#jaskier drabbles
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Witchers were feared by all, especially "The Butcher of Blaviken" and yet Jaskier was never scared of Geralt, which made zero sense. Geralt might not have been the emotionless killing machine the Continent made him out to be but Jaskier couldn't have known that.
Afer spending time with him, Geralt realised that it probably had to do with the bard's terrible self-preservation instincts. He got into trouble constantly and always followed Geralt on hunts, no matter how dangerous.
When the witcher once asked him about it the bard replied with his brightest smile: "I'm here for a good time, not a long time". It made Geralt roll his eyes but when he thought about it later, he realized with a chill that the bard meant it.
He already knew there was more to Jaskier than meets the eye. The bard talked nonstop and yet Geralt knew almost nothing about his past. He fleeted through towns and relationships, but nothing was permanent and none lasted. When he thought no one was looking at him he had a melancholic look in his eyes, void of the usual shine.
It always puzzled Geralt but now he couldn't help but face the terrifying truth: Jaskier didn't care at all whether he lived or died.
#drabble#tw implied suicide ideation#i hope someone more equipped than me could write something with this prompt#bc i can't do more than that#the witcher#text#fanfiction#geraskier#geralt of rivia#jaskier#my writing#crispy
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Geralt stared at the nervously chattering guy, unblinking.
He was an idiot.
A brightly dressed idiot who had driven to the wild life rescue centre in the middle of the night, close to tears because he had found an injured animal on his way to a party.
"Can you save him?"
"Her," Geralt said automatically and took the small fluttering thing from the man. Oh, hadn't he mentioned? The guy was an idiot, who had stopped his car to help an endangered and dangerous species.
The guy was an idiot.
Geralt already felt his heart fluttering like the griffin's wings.
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“Really? No fangs?” Jaskier pouts. “What kind of a werewolf curse was this?”
“Lycanthropy hits everyone differently.”
Geralt hums as Jaskier dresses against the sunrise, still pale from being in wolf form all night.
Well, wolf is an overstatement.
The curse turned Jaskier into a very fluffy, not-at-all-menacing lap puppy with soft brown fur. With large, scared eyes and cuddly tendencies. He was trembling until Geralt held him close and murmured gentle things.
“What a shame,” Jaskier sighs, disappointed.
Geralt resists the urge to pet the brown hair that he now knows to be soft.
“Yeah,” he answers. “A shame.”
#geraskier#geraskier fic#werewolf jaskier#drabble#this is because of that cibia art#chibi jask...turns into a puppy#he tiny...
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The other witchers didn't know how to think of the colourful human that Geralt had brought back to the Keep with his child surprise. He was not what they had expected, truly, they didn't know what to expect at all considering they didn't know he was coming but if they did it wasn't this.
"Geralt for the love of Melitele..." The man sighed exasperated as he bullied a potioned dosed Geralt into a chair by the fire. Nimble fingers removing armour with ease, face and emotions uncaring of the bottomless eyes staring back.
"Hm." It was a grunted with a sigh.
Jaskier sighed. "I worry for a reason, looks like a claw got under the armour, it'll take me but a moment to stitch..."
"Hmm." Geralt hummed again, slightly drawn out.
The witchers watched with wide eyes as the Bard paused slightly with a scowl. "Yes, I know it's unnecessary, but I'm still going to stitch it."
"...hm."
"So help me Geralt of Rivia..." Jaskier threatened slow and low, his blue eyes flashing as he presses the damp cloth carefully around the wound. "Don't you take that tone with me. I worry, doesn't matter of you're a witcher."
Lambert had enough. "How the fuck can you understand Geralt?"
Jaskier paused and cocked his head to the side with a furrowed brow. "Twenty years of travelling, it's easy enough know when you have that experience by ones side..."
#the witcher#the witcher fanfiction#geralt of rivia#jaskier#jaskier/geralt#jaskier dandelion#geraskier#the witcher fandom#writing drabble mood
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Witcher! Watch out for that tree!
