#punk!nic

[seanfalco]

made the punk!au gang with this picrew that i’ve seen going around & @ficsandcatsandficsandcats made the 2nd generation

Jaskier, Geralt, Yennefer Valdo, Aevryn Sam, Nic, Ciri

[seanfalco]

75 Nic x Sam 👀

Fandom: The Witcher Punk!AU Pairing: Punk!Sam x Nic Word Count: 1321 Rating: G Prompt: Speaks in a terrible Shakespearean/Elizabethan style to woo/make the other laugh a/n: Happy Birthday Kat!  This is part one of your burfday gift :3  I hope I wrote your children well!

“Aunt Aev, what is this?” Sam asked, laughter in her voice as she held aloft what appeared to be some sort of handmade old timey minstrel costume.  At the teen’s question Aevryn looked up from the box she was sorting through and laughed.

“Oh my Gods, that thing is so old.  I made that for your dad to wear for one of our school projects,” she explained, eyeing the outfit fondly.

“You made it?” Sam asked in awe.

“Yep.  It’s been a while since I’ve sewed anything, but yeah, I made that.”  Aevryn watched her niece run her hands over the faded fabric and grinned.  “You could have it if you wanted.  I’m sure your dad’d get a kick out of seeing it again.”

“Really?  I can keep it?”

“Course you can.  Go for it.”

“Awesome!  Thanks Aunt Aevryn!” the teenager exclaimed excitedly, adding the outfit to the little pile of knick knacks she’d found while helping her aunt go through the attic.

“Eh, it’s nothing.  Y’know I think your dad still has the lute that went with that, somewhere,” Aev mused as Valdo appeared in the doorway.

“Have either of you lovely ladies seen Romeo?” he asked, leaning into the room, his eyes traveling over the piles of boxes surrounding his wife and niece.

“He’s over here with me, Uncle V,” Sam called, and sure enough the little french bulldog perked up at the sound of his name and he gazed up at Sam from his spot next to her foot; his little tongue lolling happily.

“I should have known,” Valdo declared, sharing a grin with Aev, “he absolutely adores it when you visit.”

Sam smiled and stooped to scratch the little dog’s head fondly.  “Well, the feeling is mutual.”  As she straightened Sam picked up the costume to show her uncle.  “Check it out, look what I found!  Aunt Aev said I could keep it.”

Valdo rolled his eyes in recognition.  “Ah yes, I remember that thing,” he commented dryly, his gaze settling on his wife for a moment, his lips twitching slightly before returning his attention to Sam.  “And what exactly are you going to do with it?” he asked with amusement.

Sam looked down at the fabric thoughtfully for a moment.  “Oh, I have an idea.”

—

A few days and a few alterations later Sam raced down the stairs wearing the costume, her bag slung over her shoulder.

“Hey dad, do you still have Aunt Aevryn’s lute?” she called, heading to his home office-slash-studio without waiting for his answer, to rifle through his collection of instruments he kept stored there.

“Yeah, what do you need that fo--?” Jaskier’s question cut off as he walked around the corner to find his daughter dressed in his old tights and puffy sleeved doublet, the feathered hat perched jauntily on her head; only one of her signature brunette buns visible.  “Well that answers that question… sort of.  I mean obviously you can’t dress like that and not carry a lute,” he said, placing his hands on his hips as Sam froze, her hand still on one of his guitars.  “However it begs a whole new set of questions -- probably the most important being, why are you dressed like that?”

“I found it while I was helping Aunt Aev the other day.”

“Yes, but why?” Jaskier asked again, amusement dancing in his sky blue eyes.

“Because… I’m going on a quest,” Sam answered cryptically.  “Just… think of this as one of those moments when you just shake your head fondly and think ‘kids, who knows what the heck they’re up to?’ and then go about your day,” she said hopefully.

The pleading look she gave him won out over his curiosity and Jaskier walked over to the closet where he stored the old lute and pulled the case out with a grin.

“Alright, on one condition,” he said sternly, pausing to open the case.  “Well, actually, make that two conditions,” he amended with a twinkle in his eye.

“Dad,” Sam groaned impatiently, itching to be on her way.  “What are the conditions?”

“The first is you have to bring this instrument back in the same condition you took it, and the second is… you have to tell me what this,” he gestured to her getup, “was all for, after you get home,” he said, barely keeping the laughter from his voice.

“Ugh, okay fine,” Sam exclaimed, taking the lute in hand and giving it an experimental strum before running a couple scales.

Jaskier watched proudly, though still dying to know what mischief his daughter was up to.

—

Standing in front of Nic’s house, Sam took a deep breath.  Even though they were technically already dating, her nerves hummed as she knocked on the door, hoping Nic’s mom wouldn’t answer.

Luckily when the door opened there stood Nic, a confused grin lighting up his face as he took in Sam’s appearance.  

“Umm, what --?” he began, his bright smile only growing.

Before he could finish his question Sam held up a finger, quieting him while biting back a grin of her own before dramatically strumming the lute and clearing her throat.

“Prithee, Nic Marigold, I… doth have an important query for… thee,” she said haltingly searching for words, and unsure if they really meant what she thought they did.  “Wouldst thou do me the honour of attending the prom with… me?” she asked, glancing hopefully up at her boyfriend’s face, waiting for his response.

Nic’s face grew solemn for a moment and Sam’s heart jumped into her throat.

“Yay verily, I would be honoured to be your partner for a night of fancy dress and dancing.  For certainly we shall be the… fairest couple in attendance,” he answered with a bow and a flourish, his golden brown eyes flicking up to Sam’s, gazing at her through the mop of tight curls that half obscured his face.

“Verily?” Sam asked, laughter bubbling up past the nervousness that had gripped her.

“Yey verily!” Nic repeated as he straightened, laughing as well.

Leaning in, he pressed his soft lips to hers, taking her off guard, but she didn’t hesitate in kissing him back, shifting the lute out of the way so she could step closer, throwing her arms around his shoulders.

“You’re not gunna dress like this for the dance are you?” Nic teased, nuzzling his nose against Sam’s before pulling back.

“Oh Gods, no!” she exclaimed with a chuckle.  “...Unless?”

The pair shared a look before both erupting into laughter and soon they were seated on the front steps, Sam leaning against Nic’s shoulder as she plucked idly at the strings of her father’s lute.

“I was planning on asking you, you know, to prom,” Nic admitted and Sam’s fingers stopped, her blue eyes flicking over, suddenly worried she had overstepped.  She was usually the one to initiate things between them and she hadn’t even considered he might’ve had plans for this.

“But there’s no way it would’ve been that creative or funny,” he continued, eyeing her in turn, a soft smile on his lips that calmed her sudden fears.  “How did I get the coolest girlfriend ever?” he asked and Sam’s heart skipped a beat.

“I’m not that cool,” she muttered in return, setting aside the lute so Nic could slip his hand in hers.

“You really are, Sam.  I’m always in awe of you.”

“Yeah well, you’re the sweetest most thoughtful boyfriend ever, and I wouldn’t want it any other way,” she murmured, giving his hand a squeeze before she felt his other hand under her chin, gently turning her face to his for another sweet lingering kiss.

“Maybe we should decide what colour outfits we’re gunna wear, because I definitely want us to match,” Nic said suddenly and a cheeky grin pulled at Sam’s lips.

“You sure you don’t wanna go as twin minstrels?” she asked, already snorting a laugh at Nic’s deadpan expression.