Flowers
Jaskier × Reader
Word count: 1080
Summary: request - "Hey there! I saw you were asking for Jaskier requests!!! I was curious if you would be willing to write one where Jaskier does little things to show his love to the reader? I have seen so many where he does these big things and composes songs, but I bet he would be sweet and romantic and do the little things like bring them a drink before they ask, play with their hair, give them an extra blanket and such! ❤️❤️❤️" @sdavid09
Notes: It's my first fic I have written in a long long time so I hope it's not that bad. I changed a bit "little things" because I found the idea of flowers really interesting. English isn't my first language so there can be mistakes. Enjoy!
The sun was slowly disappearing, hanging low above the roofs of the nearest city they have found. Adventures can be really exhausting, especially when you include fighting with monsters and one, never-shut-his-mouth bard and his crazy lute. Geralt tried his best to stop himself from tying his fellow traveler to the tree using the strings from the instrument. But Jaskier didn’t care. Because Jaskier was shining in the ray of setting sun, playing random melody and mumbling words that he really wished to have sense.
Soon the world will be covered in darkness, the air was getting colder and both of them didn’t want to sleep in the forest again. They decided to found a place to stay for a while in the town and and wish to be lucky this time so they won’t be kicked out... again. It was hard to tell if people hates witchers or had enough of singing bards. Or both.
But this time they managed to find somebody who didn’t close the door for them. Old lady living in the outskirts of town was really glad to see them. She welcomed them with sympathy and let them stay for as long as they needed. The house was too big, too quiet and too empty for her. But she wasn’t alone.
When Geralt went to take care of Roach Jaskier met Y/N. Granddaughter of old lady showed him room for visitors. She was really quiet, a bit shy, maybe even scared a little of newcomers. Jaskier being Jaskier tried to make a conversation but the girl didn’t want to talk if she didn’t have to. After showing everything important she tried to escape as soon as possible leaving the boy alone. But before she disappeared she said softly “Goodnight...” “Jaskier” bard interrupted “So goodnight, Jaskier” she ended and went out of the room. And this words from unknown girl hit him. Completely.
They haven’t talked much from this time. Old lady was really happy that finally her house was full of life. She enjoyed Jaskiers singing and even Geralt open up to her and told some stories about his journeys. Y/N got used to newcomers, sometimes helped Witcher with Roach or sit in the corner hiding and listening to melody of lute played by Jaskier in the evening. She loved his voice and started to like this a bit annoying, loud bard. We can say that she enjoyed their presence. Before they came her life was about helping grandmother with house and the garden. Now everyday was different, interesting, full of music and stories she always dreamed to be part of.
But after few days she noticed something strange. When her grandma asked to bring some water from the well she found a flower in the bucket. Hours later she got back from a walk a bit cold and saw another flower lying on the kitchen table next to hot cup of tea. Sometimes she just walk to her room and found it under the door or even on her bed. A bit confused Y/N collected every single plant and kept it in the water. Day after day she was finding more and more flowers. Small things that warmed her heart.
One night she fall a sleep in the living room of small house exhausted after whole day of work. Suddenly she felt that someone was covering her with a blanket to keep her warm but before she managed to see who did this the person walked away leaving small daisy in her hand.
Finally at the end of another day she went to listen to bards songs as she always do. But he wasn’t there. In the place she always hide - because she didn’t want bard to see her - Y/N noticed yellow buttercup. So he knew that she was there every single time when he took the lute and made poems with his voice.
Quickly she took the flower and run to her room. Took the rest of the flowers and as gently and carefully as she could Y/N started making a flower crown. Once she was done she went out to look for Jaskier. Couldn’t found him in the house she went to the garden but unfortunately he wasn’t here either. Leaving town walls she decided to search in the nearest forest from whence he came with the witcher and changed her life few weeks ago. Listening carefully she heard quiet sounds of lute between wind noises. Led by the sound she noticed the boy sitting by the tree. Trying not to distract him she walked closer and sit next to bard. Jaskier didn’t stop playing until he finished the melody he just made. Then he looked at her a bit surprised by the view of a thing in her hands. Y/N put the flower crown on bards head softly and smile at the sight of it. Blue-eyed boy looked adorable with the flowers in his hair and confusion in his face.
“Do you want to teach me how to play?” Y/N asked curious. Jaskier got back to earth and answered “Of course I can” He smiled and added “If you only want”.
He showed Y/N how to play basic sounds and what to do to make them even prettier. When things started to get harder and more complicated she got a bit lost and wasn’t sure how to use her hands properly because the sounds wasn’t as magnificent as when Jaskier played them. He took her hand and put in the right place explaining her some stuff. But she didn’t listen. She could only focus on the touch of his hand on hers. When he realized that she had no idea what was he talking about he looked in her eyes to see that they were shining in the light of rising moon. The world disappeared and there were only the two of them. “Jaskier” Y/N started but didn’t even make him the chance to answer by connecting they lips together. The kiss was innocent and short but meant everything to them. Small blush appeared on their faces as they stopped. Jaskier couldn’t help but smile with the most beautiful smile he had.
“Can you explain this to me again?” asked embarrassed Y/N. “If you only want” boy answered and they spent rest of the night playing on the lute. The flower crown she made for him lied on his head even when they both fall asleep lying in each other arms.