#mayhaps.... more mermaid au will be had later.

[fistsoflightning]

high tide

the rogue’s guild has a few aces up their sleeves.

                                 gatheredfates’ [30 day wol challenge] | prompt: gentle

(mermay mermay mermay, i chant as if i didn’t forget about it until today.)

every la noscean knew that costa del sol, in the prime of summer, was the best location to take an extended summer vacation—if not for the moonfire festival, then for the view; sunsets painted with dreamy pinks and golds and cerulean seas, fireworks that lit up the sparkling night sky with rainbow fire. even the pirate ships that occasionally sailed by seemed picturesque under the right lighting.

and yet, despite the golden-blue sunset painted today across costa del sol’s skies, jacke, v’kebbe, and perimu all take a turn to the crab-infested beaches just south of the wooden boardwalks and firework displays, heading straight to the secluded cove where the sea rolls in just far and deep enough to let fish in.

“underfoot, are ye certain it’s high tide?” v’kebbe asks as she rolls up her gaskins to look like shorts, using the normal pale green bandages to tie them into place with such ease; jacke really should consider asking how she does it so swiftly, seeing as how he’s still fumbling with his. their sandals have all been tossed into a pile, haphazardly stacked behind a pile of coconuts some idiot decided to use a fishing net to hold together.

perimu scoffs from where he stands, holding the small furoshiki like any old satchel despite it’s precious contents. he doesn’t make an attempt to change his clothes into something that wouldn’t be soaked; his height makes high tide a bit… dangerous. “o’ course! otherwise this cove ‘ere would be dry as bone.”

“right.” v’kebbe looks skeptical even as she picks up her lalafell coworker and walks past jacke to a rocky outcropping, the gleaming cerulean sea swallowing her legs until jacke can barely tell which reflection below v’kebbe’s folded gaskins is her actual legs. “hurry it up, jacke; yer the one they respond to.”

“shut yer gob for a bit, stray! not all o’ us can tie knots right quick.”

even though jacke quickly strings up his gaskins and joins them in the thigh deep cove, brilliantly colored schools of fish swirling around them, there is no sign of their mermaid confidant until the clouds burst in a fury of glimmering raindrops. the moment the downpour begins, like a waking call, rhela’s tail flicks above water, the colors of the sunset catching in the droplets flying from her tail like little gemstones. 

“wyda will be here soon, i think!” rhela chirps loudly as she seats herself precariously on a few flat rocks farther into the cove, tail still soaking in the sea. her seafoam green scales glimmer in the fading sunlight, a red glint hidden carefully among the shimmering reflections her tail scatters across the stones covering the little cavern.

“yer fantasia is in here, miss rhela—two bottles worth,” perimu says with an air of sarcastic formality, tossing the small green furoshiki to the mermaid—and thank the twelve underfoot’s aim is good, landing their half of the trade squarely in rhela’s hands, otherwise jacke would have had the uncontrollable urge to shake the man; those fantasias were frustrating to find, much less two.

“ah, thanks! my twin brother has the stabbers an’ potions ye’ll need, since he found the wreck ��fore me,” rhela explains, her tail swishing back and forth in tiny nervous circles. next to her tail, syhrwyda pokes her head up with a smile sharp as a knife, sunset orange scales bright against the seawater. “but he’s… well.”

rhela points out to the ocean just past the safety of the small cove all of them had selected for their meetings, and jacke misses the point entirely, staring out to the ships sailing towards costa de sol and the fish swarming in colorful, shimmering tides. thankfully, he isn’t the only one searching.

“jacke,” v’kebbe says as she walks to his side, carrying perimu on her shoulder much like the flame general did the sultana. “he’s just about past the part o’ the cove we can stand ‘pon. see him peekin’ above the water?”

and surely enough, in a small patch of moonlight, jacke finds rhela’s twin barely poking his head above water, near identical to the more adventurous mermaid waiting impatiently for her brother to gather his guts and come up. the only notable difference between the two merfolk is their haircuts; rhela kept hers short, and her merman counterpart…

his moonlight silver hair reaches down to his chin, sterling blue tips slowly dripping as the cloudburst keeps his hair soaked.

