Even Tales Have Happy Endings (Jaskier x reader, Part 7.)
Description: Geralt of Rivia isn’t always there to watch over Jaskier, his best, yet incapable bard friend. Sometimes, when the Witcher knows that there is bad blood between the bard and someone else, he writes a contract and offers a job - silently watching over Jaskier traveling the roads.
Part Summary: Some time has passed from the moment you've decided to stay by Jaskier's side - and everything looked unrealistic good. So that had to simply completely fuck up one day.
Warnings: Just fluff and a happy ending for once.
A/N: Thank you for sticking with me and mister Jaskier until the very end! I already have another series (modern AU this time! Nice!) and a one-shot for @onlyhopebensolo planned, so be ready! ♥
Word count: 3.3 K
Tagging: @nemodoren @marioverthere
Series master list: H E R E
Three months have gone by since the moment you and Jaskier had in the inn. From that moment, you have joined their two men party, following the two everywhere they went. You looked into the great city of Cintra, played Gwent with various merchants on the road and learned to speak some common elvish. You had fun and you were happy with that idiot, which simply radiated out of you.
And you just fell in love with Jaskier’s way of making love - you loved to have sex and laugh during it, not keeping that serious face all the time. Plus, that man was just good with toys, which you kind of didn't understand, since Geralt told you how incapable he was with pick up lines. Where did he try those things? With who? No matter, you couldn't really choose better.
That night, Jaskier couldn't let his stare off of one woman, who was with him in the room. He just couldn't bring himself take his eyes off when he was playing his lute on various balls he took her and Geralt on. Well, it was more like Geralt took them on a ball as his guests of honor.
And most of the time, people clapped and cheered for Jaskier to play for them so much, that he was practically forced to. He was the famous traveling bard who befriended the most famous Witcher of Kaer Morhen after all. But even if he was willing to play a song or two for them, as he marched through the halls with his lute, he never looked away from you. Not even for a second.
When he played a song, it was only to make you smile and happy. When he couldn't archive that, he didn't want to play. But when you enjoyed Jaskier's shrieks, you danced with literally anyone who wanted to dance with you. Nobles, villagers, knights, princesses, lords - you didn't care. When you danced, you and your dancing partner were only two human beings. Sometimes, when Geralt got drunk enough, you made him dance as well.
"If you like that woman, you should tell her." - Countess de Stael, Jaskier's ex-love interest, leaned to him with her hand in a pretty nasty place. Jaskier nervously chuckled and moved further from away from her. He didn't wish to be touched, yet he still didn't want her to be offended. - "What's wrong with you, Jaskier? We haven't seen each other for months, if not years... Aren't you excited to see me? Not a single bit?"
De Stael was a smart and beautiful woman, that was for sure. She also was a heartbreaker, that needed to be said as well. Jaskier thought many, many times that she's his only true love and even more times he told to Geralt that he shall die a brokenhearted man. She always came back to Jaskier when she was bored, up for some fun and mingling. Normally, he always fell under her spell once again.
But at the moment, Jaskier had a girlfriend and a blossoming relationship.
His girl was a badass per se. She would rip off de Stael's wig out of her hair, maybe even with the hair Countess had in the process and punched countess right into her teeth.
Y/N was in secret a serious sucker for Jaskier, but she couldn't be messed around with, no matter how much she fell in love with him. And if de Steal was about to tempt his girlfriend, he knew that countess would most probably end up with a few bruises, smudged make-up, ripped dress and hair ripped off from her head.
The truth was that he was a sucker for Y/N as well. No matter how hard he tried not to fall under her spell as fast as he did, the longer he knew her, the stronger the feelings were. That thing kind of terrified Jaskier, since Y\N was an epitome of Geralt - if Geralt was a woman.
Y/N was a killing machine when it had to be put nicely, who knew all the assassination techniques by heart but was also good at torturing. When she and Jaskier had a conversation, it was mostly him talking and she responding with hums and completely uninterested face. But she could do something Geralt never did - she was radically helping Jaskier with his panic attacks.
Most of the time, she slapped him out of the blue when he was yelling and widening his eyes, while she was able to still looking completely uninterested. Then she usually asked him if they can finally do something helpful? The worst part about all of that was that Geralt approved her with every finger he had. They became friends instantly - and Y/N could sometimes even make the Witcher laugh when it was one of the better days.
Sometimes Jaskier wondered whose girlfriend she even is since she was mostly non-affectionate in the public with the bard. Most of the time, he could find her admiring some new swords or gear with Geralt, other times they two of them were sitting on a bench in an inn and giggled about something she was whispering to him. Geralt even took her on his monster hunts - because she can protect her damn ass, Jaskier, it's not personal, Geralt usually told Jaskier calmly when he snapped at the Witcher for being with his girlfriend more than the bard himself. And really, there was nothing than a simple friendship of two professional killers between you and Geralt.
At the end of the day, the door to Jaskier's room always opened and Y/N stood there with a small smile, watching Jaskier doing his stuff while he pretended that he's mad at her. After that, she usually persuaded him not to be mad at her with a bunch of kisses, leading him to the bed.
