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emilx311 · 4 years

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Concept/prompt-Changeling Jasiker, human raised among the fae for their amusement and just as clever as one would need to be to return to the human side

Jaskier knew that most of his companions did not think he was the smartest at times. In fairness, he did often downplay his own abilities (the line about the bread had been an honest slip up that still haunted him to this day). Back in the court being smart was not an asset. Being smart meant you were watched, were given harder tasks, meant there were more eyes on you and more danger. So, he’d dumbed himself down, had played pretty and wide-eyed and naive. Had focused on smiling, on laughing, on being a pretty thing that the fae would admire and then ignore. That was what had saved him in the end, what had allowed him to escape from his glittering prison.

Jaskier knew how the world worked. He knew how to charm with the best of them (for charming a human was always far easier than charming a fae, prone as they were to fits and quick changes of mood). He knew how to speak for hours without ever really saying anything. And, contrary to what Geralt may think he knew when to keep his head down and his mouth shut. However, he also knew that to survive you had to keep your eyes open.

Jaskier knew all the court gossip, knew who was sleeping with who and who was out for another’s position. Even after being away from courts for months he was never caught wrong-footed. All the information was there if you knew how to look. Geralt never questioned how or where he got the gossip he spread to him, found the information useless more often than not. Jaskier knew better. Geralt would never know about the kingdoms he’d steered them away from, with kings who set out word of a job as a trap for witchers. Would never know of the ambushes they had avoided because Jaskier had sensed the shifting of the atmosphere even before Geralt could and had led them down another path. And, really that was how Jaskier prefered it. Things were easier when everyone thought of him as a loudmouth fool, they never looked too deep when that happened.

However, he had also known that he wouldn’t be able to hide it forever. Yennefer had suspected it from the get go. Had noticed the sharpness to his eyes and the way they took everything in. She could sense the sharp corners in him, the ones he tried to hide under fancy clothes and too many words spoken too fast to really be paid attention to. Borch had also noticed it, though the dragon had said nothing at the time, too concerned with his own agenda to care much what the bard was hiding or why. So yes, he’d known he wouldn’t be able to hide it forever, but he wished this wasn’t the moment it all came out. Geralt had lashed out at him, there on top of that mountain and Jaskier had felt something within him snap. The part of him that would always be stuck back in that court he had grown up in, surrounded by those who had taken him for their own amusement without a care for his own wishes, the petty, hurting, sharp part of him that he had held back so long came out with a vengeance.

“No” he’d scarcely recognized his own voice as he said it, well more liked hissed it. Enraged and hurt and angry and so much more. His eyes narrowed into slits.

“No, you don’t get to do that. You don’t get to blame me for things that aren’t my fault. You’re hurt and upset but causing another pain won’t do you any good or make you feel any better. None of this was my fault, I was pulled along by destiny’s tide just as much as you were simply because I chose to stand by you throughout it all. You would have ended up here no matter whether I’d been there or not. You do not get to push me away because you’re afraid I’ll leave, just as you won’t be able to leave Ciri as your parents left you. You’re so afraid of being left again and of hurting others the way you’ve been hurt that you push away all the good things before they can leave on their own. It’s not done you and never will do you any good. The memories will linger and they will hurt more than anything else ever could anyway. You’re not sparing yourself any pain by doing this, just creating more for yourself. And I’m done letting you do it. You never loved Yennefer, not really. Cared for her yes, but you never mentioned her when you were apart. You were glad to see her when you met again but could live just fine without her. This hurts because she made this choice for you and you hate not being able to decide on the path your life takes. That’s fair, since much was forced on you already, but that doesn’t give you the right to do the same to me”. He cuts right to the heart of the matter, shoving in the witcher’s face some hard truths that Jaskier had realized long, long ago. He knew they would be hard for Geralt to accept, but he needed to do so or he would never be able to move on.

“I’m leaving, I’ll head down the mountain myself and wait with Roach while you think about what I have said. If, when you reach us you still want me to leave I will, and you will have your blessing, but I refuse to do so now”. Jaskier turned and headed towards camp to get started on doing just that. He already knew that Geralt would spend some time brooding before following, just as he knew that the other would not order him away when he did. He needed Jaskier just as much as Jaskier needed him, even if he hadn’t yet realized it. That’s okay, Jaskier had known for quite some time anyways, the Witcher’s actions spoke much more than his words after all.

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crowleyellestair · 4 years

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Hi! I don’t know if my last request went through cuz tumblr was being weird, but I asked for a Jaskier x pregnant reader with reader being scared to tell him and he finds out on his own, did it go through before? I’m not sure, I’m sorry if it did and your getting this twice!

