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Request: Witcher request if you’re still taking them: Jaskier imagine where the reader travels with him and Geralt and they realise they like each other after bonding over their mutual criticism of everything Geralt does (including Yennefer)

Pairing: Jaskier x Reader Word Count: 850 Please don’t plagiarize my work!

“Ugh.”

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What Was Lost —  Pt 1 (Jaskier x Reader) || Witcher

A/N: Okay so i started writing this and it was superrrr long, so i decided to split it into two. The second part will come out tomorrow, don’t you worry. Anyway, this is yet another entry for @thewitcherbingo​ so I hope everyone enjoys! Also, this was based on a post in the witcher tag that is linked below :)

Summary: Y/N, a famous bard, is cursed by a sorceress and loses her voice, leaving her only hope to get it back with the famous Witcher and her rival, Jaskier.

(based on this post)

Bingo Square Filled: Rivalry

Warnings: mentions of loss, grief, death, sex, drinking all the good stuff lmao; also fluff and angst!!

Word Count: 2,257

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(Pt 2)

Loss was not something you were unfamiliar with.

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Friends Don’t Keep Secrets

A/N: Greetings, friends! I sincerely apologize for not posting recently; I’ve come down with a nasty headcold and just haven’t had the physical energy to write. I promise I’ll get back to it very very soon! You guys seem to really like Jaskier as a Ler. I can’t say that I disagree. This is a request fic from a lovely anon, so wherever you are, I truly hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Ler!Jaskier x Lee!Reader

Prompt(s): #19 “Not there, you say? You shouldn’t have said that,”

Summary: You and Jaskier have been close friends for quite a while, but there’s one thing he hasn’t learned about you. When this comes to his attention, he’ll never let you live it down.

Warnings: None

WC: 1.2k

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You’d travelled as a companion to the witcher for many months now, alongside Jaskier the infamous bard. The three of you had bonded like a family (although Geralt would likely never admit it) and you considered them your closest friends—Jaskier, especially.

While Geralt was out hunting monsters or just not speaking much at all in general, Jaskier was there to keep you company, and so the two of you became fast friends. He told you about his life as a bard, the things he’s seen and places he’s been, while you told him about your own life in return. You shared jokes, secrets, hopes and dreams. You looked out for each other when Geralt wasn’t around, and both got amusement from annoying him when he was.

Sometimes, Jaskier would even let you help him write his songs—but the lute was off limits. It always was.

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Let Me Take Care of You ; Jaskier

Summary: Jaskier is cute when he’s red in the face and stuttering under you. You won’t tell him how cute he is when he cums in his pants, you’ll show it to him instead.

Pairing: Jaskier x Reader

Word Count: 898

Genre: Smut, PWP

Warning(s): NSFW, PWP (Porn without plot), No vaginal penetration, Non-penetrative sex, Premature ejaculation, Dry humping, Dominant!Reader, Submissive!Jaskier

A/N: Jaskier is cute. This is cross-posted on Ao3 at ItsAutumnHereFriend.

For a person like Jaskier, who is all confidence and charisma in performance in singing and bedding alike–after all, as much as he is the one boasting about his capabilities in sex, so are the women, only in hushed whispers and red faces–to feel the tremble in his legs and touch is like liquid courage coursing through your veins.

Naturally, the want to feel it more is the only thought that bothers to run through your sex-addled mind.

Your thighs squeeze against his as you grind your hips against his.  Fingers purse against clothing, two sets of hands both equally wanting.

He can write sonnets and songs about yours, but you much prefer the taste of him–the sound of him.  His whines are heavenly in your ears as they arise in cacophony as you kiss up his neck.  He captures your lips first, and his songs are just as sweet as the taste of his lips.

When he pulls away, his face is flushed, breathing deeply with his hands purchased on your clothed hips.  The very look of him has you biting back a moan.  He bucks up against you, unable to pull away from the blossoming pleasure in the pit of his stomach and yours.

“Can you-” he hums as you press your lips to his.  He isn’t the only one unable to chase his pleasure.  He nearly groans at your fucked-out look.  With you on his lap, riding away as if he were already inside you–to every god who cares to listen, his songs of you would surely reach the heavens at this rate.

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Kill Your Darlings — Ch. 1 (Jaskier x Assassin!Reader) || Witcher

A/N: So this is the start to my first ever series (yeah im not nervous posting this at all). I’ll be posting one chapter each Friday! This is more of a prologue, but definitely worth the read for the background! Overall, I have to warn you, this story is a very slow burn. I haven’t finished writing it yet, but I know some ~things~ take a while to happen, so stick around!

Anyway, your comments and feedback are more than appreciated, so don’t be afraid to leave me some messages :)

Also, if you’re @ on the taglist is italicized, it means it wouldn’t let me tag you, so you might have to change your settings :)

Summary: Y/N, a skilled assassin, gets their newly assigned target.

Warnings: language, mentions of death/killing/murder, mentions of abuse and r*pe, alcohol consumption

Words: 1,996

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Taverns were one of your least favorite places to meet. The stench of the unfortunate man’s breath wafted through the air, on top of the lingering odor of cheap alcohol. Men staggered around with their mouths wide open, yelling obscenities — women pulled down their dresses just enough to gain attention, glaring at anyone who passed. Everyone was way too loud, as if the sound of their slurred words were more valued over anyone else’s.

Your hood hung low over your head, just high enough to leave space for you to see. Your eyes immediately scanned the tavern — it was smaller than the usual ones you met at, but just as packed. The stuffiness of the room practically smacked you in the face as soon as you walked in, almost making you scrunch your nose. The smell was way worse than you remembered.

You kept your face stiff as your eyes stopped at a table near the back. Without a second thought, you made your way past the piles of people and towards the familiar head of hair you would recognize in a mass of a hundred people.

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Kill Your Darlings Ch. 5 (Jaskier x Assassin!Reader) || Witcher

A/N: Hello all! I hope you are having a good day and getting through these rough times okay. This chapter is nice and long, so hopefully you guys can distract yourselves with this story. As always, make sure to stay as safe as possible 💙

Your comments and feedback are always encouraged and mean a lot to me!

Summary: Trust can be built — but easily broken.

Warnings: language, mentions of death/killing, slight descriptions of violence, two dumbos being dumbos

Words: 3,549

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You realized as you stepped outside of the inn that you were in there overnight. Your injuries must have been pretty bad if you were knocked out that long, but you didn’t feel too much pain right now. Whatever those two did to patch you up, they must have used something powerful.

You breathed in the fresh air and closed your eyes, trying to collect your thoughts. Nothing like this had ever happened to you before. An assignment gone wrong, yes — there were multiple times where your target tried to fight back, but to no avail. But never in your experience had a case been…wrong. Or at least, not proven to be. You shook the thought as soon as it entered your head. No way Rauf would slip up more than once. It must have been a small error — one that you were glad you stumbled upon before killing a possibly innocent man.

But nothing was truly set in stone. The witcher and bard could have lied with no moral intentions other than getting away with the crimes they’ve committed. The thought made your head spin — if they were lying, somehow knew that you would be assigned to kill the bard, planted evidence of other whereabouts…well, it was a bit crazy now that you worked through it in your head. But if they did, just if, Rauf would be severely disappointed. Rauf’s disappointment was worse than his anger, as any guardians’ was. But his especially…it flipped your insides and ripped them out through the gaps in your teeth.

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