#jaskier drabble

[bisexualsupe]

Top! Jaskier x Noble! Male! Lover (NSFW Drabble)

Slightly based on my headcanons I posted a few weeks ago. Very very NSFW, so be warned.

Jaskier had been singing all night. Not an unusual turn of events for him, really - he’d been singing for his supper for years now. Usually he could scrape together enough for a bed and board, a decent meal and a drink or two. All in all, he would consider himself a decent performer.

However, even he would admit that he couldn’t compare to the sounds that the beauty beneath him was making.

It had all happened so quickly. A few flirtatious winks had turned into smiles, had turned into a hushed conversation over drinks, had turned into this; the son of a lord wrapped around him in a small, dark room lit only by a single oil lamp.

The table that the young lord was balanced on knocked rhythmically against the wall with each thrust of Jaskier’s hips. The air was filled with breathless panting, stifled moans, soft curses. And gods - he felt like luxury against Jaskier’s body. Soft pampered skin, warm lips that mouthed insistently at his throat, so- fuck, so tight…

Jaskier rocked forwards harder than he’d meant to, and the man below him let out a loud, beautiful keen. Jaskier quickly clamped his hand over his mouth, albeit with a tinge of regret.

“Shh,” he leaned down whispered, laughter dancing around the edge of his breathless voice, “as gorgeous as you sound, I don’t fancy getting caught and chased out of the province.”

The young lord’s eyes glimmered at him over the edge of his fingers before he jerked his head to the side, loosening the bard’s grip.

“I’d rather you silence me with your lips,” he replied indignantly, though his hoarseness ruined the effect of his glare; “Your hand smells of lute strings.”

“Oh, forgive me, my lord,” Jaskier drawled as he dug his fingers into his hips and tugged him forwards, drawing out a soft gasp; “I’m so terribly sorry that my profession causes you offence! I never-!”

“Shut up and fuck me,” the young lord growled, pawing at the laces of his shirt.

“Fuck - absolutely.”

[multi-fandom-imagines8]

I love your Witcher fics!!! Could I request a Jaskier one with a female reader? 🥰 In the heat of an ambush, the reader sees that Jaskier is open to attack, and throws herself directly between him and the killing blow, not even holding a weapon. Wounded and scared, shes kind of forced to admit that shes loved him enough to die for him for a while now. (I'll leave it up to you if you wanna break hearts or give a happy ending hehe)

A/N: You should never leave the choice to me, because I will always, always choose angst and sad endings over anything else.

Warnings: angst, graphic injury, character death.

Fictober Challenge

The clash of steel on steel rang out all around you, the chaos of the ambush a blur of sound and motion. You’d been caught off guard, outnumbered by bandits on the road, and even with Geralt’s fierce defense, it wasn't enough. You weren’t warriors. Things had gone horribly wrong.

Through the whirlwind of blades, your eyes locked on Jaskier. He was weaponless, wide-eyed with terror as he stumbled backward. Time seemed to slow as you spotted a bandit lunging at him, sword raised, ready to strike.

Without a moment’s hesitation, you threw yourself between them, a scream tearing from your throat as you felt the blade pierce your side.

The pain was instant, searing hot and all-consuming. You crumpled to the ground, hands instinctively going to your wound as you gasped for breath. Jaskier’s horrified scream echoed in your ears, and through the haze of agony, you felt his hands on you, desperately trying to stop the bleeding.

“Y/n, no, no, no!” he cried, voice breaking as he knelt beside you, his fingers trembling. “Why would you do that? Why would you-”

You choked out a laugh that sounded more like a sob. “Shh, now. It’s because I love you, you idiot,” you whispered, tears streaming down your face, both from the pain and from finally saying the words you’d been holding back for so long. You wanted to reach out, to cup his face, but you had no strength left. “Loved you enough to…to die for you.”

His eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat as the reality of your words and severity of your wounds sank in. “No, you can’t- You’re not going to die,” he insisted, panic lacing his voice. “Geralt will- he’ll save you, he’ll find a way. You can’t-” he shook his head, refusing to believe it.

“Jaskier…it’s alright,” you murmured, though your vision was beginning to fade. “You’ll be…alright… Just keep…singing…for me.”

“Y/n! Please!” he pleaded, his voice cracking.

“It’s…alright…I…don’t feel…the pain…anymore.” You forced a smile, though it was weak.

