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Hii! For mermay prompts, how about depth for geraskier (ofc)

WHY YES OF COURSE FRANKSTER! and uh, I made you choose between prince and amnesia, because both of those popped into my head at the prompt. Prince was chosen and here we are! Hope you enjoy! <3

(also feel free to prompt me, here or on tumblr, i am on a writing spree and olsdfkj sorry for posting like 4 times in a day)

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On Ao3 here

Jaskier has been gone for too long. Geralt has been pacing their room for hours.

Yes, he did promise to stay put for a couple days, to wait for Jaskier’s… whatever he is doing. Or who.

The shoddy fisher village is gray, cold, everything covered in a thin layer of salt the spray of the waves offer in its violent rage.

Wind is whipping around the little wooden houses– sheds, really. It’s been three days since Jaskier left. Three days, and he was supposed to be back this morning.

Is this how it feels to be left behind when Geralt himself leaves for a contract?

Possibly, because no matter how much Jaskier had told him to stay put, to wait, to just fucking trust him damnit, Geralt is fretting.

Finally he gives in.

Leaving the room the kind elderly lady is lending them, Geralt stalks outside. It doesn’t make sense. Nothing makes sense.

The people here are not afraid of him, but seem to keep a distance from the bard. Everything about this place seems grey, but still it seems like the ever colorful Jaskier returns here, over and over again.

He starts with the aldermans house. They don’t have a tavern, the little gathering of houses far too small for such luxuries.

“The bard? You should check by the docks, or the boat house. He usually is out with the boat this time a year.”

He..what? Boat?

What the fuck is Jaskier doing?!

Geralt leaves without saying good bye, and the bard would have scolded Geralt for his bad manners, but he isn’t fucking here, is he?!

The boat house is, predictably, just down by the water. There is a long dock leading into the water, two smaller fishing boats tied to it.

An elderly man and someone who looks like his son sits by the house, mending nets.They look up when he approaches, shielding their eyes against the setting sun.

“Have you seen a bard around here? Jaskier? Brown hair, blue eyes, a lute and the worst fashion sense known to man?”

The elderly man presses his lips to a thin line and ducks his head. His son studies the witcher for a long moment, sizing him up, before responding.

“Aye,” he says, “What is it to you, witcher?”

“He’s my friend.” Geralt manages, working hard around a word that feels so inadequate. “And he is missing.”

“No more, lad,” the elderly man mutters, “Bad luck, it is.”

Geral frowns, trying not to let his impatience get the better of him.

“I’ll make it worth your while. Six crowns.”

“Florens.” The son corrects. “Ten. And I’ll take you to where we left him.”

-

The elderly fisherman refuses to come. Speaking of ill omens and bad luck, of not talking to the sea. The son takes him anyway, the sea getting oddly misty as they go further out with the boat.

“Coin is sparse out here, but my niece is sick. I’d rather leave the sea altogether than see her hurt,” the son says, rowing the boat towards a previously hidden little rock formation, barely an island. “Da doesn’t want to speak of it, speak of evil and it shall come, he says. We don’t need more sirens, he says.”

Geralt eyes him, then the sky. He can’t hear any flapping of wings, nor splashing of their tails. The water is calm, but the mist lays thick and hides both sight and sound.

The little boat touches the edge of the rock with a soft sound when they arrive.

“This is where I let him off every year,” the son says. “And pick him up after a few days. Know nothing but that.”

The florens trade hands, and when Geralt gets off, he pushes back into the water.

“I’ll be back in an hour. It’s probably superstition, but I don’t much like this place.”

-

Inspecting the area, Geralt finds it bare of both bards and life. He climbs around it, eventually finding an expensive looking chest with a solid lock on it.

It looks strange out here, oddly devoid of the wear and tear one would expect wood around the shore. Geralt picks the lock with ease, and when opens the lid, it doesn’t make a sound.

Inside it is a very familiar lute, and neatly folded clothes. Geralt’s heart sinks, but he has a trace now, something. He rummages around, finding everything Jaskier had brought but his jewellery. Even his underclothes is here.

Geralt closes it again, locks it carefully.

There should be traces here, anything to lead him to where Jaskier is.

The scent is old, barely there and hidden by the salty smell of the sea. Geralt will never complain about Jaskier’s perfume ever again.

It leads him to the other side of the little island, across the rocks on a path that looks surprisingly smooth and well walked.

Geralt stops when water starts lapping at his feet.

“Fuck,” he mutters.

Either Jaskier has been hiding something from him, or something very bad has happened. And either truth still means Jaskier is missing, and that he went into the water. And from the sound of it, has been coming to the water for years.

Geralt trails back to the chest, takes off his boots and heavy armor. Takes off everything but his trousers, and two silver daggers.

The stone is smooth under his feet, and quickly gets slippery as it continues out into the water.

It’s cold, his skin pebbles when he gets as deep as his knees. Then the rock abruptly ends. Geralt breathes deep, and dives. Cat and killer whale would have been useful, but he didn’t know he would have to go swimming when they got out here.

Geralt has almost swum around the entire island when he notices the formations. Runes carved into stone, worn smooth by time and water.

With another deep breath, he follows it down, down, down, and what little sunlight was left quickly disappears down here.

There is an opening a bit further down. And eyes. Many eyes.

Geralt realizes too late that he is surrounded, and there are clawed fingers and webbed hands pulling him deeper still, and into the opening.

His lungs are burning for air, and he is quickly disoriented, his elbows scraping against stone and harsh hands making him unable to reach for his knives.