“y’see, tehra’ir’s a tad afraid o’ humans,” rhela says quietly as jacke watches her twin sink a little further underwater, clearly afraid of the attention he’s gotten. “if mermaids were considered part o’ yer code, then yer code would have been broken; pirates thought he’d make a bene prize for an auction… an’ now he’s more wary than he’s curious.”

it’s always pirates, isn’t it. jacke’s expression sours just slightly, but that seems enough to put tehra’ir—who has been staring only at him since they noticed him—off enough that he floats away from the sandy bottom, the sapphire blue fish circling him turning to school around v’kebbe’s feet instead.

well, if he has the goods we need to compete with the bloody roses...

jacke can feel the cold stone giving into open waters with his toes as he walks closer to the edge of the cove, but he dares to step just a bit further when tehra’ir shies even further away from the cove. the humid summer storm barely brushes against his face, and faintly, jacke thinks he can smell levin in the air.

pray your luck is better than the last time it poured, jacke. can’t lead the guild if you’re toast.

“tehra’ir,” jacke coos, a small bit of embarrassment creeping up on him for being so soft among all the quiet resentment jacke has for those pirates rhela mentioned but moments ago. he has half a mind to kneel down until he realizes he’d be chest deep in ocean water. “mind comin’ closer? promise i won’t hurt ye. rogue’s honor.”

the merman looks curiously at his hands before floating closer, watching warily as jacke unties his bandana. small waves, soothing and gentle, pulse from where his head breaches the sea surface, tehra’ir’s nose just high enough above the water so that jacke can see the tip of a scar on his right cheek.

surprisingly, tehra’ir doesn’t flinch when jacke leans over (like a fool, seeing as one slip could send him tumbling into a fifty fulm sea trench without so much as a lifeline), brushes tehra’ir’s seawater soaked hair back, and ties the bandana around his head instead. even rhela sounds impressed, from where she’s sitting with syhrwyda, her soft gasp the only noise accompanying the splashing waves and jacke’s small chuckle.

“ye can have it,” jacke says quietly, chuckling quietly into his palm when tehra’ir’s hand suddenly splashes out of the sea to feel the fabric. rhela had a penchant for the bandana, too, so it was only natural that her twin... “i’ve extras to spare, an’ it fits pretty well, eh? makes ye look more confident.”

as tehra’ir beams back at him, gentle sunlight and torrential rain reflecting off his fangs—did all merfolk have pointy teeth, jacke idly wondered—jacke’s feet slip on a miniscule patch of too-smooth stone and send him falling face first into—

into the fifty fulm trench, without a lifeline.

“shite—!”

the ocean is still fairly cold compared to the humid midsummer above, forcing jacke to gasp and choke on the salt water he inhales and gods he’s afraid he might drown here if tehra’ir just stares, his tail curled up in confusion as jacke sinks deeper despite his best efforts; curse him and his poor swimming abilities.

(part of him thinks to look around, to take in the sights of the rainbows of coral and gemstone scaled fish, so similar to the vibrance of costa del sol’s skies filled with fireworks when pitted against the deep blue sea. below, a cavern deeper than he can see and lined with shimmering goods—rhela and tehra’ir’s makeshift home, if he remembered correctly, the seastone spiraling downwards with the currents slowly pulling him in like gravity.

another part of him tells that childish wonder to stubble it because he’s fallen into the sea. not swimming, not able to breathe properly, not graced with the lungs of a merman but bordering on drowning if he doesn’t do something—grab onto the stone by your side or the crimson coral above do anything dammit—)

like a bullet from milala’s revolver, tehra’ir dives towards him, hands outstretched and eyes wide. his tail glimmers with the same light that his sister’s does; bright red like a warning and nearly overtaking the seafoam green underneath it all as he rushes to shove his arms under jacke’s and swim up, up, up until...

air, his mind rabidly thinks, breathe dammit just breathe—

when jacke’s head breaks the surface of the water, he gasps loud enough to wake the dead, choking on air as tehra’ir lifts him higher, moving jacke’s hands onto his shoulders rather than clinging to his chest. the salt water in his eyes blurs the golden blue skies into one, grey clouds melting like moonlight against the sun, and jacke wheezes as he tries to right his mind.

(not drowning not underwater not in a shipwreck not tossed over the boardwalk—)

“are… are ye alright?” tehra’ir asks meekly, and for a second jacke can’t quite tell his voice apart from rhela’s, nearly mistaking it for her until tehra’ir coughs, quiet under the splashing rain.

oh, jacke thinks as his mind stops in place, lungs slowing down and seafoam scaled hands holding him in place, above water further than necessary. he’s not used to speaking common, is he. easily embarrassed, too.

and rather than come up with a coherent response, jacke laughs instead, a sunlit smile working its way onto his face, and tehra’ir goes from worry to confusion to smiling too, emerald eyes scrunching up as he joins in the laughter.

