Witcher - The Wolves Flower

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There was something about the way he smiled, it drove Geralt mad. Why did this insufferable bards smile drive him absolutely wild?

He was a Witcher, he wasn't supposed to have feelings, emotions. It was clear to him however that was not true.

He had emotions.

He had feelings.

And more than anything, he had some very particular feelings for the bard Jaskier.

Out of everyone he had met, man, women, creature. It was the bard that made the heart of this Witcher flutter.

Geralt watched as Jaskier danced across the room inspiring the patrons of the bar singing tale of their adventures, of the Witcher himself. Each little movement Jaskier made Geralt was analyzing.

Wide leaps table to table as he spun and sang seemed to intoxicate him more.

Why did the Dandelion amuse him so?

A flower that would surely be crushed under him, crushed by a simple touch or kiss or hold of the hand.

Geralt was no good for the bard, and the bard, well the bard was good for the Witcher. Yet Geralt wanted that to be a lie.

Geralt stood as Jaskier bounded to the next table, his foot landing on a plate and it came out from under him. Jaskier was swept off his feet in seconds, he anticipated a fall, and yet he was soon in the strong arms of the very man he sang praise of.

Geralt looked down at him with concern, Jaskier smiled. "Toss a coin to your Witcher!" Jaskier sang loudly.

The crowd erupted in praise, their glasses raised high. Jaskier smiled we Geralt carefully placed him on the floor.

"I think you've had enough dancing, Jaskier." Geralt suggested. Jaskier smiled and lowered his lute, a few coins were tossed their way. Jaskier bowed. Geralt stood, his yellow eyes trained on Jaskier.

His dandelion.

No one would hurt him, not even the clumsy bard himself.

Geralt walked by the smaller mans side back to their tavern. "You sing praises to me that are undeserved." Geralt finally managed as the door to their shared room closed.

"On the contrary darling, they are very deserved."

Geralt felt his heart beat quicken, Darling.

Why would the bard call him with silly things.

Jaskier smiled placing his lute down beside Geralts swords. "I don't agree."

"You've saved my life many times, Geralt, and just today you saved my lute from becoming damaged when I fell."

"I wasn't worried about the lute."

"I was." Jaskier smiled, then his eyes grew soft in realization. "You were worried for me?"

"I always worry about you. I..I care for you."

Jaskier smiled looking over the white haired man. "I care for you too, I care about you a lot." Geralt couldn't help but smile.

"You are not like anything they say of Witcher's. You care, you have feelings, desires, wants and needs. You are not emotionless or unable to understand feelings. You feel, you care."

Jaskier stepped forward tilting his chin up. Geralt didn't move from the bard. He looked down at his flower.

"Jaskier I don't want to hurt you."

Jaskier smiled. "You won't, you worry and care for me. You won't hurt me."

Geralt studied his face, fuck it, he leaned down and captured the bard in a kiss. As their lips met Jaskier felt a rush of excitement run through him, Geralt deepened the kiss as Jaskier muttered into him.

"I promise to protect you my Dandelion. To protect you like a fragile flower."

Jaskier smiled. "About time Wolf. I thought I'd have to make the move myself."

Geralt couldn't help but smile, their foreheads pressed together as the white Wolf made a silent vow to the world to protect his dandelion.

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