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Beyond The Call Of Duty — Calanthe

Summary: You’re Ciri’s handmaiden, and a close confidant to the young princess, so when she finds out about your feelings for her grandmother, Queen Calanthe, you fear her seeing it as a betrayal to your duty.

Word Count: 977

Warnings: Some angst, tiny bit steamy at the end

You weren’t but 17 when you started caring for the newborn princess. Over the years you went from nanny to handmaiden, as the princess began to grow from a babe into a young woman. But most importantly, you became a friend and confidante for the girl who would one day be a queen.

You’d had your share of hardships that you had helped Ciri to survive and endure, and your presence in her life had helped shape the woman she was becoming. When her parents died, she only had you and her grandmother, Queen Calanthe, to rely on.

You’d always adored Calanthe, she was every bit a queen, a warrior and a friend. Yet respect and admiration had blurred over the years into something much deeper for you. You loved her.

Out of your sense of duty to Ciri, as well as to Calanthe herself, you never breathed the words aloud. There were times when you were absolutely fine with that decision, and other times where your heart ached at the mere sight of Calanthe. Even in those moments, you said nothing.

Being as busy as she was, Ciri hardly ever saw her grandmother and you at the same time. It was usually one or the other. You got her ready for dinners and for dances, and helped to make her more comfortable when they were over. And her grandmother was there for the middle of all of it.

The times she did see the two of you together, she started to notice a pattern. You had always been humble and kind in Calanthe’s presence, but there were times when you looked at her and your eyes held nothing but sadness. It took Ciri several years to understand the meaning of that sadness, but once she did, things changed.

One evening, as you brushed the princess’s long white hair, she asked you a question. You’d paused mid-stroke when the words had come out of her mouth.

“How long have you loved her?”

You tried to resume your brushing as casually as you could manage given how much her question had shaken you. “I don’t know what you mean,” you replied, as quickly as you were able to recover your voice.

“You know precisely what I mean,” Ciri insisted, trying to catch your eye in the mirror. You refused to meet her gaze.

It was then that Ciri spun around in her chair, her hair slipping from your hands as she looked to you with a pleading expression. “Answer me, please. I have a right to know.”

You supposed that was true enough. Yet still, you felt as if saying it would be a betrayal of Ciri’s trust. You were meant to be her handmaid and nothing more. Even if Ciri did consider you a friend, that would all be over when you finally told her of the secret you’d been keeping for so many, many years.

“I don’t know exactly how long it’s been,” you finally answered. It was the truth. The change from admiration to love had not been something that simply occurred one night. It had taken months, maybe years to realize that your feelings had changed at all.

“But you love her still?” You felt a pull of longing in your chest, all but answering the princess’s question.

“I do.”

“How good to know.” The voice came from the doorway, where you and Ciri both looked to see Calanthe standing there.

“I—” you swallowed, feeling a lump rising in your throat as you tried to explain. “I never meant anything improper.”

“I know. You’ve been a faithful servant for many years. You could have thrown that all away to throw yourself at me, lord knows others have done so. But you chose your duty. Why?”

What was it with this family and the hard questions, you wondered as you tried to formulate an answer. “It’s always come first,” you settled on. “It was more important to me to be by Ciri’s side and support your family than it was to take a foolish chance on my own selfish desires.”

“I don’t know if I’d say they were foolish,” Calanthe responded. For a moment, you weren’t sure what she meant by that. When your face changed from confusion to realization, Calanthe spoke to her granddaughter. “Cirilla, the room please, just for a moment.”

“Of course.” Ciri dismissed herself and shut the door behind her, granting you and Calanthe some privacy.

“I do admire your dedication, but happiness is not selfish. I believe you have earned your share of it, if you’re willing to take it.”

Even in the candlelight, you could see the glint of challenge in Calanthe’s eye. Was she really presenting you with such an opportunity? To be happy? To be hers? You didn’t wish to presume in case you were wrong but…her offer may not last forever.

Already standing so close, it was not difficult for you to bridge the gap between your bodies. It was as if your body had willed itself towards her. It was without thinking that you kissed her. It was desperate, perhaps more so than you would have liked for your first, but it was what you needed if it was to be your last with her.

She kissed you back, matching your energy and biting your bottom lip. When you finally pulled away, you were left with heaving breaths as you waited for your heart to return to its normal rhythm.

“I hope you know that you need not deny yourself any longer. You have always been a part of this family and I could ask for no one more loyal to have at my side. You may continue on as Ciri’s handmaid at your own discretion. Regardless what you decide, I hope you will remain in our lives in whatever capacity you deem fit.”

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epiphany-of-a-madwoman · 2 years

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Built to Fall Apart | Jaskier

▹ Pairing: Jaskier x Reader

▹ Genre: Angst with slight fluff towards the end

▹ Words: ~2.5k

▹ Summary: You and Jaskier were built to fall apart, yet you continued to come back together.

▹ Notes: .... :) This took so long and was requested even longer ago, but uh, here it is!

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It had been the first month of spring when you’d first met Jaskier. It was in a nameless inn located in a backwater town far north. He was bargaining for work while he and Geralt were in town, all you wanted was a drink and some rest. During that week, you’d ended up getting far more than you’d bargained for. Jaskier was wild and fun, not at all prone to brooding and fits of melancholy. You laid in that bed that was too small for two hours on end. Laughing, joking, and talking about anything and everything that came to mind. Though most of the time, your mouth was occupied with things other than talking.

You'd opened Pandora's Box. It would only make things messy and painful when the inevitable happened. The world was dangerous enough, and you weren't talented enough to save two instead of one. You never should've even entertained it, but you were selfish. So you did, and the last time you'd seen Jaskier, you'd been drenched in rain that mingled with your tear stained cheeks. He never looked back, it seemed all too easy to shake you off.

You'd like to think he would've stuck around, but you never gave him much reason.

And what should’ve been done and over with still lingered like cheap perfume, even after six months. You couldn't shake him no matter how many bottles you emptied. Every nightmare held quiet moments, all soft smiles and glowing eyes. And when you woke, all the complications, fears, and hesitations melted away. Melancholic tinged rose colored lenses made everything seem so much simpler.

There was just you. And then there was Jaskier.

It made you believe that things could be different, that maybe, just maybe, it would work out.

Or maybe that was the burn of the whiskey going down your throat. Sitting alone at a nameless bar in a forgettable town you drank away your sorrows.

