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❀Jaskier never stops flirting with you. From the moment the two of you met, you’ve been together for months or years. Jaskier still flirts with you. He’s always coming up with new ways to get under your skin.
❀Jaskier always speaks fondly of you to anyone who will listen. Some of his favourite anecdotes are your adventures together.
❀Some of Jaskier’s favourite ballads are the ones he’s created about you. He has a collection of ballads expanding the duration of your relationship,
❀Jaskier likes to hear your opinion on any new music he creates. You are the only one with who he shares anything new.
❀Jaskier uses a plethora of nicknames for you because one simply isn’t enough. He’s always trying out new variations of different things, until one of them finally sticks.
❀Jaskier’s always trying to impress you so he showers you with gifts and affection. He’s always looking to pick you a gift from his latest adventures.
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❄️Jaskier is fond of mistletoe, Sometimes he'll try and see how many kisses he can get under the mistletoe in one night.
❄️However, when Jaskier sees you, Jaskier wonders if perhaps you two might end up under the mistletoe together. He hopes for the opportunity.
❄️As a result, Jaskier spends the evening staring at you longingly from across the room much to Geralt's disdain. He doesn't know why Jaskier doesn't go and make his introductions. To which Jaskier makes a rebuttal about Geralt having no knowledge of flirting.
❄️Jaskier times his movement perfectly, keeping an eye on you as you navigate the space. He wants it to feel natural, to be the most perfect and romantic moment. Jaskier finds himself falling for you hard the longer he gazes at you.
❄️Although Jaskier maintains his usual bravado, the nerves are beginning to sink in. He questions why and he doesn't understand, but he intends to commit to his plan.
❄️The moment he commits to his plan, Jaskier is his usual and charming self. He plays it coy as he glances up and notices the mistletoe. As if he hasn't been watching it all night.
❄️The kiss is short, sweet and straight to the point. He doesn't want to cross any boundaries but wants it to be memorable. Jaskier puts his all into the kiss. When he pulls away, he hopes you'll seek him out for more later.
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Jaskier considered himself a romance expert He knew how to flirt and charm his way with anyone. He could sing and strum a beautiful melody and people would swoon.
However, all of his usual charm seemed to fall flat on you. Nothing appeared to be working. Which Jaskier found rather odd. He'd become enamored by you from the moment he'd met you.
You were contagious and our laughter was brighter than any sun he'd ever seen. You were kind and resourceful and the most talented musician. Jaskier had come to understand this was more than some crush, he'd felt for you.
He believed he was falling in love with you.
Which is why he wanted to get your attention. If none of his usual tricks would work perhaps it was time for Jaskier to truly think from his heart. So he began to brainstorm.
Jaskier enjoyed the challenge whether it was writing a piece of music or struggling to find the right word or perhaps a cord doesn't sound right. Jaskier could admit this had to be one of the most challenging things he'd ever found himself doing.
He thought of attempting to make some large grand gesture. Yet you didn't appear to be the type. Or perhaps some flowers? However, Jaskier believed he could do better. He could just come right out and tell you, but Jaskier was aware of his reputation.
He didn't want you to believe his words didn't have truth behind them. he wanted his intentions to be clear. He was serious about you. Like nothing he'd ever felt before. It was beautiful and terrifying.
in the end, Jaskier decided to write you a love letter. A letter so powerful and poetic, you'd allow him to capture your heart as you had his.
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"You see, I am not meant for this."
"Not meant for what?" Jaskier chuckles and you feel it vibrate in his chest. He holds you close in his arms, thin sheets covering you, protecting you from the cold of the castle walls. "A warm bed? Money? Servants? Not having to worry about your next meal?"
"Boredom," you reply and click your tongue.
He laughs again. "You're spoilt, Princess."
You sit up and look at the bard. The soft features of his face, the perfectly messy hair, the warm grey eyes watching at you with so much love - and a hint of pain when he continues: "We both knew this wasn't meant for forever."
"You don't want to take me with you?", you frown.
"Oh, I want to take you anywhere, Princess." He places his hand underneath your chin and softly guided you down to him. The kiss tasted like spring and innocence and warm rays of sunshine. "Your parents would hunt us to the end of the continent. And I am not sure I can protect you out there. I couldn't live with myself if I let you get hurt."
