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The Waves We Sail (1/2)

Prompt that got out of hand from @officerjennie

Enby Pirate Dandelion meets the fearsome witcher pirate captain, Geralt of Rivia, their mission? Seduction.

CW: Gender crisis, misogyny, smut in chapter 2 (voyeurism, exhibitionism, rough sex, penis in vagina sex, undernegotiated kink, sword flirting... you know the usual?), blood, canon-typical violence and death of unnamed characters.

AO3

Living on the Seven Seas hadn’t been where Dandelion had expected their life to go. The first born daughter of the Viscount de Lettenhove should, by all rights, have led a very privileged life, but when they had been sixteen, young Dandelion’s parents had tried to marry them off to a gods awful man who only wanted a wife to bear him a child, an heir. Having decided at a very early age that they didn’t, under any circumstances, want children, Dandelion fled. They took only their lute, and a small satchel of clothes and jewellery to sell.

Lettenhove Castle was, by chance, located on the coast, and soon enough, Dandelion found themself boarding a ship, hiding amongst the cargo - a stowaway. They were discovered two days later by Captain Valdo Marx, and in a fit of rage fuelled by superstition, the captain almost threw Dandelion off the plank. The shock of having a woman on board was just too much for him, but Dandelion had always been a charmer, full of flattery and persuasion and they’d convinced the old pirate to let them stay.

The catch?

They had to pretend they were a man. Valdo had thrown them into his cabin, yelling about finding clothes in the wardrobe, and something about having to stop at a tailor's next time they went ashore. The binder was custom made for Dandelion, uncomfortable around their chest, but Valdo’s trousers and shirt were loose fitting, the leather belt and knee high boots completing their new roguish look to perfection. It was… a revelation to the new pirate in training. For the first time in their life, Dandelion had been allowed out of the box that noble society had pushed them into time and time again.

The only thing they absolutely refused to change was their hair. Valdo had threatened to cut it off, but Dandelion had thrown a fit, pointing out Valdo’s own long dark hair that he pulled back into a bun. Not to mention the whispers of the White Wolf, witcher turned pirate with his striking silver hair. If the men were allowed to have long hair, then there was absolutely no way that Dandelion was forfeiting their own luscious blonde locks to the whims of some superstitious arsehole! Their hair and their eyes were the only part of their body that they’d really always felt comfortable with, and they were only just starting to realise why.

Away from Lettenhove, Dandelion dropped their given name in a heartbeat and became Dandelion the Bard!

The year they’d spent at Oxenfurt served them well, even if they’d never graduated from the Academy. The crew of The Peacock was a raucous bunch, but even Marx could be seen to smile when Dandelion played their lute. He even helped to… acquire a gorgeous elven lute when Dandelion’s got damaged in a raid.

Oh, ho, ho! How Dandelion had thrived!

It turned out the pirate life rather suited the young noble, and they quickly rose through the ranks of the ship despite Valdo’s bitterness towards their gender. Although, after they’d spent nearly three years at sea, Dandelion was fairly certain they were not a woman, despite their body. Living as a boy had been fun, but it wasn’t quite right for them either.

But they knew that was something they could figure out… after they disposed of one Valdo Marx. It wasn’t as if Marx was a bad person, for a pirate, or even a bad captain. He was just… stuck in his ways? As long as Dandelion wore their binder and presented as a boy, Valdo treated them fine, but they were beginning to miss the skirts and dresses of their youth, and they were quickly realising that they had traded one stifling box for another.

Of course, Dandelion was grateful to Valdo in many ways, he’d given them a chance to see there was another way, but now they were craving for freedom… for choice.

As it turned out, luck was on Dandelion’s side. One day when they’d been washing the blood off their shirt, their binder tucked away at the side of the wash basin, Draig Bon Dhu had stumbled in, smelling of grog and stale piss. The raid had been vicious but successful and everyone was celebrating in their own way. For Dandelion it meant desperately trying not to vomit at the sight of the blood covering their clothes, and then the evening sat with their lute and their friends under the stars. For most of the crew, a successful raid meant drinking until their livers broke and at least one person stumbled overboard.

