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storiesforallfandoms · 2 months

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destiny ~ geralt of rivia;the witcher

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request?: no

description: after a long, rough journey, the princess feels safe enough to sleep, so her mage talks with the witcher

pairing: geralt of rivia x female!reader

warnings: swearing, use of y/n

masterlist (one, two, three)

It was a long, tiring journey to bring Princess Ciri to find her destiny; the Witcher. The poor girl, only a child, had seen far more than anyone her age should ever see. Her grandmother had been smart enough to send a Mage with her at least, but there was only so much one Mage could do against the threats they had faced. When they had finally found him, stood alone after his own battle, and Ciri ran to embrace him, (Y/N) sighed in relief and finally allowed her body to relax.

They set up camp for the night. Geralt promised them he would find them somewhere with an actual bed for the next night, but Ciri could care less about where she was sleeping. (Y/N) knew she felt relieved, too. And finally the young princess could sleep knowing that she was safe.

Ciri was sound asleep next to a fire (Y/N) had built to keep her warm. The Mage was sat against a tree nearby, just watching. Knowing that Ciri was safe, that she felt safe enough to finally let her guard down, gave (Y/N) such a sense of relief that she felt like she could finally breathe again.

“You should be sleeping as well.”

(Y/N) looked up to see Geralt stood over her. She was surprised a man of his size was able to move so silently, but then again it was probably a skill he had to pick up as a Witcher.

“I would imagine you are just as exhausted as she,” he said.

“I am,” (YN) confirmed. “But not so exhausted that my body wishes to rest just yet. I guess it hasn’t realized yet that there is no threat anymore.”

“There are still plenty of threats.”

She shook her head. “Not tonight. Tonight, she rests soundly, and she is safe.”

Geralt looked over at the sleeping girl. For years he had been trying to deny Ciri. He didn’t believe in destiny, and he was the last person who should be looking after a child. But now that she was here, unharmed and at peace, he couldn’t deny that he felt relief as well. There were still plenty of threats out there, that much was still true, but he decided to agree with (Y/N) just this once. Tonight, they were all safe.

Geralt sat across from her. “You did well in protecting her. She likely wouldn’t have made it this far on her own.”

“That’s what I was afraid of,” (Y/N) admitted. “I promised her grandmother that nothing would happen to her, and I am not one to break a promise.”

“I was unaware that Queen Calanthe had a Mage in her kingdom.”

“I’m not a royal Mage. Just an old friend that she asked a favor of.”

“A very good friend to risk your life.”

(Y/N) smiled and shrugged. “I have known Ciri since birth, and her mother before her. I would do anything to keep that girl safe.”

She was gazing at Ciri again. Geralt noticed the look on her face. “Do you have children of your own?”

“Oh, Gods no. Those are very uncommon in my line of work.”

“No lover either, then?”

She chuckled. “Also very uncommon. It’s hard to let yourself fall in love when you are immortal.”

Geralt wasn’t sure why he even asked. It felt like the logical next question after asking if she had children, but Geralt cared very little if she had said yes to having a lover. Or, so he thought anyways.

(Y/N) looked back to him, a sly grin on her face. “Queen Calnthe told me about your ties to Ciri.”

Geralt grunted. “I’m sure she did.”

“She could hardly tell the story without a string of profanities.” (Y/N) giggled. “No one has ever made the queen more angry than Geralt of Rivia.”

Geralt found himself smiling as well.

“Well,” (Y/N) said, tilting her head a little. “Would you look at that.”

“What?” he asked.

“The Witcher smiles. And he looks quiet handsome doing so.”

(Y/N) was nothing if not forward. One does not live for many decades and not become bold and forward. She felt a little delight when she saw a brief look of shock on Geralt’s face. She certainly wasn’t lying, though. Anyone with eyes could see that Geralt was good looking. She was sure he was able to use that to his advantage as well.

Silence fell over them. The only sounds were the wildlife around them and the crackling fire. Both of them turned to check on Ciri at the same time, as if some sort of instinct kicked in for them both. (Y/N) took Geralt’s distraction as an opportunity to really study him. She had seen a look in his eyes when Ciri had run to him earlier, but it was so brief that she couldn’t place it at the time. He had been wearing his tough guy mask since, except for this moment. As he gazed at Ciri, (Y/N) could see two emotions on his face: relief and worry.

