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Jaskier x female!reader [[The Witcher]]

Of Thoughts and Actions

!Season three spoilers!

You watched the scene in front of you unfold with a smile on your face. Jaskier's sweet voice was slowly lulling Ciri to sleep, after you had spent the evening playing cards against each other. Jaskier, of course, had lost all of his money to the young girl. Finally seeing her smiling again, having fun again, after all she's been through lately, made you feel like it was still worth fighting for. For Ciri, and her future.

"What are you thinking about?"

Your head shot up, as Jaskier suddenly stood in front of you, his slender frame towering above you.
"Just thinking about our journey so far", You mumbled, as you slowly stood up, starting to gather the plates at cups from the small table you had been playing cards at, until a few minutes ago.
"Anything in particular?", Jaskier smiled, as he helped you clean up, picking up a plate.
"Oh, maybe the one time, Geralt and I saved your ass?", you chuckled, playfully hitting his arm.
Jaskier mockingly opened his mouth, acting like he was utterly shocked by your words.

"Fine then", he mumbled, stepping closer to me,"Remember when I taught you how to dance, that one particular evening where you had too much ale?"

You felt your cheeks redden, as you remembered how much of a fool you had made yourself. even Geralt had laughed at your sloppy dance moves, and Geralt never laughed, ever.

Jaskier had seemed to notice your discomfort and slowly stepped closer. He looked down at you for a second, before carefully grabbing your hands.
"You know, I always thought you were the most beautiful Dancer, I had ever seen in my life.", he smiled, causing you to blush even more. Since when were you so easily flushed? You were a great fighter, that had been through many battles along with your companions. But now you were a blushing mess in front of the smiling bard.
When you didn't say anything in return, Jaskier just continued to recount the story:"Not because you were the best at dancing or the most experienced, but because you enjoyed yourself. You were having fun to no end, just being yourself. That's what I've always loved about you, Y/N."
You were speechless at this point. You always knew that what you felt for Jaskier was different than what you felt for Yennefer or Geralt. It was more than friendship. But you never believed that he was feeling the same way, in fact you still didn't believe it.

Against all your better judgement, you slowly pulled your hands away from Jaskier and excused yourself, saying that you needed some fresh air. And within seconds, you had left the small hut, stepping out into the night.

Taking in a deep breath, you looked up admiring the stars that glistened in the sky. Upon seeing your breath come out in small huffs, you realised how cold it was. You slowly started walking around a bit to conjure some warmth, but it had no effort. After two laps around the hutt, you were still shivering. You debated going back inside for a second, but you didn't quite know if you were ready to talk to Jaskier again.

The decision was made for you, as you felt how Jaskier's coat was being wrapped around you. The purple material easily engulfed your form, preventing you from shivering. You turned your head to see said bard standing behind you, one of his hands was resting on the small of your back, as he wrapped the coat further around your form.

"Thank you.", you mumbled, looking back down.
"You seemed cold", he smiled, now stepping in front of you. His hands came up to adjust the collar around you. You felt his touch linger, as his bright eyes shifted towards your face.
"Y/N", he suddenly said. His hand rose to gently caress your cheek. Slowly leaning into his touch, you listened to his shallow breathing to calm yourself down.

"Jaskier.", you finally said, looking up at him.
He only sighed, seemingly not really knowing what to say:"I-I havent been honest with you,Y/N"
"About what?", you uttered quietly. He didn't say anything for a second, just staring at you as if you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

"I really want to kiss you.", he suddenly blurted out.
You only smiled at him:"then do it."

It only took Jaskier mere seconds to press his lips to yours. You felt his hands pulling you closer by the waist, as he deepened the kiss, his lips softly working against yours. Only as you parted, you actually realised what had just happened. Yours eyes widened, as you looked at his dreamy face.
"I've wanted to do that for ages", he admitted. A smile crossed your lips at his words:"I'm glad that you finally did."
"Oh I could kiss you again a thousand times, my love", he chuckled, slightly squeezing your waist.
"I wouldn't have a problem with that", you whispered, before connecting your lips with his once more.


Bonus:
Ciri's eyes slowly fluttered open, as the soft sunlight hit her face. Upon sitting up in her bed, she started to look around the room in search for her two friends. She expected them to be in their separate beds, still sleeping but Ciri couldn't help but to smile at what she saw in front of her.
Right there, just a few metres away from her, you and Jaskier were huddled up together in the tiny bed. She could barely see your smaller form, as Jaskier was laying on top of you, his head resting on your chest.
"I knew it", she mumbled to herself, before slowly getting up to get ready for the day.

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