if you’re still doing song prompts - stranger (naked twist ver) by secondhand serenade?
I loved this song!! Sorry it took so long to finishing this. Writing is not so easy during the week. I hope you like it! Have some fluffy Hurt/comfort feels! _____________________________
Geralt often told Jaskier that witchers feel no emotion. It had taken less than a day for Jaskier to decide that was utter bollocks. Geralt was just shit at identifying his own feelings. He certainly felt anger. No one punched someone in the gut that early on in an acquaintance unless they felt something. Then there was the way Geralt’s eyes went wide whenever someone he’d taken a liking to accused him of being the Butcher of Blaviken. It hurt Geralt every single time. He never said a word but Jaskier was good at deciphering his witcher’s silence.
They had once again been chased out of a village, rotten food flying which was honestly a blessing after the rocks of the village before. Jaskier was at least used to dodging rotten food. Geralt had blocked the worst of it with his sword and stalked away to the stables to pick up Roach before they were off and back on the path.
Jaskier watched Geralt carefully. His shoulders were tense and every action seemed to be weighted with the hatred of mankind. He could see the storm brewing in Geralt’s beautiful golden eyes. He could feel the ripples of self-loathing radiating from the witcher. Geralt scowled and turned his face away from Jaskier’s gaze.
“Stop looking at me like that.” Geralt grumbled.
Jaskier raised an eyebrow as he put his hand on his hip. “Like what?” He asked with a tilt of his head.
Geralt’s eyes flashed back to him for barely a second. “Like that.”
Jaskier sighed and rolled his eyes. “Well yes, that clears everything up.” He muttered.
Geralt growled. “Like there’s no one else you would rather be looking at.”
Oh. Like that.
Jaskier sighed again. They had been through this dozens of times already and Geralt never understood why Jaskier loved him. Even Jaskier sometimes struggled to put it into words and he was the wordsmith out of the two of them, but really there were no words that could encompass how much Geralt meant to him. “Geralt, look at me, dear heart.”
“No.”
“Look at me.” Jaskier insisted, placing his hands on either side of Geralt’s face. Geralt’s eyes were wide and vulnerable. Jaskier wanted to slit the throats of every bastard that had cut Geralt down over his long life. How could he not see how beautiful he was, how beautiful he was to Jaskier?
“Hmm.” Geralt’s gaze shifted to look behind Jaskier.
He pressed his forehead against Geralt’s. “Look at me so you can see how beautiful you are.” He murmured and he caressed Geralt’s cheek with his thumb. “My beautiful Geralt. “
Geralt’s face warmed under his fingers as a rosy pink bloomed under the skin. Geralt swallowed and finally met Jaskier’s gaze. “Poetic nonsense.” He grumbled.
Jaskier laughed and brushed his nose against Geralt’s. “Perhaps, but true nonetheless.”
“You always see the good in people.” Geralt’s eyes fluttered close as he took a deep breath. Jaskier knew he was grounding himself in Jaskier’s scent. Jaskier had worked hard to find the right combination of perfumes and oils that would be subtle enough for Geralt’s keen senses but also manage to pull him out of his thoughts on a bad day.
“That’s not strictly true.” Jaskier brushed his lips against Geralt’s, humming happily. “I would take great pleasure in killing the bastards that made you think that you are anything less than radiant in your beauty.”
“Jask…” Geralt groaned.
“But I see the good in you. It’s hard not to. You are one of the best people I know.” Jaskier pressed a kiss to Geralt’s cheek. “And I will keep telling you this until you start to believe it.”
“Hmm. Might take a while.” Geralt chuckled as his eyes opened to meet Jaskier’s gaze. The sheer amount of love and affection in those golden eyes made Jaskier melt. Geralt stroked his cheek and he leaned into his lover’s touch.
“Well then, it’s a good job that you’re stuck with me. You grumpy bastard.” He bopped Geralt on the nose. “I’m not going anywhere for a very long time.”
Geralt laughed again, a soft rumble in his chest and then pressed their lips together. “Good.”
