Chapter 1: Part I
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Crawling Back To You
Witchers used to have omegas, back in the old days, before the raids and the pitchforks. Vesemer remembers it fondly. The laughter, the warmth. Kaer Morhen meant more than just protection for the winter. He remembers the excitement, adding up the days in his head, counting down until he could come home. The long days of the path turned short as winter crept over the continent. Desperate for the warm arms of an omega, one that doesn’t stink of fear.
No one knew that there were omegas in the castle. Some of the Witchers' best-kept secrets, also the most protected. When Kaer Morhen fell, the Witchers fought not just for their own lives but the lives of their omegas.
It didn’t matter now. They were all gone. The Witchers. The omegas. It was only him now. Vesemir and his boys. Eskel, Lambert, and Geralt. The only three Witchers who were not in the keep at the time. Geralt had just barely survived his second round through the mutations. The other two boys had snuck out to watch out for their brother.
It was fate… or dumb luck that they were not there when the hordes of humans came. When Vesemir returned with the new Witchers and found the fires smoldering to ash, he was lost. They didn’t stay in the keep at first. The memories haunted the halls, now deafeningly silent. After two years, he finally got the courage to step inside the keep again.
The boys didn’t seem to mind, too young to really miss the Keep before. Vesemir grieved for one night, buried the bodies in the morning, and threw himself into training. The boys were young, stupid alphas. All posturing and hormones. Mixed with the Witcher mutagens, they were dangerous. Making sure they were occupied was a full-time job.
It was hard, though. When the nights got long and the cold darkness of the keep seems to be even colder. The boys became restless, he became angry, and it always felt like something was missing. Something softer. Something to round out their sharp edges.
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Fifteen years later
Jaskier fiddled with his dress. The fabric was tight and itchy. He hated the color, too muted and dull for his tastes. This was not what he would have chosen, but he is not allowed to choose or to think. He was just an omega. Defined by what was between his legs.
“Omega! Stop fiddling,” his mother called, grabbing his wrist and pulling it from the fabric.
She stood behind him. Her shrewd face tightened at each indiscretion he caused. He was a disappointment. He had been told it every day since his presentation.
There is no need for an omega. He couldn’t be an heir, couldn’t hold a title, he was nothing. All they could do was hope he could make himself useful and find a rich alpha.
Jaskier just hoped that whatever alpha he married would not hit him. It’s far too late for any other hopes now. Once upon a time he wanted to be a bard. Time stole away that dream. It was years since he had felt freedom, true freedom.
They all knew that he would be an omega. He was always the smallest, the shortest. His hips filling and curving, his jaw soft and skin clear. The alphas pointing and whistling, eyeing his form and luring at him.
That first night, he had presented when he was only thirteen. The heat creeping up on him like a monster in the night. He still recalled his father’s face, tight with disappointment and disgust as he ordered for Jaskier to be locked in the wine cellar. A mattress of hay and a pair of iron shakles being the only tools for the thirteen year old during his first heat.
He hadn’t left lettenhove since. His days since have been filled with punishment and abuse. Everyone, not just his mother and father, had participated. Omegas were rare, male omegas were even rarer. Once deemed blessings, now they were punching bags, used only for monetary gain or breeding stock for aristocratic houses.
“At least you’re not out on the streets” his brothers used to say, kicking him in the sides. “They just rape the omegas in the streets. They don’t last very long in the countryside”
Jaskier learned quickly that it was easier to bite his tongue, another whipping wasn’t worth the trouble for a little quip in retaliation. The years have been long and lonely. Jaskier learning quickly that being alone is the only way to insure his own safety.
Now, it was the end of the line. Today is the day that he will be sold to an alpha. His father had called him into his office a week ago and told him the news. An alpha had inquired after him. Jaskier was surprised. Every alpha that he had met had looked at him either like a piece of meat or a piece of trash. Any alpha that wanted him would have just taken him.