Suddenly he was there. Bathed in the warm glow of candlelight that made him appear ethereal, Jaskier. With his lute in hand, he strummed a note that cleanly rang through the room. His baby blue eyes shone like a clear sky, a stark contrast to the storm brewing in yours. He gracefully made himself the center of attention, patrons making a clear path for him. They were already enraptured and he’d only just arrived. Center stage and commanding the attention of the room, he opened his mouth, singing with that angelic voice.

Dumbfounded and off-guard, you watched, frozen in place. Everything you'd wanted, the person that haunted your every being was right in front of you. It felt like a dream and a nightmare all at once. He was a star that kept burning you.

He seemed unaware of what he had done to you, not even aware you were in the room. Or maybe he had and simply didn't care. Perhaps you were just another woman that stole his heart for a brief moment. And then he went off and fell in love with someone new.

The barkeep poured you another drink and you slid him another coin, but your eyes never left Jaskier, captivated by the way he moved around the room. You’d nearly forgotten just how effortlessly he managed to control a crowd. How easy it was for him to garner their attention and never let it go. He worked them much the same as he'd worked you.

He sang a total of four songs before taking a break. You never moved from the bar, continuing to drink until you couldn’t remember why you were drinking to begin with. So unaware of your surroundings, you wouldn’t notice if there was a war going on outside.

“Y/N?”

You turned, glancing over your shoulder. Jaskier was there, mouth agape and eyes wide. He looked as if he’d seen a ghost. He slung his lute over his back, gravitating towards you. Your posture straightened, eyes never leaving his. There was a glimmer of longing that sparked in his eyes. And it gave you a shred of hope, that maybe, just maybe, he missed you too.

“Jaskier,” you said. It was like someone had shoved cotton in your mouth, tongue tied and throat dry.

“I-- I never thought I’d see you again,” he said, taking the chair beside you. He didn’t ask and you didn’t object. "But I desperately hoped to."

“Well, here I am.” You weakly smiled, hazy mind quickly sobering up as the smell of bergamot, lavender, and a mix of spices filled your senses. You breathed it in, making sure to commit his smell to memory.

“And I’m glad for it.” He turned to the barkeep and ordered a glass of wine.

“Where’s your Witcher?” you asked, but you didn’t move your eyes from him, afraid he’d disappear if you glanced away for even a second.

“Finding the nearest brothel. It would appear he’d prefer paid company over mine,” Jaskier said, feigning offense. You laughed, the sound more akin to a snort. Jaskier smiled at the action, leaning towards you. It was a microscopic change, but you noticed it. You noticed everything he did.

“So nothing has changed?” you asked.

“Nothing has changed.” Something about the look in his eyes and the grin on his lips made you think he wasn’t just talking about Geralt’s disposition. The glimmer of hope grew bigger, nearly as bright as the scones illuminating the curves and edges of his face.

“Truly, even if Geralt’s need to keep everyone at arm’s length broke your heart?” You leaned closer, not as subtle about it as Jaskier had been.

“I’m too persistent to be run off so quickly.”

You swallowed thickly.

“Even if it doesn’t last forever?” Your voice was soft and timid, a far cry from your normal brashness.

Jaskier glanced down, his smile dimming ever so slightly and your smile mirrored his.

“Most things don’t last forever.”

Hesitantly, scared you’d read this whole scene wrong, you reached a hand out, resting it on Jaskier’s leg. He didn't move nor protest, so you kept it there.

“Now, let’s not squander our time together with sadness.”

In an instant, Jaskier did a complete 180, returning to his sunny disposition. If he felt any pain or sadness, he didn’t show it, so neither did you. Hours were spent in the tavern, laughing and drinking. It was as if you hadn’t spent six months apart. As if you hadn’t broken both Jaskier’s and your own heart.

Eventually, the night ended with the two of you drunkenly ending up in the room you’d rented, all tangled limbs and whispered words. You didn't sleep together, both too exhausted to do more than sluggishly kiss every inch of each other's faces before collapsing into the bed.

Jaskier wrapped his arms securely around you, your head resting on his chest. The beat of his heart was like a lullaby that lulled you to sleep. His fingers combed through your hair as you traced shapes onto his skin.

“Tell me you’ll be here when I wake up.” Jaskier’s voice was pleading and soft. It caused a lump in your throat and a pit in your stomach.

You deigned to not answer.

When the first rays of light hit, you were already awake. When the first rooster crowed, Jaskier woke, and when he woke it was alone. You’d already snuck out of the room and hit the road hours ago. He couldn’t find it in himself to be too disappointed and you couldn’t find it in yourself to be content with your decision.

‘It’s better this way.’

You weren’t sure you’d believed that anymore.

oOo

Emerald leaves turned gold and the warm summer breeze became bitter winds when you saw Jaskier next, nearly 4 months later. It was another tavern, he was performing another set, and you were four drinks deep before he’d even arrived. Your hair was shorter while his was longer.

But it felt like no time had passed when you first glanced at him. That first glance was the only one you could bring yourself to take. Shame had a firm grasp on you. Because he’d probably look at you with that easy charm and warm smile. He'd act as if your last meeting didn’t end with you running like a thief into the night. You'd prefer anger that you wouldn't receive. He was too understanding, too empathetic, and too...optimistic.

Six songs and three more drinks passed before he approached. He hardly seemed surprised to see you and you wished the ground would swallow you whole. There was an empty chair beside you that he claimed, ordering the wine he always did. He didn’t speak and neither did you.

“Funny seeing you here.”

Jaskier broke the silence first.

A huff of a laugh left your mouth, eyes locked on your drink.

“Can’t decide if I’m following you or you’re following me,” you weakly muttered. An attempt to cover your discomfort with humor.

“As a partaker of the arts, it is my duty to follow things of great beauty so I may make songs about them so people all over the realm can experience what I have.” He leaned closer to you.

You shook your head and smiled down at your drink.

“You wrote songs about me?” you asked, sparing a glance towards him. Only your second of the night. His blue eyes glowed with the light of a thousand stars. A single glance and any trepidation was burned away. Back in his honey trap, you were done for, again.

“You’re all I can write about, nowadays.” As he spoke with near reverence, you had no choice but to believe him. It made your heartbeat against your chest, head fuzzy and light, but not from the alcohol.

You needed to change the subject before you fell under his effortless spell completely. Though, that effort was already a lost cause.

“Where’s your Witcher now?” you asked, excepting some quip or another. Jaskier’s smile faltered, eyes dimming considerably. Something happened, something that not even Jaskier could bounce back from.

“We decided to go our separate ways,” was all he uttered. It seemed you and Geralt were more alike than initially anticipated. Seeing as you both tended to hurt the people around you.

Another pang of guilt hit your chest. Silence followed the uncomfortable kind that made you squirm in your seat. When did things with Jaskier become so…awkward.