"I know how to use a sword." Your lips brush over his as you speak. "And let the king hunt us. I don't care." There's a smile on your face and it's contagious.
"I didn't plan on falling in love with you, you know?" He brushes a strand of hair out of your face.
"Is that yes?"
"Geralt will kick my ass." He hesitates. "Alright."
The kiss that followed lost all of its innocence.
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Summary: Jaskier writes a lot of songs, but what about a song about his lover?
Characters: Jaskier x Reader
Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name
Warnings: None, just fluff
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Sipping at my drink, I watched my love strut around the room as he sang, entrancing anyone listening. He was basking in the attention, pouring his heart into his new song. I remember how fiercely and quickly he had written it, as if it were already a song he knew. It didn't matter how many times he performed it, he put the same amount of passion in it every time.
The crowds cheered as he quickly strummed his guitar, dramatically ending the song. I too clapped, but my smile faded as he began thanking everyone, I was clouded by my own thoughts. All these songs he had written and sang, all about his adventures or particular characters he met on his journeys, but none about love. None about his love for me.
Was that vain? Was I being narcissistic in thinking that I should have a whole song written about me? Of course it was something to swoon over, anyone would want that. It only occurred to me in that moment as I gazed at him, thinking about how much I actually loved him that it came across my mind.
"A good crowd tonight." Jaskier breathed out before taking a swig of his drink.
He sat opposite me, setting down his instrument. He was happy with his gig, and I didn't want to ruin that for him. But this question was burning at the forefront of my mind now.
"Yes, you sounded beautiful again." I said, meaning to sound joyful though even I noticed my demeanour was off.
His face showed concern."What's wrong? You don't seem yourself."
"It's stupid really. Don't worry about it, it's nothing serious." I wanted to back out.
"No, no, you can tell me. This is how this all works."
I hesitated, and he reached out to hold my hand. No, that just made me feel worse.
"Just say it. Whatever it is, I'm sure we can sort it."
"Why haven't you written a song about me?"
Jaskier was surpsied by that question. It took a few seconds for him to process it before he open and closed his mouth a few times, trying to think of something to say.
"Uh...honestly my love, I do not know."
"Oh."
"It is not because I don't love you! There is no doubt in my mind that you are the one for me. But..."
"But?"
"When it comes to writing songs, I need to be passionate about the topic-"
"You feel no passion with me?"
"No!" both his hands were now holding mine, gripping onto them as if I was about to run away."No, I...Look, let me explain and don't interrupt, OK?"
I slowly nodded, dreading what might cine out of his mouth. Jaskier was a fantastic lyricist, but somehow when he spoke, it all came out wrong.
"So, when I have written songs in the past...most of them being about person I have met on my journeys, they've been easy to write. Because, I don't have to think about the repurcussions that come with that song, it doesn't matter how I describe them because it is my story. And of course, my songs also include stories, so they too are easy to write but I have a beginning, middle and end. But you...it's incredibly difficult to write a song good enough to describe my love and adoration for you."
I was left speechless. Perhaps he was not so bad at speaking after all.
"I've tried many times (Y/N). I've had sleepless nights trying to write a song worthy of you. Nothing I write will ever live up to the true you. It's almost as if I have so much to say about you, I could talk about you for eons yet it still wouldn't be enough to express how I feel about you, or how amazing you are."
"Jaskier, I...I don't think such beautiful words have escaped your lips before."
He held such intense eye contact."I love you, I truly do love you (Y/N). And I'm sorry that I hurt your feelings by not writing a song about you."
"I hoped it wouldn't make you mad."
"Why would I be mad?" he stood, rounding the table to slide into the booth next to me.
"Because I didn't want to sound demanding. Having a song written about you is an honour for most people. And I also didn't want you to feel forced to write about me, I know your craftsmanship is important to you."
"I only didn't write a song because I felt that none of my attempts were good enough."
"So you have tried before? How many times?"
"Oh, not that many. Five, ten, maybe fifty, or, you know, probably over hundred times."
"Oh Jaskier, I never knew."
"Of course you didn't, I didn't want you knowing. The whole point of the song was to be a surprise. I would serenade you, and you would be delighted and in awe, then we would run upstairs and make passionate love, so I would play the song again and-"
I laughed."I understand Jaskier."