“You didn’t have to throw that guy through a table you know.” Jaskier says absentmindedly plucking at his lute as he walks beside Geralt down the dusty path.
“He was being an ass.” Geralt reminds him.
“Yes, well it did get us kicked out of the inn though so maybe not worth it?” Jaskier says still plucking at his lute more than likely trying to subconsciously perfect a tune that would soon make an appearance in one of his latest songs.
“He called you a cocksucking bastard.” Geralt reminds him gruffly. “I wasn’t going to let it go.”
“I mean it’s not the worst thing I’ve ever been called I could give you a whole list of insults a mile long that’s been hurled at me this year alone and never repeat the same one twice.” Jaskier laughs at his own expense.
Geralt offers an irritated grunt by way of reply.
“I mean it wasn’t even really an insult since it’s true, I mean half of it at least.” Jaskier says tuning his lute slightly.
“You were an illegitimate child?” Geralt asks surprised.
“Oh gods no. No matter how much my father would like to claim otherwise, I meant the first part. You didn’t know I was Bisexual?” Jaskier asks sounding genuinely surprised.
Geralt doesn’t answer, doesn’t say anything at all, doesn’t look away from Jaskier even as they approach an enormous tree in the road. But surely Geralt couldn’t miss it, its trunk was wider than his shoulders for heaven’s sake.
Geralt runs smack into the tree with a dull ‘Thunk’ stumbling backward.
“Good gods Geralt are you alright?!” Jaskier says jogging the few steps he had fallen behind Geralt to catch up with him and check on him. “How in the world did you miss that tree?”
“You’re into men?” Geralt asks instead of answering the question.
“Yes, I thought that was painfully obvious. Don’t tell me that’s why you ran into the tree it’s honestly not that surprising. I mean I’m kinda fruity.” Jaskier says with a laugh.
Geralt just stares at Jaskier until his smile fades.
“You’re not opposed to that sort of thing are you?” Jaskier asks suddenly a little worried that this of all the things might be what ends their friendship.
Geralt is a silent as a stone for a few minutes leaving Jaskier to wonder what exactly he would say if he ever said anything at all.
“No.” Geralt finally grunts out relieving Jaskier of his fears.
“Well that’s a relief.” Jaskier says with a nervous chuckle.
Geralt continues to stare at him until Jaskier finally asks. “What exactly is the problem then?”
Geralt finally stops looking at him only to start looking anywhere but at him. “I’m in love with you.” He mumbles.
“I’m sorry come again?” Jaskier guffaws. “Because I thought a certain sorceress occupied that stony heart of yours.”
Geralt shakes his head reverting back to his normal taciturn state.
“You’re telling me I’ve had a chance with you all this time and you’re just telling me now?” Jaskier asks voice raising an octave.
Geralt finally seems to get the message that his feelings are reciprocated because the next thing Jaskier knows he’s being pushed up against the tree and Geralt is kissing him.
Ao3 link to this story.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/45596839
#Ao3 is down for god knows how long so I’m posting some of my stuff here#ao3 problems#ao3fic#geralt x dandelion#geralt x jaskier#geraskier#Witcher Tv#witcher geralt#witcher jaskier#jaskier#geralt z rivii#geralt fanfic#jaskier fanfic#Drabble#fluff#swearing#bisexual jaskier#they have one brain cell and it belongs to Roach#545 words#word count: 545#DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own the walking dead nor do I claim to.#own any characters in this fan fic or from The Witcher This transformative work has been created purely for entertainment purposes.#No profit is made or sought. No copyright infringement is intended.#All publicly recognizable characters settings etc. are the property of their respective owners.#The original characters and plot are the property of the respective owners.#I am in no way associated with the owners creators or producers of any media franchise.#No copyright infringement is intended.
