re: Drabbles and # in Spotify Wrapped - How's about the number 27?
#27: I Can See You by Taylor Swift
Alex arrives in Berlin with just enough time to shower and change, which means he doesn't see Henry until they're both at the gala.
"Looking pretty boring, Your Majesty." Now he knows Henry's tells, Alex notices the smile he tucks into the corner of his mouth before it can be seen. Alex wants to lick that same spot.
"Your fashion expertise is appreciated as always, Alex." Henry pats him on the elbow before moving into the crowd, a move that will probably be read as cordial—but Alex feels the weight of the hotel key dropping into his jacket pocket.
[send me a number 1-100 and I'll write a drabble based off whatever song that corresponds to in my spotify wrapped apple music replay]
#7! Geraskier on a trip to Japan? They decided to do the touristy thing of wearing kimono/hakata in Kyoto.
Please?
My dear kuri!!! I'm so so happy you sent an ask!!!! ....in high speed....without reading the rules first 😂😂😂 It's kind adorable tbh XD
But ily, so here's your Geraskier!!
I'll never learn how to draw NX!Geralt so I'm truly sorry for him😬
Hope you still like the pic, even tho i was running far far away with the given prompt 🤭
Geralt hadn’t even realised something was missing in his life until he met Jaskier. The first time Jaskier touched him, an innocent clap on the back as they walked along the path in search of the devil, Geralt felt like he’d been burned. He grunted and pushed Jaskier away. No one touched witchers. That was just the way things were.
Except Jaskier did.
Jaskier never stopped, and Geralt found himself reaching back, leaning into those little touches to his arms, cheeks, hands. He didn’t know why but he began to crave it, the warmth of Jaskier’s skin against his. It wasn’t even romantic, just a need for companionship, a deep longing that he’d never noticed before. The first time Jaskier offered up his talents as a masseur, Geralt almost cried, biting back tears as Jaskier worked his fingers into the knotted muscles. It was all too much, and yet not enough.
After that, Geralt found himself initiating the touches more and more, pulling Jaskier into hugs before they parted for winter, a kiss to his cheek when they were reunited again. He would pull Jaskier to him on the colder nights, the chill in the air being a perfect excuse. He told himself he was doing it for Jaskier’s sake. The bard clearly thrived on physical touch. Geralt had witnessed his open affection even with complete strangers. But in all honesty, Geralt knew he was being selfish.
And he would continue to be selfish for as long as Jaskier would let him.
My beloved Panda. After going through your prompts, I can see you challenging to be nice to myself and HOW DARE. MA'AM.
🧠Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite head-canon for them. - You have to pick a character! You didn't, love. But I know you love one pairing in particular. So I'll tell you my thoughts on Jaskier. I believe Jaskier is desperate for love and external validation. Not necessarily attention, but validation that his efforts, his existence, are worth-while and contribute to the bettering of this world. And that the greatest fear of his life is being forgotten. (cw: death mention) They say that your true death is the last time someone says your name.
✨Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉 - Ma’am. I. Hmph. It’s really soft and easy to sink in to. I DON’T KNOW. UGH.
🤩Who is your favorite character to write? - Jaskier. Geralt? Jaskier. Yes. Jaskier.
Nope! But I'm all too happy to write it!
13. the hug to hide your tears
This one got a liiittle sad, but that is what happens when I decide to go Post Mountain. There are many kind of tears to hide, but this is what I went with. Please enjoy <3
"Warnings": Slightly open ended? Post break up mountain scene. Sad Geralt, Lovely Roach, uh... Hints of Yenralt and Geraskier, but it is a little up to you :*
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On Ao3 Hug prompt collection
Geralt descends the mountain alone. The dwarves are there with him, yes, but not his-…. not the sorceress nor his-... the bard.
He fucked up.
It sucks to admit, but there is no way around it. Shame and guilt and anger boils inside him, seeping all the way out into his fingertips.
He finds Roach, saddles her up and leads her away. He can’t bring himself to ride, he needs the motion, needs the movement to not sink too deep in his head.
Last time he felt anything like this was after Renfri. It’s been a while, he realizes. Were he in any other mindset he would have seen the change had come after Posada.
All he knows now is that the feeling is back, and this time it… just might be his fault. If he wasn’t such a fucking ass. If he hadn’t lashed out. If he hadn’t laughed at Yennefer, if he hadn’t blamed Jaskier for… for everything.
Geralt is alone.
Just him, and Roach, and no one else.
Fuck.
It takes Roach tugging at the reins to realize he has stopped walking. He lets them slip between his fingers and she dives for the sparse grass on the forest floor.
What is with him? Why does he always push the ones he cares about away? Why does he hurt them, mock them, shove them….
Geralt puts a hand on Roach, feeling her warm fur against his fingers. Somehow, through it all, she is still with him. He steps into her space, leaning his forehead against her neck. His eyes sting.
He is all alone, but still he wants to hide. Fuck.
He pulls in a shuddering breath, tangling his fingers in her mane, giving in to the urge and wraps his other arm over her neck. It’s not the first time he seeks comfort with her.
“What should I do, girl?” He mumbles, voice wavering.
Geralt has no idea how to fix this. No idea how to set things right, where to even start.
“I hurt someone again,” Geralt whispers his confession, but Roach doesn’t reply.
Himalayan. Yes I'm biased. That said, their fur is awful and I hate it, why would you breed something that matts when they look at water.
Ragamuffins! They're so big and floppy and soft! Or so I've heard, I want one desperately (but I refuse to ever pay for a full-bred cat when I can adopt one for like. 5 bucks. Or just wait around for one to need to be rehomed)
Cheetahs. I just love them your honor. So chirpy. Big rumbly purrs. Would pet and would regret but would still pet.
Pallas cats! The only cat breed to not have a slit pupil! They're funky little dudes, they're stumpy little legs aren't made for running and I relate so hard
Any/all types of leopards. Slink up into the trees and out of sight, what a mood, don't look at me