Jesus, she was everything he ever wished for but didn't know about any of that until the very day he met Y/N. It was almost like the law of surprise.
"I'm fine, Countess. And that girl? She's going to be my wife, yet she doesn't know about it. She's my muse, walking grace and beauty." - Jaskier smiled at de Stael and looked at Y/N again, slowly grazing over her silver dress and stylist hairstyle full of braids and flowers. You were just whispering something to Geralt and then you laughed out loud, while Geralt only hid his chuckle into a pint of ale before his humming voice responded quietly.
"She doesn't seem too interested, baby boy." - De Stael whispered and moved back to Jaskier again, her body touching his as she leaned to kiss his cheek. De Stael was also older than Jaskier a few good years. - "But I'm here, right next to you, and I'm almost burning up. You have a new jacket and I'm wondering... How would it look on the floor of my room? What do you say?"
"He doesn't exactly accept offers from whores, you know?" - All of a sudden, you appeared next to the two of them. Countess gasped at your words, not being able to form any response. You were giving Jaskier a lot of space to flirt, a serious lot, but you wouldn't let anyone touch your man in ways only you could. - "Now swim away, sailor, or I'll kick your ass. And as for you..."
"Excuse you! I am a Countess while you're... You're a peasant and maybe even less than that! I want you to apologize, now." - Countess stood up and straightened up as she tried to scare you. But you just giggled and looked at Jaskier, not taking a single bit of her shit seriously.
"So you're practically sucking his cock and I have to apologize. A funny world it is these days, isn't that right? And Jaskier... I just want you to play for me. Pretty please?" - You smiled and made those pretty doll eyes Jaskier was a fool for. Also, he could clearly say that you're drunk at that point. But Jaskier just smiled gently and nodded at your request. As a response, you leaned your hands to the table and leaned in towards Jaskier to take his jaw in your palm and kissed him with a giggle.
You behaved like a normal human being when you were drunk, just as Geralt did. But at least, he was a lightweight compared to you. That was caused by the trials he endured - he was more resistant towards illnesses and other things, but his body just couldn't handle alcohol well. So to get this drunk, you needed to drink at least a half barrel of ale. Or combine ale with wine, champagne or beer.
And you kissed him in front of everyone, just like that, out of the blue. And he couldn't but smile into that kiss. Your kisses were always the sweetest, tasting like honey and alcohol. When you leaned away, Countess was stunned and wordless. So, apparently, you really did know each other. And apparently, you had the implied relationship.
Before you moved to the dancefloor, you gave de Stael a victorious look that told her to stay away from your fucking man. Also, it gave her a clear warning. But after that, you smiled at Jaskier once again before your steps lead to the dancefloor.
Geralt was just speaking with the noble who invited all of you to the ball when some man took your hands as he listened to the fast rhythm of Jaskier and his band. You were excited to hear such a fast and energetic song since, at that moment, you wanted nothing more than to dance.
You were spinning around, laughing, until more and more people actually joined in, forming two rows. You went from arms to arms, from man to another one, once you even spun around a very nice lady, as you needed to point out.
It almost made you freak out when even Geralt joined the party and asked you for a dance as well. You felt completely fine when you spun and moved, you weren't dizzy... You were doing just fine. It was just after Geralt let go of you when you bent forward and puked the hell out your stomach. Everything went out m, all the food, all the ale you've drunk throughout the night.
The looks were just insane and the silence in the hall felt almost deafening. Everyone was almost disgusted, but Geralt just took you and led you on the balcony so you could catch some fresh, cold air. You felt very sober all of a sudden.
"What the fuck happened back there?" - You freaked out, asking yourself more than the Witcher. Your palms circled around the stone which was the balcony made of and exhaled out loud, accepting a tumbler of water which Geralt was giving you. The maids already started to clean up the things which came out of you - and it looked nasty.
"It makes sense now." - Geralt said simply without explaining to you, watching the city below you. You didn't ask what he was thinking about - you knew Geralt will gladly tell you by himself. - "Your hormonal trail change. To put it nicely... You smell different. And your moods change like the weather. I saw you crying yesterday. And kissing Jaskier just like that? That isn't you either."
"If you're implying that I'm pregnant, it can be anything, really. Maybe the food was poisoned. I have a lot of enemies. Or my stomach couldn't handle the alcohol. Maybe I'm just ill." - You shook your shoulders and laughed nervously to Geralt's ear. Could he be right though?
"I don't really think so. I'm usually right at those things." - Geralt smiled at you sadly. Of course, he was sure - he was a Witcher witch enhanced hearing, vision better than everyone else's and his smell couldn't be compared to anything. That was the moment when Jaskier made it on the balcony as well.
"Is everything alright? Is my dear one possessed by a demon or cursed, poisoned... What's wrong?" - Well, Jaskier was surely panicking more than you. Without hesitation, you snapped at the bard, slapping the ass off of him. Your eyes widened dangerously when you pointed at him.
"How dare you asking me?" - You stuttered. You and a child. Jaskier and a child. Holy shit, you two were fucked. That almost made you puke again. Jaskier looked at Geralt with confusion and saw the amusement on his friend's face. Then the Witcher left, leaving you two all alone, giving you the space to talk.
