Imaginary fic title: Endless Sea (preferably for Encanto or Witcher)

Love you, Bee ♥︎

Awww, love you too! And how can this be anything but Ivar/Keldar?? Let’s throw in some classic fairy tale elements, like the little mermaid, and we’re good to go.

Ivar has been oh so careful, but he’s caught in a net during one of his patrols. Warritt, the hypocrite, always said his curiosity would be his downfall, but Ivar always just shrugged it off.

He can’t shrug the net off though, not without considerable damage being done to his tail, where hooks sunk into the meat and the delicate part of his fins. Humiliating is one word for the situation. Scary would be another, if an understatement. He manages to get to shore, undignified and in pain. He fully expects to die there.

That expectation triples when he wakes up thirsty, famished, with a pair of yellow eyes watching him. A witcher, if the sirens are correct - they usually are, the pests, hunting humans like game -, and that can only mean one thing. Ivar bears sharp rows of teeth. The witcher, calm and collected, and cool as a sea cucumber, pulls out a feather and a book, and starts to sketch. When they're finished, they show the result: a perfectly drawn realistic picture of Ivar, with notations by the side. The witcher flips the page and Ivar grunts in surprise. He recognizes the tongue of vodyanoi, fishpeople, worshippers of Dagon, though he himself doesn’t speak it fluently. It takes a moment to decipher the writing (Dool Bool tohl grool?), but when he does, he ends up rolling his eyes. Yes, he speaks Common. And the witcher smiles, shuts the book and says, “I’m here to help.”