“Y/N!”His voice splintered with grief, and he clutched your hand, his tears falling freely now, mixing with the blood on the ground. “No, please, don’t go. I love you too,” he confessed, his voice breaking. “I love you-”

But it was too late now, your eyes slipped closed, and he felt you slip away.

[seidenbros]

Yay!!! 😄 Congratulations on 1K followers! 🥳 You deserve them ALL!! 💕 Can I please request Jaskier x female reader with the prompts “"do you know.. h-how beautiful you are?" followed by a forehead kiss that lingers longer”” + “”when you're working and they sit by your side, just--admiring and memorizing your every freckle, scar and they mindlessly tug a strand of your hair behind your ear”” please? Thank you so much!! 🥰

THANK YOU! That's so sweet of you! 💚💚 These are such cute prompts, oh lord! It's really challenging for me to cut it short, but I managed to do just that, so here it is.

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Jaskier loved watching you work, it was kind of soothing for him. Whenever you set to sewing clothes, he liked to stay by your side and just watch you. He sometimes wrote stuff down while he was spending time with you, and sometimes played you a little song, which made the time pass quicker. At first, you’d been a little confused whenever he said he’d just like to stay, but by now, you really cherished his presence. You didn’t even need to talk, his presence was enough to make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Especially when he was sitting right next to you like he was doing today. He’d told you that he’d like to learn a thing or two to be able to mend his own clothes, though you doubted that he’d ever do it himself, when he could come to you instead, get your help. And you liked it, liked having him around, more than you’d probably admit out loud.

He was sitting next to you, because he’d asked you to show him something, and while you were explaining, he wasn’t really listening. Because he couldn’t concentrate on your words, his eyes lingering on your profile. He studied the curve of your nose, the way your lashes cast little shadows over your cheeks, the way the corners of your lips turned up whenever you said something that delighted you. His eyes lingered on the freckles on your nose, the few that were on your forehead as well, like little stars that fanned out over your skin. He could write songs about your beauty, and he already had, but he’d never played them to anyone before. Absentmindedly, he reached out his hand to tug a strand of loose hair behind your ear. That was the moment, you slowly turned towards him again.

“Jaskier, you’re not listening.” You weren’t really angry at him, just a little confused as well as a little breathless due to the unexpected touch. Yes, you’d touched before, fingers grazing each other when he handed you something, and he’d even hugged you before, but this… had just been so gentle, that it was somehow different.

“Do you know… h-how beautiful you are?” Jaskier's voice was quiet, barely above a whisper, but you heard every word. When he leaned forward to press his lips to your forehead, when you felt them linger there a little longer than was probably appropriate, you could feel your heart beginning to beat faster. You’d had a little crush on him for some time now, but you’d never done anything about this, simply enjoying his presence. But this? This was different.

“Jask… that’s…” You felt your cheeks beginning to burn, not knowing what to say.

“I mean it.” Confidence was slowly coming back to himl you could see that in the smile he was showing you now. “I can’t take my eyes off you when you try to explain something to me, when you speak with so much passion about something you love.” You looked up at him, a smile on your lips, while your heart damn near jumped out of your chest. “I know that’s not very beneficial to learning from you, but I can’t help myself.”

“Do I have to put a bag over my head so that you don’t get distracted then?” you asked with a chuckle, your hand landing on top of his. This was not how you’d expected this afternoon to go, but you weren’t complaining.

“NO! Absolutely not. You’ll just have to be a little more patient with me, because I keep getting distracted by your beauty.” Jaskier turned your hand in his and raised it to his lipps, to brush a kiss across your knuckles.

“I think I’ll be alright with that.” You cocked your head to the side, a mischievous grin appearing on your lips. “As long as I get some distraction as well.” The right time to shoot your shot was either now or never, so you tried it. Jaskier needed a moment to realise what you were talking about, but when your eyes locked on his lips, he understood.

“Oh, that’s the kind of distraction we both need now and then, I guess.”

Jaskier pulled you closer by your hand, but then raised the other one to cup your face. His thumb brushed across your cheek before he leaned in and kissed your lips. Warmth spread through your whole body upon the touch, your hand landing on his chest. This was a huge surprise for the two of you, but not for everyone else who’d seen you together. They’d probably made bets about how long it would take you to finally kiss, but you couldn’t care less. Not when you were kissing the lips of the man who’d been in your mind ever since he’d first set foot in your shop.