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There are few scarier things with Lambert than when he’s around children, and the children likes him. This Jaskier learned the hard way when he heard him and Ciri making smalltalk by the fire, thinking it was a perfectly innocent conversation. Which he shouldn’t have, because it is Lambert and Ciri.
“No, you are not thinking big enough. Dream big!” Lambert had said, waving around with his arms, and Ciri giggled. Could have been innocent, right?
Wrong.
The explosion rattles the already shaky foundation of Kaer Morhen.
From the distance, he hears a loud woop and an even louder
“LAAAMBEEEERT!!!!”
#the witcher#drabble#kaer morons#Lambert#cirilla of cintra#jaskier#kaer morhen#dont trust the lambert lambert what a prick#explosions#somewhere in the background i have hid a#geraskier#because that is who i am as a person#dapanda writes
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Written for the @ficwip drabbles prompt
Fandom: The Witcher
Ship: Jaskier/Geralt
Title: Jealousy
Prompt: You call this a sword?
Jaskier was missed again. They had arrived two days ago to a village full of life and places to explore, but losing Jaskier for the third time was enough of a record.
“You call that a sword?” Geralt heard Jaskier’s voice coming from inside of a rainbow colored tent. The Witcher stopped and pressed his ear against it. “It's not that big!” the bard exclaimed and Geralt slammed the door open and glared at Jaskier. But his mood of serial killer vanished at the sight of a sword shop and the old seller.
“Great! Now my surprise gift is ruined!” Jaskier said as he crossed his arms dramatically.
#ficwip#drabble prompt#geraskier#geraskier fic#geralt de rivia#jaskier pankratz#geralt x jaskier#my writing
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Jaskier yawned as he took his place at the table for breakfast, taking a moment to observe the other occupants. Ciri looked about as awake as he was, not seeming to notice as Geralt spooned more porridge into her bowl. Coen had his nose in a book already whilst Eskel was busy giving Lil' Bleater chin scritches, the little Devil wagging her tail happily at the attention. Aiden was sat curled up in Lambert's lap, both of them eating from the same plate with their heads pressed together, Lambert's hand running absently up and down the Cat's back as they had their own private conversation. Jaskier's sleep-addled brain provided him with a thought which caused him to titter to himself softly, this soon turned into a giggle and then full blown guffaws as the Witchers all turned to look at him like he'd lost his wits.
"The fucks wrong with you, Bard?"
"Oh nothing I just- haha- I just realised Lambert's apparently achieved the impossible."
"Meaning.....?"
"He found a cat which doesn't run away hissing at the sight of any of you!"
The groans he got in response (along with the bread roll to the head from Lambert) were definitely worth it.
#the witcher#witcher drabble#jaskier#witcher jaskier#witcher Lambert#witcher aiden#aiden/lambert#aiden x lambert#lamden
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For the reverse trope: too hot to cuddle, pairing of choice!
-solcorvidae
You FOOL! You've activated my trap card by invoking the fire-related adjective 'hot!' I summon Rience/Jaskier angst in ATTACK MODE!
WC: 495
A Burning Embrace
Jaskier lies awake in Rience's embrace, afraid to move, and contemplates his situation on a winter's night.
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Small shadows drifted softly across the floor, speckling a beam of moonlight from the window. The air was colder that night and clouds drifted through the sky, now and then covering this small comfort. Jaskier had been watching the moonlight for hours, even as the snow began, hoping the clouds would move on once more and return the little patch of cold white.
The room was dark at long last, free of its oppressive candles. The scorched logs lay limp in the grate, the fire finally dead in the night. He'd flinched at every pop and stray spark which floated upward on the warm draft. He would rather shiver in the dark. Were he able, he would throw himself out over the windowsill into the frigid night.
But he could not. Arms engulfed him, caging him in place. Rience lay at his side, asleep. His embrace was stifling, skin burning where it touched. It was only his memory, Jaskier knew, but it was a torture of its own kind. And it was true, no matter what his mind exaggerated, them mad mage ran hot.
