Wolves Can Be Gentle - Geralt & Jaskier one-shot [The Witcher]

Wolves can be gentle

Title: Wolves can be gentle

Author: TC

Fandom: The Witcher

Pairing: Geralt and Jaskier

Rating: PG13

Summary: Geralt regrets what he had said to Jaskier.

Notes: Inspired by the song: Lilac and Gooseberries - Karliene 

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"Beauty and peril shadow yellow eyes."

"If life could give me one blessing it would be to take you off my hands!"

Those words rang through the Witcher's mind like an endless echo. Regret floods his heart as he sits by a fire, alone, with naught but his thoughts for company. That night with Jaskier plagues his mind like a cancer. He didn't get the opportunity to apologize to the Bard.

The stars above him danced effortlessly within the dark sky, their ruthless purity reminded the mutant of Jaskier, the man brought to him by destiny, but pushed away by a heartless monster. Geralt couldn't fight the pull to find him any longer. His mind drifted off into another memory as he saddled Roach for the journey.

"I love the way you just sit in the corner and brood.." The blushing Bard said softly with a hint of a smirk.

"I'm here to drink alone."

"No one else has hesitated to comment on the quality of my performance.. except you."

The Witcher tried his best to avert his gaze from the curious Bard, but something about his eyes pulled him in. Although the Bard was very annoying, with intentions to ruin his peaceful drink, Geralt couldn't help but listen to what he had to say. Despite his poor attempt at a song, his voice left a lasting impression on the Witcher.

The ride was long and lonely, the songs and tales of a Bard kept close to the Witcher's thoughts while the rhythm of the horse's hooves kept pace with his heartbeat. The monster hunter rode through the early morning and back into dusk with intentions to find the Bard who was at fault for keeping him up at night.

'Is this a mistake?' Geralt thought to himself. The wind moved subtly through his silver hair, pushing it out of his face as it danced with the wind, the warmth from the sunlight shining down was a cold comfort, alas, he wished it was Jaskier's gentle breath he felt against his skin, and the warmth was from his body snuggled up to his own.. Yet he feared what state he'll find the Bard in, was he even alive?

The Bard's hands gently stroked the Witcher's silver hair, he giggled softly. "You seem tense, Geralt." He teased as he heard the mutant let out a soft sigh.

"Hmm." The Witcher smiled, staring into Jaskier's soft blue eyes. His hand upon his skin made him almost blush as he allowed his love for him run wild. Thinking about how perfect this moment was. "Won't you sing for me, love?"

The Bard wrapped his leg around Geralt's waist as he flipped his hair back. Looking lovingly into his Witcher's ember eyes. "And what- what shall I sing for you my dear?"

"Surprise me, Bard."

The Witcher was pulled out from his thoughts when his chestnut mare snorted at a deer nearby, Geralt could sense its presence, it made him feel less alone. But it wasn't the same. His heart burned to think Jaskier could be somewhere within a stranger's arms. This angered Geralt, the Bard should be next to him, alas, he was not by his side when he looked over his shoulder, instead there was an empty place.

"Wolves can be restless 

Out there all alone

Is love a wish

Or some sorcery?."

Jaskier strummed his lute with passion, his gentle voice echoing through the valley, following Geralt as he led his horse along the endless path.

The Monster Hunter was rather annoyed with the Bard's singing, he wanted him to be quiet so he could travel in peace. Yet no matter how hard he tried he couldn't get the enthusiastic Bard to stop singing.

Thinking back on it now, Geralt regrets getting so angry at his Bard for sharing his love and passion to the world. More than ever he wanted to hear his voice again, let his singing fill his ears once more as he told a tale about a Witcher and his Bard. Just the two of them on another adventure. Though usually it was much different than he told, It was filled with love, lust, blood and monsters. The perfect story for the two love struck fools.

"And YOU good sir! DO you have any actual clue on what you are talking about!? You arrogant, pompous ass! I, I could fucki-" The Bard was interrupted in his rather passionate dispute by the Witcher stepping beside him and lightly pushing him aside, it was common for Geralt to stop such heated arguments between Jaskier and his 'fans'. This situation was no different as the Witcher saw the knife the man was holding and Jaskier did not.

"Do, do NOT interrupt me Geralt, this is important! I was just teaching this asshole a lesson!"

"I think you made your point , Jask." The Witcher stepped in front of the Bard, putting space between him and the stranger before them. "Fuck off." Geralt snarled as the man turned and left, knowing better than to argue with a Witcher.

"Phewww...That was close... Wasn't it, Geralt?" The Bard let out a proud sigh once he caught sight of the man's dagger. "Thanks for that.."

"Hmm... I sometimes wonder if you'll survive without me." The Witcher gave the Bard a gentle kiss on the top of his head.

'If you'll survive without me.' Those words hit Geralt like a blade to his heart. He remembered saying that to Jaskier. As the Witcher downed his cup filled with ale he allowed the business of the tavern to fill his ears as the people around him carried on their day as if their hearts were not longing for someone to hold, and love. Geralt felt more alone than ever, they wouldn't understand. The Witcher's yellow eyes scanned for his Bard throughout the tavern, but he couldn't find him.

"Stop your wiggling, this would hurt a lot less if you stayed still, love.." Snarled the Bard as his hands carefully and gently worked their way around Geralt's fresh wound, the Bard was wrapping it with bandage and cloth to stop the bleeding.

Geralt sat on the bed as Dandelion tended to his hand. His fingers were soft and gentle, careful not to touch where it hurt, though it was nearly impossible as the monster hunter sometimes drew back a bit. "Eh, this creature really did a number on you? Once I get it cleaned and wrapped it should start to feel better." Jask smiled as he gave his Witcher a soft kiss upon his cheek. Geralt melted in his touch and smiled warmly to the human.

Now Geralt had wished he cherished those calm, innocent moments when he had the chance. He looked down at his hand, seeing the faded scar where his wound once was, forcing him to remember that moment, when it was just the two of them, where they could be together without judgmental eyes watching them. Where was Jaskier now? Many days had gone by since his journey, and no sign of his Bard. He started to question if he was alive. Or buried in the ground at the top of the mountain where he abandoned him.

Soon days turned into years, tales of a Witcher spending his days searching for a Bard had spread like a wildfire. Geralt, the great monster hunter, had met his match. He couldn't find his Bard, or perhaps Jaskier was making himself hard to find, perhaps he meant it that way.

Alas, the monster hunter would seek out his Bard until he was found, listening to every story, rhyme, tale or song about a Bard and hoping it was his Bard. They say a Witcher has no emotions, or maybe those who say this has never seen Geralt and Jaskier together, how much Geralt has gone through looking for the chance to apologize for what he said to his Bard all those years ago, that perfectly annoying idiot, his annoying idiot.