Jaskier falling in love~
Jaskier x Reader
Submission by the loveliest @victias 🦋
Hi, I’ve just discovered your blog due to our shared witcher obsession and I love your writing, thank you! I was wondering if you would be willing to do an imagines or short dabble on what jaskier would be like genuinely falling in love as opposed to the lustful infatuations he frequently wafts in and out of. Pretty please
[I really, really hope you all enjoy this one, especially Victias who submitted such a wonderful idea. It was so fun to write and imagine Jaskier in such way, I hope i didnt mess it up!]
[[also couldnt figure out how to do proper posts on the app, had to wake my lap top up, lmao]]
Warnings: None, I think
Word count: 1,207
There was something different about the way Jaskier behaved. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. I’ve seen how he acts with other people he takes interest in, I have tagged along with him and Geralt long enough. But somehow, when he was around me, he began to just behave… differently.
I know even Geralt began to notice, as he would just stare at the bard, confused, whenever he would begin showing the difference. I doubt the Withcer minded it that much – Jaskier has gone quieter, over all. He almost seemed more shy.
I began to notice he paid really close attention to my words, not cutting me off, always listening to everything I had to say. I enjoyed teasing him, talking whatever nonsense I could come up with, but he still, took each and every word in. Sometimes I felt like I am speaking the most beautiful poetry, from the way he never seemed to get bored of my words. It was impressive, a silent bard, just listening to whatever I got to say.
I was used to receiving an array of compliments from Jaskier, he loved complimenting everyone about, seemingly everything. Until his compliments became more spaced out. More genuine.
He loved complimenting my hair, whenever I did something different to it, he always noticed. Even if I myself didnt realize it. He also loved trying to find what rhymes with my name best, twisting it around. “Y/N, Y/N" he would sing, quietly, so me and Geralt couldn’t hear.
We still did.
There were a lot of other, smaller things as well. He would flirt with others less, to the point, where he almost didn’t. It was in his nature to be nice to everyone who wasn’t an enemy, but his flirtatious behavior receded.
Needless to say, I was flattered. Whenever his eyes would land on me, Jaskier seemed to find it difficult to look away.
He also began writing more love songs. They weren’t ever directed at me, they were vague, but I began to notice he wouldn’t look at me when singing them. Only a few careful little glances, just to check if I am listening.
Which I always was.
One rainy evening, as Geralt and I were watching Jaskier perform, Witcher confessed to me that the bard has been nicer to him over all. Picking on his less. According to him, our friends attention has been drifting other directions. I couldn’t hide my blush, not from Geralt, who kindly pretended not to notice.
I stare at Jaskier now, prancing around. Many people in the tavern are giving him loving looks, but he doesn’t respond, only a kind smile here and there. His focus is mostly on his lute and sometimes us. I let out a sigh as he finishes his song.
He grabs more ale, bringing it to us, I notice he sits next to me, our shoulders almost touching.
“A toast!” Jaskier shouts. “To our friendship!”
“Friendship?” Geralt teases, looking from Jaskier to me. I glance at the bard to see him blush. I dont remember ever seeeing him do that. My cheeks in response heat up too.
“A toast.” I break the silence, lifting up ale. “To us all.”
“Hm.” Geralt grunts, hiding his smile. I glare at the Witcher, crossing my arms. Jaskier, from what I can tell mindlessly, does it too. Geralt raises his eyebrows.
“Do not say anything.” Bard jumps in, uncrossing his arms. If it’s possible, he blushes even more.
“You two just mirror each other.” Geralts speaks, ignoring Jaskier. “Well, he mirrors you, Y/N.“
“No he doesn’t.” I argue, but Jaskier says the same thing at the same time. Of course, instead of ‘he’, he uses ‘I’.
“Cute.” Geralt chugs his ale down and I fail to believe the Witcher even knows the word ‘cute’ exists.
I look at Jaskier, who while still visibly flustered, is smiling looking at the table. I stand up, taking our empty cups, going for a refill.
When I make my way to the bar, my cheeks almost seem to go back to normal. I take a couple deep breaths in, until I feel someone staring at me.
I sneak a glance at our table, were Jaskier is unapologetically staring at me. I dont think, however, that he notices me looking. His lips move so I know he must be talking to Geralt, but his gaze stays glued to me.
I look away, my cheeks setting ablaze yet again. As the man pours us ale, I feel myself drift, to when Jaskier first started changing.
It happened in a blink of an eye. We were camping, fire barely making our faces visible. Geralt has left us alone, doing whatever he does when he disappears for a couple of hours.
It was the first time Jaskier truly opened up to me. He put his heart on a plate, he confessed how being a bard was always his dream. Not necessarily because he truly wanted to do it, he felt like he sucked at everything else.
He learnt to play lute all by himself. Then he began writing songs. He even told me he loves to always be so cheery and happy because bards are often referred to jokers, royal clowns. He believed he was a fool.
However, since that night, he changed. It felt like he opened up the real him, for some reason in bards eyes, I was worth that. He continued, slowly but surely, opening up about more things.
Stardust by stardust, he was allowing me to see his entire galaxy, instead of just the usual sun.
I drift back to present, glancing at the men again. Jaskier still has his eyes on me, and I doubt he took them off for a second. If I didnt find it cute, it would be creepy.
I sit back next to them, as the night drags on, laugh fills the air, many drunken songs break out. Geralt leaves early, but Jaskier and I stay behind.
Until it’s only the two of us. His eyes capture my gaze, as he curls his lips, heat from alcohol rushing his cheeks. Jaskier, however, didnt drink as much as he sometimes does. I knew he was sober enough.
I respond with my own smile, as he reaches for me, shyly placing his hand on mine. I dont pull away.
“I never imagined I could feel this way, Y/N.” I continue smiling, his eyes lighting up.
“What do you mean, Jaskier?” he pulls back just a little, and I can see him drift in a thought.
“Love always seemed so casual to me. I loved everyone. It was just such a natural thing to me. All the popular love ballads seemed like false tales to me.” He focuses back on me. “And then I met you. And I started writing love songs, more than anything, they began to make sense.”
So that was it. Jaskier was falling in love, the true chaotic kind of love.
I dont think he was changing. He was finding himself in love.
I straighten my grip in response, to see the shy bard blush even more.
“I feel it too.” I reassure him, as the sun rises in the horizon.