He had nothing for any alpha. No substantial dowry, no education or skills, and finally no title and land. He was pretty and quiet. The only alphas that would want him could only want him for one thing, an heir. Jaskier shivered and felt a chill up his spine. His mother had dressed him up in the best dress he owned. It covered the bruises and cuts that littered his skin well enough.
He stood in a chamber room, it was close to his father office. The room was silent. They were all waiting for the alpha. Jaskiers heart was beating so fast that he was sure the alpha would hear it.
Only a few more minutes passed before a knock at the door woke him from his thoughts. His father stood from his chair. Jaskiers chin dropped as he looked up through his lashes. The door opened and in walked the alpha.
He was the tallest man, the tallest alpha Jaskier had ever seen. More than a head taller than him he towered over his father. The man turned and Jaskier froze.
Those eyes…
Bright yellow, and thin pupils. Cat eyes. A Witcher. Jaskiers breath caught in his throat. Beyond the eyes the first thing he noticed was the smell. Deep oak and ash, he smelled nice. One of the best scents Jaskier had ever smelt. All of the other alphas were too salty, like sweat and artificial perfumes. Cologne making Jaskiers nose and throat itch. This alpha was like a warm summer breeze. Deep and clear his scent made Jaskier shiver.
The alpha wore dark leather and armor, two large swords strapped to his back. Logically, Jaskier knew he should be scared. Frightened by the mountain of the man in front of him. Instead he was curious, like a lightening bolt had struck him. The alpha was…intriguing.
Jaskiers father walked towards the alpha raising his hand to shake. The alpha however seemed to look right through the man his eyes immediately connecting with Jaskiers. His father froze shocked as the alpha walked straight to the omega ignoring his father. It was an old practice. Almost ancient, long abandoned especially amongst the upper class. To greet an omega first was a practice of respect to recognize the true relationship between alpha and omega. One of respect and adoration, not control. His father turned bright red in clear anger as the alpha stopped in front of the omega.
He stood straight and bent at the waist holding his hand over his heart. He bowed lowering his eyes and in a deep baritone voice he said, “omega”
The man was older. That was clear by the light grey sprinkling in his short dark beard. Short white hairs lining his temples mixing with his short black hair. The man was clearly worn, by life and battles. Jaskier absently notices a prominent scar curling over the bridge of his nose.
The alpha rose again at his full height. Still holding eye contact Jaskier froze in stunned silence. It could have been minutes or hours but the next he knew his father cleared his throat, interrupting the moment between alpha and omega.
“Sir Witcher! I am glad your journey was well. As discussed my youngest son, Julien” he waved his hand generally in his son’s direction. “The price is what we agreed on”
The alpha turned towards the man, looking down his nose at the viscount with barely hidden distain. Jaskiers father paused waiting for a response that never came.
He awkwardly cleared his throat continuing, “Julien is quite obedient and passive. You will find a good mate in him”
The alpha nodded silently seemingly bored of the man. He turned back towards Jaskier who had shrunk into himself. Here was his own father, talking like he wasn’t even in the room. It was a good reminder. He wasn’t a son, he was property, up for sale. Any alpha could have walked through that door and as long as he was willing to pay the price Jaskier would be given to him.
“May I look at you, omega?” The deep voice made Jaskier jump in surprise. He looked up in shock. “I wish to examine your health”
The alpha looked…calm, unreadable, like he might actually care? Jaskier thought for a moment. What if he said no? Would the alpha listen? It was hypothetical of course, Jaskier had no right to deny the alpha anything. Soon he would be the alphas property. The law was very clear. He had no rights.
Jaskier was curious what would happen if he did say no. Glancing at his father. The sharp look in his eyes made him realize that his disobedience would be met with a swift punishment. So Jaskier ducked his head once more and nodded.
The alpha stepped up to him. He held out a large hand. His hand was large and warm as he took one of Jaskiers. The tan skin was dark in comparison to Jaskiers white pale skin. His hand was scarred and rough, but gentle as he cradled Jaskiers hand before flipping it over. Palm up, the alpha cradled Jaskiers hand while another large hand wrapped around his small delicate wrist. Two large fingers pressing into his pulse point.