‘Maybe after you left him…again.’ your inner thoughts chimed in. Those thoughts were pushed aside.

“I’m a fucking mess,” you blurted out before fully processing you’d spoken aloud. You clamped your mouth shut and returned your gaze to your drink. Grip so tight around the glass it turned your hand white, your face burned with embarrassment.

“I won’t argue that,” Jaskier said with a slight chuckle and shake of his head.

“What are you even doing here?” Your words were more forceful than anticipated, but you didn't take them back.

"Well I'm performing--"

"Not here as in this inn, I mean here, as in with me? Why are you sitting here with me right now?" you asked, Y/E/C eyes unwavering from his blue ones.

Jaskier slowly nodded, his smile turning more somber than it had been.

"Just uh, hoping for a happier ending I suppose," he mumbled, words nearly lost to the crowd.

You'd heard him, but wished you didn't. It only worsened your guilt.

"Why?" you asked, voice hardly above a whisper.

"I don't think I'll ever feel the same way I felt that week we spent together," he confessed, cheeks turning a pale red.

"That was almost a year by this point. Surely you've met other people?" you asked, disbelief mingling with uninhibited giddy.

"But none compared to you," he said in an almost wistful tone. "Both in the way you mend and break my heart simultaneously."

“I don’t know why I keep doing that,” you glanced at him, mouth set in a frown, eyes wide and sad. It was the most vulnerable and innocent you'd looked since you took up adventuring alone.

“Oh, I think you do,” Jaskier said, a self-effacing grin on his face. “It’s the same reason that I keep giving you the chance to leave.”

You shut your eyes for a second, gathering your dizzying thoughts.

“It feels like we were built to fall apart then come back together,” you said, the rim of your glass resting on your lips.

“Oh and I thought I was the poet,” Jaskier said, nudging his shoulder against yours. You huffed a laugh, deeply drinking from your glass.

“But I don’t want that,” you said, and after a moment passed, opened your mouth again. “Which is ironic since I’m the one who keeps making it fall apart.” A self deprecating laugh left your mouth as you took another shot of whiskey. It burned, but it felt good. A distraction from the war in your mind.

“That's true you do keep leaving,” Jaskier said, lips getting looser the more he drank. The smile on your face faltered as you rested your cheeks against your hand.

"You never asked me to stay, not when we first parted ways," you pointed out, tracing a finger along the ring of your glass.

"I didn't know you wanted me to ask," he said.

You swallowed thickly, lips downturned into a frown.

"But I would like to note, I did ask you to stay last time we met," Jaskier said, a finger pointed in your direction.

"I suppose you have a point." Your posture perked as a tentative grin returned to your face. “God I’m so stupid.” You rested your head against your hands.

“Oh I think we’re both incredibly stupid,” Jaskier said. His voice light and eyes bright as he watched you. “So how about a toast, to two idiots who can’t get it right.” He lifted his glass in the air, motioning for you to do the same.

“To two idiots,” you echoed, gently clanging your glass against his.

The rest of the night became more of a blur the more drinks that got poured. At some point, you ended up where you always did, back with Jaskier. So tangled together you couldn't discern where you ended and he began.

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Sunlight trickled into the room, the sheer curtains in the room doing nothing to block it. You were warm, arms firmly wrapped around your body, locking you in place. Slowly, your eyes opened, the edges still hazy from sleep. The distant echoes of patrons in the tavern below disturbed the quiet. Jaskier was still fast asleep, seemingly content to sleep through the day.

For a moment you contemplated running as you had before. But those thoughts were banished before they could fully form. You were done with running and done with hurting people in an attempt to save yourself. Not much of a life it was if you were leaving everyone at arm’s length.

Like a lazy cat, you stretched your body, rolling on your side and burrowing your face in Jaskier’s chest. A contented sigh left your mouth, eyes shutting once again. You heard a yawn, Jaskier’s chest vibrating with the sound.

“Hmm, what--” he began to mumble, voice thick with sleepiness, but then cut himself off. He blinked, once then twice. You were still there. Really there and not a figment of his imagination.

Seemingly contagious, it was your turn to yawn, eyes opening and meeting his afterward. He simply stared, speechless. In response, you gave him a grin, small and bright.

“You stayed.”

Your hand gently cupped the curve of his cheeks, leaning close enough that your nose tickled his.

“I stayed.”

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justanoasisimagines · 28 days

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Love

Credit to @cafekitsune for the banner and the divider.

I've been thinking about you this past summer, while I've been moving around from place to place. One job to the next. I never used to mind it, being on my own. This time it's been a struggle. I didn't know what it meant at first. Thought I was just being daft. To be honest with you, I thought burrying my head in work was the solution - as it had been in the past.

Quickly realised it wasn't working. I've spent days trying to work out what was wrong. I'd probably still be sratching my head over it an all if I didn't run into Geralt's bard a few days ago. Don't tell him this but he actually spoke sense for once.

Anyway to get to my point, I don't want to keep travelling the continment alone anymore. I don't want to return home to Kaer Morhen without knowing your going to be there with me To spend those long cold nights with.

I know I'm not the easy person to be with love. I'm grumpy, set in my ways. Right pain in the arse at times, but you make me want to be a better person. You are the person I want to spend my free time with. I want to see the snow fall in your hair, to hear your laughter bounce of the warmth. I want to be choked by your warmth, surrounded by your scent. I want you, love.

This is what this letter's been about. Telling you, I'm on my way. If you want to create a life together:; have a bag packed and be ready for me. Everyone says Witcher's can't love, but that's horseshit because I definitely love you. Your's Always, Lambert

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blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms · 1 year

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Jealousy- Jaskier (2)

Pairing: Jaskier x Reader

Characters: Jaskier

Warnings: N/A

Request: Wattpad- Can you make a one shot where Jaskier and the reader had been best friends since they were children and then as they grow older, they start to develop feelings for each other. Though they’re too scared to admit it to each other. And then when Jaskier and Geralt became famous, the reader and Jaskier started to grow apart because Jaskier was really enjoying his fame. Then the reader started noticing Jaskier hanging out with lots of women so her feelings are starting to hurt. And then one day she catches Jaskier having “fun” *winkwink* with another woman. Then the reader becomes heartbroken and all kinds of stuff. Then you know, they’re gonna talk seriously then they kiss and admit their feelings ang stuff. Their history as childhood best friends is completely up to you. All I want is some jealousy and angst and fluff mwehehe (i like hurting my feelings a bit what can I say)

Word Count: 501

Author: Charlotte

You tried to reach the stairs and head down to the main floor of the inn, hoping to find a closet or any other secluded area to figure out what you were going to do now that you saw your best friend in a compromising situation. You struggled to reach the end of the hallway before you were stopped by someone’s hand grabbing hold of your wrist.