“The queen also told me,” (Y/N) said, drawing Geralt’s attention back to her, “that you weren’t going to claim Cirilla at first. She said you called Law of Surprise without truly believing in it.”

Geralt grunted. “All that bullshit about destiny. I didn’t believe any of it. I called Law of Surprise because they insisted on something for me saving Urcheon’s life. I didn’t actually believe I would get anything.”

“And yet...” (Y/N) glanced towards the sleeping princess.

He nodded. “I didn’t want a child by any means. This is not a life for a child. If destiny is real, it has played a cruel trick on her.”

“Or it has given her a father that she so dearly needed after her own passed.”

“And a mother?”

(Y/N) smiled. She couldn’t help it. She hadn’t thought about the next step after Ciri was united with Geralt. Truthfully, she didn’t want to think about it. The thought of being separated from Ciri hurt too much, but she didn’t expect Geralt to want her to travel with them. He had been travelling alone for so many years that she was sure it would take time for him to get used to Ciri being with him, let alone if (Y/N) joined as well. She felt full of joy hearing Geralt insinuate that he wanted her to continue travelling with them as well. She wasn’t ready to say goodbye to Ciri just yet, or to Geralt for that matter.

“What a family we’d be,” she laughed. “A Witcher, a Mage, and a princess. Sounds like the beginning of a terrible joke.”

Geralt chuckled as well. (Y/N)’s smile broke as she let out a yawn.

“You should get some sleep,” Geralt told her.

“As should you.”

“I will.”

(Y/N) nodded. She wasn’t in any position to argue with him over whether or not he was actually going to sleep. She could feel herself finally being bogged down by her fatigue and knew it wouldn’t be long until she gave in completely.

Geralt’s eyes followed her as she moved to her knees. Instead of rising, she leaned towards him to close the gap between them. She lightly pressed her lips to his cheek, leaving a gentle kiss there before pulling away. He tried to keep his face unchanged as she sat back to look at him.

“Goodnight, Geralt.”

“Goodnight, (Y/N).”

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The sun was high in the sky when (Y/N) woke the next day. The fire had gone out and the heat was instead replaced by the scorching sun. (Y/N) blinked a few times, trying to get her eyes used to the brightness of day. When she finally managed to clear her vision, she noticed she was alone at the camp.

She quickly sat up and looked around. There was barely any signs that anyone else had ever been here. Just the kindle left over from the fire she had lit for Ciri. She felt herself beginning to panic. Had they left her? Had someone taken Ciri and Geralt went after them? Had Geralt changed his mind about having her join them?

She was getting to her feet when she heard the sound of horse hooves against the ground. A horse broke through the clearing in a fast trot before coming to a stop. (Y/N) breathed a sigh of relief when Ciri jumped down from the back of the horse.

“Good morning,” the young princess said, walking up to wrap her arms around (Y/N). The Mage was taken back by the gesture at first, but then happily hugged Ciri back.

“More like good afternoon,” Geralt commented, jumping down from his horse as well. “You’ve been asleep for hours. We went on to find food without you.”

“Forgive me for being tired,” (Y/N) said, playfully glaring at Geralt. To Ciri, she asked, “Did you sleep well, princess?”

“The best I’ve slept since we left Cintra,” Ciri admitted.

(Y/N) smiled and cupped her face. “You are safe now, princess. The Witcher and I will look after you and make sure no one will cause you any harm.”

Ciri looked between (Y/N) and Geralt, a smile pulling at the corners of her lips. “You’ll be staying with us?”

“Of course. I’ve come too far in this journey to let you go on without me. Although, I will need something to eat in order to continue on.”

She eyed Geralt. He chuckled and said, “Alright then, let’s find you something to eat as well.”

They went on foot with Geralt leading his horse behind him. Ciri was between the two of them, protected by her Mage and her Witcher.

“I was thinking,” Geralt said after some time of walking, “about our discussion last night. About destiny.”

(Y/N) looked over at him. “Yes?”

“Maybe there is such thing as destiny, and maybe it isn’t as bad as I once thought.”

“And what brought you to that conclusion?”

“Ciri was meant to be my destiny, but she wasn’t the only good thing that destiny brought to me.”

