wip wednesday
this is for @tenarha who's excitement for this wip is fueling me! its more of my accidental warlord jaskier/aiden lives au, i really need to think of a title for this. so far we've got 'honey i took over the continent' cause im incapable of having a serious title these days and 'blood and whiskey' which is from the mechanisms - high noon over camelot i think i've settled on aiden/lambert/jaskier. i was kinda torn between the aiden/lambert/jask and geralt/jask with maybe geralt/yen/jask but my outline kept swinging towards aiden and lambert so yeah
He’s got his head in his overstuffed wardrobe organising the flowing shirts and doublets by which would make Valdo cry the most when he wins the next competition when suddenly there’s a knife at his neck and a rough hand covers his mouth.
“Scream and you die,” a husky voice whispers against his ear, he can feel their teeth as they snarl the warning. Jaskier’s gaze flicks to the door, locked and bolted from the inside. He can just make out the window over his desk, closed as it has been all morning, but he knows it doesn’t have a bolt or a solid catch and could easily have been how his assailant clambered in.
His eyes find the bed where his ward is -
The witcher is gone from the bed. Which means the man at his back is the confused and concerned witcher who at his last memory was a prisoner of an evil mage. Of course, he came up swinging.
Where the hell did he get the knife though? Not important right now.
“You will answer my questions and if I don’t like your answers, you’ll drown in your blood, understand?” the witcher growls and Jaskier nods once and focuses on relaxing. It's quite impressive that the man is upright after such a long convalescence.
Significantly less impressive as under the slight weight of one relaxed bard, he practically crumbles, landing heavily on the floor. The knife slices a weak line against Jaskier’s throat, too blunt to do more than a shallow cut and answering the question of where the witcher got it, it's the fucking cutlery.
Jaskier and the witcher let out pained ‘oofs’ as they land.