Toss a Coin ? THE WITCHER ONESHOTS

You tried to scream out for help, but all that escaped you was a strained gargle. The henchman of the nobleman who had your tongue ripped out sat next to you, pressing a blade against your belly beneath the table.

"Now, now. Wouldn't want me to rip out your guts, too." He cooed with a sick chuckle. "You're coming with me."

He pulled you up, a firm grip on your arm with his blade pressed to your stomach. To anyone else, it looked like he was helping a drunk out of the bar. You whipped your head around, hoping to the gods that someone would see your silent cry for help. Just as you were being pushed out of the door, Jaskier made eye contact with you. He could see the fear etched across your face.

"(Y/N)!?" He stopped singing, dropping his instrument as he called after you. "Geralt! (Y/N)'s being kidnapped!"

Geralt turned with urgency, seeing you being drug away through the window. Both men rushed out of the tavern, catching the final glimpse of the carriage you were loaded into disappear down the street.

"We have to hurry!" Jaskier cried out, looking to the witcher for help. Geralt sniffed the air, his enhanced senses picking up on the drink you had spilt on your shirt, which was why he had watched you carefully in the tavern before you where whisked away.

"I can track them. Let's go." Geralt announced. He untied Roach, who was munching on grass in front of the inn and motioned towards Jaskier. "Get on. We need to hurry."

Jaskier clambered onto Roach, settling into a fairly uncomfortable position but ignoring it for your sake. "Let's ride."

Geralt snapped the reigns, sending Roach flying down the street after the carriage.

***

Following the scent and the few tracks left by the carriage, Geralt managed to track you down to a hut outside of the city.

"I think the nobleman came back for (Y/N)." Jaskier commented, looking at the expensive carriage that sat behind a large bush. He and Geralt were on foot now, sneaking towards the hut under the mask of dusk.

"This must be where they do their dirty work." Geralt noted. "It's a good way off the beaten path."

Geralt took the lead, crouching as he snuck towards the back of the hut. They peered through a window, careful not to be seen. You were slouched over in a chair, your hands tied behind your back. Jaskier hoped you were simply knocked out, but he feared the worst.

"(Y/N)'s alive. I can see them breathing." Geralt whispered, putting his friend's mind at ease. They watched as the henchman who kidnapped you paced in front of your form.

"Wake up, dammit." He complained, his voice muffled through the glass. Jaskier had to strain to understand him, but Geralt picked up his words with ease. The man smacked your face a couple of times, causing your eyes to slowly flutter open.

You groaned as a smile slipped across your kidnapper's face.

"Wakey, wakey." He cooed, his fingers tangled in your hair as he pulled your face back. "Seems you were a bad little mute, helping that bard escape. That technically means you were scheming with him and the witcher. Any idea what they were up to?"

You weakly shook your head. It's not like you could tell him even if you knew, and you still wouldn't.

"They were stealing from my master, that's what!" He growled, his putrid hot breath filling your ear.

Jaskier shot a look at Geralt, who merely glanced back. "Stealing!?" Jaskier whispered harshly. Geralt shook his head, then pressed his fingers to his lips to hush Jaskier.