You feared turning around to see who it was but when you heard the familiar voice say your name, you couldn’t stop turning back to see your best friend.

Jaskier’s face was almost as red as your own but unlike you, he wasn’t dressed, instead only wrapped in a sheet that he had haphazardly thrown around himself.

“I’m sorry for intruding,” you said, your words bitter and pained, something that you had hoped would be hidden from him. “I didn’t know you had company.”

He sighed, running a hand through his dark tussled hair.

“Wait… why are you upset?” He asked.

You shook your head. “I’m not upset, why would I be upset?”

Jaskier looked over your expression. Normally he could read you like a book but currently you didn’t make any sense to him. He didn’t know if it had been because you had been apart for a while, but it was unknown to him what was going on with you.

“We’ve been friends for too long for you to pretend you’re okay,” he stated. “You’re my best friend, you can talk to me.”

“Maybe that’s the problem,” you snapped.

He cocked an eyebrow at you. “I don’t understand.”

“I love you Jaskier,” you huffed. “I think I always have, and I didn’t realise how much it was going to hurt to see you with another woman. I get it, we’re just friends but I didn’t think I was about to walk in and see you like that, and I didn’t even know you were with anyone.”

You didn’t think you’d say that you didn’t think you could even think that so coherently. The two of you stood in silence for a moment before he could fully understand what you had said to him.

“You love me?” He asked.

You let out a sigh. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

His hand moved down from your wrist to take your hand in his.

“No, you should have said something ages ago,” he said. “Y/N, I’ve been in love with you since we were kids. I just never thought I had a chance with you.”

“What?” You croaked. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Why didn’t you?”

You couldn’t help but smile at him, both of you having been daft for so many years.

“So, what does this mean?” You questioned.

“It means I need to go apologise a lot to the woman in my room and then we can continue this conversation when I am a little bit more clothed,” he offered.

You nodded your head. “That sounds like a plan.”

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nataliescatorccio · 2 months

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YENNEFER OF VENGERBERG In The Witcher, ‘The Cost of Chaos’

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wyvernest · 5 months

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how do yall feel about this⁉️ (im nervous)

EDIT: POSTED‼️

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princessaxoxo · 8 months

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Angered Infatuation

Enemies to lovers

Geralt x reader

Summary: Since the day you and Geralt met, the two of you couldn’t stand one another. But fate seemed to always bring you both together. One night at a feast, you both release the anger you share.

Word count: 1.9+

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only, rough unprotected sex (p in v), angst, fingering, cussing

You’ve been the king’s royal advisor for the past few months, helping with decisions when needed and healing. Taking a walk through the village, you were on your way back but stopped short once you heard the words “ride, witcher, ride”. You could recognize the bard’s voice anywhere; walking into the tavern and playing his precious lute is Jaskier.

You watched and waited entertained as he sang, prancing around the tavern, infuriating the individuals. Their faces screwed up in annoyance, which had you in a fit of laughter. Once his last song ended, he gathered his lute and walked out the back door. You followed distantly behind him.

Sneaking up behind him, you tapped his left shoulder, making him jump in his shoes. “Why must you scare me each time we meet?” You chuckled, and the two of you went in for a hug. “I’ve missed you as well, Jaskier."

Out of all the places he could be, he was here, and you wondered why. “Jaskier, what brings you here?" His face instantly paled at the question. “Just passing through." He wasn’t telling you everything. His answer was partially truthful. You squinted your eyes at him, then looked over at the black horse next to him. You were trying to figure out why you had this sense of familiarity with the animal.

It clicked in your mind; the horse is roach, and you knew what that meant. “Only you? No companions?” You gave him a curious look, knowing the truth already. “Most certainly not,” he said, his face beginning to flush. "Jaskier, if it’s only you, then why is roach here?” he laughed awkwardly as his eyes looked past you.

Geralt’s husky voice rang through the air: “Jaskier, let’s go." You turned to face him. His white hair was pulled back, and his cloak covered the rest of him. His swords cross his back.

He felt your eyes on him. "Witcher," you remarked, dragging out the word. Geralt grumbled at the sound of your voice and choice of words. “Always a pleasure," he said sarcastically.

“What is your business here?” He turned towards you, giving you a brief overall look. He wasn't going to answer you; you would find out on your own later tonight.

Jaskier felt uncomfortable interrupting the stare-down, Geralt, and you were having “I know you two would adore to cut each other's heads off, but shall we go?" He chimed in.

Geralt got on his horse, and Jaskier grabbed his things. You watched as they both left. You found yourself wondering when you would see Geralt again and, in a sense, looking forward to it.

Both you and Geralt enjoyed the back-and-forth with each other; he found you infuriating, and you found him insufferable. It made the two of you hot, with significant sexual tension for one another.

The feast had begun, and you heard the music growing through the hallowed halls of the castle. Entering the great hall, you were surprised to see that Jaskier was providing the entertainment for tonight. The local villagers are drinking rich ale and laughing. "Y/f/n,” you heard the king call for you.

Walking over to him, you bowed, “My king.” He put his finger underneath your chin, making you look at him. His touch burned, and he disgusted you. You were hoping he couldn't tell by the look in your eyes.

“We have a special guest this evening; I would appreciate it if you’d accompany him." You smiled. “Of course, my king,” you said, making a come-here motion to the man you assumed he was speaking of.

Geralt spoke, “Thank you for having me.” His words were sour; you knew he wanted to be anywhere but here. He looked handsome; you never thought you would see Geralt dressed for such an occasion.

Geralt and you walked around the great hall without saying a word to each other. He walked away to receive some more ale, his long strides making it hard for you to keep up with him.

He leaned up against the wall. Geralt secretly liked this; knowing you had to stay with him, he decided he would make it hard on you. You were trying to appear calm, giving a proper smile to the villagers who passed by you.

However, you did want to kill him in front of everyone. A smile was on your face when you reached him. “Just because you’re an important guest tonight does not mean you get to disrespect me.” The response you received rattled you. He brought his drink to his lips, took a sip, and didn't say a word back.

Two drunken villagers began to brawl, making you turn your head toward the ruckus. It gave Geralt enough time to slip away from you. When you turned back, you huffed, realizing he had left. Your eyes were scanning the room for him, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Geralt watched you from afar, delighting in the joy of seeing you stressed. Once your eyes reached him, he raised his goblet at you.