Or apparently, in Draig’s case, interrupting Dandelion’s bathing time.

There wasn’t time for Dandelion to panic, the Skelligan was on them immediately asking questions about their gender and the binder and whether the captain knew. It was clear very early on that Draig was Dandelion’s newest and most loyal ally, the fury in his eyes made Dandelion’s heart skip a beat… both horny and yet a tiny bit scared. But the rage was directed solely at their captain.

Apparently, Valdo’s misogyny was an antiquated view amongst pirates these days, and Draig was ready for mutiny. It didn’t take long to rally the crew, and after weeks of secret sword fighting lessons with Draig, Dandelion was ready to challenge their captain to a duel. The fight was exhausting and there were times when they were ready to give up, but they’d made a life at sea, not winning would mean it was all over. They would be carted back to Lettenhove with their tail between their legs and married off to the nearest lord… nothing but a womb, a transaction between two families.

And that simply wasn’t an option.

So Valdo had to fall, and fall he did. Dandelion’s sword pressed up against Valdo’s throat, slicing into the delicate skin just enough for blood to well up where the steel met flesh. Bile rose up and Dandelion grimaced, tossing their sword to one side, glancing at Draig with a satisfied smirk.

“Take him to the cell,” Dandelion muttered darkly with a flourish. “There’s no need for further bloodshed today.”

And that was it. Dandelion was the new captain of their motley crew, and when the ship next docked, Valdo was thrown out, naked and ashamed, ready for the authorities to pick him up.

There were many things Dandelion loved about being a pirate captain, but really they just adored the aesthetics. The tricorne hat was just to die for and they enjoyed basking in the attention of their crew. On the other hand, the decisions could be tough. A pirate’s life was not easy, and it became harder when they were in charge. Sometimes raids went wrong and they lost members of the crew, or they didn’t quite make it through storms without serious injuries and damage to the hull. That responsibility rested with them now, and it was a heavy burden to carry, but they led their crew fairly and the newly named Chameleon was soon the most feared pirate ship on the seven seas…

Except for the Kaer Morhen.

The band of mutant pirates, witchers turned rogues, were ruthless and Dandelion had it on good authority that their leader, Geralt of Rivia, was absolutely gorgeous. If there was one thing Dandelion loved more than the open ocean, it was a beautiful person who could absolutely destroy them. Sadly, despite their many years at sea, Dandelion’s crew had never crossed paths with the Kaer Morhen, their territories never overlapping and both captains having a mutual respect for one another.

But Dandelion was in charge now… and they wanted to meet this mysterious White Wolf.

“You sure about this, Captain?” Draig asked with a sigh, his thick Skelligan accent still strong despite nearly a decade at sea.

In response, Dandelion just pulled their sword from its sheath, flamboyantly flourishing it in the air and spinning in a pirouette that made their hair fly out around them in a halo. “Geralt won’t know what’s hit him!” they announced gleefully.

It was true. Dandelion had pulled out all the stops on their outfit, combining a long billowy skirt which flew up when they spun around, with a gorgeous corset that was decorated with buttercups etched into the leather. The corset was designed to compress their breasts rather than push them up. It wasn’t as effective as their binder but it was more comfortable and far easier to fight in… although if Dandelion had their way it would be less of a fight and more a kind of foreplay. They’d even gone for thick black kohl smudged around their eyes to highlight the bright blue that shone prettily in the sun. To top it all off, they’d used a contouring trick that an old mage had taught them a few years back to make their face look more masculine.

And oh the gender vibes were immaculate!

Dandelion knew they radiated confidence to the point of arrogance, and it was going to catch them a sexy pirate husband if it were the last thing they did.

