#jaskier x sam the baker
Sam the Baker mildly regrets asking Jaskier to sing something to promote the bakery when Jaskier just modifies his current popular song.
I’m making my contribution to the STBFU (Sam the Baker Fandom Universe).
Also, I’m making a decision for myself that the ship name is Saskier. I can’t do Jam. Generic word ship names are horrible in the tags, and while I love that it’s food themed, I just can’t do it. Plus Saskier is fun to say. The rest of you don’t have to use Saskier, but that’s what I’m gonna use. If I ever do anything for this hilarious and adorable ship again lol
Aaaaannnyyyways… here’s just a short little whatever.
The Sweetest Thing
Read on Ao3. Words: 2078
Jaskier stared at the bun sitting on the counter. It was wrapped delicately with a thin white cloth, the top of it glistening with a sweet smelling glaze, and a wisp of steam was snaking off its surface into the air. There was a folded sheet of paper resting underneath it. Jaskier looked around the empty tavern. He had gone into the back room for maybe five minutes, hearing nothing, and came back out to find this mysterious bun just sitting there, waiting for him. With his line of work, he should probably be more suspicious, it could be poisoned or cursed or… just really gross, or something, but the smell of it cut through his still slightly alcohol soaked brain, and went straight into his heart, his soul. Whoever had made this, had put time and effort and care into it.
He walked hesitantly forward, brushing his fingers over the folder paper. There wasn’t any sort of immediate reaction, no burst of magic or flame or weirdness at all. Just dry, normal paper. He slipped his fingers underneath the bun and pulled the paper out, unfolding it carefully, and cocked his head to the side as he read the scrawling print that looped across the page.
To the talented bard, Jaskier,
I hope that this simple offering does not come across as too forward or invasive. I have attended your performances for the past two weeks, and have found myself entranced by the skill that you present so freely to us, your audience. It has left me feeling indebted, for you to gift such artistry to us with only pedestrian coin to be given in return. Not that coin is unwanted, I surely have not been keeping my pockets filled after seeing your performances. I have a small bakery nearby, and while the fruits of my labor may not sound as sweet as the strum of your lute or the sound of your voice, I hope that the sweetness of the flavor will bring you some joy and comfort as you have done for me and so many others.
Humbly,
Sam