Geralt found his way into the halls of the castle, and you started taking long strides to get to him. “I have had it with you this evening,” you said. “You look lovely, y/f/n," he replied. His eyes were on your gown; you inspected it to see if anything got on it, and he was being funny. But it looked exquisite, just as it had earlier that night.

He continued to walk, going into the dark spots of the halls. No one was here but us; everyone had gathered for the feast. You grabbed him by his arm, which stopped him. He looked down at your hand, then to your eyes, to tell you to let go of him.

The look in his eyes and face became serious. “Last time we saw each other, you were trying to kill me with that pathetic chaos of yours; that’s what you mages call it, correct?” You snarled at him, “Yes, and you as well were trying to kill me. It seems we have one thing in common."

“Don’t be modest; you know we have more in common than that.” He became closer. “Whether you want to admit it or not, our bickering, this back and forth, you like this just as much as I do."

“Why would I enjoy this?” His yellow eyes seemed to have darkened in this light. “The simple reason? It makes you want me even more."

“I would know because I feel the same way.” His confession gave you a shiver.

Goosebumps appeared on your skin, and he moved the hair from your shoulder, touching your neck. Geralt could tell your heart was accelerating; his heart was calm as always. Never wavering from its steady beat.

He moved his large hand to your hair, grabbing a hold. “Tell me you don’t want me, y/f/n, and I'll let you go and walk back to the great hall,” he growled. “Do it,” you simply said, and he roughly brought his lips to yours. His moves were so aggressive that you thought your lips would tear.

The two of you found the way to your bed chambers, ripping your dress from behind. He pushed you down on your bed, tearing off your undergarments. You tried taking off his clothing, but he didn’t allow that.

Geralt didn't care if another man had made you feel good, if another man had touched you, or if you'd even seen another man naked. He was far more interested in pouring out all the anger he felt for you tonight.

You raised the front half of your body to get a better look at him.

His body in its pure form was godly, and his muscular arms had faded scars enclosing them. You wanted them to suffocate you in the best way possible. His thighs, which were buff, looked delicious. And his cock, which was upright and standing against his stomach, had a pink tip. It made you drool; you licked your lips thoughtlessly.

He stalked toward you, smoothing his rough, large hands up your legs and thighs.

You looked into his eyes, waiting for his next move. He moved downward, lifting your legs near your head, and took a long lick from your ass to the top of your pussy. His tongue was glorious, moving diligently against your clit.

He directed his left hand to your pussy moving his fingers between your folds. He entered two of his thick fingers into you roughly and expeditiously.

You looked at him, his yellow eyes pouring into you. It didn't take long for your thighs to begin to shake, and you felt yourself coming.

He raised his head, his mouth glistening from your juices.

His hand wrapped around your small neck, pushing you down, taking out his digits, spreading you apart with his large girth, and slamming into your cunt.

The feel of his large hand around your neck made you wetter. As you wrapped your small hand around his "harder,” you saw a bit of shock in his eyes. He tightened his hold, your legs wrapped around his body, his medallion swinging over you as his movement fasted, and his hips slammed into you harshly.

“Ah fuck,” you dug your fingernails into his back, making him grunt out. He moved his thumb, smoothing over your bottom lip, and went to grip your jaw, his mouth moving brutally over yours.

The selfishness of him and keeping you down made your anger resurface; you flipped the both of you. He tried reaching for you, but you pushed him back down onto the mattress.

Your hips began to move on his cock; he dug his nails into the sides of your hips. You knew you would have bruises in the morning. “You ride this cock so fucking well," he praised you.

His hands reached up and fondled your breasts. He wrapped an arm around your back to hold you in place as he circled your nipple with his tongue, pinching the other one. You threw your head back in pleasure.

“Stay still,” he growled as he held your hips in place and pounded into you at an accelerated pace. “Yes, Geralt, yes."

Hearing his name fall from your lips made him rigid. “I’m going to make you full of my cum; that’ll be the only thing left of you.” You started to bounce on his cock savagely.

“Just like that, bouncing on my cock beautifully,” his encourging, husky voice brought you closer to your orgasm. You pulled at his roots, kissing him deeply and sucking on his tongue.

He put you on your back again, turning and pushing your face into the pillows. Your loud moans were covered. Your thighs began to shake, and he felt them, “Yes, come all over my cock.” You called out Geralt's name, your orgasm hitting hard, your head dizzy as you saw stars in your vision.

With a few more snaps of his hips, Geralt exploded inside of you, pulling his cock out and a few more spurts of his cum landed on your stomach. He watched as you swiped a finger through and licked his cum off.

He clenched his jaw. “On your hands and knees now,” you challenged him in ways no one had. It made him loathe you and love you at the same time. He planned to show you that for the rest of the night.

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destiny ~ geralt of rivia;the witcher

word count: 1749

request?: no

description: after a long, rough journey, the princess feels safe enough to sleep, so her mage talks with the witcher

pairing: geralt of rivia x female!reader

warnings: swearing, use of y/n

masterlist (one, two, three)

It was a long, tiring journey to bring Princess Ciri to find her destiny; the Witcher. The poor girl, only a child, had seen far more than anyone her age should ever see. Her grandmother had been smart enough to send a Mage with her at least, but there was only so much one Mage could do against the threats they had faced. When they had finally found him, stood alone after his own battle, and Ciri ran to embrace him, (Y/N) sighed in relief and finally allowed her body to relax.

They set up camp for the night. Geralt promised them he would find them somewhere with an actual bed for the next night, but Ciri could care less about where she was sleeping. (Y/N) knew she felt relieved, too. And finally the young princess could sleep knowing that she was safe.

Ciri was sound asleep next to a fire (Y/N) had built to keep her warm. The Mage was sat against a tree nearby, just watching. Knowing that Ciri was safe, that she felt safe enough to finally let her guard down, gave (Y/N) such a sense of relief that she felt like she could finally breathe again.

“You should be sleeping as well.”

(Y/N) looked up to see Geralt stood over her. She was surprised a man of his size was able to move so silently, but then again it was probably a skill he had to pick up as a Witcher.

“I would imagine you are just as exhausted as she,” he said.

“I am,” (YN) confirmed. “But not so exhausted that my body wishes to rest just yet. I guess it hasn’t realized yet that there is no threat anymore.”

“There are still plenty of threats.”

She shook her head. “Not tonight. Tonight, she rests soundly, and she is safe.”