Suddenly, they breach the surface, and Geralt pants harshly as he is dragged onwards and thrown onto a slimy rock. Broken shells of crabs and clams are spread out, and bones of fishes of all sizes lie spread among them.

Now free from his attacker, Geralt reaches for the dagger and turns to face them, but a beautiful face filled with fangs hisses at him as they retreat backwards, and another set of hands grip him hard.

Geralt can’t entirely make out if it is siren or mer people or something completely else, but more hands grip him, wrestling the knife from his hand.

“Walk!” one hisses, “You were looking, and you found us. Walk!”

Her voice is almost human, but her tongue is unused to his language. They shove him forward, deeper into the cave. It gets darker and darker, until suddenly Geralt realizes the walls are glowing.

Aluminescent is probably the right word for it. Algae covers the walks, swirling lines make patterns he feels like he has seen somewhere before.

It takes him until the now narrow walkway opens up into a bigger space that Geralt realizes where he recognizes it from. The embroidery of Jaskier’s clothes.

When Geralt locks eyes with Jaskier across the room, the bard’s jaw is slack with surprise when he sees him

“Geralt,” he says, but oh.

Oh.

Jaskier doesn’t have a tail, but his skin is glimmering with the same pattern as the walls. He is sitting in the middle of the open space, on a rock slanting out to a deep, clear pool. It almost looks like a throne room.

Around his feet are merpeople of different shapes and sizes.

The guards shoves him back when Geralt attempts to take a step forward, and Geralt bares his teeth to them.

“Stop it,” Jaskier says, voice commanding.

The guards, now that Geralt sees them, look like a strange hybrid of fish and man. Claws and fins and webbed fingers and hissing breaths, but they keep their distance, as they are told.

Jaskier is still wearing his rings and his necklace, but little else. On his brow is a circlet, thin and adorned with shells and crowned with a mother of pearls.

“I told you to wait,” Jaskier says, tilting his head.

“You didn’t come back. It’s been three days,” Geralt says, feeling foolish without not really knowing why.

“Has it? I’m sorry, time passes strangely down here.”

They just look at each other for a long while, for once the bard too seems at a loss for words.

“You don’t look like them,” Geralt says finally, indicating at the more fish-like guards behind him.

“I don’t,” Jaskier agrees, “Many mer these days are closer to sirens, but those close to the royal family are more humanoid.”

Jaskier gives a crooked smile when he sees Geralt wracks his brain.

“I told you I was a noble, didn’t I?”

“You said viscount.” Geralt suddenly remembers. “Viscount Julian Alfred Pankratz de Lettenove.”

“Ah yes, well. That is some of the truth, yes. Don’t give me that look, Geralt, I didn’t lie to you. I just happen to be a prince too.”

Geralt blinks, and Jaskier looks back at him, sitting proudly despite the light frown.

“Mer prince? Is that why you don’t have a tail?” Geralt asks carefully, and the guard next to him rolls his eyes so hard his head moves with it.

“I do have a tail, my friend. When I choose to. The perks of royalty, wouldn’t you say?” he says with a smirk, “Now, as happy as I am to see you here, and for you to meet my family, this is… not ideal. I wish… It doesn’t matter. You are here now. Ligeia, let him through. I think it is time he is given the tour.”

“But my prince-” Ligeia says with her weird, hissing voice, but Jaskier waves her off.

“I have spent more time with him than you are old. Let him come to me.”

Geralt is let through, and Jaskier offers his hand. It is not something they usually do, not while awake, but Geralt accepts it anyway.

Jaskier is cool to the touch, but his hands feel the same. Same callouses, same scar just over his thumb from a stupid accident with a branch.

He is led towards the other side of the rock, into the clear pool.

“Not the way I wanted to show you, but I’m glad you are here,” Jaskier whispers, like a confession. Hand in hand, they dive.

-

When they return to the outside world, the stars are out. When Geralt worries about how they will get back, Jaskier waves him off.

“They always kind of know when I need to go back. I think that is a part of why they don’t trust me.”

Yeah, that makes sense. Splashing of ores breaks the serene silence around them, and the son stares at them a bit wide eyed.

The ride back is more tense than last time, despite Jaskier’s chattering.

When they get back to their room, Geralt realizes they are still holding hands.

“Well, my prince,” he says teasingly, “I think we have some talking to do.”

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Weekly Roundup: 7th April - 14th April

So, this week has been a rough one, so im just addig my word count and othing else, will add my fics and recs at a alter day, but its 2:30 am in Monday (def not Sunday which I thought was Saturday ...) So I wrote 17,709 words with 4 fics uploaded. Okey Dokey, time t fix the weekly round up, recs first as always, but if I wait any longer, it will be Suday again lol. far across the distance - LinguisticJubilee - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, this one is lovely imo) Summary: Balin blinks, shifting backwards. “Laddie, it’s—it’s been a year. Bilbo has returned home, to the Shire.” He looks at Thorin, then says more gently, “I did not realize you counted the hobbit among your treasures.” Where I go, will you still follow? - ghostinthelibrary - Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Geralt/Jaskier, the plottwist is delicious angst) Summary: When Jaskier is revealed to be spying on Kaer Morhen for Redania—a treachery that nearly gets Eskel killed—he’s banished from the keep. But when it becomes clear that there was more to his lover’s betrayal than meets the eye, Geralt will have to race to find him before it’s too late. Fae!Jaskier and Geralt - TheBretonBookDragon - Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Geralt/Jaskier, I adore Fae Jaskier, and I legir re read the entire series today too) Summary:

The Mountain hangs over their heads, but Geralt is sure that if he just keeps trying that Jaskier will know how much he loves him. Jaskier has been quieter than usual, but that just means Geralt needs to try even harder. Too bad Geralt is just a smidge oblivious and emotionally constipated. Guardian of Kings - SunnyRose - The Hobbit by @sunnyrosewritesstuff (Bilbo/Thorin, one of my favs from Sunny, its clever and the world building, its just delicious) Summary: The Company has been having a good laugh as the story of their quest spreads through the mountain and more and more retellings makes Thorin out to be Bilbo’s damsel in distress. It stops becoming funny when Thorin’s honor is challenged, and it’s up to Bilbo to defend it. Thorin may be ready to smuggle his hobbit out of the mountain, but Bilbo will do it. For Thorin, he would do anything. Prize Enough for Me - StrivingArtist - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, BAMF Bilbo for the win, need I say more?) Summary: After falling in love months earlier with the Dwarven King, when Bilbo sees Thorin stabbed on Raven Hill, he decides to find vengeance. mercy and death on swift arrows fly - authoressjean - The Hobbit (Gen, hinted eventual Bagginshield, another BAMF Bilbo, but also, hes just lovely no matter what) Summary: Hunger Games AU with slow burn Bagginshield.

And now for mine. We have 4 fics I finished last week, and a revealed bonus one. Ive found Frodo ....and he found you? - Lucigoo89 - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, Animal Au. Badger Thorin/Skunk Bilbo written for my friend @shantismurf's bday <3) Summary: Canine distemper has stolen all of the Bagginses away apart from Bilbo and little Frodo. No he has to find his kit, who has wandered off, again, and keep them safe from "The Sick". If only he wasn't alone doing it. You're Floo Was My Emergency Contact (Sirius Black, Gen, written based off this wonderful video Satellitedide: Sirius after he's arrested... Summary: Sirius is in Moody and Kingsley's custody after Halloween 1981. Dumbeldore is his emergency contct but he isn't answering his floo.... I'm bitter: You were mine first (Jegulus, unhappy ending, mind the tags) Summary: James catches Regulus in an alley after a Death Eater attack. One thing leads to another and Regulus revels in the fact James isnt as good as he pretends to be, he never has been You were to late - Lucigoo89 - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, Canon comliant ish, mind the tags. Based int he @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt #248 - watching Birds) Summary: Bilbo is watching the eagles fly overhead in victory. With Thorin's cooling hand in his, Bilbo isnt sure what their is to feel victorious over. And final one. My first Mer au, for the @remuslupinfest High Tide Came and Brought You to Me (Mer Remus/Siren Sirius) Summary: Remus was cursed as a child and became a wermerman. 20 years later and he still hates himself and what he becomes once a month. Maybe some new additions to his cove will help him feel a bit more at peace with himself? Once again, I hope theres at least one thing for you to enjoy. Have a good rest of the week <3

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hello kate, my favorite mermay writer! may i request mer jaskier who has (nonsexually) sensitive fins and likes to have them pet, by eskel maybe? thank you!! (it's peter btw)

Thanks for the prompt, Peter! I hope this is what you had in mind. Written as part of the @thepassifloradiscord MerMay event.

Gen. Warnings: none. 1,300 words.

Eskel & Jaskier (background Geraskier)

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Eskel side-eyes the bard, trying to figure out what might be wrong with him. They’ve been traveling together a couple of weeks now, because Geralt had insisted someone accompany him on the way to a bardic festival in Cidaris, but Geralt himself was called away on a favor he owed to Triss. He left explicit instructions on how to handle Jaskier while he was away, but Eskel isn’t sure if this is a too little food, too much silence, or too much walking situation.

Fuck it. He isn’t good at subterfuge, anyway.

“You seem off,” he says, his words causing Jaskier to stumble over his own feet. He reaches out and stops him from falling over, and to his surprise Jaskier sighs and leans into his hold. This is definitely not something Geralt covered.

“Sorry Eskel,” Jaskier says, straightening up and taking a step back. “Got lost in my head. Won’t happen again. Shall we?” he asks, gesturing at the road in front of them. His smile doesn’t reach his eyes, though, and Eskel won’t have Geralt thinking he neglected his bard.

“Seriously,” he says softly, doing his best to make his face look gentle. It’s not hard, because he isn’t just doing this for shits and giggles. He cares about Jaskier. They all do at this point. All the wolves have adopted him as one of their one, ever since that first winter Geralt brought him home to stay. “What is bothering you?”

“It’s stupid.”

“Not what I asked,” Eskel presses, and Jaskier lifts his head to meet his gaze.

“You’re all so fucking stubborn,” he says, chuckling lightly. “Fine. It’s been so long since I’ve seen Geralt and I’m…missing the comfort of his touch. Nothing sexual, mind you, just used to being held and touched a lot more than I have been.”

“Is this a bard thing?” Eskel asks, brow wrinkling as he tries to connect the dots. Images of puppy piles of bards float through his mind, but Jaskier just snorts and shakes his head.

“It’s a mer thing. We’re a very cuddly people,” he answers with a small smile. It’s not much, but he looks better than he did a minute ago, and Eskel can work with that.

“There was a lake not far back, maybe half an hour. We can backtrack and take a break there. You can shift and stretch out, and I’ll do whatever you need me to,” he says, and Jaskier lights up at his words.

“I don’t want to be a bother,” he offers, but Eskel waves him off.