He looked directly at her when he spoke. She felt her heart flutter in her chest. She had no good response, so she just kept walking, a smile on her face.

She would have to thank destiny for bringing her to Geralt as well.

#geralt of rivia #geralt x reader #geralt of rivia imagine #henry cavill #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill x reader #the witcher #the witcher imagine #imagine #one shot #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account · 10 months

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between yennefer's "she was kicked in the head by a horse" about ciri and geralt's "he was kicked in the balls by an ox as a child" about jaskier I'm starting to think the destiny family is just Bad at coming up with excuses for their loved ones' behavior that don't involve Animal Related Injuries

#mine #jaskier #yennefer #geralt #ciri #the witcher #witcher #the witcher s3 spoilers #yennefer of vengerberg #geralt of rivia #cirilla fiona elen riannon

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annmarcus63 · 8 months

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I've always love the idea of game Geralt x series Jaskier.

Here's an idea. While training, Ciri's powers went out of control sending Game!Geralt to the Series!The witcher universe. Game Geralt meets Jaskier and Geralt. The pair agree to help him get to Kaer Morhen, since when Ciri comes looking for him, she would look there first. Here's a soulmate story, a thread with two ends. Geralt doesn't want him, but someone else might.

"Are there ....soulmates...in your world?" They are sitting in front of a small bonfire where a boar leg is getting cooked. The sunset shimmer has blue and purple shades that rain on them. The Geralt from another universe (Jaskier calls him BeardGeralt and BeardGeralt likes it cause it sounds like bear, like a...pet name) tilts his head towards him, showing he has his entire attention.

"I don’t think so."

“Oh” BeardGeralt smiles, his handsome face lighting with barely concealed fondness that shows every time they talk in private. His Geralt, the real Geralt, is currently brushing off Roach trying to appear as if he's not listening to their conversation. "Disappointed, are you?" Jaskier snorts.

"No really. Actually I'm relieved my counterpart doesn't have one, it wouldn't be fair, to me I mean."

"Then you'll be glad to know he's goddamn miserable. Couldn't catch a single fly." Jaskier's face lights up like a child on their name day. "Egotistical and malicious. You share those with Dandelion" adds BeardGeralt without a trace of judgment or anger, only amusement.

"But more handsome" says Jaskier with a wink, BeardGeralt gives him an appreciative look, a slight smile hidden under his beard. Jaskier has been feeling this tension between them. Not entirely sexual per se but more, something mysterious that's calling them. He has always flirt with his Geralt but he has never responded, has never been interested, but It's not the same with BeardGeralt and it feels nice, to be wanted for once, for more than a quick fuck. He must also admit that it is nice to hold the interest of one Geralt, even if it's not his, his soulmate. It shows him in a way that destiny wasn't wrong with them, that Jaskier could have been wanted by his soulmate, at least in another universe. That they could have been happy together.

"He's happy. He's with Priscilla" BeardGeralt says calmly, looking at the fire briefly. Jaskier tries to remember if he has known a Priscilla, he hasn't.

“Bastard” Jaskier throws his arms in the air in melodramatic surrender. He's not upset, not really, he's glad his duplicate from this other universe in which soulmates don’t exist is happy, but that doesn't make him any less of a lucky bastard. After all his biggest competition has always been himself, this Dandelion is him, so, yeah it feels like a competition. One that Jaskier is losing.

Jaskier is so immersed in his own reasoning that he gets caught up when BeardGeralt asks in a cautious voice "Where's yours?"

"My what?"

“Soulmate” And that's the thing, isn't it? He has a soulmate and a mark on his forearm to prove it and that soulmate is, in fact, a few meters from them tending to his horse.

There must be something in his expression, a dull compliance that has woven, somehow, on his heart (and people says the eyes are the windows of the heart), because the other Geralt dawns on the fact that Geralt from this world is Jaskier's soulmate.

And suddenly his Geralt is there, in front of them whelling the leg above the fire "It's burning" he growls looking up and meeting BeardGeralt’s eyes. Cat-like eyes, they both have beautiful eyes, they're the same and so unique at the same time, apart from each other. His Geralt is younger, he has a soul of one who still hasn't found how to live with pain and self-hatred. BeardGeralt is older, the kind of good wine older, he has a soul of one who has learned to live with all of it, he’s wiser and is full of quiet regret.