Geralt looked over at the sleeping girl. For years he had been trying to deny Ciri. He didn’t believe in destiny, and he was the last person who should be looking after a child. But now that she was here, unharmed and at peace, he couldn’t deny that he felt relief as well. There were still plenty of threats out there, that much was still true, but he decided to agree with (Y/N) just this once. Tonight, they were all safe.

Geralt sat across from her. “You did well in protecting her. She likely wouldn’t have made it this far on her own.”

“That’s what I was afraid of,” (Y/N) admitted. “I promised her grandmother that nothing would happen to her, and I am not one to break a promise.”

“I was unaware that Queen Calanthe had a Mage in her kingdom.”

“I’m not a royal Mage. Just an old friend that she asked a favor of.”

“A very good friend to risk your life.”

(Y/N) smiled and shrugged. “I have known Ciri since birth, and her mother before her. I would do anything to keep that girl safe.”

She was gazing at Ciri again. Geralt noticed the look on her face. “Do you have children of your own?”

“Oh, Gods no. Those are very uncommon in my line of work.”

“No lover either, then?”

She chuckled. “Also very uncommon. It’s hard to let yourself fall in love when you are immortal.”

Geralt wasn’t sure why he even asked. It felt like the logical next question after asking if she had children, but Geralt cared very little if she had said yes to having a lover. Or, so he thought anyways.

(Y/N) looked back to him, a sly grin on her face. “Queen Calnthe told me about your ties to Ciri.”

Geralt grunted. “I’m sure she did.”

“She could hardly tell the story without a string of profanities.” (Y/N) giggled. “No one has ever made the queen more angry than Geralt of Rivia.”

Geralt found himself smiling as well.

“Well,” (Y/N) said, tilting her head a little. “Would you look at that.”

“What?” he asked.

“The Witcher smiles. And he looks quiet handsome doing so.”

(Y/N) was nothing if not forward. One does not live for many decades and not become bold and forward. She felt a little delight when she saw a brief look of shock on Geralt’s face. She certainly wasn’t lying, though. Anyone with eyes could see that Geralt was good looking. She was sure he was able to use that to his advantage as well.

Silence fell over them. The only sounds were the wildlife around them and the crackling fire. Both of them turned to check on Ciri at the same time, as if some sort of instinct kicked in for them both. (Y/N) took Geralt’s distraction as an opportunity to really study him. She had seen a look in his eyes when Ciri had run to him earlier, but it was so brief that she couldn’t place it at the time. He had been wearing his tough guy mask since, except for this moment. As he gazed at Ciri, (Y/N) could see two emotions on his face: relief and worry.

“The queen also told me,” (Y/N) said, drawing Geralt’s attention back to her, “that you weren’t going to claim Cirilla at first. She said you called Law of Surprise without truly believing in it.”

Geralt grunted. “All that bullshit about destiny. I didn’t believe any of it. I called Law of Surprise because they insisted on something for me saving Urcheon’s life. I didn’t actually believe I would get anything.”

“And yet...” (Y/N) glanced towards the sleeping princess.

He nodded. “I didn’t want a child by any means. This is not a life for a child. If destiny is real, it has played a cruel trick on her.”

“Or it has given her a father that she so dearly needed after her own passed.”

“And a mother?”

(Y/N) smiled. She couldn’t help it. She hadn’t thought about the next step after Ciri was united with Geralt. Truthfully, she didn’t want to think about it. The thought of being separated from Ciri hurt too much, but she didn’t expect Geralt to want her to travel with them. He had been travelling alone for so many years that she was sure it would take time for him to get used to Ciri being with him, let alone if (Y/N) joined as well. She felt full of joy hearing Geralt insinuate that he wanted her to continue travelling with them as well. She wasn’t ready to say goodbye to Ciri just yet, or to Geralt for that matter.

“What a family we’d be,” she laughed. “A Witcher, a Mage, and a princess. Sounds like the beginning of a terrible joke.”

Geralt chuckled as well. (Y/N)’s smile broke as she let out a yawn.

“You should get some sleep,” Geralt told her.

“As should you.”

“I will.”

(Y/N) nodded. She wasn’t in any position to argue with him over whether or not he was actually going to sleep. She could feel herself finally being bogged down by her fatigue and knew it wouldn’t be long until she gave in completely.

Geralt’s eyes followed her as she moved to her knees. Instead of rising, she leaned towards him to close the gap between them. She lightly pressed her lips to his cheek, leaving a gentle kiss there before pulling away. He tried to keep his face unchanged as she sat back to look at him.

“Goodnight, Geralt.”

“Goodnight, (Y/N).”

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The sun was high in the sky when (Y/N) woke the next day. The fire had gone out and the heat was instead replaced by the scorching sun. (Y/N) blinked a few times, trying to get her eyes used to the brightness of day. When she finally managed to clear her vision, she noticed she was alone at the camp.

She quickly sat up and looked around. There was barely any signs that anyone else had ever been here. Just the kindle left over from the fire she had lit for Ciri. She felt herself beginning to panic. Had they left her? Had someone taken Ciri and Geralt went after them? Had Geralt changed his mind about having her join them?

She was getting to her feet when she heard the sound of horse hooves against the ground. A horse broke through the clearing in a fast trot before coming to a stop. (Y/N) breathed a sigh of relief when Ciri jumped down from the back of the horse.

“Good morning,” the young princess said, walking up to wrap her arms around (Y/N). The Mage was taken back by the gesture at first, but then happily hugged Ciri back.

“More like good afternoon,” Geralt commented, jumping down from his horse as well. “You’ve been asleep for hours. We went on to find food without you.”

“Forgive me for being tired,” (Y/N) said, playfully glaring at Geralt. To Ciri, she asked, “Did you sleep well, princess?”

“The best I’ve slept since we left Cintra,” Ciri admitted.

(Y/N) smiled and cupped her face. “You are safe now, princess. The Witcher and I will look after you and make sure no one will cause you any harm.”

Ciri looked between (Y/N) and Geralt, a smile pulling at the corners of her lips. “You’ll be staying with us?”

“Of course. I’ve come too far in this journey to let you go on without me. Although, I will need something to eat in order to continue on.”

She eyed Geralt. He chuckled and said, “Alright then, let’s find you something to eat as well.”

They went on foot with Geralt leading his horse behind him. Ciri was between the two of them, protected by her Mage and her Witcher.

“I was thinking,” Geralt said after some time of walking, “about our discussion last night. About destiny.”

(Y/N) looked over at him. “Yes?”

“Maybe there is such thing as destiny, and maybe it isn’t as bad as I once thought.”

“And what brought you to that conclusion?”

“Ciri was meant to be my destiny, but she wasn’t the only good thing that destiny brought to me.”

