Fluff prompt for you:
Modern geraskier blankie hugs 🥺🥺🥺
Dani Darling, all for you! Hope you like it!
(I might write this again bc omg soft potential!!!)
On Ao3 here
“No. I was here first.”
“You are taking up the entire couch.”
“I know. It is my right and my responsibility to-”
“I will lay down on you.”
“You wouldn’t dare!”
“You have three seconds.”
“No, I’m not moving. Sit on the floor.”
“You won’t do it. I am too cute to be squished.”
“Hah! Sure. Three! Alright, you did this to yourself.”
Jaskier did have those three seconds to prepare, but somehow he was not prepared. Geralt is a big man, and Jaskier is… well not as big. Jaskier is laying on his back, glaring up at his friend as he counts. Not until Geralt is mid air, falling onto him, does Jaskier truly believe it.
The air is knocked right out of his lungs as Geralt lands on him, not catching himself at all. Jaskier protests as loudly as he can, but there is actually very little air left, so it is mostly a wheeze.
“You SMOTHER Miette? You SMOTHER his body like - hhhhh - help!! JAIL for roommate. Jail for roommate for a THOUSAND years!”
“I’m appearently not smothering you hard enough, if you can quote stupid at me.” Geralt says and makes himself comfortable on top of Jaskier, taking good care to lay as much weight on him as he is able. Again, Geralt is a big man.
Jaskier makes a complaining sound, but he is well and truly stuck, there isn’t even any wriggle room.
“Geeerallt” He whines. “I was watching a moovieee.”
“Now I’m watching a movie. Oooh, The Old Guard, good choice.”
Jaskier wriggles and complains more, but he is not doing any serious effort to actually push him away. It is… cozy. Safe and warm. Geralt has settled so his head is on Jaskiers shoulder, effectively blocking the view of the tv, and he has put his arms under Jaskiers shoulders in a half hug. Their legs are tangled and Jaskier can feel Geralt's chest expand with every inhale. His own heartbeat is loud in his ears, and his body is struggling to decide if it is being comforted or assaulted with flittery fluttery nerves. Comfort is winning out, and he sighs loudly and wriggles his arms free and wraps them around Geralt.
“You smell like sweat.” Jaskier tells him, squeezing him and burrowing his head into Gealts filthy hair.
“I just came from the gym.”
“I can tell. Your shirt is moist.”
“Fuck you, Jaskier.”
“Hmm.. Maybe later. Too cozy.”
Jaskiers mouth does that sometimes. Speaks without thinking, what so ever. Now he is fighting down his embarrassment, trying to keep it as a joke and not something he very much wouldn’t mind.
Geralt says nothing, there are action sounds coming from the tv, and Geralt's arms squeeze around him a little tighter.
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Princess Bubblegum x Marceline (fluff)
song at the bottom if you want to listen while you read
(small blurb! No smut)
Princess Bubblegum sighed as she dealt with yet another problem in the castle. Her mood went up remembering her plans to have a sleepover with her best friend Marceline. Trying to finish everything up for the day she finally finished falling back onto the couch with an exhausted sigh. Her phone started to buzz, hearing the familiar ring tone she picked up.
“Hey Bubs! When are you coming over?” exclaimed her best friend, making her stomach flip at the small nickname.
She smiled replying, smiling “Heading over right now Marce!” Hurrying to pack her bag she made it out the door rushing over to the guitarists' vampire's house. Not even bothering to knock considering this was practically her second home Princess Bubblegum just made her way inside.
“Oh sorry! I didn't realize you were still changing!” Princess Bubblegum's already pink cheeks became even pinker after catching her best friend in her sports bra mid-way of putting on one of her band t-shirts.
“Oh nah you're all good PB,” Marceline replied smiling cheekily at the obviously flustered princess. They both headed to the vampire's cot getting under a mound of blankets and grabbing their hot cocoa. Bubble gum nestled her neck into Marceline's black hair enjoying the comforting smell of the forest. Marceline snuck a cold hand onto PBs thigh causing a bright blush to bloom on the richnesses cheeks once again.
They cuddled turning on their favorite show simply enjoying each other's company and the warmth it brought them.
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