“Taking care of my brothers is never a bother,” he admits, grinning wide when Jaskier picks up on his choice of words. Because yes, Jaskier is first and foremost Geralt’s bard, but he’s a part of their little pack now, too. The walk to the lake is uneventful, but as soon as they get there Jaskier tosses down his pack and starts stripping, nearly tripping over himself to get into the lake. Eskel snorts, choking down laughter as he watches him run bare-assed into the chilly water. It reminds him of when he was younger, before life on the path, when they were all just rowdy boys playing games.

He is slower to undress, but it’s mostly because he always gets so distracted by Jaskier when he shifts. It’s nothing like the cruel looking transformation of a werewolf - which is something he’d never like to witness again, thank you very much - but one moment Jaskier has legs and then the next they’re replaced with a swirl of water and a bunch of flashy fins.

Eskel had never met a merman before Jaskier, but he’d fought plenty of sirens. He half expected Jaskier to look feral when he changed, but his upper half hardly differed at all. No wings or claws, not even fangs popped out. Besides the gills on the sides of his neck, he still looked human from the waist up. His fins were extraordinary, though. He had one long tail, but there were smaller fan-type fins coming off of it, and when he swam they billowed around him. His scales were deep blue and burgundy, and he looked positively otherworldly.

Jaskier says he looks most like a beta fish, but Eskel has never seen one in the wild. Apparently they’re a fighting fish and very territorial, which suits Jaskier well. Eskel has witnessed him take on an entire bar in a brawl while defending his lover. Of course, he and Geralt had to finish up the job, but Jaskier was feisty enough to start it. They’d been run out of town that night and spent the evening telling stories and sharing stolen wine while the campfire blazed. It was great for bonding, if not the reputation of witchers.

“Are you coming?” Jaskier asks, swimming closer to the shore and breaking Eskel’s train of thought.

“Excuse me if I feel a bit weird stripping down for my brother’s lover,” Eskel says with a laugh. Jaskier ducks under the water and comes up, spitting a face-full of water at him before giggling gleefully.

“It’s no different than letting me wash your hair in the hot springs!” he points out. “Besides, I’m naked, too! Just because my prick isn’t out, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist,” he adds with another giggle.

“We can have an autonomy lesson later. Let’s just get you settled,” Eskel tells him before wading into the water. Jaskier tackles him as soon as he’s deep enough, pulling him into a tight hug and slamming him down onto the sandy bottom of the lake. It’s not deep enough for him to go under, so he ends up sitting in the sand with a very fidgety merman in his lap.

“Just…pet me if you don’t mind?” Jaskier asks softly, and Eskel doesn’t even think to question it. There’s nothing sexual about this, and Jaskier clearly feels afraid to ask for it, even though he needs it.

“Can’t have Geralt accusing me of taking poor care of you, can I?” Eskel asks with a shrug. Jaskier smiles warmly and curls up into his chest, closing his eyes while Eskel tries to figure out how to pet a fully grown man…merman. Whatever.

He ends up treating Jaskier like he would Scorpion, just slowly running a palm down his tail. Jaskier sighs contentedly and doesn’t complain, so Eskel keeps going. It’s actually pretty calming, just sitting in the lake and petting him. The bright scales feel smooth under his hands, and it’s nice to be offering comfort instead of pain with them. Most of his work is tied up with fighting and hurting others, and this is so much the opposite that he can see why Geralt might love it, too.

He doesn’t know how long they sit there, just curled up together while he strokes Jaskier’s tail, but it’s the most relaxed he’s been in ages. Eventually Jaskier lifts his head and offers him a sleepy smile. He squeezes Eskel in one last hug before sliding out of his lap and beaming at him.

“Thank you. I feel so much better now,” he admits, and Eskel grins back at him.

“Good, because I’ve got sand in my ass crack, so it better have been for something,” Eskel quips, and Jaskier laughs so hard he falls back into the water. With a flick of his fins, he sends a wave of water at Eskel, catching him off guard.

And then it’s on.

Jaskier skirts off into the deeper water, but Eskel isn’t far behind. They chase each other across the lake, splashing and wrestling as they go. Eskel is careful not to use his full strength, but the roughhousing has him in a better mood than he has been in days. They spend the rest of the afternoon playing around, and as they set up camp for the night, Eskel thinks Jaskier might just see them as family, too.

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Geralt always likes to take time out to vist an old friend.

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Prompt 4

Geralt is the captain of a pirate ship, named "Kaer Morhen." Perhaps he's still a witcher, perhaps he's just a regular old human (with white hair and golden eyes? Lol) His brothers (and "cousins" from other witcher schools) Now I can see this going two different ways, so choose a favorite (or make up your own, I am only the beginning, I hold no affront of being anything more) Jaskier is a nobleman's son, aboard his family's ship, possibly on his way to be forced into a marriage to a woman he doesn't love. And either he falls overboard or he's shoved off as a murder attempt, but he's lost in the ocean. Lambert (or someone else, but I love to imagine how Lambert would attempt to call this out to his captain who he doesn't take seriously 90% of the time, #brothers) calls that he spots a man bobbing in the sea, and they haul him up. The majority of the crew sees sight of his jewels and finery and insists on holding him ransom. But when the prisoner wakes up and isn't afraid of death, Geralt looks into this a little more. Apparently their prisoner won't get a ransom because his entire family despise him and his want to run away and become a bard. Funny. Most pirate ships have entertainers aboard to help the pirates deal with months of nothing but ocean. Perhaps they'll have use of this dumb twink after all. OR, option number two Jaskier is a nobleman's son, chained and starved for the crime of wanting to become a bard and not wanting to marry some prissy noblewoman. He hears a lot of loud noises and screams and then a bunch of burly men in fur cloaks stomp down and start rifling through their supplies. One catches eye of him and immediately yells to the captain. The captain is a very handsome man with silver locks and bright eyes, and the dreaded pirate captain is treating Jaskier with more kindness and gentleness than his family or their workers ever have. The pirate hauls Jaskier up into his arms and carries him to their own ship, laying him down in his own bed, and looking over his injuries and sending one of his crewmembers to make hm a fine meal. Jaskier begins telling the captain of his abusive life beforehand and mentions that all he's ever wanted is to spread music and love, and shockingly enough, this big scary (gorgeous) man doesn't even laugh at him for it.. Oh fuck he's falling in love-

♡!Optional addons!♡ • Geralt gayly teaching his bard how to swordfight!!!

