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A Chance Encounter - Jaskier x Reader

Hi there! I finally finnished my first Jaskier x Reader story. The story of a elf in need and as Jaskier helping her romance start to blossom. I hope you gonna enjoy! Let me know what you think! And if anyone have any kind of requests let me know! XoX - V

The marketplace bustled with life, a chaotic symphony of voices and activity that filled the air with energy. I moved through the throng of people, my heart pounding with nervous anticipation. It wasn't something I wanted to do, but desperation was not giving me a choice in the matter.

My eyes scanned the stalls, searching for the perfect opportunity. Then, I spotted it—a loaf of bread left unattended on a vendor's cart. It was a small thing, hardly worth noticing, but to me, it could mean survival, it could mean no more hunger – at least for a while.

With trembling hands, I reached out and snatched the loaf, stuffing it into the folds of my cloak before anyone could notice. But as I turned to slip away, I heard the angry shouts of the merchant behind me.

"Stop! Thief!" the stall owner bellowed, his voice carrying across the square like a thunderclap. "Catch that elf! She's stolen from me!"

In an instant, the bustling marketplace erupted into chaos as people turned to stare, their eyes ablaze with suspicion and anger. The air crackled with tension as I darted between startled onlookers, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I sprinted for the safety of the shadows.

Panic surged through me as I weaved through the crowd in a desperate bid to escape. I knew I couldn't outrun them forever, but I had to try.

My heart raced with fear and adrenaline as I ducked into a narrow alleyway, hoping to lose my pursuer in the labyrinth of shadows. I collided with someone—hard.

I stumbled back, barely managing to keep my balance, and found myself face to face with a stranger. He was tall and handsome, brown hair framing his face, a lute hanging over his shoulders, and with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

"Are you alright?" he asked, concern lacing his voice. But before I could respond, he glanced over my shoulder and his expression changed as he realized, from the shouting that was following me, I was being chased. As he grabbed my arm, I thought that’s it, no escaping, he is gonna turn me over to those people chasing after me.

"Quick, this way!" he said and to my surprise, he started pulling me towards a nearby alley. Without hesitation, I followed, trusting this stranger more than I probably should have. But in that moment, he was my only hope of escape.

In the dimly lit alley, the sounds of the marketplace faded into the background as him and I pressed ourselves against the rough stone walls, hidden from view. My heart pounded in my chest, the adrenaline still coursing through my veins as I tried to catch my breath.

"Thank you," I managed to gasp out, my voice barely above a whisper.

He flashed me a reassuring smile, his eyes bright with excitement.

"No need to thank me, my dear. Just doing my good deed for the day," he replied with a wink.

Despite the gravity of the situation, I couldn't help but feel a flicker of amusement at his playful demeanor.

"Here," he said, swiftly shrugging off his long, burgundy leather coat and extending it towards me.

"Take this. It'll help to give you a new look."

Gratefully, I accepted the coat, the supple leather warm beneath my trembling fingers. As I slipped it on, I felt a sense of protection wash over me, as if the garment itself was a shield against the dangers that lurked in the shadows.

But he wasn't finished yet. With a gentle touch, he reached up and pulled my hairpin out of my messy bun so it fell down on my shoulders, the loose strands cascading over my ears and obscuring them from view.

"There," he said, a hint of satisfaction in his voice.

"That should do the trick."

As we waited in tense silence, I stole a glance at him, taking in the lines of his face and the warmth in his eyes. Despite our chance encounter, there was something about him that made me feel strangely at ease, as if I could trust him in a way I couldn't trust anyone else.

"So, what's your name?" he asked, breaking the comfortable silence between us.

"YN," I replied softly, meeting his gaze with a hint of uncertainty.

He smiled warmly, as if my name held some sort of significance to him.

"Well, YN, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am Jaskier and I must say, you certainly know how to make an entrance," he remarked, a playful twinkle in his eyes.

I couldn't help but chuckle at his lighthearted comment, the tension from earlier dissipating a tiny bit.