He looked directly at her when he spoke. She felt her heart flutter in her chest. She had no good response, so she just kept walking, a smile on her face.

She would have to thank destiny for bringing her to Geralt as well.

#geralt of rivia #geralt x reader #geralt of rivia imagine #henry cavill #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill x reader #the witcher #the witcher imagine #imagine #one shot #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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golyadkin · 12 days

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Long live King Radovid

#the witcher #radovid #the witcher netflix #fanart #blood //#high skinner #art tag #the second i saw this shot i was like yeah that's getting a study #one day i will learn to paint hair #but not today #study

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write-ur-wrongs · 6 months

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Stayaway

In an attempt to get out of funk, here is a very short, not edited, written-directly-into-tumblr, song-inspired grealt x reader fic. Inspired by Stayaway by MUNA (the best band in the world, begging y'all to listen to their music you will be forever changed!!).

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"Come on! I know you're home, I followed you!"

The bard was yelling and banging on your door incessantly and you knew you had to answer eventually. The bastard followed you home after all, he knows where you live.

"I'm not home!" you shouted back, delusional.

"Y/N! I may be a fool but I'm not stupid," he replied, and you could hear the familiar smile pulling at his lips, "Now open up! The door and your heart!"

"Jask," you sighed, laughing despite yourself at his poetic antics, "go away!"

"No! I miss you!"

"I'm not home!" you tried again, will wavering.

"Y/N!" he pleaded, and you swore you could hear half that cursed smile pull down into a pout.

You rested your forehead against the door and bit your lip, debating. All the while, your hand betrayed you, reached for the doorknob and turned it open.

Before you knew it, you were face to face with an old friend and while the sight of him filled you with joy, you were also flooded with other, less welcome feelings of remembrance.

"Y/N!" he exclaimed, pushing himself into your home and saving you from dwelling on the heavy memories that tried to creep up over you. "You're home, what are the odds?"

"Hilarious as always, Jaskier," you said, closing the door behind him. "What brings you to my little hamlet?"

"Fate, chance, what have you," he said, his cheery demeanor working overtime to cover for his abject curiosity, "The sea called and I had to answer. You know how it is."

"I do, do I?"

"Don't you? I mean you just disappeared... I assumed something called and you, you know, answered?" His tone stayed light, the practiced levity of someone who's spent years buttering people up for information all while staying neutral.

"I guess..." you bit your cheek, busying yourself by playing hostess, and pouring you both a glass of wine, "things changed and I thought, 'hell, why not change too?'"

"Fair enough... oh thank you."

"Of course," you said, taking a sip of wine yourself before guiding you both towards your couch, "but seriously Jaskier, why are you here?"

"Seriously? I was just passing through on my way to Oxenfurt when I saw a familiar face. A face I thought I'd never see again..."

You looked up from your glass then, but immediately regretted it when you met the bard's earnest gaze.

"Yennefer thought she saw you in Novigrad a while back but then... nothing. We thought you were gone for good."

"Jaskier, come on," you pleaded, praying he wouldn't elaborate on who 'we' entailed, while another, less disciplined part of you hoped for the opposite. Maybe if you knew he missed you, maybe if you knew he was looking for you... maybe you could let yourself be found.

No!

"Don't shake your head at me, Y/N. You disappear from the city, you quit your job, no one has seen you at the pub, the library - anywhere!"

"I- I know... but Jask," you stammered, trying to start three sentences at once and fumbling them all.

"I mean, you loved your job, didn't you? And what about us?" he asked, voice cracking slightly. "Gods, was the breakup that bad?"

"The thing is, Jask," you sputtered between large sips of wine, "It wasn't. It was easy, actually. He did what he always does when we fight; scowl, shut down, turn away, and then take it out on our friends. The break was clean."

"If it was so clean, then why did you leave?"

"It's the rest of it! The, the staying away that was, is impossible. If I had stayed and kept going it out with you guys, we'd drink and dance and I'd wonder where he is. Or one moment I'd be at the library studying and the next, Yen be asking me about the breakup and trying to 'cheer' me up by bringing up the good times and next thing you know? I'm answering the door for him when he rolls back into town injured and brooding. I couldn't stand it! I- I couldn't risk it."

"That's -"

"Pathetic? I know."

"No! No, but if there were so many good times, so many reasons to go back then why not-"

"Damn it, Jaskier! This is why I had to leave." You said, gesturing between the two of you before dropping your hand on your lap with a smack. "If I let him back in, then he's not the man who broke my heart anymore. Not the one who told me I was overemotional for being worried when he'd disappear for months. Suddenly everything is fine... until it's not and I'm hurt and alone again."

You felt tears begin to prick the back of your eyes and shoved the heel of your palms into them to force them down.

"Hey... Y/N," Jaskier said, gently pulling your hands away from your eyes and taking them in his. "I'm sorry, I didn't know..."

"It's okay," you said, giving your friends hands a squeeze and looking up to the ceiling, letting your tears fall for a moment, "I'm okay."

"Y/N..."

"Oh alright, but I'll be okay," you amended, laughing at yourself lightly and wiping the tears away. "Jaskier, don't look so sad. I just need time, space, distance... I will be fine."

Your words had little effect on your friend though, who seemed to grow more anxious and sad with every passing moment. You quirked your brow at him and shoved his shoulder playfully, trying to break the mood.

"Jaskier, will you relax?" you asked, desperate to get him to smile now. You really had missed Jaskier and now that he was here, you realized how much you wanted him to stick around.

"Y/N, I'm really sorry." He whispered, refusing to meet your gaze.

You were about to try another lighthearted quip when you heard a knock at your door. Not someone knocking, just a knock. One quick but deliberate rap.

"Who...?" you heard yourself asking, even though you only ever knew one person who knocked on doors like that.

"Y/N, I'm so so sorry," Jaskier kept repeating. "I really didn't know. I never would have told him if I'd known."

Your mouth was bone dry but you couldn't get your hand to reach for your glass of wine. You just kept staring at Jaskier, watching him babble.

"I'll go tell him to leave, Y/N, I'm so sorry," you heard him say, his voice barely registering over the ringing in your ears.

You felt him get up off the couch, your blurred vision registering the now empty spot on the couch only after you heard your door be pulled open.

Every fiber of your being was on fire. You were frozen. You wanted to throw yourself on the floor. You wanted to run to him.

"Y/N..." you heard him say. Fuck he sounded sad. You wanted to hold him, tell him it'll be okay. You wanted to slam the door in his face. You forgive him. You'll never forgive yourself.

Against your better judgement, you felt yourself to turn look towards the front door and your breath caught when you saw him.