• Perhaps Jaskier's family is crueler and has done more than beat him, perhaps they've stabbed him or something, and the very last thing he sees before he passes out from bloodloss is Geralt (Maybe he even thinks he's an angel! Lmfao)

• Geralt getting lovingly bullied by his brothers for taking care of his songbird so well

• Geralt's crew revenge-robbing or revenge-killing Jaskier's family if we do Option one for the story (attempted-murder route), since it's implied it happens in Option Two while they ransack the ship-

• Perhaps I'll do a sequel for this prompt one day for Mermaid Jaskier, I do LOVE mermaids, take this as a much smaller and much less detailed prompt for if you want that idea, too! Perhaps the Pankratz ship has a captured mer aboard, parched and dehydrated (I just mostly think it'd be funny if Geralt was checking his pulse and if he has any injuries while random other witches dump buckets of sea water on him-)

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March Rewards for my Patreon are up! Featuring Naiad! Jaskier & Geralt SFW, and Shark!Eren x Mer!Levi NSFW ❤️

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[beli-heart]

Mer jaskier, dreamy, pretty that he is.🫧✨

#traditional art #jaskier the bard #jaskier fanart #jaskier #the witcher #the witcher netflix #the witcher fanart #merman #beliheartart #watercolor

[silvertonguelover]

Day 5 @witchersummercamp : Swim

Geralt, Ciri and Yenn: How are you going to swim in the sea when you are the size of a goldfish and a freshwater Mer?!

Jask: *indignant spluttering* You lot don't deserve my love! 🤧

When they finally reach the coast only for Jaskier to stay on the beach in his Mer form. 😂

Did I recycle my mer!may sketch? Yes. Am I ashamed?NO.😂

#the witcher #jaskier #witchersummercamp

[dapandapod]

Kelp Forests and trinkets

Hello lovelies!

My brain is very empty but it is Mermay and I had to! Because somfte! Please enjoy!

Oh, and Kuri I love you, thank you for Beta reading, you are a gem!

On Ao3 here    For the @thepassifloradiscord Merweek

Normally, Geralt would roam in the Kelp Forests of old. He enjoyed the sunlight filtering down from the surface, the broken off rays of light shimmering between the kelp's thick leaves. 

It is not without its dangers, but that is why he is there, to guard their little reef. His folk rely on him to keep the dangers at bay, and he does so to the best of his ability. His body wears the scars to prove it; bitemarks, and sometimes even claw marks from surface creatures.

Usually, it is not so bad. It heals up fast enough when he is allowed to rest back home. But one of his side-fins took a bad beating a few years back, and every now and then it pains him. It is healed, as well as it can be with being torn into pieces, but sometimes when he makes a sharp turn, or when he gives chase after some pest trying to eat his family, he feels it for a long time after.

The Kelp Forest is calm. Their stems sway in that soothing way of theirs. Dancing, Jaskier called it once, and Geralt thinks that, yes, maybe they are. At least when Jaskier sings to them, they do.

That is how they met actually.

Geralt was patrolling the outer edges of the Kelp Forest, when a voice reached his ears. Distance was tricky sometimes, but it sounded close. Geralt had followed it, only to find Jaskier singing to himself as he sat on the edge of a big rock formation, his scales glittering in the sunlight.

At the time, Geralt had been pissed about it because the singing had attracted a rather large shoal of Razers, a small but sharp toothed fish that were too nosy (and hungry) for their own good.

Jaskier, the idiot, apparently did not yet know what it meant to be out in the open like that. While singing in itself is an innocent activity, and usually a good strategy for placating whales or even sharks, it can be a bitch when his folk were unable to read their surroundings and attract attention such as that.

They were not in mortal danger, but would have been had Geralt not stepped in and not only shut Jaskier up, but pulled him into the relative safety of the kelp. After that near-death experience, he took to following Geralt, watching his every move, *singing* until Geralt finally relented and admitted they were friends.

It took even more time for Jaskier to nestle himself into the reef, but no time at all to make sure that there was a place for him in Geralt's home.

Living together came surprisingly easily; his family took to Jaskier like algae to a bone.

And since then, they have been living like that for years. The cave system Geralt had chosen was perfect for inhabitants more than himself. Maybe he had hoped one day to fill those rooms with life, despite the aching loneliness when he originally chose it. Maybe Jaskier had already known, and that is why it was so easy to slip into Geralt's life, once he found the door.

This time, he is making the rounds on his own. It is a longer route this time because his brother, who would usually meet up with him halfway, had to stay home. 

Eskel mentioned something about a 'hatchling' that needed his help in the message sent earlier, but Geralt knows full well it's because said 'hatchling' is in fact a full grown mer who had been courting Eskel for a full year already.

