Toss a Coin ? THE WITCHER ONESHOTS

"(Y/N), we have a problem..." Jaskier's dull voice floated through the room.

"Let me guess, you caused it? Why am I not surpr-" You didn't notice the panic in his voice until you were cut off by a large thud. Whipping around quickly, you saw Jaskier on the floor...

***Several Hours Earlier***

"I really don't like the idea of traveling into a large crypt that some people claim is haunted." Jaskier mentioned, nervously tugging at his shirt and clutching his lute closely.

"Didn't I tell you to grab a sword?" You replied, mentally face-palming at your companion. "We're here to check out the claims, Jaskier. It's a really old house, I'm sure it's just the wood creaking that people hear. Don't be paranoid."

"Is.. is that blood!?"

"Ohh, perhaps we do have a guest."

You continued to creep through the house, your annoyance growing as you felt Jaskier jump at every sound. He was literally so close to you that you could feel his breath on your neck. It felt like your nervous system was connected to him, if his ears pricked, so did yours, if he got goosebumps, you felt them. It was driving you crazy and it was incredibly distracting.

"Jaskier! Back up, will you!" You whispered harshly, turning around to face him. "If you're afraid, then go wait outside! I can't work with you acting like my shadow, clinging to my back."

"A-Actually, shadows- you know what? Not important." Jaskier saved his smart remark upon seeing your unamused face.

"Please, back up. I won't let whatever this is hurt you, but you're more likely to get hurt if I can't focus."

"Oh, I see~ I distract you, don't I, (Y/N)?"

"You'd be distracted too if I were- What's wrong?"

"G-g-ghost! IT'S A GHOST!"

You whipped back around, following Jaskier's line of sight before finally seeing the pale figure. Your heart started racing, threatening to jump out of your throat as you looked at the...face paint?

"Jaskier, it's a man in a-" You started to explain, but got cut off by an arrow flying towards your head. You ducked just in time, the arrow piercing the wall behind you. Unsheathing your sword, you growled in anger as you approached the man. He pulled out two short swords, swinging them wildly as you engaged in the duel.

Just as you were gaining the upper hand on the man, you heard a shaky voice call out from behind you.

"Um, (Y/N). We have a bit of a problem..." Jaskier stated. He had the arrow that was shot at you held to his throat. A woman had a firm grasp on him. She addressed you in a firm voice.

"Stop. Now. Or I cut his throat and have my friend kill you." She said, pulling Jaskier down and applying pressure to his neck. You could see a small dribble of blood.

Dropping your sword, you stepped away from the man.

The woman barked out an order. "Drop to your knees. Now!"

You quickly did as you were told, dropping to the ground and holding your hands above your head to prove you were cooperating.

"Hmm.. If you value this man's life. Beg for it. I will consider releasing him."

You immediately swallowed your pride. As much as you hated to admit it, you deeply cared for Jaskier. On top of that, you promised you would keep him safe. "Please. Let Jaskier go. He's a good man. A silly man, but a very good man. He's not a threat. Trust me." You paused, swallowing hard as you became more afraid for Jaskier. "Please, just let him go. I'm the warrior, you can have me. I pulled him into this mess, he deserves to live a full, happy life. Let him go."