[randomfandomimagine]

Character: Jaskier

Fandom: The Witcher

Tags: Emotional hurt / comfort

Word Count: 551 words

Title: It Will Be Alright

A/N: The end of the year is kicking my ass, so I wrote this with one of my biggest comfort characters to cheer myself up and I felt better afterwards. Enjoy, lovelies, hopefully it can be comforting for you too! 💜

It felt... wrong. Sitting there with them, pretending like everything was okay. Even your smile, shaking in its forced and unnatural expression, felt wrong.

Taking advantage that Geralt, Yennefer and Ciri seemed so immersed in the conversation, you excused yourself and stood up. You felt Jaskier’s eyes follow you, but he continued playing his lute.

Glancing around you, it was hard to explain your strife. The forest was calm and peaceful, the sun shone bright above your heads, the birds chirped and the breeze was pleasant. Despite it all, a cold and brutal emptiness lingered inside your chest. You sighed, leaning your head on the bark of the tree you hadn’t realized you had weakly supported yourself against.

“I thought we were having a lovely time...” The bard’s voice startled you slightly, causing you to quickly turn around to him. You hadn’t noticed he had stopped playing. “Is something the matter, Y/N?”

“I...” You hesitated, not knowing if you wanted to tell him.

“Was it Geralt?” Jaskier grinned, taking a step and tilting his head as if to better read your expression. “He said something boorish, did he not?”

“No...” Your voice sounded hoarse, but you continued speaking. “Things aren't well, Jaskier”

He frowned, rushing to delicately take your hands, and watched you with both sadness and empathy. It was baffling how quickly he dropped his playfulness.

“What happened?”

“I just... I have a lot on my mind”

“Anything you would like to share?”

“Not really...” You gulped, feeling the urge to cry as he intently watched you.

“That’s alright” Jaskier gently tugged at your hands to reassure you. “I'm sorry that you’re having a rough time, love”

“Yeah” You forced out a chuckle, rolling your eyes at your own demeanor. “But don’t worry, I will be alright”

“Hey” He gingerly put your hair behind your ear, sending shivers down your spine and making you stare at him. “It will be alright, yeah?

Jaskier had only repeated your own words, but they had a different effect coming from him. He actually believed them. Jaskier genuinely thought you would be alright, even if your broken heart told you otherwise. Nonetheless, it was comforting to hear it from someone else.

“Yeah” You replied after several seconds, now showing him an authentic smile despite the tears running down your cheeks. “Thank you”

“No problem, darling” Jaskier lovingly wiped your tears and you leaned into his touch. “Honestly, I’m glad I was the one to go after you, those three would have made you cry more”

His stupid joke had the desired effect - before you realized, you were laughing. It was only a small chuckle, but it was enough to remind you to breathe. Enough to promise you that the pain you currently felt wasn’t permanent. A spark of hope in the fleeting darkness that surrounded you.

"Give me a hug” Jaskier’s opened his arms. His bright and upbeat smile had returned. “I know you want one, come on”

You collided with him in that comforting embrace you had indeed been needing for days without being aware of it. When his arms fell around you, it was as though they mended the broken pieces of your heart. And when he kissed your head, you knew for certain that everything would be alright.

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[starryeyedstories]

Because i am very ill and feeling sorry for myself may i request number 17 of your intimacy prompts. Please and thank you ☕

Here is our beloved bard to look after you!

17. handing the other one a hot cup of tea, their hands touching for a moment

Intimate moments

Warnings: Illness mentions

All day, your throat had been tight with the threat of an imminent cold. You kept your talking to a minimum- an easy feat when travelling with Jaskier, who could talk enough for two people with minimal effort.

You had been subtly trying to clear your throat every now and again, whenever you thought you could get away with it without arousing any concern in your companion. He could be a terrible mother hen when the occasion called for it, not letting you lift a finger if you so much as sneezed twice in a row, and you didn’t want to distract him from his performance later that night at the tavern in which you were staying together.

“I’ll be back in a minute,” he had told you suddenly, ceasing tuning his lute across the room from you just after you had attempted to stifle a cough. He stood up and came to press a kiss to the top of your head. “I won’t be long at all.”

He offered no further explanation before leaving the room; you heard his boots going down the wooden staircase into the tavern below. Brushing your confusion aside, you took the opportunity granted by a few minutes of solitude to clear your throat as loudly as you needed.

Hearing his footsteps returning, you brushed away the tears which had sprung to your eyes from the force of your coughing just in time for the door to your shared room to open.

