![]() ![]() You nodded your head but turned away from Jaskier’s gaze. His jaw clenched as it searched your face. He placed the lute on the ground next to him and focused on you. Well, I’m not familiar with that one…” His amused smile faltered when yours didn’t appear. You gave him a sad smile before writing in the notebook: I want my voice back. “I take that as a compliment.” Jaskier gestured to the lute in his hands. The sick feeling returned to your stomach as you wiped the tears from your cheeks you picked up the notebook beside you and wrote: your singing is the least of my pain right now. “You’re not crying because of my singing, are you?” “Y/N?” Jaskier’s voice took you out of your trance his hands were no longer playing the lute, and instead, he looked at you with concern. What if the sorceress wasn’t where Geralt thought she was? What if she refused to give you your voice back? What if you could never sing again? Your heart jumped to your throat as the same questions you had been mulling over for the past few days swirled in your mind. In a matter of seconds, like the flip of a coin, your mood shifted. In the short bursts of time that you were enjoying yourself, you would suddenly remember what circumstances you were under. ![]() You watched him with your body leaning against a tree trunk, smiling as he made nonsense lyrics and fucked up his chords repeatedly.Īs you listened to Jaskier strum away, your smile faded. It was the night before visiting the sorceress, and Jaskier was strumming his lute and humming along. It was a bold statement, but something felt right in your gut as the two of you wrote random lyrics and came up with new chord progressions in your downtime. You couldn’t wait to get your voice back so you two could sing the best songs both of you would ever write. Watching the bard perform had been a pleasure, sure - but performing with him was so much more exhilarating. What replaced it was…a friendship, which was something you realized you never really had until now. When before your rivalry was a playful past-time, now it was almost completely gone. You secretly thanked the gods that Jaskier was there. So, the two of you made a great team in annoying the Witcher, one chord at a time. And even though you learned that Geralt cherished his peace and quiet, you also learned that Jaskier didn’t give two fucks. Despite your lost voice, you couldn’t keep yourself away from your lute. It didn’t take long on the trip for you and Jaskier to start making music. But still, a big part of traveling was meeting the people, and with Geralt, that was the last thing on his mind. Geralt insisted on taking the paths with little to no interaction of villages, meaning you couldn’t even stop to talk to the townsfolk. Though you were a traveling bard, this trip seemed excruciatingly long. Warnings: grief, language, angst, fluff!! 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. Thewitcherbingo the witcher imagine jaskier jaskier imagine jaskier x reader jaskier x you the witcher geralt of rivia imagine self insert imagine writing drabble fic joey batey What Was Lost - Pt 2 (Jaskier x Reader) || WitcherĪ/N: And part two is here! Thank you everyone for reading, and also thank you to all my new followers! A reminder that I now have a taglist, so don’t be afraid to sign up through the google doc I created (the link is in my description) :) Also, this is my fourth entry, whoop! Enjoy! ![]()
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