The witchers are speaking with their eyes, two predators speaking the same language. They stop the staring contest after a few seconds. The other Geralt doesn't ask again and Jaskier is relieved. Later, when the moon is glowing in the sky and they're trying to sleep, Jaskier thinks of how warm BeardGeralt feels next to him, it's cold so they're sleeping close to each other and wonders what it would be to be loved by him.

I'm posting this here again with small changes

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#the witcher #geraskier #the witcher 3 #geralt of rivia #jaskier #dandelion #geralt x jaskier #What if BeardGeralt has a dandelion on his body #BeradGeralt thinks Jaskier is so extravagant and flamboyant and ridiculous and #chilsdish and generous and caring and beautiful and perfect and oh my gad is he in love?#SeriesGeralt is jealous as fuck #Jaskier deserves love

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bluebugjay · 8 months

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another super beautiful thing about netflix Geralt and Jaskier's relationship is that they're not destined for each other or to be together or anything like that but they still manage to have this almost magical bond that keeps them bumping into each other over years and years of not even trying to, and having this huge affect on each others lives. They feel tied to destiny because Jaskier is essentially the reason for Geralt being tied up in destiny at all. He gains Ciri as his child surprise at a party Jaskier forced him to go to and he meets Yennefer because they needed a sorcerer to heal Jaskier. Jaskier's existence in Geralt's life has been the sole reason for him meeting the two most important people in his life who become destined to him. All while Jaskier is just a random bard Geralt stumbled upon and Geralt is a random witcher Jaskier took interest in yet they've shaped each others lives like no one else

#the witcher #the witcher netflix #twn #jaskier #geralt #geraskier

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cirithechildofdestiny · 1 month

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Concept art of Lara Dorren aep Shiadhal.

#aen elle #the witcher #ciri the child of destiny #manga #comic #lara dorren #lara dorren aep shiadhal #elf #aen saevherne #concept art #webcomic #witcher

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cirimanga · 1 year

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Realistic portrait of Iorveth 🌿

Let me remind you that Iorveth has already appeared in the manga in Caranthir's memories in the 11th chapter "The Longest Night". You can read the comic in full here: https://ciri.the-comic.org Manga on Russian language : https://ru-ciri.the-comic.org/ Also you can support the project on Patreon : https://www.patreon.com/yagihikaru Or Boosty : https://boosty.to/hikaruyagi

#Иорвет #Ведьмак #Iorveth #ciri the child of destiny #wiedźmin #aenseidhe #squirrel #scoiatael

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inheritedcreatures · 26 days

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cirilia of cintra

woah! was that CIRILLA “CIRI” FIONA ELEN RIANNON walking down main street? i heard they’re not actually from ivy cove but come from THE WITCHER. they’re EIGHTEEN and live in SHOREGRAZE RIDGE but watch out because they can be PRIDEFUL + OBNOXIOUS but are actually KIND HEARTED + BRAVE. despite them NOT HAVING memories, you’ll always think of RUNNING AND RUNNING AND RUNNING BUT NEVER GOING NOWHERE; BEING BORN UNWANTED BUT NEVER GOING UNLOVED; YOU CAN’T ARGUE WITH DESTINY, NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU TRY; ALWAYS GOING TO BE THAT LITTLE GIRL PLAYING AT BEING A WARRIOR; & A FATHER’S LOVE THAT COMES WHEN YOU NEED IT MOST when imagining them. / freya allen, she/her.

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒.

name. cirilla fiona elen riannon. alias. ciri. lion cub of cintra. ashen one. ugly one. age. eighteen (18). gender. cis female. pronouns. she/her. occupation. unempolyed. memories. no.

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.

little dark age / mgmt - policemen swear to god, love seeping from their guns / i know my friends and I would probably turn and run / if you get out of bed, come find us heading for the bridge / bring a stone, all the rage, my little dark age castle / halsey - i'm headed straight for the castle / they've got the kingdom locked up / and there's an old man sitting on the throne / that's saying i should probably keep my pretty mouth shut you're on your own, kid / taylor swift - 'cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned / everything you lose is a step you take / so make the friendship bracelets / take the moment and taste it / you've got no reason to be afraid

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒.

running and running and running but never going nowhere. they tell you that you're so old and so powerful but you know you're just so, so young. being born unwanted but never going unloved. the weight of a nation that's already gone on your shoulders. you can't argue with destiny, no matter how hard you try. a family doesn't have to be made of blood to be yours. you're always going to be that little girl playing at being a warrior. a lion cub standing over it's mother's corpse. a father's love that comes when you need it the most.