If he had the guts to do it, Geralt would probably attempt courting too. Sometimes when he is on patrol, he would spot something Jaskier would like. A pretty shell, smooth sea glass, sometimes even a pearl.

He has a little pouch of things he has found. He has only once ever given Jaskier something from those treasures. The smile Jaskier gave him stayed with him for days.

A few days later, he would be the one who let someone else take patrol. Geralt had made up his mind just the night before. Yes, he and Jaskier live together, do pretty much everything together, but there is one thing he is missing. 

The one thing yesterday had given him a taste of. Jasker had fallen asleep while clinging to his arm, his lips pressed against Geralt's shoulder. And Geralt would do anything to get that again.

So this morning he sent Roach with a message, the little sea horse speeding off to Eskel's home. Payback for flirting instead of working, he thought, as he collected another armful of seagrass.

Jaskier won't be back for a while yet, so he should at least have an hour or two to finish up the first step of his plan. When he decides he has enough seagrass, he settles into a nook in the cave wall, weaving the grass together so it becomes thick and soft. Perfect to nest on.

It takes some time, some swearing, and some more gathering of sea grass when he butchers a few too many to keep going, but when he is done, he has new, bigger bedding for his nest.

There is just about enough time to put it into place when Jaskier returns, calling down the halls to announce his arrival. It makes Geralt's blood pump with nervous energy, and before he can change his mind, he rummages through his hidden bag of courting gifts, and picks out a shark tooth.

As per usual, Jaskier bursts into the room, telling Geralt about his day, arms waving and fins swirling with expression. Sometimes, Geralt feels like he could watch him speak forever.

"What's that?" Jaskier interrupts himself, mid story, finally picking up on what Geralt is hiding in his hands. 

Geralt feels his face heat up, and he offers up the little treasure to Jaskier with an open palm.

"Found this when patrolling," Geralt mumbles. "Thought you might like it."

Jaskier's smile is blinding. He picks it up, the very tips of his fingers brushing against Geralt's palm. There is no reason for that to send a shiver through him, down to his tail fin, but it does.

Jaskier studies the tooth this way and that, holding it up in the light as he asks what kind of animal it came from, if you can tell the creature's age from it, what this spot right here means, would this be better as a knife or as a necklace, and so on.

Geralt answers all of his questions, and when he quietly offers it to Jaskier as a keepsake, he is rewarded with a kiss on the cheek. As much as he had decided that today would be the day asked Jaskier to be his, he can't fight off the nervous grumble at that.

Jaskier just smiles and swims back to his own nest to place the gift somewhere safe until he has decided its fate.

As soon as the other mer is gone, Geralt finds his little bag of treasures again. This time, he chooses three very small pearls he found. Rolls them between his fingers, feeling their smooth surface, letting them ground him.

He wonders if he can give them to him just like that? Or maybe he should save them, give the pretty rock instead, the one that glitters when turned.

Before he can make up his mind, Jaskier returns, words exploding out of his mouth again with ideas for the tooth. It has Geralt smiling, glowing inside with how his gift was so well received and with so much enthusiasm.

He doesn't notice himself floating closer until Jaskier turns silent, looking up at him with quiet wonder.

"Geralt?" he asks, quietly for once, eyes big and questioning.

"If I told you I picked you dozens of courting gifts, but lacked the courage to give them to you..." Geralt starts, but trails off. The naked hope on Jaskier's face, it catches him off guard somehow.

"Yes?" Jaskier whispers, inching closer too.

He blushes, even his gills turning a pretty pink, and Geralt just wants to reach out and touch him.

"If I collected them to give them to you... would you accept them?" Geralt braves, and when Jaskier's smile wavers, when his chin wrinkles and his brow furrows, Geralt thinks for a moment he read it all wrong.

"Can I show you something?" Jaskier whispers, and when Geralt nods, Jaskier reaches for his hand.

He is guided out of his own room and down the hall, to where Jaskier has his nest. He should be used to Jaskier's tactile nature, but he still isn't. It always surprises him when Jaskier reaches out, when he offers reassurance or seeks comfort.

As soon as they are inside, Jaskier lets go and swims up to one of the upper shelves. His nest has always been a mess, full of things that Jaskier finds interesting and beautiful, his ornaments and instruments strewn about the room, mixed with the little corals growing here and there. Jaskier returns with a sheath, and inside it a whale bone, carved into a knife.

It is beautiful, if a little crooked, but wonderfully decorated with runes and carvings.

"Where did you find this?" Geralt asks with wonder.

"Lambert helped me make it. Or, well. He made it mostly, didn't let me near any of the sharp objects."

Geralt snorts and Jaskier smiles, coming closer and pointing out the finer details on the knife.

"Yennefer helped me with this bit. Said it would help keep you safe. And this one, Ciri put it there."

Geralt admires the handiwork, recognizing the runes and symbols. The one Ciri had put on it was a charm to lead him home.

"And this one?" Geralt asks, pointing to an inscription along the top blade.

"If I told you this is a courting gift, would you accept it?" Jaskier whispers, mirroring what Geralt had asked before.

Gently, Geralt sheathes the knife and puts it down. Then he reaches forward, cradling Jaskier's face in his hands, leaning forward.

"There would be no higher honor," Geralt whispers, and Jaskier's face crumbles again. He looks devastated, and Geralt doesn't understand it, but then the mer is throwing his arms around Geralt's shoulders, pressing close.

He tucks his head in under Geralt's chin, the hands that had been cradling him now holding him close instead, and Geralt finally, finally feels whole.