Sighing, they glanced up at the sun. It was almost time for their rendezvous with the Kaer Morhen, and yet there was no sign of the mysterious witcher pirate ship. Dandelion pouted, and then turned on their first mate, brandishing their sword.

“Think fast Draig!” They cried, launching their attack.

Draig Bon Dhu was a talented swordsman, having taught Dandelion everything they knew, but over the years, Dandelion had developed and grown on their own, challenging fearsome pirates from all over the Continent’s seas, elves to dwarves to humans, even the odd ship of wraiths and drowners, and to Draig’s despair, the student had overtaken the master. Still, it was fun to spar, and Dandelion had faith that Draig wouldn’t tire them out too much before their duel with Geralt.

It was very unlikely that Dandelion would beat the famous White Wolf, but they wanted to do well enough to impress the witcher, to earn his respect. If Geralt couldn’t respect the Chameleon and its captain, then the Kaer Morhen would be a deadly rival, one that could see the end of Dandelion’s time at sea, maybe even their life. Most of the time, Dandelion played the flamboyant pirate captain without a care in the world, being underestimated by their foes served them well, but beneath the laughter and music they were smart, and they weren’t disillusioned to just how dangerous this meeting of pirates could be for them.

The problem was the Kaer Morhen and the Chameleon were both frightfully successful bands of pirates and their territories were getting closer by the day. Eventually, they would have to face one another, and Dandelion would really rather it be on their terms rather than staring down the barrel of Kaer Morhen’s cannons. Seduction wasn’t exactly a pirate’s way, but despite everything, Dandelion still preferred to charm and play their opponents. The Chameleon was famed for their stealth, like assassins of the sea. They stole with as little bloodshed and fuss as possible, whereas the witchers were very much cannons first, tongues later sort of ship.

If Kaer Morhen decided to attack… they were screwed.

So Dandelion was aiming for a truce, hopefully even an alliance. The worst scenario would be for Geralt to completely reject all proposals and Dandelion’s ship would be forced to spring the traps they’d set for the witchers, thin out their numbers, level the playing field a little.

All in all, not nearly as fun as a dashing new husband.

“Captain!” Draig yelled, jumping back with a curse as he ducked under Dandelion’s blade. “Save your strength.”

“Oh poppycock!” Dandelion whined, darting forward in a feint before flicking their sword to cut across Draig’s chest, cutting through the fabric of his shirt. “It’s called a warm up, Bon Dhu! Or did you never learn about that on Skellige? Dearest Melitele, a year at Oxenfurt should be mandatory. My old… Oi! Watch it!”

Draig just laughed as the flat of his blade crashed into Dandelion’s shins. “You were saying?”

“My old professor would throw chalk at us if we even thought about playing without warming up. It’s the same for a lute as it is with a sword, Draig. Ha!”

Draig’s parry failed and his sword was pulled from his hand, clattering across the deck to a chorus of cheering pirates.

“And that, my dear Draig, is that.”

“Ship ahead!” Milva cried from the crow’s nest.

Silence fell as Dandelion spun around, desperate for their first glance of the Kaer Morhen, of Geralt. Sure enough a large ship was creeping through the fog that had surrounded them, a large wolf skull flag flying high in the sky. Dandelion had heard rumours of the Kaer Morhen’s magical properties but to feel the icy haze against their own skin was something else entirely. There must be mages on board. It was the only logical explanation, and yet also very poetic in the aesthetic and Dandelion couldn’t help but appreciate the whole mysterious theme that the witchers had going.

Dandelion’s fingers itched, flexing on the hilt of their sword as they sheathed it. Standing with their sword drawn before Geralt even hit the deck would not be a wise choice. It would only stand to enrage and taunt the witcher pirate captain, which was the opposite of what Dandelion wanted. So reluctantly, they instructed Draig to pick up and sheath his sword, ready for the incoming ship.