AN/// I did not see it, so thank you again for taking time to re ask! This is a little longer than planned. I hope it’s what you were looking for!

I also have a smutty request coming out this weekend 😉

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Also check out my other Jaskier stuff- I have a lot!

It wasn’t because Y/n thought he would be a bad father.

She thought he would actually make an amazing dad considering all the passion he puts into anything he loves. He may have sharp, cynical wit, but his heart truly laid in a place of optimism.

Y/n would wrack her brain, trying to think of any possible reason he wouldn’t make a great parent, coming up with nothing.

Being able to wake up to the sunrise, finding him sitting at his desk, turned to their child. He would always wake up before her, playing his lute, but he would be playing to their child. There wasn’t a shadow of doubt in her mind that the kid would inherent those blue eyes, being able to pierce her through the sunlight, just like Jaskier’s. Maybe the child would sing along- Maybe they could have a duet act at some point.

Of course, if that were to happen, she would need to stop daydreaming, and actually tell him he was going to be a father.

But what would happen?

Y/n would be left somewhere like Velen to live out her time ‘in peace’ until the child grew up. She would never think that Jaskier would leave her, but she wouldn’t live with herself if she had to make him stay in one spot. Though she wasn’t there the first time the dynamic duo met, she has heard both sides of the story, and it seemed to be a match made in heaven for the two. She would rather sacrifice her own sanity than keep the bard from what he truly wanted.

Jaskier was young and he had so much ahead of him. He’s seen the world, played for kings and queens- but inspiration can’t be made up from a barn in the middle of a bog. He needs Geralt, just as Geralt needs Jaskier.

Not that Y/n was expendable in their adventures, but if one had to leave, she would assume it would be her.

A Witcher is supposed to have alchemy training, and he has his Quen, allowing him to have a magical shield. The only person that really needed to be healed would be her, or maybe Jaskier if he had gotten himself in the crossfire. Geralt didn’t need her help fighting, though he never complained, he could live without her. Without a child as well.

Especially now that he had a child surprise on the way.

She was an adequate fighter and a healer- healers could be found everywhere! She hadn’t had too much magic ability, surely leaving Yen or Triss to be able to be more help.

They weren’t here now, however, which gave her peace of mind in her abilities, but it hadn’t lasted long.

The Noonwraith had been really getting to Geralt and her for a while now. The Witcher couldn’t keep up the stamina to capture it in a trap of his, and Y/n was on her last moon dust bomb.

Sadly, these were the only ways to take down these beasts.

She hadn’t been feeling good going into the fight, only finding out her secret a few nights prior, some of the symptoms already kicking in. Luckily, the trio had been staying at an inn that night, so she could puke in peace, not having to worry about getting out of ear shot of Geralt in the woods. After unloading her stomach that morning, she hadn’t really been up to much other than sitting on Horse and leaning on Jaskier.

Jaskier hadn’t seen a difference as nothing changed in her attitude- there actually had been, but she had acting chops. Y/n didn’t know if Geralt knew. He had some crazy senses that she couldn’t imagine fully comprehending. The two were close, so she knew he would speak to her first, in private, before saying anything to Jaskier, but what if Geralt would push them out? Geralt would refuse to let her continue with them in her condition, and he would insist Jaskier stay with her.

Of course, the two would need to make it out alive for any of that to happen.

The Noonwraith had been hurt, but Geralt had been having trouble keeping the thing in the trap. Once it’s out of the trap, it can hurt you, but you can’t touch it.

Geralt had been trying to muster up more magical power when the wraith disappeared. It had quickly reappeared behind him. It only took Y/n a moment to make a decision, quickly swatting it’s back. The attention of the beast quickly fell on her, the thing looming, and quickly striking. Geralt had gotten the trap down, swinging his sword, giving the beast a death blow. That, was of course, after the thing had given all its power into attacking the woman.

She dropped to the ground, the wraith falling on top of her. Geralt was quick to her side, but nervous when she wouldn’t open her eyes. The one thing he hated more than having a partner down in action, was having to carry her unconscious body back to a waiting Jaskier.

Even after his constant reassurance towards his bard, Jaskier couldn’t calm down, raising his voice and yelling for Geralt to get them to a healer.

Jaskier never yelled. It was unbecoming of him, and terrible for the vocal cords. But, when it came to Y/n, the person he had found real, true love in, well… It had certainly surprised Geralt.

