Hello!! I love your Gereskel fics :D and you write so many... thank you!! I've been thinking hard about that specific kind of feeling prompt you asked for... Maybe they complete a witcher contract together, and then Geralt is asked to stay longer & become a private witcher/bodyguard? But Eskel is like oh no, not happening! Or maybe Eskel doesn't want Geralt to leave KM in spring. Or he just NEEDS to sit next/close to Geralt during supper on the first day at KM after 3 seasons apart? :')
Thank you so much for the prompt!! I didn’t honestly think I’d get any more and all of my creative juice was being stifled... I’m so glad you’ve enjoyed my fics, it’s so kind of you to say that!! And these are all excellent prompts, by the way. I’m going to go with Eskel needing you be close to Geralt, because that idea is just so cute to me :’))
“Don’t sit there,” Geralt says casually as Jaskier is about to have a seat at the table. Jaskier furrows his brow.
“I can’t sit next to my friend while I eat?” It’s only his first year at Kaer Morhen— he’s not used to the place yet, and he’s certain he would feel much more comfortable eating his first meal with them if he was sitting next to the person who brought him in the first place.
“You can try,” Geralt says, which is... ominous. Jaskier shrugs and sits next to him anyway, leaving a little bit of space between him and Geralt so they can both stretch their legs comfortably. Lambert enters the room from the kitchen next, sitting across from Geralt. He looks up and sees Jaskier beside Geralt, squinting in confusion.
“You know, that’s-“ Lambert is cut off by Geralt, who hums.
“He’ll figure it out,” Geralt assures. Jaskier is still confused. What’s so wrong about him sitting next to Geralt? He starts eating, though the situation is still puzzling him. There’s nothing he can think of that he’s doing wrong. Is he breaking some kind of Witcher Ettiquette? Is there something about where he’s sitting? Is it—
A low voice is right near his head, and Jaskier recognizes it as Eskel. Eskel is the Witcher he finds the easiest to like— he smiles genuinely and easily, he’s sweet, and he has helped Jaskier when he’d arrived to find—
Jaskier is unceremoniously dripped on the bench next to Eskel, his bowl placed in front of him as Eskel... takes his spot. He pats his shoulder with a friendly smile, though there’s no apology, just a firm look that means, at least based on the other times someone has looked at him similarly, that he’s not to do that again.
He blinks in confusion and looks over at Eskel, who is getting... well, really very close to Geralt. He’s sure that they’re pressed together from foot to shoulder, and Eskel’s hand rests calmly on Geralt’s thigh. Geralt, for his part, seems perfectly content to be touched, even going so far as to lean against Eskel’s side.
“Am I missing something?” Jaskier squeaks out.
Eskel looks over at him and lifts a brow. “You were in my spot,” he says simply, like that explains everything. It doesn’t— but then Eskel leans down and kisses Geralt’s cheek, and the pieces click into place.
I accidentally tapped the “post” button while writing this, so I apologize!! Now it’s finished. I hope you like it, and thank you for the prompt!