When they lay anchor, Dandelion watched carefully from the middle of the deck. Their hair fluttered out behind them as they waited, their hand resting on the hilt of their sword. Above Dandelion, Milva stood guard from her post in the crow’s nest and by their side was Draig, reliable old Draig who had supported Dandelion from when they were at the very bottom of the food chain. Glancing around their ship with piercing blue eyes, Dandelion smiled to themself. The ragtag crew they had ended up with was possibly the strangest most eclectic group of people ever seen before on a pirate ship, gays and girls, trans people, and pirates from all over the Contient - from Zerrikania to Kovir. Anyone that had previously been shunned from the boats due to superstition were welcomed aboard the Chameleon. It was a point of pride for Dandelion, the ocean was to be both feared and respected but it didn’t give a shit about what a person looked like or who they were attracted to.

It was possibly just another reason everyone seemed to underestimate them. Fools - the lot of them.

With a sigh, Dandelion adjusted their stance, shifting their weight onto one hip as their skirt danced around their ankles, and then they saw him… the White Wolf. Geralt was just as handsome as the rumours said. Long silver hair fell down past his shoulders, half pulled back so he could see… and oh his eyes; beautiful, gorgeous golden eyes that watched the world with a caution born from years of terror and pain. There were scars running along his arms, a mesh of pink lines that trailed beneath the rolled up sleeves just above his elbows. On Geralt’s face was a particularly nasty scar that cut across his eye, and another smaller one sweeping just under his jaw. His skin was deathly pale, far paler than Dandelion had ever seen on a human before, but it didn’t take away from his beauty. The inhuman nature was enticing, the sense of danger that itched under Dandelion’s skin, drawing them in closer.

The witcher was strong and tall, fangs peaking out beneath his lips as they curled up into an almost ugly smile.

“Dandilion?” Geralt asked as he came to stop in front of Dandelion.

“Dandelion,” they corrected with a smile. It had been a misspelling on a letter years ago, but one that had stuck. No one could quite believe the fierce pirate captain could name themself after a flower and so everyone assumed the mistake had been the truth. “Like the flower.”

“The weed?”

“Weeds are useful, darling,” Dandelion winked, “and they are remarkably hard to get rid of.”

“Hmm, a rose would have been more accurate.”

Chuckling, Dandelion twirled, their skirt flying out around them, and when they finally faced Geralt again they fluttered their eyelashes, giving the witcher a seductive smile. “For their beauty?”

“No. You’re a thorn in my side, Dandelion.”

There was a muttering of laughter from behind Geralt as the other witchers came into view. There were four of them. There was an older man with equally silver hair and golden eyes, who, if Dandelion didn’t know better, they would have said he was Geralt’s father. Beside the grey haired man was a taller blond fellow. His face was distorted by a horrendous scar that marred his skin from his ear to his lip, twisting his upper lip into a sort of snarl. From what Dandelion had heard, this was Eskel and Geralt’s right hand man. Next to Eskel was a shorter grumpy looking pirate, his hair was slick and greased back in a way that made Dandelion grimace. No one should have that much bear fat in their hair. It was a crime against fashion and they were grateful that Geralt had decided on a more practical hair tie. Last but not least was a green-eyed witcher. He had a thick beard that seemed to conceal pox scars that marked across his face. Unlike the rest of the witchers, he had dark skin rather than sickly pale, and his eyes were bloodshot… damaged. Dandelion assumed this was the griffin that the wolves of Kaer Morhen had taken in following the siege against the griffin’s keep in the mountains - Coen they called him.

Overall, Dandelion knew they were in danger. If the witchers decided to attack then really there was nothing the Chameleon could do except try and take as many of the witchers down with them, which really was not ideal for anyone involved. Both sides would have hefty casualties with Dandelion’s crew being essentially wiped out. It would leave the Kaer Morhen weakened and vulnerable for the next crew that stepped up and took Dandelion’s place.

The only logical solution was an alliance.

“Thank you for agreeing to meet me, Geralt. It’s truly an honour,” they said as they bowed deeply, having to hold onto their hat to stop it from falling off. “We have much to discuss.”