Jaskier entered with a pleased look on his face and a tin cup held carefully in his hand, steam rising lazily from the vessel. You raised your eyebrows; he didn’t like tea.

“This should soothe your throat,” he said gently, holding the cup out to you, “I managed to persuade the innkeeper to give up some honey to add in…not that you need any sweetening, dear heart,” he added with a wink.

Your lips parted in surprise; he had noticed- and not only that, but he had interrupted his own rehearsal to do something about it. His fingers brushed yours as you took the cup gratefully, lifting it to your lips and inhaling the sweet steam.

“Thank you,” you whispered hoarsely, taking a tentative sip and enjoying the soothing feeling of the hot liquid on your sore throat, “You didn’t have to.”

Jaskier smiled softly at you, his fingers brushing the back of your hand before he stepped away.

“I wanted to.”

[bowieandqueen11]

For the 5.5k Follower Celebration: Congratulations!! Can I please request Jaskier (Netflix The Witcher) please? Thank you so much!

Heart’s On Fire / Jaskier Drabble

Line: Oh Darlin’, my heart’s on fire / For you.

Of course you can my lovely, thank you!! <3

Warning: mentions of injuries and a tiny smidge of strong language!

(I do not own The Witcher or its characters, all credit goes to creators. Song credit goes to Passenger. Gif credit goes to @inber.)

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°

Disaster couldn't even begin to cover it.

The hunt had been a catastrophe, and the meagre bags of silver the inn folk had thrown at your feet with snarling thanks was not nearly worth the damage it had wrought. Jaskier was still fumbling swears from where he sat perched on the rock in front of you, trying to reach round and slap your hand away any chance he got. His knees rocked against the ground, his expletives only stopped in their war path by some mumbled rush of song lyrics he threw out to try and distract himself from the pain.

‘Oh- mother of a goat Y/n how many stitches can possibly be left??’ 

‘Well, you did get kicked by a Wyvern, Jaskier. Your complaining isn’t going to magically wish the wound away.’

He trailed off from his tense humming when you replied, his smile dropping into a etched frown as he noticed how still you had become. How your eyes were so far away, looking out into the still depths of the pond, but your hands were still hovering over the bloody gash swiped across your bard’s back.

‘Yn-’

‘This is my fault, you know’, you start again, blinking once as you draw back to yourself. ‘Your life was in danger, and it was my fault. I can’t let you come anymore Dandelion.’

You don’t give the man any time to respond with a quip, instead poking the point of the needle back into the last flap of his skin and closing the wound for good. His hand balls into a fist as he hits his knee, biting down his teeth on his bottom lip until you thought he had drawn blood. 

‘MmmPH son of a whore.’ Despite how forlorn you were feeling, Jaskier’s words managed to draw an unexpected bubble of laughter from the back of your throat. Tenderly teasing your fingertips over his skin, you rub the freckled expanse of his soft shoulder blades in apology. You don’t notice the way he shivers against your touch as you use the last of your clean water to wipe the remaining blood stains from his skin, and then pull his doublet back up over his arms.

Before you even had a chance to roll your few herbal bottles and string back up into your apothecary bag, Jaskier had swung his legs around and nearly knocked you off your mossy log. He grabbed your hands quickly, massaging them between his calloused fingers as he furrowed his eyebrows at you.

‘You must know that I will never part from you. I never could, it would break my heart too much.’ He pretends to swoon, raising the back of his right hand to his forehead. He peeks an eye open, laughing as he notices you snort and roll your eyes, but likewise you refuse to pull away.

‘But seriously, Y/n. I know this life isn’t easy, but I chose it. You didn’t force me to come along with you - I did it because I enjoy your company. Because I’, he swallowed thickly then, and you could feel the start of fear radiate off the usually so jubilant bard. For a second he was silent, only playing with the edges of his fingers as he stared harshly at the ground. For once, he found words would not come easily to him. How could they? There was too much to say. Too much for his jumbled heart to spit out. With songs, perhaps, he could whisk away a melody and draft along some accompanying lines to exaggerate reality. But with his own words, truth had never come so easily.

He glances up behind heavy eyelashes, finding his face light up with a slow twitch of the lips as he sees you sitting stock still. Just watching him, expectantly. You were one of the only people whom he had ever met who had ever truly seen him, realised he was more than just merry entertainment to be used and taken and thrown away at the first experience. You were the first person, in as long as he could remember, that had truly wanted to hear what he had to say.

