Geraskier one shots

thieves

Jaskier uses geralts swords to deal with thieves.
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They are on the road heading for the next town. They haven't been traveling too long but the sun is quickly going down.

They stop to make camo and geralts the reigns go so roach can graze.
Jaskier starts setting up camp.

They had done this enough times there was no need to talk about it. Jaskier would make camp and geralt would get food.

"I'll be back" geralt says grabbing his dagger.

Jaskier nods and Geralt goes off to get them some Rabbit's to eat.

While he is gone jaskier continues setting up camp. He sets up the tent and their bed rolls.

He collects firewood and goes to roach giving her love and praise.

As he is petting roach he hears footsteps. Jaskier knows it isn't geralt.

The witcher can either walk silently or heavily nothing between. Jaskier carefully turns and finds himself facing three men with swords.

Jaskier looks past them towards where geralt disappeared to. If he shouted geralt wouldn't make it in time.

From the corner of his eye he saw geralts sword. He took a deep breath taking a step infront of it.

He smiles at the men and puts one hand behind his back to grab the hilt of geralts sword.

"Gentlemen what do I owe this pleasure?" Jaskier says charmingly

"Give us your coin or lose your life" one said and jaskier sighed

"I don't think so" jaskier says and draws the sword quickly.

Jaskier has to admit it is a bit heavier then he had expected. He holds it tightly and moves his feet to balance himself.

The thieves weren't ready for it and jaskier quickly swung the sword unarming one of the theives.

Jaskier was a Viscount's son, at a younger age his father made him learn sword lessons.

He hoped it would make jaskier more of a man but jaskier never enjoyed it. He grew to hate swords.

Jaskier straightens the sword so the tip of the blade is against the now unarmed thief's throat.

He holds it steady and the man freezes. They make eye contact and jaskier tries to seem strong.

"I suggest you leave" he says trying to sound demanding

Just then another thief rushes towards him and jaskier quickly moves the sword to block the attack

His body remembered how to move with the sword. His old trainers voice comes into his head

"The sword should be an extension of your arm."

Then jaskier continues to dodge blows. The sound if metal against metal made jaskier feel like throwing up.

He hated swords, he hated fighting with them. He hits one in the stomach with the hilt.

Jaskier never liked fighting. He liked killing even less so he tries his best not to actually use the blade.

Eventually he starts getting tired and knows he can't keep it up so swings at one of their arms. It slices down their arm.

Thankfully it's not too deep but it's still a bad cut. The man screams in pain making the others look.

they rush to their injured friend and rush off. Jaskier isn't even paying attention anymore.

Jaskier can feel his body shaking. He had no idea geralt had seen almost the whole fight.

Geralt had gotten the rabits quickly and was headed back when he heard the sound of metal against metal.

When he was close enough he stopped seeing thieves. He had planned to step in and strike them down but then he saw jaskier

Jaskier was holding his sword. He didn't look clumsy or nervous instead he looked confident and held it steady.

Geralt just watched as jaskier fought. He could tell jaskier was trying not to use the blade.

Geralt didn't understand. Jaskier was doing perfectly fine with geralt's sword which was a surprise on its own.

Geralts sword wasn't light, it couldn't be. What confused him the most was how easily jaskier moved.

The bard had told the witcher many times he wouldn't know what to do with a sword. 

Once Jaskier actually landed a blow they rush off but geralt still doesn't move still in his thoughts. 

Jaskier slowly look at the sword before grabing a cloth to clean it.

Geralt chooses that time to come out. He walks making sure to make noise not wanting to scare the bard.

"That was impressive little lark" geralt says and jaskier freezes

He quickly finishes cleaning geralts sword before putting it back. He doesn't give geralt any sort of response.

Jaskier doesn't say anything as they eat and go to bed. He doesn't say anything the next morning when they take the camp apart.

He doesn't even speak once they are on the road. Geralt kept giving him worried looks but the bard doesn't see them.

Usually geralt would be happy about the silence but he could tell something wasn't right with the bard

Geralt tried to wait for the bard to start talking or singing but neither happen. After about an hour geralt can't hold it in anymore.

He asks the question that had been on his mind from the moment he saw jaskier.

"How do you know how to use a sword?" Geralt asks and jaskier freezes once again

"I don't wanna talk about it" jaskier says but geralt isn't letting it go

Eventually jaskier breaks and huffs slowing his speed slightly. Roach automatically slowly too.

"Fine. If you wanna know I will tell you" jaskier said and looks anywhere but geralt.

"You know I am a runaway. My name is Julian Alfred Pankratz." Jaskier says and gulps.

Jaskier takes a deep breath before continuing

"I am the son of a viscount. My father thought it would make me more of a man" jaskier said like it hurt

"I've been training with swords from the moment I could hold one." Jaskier says taking a deep breath.

"I hate swords" jaskier said and sounded so sure.

There is silence for a few minutes before geralt finally says something.

"I see" it isn't a lot but it never is with geralt

Jaskier simply nods before they continue wakling.

Jaskier does feel better after telling geralt the truth. After another hour the bard starts strumming and singing.

Geralt relaxes as they continue the journey. The Witcher swore that jaskier wouldn't have to ever use a sword again.