"I sure don't know what have I done or if I brought you some ailing, my love." - Jaskier smoothed your hand, slowly and gently, with affection. - "I'm sorry in advance."
"How about you doing a small baby? Hm? How can you excuse that in advance?" - You looked right at him. For a moment, Jaskier was still quiet, but his hand didn't move away from yours, still holding it. He looked too calm, or you just thought so, when you were completely freaking out.
"I will simply say sorry and..." - His lips slowly kissed your knuckles with a slight smile while he still thought about his next words. - "And I'll stay for the other ten or twenty years. Would you count that as an excuse in advance?"
Those words genuinely surprised you. You expected that Jaskier will tell you that you should find a healer to have an abortion potion or something. This bard had crawled under almost every noble skin on the Continent. Maybe he had a few brats here and there already.
You just fucking knew that you will be bad parents - or at least you had the feeling that you won't be the good ones. The baby was in mortal danger when it was conceived by you two. Jaskier was irresponsible, charming and traveling bard while you two... Well...
"You motherfucker." - You muttered out. Well. You should be freaking out like crazy. You should be yelling, most likely furious. But somehow, his words made you calm. This maybe wasn't such a one night stand after all.
"I sure am one now, ma'am." - Jaskier kissed your cheek before grinning a bit, pointing to the water. You did as he told you and drank a bit. - "Hey. We'll make it work... Somehow. It will be bloody hard, but we managed so far, didn't we? How hard can raise a child to be, hm? It is too late to propose?"
With that, the bard sealed his destiny. Just as he told you, he proposed to you on the ball. Even if you puked the whole floor, the people were pretty much surprised and the ladies almost cried when Jaskier had his speech about you being the brightest point of his life that came by thanks to his very best friend. You cried as well - but blamed it on the clear hormonal change. Geralt didn't say anything, just grinned.
The wedding was quite small - but you insisted on it since you were always taught that children should come into a complete family. And you didn't want them to end up like you. To be honest, there was only you, Jaskier and Geralt, since it was that five-minute thing in a chapel down the road. Nonetheless, you were truly happy at that moment. You even got a beautiful, big ring with a magical stone - you still thought that Geralt stole it from some bandit's chest. It was just perfect and you even took his surname, becoming a Pankratz in the end.
Abramka was born six months after that moment. You didn't exactly believe that you will ever be good parents, but something just... Struck you when the midwife put that little baby covered in a blanket to your arms, you just broke down in tears as you kissed the baby on its cheek. You were shaking - and Jaskier was acting just crazy. She looked just like you, having his eyes - which didn't change a bit throughout the years. She was your beautiful baby girl all the way - she wasn't as artsy as her father and she definitely did not incline to the role of women at that age.
The girl wasn't inclined to ballads, pretty stories, paintings, dresses, and make-up or playing with dolls as the girls her age did. She completely fell in love with swords and bows, just like mommy did when she was at her age. And uncle Geralt was a great practice dummy when mummy taught her how to kill with the smallest amount of moves. Another Witcher uncle, uncle Vesemir, completely adored that child. She wanted to become Witcher so hard, but overall you would say, time at Kaer Morhen, especially during winter, was the happiest of your life.
That was also where you gave birth the second time - and let's just say that you yelling at a bunch of Witchers who were terrified, pretending to be the midwives before Geralt actually came back with one, that was one of the funniest things that ever happened at the School of the Wolf.
The second child was really redemption for Jaskier since his little baby girl was a bloodthirsting beast just as his best friend and his wife - even if you yelled that there won't be another baby when the first was coming out. Warsz was born when Abramka was six years old, with the help of the Witchers. And this boy was an extremely talented artist. He loved to tell tales and play lute alongside his father. That boy was the most artistic person you've ever seen. It didn't strike you that much when you found out that he is inclined to fall in love with men. He got his first boyfriend when he was only fifteen years old.
The last child you had was named Radovan and that boy wanted to be a knight since he was very young. He wanted it so bad. But that boy, oh dear, he was not very clever. He really tried his best to pass every challenge that was put in front of him. Over time, he truly became one, but that boy still was dumb. Yet, you still loved him and supported him, since you were his mother.
Your family never exactly was in one place for too long - Jaskier was still a best friend to Geralt of Rivia, or at least he was telling that he was one, and he was a traveling bard. The longest you’ve ever stayed somewhere was when you lived on Kaer Morhen for two years.
In the end, when you took a good look back at your life, it was truly a beautiful one. You never dreamed about having so much adventure and fun. You truly lived your fullest, sometimes you drank your ass off, sometimes you laid all day in bed, surrounded by your beloved children, next to your husband while sometimes you hiked and slain monsters with Geralt.
So when you got old, you knew that your life was leaving a huge legacy behind. As time passed, your hair got grey and there were wrinkles in your face. You and Julian found a small cabin not too far from the sea and there you settled down when you couldn't exactly take any more contracts or travel big distances. But you still were mad at Geralt, since he was still as young as he was when you met him.