He was smiling, but not in a cheeky way, this was a genuine, loving smile."I will complete your song one day."
IMAGINE:
Jaskier tending to a friend after they returned from a monster hunt exhausted, and braiding their hair too. Cause why not?
Jaskier & Reader Fic. (And fic, not Slash fic)
Fandom: The Witcher (Netflix/Book)
Word: 1.4K (Ficlet)
Tags: They/Them!Reader, Fluff
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(Y/N) collapsed onto the bed in a heap of exhaustion. Their hair stuck to their face as they didn’t bother to dry off. Their exhaustion was bone-deep having been at a monster hunt not long ago that didn’t end as cleanly as they wished; figuratively and literally.
Soon after their collapse, the room’s door opened and the floorboards creaked underneath the weight of the new presence that had entered the room. (Y/N) didn’t move a muscle to greet the new arrival. Nor did they make any indication that they heard the new present in the room, to begin with.
The person paused their actions and stared at the collapsed exhausted hunter with curiosity, but still did not get any response out of the still figure.
"You’d think you would at least dry yourself off before heading to bed," The person spoke. The familiar song-like tone of the bard, Jaskier, rang through the room in amusement which was juxtaposed by (Y/N)'s low drained groan.
They turned their head to the side to give Jaskier the decency of eye contact for this conversation, and simply replied, "Too exhausted."
Jaskier snorted, “I see that, but you don't plan on sleeping like that, do you?"
(Y/N) stared blankly and did not react in the slightest.
“Gods, if you're not going to die to a monster, you will be dying of sickness. Come on now,” He strode across the room, looped his arm with (Y/N)’s. He pulled his friend up right, and the hunter allowed themself to be dragged limply.
“You really were going to leave it this wet? You really are such a mess.”
(Y/N) involuntarily snorted at the comment.
Jaskier paused, “Oi! I didn’t mean it like that, get your mind out of the gutter.”
The bard swatted his friend at the back of the head which earned him another chuckle. (Y/N) covered their mouth to muffle their laughter.
Jaskier shook his head and brought a towel from across the room, and began to dry off (Y/N)‘s hair.
“It really isn’t that hard. You really should tend to yourself,” He muttered.
(Y/N) hummed in response.
A few minutes into Jaskier patting dry (Y/N)’s hair, (Y/N)’s eyes fell shut relaxing in their current situation leaving themself at Jaskier’s care.
Having dried off (Y/N)'s hair, (Y/N) opened their eyes sensing the lack of presence behind them. They turned and found Jaskier across the room looking through his travel bag.
“Are we done?” (Y/N) asked.
“No, just looking for a brush.”
“You know, you don't have to.”
“Are you going to do it yourself?” Jaskier raised a brow, and (Y/N) looked away with no response.
He huffed out amused and carried on with his search, “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Just continue sitting there looking pretty. You're good at that.”
(Y/N) smiled wide, “Am I?”
Jaskier glanced at the hunter and shook his head once more, a smile creeping its way onto his lips.
Finding what he was looking for, he stood in front of his friend holding out the brush towards them as if it were one of their hunting knives, asking once more, “Are you going to do it?”
(Y/N) looked between the brush and Jaskier, thinking it through. It didn’t take them long to come to a decision, “I prefer it if you do it.”
Jaskier blinked, processing. He sighed and sat behind his friend, “You’re hopeless.”
“Well, that is why I have you right?”
“I thought I was around because I am great company.”
“That too.”
(Y/N) fell into a trance as Jaskier dragged the brush through their hair. Jaskier would occasionally detangling any hardy knots with his fingers if need be, which was the only break in the resting actions, but (Y/N) didn’t mind.
(Y/N) was more focused on the close company than what was being done to their hair that they didn't realize how far their mind wandered; Jaskier was in a similar state.
Though his hands were going through the motions of brushing through (Y/N)’s hair. At some point his mind had wandered off too. Trusting his hands to still be doing what they are meant to, he took comfort in the silence with his friend.
The two sat in comfortable silence the rest for a few more minutes, allowing each other to sit in each other’s company.
(Y/N) was dragged back to their mind momentarily still feeling Jaskier’s hands on their hair, and wondered how long have they been sitting here?
“You have been at it for a while, Jas. You sure you aren't pulling my hair out at this point?”