After what felt like an eternity, the sounds of pursuit faded into the distance, leaving behind only the quiet hum of the city. With a sigh of relief, he turned to me.

"I think it's safe now," he said, his voice soft but firm.

"But we should be cautious. Who knows when they might come looking for you again." He motioned for me to follow as he led me through a maze of narrow alleys and hidden passageways, his steps confident and sure.

Despite the circumstances that had brought us together, I couldn't shake the feeling that this chance encounter was the beginning of something unexpected. And as we walked through the shadowy alleyways, I found myself strangely reluctant to part ways with this stranger who had come to my rescue.

As we walked side by side through the winding streets dusk settled over the city, casting long shadows across the cobblestone streets. Jaskier led me to a quaint tavern on the outskirts of Novigrad. The warm glow of candlelight bathed the interior in a soft, inviting light and the tavern was alive with the sounds of merry laughter and lively conversation as we settled into a secluded corner booth.

"So," he began, his voice soft and tentative.

"What happened back there? Why were those people chasing you?"

I hesitated for a moment, my gaze dropping to the table as I wrestled with the memories of my recent ordeal. But something in Jaskier's kind eyes urged me to speak, to trust him with the truth.

"I... I stole," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper, and I could feel my cheeks turn bright red.

"A loaf of bread, from a market stall. I know it was wrong, but... I was desperate."

And with that, the words spilled forth like water from a broken dam, my voice trembling with emotion as I recounted the circumstances that had led me to this point: the loss of my parents, the constant struggle to make ends meet in a city that hated elves with a passion and offered little but hardship and heartache.

"I... I want to leave," I continued, my voice choked with tears.

"I would like to go to Dol Blathanna. But... I don't have the means to do so. Not yet."

Jaskier listened in silence.

"Then let us make a plan," he said with a warm smile playing on his lips.

Jaskier's offer of help was more than I could have ever hoped for, but I couldn't help feeling guilty for burdening him with my troubles.

"I appreciate your kindness more than you know," I began, my voice barely above a whisper as I met Jaskier's gaze with a mixture of gratitude and apprehension.

"But I don't want to cause you any more trouble than I already have."

Jaskier reached across the table, his hand resting gently on mine, his touch sending a shiver down my spine.

"You're not causing me trouble, YN," he insisted, his voice soft but firm.

"And I kind of have a habit of helping elves in need," he said with a heartwarming smile.

I wanted to say something but before I could protest further, Jaskier signaled to the server, ordering a hearty meal for the both of us.

As we waited for our meal to arrive, Jaskier regaled me with tales of his travels, his words weaving a tapestry of adventure and intrigue that captured my imagination.

"I have a plan," he said, turning his voice into a whisper in the middle of a story, his voice barely above a murmur.

"I'm only staying here for the night, but after my performance at this tavern, I'll be heading off to another town. And if you would like, I'd be more than happy to take you with me."

His words took me by surprise, filling me with a sense of hope and possibility that I hadn't felt in a long time. It was as if a weight had been lifted from my shoulders, replaced by a newfound sense of optimism and excitement for the future.

"Really?" I asked, unable to conceal the hope in my voice as I met Jaskier's gaze with wide eyes.

He nodded, a warm smile spreading across his face.

"Really," he confirmed, his voice filled with sincerity.

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I reached out to grasp Jaskier's hand, overwhelmed by the kindness and generosity he had shown me.

"Thank you," I whispered as we sat together in the warmth of the tavern, surrounded by the soft glow of candlelight and the comforting hum of conversation. I knew that my life was about to change in ways I could never have imagined.

Not long after finishing our meal, Jaskier took center stage, his fingers dancing across the strings of his lute as he launched into a lively melody that filled the room with music.

I watched from our hidden corner table, my eyes glued to Jaskier as he performed with a passion and energy that was contagious. It was as if he was pouring his heart and soul into every note, his music weaving a tapestry of emotion that spoke to the depths of my soul.