He supposed that was the fire in him, sleeping beneath his skin like embers beneath the bark of a log. Jaskier could feel it. A hand on a porcelain cup of fresh tea; no matter how sweet it was, with one shift it would spill over and burned all it touched.
This sick approximation of affection kept him captive. A doting obsession. Rience knew it was a ridiculous farce, but it was his own. It was revenge and indulgence, and perhaps jealousy, Jaskier thought. The lingering glaces at the mirror, the way Rience stroked Jaskier's face—even the way in which he spoke of the beauty he admired in Jaskier was laced with a kind of envy.
He keep a precious bauble was to make its beauty one's own.
So he was kept. He was posed and ordered, dressed up and down, taken out and admired at Rience's whim. He delighted in his power, and his cruelty blazed like the sun. But when the sun fell to give way to the moon, he quieted and left Jaskier to his own devices. Except for the darkest of nights.
Tonight was dark enough, and Rience came quietly to Jaskier. He did not speak to order him, nor did he take from him anything more than his space upon the bed. He merely lifted the coverlet and inserted himself behind him, wrapping his arms around his chest. There he clung, to be vanished by morning and forgotten.
If there had been no fire in him, Jaskier might have embraced him. In a pub, without agenda, such a face would have made him stop. He was weak enough to admit it. But there was no choice in this. There was nothing gentle in it. Rience was a wildfire, destroying everything in his path, mindless in his consumption.
Such a fire burned too hot to embrace.
#can you tell I used to be obsessed with yugioh by that intro?#my fic#drabbles#rienskier#we all know this is a geraskier blog but rienskier is so deliciously evil#rience x jaskier
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jaskier is a mirror. a reflection of the world around him—its joy and laughter, its heartaches and loss.
jaskier is a dandelion. hardy and dependable—always showing up again in the spring. asking others what they yearn for.
jaskier is a song. ever present the second he shows up—filling the silence around him. he is the quiet humming of a maidservant doing her chores, the soft whistle of a farmer tending to his animals. an unconscious reminder that he won't be easily forgotten. he's the stories that will live through the ages forever
#the witcher#netflix#text#jaskier#personal#trying to figure out if geralt is a hammer and radovid is a knife‚ what's jaskier?#also while writing this I thought of the idea of jaskier having the ability to grant wishes#like that's why he laughed when geralt said he's looking for a djinn because hello wish granter already right in front of you#and how geralt was able to fall asleep at then end of 01x05 despite not making a wish for it#my drabbles
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In a matter of minutes, the sky turned from blue to grey to nearly black. They'd felt the increasing wind before which had made them hurry their steps, but they were not able to escape the thunderstorm that was rolling on.
“Jaskier, we need to hurry if we don't want to get drenched,” Geralt said through gritted teeth.
“You know, we would get to the next inn in time if we were actually riding on a horse.” Jaskier looked at Roach, who seemed to give him a glare, but that was probably just his imagination.
“You know we can't.” As much as Jaskier wanted to protest, he knew that Geralt was right, because Roach was already carrying enough weight at the moment, and they needed all of that. It wasn't like they could just abandon everything just to get to their destination. It wasn't even freezing cold, Jaskier didn't mind the rain at all – he loved the summer rain actually – but he knew how much force a storm could have, how much destruction lightning could leave behind.
Before they know it, the rain set in. Geralt grabbed Jaskier by the wrist and pulled him towards the trees to seek shelter from the downpour. In the distance, they could hear the thunder, but they couldn't see the lightning yet, because of their surroundings.
“So, you want us to stay here until this is over?” Jaskier quirked an eyebrow at Geralt,
“Don't tell me you want to go out into that downpour and get completely drenched? Are you mad?”
“You do know who you are talking to, right?”
“Yeah, you are mad...” Geralt shook his had half in amusement, half in exasperation. Before he could do anything, Jaskier stepped out of the shelter the trees were providing and into the rain. It smelled sweet and earthy, like the typical summer rain, which made Jaskier smile, even ad the rain made it's way through his clothes and onto his skin. “We're in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?” Geralt watched Jaskier stand there, already completely drenched.
