#badass jaskier

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His mind drifted.

“--askier! You’re–!”

Voices fading between reality and dreaming. Someone made a plaintive, weak sound like a wounded animal. Geralt thought it might have been him.

“Get him inside! He’s–”

“What the fuck happened?”

Pain burst in shocking waves as his body was moved. He attempted to slit his eyes open but the light felt like a knife to his skull. His thoughts scattered like birds in flight and he struggled to hold onto anything.

Concussion, he finally managed. Bad enough to make his body struggle to heal it.

“Call Triss. Tell her it’s worth the risk.” Yennefer’s voice was distant. He tried to identify the emotion coloring her tone, but failed. It felt like he couldn’t breath and his panting was unnaturally loud in the room.

A shadow moved overhead and he heard Essi’s soft voice. “Is he…?”

Someone attempted to brush away the bloodied, matted hair from his brow. “Geralt?” The voice was painfully familiar and Geralt closed his eyes tightly, terrified now. “Hold on, pretty. We’re getting you help.”

The temptation to open his eyes surged, but it was overwhelmed by the roaring in his ears. It felt like he was falling backwards and his muscles tensed in anticipation of the impact.

He blacked out.

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war time prompt

Directly following their fight and split, Jaskier is enlisted to go off to war. As the son of a nobleman he can pull strings and get away with not going directly to the front lines. But despite his estrangement to his family, he owes it to his people in Lettenhove to serve his duty and protect his lands and people.

So, Jaskier does not shy away from going to the front lines. He becomes a leader and high ranking general, and insists on putting himself in the thick of things.

Jaskier becomes known as the Red Bard, a nickname turned moniker from his men who revere him for his skill bringing blood on the battle field and the gracefulness in which he executes it due to his previous career.

Cue Geralt's reaction.

[between-two-fandoms]

I beg of The Witcher writers to include some badass Jaskier or feral jaskier fight scenes in season 2. We all know Joey would be able to do it.

Perhaps during a Jaksier-gets-kidnapped-by-nilfgaard-scene where the captors are all "where's the witcher and Cirilla?" And jaskier knows their at Kaer Morhen because its winter but he hasnt actually seen Geralt for a number of years. He cusses at the Nilfgaardians then breaks out of his bonds (the nilfgaardians, like everyone else, had underestimated him and only used cloth to tie him to the chair.) once finally free Jaskier basically fights the way out of the camp solo and steals a horse who painfully reminds him of Roach then realizes hes good at fighting and becomes some sort of assassin-for-hire with morals and specializes in killing nilfgaardians painfully.

Or perhaps during a bar scene where the wrong guy ends up insulting Geralt and even though Yennefer is literally right there and Ciri is about to skewer the poor man with her sword Jaskier hands Geralt his lute and leaps over the tables as he launches a whole ass chair at the dude. In the background Geralt is just falling more in love with his sweet innocent baby bard while Yennefer and Ciri cackle with laughter behind him.

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His eyes tracked the number of fingers lingering too close to the triggers of their weapons and he sighed dramatically. “Lambert, darling,” he called down the hallway where Lambert had been showering, “we have visitors.”

The shower turned off and Aiden listened to the soft movements of his mate in the other room. Normally, the gentle domesticity of such a thing would make his heart ache, but now he just wondered how quickly he could murder everyone in his living room.

One of the soldiers stepped forward nervously, clearly wary of whatever scary stories he’d been told about Witcher speed. “By order of the Council, you and the rest of the Witchers are under house arrest—“

“Surely they could have sent an email,” Aiden interrupted, enjoying the way the vein in the other man’s forehead became visible, “Did we really need all the dramatics?”

“Until Geralt of Rivia is remanded into our custody, all Witchers will remain within the Tower pending further review.”

Aiden made a derisive noise. No matter what sort of political jargon they used, the Council was clearly choosing sides. Geralt’s disappearance and subsequent rebellion had only served to fray and rip through the careful connections Eskel had built. The newest members of the Council clearly hoped that painting the Witchers as villains would help shore up their own power. It was the sort of thing politicians seemed to live for.

If he was being honest, Aiden might acknowledge the growing sense of relief at the return to his years on the other side of the law. Siting through meetings and press conferences had only been manageable when it was the price to pay for remaining at Lambert’s side.

Now that the Council was turning on them…well, he wouldn’t miss much about life as an upstanding citizen.

The sound of the hallway door opening made the soldiers turn toward the bedrooms and offered Aiden the opportunity to slip the small Berretta out of the slit in the couch cushion. It rested against his thigh like a cold promise. Lambert could bitch all he wanted about his paranoia and continued attacks on their furniture, but a Cat never stopped being a Cat.

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It was always a little disappointing to hunt a common criminal.

They could never live up to the quick wit and vicious skills of the Dandelion.  Geralt had become spoiled on plots and heists that were concocted by a master craftsman.  A part of him had always looked forward to the chase, the barbed one liners, and that cocky smirk that haunted his dreams long before he’d learned the taste of his skin.

Now Geralt leaned against the wall of a grimy bar and tried not to roll his eyes at the cliche behaviors around him.  Women dressed in outfits that clung to each line of their bodies leaned heavily against their dance partners, eyes flat and disinterested while their hands slid down to free wallets from their pockets.  A few groups of men and women lingered near the edge of the crowd, carefully watching as they traded cash for small packets of powder or pills.  The undercover cops that had attempted to infiltrate the space had already been escorted out by the sharp-eyed bouncers near  the bar.

