#insecure jaskier

“Why do I love you?” Geralt asks. Jaskier shrugs and turns the spitted rabbit over the fire. “This is the third inn you’ve gotten us thrown out of.”

“Well if the owners would stop insulting you then I wouldn’t need to threaten their lives,” the bard explains. “It’s not my fault they’re bastards.”

“Hmm.”

“I thought you liked sleeping on the ground,” Jaskier continues, pitching his voice down an octave to imitate Geralt’s, “Sleeping beneath the stars is good for your health, bard.”

“I didn’t think I’d have to skip so many nights on a real mattress,” the Witcher grumbles. He sharpens his sword in relative silence, only Jaskier’s steady breathing and the crackling of the fire providing any real ambiance. Even the woods are oddly quiet.

Not too quiet just...not as boisterous as usual. 

Or maybe the silence of the forest is so unnerving because the bard is also staying silent; that is a rare thing in and of itself. Suddenly and unexpectedly, Geralt smells tears. His eyes fly to Jaskier’s shaking shoulders, “What’s wrong, Jaskier?”

“Why do you love me?” the bard cries, turning to face his Witcher. “All I do is cause you trouble, like you said all that time ago. You would have been able to sleep at the inn tonight if it wasn’t for me. I’m so sorry, Geralt.”

The Witcher drops his sword to the ground without a second thought and rushes to gather Jaskier into his arms. “Silly bard,” he croons unashamedly. “I love you because you care so fiercely. Without your ballads I would still be having rocks thrown my way instead of coins. I wouldn’t be able to step out in public the way I can now, and get appreciative nods rather than hateful glares. You’re a blessing in a fancy doublet, Jask.”

The bard’s tears slow to a stop and he nuzzles close to Geralt’s neck. “Okay. I love you, too.”

Now! Had this thought because I read a fic where Jaskier is super insecure about his relationship with Geralt because he doesn’t want the other to go back to Yennefer.

Now the idea was that Jaskier thought that happened, went out to drown his sorrows, this guy started hitting on him and feeling him up but Jaskier (for all his sleeping around and ruining marriages) is a faithful man. If he is in a relationship with you he will not talk of previous lovers, won’t hit on others and never cheats. Geralt doesn’t know this though... well it’s more he doesn’t realise because he’s an oblivious bear but onward!

So Jaskier comes back to room, unaware that he reeks of this strange, new, horrid smell. Geralt is sitting on the bed and he thinks that some drunken man has mistaken his and Jaskier’s room for their own but when his bard walks in he sees red.

This is where the survey thingy comes in. Do you think he would:

A) Get super pissed with Jaskier and just start yelling at him and accusing him and Jaskier will turn around and start yelling at him for going off with Yennefer. Then the two realise they were both wrong and running on left over anger and adrenaline just fuck each other’s brains out before settling down and calmly explaining what actually happened.

B) Geralt yanks Jaskier into the room and fucks him against the door, repeating the words, “Mine. Only mine.” Over and over as he marks every patch of skin available while smothering the bard in his scent. Afterwards Jaskier explains what happens and Geralt is kinda embarrassed but he’s too smug that he made Jaskier scream himself hoarse to care too much. (Geralt ends up explaining the thing with Yennefer when his bard finally builds up the courage to ask)

C) Geralt goes on an absolute rampage trying to find this guy so he can beat the crap out of him for touching what was his. Jaskier is honestly touched that Geralt would beat the shit out of someone for him but he doesn’t want another name like ‘butcher of blaviken’ popping up because of some misunderstanding so he stops Geralt. It takes a little time and patience but it works and eventually Geralt just brings Jaskier back to the room so he can cover the bard in his scent, not some scummy shmuck’s who lives in a pile of shit.