Jaskier watched as the alpha closed his eyes in concentration listening for something. My heartbeat, Jaskier realized hoping that the alpha couldn’t hear the way his heart was jack rabbitting in his chest. Soon, seemingly pleased at what he heard the alpha let go of the wrist, leaving Jaskier missing the warmth of the large hands.
“Look at me, little one” the alpha said bringing up both hands to each side of Jaskiers head. Jaskier followed his instructions obediently as the large hand rested on his cheeks. “Good boy”
His right cheek pulled down as the alpha gently examined each of his eyes, looking for redness, cloudiness, or discoloration. Instead only Jaskiers bright blue eyes shown back. A warmth settled in his stomach as the alpha examined his teeth next before moving to his ears and nose. All seemed clear as the alpha eventually stepped back before falling to a kneel.
Jaskier looked down as the alpha held out a hand towards his foot. “Let me see your feet, little one”
Jaskier lifted his hand forward to steady himself. His balance shaken forcing him to use the alphas shoulder as a support. The alpha cradled Jaskiers foot gently before slipping away his slipper. He examined each foot before placing each foot back into his slippers and lightly tapping his ankle.
“Good boy” the alpha grumbled rising to his feet.
Jaskier couldn’t help the slick he felt gather unwittingly at the words. Lord the alpha was handsome. He was astounded. He had never met an alpha like this before.
As soon as the alpha had finished his examination he turned from the omega walking to his father.
“I must prepare the horses. We will leave in the hour” the alpha said handing over a bag of coin.
His father stood stunned as the Witcher walked straight out of the door. Jaskier stood stunned, he was to be leaving so soon? He had never been more than ten miles outside of lettenhove. Now he will be leaving forever, he may never return.
‘Good riddance’ he thought wryly to himself.
-
The next hour was a blur. His mother had immediately swept him away. Bundling him in a shawl and rubbing at his face and arms in a wash cloth. His father had not stopped talking, lecturing him on manners and morals. Reprimanding him for his supposed slights when meeting the alpha.
“You will be obedient. Follow all of his orders or there will be severe consequences” his father hissed as they walked towards the gates of the manor. All of his siblings were not so subtly standing at the door watching with curiosity towards Jaskier as he was shuffled towards his future.
“Do not disappoint this family.” The last words his father ever spoke to him as he was ushered out the door and into the early autumn afternoon.
Most families would have at least ushered him out with a servant or two, a small trunk for a few outfits. Jaskier walked towards the stables with nothing but the dress on his back and the thin shawl around his shoulders. His family not even bothering to walk him off of the property.
Tears stung his eyes as he shuffled to the stables, following the sounds of movement. He turned the corner and saw the alpha, tacking up a large black stallion. The alpha looked up, clearly expecting a stable hand or servant coming to help him.
His expression turned to shock as the small omega stood in the door to the stable clearly fighting with his emotions. Fear, sadness, and shame flooding his scent as his eyes looked to the ground.
“Omega” the alpha breathed shocked. As he turned from the horses. “What-“ he paused. “where are your things?”
Jaskier shook his head, gulping before responding, “I have none, alpha”
“Vesemir”
Jaskiers eyes shot up confused.
“You can call me by my name…Vesemir” he nodded looking towards the manor in clear hatred. “They just-they let you walk out here on your own?”
Jaskier nodded confused by the poison in his tone. He tried not to stare but the alpha intrigued him. The alpha-Vesemir turned towards the horse muttering to himself about finally leaving this place before leading both horses out of the stables. He dropped the reigns of the black stallion trusting the horse not to wander.
The light brown mare was left. He led the horse alongside Jaskier who stood watching curiously.
“This is Cider. Have you ever ridden a horse before?”
Jaskier nodded and watched as Vesemir carefully patted her neck. He had learned as a child, but was forbidden to ride ever since his presentation. Too dangerous for omegas.
