Fight Me Not
Fandom: The Witcher
Jaskier, at his most vulnerable, drinks something he shouldn't. Now he, and the others, are paying the price.
A mage slips a wicked potion for Jaskier to ingest, then bides her time. When the perfect opportunity presents itself, she enacts the second part of her plan. Killing Princess Cirilla.
TW: Violence, injury descriptions, mind control, possession, implied alcoholism
WC: 5.8 k (chapter 1)
@badthingshappenbingo Prompt: Knife to the Throat
in company with this great Gifset by jaskefer
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"I know you're not sleeping." Yennefer's remark is concern-laced, challenge-soaked, and wrapped in a layer of nonchalance.
Jaskier grunts in annoyance, gives in and scratches at his throat, clenches and unclenches his injured hand inside his pocket. Sleep . As if he's able to get any without drowning himself in wine.
It seems more recent than it actually is, that night he got his hand burned. Too soon after which, Yennefer disappeared and he was thrown in jail. The rush of the adventure had petered out, leaving only the sizzling fire in its wake, corroding his burned skin.
No salves for his pain in imprisonment. He offered the guard, then, amounts of coin Jaskier clearly did not have. Not on him. In exchange for something to ease the pain. Anything. The guard did not acquiesce. But Jaskier didn’t stop asking. Demanding. Begging. He couldn’t. Until a few days later —Jaskier supposed the man had at least a little bit of decency and humanity left in him— that he'd gotten Jaskier a small flask. It tasted something like goat crap. Jaskier registered and filed it away, it wasn’t the worst he’d ever tasted. He did not question, couldn't afford to. Not when it promised relief.
And despite the despicable taste, it did the trick. Soothing balm replaced burning pain. A tingling buzz, even. Soon after, an irritating itch followed. Since then, he fell into an awful habit of drinking his pain away, wherever alcohol was available.
Now though, what little wine he’d left Kaer Morhen with was gone before their first camp.
He doesn't wish to revisit any of that with Yennefer, despite how they're supposed to be friends now. Times of exposing his vulnerabilities are long past. He wouldn’t know how to start, when he can’t find it in himself to laugh them off as a joke.
"Let it go, witch."
Yennefer grabs his arm. "What's gotten into you?"
Inexplicable surge of fear flayes his insides, compels him to yank free his arm.
"Me? What is it with you!" His voice squeaks a high pitch that would make Valdo snicker. "Don’t touch me!"
He takes a couple defensive strides backward, slamming right into Geralt’s chest who came investigating the commotion.
"What’s going on with you two?" the witcher asks in a low timbre.
Jaskier walks away from him too, and eyes the both of them, fighting a wild instinct to panic.
"Nothing," he murmurs, heart still slamming in his chest. "Sometimes I wonder what I’m even doing here."
I bet Yennefer doesn’t get casually touched very often and I see Jaskier as the sort of person to be very touchy with the people he likes
good thing they’re bffs now
She's asked twice, directly and out loud, over the last two days.
"Why won't you let me check your hand?"
Make that three times. And Jaskier is running out of banter like a slaughtered animal runs out of blood.
for the @jaskierminibang, in companion with @prodbionic’s wonderful fic, fight me not!!
This was a week after the whole incident that ended with the nosebleed. Yennefer barely interacted with Ciri for an entire week. Until Ciri had enough of it and straight up hugged Yennefer. Undoubtedly, Yennefer embraced the girl as much as she could, showing her love to Ciri without uttering a word.
I can’t get enough of them ❤️
what abt dara, my friend dara, in e4? 🥺
love love love him and his big hair from that one scene he's so good
saw a pretty dress,,,, jask time :P