And he adores her, he watches

Her get dressed as though she’s 

Hurtling through time

Oh darling please be mine…”

Jaskier strumming the instrument a bit more humming. “It’s not finished but this is what I got so far,” he said looking at the other. “I love it so far,” the adventurer said, getting up and going over to his pack grabbing some food. “Are you planning on finishing it?” he asked, looking over at the bard. 

“I would love to finish it, I just don’t have the muse for it right now,” he muttered. “Hmm,” (Y/N) responded, “I understand that struggle.”

“What do you mean?” Jaskier asked, “No offense, but you don’t look like the musical type.” “Well you got that right, I can't sing to save my life,” he said with a laugh. “I draw instead, I mostly draw people and it's hard to find a muse when you are in the middle of the woods.” 

“You draw? Would you mind showing me some of your drawings,” Jaskier asked with a smile. 

“I don’t mind,” (Y/N) said, grabbing the small leather journal from his pocket and handing it over to the bard.  “Just be careful some of the pages may fall out.” Jaskier tenderly took the book from the other man’s hands. He opened the book awe struck by what he saw before him. Beautifully, messy drawings of people, most seemed to be at taverns other are of people who might have been travelling with him. “These are amazing,” he said, flipping through the pages. Some sketches were neat and wonderfully rendered while others looked like quick gesturing drawings. Jaskier flipped another page and was confronted with drawings that seemed to look like him. “When did you make these?” he asked, glancing up at (Y/N). 

“Last night, I was struggling with who to draw next actually,” he admitted with a light flush crossing (Y/N)’s face. “That was when you started your performance.” (Y/N) looked at the fire not wanting to make eye contact with the bard.

Jaskier laughed slightly, “I see what you mean. I am glad my performance gave you a muse to draw.” (Y/N) chuckled, “You do make for an interesting muse Jaskier.” Jaskier leaned over handing back the journal. “You have an amazing talent with drawing, ever thought of drawing portraits for noble and royal families?” he asked. “The thought may have crossed my mind once or twice. I don’t think I could sit there for hours and make portraits for these people without finding myself making a comment here and there that could have me thrown in the stocks,” (Y/N) said with a laugh as he tucked the journal away. “Have you played any music for any royal families?” he asked. 

“I have played in a few royal’s courts,” Jaskier said, with a smile, “In fact I played in the court of the Cintra’s Lioness, herself.” “Wow, I wish I could have seen that performance,” (Y/N) said with a smile. 

“It was an interesting performance,” he said. 

The two chatted well into the night, breaking for less than an hour for a quick meal before their conversation resumed. 

The time seemed to have slipped away from them as the continued telling tales of adventures they went on. Jaskier was the first to retire for the night. When a yawn found its way into the story Jaskier was telling. “My it is late, where did the time go?” Jaskier asked, before another yawn claimed him. 

“I did not notice. Get some rest Jaskier, I will keep an eye out for the night,” (Y/N) said. Jaskier wasn’t going to fight over first watch when he was starting to be claimed by sleep. “Goodnight (Y/N),” he said with a kind smile before laying down on the sleeping roll. “Goodnight Jaskier,” (Y/N) replied softly as he watched the other lay down. The adventurer turned his attention to the night life that surrounded them. 

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Let Me Be Gay for the Bard | Chapter 2

Chapter 2

The sound of morning birds woke the young adventurer. He stretched sitting up in his bed with a yawn. “I wonder if the bard will actually show,” he muttered, getting out of the comfortable bed. He stood grabbing his armor off the floor, he spent a good portion of the previous night scrubbing off the blood and guts, the smell now barely noticeable. (Y/N) slipped on his tunic before putting the leather vest on. (Y/N) tightened the final strap as he pushed open the wooden door. “Morning sire,” a maid walking past his room greeted. (Y/N) tilted his head and muttered, “Mornin’.” He walked down to the main floor going to the counter to stock up on supplies before leaving. To his surprise the bard sat at the counter, flirting with the woman behind the counter. 

(Y/N) took a seat next to him and looked at the brunette. “Morning bard, surprised to actually see you awake,” he commented. “Good Morning to you too, (Y/N). Thought you could get rid of me so easily?” Jaskier asked, his eyes looking at the (H/C) haired male. 