(jacke would have tried to say i’m fine, thanks to you if he had any rational sense left, but it seems like tehra’ir and falling into the sea are both quick ways to rob him of his usual smarts.)

tehra’ir swims the both of them close enough to the outcropping rhela’s sat upon. jacke climbs up, dripping wet and white shirt soaked through as he sits next to the mermaid—which, in retrospect, was not the best time he’s had. rhela slings her arm over his shoulders, laughing even as she holds her fantasia bottle close to her chest, and tehra’ir dives back down, tail spraying a gentle mist over all of them—even v’kebbe, much to her dismay.

“color me impressed, cap’n,” rhela says sweetly, eyes glinting with a trickster’s touch. “haven’t seen him smile that bright since we met wyda.”

“and he let you hug ‘im—even if that was t’ save yer sorry hide,” syhrwyda says, voice loud as the cloudburst begins to calm, and—wait, jacke had hugged him? “i was ‘bout to rush o’er there myself! didn’t think tehra’ir had it in ‘im!”

and as tehra’ir slowly, carefully resurfaces holding a pair of sliver daggers, a small vial of glimmering blue liquid, and a small, well polished and gleaming pearl pin, jacke can’t help but return tehra’ir’s shy smile with one of his own, any embarrassment he might have withheld from clinging to the merman melting away.

his smile is nicer than his sister’s, jacke thinks as he reaches out to grab all three treasures, the yoshimitsu knives lighter than he’d expected. when he reaches out to take the pearl pin, however, tehra’ir lifts out of the water a tad higher and pins it to jacke’s soaked shirt lapel before he can protest against it.

“i thought we’d only needed the stabbers an’ the edelweiss potion t’ get into the roses’ tub, jacke,” v’kebbe says with a snarky grin, catching onto rhela’s wild-eyed expression faster than jacke thought she would. “have ye been charmed by a merman or the other way ‘round?”

“ah, stubble it,” jacke says even as her laughter pierces the calmed seas, the storm finally over; those were just folktales made to keep children away from sea. “yer jus’ as bad as bleedin’ heart.”

(and yet, somewhere deep down in his chest only uncovered by tehra’ir’s eyes, jacke’s certain those tales had a pearl of truth in them.)

[origami-breath]

Little mermaid Geraskier au, okay? And for the sake of being contrary, Jaskier will not be Ariel. Oh no. He is the handsome prince (-although IMAGINE a prince Geralt omg ~maybe later) having a little coming of age ceremony on his father's ship with his dog Roach, who absolutely loves the sound of Jaskier's lute.

Now Geralt, having been raised by Vesemir (along with his brothers) has never left his underwater kingdom, Kaer Morhen, where he and his family stay and protect their fellow merpeople. He's also so far off his coming of age that lets him leave home and even that only includes the sea. Geralt is not like his brothers however and yearns to travel on the MAINLAND because he knows there's more out there and all he's doing is fucking around at home with his brothers.

Geralt is fine with his life, sure, but the more he hears of tales told by Yennefer (as Scuttle - she enjoys fucking around and telling Geralt bullshit land stories and making up uses for everyday trinkets. Dinglehopper, honestly, Geralt is so very gullible) the more Geralt wants to experience land life himself.

It all comes to head when Geralt hears music from above ground and he digs it, right, but what really CALLS to him is the barking. Very peculiar. So when Geralt just takes a peek he, of course, sees a prince and it's enough for him that he forgets to check his surroundings and Roach sneaks up on him and plants a sloppy dog kiss on him.

AND WELL, this just does it for Geralt. He knows he's missing so much on land. A handsome prince, a shaggy companion that has no qualms with Geralt being different (and are all land animals cursed with such naivety? Geralt hopes so).

So mayhaps an Ursula stregobor? (Calanthe??) Point is, they make a deal with Geralt that's extremely short-sighted. They will take Geralt's voice from him, and he'll get land legs. HOWEVER, in order for him to keep his legs, he has to get the prince to marry him after 30 moons (alt: 1 month, I'm trying to make this less Disney more Witcher 🤷).

And if he DOESN'T then Geralt has signed over his soul and body to stregobor/calanthe (the majority of those desires are of the weapon-kind.)

Now, what's so short-sighted is that stregobor/calanthe know of land royalty and they've heard a thing or two about this particular prince (*cough*JulianAlfredPankratz*cough*) One who beds anybody but is absolutely against the monogamous practice of marriage. And while they have no doubt the prince WILL take to Geralt they know he would never marry him. It'll be especially hard too, considering that Geralt has traded his voice for his new legs (magic does require a balanced sacrifice , boy (I'm really feeling Ursula! Stregobor) .

