Notes: I wrote this intending it to be a Geraskier Week fic, but it didnāt make the minimum length so Iām just posting it on here instead of on Ao3. Also, Iām still getting used to writing in Geraltās POV so sorry if itās bad. I guess I just relate more to the twink.
More fluffy fics to come! (and them Iām going to destroy you all with The Lion Roars Destiny). Rip to me.
Summary:Ā Geralt watches Jaskier have a nightmare and tries to help his little lark the best he can.
Geralt was already awake when he heard the first whimper since he didnāt need as much sleep as his bard. When the sound escaped Jaskierās mouth it sounded like a kittenās mew. Geralt brushed Jaskierās hair out of his face āJaskier,ā Geralt said softly running his hand up and down his bardās back. Surprisingly the bard jerked away from his touch, Jaskier shifted so he was positioned as far away from him as possible. Geralt tensed as Jaskier muttered,
āGeralt, noā¦ā The witcher restricted the urge to comfort his companion. āDonāt leave me,ā he couldnāt help but wince as he remembered the harsh words he shouted on the mountain. Beads of sweat began to fall down the little larkās brow as he began to breathe heavier and heavier. Geralt was pained, all he could do was watch his lover suffer at the hands of the nightmare. These were the kinds of monsters he hated the most, the ones he couldnāt kill with a silver blade.
āJaskier itās okay,ā Geralt spoke softly. His words didnāt seem to soothe the bard, instead his voice only seemed to make things worse. Jaskier began to shake violently as his nightmares tightened their hold on him. Despite the negative effects it had before, Geralt reached out and placed a hand on his bardās shoulder. The second he touched Jaskier the manās eyes shot open. Geralt could hear Jaskierās heart beat faster as the man threw himself across the room.
āStay away from me!ā Jaskier said pulling his knees to his chin. Geralt climbed out of the bed he made sure to keep the palms of his hands pointing upwards, to show Jaskier he wasnāt a threat. āIām a freak, stay away from me.ā Jaskier continued to say as Geralt inched closer. It seemed the bardās mind wasnāt awake yet, living his nightmare. The witcher managed to get close enough so Jaskier could see his eyes, the bard was always talking about his yellow eyes. Jaskier would say the yellow reminded him of a flower, a dandelion.
āJaskier, youāre safe.ā Geralt said slowly as Jaskier looked back at him through his terrified cerulean blue eyes. āYou need to wake up Jaskier. Iām here love, and I will never leave you again.ā He continued, Geralt grabbed a blanket from the bed and draped it around Jaskierās shoulders. The bard immediately clung to the fabric, wrapping it tighter around him. The bard blinked,
āGeralt?ā He asked confused, āwhy are we on the floor?ā The witcher smiled as he wrapped his arms around his bard. āWhatāre you doing?ā Jaskier muttered into the nape of Geraltās neck.
āYou scared me little lark,ā Geralt said, and Jaskier melted at the nickname. He squeezed him tightly, ānever do that again.ā Jaskier muttered something about overprotective witchers.
āThank you,ā Jaskier mumbled wrapping his own arms around Geraltās neck. āFor waking me up.ā Geralt smiled back at him,
āYou wouldāve done the same thing for me.ā Jaskier smiled numbly,
āI like it when you talk.ā He said as his eyes fluttered closed again. Geralt sighed as he picked up the lark and tucked him back into the bed. It was barely daybreak, and afterall, Jaskier need his sleep otherwise he would be complaining about his lack of it all day.