“No, more surprised you would be willing to get up so early, since I assumed you had spent most of the night having fun,” (Y/N) stated a sly smirk on his face. “Could I get a weeks worth of rations?” he asked the lady Jaskier was previously flirting with. The lady nodded and disappeared into the back. “You would be surprised how often Geralt would drag me out of bed before dawn, my lover of the night before clinging to me crying for me not to go,” Jaskier said dramatically. “Ah, yes I am sure they were devastated,” (Y/N) said, shaking his head. “Tell me bard, how long were you by the Witcher’s side?” “For a good five years, I like to say we are great friends by now,” Jaskier stated looking off to the side thinking about his time with Geralt. “Hmm,” the young adventurer responded.

The lady returned with a pack full of food and a few canteens of water. “15 crowns,” she said, setting the pack on the counter. (Y/N) grabbed out a small pouch counting out 15 crowns before handing them to the lady. 

“Thank you miss,” he said grabbing the pack and putting it on his back. “Ready bard?” he asked, grabbing his sword and putting it on his back. “Oh yes!” Jaskier said happily grabbing his lute. He looked at the lady, gave a smirk and winked before following (Y/N) out of the inn.

(Y/N) stopped at Novigrad’s stables paying for a fresh horse before the two set out. Once they were out of the gate’s of the city (Y/N) looked at his new companion. “Tell me about yourself, bard,” he asked, leading the horse along the trail. Jaskier looked at (Y/N) before speaking. “Where to start?” he questioned with a hum. “I guess I should tell you my name since you seem to have forgotten it,” he said with a laugh. “I am Julian Alfred Pankratz but I go by Jaskier,” he said, “ I am a bard who enjoys a good adventure.” He looked at the adventurer happily. (Y/N) gave a simple nod in understanding. 

“How about you my dear adventurer, what got you started on your journey?” Jaskier asked glancing at the man.  

“(Y/N),” the (H/C) haired male said. “Huh?” Jaskier asked, looking at him. “My name is (Y/N),” he said simply looking at the bard. “Oh! Alright (Y/N), what got you started on your journey?” Jaskier asked again.

“Well, I guess the urge to see the world,” (Y/N) said looking at the path ahead. “I grew up in a small village south of here. There wasn’t much to see and I didn’t want to be a smith like my father.” He shrugged not sure what else to say to the bard. A small silence fell between the two men. (Y/N) wasn’t sure what to ask or even to talk about, socializing not being his strong suit. This silence was long enough for Jaskier to start strumming a few notes on his lute. The bard began to play one of his songs, his voice sweet as honey as he began to sing. (Y/N) looked back at the other the sound of his singing taking him a bit by surprise. The (H/C) haired male quietly listened enjoying the sound of another person as he walked. After Jaskier finished the song, (Y/N) looked at him. “You have a wonderful singing voice Jaskier,”  he said with a small smile. “Huh? Oh, thank you (Y/N),” Jaskier said with a light flush to his cheeks. “Normally Geralt would have told me to shut up,” he added. “Really? Well, he sure doesn’t understand the talent you have,” (Y/N) stated. The compliment made the bard smile wide. “Well, I am glad you can see that.” (Y/N) smiled, “Well my dear bard, please grace me with your amazing voice and sing me your famous song.” The bard didn’t wait to see if the other man was joking as he began to sing.

 “When a humble bard Graced the ride along

With Geralt of Rivia

Along came this song…” 

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Let Me Be Gay For the Bard | Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Jaskier x Male!Reader

Everyone knew Geralt of Rivia, maybe not the Witcher himself but the story behind the infamous man. It was all thanks to one lucky bard, Jaskier and his need for a good story. Jaskier wasn’t always traveling along the Witcher’s side gathering new stories for his next big song. While Geralt went off and did gods know what Jaskier made himself at home in Novigrad, he spent his days looking for muses to sing or write about and his evenings spent fulfilling his wants. This pattern went on for a few months before the bard grew restless and wanted to seek out a new adventure, another Geralt of Rivia.

(Y/N) has been traveling for what felt like weeks. He was covered in blood, dirt and gods and knew what other kinds of filth. Right now all he wanted was a nice warm bath and abed at the closest inn. The closest inn was at least a half day journey in the city of Novigrad. 

It was about late dusk when the young adventure finally made his way into Novigrad’s inn. (Y/N) never thought he’d miss the smell of stale ale and man more in his life, by no means was this scent a good one but it was a welcomed one. The adventurer walked over to the counter with the thoughts of a potential meal, when he was greeted by a young woman. “How may I help you sir?” the lady asked pouring another patron an ale. “I will take an ale and your specialty as well as a room,” (Y/N) said tossing two crowns on the counter. The woman simply smiled taking the crowns and handing the male a key. “Take a seat and I will have Ismey run you your food,” she said before moving on to the next customer. 

