Fanfictions

Burn - Jaskier/Geralt

Jaskier sat inspecting his hands alone, the room was cold but he was happy to at least be in the presence of Geralt once again. He couldn't honestly feel his fingertips anymore but he could still play his guitar which was all he had worried about at the time.

The pain had been worth it protecting him.

He had hated him for what he went through to protect him for a while, but he had let go of that pain long ago. He had chosen to protect him, he could have just given up the information but instead he protected the man he loved even when it almost cost him his livelihood and life.

He shoved his hands in his pockets as the door opened, Gerlat walked in and sat beside him offering him a bowl of chunky soup. Jaskier quickly reached for it, Geralt's eyes were studying his face, he wasn't even looking at his hands so Jaskier felt it was safe to move for it. He had to ensure he had fully grasped it using the palms of his hands.

The only place there was any feeling.

He grasped the spoon, his hand slightly shaky.

"Jaskier, I wanted to apologize for leaving you on that mountain again." Geralt finally said as Jakier took his first bite. Jaskier's soft grey eyes studied his face, he slowly lowered the bowl to the side table and looked over the Witcher. His white hair displaced around his chiseled face, his yellow eyes continued to study the bard unsure of how this conversation was going to go.

"I told you already I forgave you." Jaskier replied softly.

"I know bu-"

"No, I forgave you already." Jaskier tried again.

Geralt lowered his eyes, they were soft at first then grew wide in concern. "What happened to your hands?" Jaskier closed his fists quickly trying to hide his hands but it was to late now. Geralt was surprisingly careful as he slowly opened Jaskier's closed fist and inspected the burn marks. Mostly the fingertips but a few other places. "What happened? Who did this to you?" His voice was deeper now, concern and anger within.

"I was tortured Geralt, as you know, for information about..about you." Geralt's head lifted his yellow eyes wide in panic. "He burnt my fingers, I thought I would never play again." He eyed the guitar sitting against the wall in the corner of the cold room.

"He did this to you? He burnt you?"

"Yes." Jaskier replied gulping.

Geralt carefully let go of his hand and pulled him into a strong hug. "I'm sorry." Geralt whispered holding Jaskier close and tight. "I should have never left you."

Jaskier didn't know what to say, he was trying not to remember the torture, the pain, the fear. It was all coming back now, he began to sob. Geralt stiffened, his hug didn't stop however. Jaskier buried his face in Geralt's strong shoulder. The Witcher held his bard close letting him cry.

Jaskier finally pulled himself together. He sniffled and pulled away, Geralt took his hands in his own once again careful not to harm him. Jaskier's hands were small compared to Geralt's. He slowly caressed them with his calloused fingers, he looked up to Jaskier his yellow eyes soft.

"I promise you will never be harmed by anyone again, I won't allow it. You are mine, and no one hurts what is mine."

Jaskier couldn't help but blush as Geralt brought his hands up slowly and kissed them. While Jaskier couldn't feel the soft kisses placed to each finger pad the warmth he was feeling was enough.