"Beloved," Geralt whispers, and Jaskier makes a pained sound and presses closer.

"I have had that knife for months," Jaskier admits into Geralt's collarbones, lips grazing the sensitive skin there.

"I have collected courting gifts for years."

They stand there for a long time, just holding each other. Then they hold each other while lying on Jaskier's nest, barely fitting together even with their tails curled around each other.

"I had another question for you," Geralt murmurs into Jaskier's hair eventually, and the mer looks up at him.

"I... uh....made my nest bigger...."

Maybe it is too soon to ask? It feels soon, but also oh so very late. But Jaskier is smiling at him, adjusting them so that he is looking down at Geralt, bracketing him in between his arms.

"Would you share it with me?"

Jaskier kisses him. Soft and lingering and warm and perfect, one of his fingers slowly dragging along Geralt's cheek bone. When they part, Jaskier is giving him another of those blinding smiles.

"There would be no higher honor," Jaskier replies, leaning in for another kiss. Geralt melts into it, losing himself in Jaskier, in the sensations of finally, finally being close the way he has always wanted but never dared. 

Too scarred or too broken to think someone like Jaskier would ever want him, but here they are. It has barely reached midday, but it is hard to do anything other than hold each other close and trade kisses.

Eventually, Geralt's stomach growls, and they have to get up and get food. Now that it is allowed, Geralt can't stop touching him.

Brushing their fins together, resting a hand on Jaskier's lower back, thumbing away food from the corner of Jaskier's mouth... He can't stop.

They wrestle, which dissolves into cuddling, into kissing, and it is like all those years of waiting has led them up to this. The first touch is tentative, hands exploring and kisses deepening. 

When Jaskier presses closer, presses them together, Geralt can't help the low moan slipping out.

"I thought the courting came first," Geralt teases, but Jaskier won't have it. Not entirely, at least.

"I have spent years courting you in my head. I want this. Please."

Despite those years of mental courting, it is too early for the final step. Maybe this will all fall apart in time, maybe it will turn out they won't be able to stand each other within a few months.

Jaskier just laughs when he says it, and Geralt doesn't believe it either. But for Jaskier, he wants this to be done right.

Day by day passes as he empties his courting bag. Trinkets and gifts and findings are given, and Jaskier accepts each and every one. 

Until Jaskier is gone for two full days, returning with a golden ring for Geralt.

The inscription matches the one on the knife, and what Geralt had called him that first night.

Beloved.

Geralt still makes his rounds in the Kelp Forest. He doesn't hesitate to pick up the treasures he finds now. He brings them home to his husband, his mate, presenting each and every one as a gift.

Jaskier calls him a romantic. Geralt calls him home.

#geraskier #mermay #the passiflora merweek #mer!geralt #mer!jaskier #friends to lovers #getting together #fluff #first kisses #cuddling #dapanda writes #courting gifts #i am very tired send help

[bluedillylee]

Siren and a Song

"Oh," he gasps, unable to help himself, "you're beautiful." The siren flushes, a delightfully rosy color.

"You're delirious," he says, pushing away from the sandy water line and swimming farther back into the cave, "this way." Jaskier stumbles to his feet and shuffles after him, bent a little to keep from hitting his head on the ceiling”

full art on my twitter

#the witcher #witcher netflix #geralt #jaskier #geraskier #mermay #creature geralt #mer witcher #fanart for fanfic

[sleepsonfutons]

Thank ye for the tag @seiya-starsniper!

current time: 7:16pm

current mood: neutral

current activity: Sewing a channel for a dowel at the bottom of my neighbor's flag to keep the wind from flipping it around on his flagpole

currently thinking about: How long it's taking to rip out these stitches I need to redo cuz the stitch setting I started with turned out to not be what I wanted

current favorite song: don't have a single fav atm, but the whole of this playlist is a mood lately

currently reading: mostly just alllllllllll the fic (these are my current open to read ones in my mobile browser) In Waking Dreams and Integration by @cuubism, More often than not. (ch17) by TrainWreckBeck, The Chandrasekhar Limit by @beauty-of-nyx, and Discover Check, and Incidentally, Mate by @arialerendeair

OH YEAH! Almost forgot my book club book: Ace by Angela Chen

currently watching: nothing atm cuz Netflix did a ridiculous split release on Witcher S3 so I'm waiting for the whole thing to drop for binging purposes 🤙🏻

current favorite character: like the song Q, no single fav atm, but my current spread of favs remains unchanged: Dream (Daniel & Morpheus)*, Hob Gadling*, The Corinthian, Fiddler's Green, Destruction, Geralt of Rivia, and Jaskier

*especially keen on Shaman!Dream/Nightmare!Hob from Soteria by @phinofthestorm, Dream!Randall in the collab WIP we're writing together, and the mer!Dream @beauty-of-nyx is stewing on writing and @aquabluejay has been drawing

current WIPs: Σ(´∀｀；) ummm... there're quite a few... (；´ ³`)ゞ the pile keeps growing, but now that I finished my Hobrinthian, exchange fic Dues Owed (Debts Collected), I'm gonna be circling back to my John Dee Wins bingo fic and see about FINALLY getting that one wrapped up. Others at the top of the pile are the previously mentioned collab fic with @phinofthestorm and then writing more of the story following the angst prompt fic Don't Ask Me To Say Goodbye ft. siren/mer!Dream

Tagging (but legit no pressure): @thranduilland, @mentallyinvernation, @blueberrymffn, @arialerendeair, @landwriter, @phinofthestorm, @spockandthings, and @beauty-of-nyx