“Do we?”

“Oh, ho, ho! I think we do! You see I was hoping for a sort of alliance between us, and I think it would be rather beneficial to both sides if we could come to an agreement don’t you?” Another wave of laughter echoed through the witchers, making Dandelion pout. That was really not ideal. “How about a duel? Not to the death, just… a friendly spar between captains. Let me prove myself to you, White Wolf.”

“I don’t need a flower,” Geralt grumbled.

Without further ado, Dandelion drew their sword and started the dance with his potential lover and current rival of the seas. “Come on, witcher!”

Snarling, Geralt parried and the fight had begun. It was like lightning in their veins as they clashed swords, twirled and dodged and moved together in a lethal tango. Dandelion couldn’t help but laugh as they cut into Geralt’s shirt sleeve, expertly avoiding the skin beneath. They weren’t here to kill Geralt, nor even maim him, merely to earn the White Wolf’s respect. The attack had Geralt snarling and he spun faster than any human Dandelion had had the pleasure of fighting, silver hair flying out behind him. It was incredible and thrilling and free.

“Not bad, witcher!” Dandelion cried as their swords crossed, their faces barely an inch apart.

Sweat was already pooling under their corset, the fight growing faster and more insistent with every beat. The witcher bared his fangs and growled as he moved their swords in a twist that could have disarmed Dandelion if they weren’t more prepared. As it was they stepped out of the attack and pirouetted to gain momentum before trying again. This time Geralt had predicted their move and Dandelion had to duck before dashing onto the higher level of the deck. Geralt may be the superior fighter but Dandelion knew this ship better than the back of their hand.

The fight danced along the deck between the masts and the ropes, and with one well aimed strike of their sword, a pile of rope came tumbling down from above them and one of the sails came loose. Draig would have their head for it later, but it did slow down Geralt, giving Dandelion a chance to catch their breath.

“You fight dirty, flower,” Geralt yelled over the sound of the crews cheering them on from the lower deck.

“What can I say… I’m filthy,” they giggled, winking at the gorgeous pirate opposite them. “And rather handy with a sword, if I do say so myself.”

“You’re a flirt.” Without missing a beat Geralt spun and launched his own attack, taking Dandelion by surprise.

The edge of the sword pressed against their neck and they swallowed. It had been a long time since someone had beaten Dandelion in a fight like this, a long time since they had been at someone else’s mercy, especially someone as attractive as Geralt.

“Oh no,” they simpered, pouting up at the witcher. “You caught me. Whatever shall I do?”

Rolling his eyes, Geralt took a step back, the tip of his sword caught under Dandelion’s chin, tilting it upwards. “Tell me why I shouldn’t just kill you, petal?”

Dandelion shivered at the nickname, licking their lips as they held Geralt’s gaze. “My crew would take half of yours out before they fall. Don’t let the name and the skirt fool you, Geralt. This is a tight ship and my crew are loyal. Most importantly, witcher, when my crew falls there will always be more to take their place. I heard that new witchers were a thing of the past.”

“You’re threatening me?” The sword dug a little deeper, and Dandelion winced at the pain. They might be a brilliant pirate and sword fighter, but they weren’t above vomiting all over the deck at the sight of blood.

Despite the fear that was starting to creep up their spine, Dandelion let out a burst of panic laughter. “Oh quite the opposite, darling. I was trying to seduce you. I’m awfully pretty, don’t you think?”

“You ripped my shirt,” Geralt deadpanned.

“Yes, well… that was for my benefit really. You are also rather pretty.”

With a sigh, Geralt lowered the sword. “You’re a mess, Dandelion, but fine. You’re a good captain, not great, but good.”

“Oi!”

“There’s still time to kill you.”

“No, no. Quite alright. I have a better idea anyway. How about I show you my cabin?” Dandelion smirked, tilting their head.

Geralt’s eyes darkened and his lip pulled into a predatory smile. “Oh I think here will be just fine. Don’t you?”

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