She had stayed unconscious for a day, which gave Jaskier a lot of time to worry. He wouldn’t leave the tent, and reflected on the past few days. Ever the dramatic one, he reminisced over what may have been her last days alive- even though he knew she would be fine. But, his heart started to hurt after thinking about how dismissive she had been.

“I think, this might be the best apple juice I have ever had.” He paused, looking to his lover. She just shrugged, and he looked to his cup. “Yeah, you’re right. Probably can find something better, but I will definitely put this down as the best so far.” He leaned on the table, looking at Y/n’s far off look. His brows raised and he continued sarcastically. “Maybe I could write a song about it. Could probably become the best song ever written by ‘The Great Jaskier’. I could write a duet line for Geralt.”

All he received in response was a soft ‘sure’ and more far off looks. She had been looking through him, not touching her food they had gotten for breakfast.

“What’s wrong, Y/n?” That had seemed to snap her out of it, her gaze focusing on him. A flush rose ot her cheeks, and a small smile uncertainly stood on her lips. Her hand went up to hold his cheek, thumb swiping over his cheek bone.

“Nothing, Dandi. Just thinking.” He leaned into her touch, but his suspicious and caring gaze still lingered and pressed on.

“About what? Certainly, you can’t still be thinking about the lady in the woods.” She sat there, blinking at him. She could feel a nervous heat crawl up her spine and her smile fell. But she quickly threw it up again, dropping her hand. She made a move to get up while saying quickly,

“Nope, just thinking about your supposed duet with Geralt.”

He had thought of every little moment until the healer was done. But he was set on an entirely different course of thought when the healer said,

“They’ll both be fine.” He had immediately thought that a shifter or two had somehow merged and took her form, but when the healer also said, “congratulations, by the way,” he knew.

And he didn’t know what to do.

He wanted to celebrate, but his love is sitting in front of him, unconscious. Geralt certainly wasn’t the celebratory type either. He quickly knew that’s why she was acting strange. He wondered why she didn’t tell him, but none of his thoughts came to what the future held. It didn’t matter. Jaskier laid next to her on the cot, thinking about names. What traits would the child receive from him or Y/n. Unlike Y/n, he didn’t even bring his mind to music, assuming the child would take on healing. Maybe even becoming the best healer around, especially if they inherited magical power.

After a couple hours of him sitting in slence, she had woken up.

“I promise to be the best father.” Jaskier quickly pulled her nervous and shocked form into his arms. “Imagine what they’ll look like. Though, I don’t know what I’ll do with two people telling me about herbs that I can’t remember. Do you think it would be funny if we got them to call Geralt ‘uncle’?” She laid in his arms shocked. These were the first words she had heard after just waking up, and it definitely sobered her of all fatigue quickly.

“How did you-.”

“You were being reckless, had to be taking to a healer and they told me.” He was going to go on, but he felt her burrow into his chest.

“I’m…sorry for not telling you. I was just hoping we could get another month in.” His eyes widened.

“A month of what? Galivanting? We need to start making arrangements. I’m thinking in Novigrad. I could get my arts certificate at the university, and you can continue to play gwent. If I’m being honest, I can’t play with you any more. Your skill has gotten out of hand. I swear you might even be cheating-.”

“Are you sure you want to give up Geralt?”

“Grumpy, never says thank you, always leaves trash Geralt? I wouldn’t just leave you, Y/n.”

“I don’t want to hold you back-.” Jaskier shifted to get her face from inside his open doublet. His eyes pierced her as they always did. She could only find wonder and excitement in his eyes.

“You could never hold me back,” raw love flooding his words. Jaskier had to make light of the situation by adding,” And starting a music empire in one of the biggest cities wouldn’t be too bad.” Y/n smiled, nodding.

“If you’re sure.”

“I’m sure I want to spend the rest of my days with you in my arms.”

#jaskier x reader #jaskier imagine #witcher imagine #dandelion x reader

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anythingyoucanimagine · 3 years

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I just realized I never gave Amalia a proper introduction here whOOPS

*ahem*

Queen Amalia

Her full title, Queen Amalia of House Valenwood

Rules over a country surprisingly well, although diplomatic interactions with her country are often deadly.

It does not take much to get her to stab someone.

Her past

Her mother was kind, and cared about her a lot. She taught the young Amalia to read, and write, weave flower crowns, and sew... things a young girl in her country would often learn.

Her father, however, was... well, a king. He didn't care much for Amalia herself, his way of 'bonding' was teaching her to kill. He wanted a son, so he always resented both her and her mother a bit for it. Especially since the woman never birthed another child.

