His Little Bird: Jaskier

Chapter 7

Many years later...

Somehow, the time flew by faster than Y/n intended it to. Many years passed since she last saw the bard, and she had spent every one of them with a deeply irritating Geralt. He was getting grumpier and grumpier by the day, losing sleep and bursting out in anger. Monsters were at an all time high, thankfully, for it allowed Geralt something else to do other than to brood about the child surprise he unwillingly gave himself. Y/n nearly left his side for good twice, but she knew she couldn't. They had been through far too much together for her to leave now, especially when he had no one else.

Well, almost no one.

Geralt had decided that the only way that he would be able to get any peace would be to find a djinn and use the three wishes the being granted him. When he told Y/n of his plan, at first she laughed, thinking he was joking. But he was not amused, nor was he jesting with her. She quickly realized he was serious when he grabbed a fishing net and made his way to a nearby lake in Rinde where villagers had said an old djinn bottle was lurking somewhere in the murky water. With Roach and Windchaser at her side, she watched as Geralt went to various different spots off the edge of the water and threw in the net. He came up empty every time.

Y/n had lowered herself to the ground, sitting and leaning up against a tree with her hood down. Her golden hair moved with the wind as she waited patiently, watching as Geralt struggled with his task. "You could help, you know," he grumbled out, not looking her way as he pulled the net in again to re-toss it out.

"I could, but I'm not really looking forward to you finding a djinn, nor am I looking for one myself," Y/n retorted back, taking a drink out of her water skin and wiping the back of her hand against her mouth to remove any droplets. "Geralt, come on. It's been hours."

"No. It's in this lake. I just need to find it," Geralt nearly snapped, tossing the pathetically small fishing net into the brown water again.

"Cause you all know that this bard

Loved ladies from Nilfgaard."

Y/n heard a voice singing near them, and put her hand on the hilt of her sword. She quickly stood, but when she saw an approaching figure clad in light blue, she paused. She hadn't seen the man in years, but he hadn't changed a bit. He hadn't noticed her yet, for he was drinking from a flask in his hand and singing, as he usually was. His blue doublet was unbuttoned all the way, allowing her to see his partially unbuttoned chemise and his chest, which he always had on display for passing ladies.

"Cause Nilfgaard can kiss my... Geralt! Hello," Jaskier exclaimed when he saw the witcher, who was still focused on tossing his net into the water. Y/n hid herself slightly behind her horse, who whinnied at her attempt. "What's it been? Months? Years? What is time, anyway? I heard you were in town. Are you following me, you scamp? I mean, I'm flattered and everything, but you should really think about getting a hobby one of these days." Jaskier did a little look around, his eyes trying to catch a certain head of golden hair. "Do tell, where is that lovely creature you call your companion? I do miss her breathtaking voice and shining personality."

Y/n stepped out from behind Windchaser, pretending to have had to grab something before facing him. "Hello, Jaskier," she greeted him, and his eyes circled over her form. "It's been a while."

"Yet you remain as beautiful as dew upon a garden of roses after the first spring shower, my little bird," Jaskier poetically exclaimed, and Geralt rolled his eyes. Y/n recalled her strange emotions on that night, her body betraying her mind with every look towards the bard. She thought spending time away from him would solve that, but she, surprisingly, found herself missing his company. Jaskier brought a light into her life that simply did not exist before their meeting, even if she despised his presence when they first acquainted. Jaskier took a drink from his flask, wincing at the taste before offering some to Geralt. When the witcher did not respond, Jaskier attempted to make his own coversation. "'How are you doing?' I hear you ask."