“Yes,” Jaskier yelled over the sound of rain, a brilliant smile on his lips, as he tilted his face up to greet the rain. It felt amazing, it always did. He couldn't really say what it was about the summer rain, but it almost felt like it was cleansing his soul. For a moment, he simply stood there, enjoying the rain on his skin that cooled his body down after they'd been walking in the sun for hours. Slowly, he turned his face towards Geralt again as the rain was lessening. “You do know that lightning striked trees rather than flat land, right? So I'm actually safer here than you are over there.”
“I'm good here.”
“What's that, my dear Witcher?” Jaskier smirked, turning completely towards him, cocking his head to the left. “Are you afraid of a little rain?”
“That's not a little rain.” Geralt looks Jaskier up and down, his bright blue doublet now a couple of shades darker due to the water.
“So you are afraid,” Jaskier kept on teasing, but he looked up at the sky again, closing his eyes. It was already getting a bit lighter again, but the rain remained. There was still thunder and lightning all around, but still a bit away from them.
“Say that again.” Jaskier heard Geralt's voice close to his ear now, before he felt the Witcher's hands on his upper arms. The bard gasped when he opened his eyes and was suddenly nose to nose with Geralt. Still, he couldn't help but smirk.
“Scared, Witcher?”
“You wish!”
His words make Jaskier's smirk turn into a smile. His hands reach up to cup Geralt's face before he presses his lips to the Witcher's. He'd kissed a lot of people, but he'd never kissed anyone in the pouring rain before. Something that was so romanticised that he had to try it himself, and... it did live up to what he'd expected. More than that actually. Geralt's grip on his arms loosened, and instead, he dropped his hands to Jaskier's waist, pulling him closer. Seems like Jaskier wasn't the only one enjoying this kiss in the rain. They only parted when they both needed to come up for air. Staring into each others eyes, they both started chuckling.
“Maybe, we should keep going now to get to that inn... get out of these clothes, hm?” It was Jaskier's suggestion this time, because as much as he enjoyed standing in the rain, kissing Geralt in the rain, he liked being warmed by Geralt's body next to his in a comfy bed even more.
“You just want to get me naked, don't you?” Geralt asked, trying to suppress the smile that was about to break out on his lips.
“Maaaaaybe.” Jaskier pulled Geralt towards him for another quick kiss. “Can you blame me?”
No. No he could not, because he wanted to get Jaskier out of these wet clothes as well. To keep him from catching a cold of course.
Inspiration from this list
#scared Potter?#You wish!#your writingdoesn't match up to others#I'm not creative enough#Let's get to creative writing#staffi writes#how to get yourself out of thinking and generally thinking everything sucks?#yes you write a drabble because fuck it#fighting with#no matter who reads this or doesn't read it#it helped me get into this again today and get myself out of having not so nice thoughts#geraskier#geraskier fi#geraskier drabble#geralt of rivia#jaskier#jaskier x geralt#geralt x jaskier#the witcher drabble#the witcehr fanfic
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ficletvember 2023 - day 21
a vaguely one-sided radskier drabble today!
Moonlight washed over falling snow as peaceful Toussaint slept. There would be no peace for the Witcher's hansa, trudging through the cold.
Jaskier lingered by the window, wondering if he would ever forgive himself his lack of bravery. At his back, Radovid slipped close to hold him. His whispered reassurance fell empty.
The flow of wine worked to dull his worry, and the prince tried other means to distract him. His mouth, sweet and focused. The bed warmed by firelight.
He had chosen this. Touched the golden crown of Radovid's hair.
On an exhale whispered Geralt's name as he spent.