Although that may have been related to the fact that she couldn't handle his BS anymore, and simply vanished one night. Left Amalia a rose from her garden, but no other signs.

Her father took that as a bad sign. He treated Amalia worse after that, especially while searching for the former queen.

When he finally found Amalia's mother, he brought Amalia herself. Made her watch, as he cut the woman down where she stood.

Amalia changed quite a bit that day. Her father had called her mother a coward for fleeing from the castle, from their country- from their home.

She remembered that.

Years later, the king himself fled due to many attempts on his life, he was not so comfortable with the idea of himself dying. Left a newly crowned 18 year old in charge, dealing with a near-revolt.

It helped that she promised to come back with whatever supplies the cowardly king had stored away and give it to the general populace, along with his head on a pike.

She didn't really care about things, anyways. She liked swords, and flowers. She also quite enjoyed sweets, a fact that those who want to have a higher chance of survival around her learn very quickly.

When she found her father, he begged her not to kill him, to just let him live away from where she would be bothered by him. It was the first and last time she had ever heard him beg.

She laughed.

"But it's like you said~ Cowards and traitors have no right to live. It's what you said yourself, father! And if you didn't mean that..."

For the first time, her expression was serious. "... then I'd still have to kill you. I don't like liars."

He never lied to anyone again after that, but his head was also no longer attached to his body.

You can read the full story here! (There are a FEW things I added when writing this tumblr post up, because that's how it goes with OCs, but that's just her backstory anyways.)

When she got her familiar, it wasn't how you'd expect. I don't think she even knows he's her familiar- and she didn't know he was a goose at first, either.

He just sort of started attacking the door one day, and she had to stop the guards from killing him.

"That's an odd duck."

"W-well you see, m'lady, that's..."

"I'm keeping it."

And that's how she got a goose running around biting ankles and honking at people.

Her present

Now she rules her country happily, no one goes against her because she's quite good at striking down those that oppose the country itself...

... and those that upset her...

... or tick off her familiar, the goose. It's not hard to anger Jaskier.

He's kind of a dick, although her father was the one named Richard.

She's often found playing chess, and she's a surprisingly good player.

Claims that war isn't much different than a game of chess.

Someone points out that war is much more serious, and takes sacrifices.

She'll reply with "Maybe your wars, but I'm not a coward that hides in a 'command tent' relaying orders."

She hates commanders that don't join their men on the front lines.

Also the first country in her area to employ women in their army. She has given them legal high ground against the men, due to several incidents.

One man was brought specifically to her attention, because he was a high ranking officer with complaints from multiple lower ranking officers.

Everyone seemed to be pushing her towards pardoning him and shifting the blame onto the women.

She cut the man down, and then locked her advisors in a room with Jaskier.

They didn't last long, although Jaskier didn't kill them. They do now have multiple scars on their ankles and buttocks.

They are no longer employed at the castle.

A lot of times princes will come try to 'woo' her, and leave in a coffin.

She can't help it, when men try to touch her it triggers her fight or flight response thanks to her father and constant dangerous combat training.

She definitely leans towards fight in those situations. 'Run' isn't in her vocabulary.

Sometimes she'll have long conversations with her pastry chef, with whom she has a surprisingly good relationship.

That's why she has one rule for Jaskier, and it's don't fuck with the kitchen.

They still have to leave a bowl with food out for him to avoid him harassing servers on their way to, well... serve.

It's always an interesting time at the castle.

Everything Else

Neither of us know her future, I leave that up to fate and bullshitting our way through situations.

Demiromantic pansexual! (But she isn't really interested in sex or romance, she prefers chocolate and stabbing people. But if she got a good cuddle session in, she would probably cry and latch onto you forever.)

Made her own crown, rarely wears the typical gold one. She uses roses from her mother's garden, something she's continued to take care of- one of the few things she kept after her parents passed.

Has an interesting sort of magic, she doesn't even realize she uses it, but it makes fires burn brighter, machinery fail spectacularly, and increasingly odd things being found by the goose.

Even though she's a queen, she dislikes most nobility.

Nobody likes a bleeder, Karen.

They're too stuck up, they think everything is their right. She believes in needing to earn respect, and they never do. They often die in messy little puddles.

You can tell she's planning to kill someone if her hair is up.

She Cannot Be Stopped

Has inadvertently flirted with girls before and gets really confused when they get all flustered

She got the help of doctors and magicians to transition, although she didn't see any point to having tiddies so she's more or less flat-chested.

Enjoys the chaos of people who have never been in peril before panicking.

I think that's about it

If you have any questions, please send me asks I'm dying to answer some asks

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