And now he had the most important thing to say stuck in his throat, he couldn’t do it.

‘I- I lov-’

A growl from the edge of the clearing snatched your attention away from the desperate man as you shush him. Squinting your eyes around the tree line, you leave the Bard behind and instead reach for the sword left abandoned underneath your sack. His hands still burning from your touch, Jaskier sighs as he closes his eyes and shakes his head in an attempt to try to recollect himself. He purses his lips, before standing himself and coming over to join you with yet another smile and joke on his lips.

Another day, perhaps. He could wait for it, as long as his heart didn’t burn him from the inside out first.

[demxnscous]

dreadful songs and witches

wc: 0.6k

pairing: jaskier x mage!reader

contains: no s2 spoilers, banter, light mutual pining, general interactions, light teasing, teasing taken too far, 'lovers' quarrels, usage of magic

warnings: none

“Don’t torment him. He’s fond of you.”

Jaskier stood in the river, sniping about a pocket of cold in the muddled water. His filth-ridden tunic hung wet in his hands; he had wanted to stop to bathe.

“I’m not tormenting him,” you spoke dryly from Geralt’s side. “It’s likely just a spring.”

You had been riding with the men for a few weeks’ time, and your body was pained. We’re close, Geralt would say when Jaskier groaned his inquiries from atop your mount, plucking a mellow song in tune with his complaints.

How close? Jaskier would ask.

Closer, Geralt would speak.

“Jaskier,” you called, turning to the horses, “hurry up.” Grasses broke behind you as Geralt followed to retrieve his mare, Roach.

The bard grumbled, wrung his tunic tightly, and cupped water to his face.

“Jaskier,” you said, your fingers twisting in the leather reins.

He yelped as a bite of chilled water pulled at his waist; Jaskier plodded out of the river with a scowl. “Not all of us can use our fanciful little magic to wish away the damned stench of an unwashed body,” he said.

You sniffed, lifting yourself from the stirrup and into the saddle, “Is that how it works?” The gelding you rode shifted beneath you as Jaskier settled himself at your back.

“I don’t know, mage, is it?” He meant to be peeved, but he sounded like that of a griping child.

The bard had rode with Geralt in the beginning, twining his ballads from the hind of Roach with their sweating backs pressed together. He would sing and sing as you walked your mount idly in Geralt’s trail, the bard as your immediate entertainment. Jaskier would often wink with a smile when he caught your eye; he would bow humbly to you when he finished a song; he would loll against Geralt’s back dramatically when he sang in tragic choruses. Geralt had tired of the bard on the fifth day and asked that he ride with you.

“Not quite,” you hummed in supplication.

“Then what good does your precious magic have if it can’t provide something as simple as a warm bath.”

You understood he held no malice, that the jibe was hollow and ill-fitted with hunger and frustration, but you found your head tilting. You twisted your head violently, vertebrae clicking as your nose scarcely touched Jaskier’s, your body remained facing ahead. It was a horrid sight, you knew. Jaskier startled backward, a distressed sound spilling from his throat before you found his arm and wrenched him closer.

The face you bore was a disturbing imitation of a creature lost to time, only to be seen in tomes and scripts. Its skin was taught over sharp bone, lips spliced away to show pointed teeth and black gums, empty sockets but for two pricks of light for eyes, and a desecrated nose.

“My chaos does good to make sure the ugly things of this forest keep away,” you whispered, your voice harshened with the gurgling sounds of the creature. And Jaskier nodded frantically, eyes of blue widened.

Your features became your own once more as you patted his arm and turned around. “And you’re getting my clothes wet,” you added.

He stumbled for words, hacking at his sentences. “You’re terrible company,” Jaskier frowned. “A dreadful witch.”

You smiled gently, amused. “Why don’t you sing me one of your precious songs, the one with the prince and the monster?”

[buckyodinson]

If anyone’s got any Jaskier x reader requests, my inbox is open… 👀

I wrote Flower and Flame on a whim because I’ve found myself quite fond of Jaskier since watching The Witcher over Christmas.

I don’t know if it’s just because the last couple of things I wrote were for LOTR and there’s not much of an audience for those, but for the Jaskier fic to get 100 notes in under two days kinda blew my mind 😂

And I’m kinda itching to write some more Jaskier, so if anyone wants to send some ideas in, I’ll try my best to write some stuff?!

(Requests can be fluffy, angsty, smutty, I’m open to pretty much whatever)