(Y/N) made his way through the now busy inn, managing to find a seat in the back corner of the room. Not much quieter but less likely to bother anyone. The young male sighed taking off his pack setting it next to him, he removed his cloak revealing his bloodied leather armor. (Y/N) ran his fingers through his (h/c)  hair, his fingers tangling in the matted locks of (h/c) hair. After a moment of wrestling with his hair (Y/N) gave up, his hands falling to his sides before moving to a pocket on his pack. The adventurer pulled out a small journal as well as a makeshift pencil. (Y/N) often travelled alone and often found himself quite bored on the road between cities, to entertain himself he took up drawing as a hobby and found the activity quite relaxing. He wasn’t too bad at the skill either. The man flipped to a blank page lifting the pencil to his lips he looked about the tavern area trying to find his muse for the moment. No one stuck out at first, finding himself drawing a figure but soon abandoning the sketch in the favor of another figure. 

Even after he got his food, (Y/N) found himself still trying to satisfy the urge to create but the lack of a muse kept him back. The evening drew on, conversations of drunk men grew louder, until a young man’s voice broke through the chatter. “Tonight,” the voice started, “I bring all of you a wonderful performance.” A couple of drunk men told him to shut up and leave but that didn’t stop the bard from beginning his performance. The young bard began his well known song, dancing between people. (Y/N) found himself being pulled in by the performance, he never heard the song live before only the badly sung by people who had it stuck in their heads. They weren’t wrong either, the song was quite catchy when sung by the bard who made it. During the bards performance (Y/N) found himself stealing glances at the man, his hand translating the poses into small sketches in his journal. Seems like the adventurer found himself his muse for the night.

Jaskier had made his way to Rosemary and Thyme inn in Novigrad, the place he had been coming to perform his songs for the past month now. Everytime he walked through the doors he hoped for another brooding mysterious adventurer, much like when he first met Geralt, so far no luck. Jaskier hoped soon that a new adventure would present itself so he could make a new epic tale of it. Tonight Jaskier believed it would be no different than the last, he would do his performance, drink and then be whomever he decided to fancy that night.  He opened the doors to the inn getting himself a drink before announcing himself. He glanced round the room as he performed his eyes searching for something, someone. Tonight he seemed to find who he was looking for, just like when he met Geralt, this man was alone in the back of the tavern covered in what Jaskier could only guess was blood. Unlike when Jaskier met the Witcher, this man seemed to be studying him. 

When the final note to his song disappeared into the taverns noise Jaskier slipped away to where the mysterious man sat. Jaskier casually took a seat across from the adventurer as if they were old friends. “I haven’t seen you around here before. You just visiting?” The bard asked chin resting upon his hand. The sudden presence of the bard startled (Y/N), causing him to quickly shut the journal. “You could say that, more like passing through,” (Y/N) said looking up at the bard. “You remind me of my friend Geralt,” Jaskier said smiling, “Sitting in the corner alone, covered in, what I think is monster guts. Reeking with the smell of adventure and destiny.” 

“Oh? Do I now? I thought the smell was the mud and guts,” (Y/N) remarked with a slight smirk. “I doubt the resemblance to your friend brought you over to me.” “That is where you are mistaken. You see I have been lacking a muse, my good friend Geralt is off doing Gods know what and I simply have been itching to go on another big adventure,” Jaskier started, looking at the adventurer in front of him. “And I saw you during my performance you couldn’t keep your eyes off me,” he teased, winking at him. (Y/N) blushed lightly knowing he had been caught staring, he looked away and cleared his throat. “I have been rather lonely on the path as of late. I wouldn’t mind the company of a bard,” he said looking at Jaskier. “As long as you aren’t running from someone I wouldn’t mind if you joined me on my adventure.” “Perfect!’ Jaskier said with a large smile. 

“We leave at dawn,” (Y/N) said as he stood. “Excuse me, bard I have some guts to clean off. I shall see you here tomorrow morning,”  he stated with a smile. 

“Call me Jaskier,” Jaskier said as (Y/N) turned away. (Y/N) looked at him confused for a second before figuring it must have been the bard’s name. “You can call me (Y/N),” he said introducing himself before heading off to his room. 

Next chapter {Oof! I never realised how hard it is to write this out. So this is my first fanfiction that I actually wrote out. I have been dying to have a male!reader x jaskier but with a slow burn. I apologize if the last part sucks but it is late and I am really tired. I hope you like feel free to leave me a comment if you want to see other things. I am also thinking about doing a fanfiction with Geralt, Jaskier, and nonbinary reader in a cute polymourous relationship. Thanks so much! -Osgon} 

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