#my fic#ficletvember#radskier#radovid x jaskier#i have no energy today lol have 100 words bye#drabbles are so quick why do i torture myself by doing full ficlet all month (because it's fun and satisfying actually)#it still takes me an annoyingly long time to write drabbles though gotta get the word choice perfect
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Geralt smoothed down the front of his doublet Jaskier had picked for him, scowling at the mirror. They looked good next to each other. Like they belonged together.
"I look like Valdo Marx."
Only he didn't have that stupidly charming smile that Jaskier had fallen for or the winning personality that had Jaskier swooning.
"Yeah," Jaskier sighed dreamily.
Geralt's chest ached and he wanted, wanted, wanted. "
"But it's just me."
Jaskier softened and he brushed Geralt's hair behind his ear, revealing his scarred face.
"That's the best part, the outside is new but now it reflects what's already in you."
#drabble#yes i did use quotes from legally blond the musical#geraskier#geralt#jaskier#legally blond au#i guess#my writing#ficlet#witcher
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ok i fuckin found this in my drafts so here goes, one and a half years late:
smubbles round up: wanksgiving (2022)
Iorveth/Vernon Roche
Pears (E, torture implements as sex toys) - “Don’t you trust me?”
Handlebars (E, facefucking) - What else are those big ears for?
Choke (E, strangulation, dubcon) - This is not how this is supposed to go. He’s not supposed to be here without backup, there weren’t supposed to be any fucking Squirrels, he’d thought he’d get some fucking privacy for once—
Tongue (T, body modification) - Hound, they say.
Like a Lady (E, crossdressing, dubcon) - Vernon Roche is supposed to be guarding his king up at the manor, not down with the smallfolk, which means—
Hold Still (E, predicament bondage) - give the fellow what he wants
Revolver (E, gunkink) - There’s a dustup down in one of Foltest’s warehouses, and Roche is the one to clean up after it. Then Iorveth finds him. The cad.
Foltest/Roche
Tied (M, bondage) - Vernon, dear, stop struggling.
Kiss (E, sex work) - Roche has been looking forward to this, but—
Fine Fabrics (E, semi-public sex) - A king’s self-control is never to be questioned
Geralt/Roche
Nice (E, 69ing) - Roche’s mouth is his nicest feature
Endure (M, flogging) - We open on the dungeons beneath La Valette castle
everyone else lol
Scalp (T, Geralt/Jaskier) - You know how a musician’s hands can be
Pinch (E, Yennefer/Jaskier) - He’s blind, deaf— utterly submerged under her.
Push (E, Geralt/Jaskier/Yennefer) - Yennefer is listening for any real sign of pain
Breathe (T, Yennefer/Geralt) - He knows the taste of her tongue.
A Scholar’s Hands (E, Ciri/Luliana OFC) - Luliana is very good with her hands, and Ciri is helpless for it
Blood (T, Geralt/Eskel, vampiric healing) - Just bite, wolf, you need it.
Flame (M, Vilgefortz/Rience) - Vilgefortz breathes slowly, steadily, and does not let the fire burn him.
Crystal (T, Iorveth/Geralt) - caves are cathedrals
Indolence (E, Iorveth/Geralt/Yennefer) - Yennefer deserves dinner and a show
Wildflowers (T, Iorveth) - There were no flowers in antiquity - Louise Gluck's "Hyacinth"
High Noon Over Vergen (G, cowboy au) - Geralt is just trying to do his damn job.
To The Sunrise (M, Eskel) - Something is watching Eskel through the trees.
#wanksgiving#my writing#smubbles#temerian trash can#witcher fanfic#witcher 2#geralt of rivia#vernon roche#iorveth#foltest of temeria#jaskier#smubbles: wanksgiving#drabbles#this is not actually my most egregarious round#but it’s up there#wordy bitch disease#100 words at a time
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Any Reason Will Do
“We’re having what now?”
“Friendsgiving.” Jaskier, covered in flour and something that might have been breadcrumbs, whisked by Geralt to stir something bubbling on the stove. Geralt looked dubious.
“You know it’s June, right?”