So this is where I'm wondering if Geralt should have a flounder companion and if it should be Ciri?? Or if Ciri should be part of the land (Jaskier's sister? Royal neighbor??) and is yet another reason for Geralt to stray from home.

Now, for the sake of time, I'll jump straight to the ending where it takes Jaskier LESS than 30 moons to propose (I'm stuck between 10-20 moons). Yes, he was once very firmly against marriage, but he just had his coming of age and he might as well grow up in this aspect of his life. And Geralt, for all that he doesn't talk, does do an awful lot for Jaskier and, consequently, for his kingdom. It's a smart marriage okay!

Jaskier knows Geralt PROBABLY likes his dog more than he likes Jaskier, AND he'll make scrunchy, annoyed faces whenever Jaskier plays his lute or sings or talks really-

BUT

Geralt is always the first to clap when Jaskier finishes an impromptu concert,

or he'll fall asleep when Jaskier plays one of his slower songs, head pillowed by his fist that leaves the illusion of listening intently but his tell us how small sleepy smile.

Not to mention that Geralt had somehow become Jaskier's bodyguard after only two nights of being his guest.

(a run-in with a vengeful royal who insisted Jaskier had tainted his virginal daughter who is now no longer marriageable and JASKIER better do something about it or it'll be his head) so here comes Geralt who absolutely CAN'T let anything happen to Jaskier (he's mildly disturbed to find out that his reasonings have nothing to do with his deal with Stegobor)

Now Jaskier gets an absolute head to toe shiver when Geralt comes to his rescue. He’s this tall, long silver-haired beast of a man who’s as silent as he is intimidating and he PROTECTS Jaskier who he has known for all of two days. It’s mind-boggling to Jaskier.

So once Geralt properly scared off the angry father Jaskier tries to make light of the situation, simply because his emotions are all out of sorts (he thinks he might be in love? He feels kind of scared but excited, a little dazed and stomach sick and fluttery but stuck in his head, and most importantly INSPIRED CONSTANTLY, it's brand new and he LOVES).

Right right, so he's making light of having to be saved and trying to pretend he's not over the moon, so he elbows Geralt and scoffs a little, "as lovely as a virgin is, they are certainly more trouble than they're worth."

AND THEN, Geralt makes this face, almost shameful and embarrassed while trying not to be and JASKIER just ... Can't. He just can't, y'all. Because GERALT, a blushing virgin??? Jaskier needs to lock this down stat.

And yada yada, we get some sweet courting happening and some intense sabotage on Stregobor's part because this is NOT going his way.

And then we've got a clueless Geralt who convinces himself that he's no good for Jaskier anyway. He cares about Jaskier too much to put any kind of obligation on him so Geralt has resigned himself to being indebted to Stregobor all while his crusty witch ass is freaking out, unaware that Geralt is unaware of Jaskier's courting and basically it's a lot of Stregobor trying his best and even sends Jaskier a hot piece as a distraction but it backfires because is that VALDO MARX FEELING GERALT UP IN THE CORNER THERE???

TBH it's a whole lot of true love conquers evil magic and trickery (and a little bit of Yennefer magic) while these two men are none the wiser.

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Aaaand, I'm done.i needed this out of my drafts lol

[fyrapartnersearch]