Gods above, you thought, he should have stayed away.

#geralt of rivia #the witcher netflix #geralt x reader #the witcher fanfiction #fanfiction #geralt of rivia x reader #the witcher series #the witcher x reader #witcher fanfiction #the witcher fic #muna #song fic #one shot #angst #jaskier fanfic #dandelion

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mercisnm · 10 months

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"Mages like us…"

A portrait that turned into a pair of portraits that turned into a triptych. Individual pieces for better resolution:

#tissaia de vries #yennefer of vengerberg #the witcher #sometimes i draw things #tissaia and her fucked up little one shot spell. i did not know the pretty ball of sparkling energy pulverises folks #now that i know... it's still pretty. still going to draw it #first i was: yayay yen with a sword gotta draw her #then: hmmm she looks lonely. let's add tissaia #arwen: make it a triptych #i went a bit mad for the centerpiece and the fact that i hate doing background jfs #procreate #digital art

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Pages Of The Heart - Jaskier

Summary: Though you are a soon to be wed noble, a bard who plays at the announcement of your engagement captures your heart. But is this just a passing fancy? You must decide if you will risk everything to be with him.

Word Count: 1,257

Warnings: Implied smut, tiny bit of angst

Despite the joy and merriment that filled the ballroom, the celebration announcing your engagement was a drab, melancholy sort of affair for you. You’d been saddled to a man that was over twice your age, several times widowed and about as lively as a wooden board. He carried a sizable fortune and offered certain political advantages that your parents had prioritized over your happiness.

The music, at least, provided you with some entertainment. The musician made his way around the room, playing tunes unfamiliar to you. Original works, you assumed. A true creative type. You could have bet money that your betrothed couldn’t write a two line poem should his life have depended upon it. As the musician circled the crowd, you could tell he was the absolute life and soul of the party. You’d be much happier if you even possessed an ounce of his contagiously bright energy.

When he finally stopped in front of you and your betrothed, he gave you a nod and a wink that you could have swore was flirtatious in nature. And, perhaps against your better judgement, you let yourself be charmed. He was young, handsome and charismatic, so why not let yourself have a little enjoyment in this otherwise miserable arrangement?

As the party wound down, the music exchanged in favor of conversation, you found yourself listless, and in desperate need of an escape. So, scanning the crowd, you found your bard as he slipped out of the main ballroom, no doubt having collected his coin for his performance and ready to set out for places far from here. Oh how you wish you could live a life like you imagined he did; free to roam and bring happiness to others.

You politely excused yourself as well, hoping to get one last look at the dashing bard before he disappeared from your life for good, maybe even get a word with him, tell him how much you appreciated his performance. But when you got to the hallway, he was nowhere in sight. Sighing, you made your way down to the library, your favorite part of the illustrious castle you’d grown up in. You could have easily spent your life as a scribe if given the chance. It may be a quiet life, but you could read, experience new worlds and share those worlds with others.

You picked a book from the shelf, one of your favorites, as was evident by the lack of dust on the top of its pages and its spine. Yet it wasn’t as you had left it. It bore an unfamiliar marker between its pages, so naturally, you flipped to it to investigate. It was a piece of folded parchment. You unfolded it to read the message within.

My dear royal heir, I could not help but notice your sad eyes on what should be a happy day. I hope I am right in leaving this here that you will smile at reading that I wish you all of life's little happinesses. Your bard, Jaskier.

He’d been here. You wondered if he still was. The library was not a small one, so you supposed it possible that your bard, Jaskier, may still be hiding among the stacks. Did he wish for you to find him, or was this all a silly little game you’d made up in your head in hopes that one last adventure could soothe your troubled soul? Only one way to find out.

You crept around as quietly as you could in search of him, stopping at the locations where all your favorite books resided, hoping he’d seen the similar pattern of the lack of dust as you had. Finally, you found another clue. Another one of your favorites contained one of Jaskier's notes.

Closer, fair noble. One could turn and come face to face with the object of their desire. Choose wisely. I’ll give you a moment to decide. Say no, and I will leave, but turn, and I shall offer you a gift. — Jaskier.

Perhaps you should have been frightened. You weren’t, however. Some part of you innately trusted him. You believed he would not seek to deceive you. You’d known too many that had tried, and had learned what to expect from such tricksters. So, decision made, you turned.

Jaskier stood before you now, though how he had gotten there without you hearing a thing was something of a miracle. In his hand he offered an opal ring. Where he’d come to possess such a thing was anyone's guess. He saw your skeptical look, and decided to explain. "One of your other nobles bestowed this upon me as a tip, and I could only think of how such a beautiful piece should only be worn by one who matched its beauty, and I don’t think it’s quite my style. Perhaps it is yours?"

You smiled, and to Jaskier it was a vision in the darkness of the library, lighting up the small space between you in the big room. Taking that as your own form of acceptance, he gently reached for your hand and slipped the ring onto your finger.

"Jaskier," you stumbled, barely getting his name to pass your lips. You were shaking with nerves. But here, alone with him, was an opportunity you may never see again. He was but a stranger, yet you could not shake the feeling that he was the man that was meant for you. "Will you stay here with me? I have neither the wish nor the will to go back to the festivities, nor to the man that has been chosen for me. I cannot give myself to him, but I would give my heart and my body freely if it were you."

Surprised at your words, Jaskier needed a moment to know how to respond. It’s not as if he hadn’t had his fair share of offers of this nature, but you seemed in a potentially fragile state, and he did not wish to take advantage. "I should not wish to impose myself upon you."

"You are not imposing when it is I who have asked," you told him. True enough, he surmised. "Lay with me. Right here. It is one place I know we shan’t be found."

And he did. He laid his coat down on the floor, providing some barrier between you and the hard, old, wooden floors that lie beneath. He touched and kissed you with a tenderness you knew you would never be granted with anyone else. You undressed one another, bodies now lit by only the moonlight and you made love. You knew if you kept the life laid out for you, that this would be the one memory you held onto to get yourself through it. Here, in Jaskier's arms was as free as you’d ever feel again.

"Run away with me," he said, the back of his hand running up and down your side, feeling the curves of your body.

"I can’t, I couldn’t," you replied. But why couldn’t you?

"You can, if you let yourself," he informed. "We could travel, see the world. Judging by the books you’ve read, you seem to me like a traveler, so travel with me. I may not be a fighter, but I will always keep you safe. More importantly, happy."

It was in this moment that you realized he was right. There was nothing that would make you happier than escaping, seeing the world, and sharing it with Jaskier. "Alright," you agreed. "Let’s go see the world."

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