That snapped Jaskier back to himself, “What?”
“My hair?” (Y/N) reached their hand out to where Jaskier’s hands were working. They grabbed the bard’s hand, their fingers grazed their own hair and they paused their motion, “Jaskier? What…?”
“That’s, uh,” He looked down at his work, “That’s a braid. I didn't realize I did that. I’ll detangle–”
(Y/N) didn’t let go of Jaskier’s hand.
“(Y/N)?”
“It’s fine. Leave it in.”
“Really?”
“It’s already there. Besides, I’m sure, it’s fine,” (Y/N) shrugged, letting go of the bard.
“You haven't even seen it.”
“We’ll you're good with your hands, Bard. Can't be that bad. Plus must be at the very least decent if you managed to do it while wandering off.”
Jaskier hummed with a smile, “You're not wrong. It does look great.”
“Nothing to be concerned about.”
Jaskier finished off the braid; faster now that he paid attention to what he was doing. He brushed down any loose strands before standing up admiring his work.
His eyes met (Y/N)’s, and the bard’s heart stuck to his throat. (Y/N)'s eyes were lidded, barely keeping themself awake.
“Okay you can head off to bed now,” Jaskier placed his hands on his friend’s shoulder lightly pushing them down on their pillow.
“Wait, no. I haven't seen it yet,” (Y/N) half heartedly swatted the hands away, but laid down on the bed regardless.
Jaskier looked around the room for a mirror out in the open then back at his friend, “It’ll take me a bit to find a mirror, (Nickname). Best you sleep then you can fully admire my hadid work in the morning. You know, after you’re well rested.”
(Y/N) wanted to argue, but their head was around placed on a pillow. Any fight they had in their system dissipated as they struggled to get their eyes open.
“I better find a mirror by my bedside in the morn, Jaskier.” The words trailing off at the end of the sentence, not having any energy left in them to speak clearly.
Jaskier smiled, promising his friend.
He went over to his side of the room and grabbed his lute; the thing he was initially here for. He headed towards the door. He turned to his friend who laid at peace, endeared by their friend and smiled.
Jaskier headed down into the main part of the tavern to play for the rest of that night.
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The next morning, (Y/N) joined Geralt & Jaskier for breakfast. Though the bard was already on stage prepping which sets to use for the morning’s performance; too early for such a thing, (Y/N) would say, had they had the energy to argue.
(Y/N) was half way through downing their food when they noticed Geralt's eyes on them. They questioned him about it, and Geralted huffed out amused with the younger one’s lack of table mammar, having asked the question with a mouth full.
The witcher nodded towards something over (Y/N)’s head.
They turned to follow where the white haired male indicated. Finding nothing, they faced the witcher who stared at them with a brow raised, and an amused smirk on his lips; they’re missing something.
They patted their faces to see if there were any crumps that were causing the man’s reaction. Before the man in question motions to reach higher. They followed directions, squinting at the man confused.
They reached up to their forehead, their hairline, before reaching at– their eyes widened when they realized what he was pointing at. Frankly, they forgot it was there.
“What? Don't like it?” They pulled at their braids, trying to get a glance at it from the corner of their eye before dropping it.
He shrugged, “Just something I noticed. You don't usually braid your hair.”
“Well,” (Y/N) heard the familiar strumming of the lute on stage, and turned to watch Jaskier set up on stage, “just thought I would try something new, I guess."
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(Didn't know how to turn this idea into a short fic, so here is an "imagine if you will" sort of writing. Enjoy!)
Imagine if you will a scenario where Y/N learns Jaskier's name in some sort of way but doesn't really use it. It's not that Jaskier said not to, he honestly doesn't care much.
But at some point, Y/n uses the name to indicate to Jasker that they aren't doing well without outright saying it.
Like Jaskier would be strumming his lute, and Y/N would walk up with no real indication that they are upset and would say, “Hey Julian, mind if I join you?”
And Jaskier just knows. He knows something is up.
He would let them join him, and go on as if nothing is wrong. After some time he would stir the conversation to what is bothering them. Or he just remains there as a silent companion.
Y/N is aware that they do it; it's a wholly conscious thing. Sometimes it is easier to walk up to a person and ask for comfort, help or companionship without right saying it.
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