#whump jaskier

[gardenvinus]

Jaskier with i8 cuz im a glutton for bard whump <3

The whump Jaskier is never enough, hahah it's my favorite tag x´D

I hope you like it uvu <3

[slayernina]

JASKIER'S WHUMP COLLECTION

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[admjralbenbow]

whoever came up with the trailer with THAT SCENE of Jaskier actually said "welcome whumptober." dear we are still in september.

[cap-sweet-and-salty-sadness]

Geraskier prompt: Jaskier breaks his leg, maybe during a fight or an accident in dangerous terrain?

jaskier whump and soft caring geralt

If anyone was to ask, especially his worst enemy and lesser bard Valdo Marx, he injured himself while defending the White Wolf, Witcher extraordinaire, Geralt of Rivia from the vicious claws of the werewolf they were fighting. There would be no mention of the small rock that, in fact, was the culprit of Jaskier’s injury as he was backing away from said werewolf and caused his leg to twist unnaturaly and him to crumple face first into the dirt.

“I told you to stay far from the lair, didn’t I?” Geralt scolded Jaskier as he was helping him back to their camp, supporting most of his weight with a muscled arm wrapped around his waist. If the bard leaned more than necessary into Geralt, well, he was the only one to know. 

“And miss out on details you never deem useful to add? Unlikely to happen. Beside, the pain isn’t that bad.” At that, Geralt let him go. Jaskier swore as he instinctively put his injured leg down, and he quickly threw his arms around Geralt’s neck.

“Alright, alright” he conceded, puffing at the aching pain and the odd feeling of something in his knee clearly not properly aligned. “I’ve had better ideas. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

Geralt hummed and grabbed him again. They finally reached their camp and Geralt helped Jaskier on a log. 

“Remove your trousers.”

Jaskier pouted as he untied his laces. “Definitively not the situation I dreamt of you saying that.”

He removed his boots and slightly lifted himself on his uninjured leg to slide down his trousers, grateful the current fashion favoured looser fits. Not everyone could pull off tight leather, after all. Speaking of which, the witcher washed his hands with their waterskin before he sat down before Jaskier. He pulled his foot on his thigh to inspect his knee. He was being careful, his prodding gentle as he shifted his knee from side to side and then extended his leg. It was already swelling and looking angrily red.

“It’s sprained,” Geralt concluded, his bare hand skimming down his calf. Jaskier tried his best not to show how much he was affected by having the handsome man right before him while he was only in his small clothes.  Geralt left his position to fetch something in the saddlebags and he let out a silent breath, taking the few seconds to get a hold of himself. Him and his stupid ability to become enamored with anyone. Well, Jaskier had long passed that step with Geralt and was deeply in love with the man, not that he expected anything in return.

“What’s that?” He asked him, rubbing his thighs that were starting to get cold. Geralt had a small sealed vial in his hands, and through their numerous years together, it was the first time Jaskier was seeing it. 

“It’s going to help with the swelling and the pain, accelerate the healing,” Geralt explained, his voice gruff as usual, but Jaskier knew him enough, there was something more to it. He watched him apply the salve to his knee, most of his face hidden by white hair, his tie long lost to the werewolf. Without much thinking he brushed it back and froze, then slowly retracted his hand like he hadn’t done anything. Golden eyes peered up at him, unblinking for a second, and shifted down as Geralt put back on the lid. 

“I never saw you using this.”

“Because it doesn’t work for witchers, only humans,” Geralt said, suddenly hesitant. He didn’t back away however, warm fingers wrapping around one of his ankles. 

Jaskier needed a few seconds to understand, but when he did, hope blossomed in his heart. “You bought this for me. Because you knew this would happen and… you care for me.”

Geralt hummed, his face softening as a small smile appeared. “Took you long enough.”

Jaskier grinned and reached down to kiss him.