#sleepsonfutons gets tagged #sleepsonfutons answers #tag game

[thenightling]

What is The Witcher: Sirens of the Deep? First: What is The Witcher? Very abridged version: A Witcher is a male witch trained from childhood to be a monster hunter. In this particular franchise the witcher we meet is Geralt of Rivia, also known as The White Wolf because he has had distinctive white hair since childhood and yellow wolf-like eyes. Also he wears a silver medallion of a wolf's head sigil, that vibrates in the presence of monsters. Geralt ultimately adopts an orphaned princess named Ciri. And Geralt, along with his sorceress lover, (Yennefer) and his friend, the flamboyant bard, (Jaskier: pronounced Yas-key-er) raise the young princess, who eventually becomes a monster hunter, herself, suggesting that "The Witcher" of the title was actually her, all along, and not Geralt. The Witcher: Sirens of the deep is one of Geralt's adventures that has been told in short story form and was also told through song in season 3 of The Witcher (the song "A Little Sacrifice"). In late 2024 Netflix plans to release an animated retelling of the story, which apparently is set during the time of season 1 of The Witcher live-action Netflix series (I'm basing that on Jaskier's clothes and haircut since Geralt doesn't really change from season to season as he doesn't age as humans do but Jaskier's look changes from season to season). This means it is set before Geralt adopts Ciri. In this new animated version of the story it appears that Geralt is called upon because of political unrest between a coastal human kingdom on The Continent (the fantasy setting of The Witcher stories, which resembles medieval Europe) and a kingdom of sirens (mer-people who have hypnotic voices that lure humans to their deaths). The Prince of the kingdom has fallen in love with a siren and now either she or the prince has to give up their home to be with the other. She either becomes human, or he becomes a siren. In an inversion of The Little Mermaid, the prince ultimately chooses to become a siren and gives up walking on land forever to be with her. There is a subplot with Jaskier and a rival female bard, who may or may not become a romantic interest for him. (Remember, there are deviations from the books so don't expect this to exactly match the original short story).

The Witcher: Sirens of the Deep teaser trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y7ZgJCl62sA

Despite the familiar fairytale-like story, The Witcher, is NOT intended for children, even in the animated movies. There is violence and swearing and sometimes nudity. Do not expect a kid-friendly fairytale. I actually hope we get to hear Jaskier singing "A Little Sacrifice" confirming an idea I had that he was the one who taught Ciri the song. Ciri is who sings it in season 3 of The Witcher (live action series). https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B9mqmyP77c4 Imagine if that had been Ciri's lullaby sung to her by Jaskier. Doug Cockle will voice Geralt of Rivia instead of Henry Cavill (The Witcher seasons 1 through 3), or Liam Hemsworth (The Witcher, season 4). Doug Cockle has previously voiced Geralt of Rivia for The Witcher video games. It has been confirmed that Joey Batey will be voicing Jaskier in The Witcher: Sirens of the Deep which suggests he will sing since Joey Batey has an excellent voice and he usually sings at least two songs for every season of The Witcher, and even had a song in The Witcher prequel series, The Witcher: Blood Origin.

#The Witcher #Sirens of the Deep

[thepassifloradiscord]

MerMay Event

Here is the roundup post for the Passiflora Discord's MerMay Challenge. Thanks to everyone who participated!

A Reverie Endeavor by Althe_a: Lambert is convinced Aiden can't swim and is determined to help.

Kelp Forests and Trinkets by @dapandapod: As per usual, Jaskier bursts into the room, telling Geralt about his day, arms waving and fins swirling with expression. Sometimes, Geralt feels like he could watch him speak forever. "What's that?" Jaskier interrupts himself, mid story, finally picking up on what Geralt is hiding in his hands. Geralt feels his face heat up, and he offers up the little treasure to Jaskier with an open palm. "Found this when patrolling," Geralt mumbles. "Thought you might like it." Jaskier's smile is blinding. He picks it up, the very tips of his fingers brushing against Geralt's palm. There is no reason for that to send a shiver through him, down to his tail fin, but it does.

Gift by @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie: Geralt knew the sea would present him with a gift. A treasure from its bottomless depths. But he’d been expecting bountiful gold coins and pearls. Not a living creature. 

Essi Daven by @flawney

Graskier art (for A Little More) by @flawney

The Little Manmer by @jaskiersvalley with art by myr73k: As far as curses went, not only was the one cast on Emhyr undignified, it was also most annoying. Every night he turned into half man, half fish. If only the idiot wizard could have got it right and made the bottom half the fish.

A Mer Thing by @kueble: Jaskier is touch-starved and Eskel helps him out.

A Little More by @kueble: Mer!Jaskier needs to mate and Geralt is very willing. 

Falling to You by @softdarlingjaskier: Perhaps, given that Jaskier walked all night instead of sleeping, it was unavoidable that his body would choose for him. He nods off, just slightly; his chin tips down toward his chest and his shoulders lose their tension, subsequently resulting in a loosened grip on his lute. There’s one thick moment where he enjoys the lapse, his body heavy and it feels good to give in. As soon as realizes what’s happening, however, he jerks himself up straight, flailing to keep his body from collapsing forward and into the ocean.And it’s exactly that which is his literal downfall.or, mer!Geralt saves Jaskier from drowning.

Jaskier stumbling on mer!Lambert art by @spacecores

Underwater Love by Taender_kisses: Geralt wants to bathe with his boyfriend, but Jaskier has a secret to confess.

#the passiflora discord #mermay #look at all this talent #everyone did an amazing job #recs list