what the hell is a stiles

hi friends, i’m sians c: i’ve been itching to get writing again, and i’ve found some rad people on here, so thought i’d try my luck again. i roleplay both fandom and oc, but lean more towards fandom. in particular i would do bad, bad things for some teen wolf goodness. TEEN WOLF (it - no - fit) i’m only halfway through season three because i suck, but! i’ll probably finish the rest of the season (seasons mayhaps) before the weekend’s out. let'sbehonest. but i don’t mind spoilers (know loads of them come to that and have read an /embarassing/ amount of fanfic let me tell you–) and if you don’t mind me being behind i will love you forever. i don’t mind canon or oc, and think i’d play a pretty decent stiles, derek, erica, lydia or scott. and not that pairings need to be a thing, but oh lawd, the following make me wriggle-like-a-happy-puppy happy: stiles x derek <3 isaac x scott isaac x cora stiles x cora stiles x erica   (can you tell i just reallyy love me some stiles?) any oc pairings i’m so down for and any other canon, just lemme know what you’re feelin’ plot bunnies: i don’t have anything solid in mind, tbh, so i’m going to throw random prompts and see if anything sticks. ~ with the magic of beacon hills slowly waking from its dormancy and quickly becoming a hotbed of supernatural shennagigans, rumours of the ragtag but powerful beacon hills pack have caught the attention of more established and more traditional packs. packs that have beacon hills in their sights. whether they are friend or foe remains to be seen, there are rumours ranging from arranged betrothals to out and out war. at the same time, that same blooming magic is calling all sorts of supernatural beings to beacon hills seeking sanctuary. so of course, the influx of buff dudes wearing camo and barely concealed weapons can only mean one thing: hunters. ~ a curse is cast over beacon hills which causes its citizens to live out fairytale scenarios. although it may seem silly and harmless kissing frogs to try and bag a prince, the orgin of fairyales are much grimmer (pun not intended, but damn it works): the little mermaid ends up sacrificing herself back to the ocean, the pied piper disappears with hundreds of children, and little red riding hood - well, anything to do with wolves makes the whole pack a bit antsy. and it’s down to the pack to break the spell. ~ “you need to be that spark, stiles” deaton had told him. stiles hadn’t thought much of it at the time, being kinda preoccupied with not being killed to death and all that good stuff, although he is slowly coming to realise his magic is awakening, thrumming under his skin. but others are sensing his magic too, and not just the pack, other beings who have been drawn to beacon hills. including the coven of witches who just so happen to drop into town who are itching for new blood. both literally and figuratively speaking. ~ “i’m the hot girl” “yes, you are” isaac’s been living with scott for awhile now, and things have been great. cool even. isaac feels safe around scott, secure, even dare he say it, happy. in return scott has come to trust and rely on isaac as his second, utterly content in his company. of course their closeness hasn’t gone unnoticed by the rest of the pack, even if they both seem to be oblivious to it. ~ “so your, uh, your sister. sorry, that’s bad timing. i’ll ask later it’s fine.. or never. i’m good with never” isaac knew cora was off limits, derek was his alpha for one, and just generally kinda intimidating. plus, they were pack. they lived together for a bit, went to school together, and they kind of just clicked - both had a biting kind of a humour and neither of them had experienced the most normal of upbringings. but something about cora is just starting to get under isaac’s skin, he wants to bury himself in the crook of her neck, and the way derek is death glaring him more and more he’s apparently not that subtle about it. ~ “don’t be such a sourwolf” stiles has been brushing up on his magical education, and as such as become quite the mini harry potter. he’s not quite sure if he’s a witch, a warlock, a druid – the politics make him blank slightly, he’s just kinda badass now. so of course, /of course/ it turns out that he’s the emissary for the hale pack. and of course, /of course/ derek’s being a total sourwolf about it. but there’s a new big bad in town that is leaving not so subtle clues that it wants to take out the hale pack, and not so subtle digs at stiles, trying to draw him out.   aaand yes. any ideas you happen to have, i would love to hear. down for anything au too. logistics and boring things: i roleplay third person, past tense, paragraph form, via email. length doesn’t matter although mine tend to be on the lengthier side. i.. i ramble, haha. reply time varies. most likely i’ll reply every few days, i’m most active over the weekend. if you’re looking for multiple posts every day, i will most likely (read: definitely) be a sad disappointment. in my twenties (oh lawd, haha) so would prefer you be eighteen plus, lovelies. i do like smut, not gonna lie, but it doesn’t need to permeate the story – character development and plot twists and side charries, oh my! standard limits apply, really, no thank you to bathroom play and gore/vore. pregnancy/mpreg isn’t my thang either. possibly other things but they’re hard ntys. no judgement! just not my scene~ pairing wise, i don’t mind any gendered pairing and i muchly love to double. i’m pretty chill about most things although i will most likely end up totally fangirling over our characters and plot and stuff like the total dork i am. yey? (“dude i heard this song and omg it totally reminded of that scene where…”) tldr. roleplay with me, i’m so lonely xoxox OTHER GENRES. of course i roleplay things other than teen wolf, silly billies. i play either canon or oc unless noted. ~ harry potter. any era, next generation preferred. ~ percy jackson and olympians/heroes of olympus ~ disney’s descendants. ~ h20: just add water. oc preferred. ~ jim henson’s labyrinth. ~ kingsmen. ~ misfits. ~ twisted/modern retelling of a fairytale. ~ reincarnated greek gods. ~ anything modern fantasy supernatural. i have a few plot ideas floating around for most of the above, so feel free to ask about them. and i’d love love love to hear any and all ideas you happened to have. if any of the above piqued your interest, awesomeee. drop me a line with what you’re looking to roleplay. hedwigismyhomegirl@gmail.com hope to hear from you, sians x