As the last strains of music faded into the night, Jaskier descended from the stage to thunderous applause, a satisfied smile gracing his lips as he made his way back to where I was sitting.

"That was amazing," I whispered, my voice filled with awe as I met Jaskier's gaze with admiration.

He grinned, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.

"Let's celebrate with some drinks," he suggested, his voice lighthearted and carefree.

And so, we sat together in the warmth of the tavern, sharing stories and laughter over our drinks.

As the evening wore on, our conversation turned to more personal matters, and I found myself opening up to Jaskier in a way I hadn't with anyone else. I shared stories of my childhood, of the struggles I had faced since my parents' death, and of my dreams of finding a place where I could finally belong.

To my surprise, Jaskier listened with rapt attention, his expression filled with empathy and understanding. He offered words of comfort and encouragement. There was a kindness in his eyes and a warmth in his smile that made me feel safe and understood in a way I hadn't felt in a long time.

As the night grew later, the tavern began to empty, leaving only a handful of patrons scattered throughout the dimly lit space. Jaskier turned to me with a solemn expression.

"It's getting late," he said, his voice tinged with regret.

"We should get some sleep so we can leave before dawn." I just nodded in agreement.

Jaskier led me through the dimly lit corridors of the tavern to his room, which was tucked away at the back of the building. As we stepped inside, the cozy warmth from the fireplace enveloped us like a tight hug.

"I hope you don’t mind if we share a bed," Jaskier said, his voice gentle as he gestured towards the large, inviting bed tucked against the wall of his room. The flickering light from the fireplace cast dancing shadows across the room, lending an air of warmth and intimacy to the space.

I felt a blush creeping into my cheeks at the intimacy of the suggestion, my heart fluttering nervously in my chest. Despite my hesitation, I couldn't deny the pull of his presence, the comforting warmth of his smile as he waited for my response.

"No, not at all," I replied softly, my voice barely above a whisper. My heart hammered in my chest as I met Jaskier's gaze, my cheeks burning with embarrassment at the admission. But beneath the blush, there was a sense of excitement, a thrill at the prospect of being so close to him.

Without another word, we settled into bed, the warmth of Jaskier's body pressed close against mine.

In the darkness, I felt a sense of peace wash over me, a reassurance that despite the uncertainties of the road ahead, I was not alone. Jaskier's presence wrapped around me like a protective cloak, shielding me from the fears and doubts that threatened to consume me.

As we lay together in the quiet of the night, a gentle warmth spread through my veins, filling me with a sense of contentment I hadn't felt in a long time. The soft sound of his breathing mingled with the crackling of the fire, a soothing melody that lulled me into a state of blissful tranquility.

And then, as if drawn together by an invisible force, our lips met in a tender kiss. It started with a hesitant brush of our hands, a tentative exploration of each other's warmth. But as the moments passed, our lips met and the kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, more passionate.

One of his hands came up to cup my cheek, his touch sending shivers down my spine as he pulled me closer, his lips moving against mine with a hunger that took my breath away. In that moment, the world fell away, leaving only the two of us, suspended in a timeless embrace.

Every touch, every caress, ignited a fire within me, a burning desire that consumed my senses and left me craving more. Our kisses grew more fervent, more desperate, as if trying to convey all the emotions we had been too afraid to voice aloud.

And as we finally pulled apart, breathless and flushed with desire, I knew that this was only the beginning—a promise of all the passion and intensity that lay ahead, waiting to be explored.

As I lay in his arms, wrapped in the warmth of his embrace, I couldn't help but feel a flicker of hope ignite within me—a hope that whispered of new beginnings and endless possibilities, a hope that with Jaskier by my side, anything was possible.

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I dont like the exploring mechanics in the isles

TWN rant:

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Radovid knows what he's about to do is gonna hurt Jaskier and he looks so scared and sad, he just wanted to kiss and love his favorite bard, no one talk to me 😭

Long live King Radovid