THE WITCHER X READERS

[JASKIER DRABBLE]

Prompt G12: Slow dancing

Warnings: angsty-ish at the beginning???

Word count: 302

You weren't there to party, but you still felt out of place. Geralt tried to find the host to ask about the demon the nearby village claimed to be in the castle, and Jaskier was jamming along the music with his lute, where as you sat miserably at the corner table, just watching others having fun.

You found yourself dreaming about Jaskier asking you to dance. You'd take his hand, slightly surprised when he asks, and then you'd start dancing, gliding across the dance floor and making everyone else disappear. You'd look in his eyes, he'd say something flirty and you'd bury your face against his shoulder in embarrassment, the song slowing down until you'd just sway there, holding each other and you'd smile, cherishing the moment. Then he'd slowly stop dancing, take a hold of your biceps, stare right into your eyes and put his hand under your chin and lean in...

"Y/N?" you were startled off from your daydreaming and looked up to see Jaskier standing in front of you. You blinked at him.

"Huh? What is it?" you asked, and Jaskier smiled sheepishly.

"I was wondering... everyone else here is having fun. You look quite lonely. So... may I have this dance?"

You blinked at him again, looking around as to be sure this wasn't a dream - but if it was, you should take the joy out of it when you still could. So you smiled and accepted his outstretched hand.

"Yes, Jaskier. You may have this dance."