Toss a Coin ? THE WITCHER ONESHOTS

"(Y/N) would you please stop with that insufferable noise you are making?" Jaskier snapped at you.

"What? I'm only singing." You replied. "Sounds about the same as yourself... Right, Geralt?"

Geralt nodded back at you. "Better than him."

Jaskier got a sour look on his face, letting himself drift farther behind you and Geralt as you traveled together down a road.

"Jaskier, you've been grumpy ever since (Y/N) started traveling with us." Geralt called back to the bard, who only strummed a chord on his lute in response. "It's not very nice to tell someone they can't sing, you aren't the only person in the world allowed to do it."

"Oh, there goes Father Geralt trying to make everything right for everyone." Jaskier spat. "I'm a professional! I-"

"So what!?" You stopped walking and turned towards the man. "A professional? Please! My six year old niece could sing better than you, but you don't hear me telling you to stop! If you picked up a sword and actually helped us kill some beasts, you wouldn't have me standing behind you, constantly in your ear to put the sword down. Telling you your job is strictly to be a bard and that you should never try anything that might bring you joy or pleasure! Just fuck off Jaskier, you're the insufferable noise!"

You almost sent a fist flying straight into the man's gut, but controlled yourself as you finally told him off. It had been building to a breaking point for the last three weeks. Anytime you tried to sing or play an instrument, just to have a little fun, Jaskier would be there telling you that you needed to stop. You couldn't understand why he was so angry with you, you weren't trying to make any coin or anything. You weren't stealing his profits, and even if you were, the money you all earned went towards your adventures, so it shouldn't have mattered. On top of that, you had been told several times that your voice was decent, so why did it annoy Jaskier so much?

***

Geralt made the executive decision to set up camp for the night. The sun was setting, the sky held rain clouds, and he could not spend another second traveling with two people who were fighting for practically no reason. Once the tents were set up, Geralt confronted Jaskier.

"What's the problem?" He asked, cornering Jaskier so he couldn't weasel out of the question.

"Nothing, Geralt."

"Not how I see it."

"Well, you must've gained a new ability since your last battle."

"Jaskier. You know what you're doing isn't right. Fix it." Geralt finally stated, leaving the tent to get fresh air.

Jaskier thought about what his friend had said before stepping out of the tent and heading towards yours.

***

"(Y/N)? Are you in there?" Jaskier's voice was muffled by the canvas material of your tent. You sat on your bedroll, reading a book when you heard the bard speak.

"What do you want, Jaskier? Come to tell me I can't read either?" You answered.

"No. I came... for something else."

"If it's sex you're looking for, I'm sure there'll be a brothel in the next-"

"I came to apologize, (Y/N). Now, may I come in?"

You sat in silence for a moment. The bard was rather unapologetic, this was new. "Very well."

Jaskier sheepishly entered the tent, taking a seat on the ground across from you. "Listen, I'm sorry."

"For?"

"Well, you know. For saying things.. and.."

"Being an ass?"

"Essentially."

You mulled it over in your head. "Well, it took a lot to come here and apologize. But I want to know why you were so annoyed by my singing."

Jaskier sighed. "I suppose I was jealous. Or scared."

"That doesn't surprise me."

He rolled his eyes at you before continuing. "I guess I was afraid that you and Geralt wouldn't need me anymore. You're a warrior and a pleasant singer. You're much more useful than me, and Geralt seems muss less annoyed with you. I have no purpose if someone else can do it all and then some."

"Awe, Jaskier! That's the sweetest thing you've probably ever said."

"Really? Even better than the time I serenaded that woman about how her-"

"Don't ruin the moment." You stated, placing your hand over Jaskier's mouth to keep him from speaking. "Look, you don't have to worry. Geralt won't run you off. I'm not gonna take your spot. I just like to sing because it's fun and makes me feel happy. Maybe instead of getting all sour, you could sing with me."

Jaskier blinked slowly, a tint of pink on his cheeks. "Y-yeah. I'd like that."

"Great! You should teach me the words to some of your songs. I know the tunes, but I keep forgetting the words."

"Oh, of course!" Jaskier's face light up like a fresh candle. "Okay, let's see. There's the one about the bar maiden, a Baron's wife... and daughter.. and chambermaid.. A lovely elf girl I ran into, a-"

"Um... any that aren't about sex?"

"Well, I have a few about Geralt, though one of those does get a little raunchy... Maybe we should just write one?"

"Yeah.. That sounds better.."

***Bonus***

As Geralt returned to his tent, he saw that a light flickered in yours. Two shadows bounced around the canvas. At first, he looked away, terribly hoping he didn't catch site of the 'inspiration' for Jaskier's next love song.

Then he heard the chords of the lute and the sound of two voices singing energetically and laughing after one called out the wrong lyrics. Geralt looked back at the shadows, the silhouettes and voices painting a clear picture for him. A small grin fell on his face as he solved yet another problem, before dipping into his own tent for the night.

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(A/N)

Another Jaskier! Hope you guys liked this one!