Fanfictions

Beautiful and Fragile like Stained Glass - Jasker/Geralt

Jaskier smiled as he washed Geralt's body with a sponge. "Jaskier, you do not have to worry about me."

"I will continue to worry about you," Jaskier replied, "you're beautiful Geralt you know that? Beautiful and intricate like stained class, fragile even though you like to think you're not."

"I am not fragile," Geralt argued.

"I wasn't saying that it was a bad thing," Jaskier said as he began to scrub his hair. Geralt groaned and laid his head back allowing him to scrub his white locks. "Being fragile isn't a bad thing wolf." Jaskier said leaning forward and kissing his forehead. "You're allowed to be, you're so strong, but you're allowed to be like everyone else."

"Dandelion.." Geralt drawled.

"I love you," he said with a smile. "I see you at night, when you roll over and you stretch and whine when you think I am asleep."

"Ja-"

"I see your scars, and I see your strength. They are both a part of you my love." He smiled as he continued to clean him. He was careful as he scrubbed him, water cascading down his muscled body. "I don't see them as a bad thing. Each and every scar, each and every drop of blood that has been spent by you is a part of you. They weave together intricate stories, they make you who you are. They make you who I love, you're like a painting. So many little things that make you, you."

He turned in the tub and brought him close kissing him carefully. "I don't know how you find my scars beautiful Jaskier, how you can take something like this and see it as a work of art."

"I find you beautiful, beautiful and fragile despite the strength you have. You hold the whole world on your shoulders Geralt, and I want you to know I am here for you. I want you to let yourself be vulnerable with me." He smiled as he kissed him carefully. "

Geralt smiled, he looked him over carefully. "How did I get so lucky with you my song bird?"

"Because I love you," Jaskier stated as he kissed Geralt's forehead softly. "I am always here for you to come to for anything you need. If you just need me to sit and listen I will, if you want soft kisses and me to do anything for you I will. I am yours, and that makes you mine. I am always here to put you back together, to admire your scars and praise you. I am happy to be here for you, for everything you are."

Geralt couldn't help but smile as Jaskier finished his scrubbing. "I am yours, and you are mine my flower."

"My wolf."