#child of destiny // ciri of cintra #intro

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doubleimages · 20 hours

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I might stay down bad. (from donna sweett) / @forafcrtnight

" for why? " she questioned, pointing at the other with her spoon full of ice cream. not, really, that ciri could be said to be an expert on relationships of any kind, to be completely fair. but still. " that sounds like a terrible idea, if you ask me. not that you were, but you know if you say it in front of me, i have to say something about it. "

#child of destiny // ciri of cintra #ciri ft. donna

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hanzajesthanza · 2 years

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i watched the pilot of brba the other night and it occured to me then that there is a specific kind of guy that i become obsessed with turning over and over in my head like observing a coin shine in the sunlight:

a tragic adult male figure that ends up hurting those closest to him (and/or) everyone around him, because of his own crumbling to society's expectations and pressures of him as a man, leader, patriarch, or simply as a person, and a slow succumbing to self-loathing, insanity, addiction, curse, evil, or just long-suffering... and the tragic consequences of his instability and harmful behaviors affect his family first, perhaps the ones he loves most, or the only ones which love him, before it finally gets around back to him and he begins to suffer tenfold. sometimes they are dads (biological, or adoptive), or they are something like an unofficial guardian to a child, or they *would* have had a child had it not been for their behavior. sometimes there's a redemption arc or redeemable qualities, and sometimes there's just a slow demise.

#THISSS is what my mind revolves around. this is what i think everyone else should be obsessed with and no one seems to be #from top to bottom beginning with the good guys: emiel regis | geralt of rivia | simon petrikov (ice king)#for 'decent': odysseus | agamemnon | nandor (i put them in 'decent' by their ancient standards. obviously the war + pillaging isn't great)#nandor i gotta be real with you was a last-minute addition to this because wwdits is a comedy but i realized he fits this formula #despite the 'stay dead' mention. i forgot about wwdits #and i also forgot that he fathered a bunch of children soooo i edited it to put him in the father area #the 'awesome / decent / stay dead' ranking is by my own personal judgement of them btw and how much i like them #im sorry to put simon so (relatively) low but who didn't hate the ice king in the first few seasons of AT...#i actually really like odysseus... he's my academic poor little meow meow... but... problematic fave #agamemnon and nandor i like but they are just stupid #and below that i just have hate and contempt in my heart for them. like i hope they die and suffer greatly #i would have put emhyr but the thing is that emhyr was evil (power-hungry and selfish) since the beginning and he didn't really become #corrupted or anything he just continued being a horrible person. like just read a question of price basically lol #i dont need to explain geralt or regis. or do i. maybe i should. idk #basically for geralt i just think about sword of destiny and something more and how he left ciri in brokilon and condemned the both of them #and also how he wouldnt take the child when he went to see calanthe in something more like just real dumbass tragic hero behavior #regis. he's not a tragic hero but he destroyed his life catastrophically. he suffered a lot and made it everybody else's problem #so if you have any recs on other characters that are like this maybe i will become obsessed with them idk.#i think they have to be at least somewhat likable. learn from their past actions and try to make things better. even if they dont succeed #actually if they dont succeed thats even better (see: geralt)#but if they just suck for real then i just don't even want to watch or read more like damn get some help or k*ll yourself #i should honestly make my OC's dad like this. he already 90% is. honestly.#i like it when they are good on the inside :> and try to turn things around and save ppl they love but they meet a tragic end anyways :')#except odysseus i think he should get to live happily ever after on ithaca i'm honestly kind of glad we lost the telegony #men who are thiiiiis close to commiting s*icide from the extreme pressure society places upon them #but instead they chicken out and instead stab their wife or child. OR BOTH #txt #cw domestic violence

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tired0artist · 11 months

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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

#geraskier #banshee!jaskier #creature!jaskier #monster!jaskier #geralt x dandelion #geralt x jaskier #jaskier #dandelion #julian alfred pankratz #netflix witcher #witcher fanfiction #geraskier fanfiction

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