Jaskier put his hand, still clutching a wooden spoon, to his hip. “I like turkey, I like my friends, and I like excuses to celebrate. So either help me cook or get out of my kitchen.” Jaskier ruined his tirade by winking at Geralt.
Geralt pretended to contemplate to irritate Jaskier, then asked, “Are we having pie?”
“Pumpkin, pecan, and apple.”
Geralt put on an apron.
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31 days of ficmas, day 23 - friendmas friendsgiving
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The thief had snuck in through the window to the small inn room in the middle of the night, looking for his pouch of gold. Had Jaskier been a heavier sleepier, maybe he would’ve had the luxury of sleeping through his mugging, waking hours later to find himself broke. However, as luck would have it, he just had to wake up with the urge to pee right as the man with the dagger was crossing the room in front of him.
No sooner did Jaskier blink away the sleep in his eyes, than the weapon was lodged into his stomach. It had been a shallow stab, obviously meant as more of a warning than anything else. The man had told him to keep himself quiet, and he wouldn’t be hurt any more than he already was, but he was Jaskier.
He had never been good at keeping his mouth shut in the first place.
The bard’s first instinct was to scream. Geralt was two doors down- they had finally saved up a small fortune, enough to rent more than one room for the night, and Geralt had tired of Jaskiers noise- and would be quick to the musician’s rescue, surely.
As soon as Jaskier opened his mouth, the man clamped a stinky, sweaty hand over his mouth, and dug the knife in deeper with his other hand.
“Hnng-!” Jaskier groaned in pain as the dagger dug deeper into his skin, trying to quiet himself. He weakly pushed against his attacker, in a pitiful attempt to make the pain stop, but his efforts were met with more pain as his arm was twisted painfully behind his back. He cried out, before biting his lip hard to cut off the noise.
“Like I said, keep quiet, brat,” The man hissed roughly in his ear. “No need to bother the witcher, aye? Else it’ll be him bleeding out here next to ya.”
Jaskier whimpered softly, but kept his mouth shut even as the man removed his hand. Perhaps it was the blood loss, but the more Jaskier thought about it, the easier it was to stay quiet. He didn’t want to bother Geralt, after all. The witcher already had to put up with his noise constantly, he wouldn’t be happy about being woken up to something like this.
Jaskier nodded slightly, to himself. There was no point in waking the witcher, he needed his sleep. The world was already fuzzy on the edges of his vision; it would be so easy to simply close his eyes and never open them again. Geralt would wake up and realize that his annoyance was finally gone, and he would be very happy. It was much better this way. In fact, Jaskier thought as his eyelids fluttered shut, it would be much more work to keep his eyes open at this point than it would be to close them.
There was a loud bang from down the hall, followed by strangely familiar heavy footsteps. Another bang sounded, this one much closer and louder than the last, and that was finally enough to make Jaskier open his eyes again.
“Let him go,” The witcher growled, his golden eyes dangerously furious.
‘Oh no,’ Jaskier thought in his delirium, ‘He looks really mad at me…’
The man holding the knife into Jaskier was so scared, his trembling hand let go of the bard’s hands, causing Jaskier to slump over limply across the bed. A moment later, Geralt was kneeling next to Jaskier, some blood splattered onto his night clothes. There was a deep emotion in the witcher’s eyes, and for the first time since they had met, Jaskier thought he looked rather scary.
“I…’m s-sorry…” He groaned out weakly, clenching his hand in a fistful of Geralt’s shirt. “T-tried… not t-to… w… wake you...”
The last thing Jaskier saw was Geralt’s golden eyes going wide in horror, as the world went dark.
#geraskier#angst#jaskier angst#Making the hard suffer#Is my favorite thing to do#Got bored in class and started writing#Literally started with “Jaskier groaned in pain as the dagger dug deeper” lmao#Feeling evil so I hurt the bad#It’s as simple as that#Drabble#ending is up to imagination#fanfic
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