Patreon reward for @addicted2demons (you asked to surprise you with a kidnapped!Jaskier story where Geralt saves him, so fingers crossed you like this drabble!) I used some aspects of a fic I plotted out that haven’t written yet (no promises that I will haha)
Blood dotted Jaskier’s shirt as he received another blow against his jaw. They had been going on for God knew how long, torturously slow but enough that he wouldn’t get an ounce of rest. Sleep tugged at his eyelids, eyes burning as he looked up again at the tall, broad figure in front of him; the white light from behind him blocked out his face.
The shadow scoffed, arms crossed over his chest, and kicked Jaskier in the stomach again.
Acid burned the back of Jaskier’s throat, but his determination kept him from emptying his stomach. Breathing harshly through his nose, Jaskier shook his head, brown strands of hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. Fuck this bullshit.
He knew this would happen sooner or later, fully aware of what he was getting into once he let himself go in the arms of the White Wolf. Geralt was an infamous mafia boss, ruthless, stern, yet he never broke a promise, and that was what Jaskier had initially appreciated in the man.
At first, he had been rather apprehensive at allowing himself to flirt a little whenever Geralt came to the bar he worked at, but his deep, silky voice and hard features had instantly made Jaskier swoon. Before he knew it, he had been sitting in Geralt’s office, discussing the details of their relationship since both of them had wanted more than a few casual hookups.
Geralt had warned him that all sorts of opponents would come for him to hurt Geralt. Jaskier had been too focused on the care in Geralt’s charming touch and the warmth that spread through his chest when Geralt said it was because he cared so deeply about Jaskier, to fully grasp what would happen.
With his wrists bound behind his back, knees scraping over the concrete floor, Jaskier didn’t even know what foe was towering over him as he received another punch in his nose. Blood flowed freely from his nostrils and down his throat, the taste of iron overwhelming his mouth.
“Speak,” the figure said and Jaskier barked out a laugh.
Betray Geralt? Who did he think he was?
“Fuck you,” Jaskier spat through gritted teeth. This man was foolish, and he’d pay for this. Geralt would make him beg, and Jaskier would laugh.
When the shadow smacked Jaskier’s temple, the brunet wondered if his vision went black due to the impact of the blow, but the man cursed under his breath once the room became fully dark. Heavy footsteps echoed through what seemed to be a hallway connected to the room where Jaskier was in, followed by muffled voices and creaking wood.
Jaskier squinted as he tried to focus in the darkness, his eyes bulging wide open as he heard the wooden door break. His heart pounded loudly in his chest, threatening to break out of its ribcage as his ears picked up on a low thump in front of him.
Men screamed, groaned and instead of meddling in the fight, Jaskier rolled to his feet with his hands cuffed behind his back. Someone pushed him, his chin scraping over the floor, ankles twisting as he tried to save himself from falling.
He searched around, ignoring the now muffled screams and looked at the small window at the opposite end of the room. They had put him in a basement?
Someone pushed him again when he made a run for it, and Jaskier instinctively kicked back, hitting his assaulter against his shin and knees. The man groaned and Jaskier’s eyes widened as he recognized the deep rumble from his chest.
“Geralt?” Jaskier stopped his movements, going still in Geralt’s hold who pressed him against his chest. He didn’t stop himself from taking in a deep breath, basking in the White Wolf’s arms wrapped around his shoulders.
Geralt kissed his forehead, peppering kisses across his temple until the lights sprung back on and both hissed as it hit their eyes.
“Fuck,” Geralt said lowly, brows furrowing as he inspected Jaskier’s wounds before Eskel and Lambert burst through the doorway; the wooden door only hanging onto the last hinge.
Jaskier looked at Geralt’s colleagues who were out of breath, wiping the sweat off of their foreheads.
“You’re too fast, Geralt,” Eskel said, finding leverage on Lambert’s shoulder.
Jaskier couldn’t help but chuckle, leaning further against his boyfriend’s chest as he made quick work of the cuffs around his wrists.
“I should really teach you how to get out of these,” Geralt hummed, throwing the iron pair on the floor.
Jaskier grinned cheekily. “Where’s the fun in that?”
“You just got kidnapped and you’re already thinking about that?”
Jaskier’s grin grew wider and he stuck out his tongue.
Geralt scoffed, wrapping his arm around Jaskier’s waist before he looked at Lambert and Eskel. “Clean this up.”
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