Prompt 14
Jaskier is sure Geralt ignores most of what he says.
That is, until Geralt leaves his journal behind when he goes to hunt one day. Jaskier trips on it and goes to put it in his pack, light-heartedly muttering to Roach about how much of a slob that man is, before seeing his name plastered all over the page.
He takes a deep breath and prepares himself to read a page filled with nothing but insults and a rant of how annoying Jaskier must be, only to find out the journal is filled with paragraph after paragraph of loving descriptions and insights into everything Jaskier speaks or sings about, including the occasional highly-detailed sketch of him, made with love.
Jaskier reads page after page after page after page after page, and only stops when interrupted by Geralt's shocked intake of breath as he comes back to camp.
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Pre-Prompt fic that ticks some of the boxes was found by @merthurmagic!
It focuses on the drawing part, but it's very sweet! It involves getting together, and the kaer morhen boys! I'm not a personal fan of the way dialogue is written, with angle brackets instead of quotation marks, but it's still a good read!
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| messenger of death - banshee!jaskier |
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That’s when he felt it.
That’s when he smelled its stench .
Death and blood .
He stopped briefly, claws digging into a tree’s bark as his lungs and throat squeezed with need.
Finally he did it.
He screamed for the first time in almost three days.
The forest echoed with the terrifying sound, making every living being within it, fall silent in fear.
Julian sighs and moves to wipe the tears that escaped his eyes, when something catches his attention. A distant shout of a panicking man.
“JUST TELL US WHAT IT WAS, YOU MUTANT SCUM!”
He furrows his brows and immediately starts moving towards where the shout came from. He remains in the trees when he sees a small Nilfgaardian camp. There are sixteen of the soldiers dead on the ground. No. Not dead. More like massacred .
There’s seven of them left standing and on guard, while one of them talks to a bound man and girl. Julian’s dead heart stops and he almost falls off the branch.
Geralt and Ciri .
He feels ready to cry in happiness at the knowledge that they’re alive and well. That is until the shithead that’s interrogating, his Witcher hits him. Geralt grunts, clearly hurt but still manages to glare at the soldier.
“Leave him alone ! Please ! He’s hurt !” young Ciri screams, tears in her eyes.
“Shut up! Or you’ll lose your tongue!”
Rage consumes him.
Julian grips his sword that he very rarely uses, as right now he can’t risk screaming with Geralt and Ciri there. Then he drops himself from the branch, landing in the middle of the camp, his hood concealing his features.
“What the fuck—?!” one of the startled soldiers curses, moving to attack Julian.
He raises his hand and grabs the blade of the sword that's aimed to strike him. Julian’s own blood paints the blade but he doesn’t care. Raising his head up, he lets the soldier see his face.
The Nilfgaardian pales and his body shakes as he asks “W-What are you?!”
Grinning madly, as the cornflower irises seem to be glowing in the pools of red that surround them, Julian responds with glee “Your destiny.”
Horror consumes the soldier, but not for long as Julian, let’s go of the sword and draws his own, just to cut off Nilfgaardian’s head with a graceful spin.
All hell breaks loose after that.
Seeing their companion dead, the others snap out of their shocked states and attack. Julian kills in the same way that Jaskier used to perform. It’s beautiful and graceful, he looks like he’s dancing . He looks like he was born to do this.
And Julian certainly was.
Jaskier not so much.
He leaves the interrogator for the grand finale.
“Please! Please, I beg of you!” the soldier beggs, the smell of piss coming off of him, irritating Julian’s nose.
Stalking forward he cuts off the man’s hand first. It was the same hand that he hit Geralt with. Ignoring the tortured screams of the man, he lifts the limb and waves it around hissing.
“Just so you know, if you haven’t hit him. You would die with it attached to your body.” then he nodded towards the tree where the two were still bound “Because you see. They’re mine . And no one will touch what’s mine . Actually. I should take your tongue as well.”
“ Please !” the man whimpered.
Julian’s eyes narrowed as he threw the hand aside, before raising his sword and only responding.
“ She also pleaded with you and I’m going to ignore you like you did her.”
With that, he buried his sword deep within the man’s chest, not looking away from the man’s dying eyes.
Silence.
Everything was silent .
Julian finally raised and fixed his hood, before glancing at Geralt and his child surprise. Only for his heart to break further.
Ciri was shaking, her green eyes wide with fear as she stared at him. The smell of fear was thick around her… and Geralt. The Witcher was glaring daggers at him, doing his best to get out of his bounds to probably do everything he could to protect the girl.
Ah yes.
He was a monster, wasn’t he?
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PART TWO from “The Ghost of You” on ao3 by TypicalNerd98.
hi! so this is my version of banshee jaskier from my geraskier fanfiction. this was so fun to create! i’m working on adding backgrounds to my works and this was a perfect opportunity! anyways, i hope that you like it and that you check out the story, which i am officially getting back to writing <3
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