All of it felt pedestrian compared to the intensity of a life with Jaskier.  It took all of his effort to keep himself focused on the task at hand rather than simply calling in Eskel to clear out all of this trash.  Geralt toyed with the condensation on his untouched beer and tried not to think about the smells currently assaulting his nose.  

His iconic hair was hidden beneath the plain black baseball cap and he’d taken pains to hide the breadth of his shoulders beneath a baggy flannel. The effect had the added benefit of disguising the shape of the gun at his waist and knife along his spine. Even his eyes were shadowed with the low lights of his preferred corner. 

Jaskier would have teased him for the moody atmosphere. His villain would have seen this all as a tawdry show—all low budget edgy drama. 

It soothed some of his ragged edges to imagine Jaskier’s commentary on the club and its patrons if he were here.  He would have laughed at Geralt’s clunky attempts at disguising himself.  There’s no hiding those biceps, love.  Men have gone to war for less.

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Geralt’s lips were still cracked from the heat of the fire and they opened painfully on a near-silent word.  Immediately, Jaskier turned toward the tray of food Aiden had delivered to retrieve a bottle of water.  He gently helped Geralt raise his head from the pillow and guided the bottle to his lips, supporting him there as he drank deeply.  After a moment, Geralt turned his head away in a silent feature and Jaskier quickly set the water aside in favor of getting the alpha resettled on the pillows.

The other wolf licked his lips and attempted to clear his throat from the smoke still lining it.  “You’re here.”

Jaskier blinked, startled at the unexpected direction of Geralt’s thoughts.  He shifted his weight, trying to anticipate what Geralt meant by it.  “I…yes,” he said, “I didn’t want you to be alone.”

It was a dangerous sort of admission.  Far too close to acknowledging the bond that had been driving them together for weeks.

Geralt frowned at him and Jaskier felt his nerves turn into a wild thing, twisting and writhing within him.

He should have left while he had a chance.  He should have allowed Lambert to oversee Geralt’s healing.  Anything to avoid the rejection he knew was coming.  Anything to avoid hearing Geralt’s voice telling him to leave for good.

Jaskier leaned back to force himself to his feet, but froze when he felt Geralt’s calloused hand wrap around his wrist in a gentle shackle.  

All at once, he was terrified.  Terrified that perhaps it wasn’t love that moved within his chest each time he saw Geralt staring back at him.  That this love would become a knife twisting within his heart, sinking deeper with each new breath until death became the only release he could ever hope for.

In this moment, Geralt held the means to his destruction in a way Emhyr and Cahir never had.  A single word, a single syllable could erase every scrap of battered hope he possessed.  He stood at the precipice of calamity with one person holding on to the rope that kept him from sinking into the abyss.  He was–

Geralt’s fingers tightened around Jaskier’s fluttering heartbeat and his thumb swept over the delicate skin in a caress that made Jaskier shiver.  The alpha stared at Jaskier and his mouth shaped the word that made Jaskier’s wolf go quiet.

“Stay.”

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Jaskier left Novigrad with a small backpack full of his belongings, an empty bank account and a tiny, three-legged kitten tucked into the pocket of his jacket.  He hadn’t bothered to carry anything else out of his dorm room or even let his professors know why he wouldn’t be back in their class room again.  Whatever naivety he might have once possessed about justice or proving there was evil in this city had died with Renfri.

He bought a ticket out of town with the cash he’d accumulated from his last gig and pulled the hood of his jacket up over his head to hide his features from nearby cameras.  If the Witchers were hunting Renfri for what she’d discovered about Stregobor, it was only a matter of time before they began looking at the people closest to her for more information.  There was no hope that he’d be able to hide his fury or heartbreak from a Witcher and so he chose to do the unthinkable:

He would leave this city and find his own justice.

By the time the news began to cycle through the story of a dead extremist killed by the White Wolf, Jaskier was already out of the city limits and heading deeper into the Continent.  In Posada, he watched the white-haired Witcher grunt his way through a press conference while Stregobor and the older Witcher, Vesemir, watched with obvious approval.  At the outskirts of Redania, Jaskier found himself at the end of his cash and forced to walk into the country of his birth on foot.

He walked into Redania with his rage and heartbreak compressed into diamond-like hardness. The silence that followed him through the bus ride and long hike toward the city in the distance ensured that he’d already thought how he’d return to Novigrad one day soon with the skills he needed to bring the Witchers and their fucked up, corrupt system to its knees.  Hours after leaving the bus stop, Jaskier reached the outskirts of Tretogor and began his hunt for the information he would need to topple an empire.

Instead, he found Phillipa.

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Beside Lambert, Aiden’s eyes continued to scan the flickering darkness around them for any sign of attackers.  His mate was clearly trying to find a way to protect his pack and remove any chance of Jaskier being taken away by anything else.  The two brothers remained always within touching distance even as Jaskier attempted to carry Geralt towards the garage.

The alpha’s body was still covered with the stench of blood and silver, but Lambert had enough experience to know he would survive whatever wounds he’d gained during his fight with Emhyr.  He waited until the closest wolves began to speak among themselves before leaning closer to Jaskier.

“Emhyr?” he asked in a low voice.

The other wolf looked back with a gleam of triumph in his eyes.  “Dead.”

“Good.”

In the end, that was all that mattered tonight.