Vesemir looked down at the young man, “May I?” He lifted his hands to either side of Jaskier.
‘He’s asking me?’ Jaskier thought. No alpha would ask such a question. They didn’t ask for permission. They just grab. He nodded warily, surprised and curious at the alphas question.
The alpha bent and wrapped two large hands over Jaskiers hips and swung him up onto the saddle. Such an easy movement, like Jaskier weighed nothing. Once settled, reins in hand and Vesemir looking up at him he nodded.
Vesemir walked to his own horse and looked to Jaskier. “Please, go on. We will be traveling north.” Jaskier gulped tightening his hands around the leather and squeezed his thighs to spur the horse forward.
He didn’t glance behind.
—
The fire glowed in the small campfire. The soft cracking of wood filtered through the trees. A bird call sounded in the night, the rustling of some small beast echoing from a few meters away.
Their first stop after leaving Lettenhove was to a village near by where the alpha had found a simple traveling outfit for Jaskier. With it he had bought a giant tub of scent blocker cream. Jaskier had watched nervously as Vesemir had placed the cream in his pack wondering its use.
Now, Jaskier sat with his knees brought to his chest. He was trying to not look obvious as he watched the Witcher work. The rhythmic sounds of the whetstone running along the sliver blade like a song to Jaskier. The movement was clearly practiced as the Witcher focused.
Jaskier watched for a few minutes before he shuffled and huffed. The night was getting cold. He wanted to move closer to the fire but he was too nervous to get closer to the alpha.
He knew what the night entailed, and he didn’t want to hurry anything. Jaskier was kind of hoping if he sat still enough the alpha may forget about him. Continuing through his routine and leaving the omega to his own devices.
But that was a lost hope. His alpha would take him. Whether he wanted it or not. He was still deciding whether he wanted to fight it or not. Jaskier knew that any chance for him to escape was little to nothing. But perhaps he could die trying. It would be nicer than what his future would have in store.
“I can hear your panic, little bunny.” The deep voice brought him out of his thoughts.
Blue met yellow as their eyes connected. The same bolt of tension shot through his stomach. The words clicked and Jaskier thought that his heart would burst at how fast his heart was beating.
Vesemir paused and leaned back, his eyebrows knitted together as he set aside the sword and stone.
“It’s okay, I do not mean to frighten you omega.”
Suddenly, as if struck by lightening Jaskier stood and walked a few more feet into the wood line. The alpha watched as Jaskier paced for a moment. His thoughts running wild like a band of wild horses through his brain. He felt angry and upset.
What was the alphas play?
Vesemir sat silent, just watching the omega turn over the previous events. Finally, Jaskier stopped. Resolving himself to the punishment that was sure to resolve from his words he turned to face the woods.
“Arent you going to…you know” Jaskier whispered. Flinching at his own voice in the quiet night.
He couldn’t stop his fingers from moving, fiddling with the new clothes Vesemir had bought for him.
“Are you going to mate me?” He tensed expecting a blow. Tension held in the air as Jaskier squeezed his eyes shut.
Instead a large warm hand wrapped around his shoulder.
Jaskier’s eyes went wide and slowly he turned eyes still on the ground.
Vesemir growled, “I would never touch you without your permission, omega.”
Jaskier froze his whole body like a live wire. What could that possibly mean? He couldn’t mean it right? How could an alpha be so…so kind?”
“I…I don’t know what you want from me, alpha.”
The alpha…well he crumbled. For the first time Jaskier looked up. He almost laughed.
Vesemir had lowered to his knees. Eye level with the omegas solar plexus. He looked…well he looked broken. Eyebrows drawn, slips tilting down, his head tilted lightly to the side.
“I don’t want anything from you Julien.”
Jaskiers turned again to the woods suddenly angry. Fuck this.
“Don’t lie to me” Jaskier whispered
Vesemir almost interrupted him with how fast he responded “I am not-“
“I said don’t lie to me!”
“Julien. Something is wrong. I do not know what it is if you do not tell me.” Vesemir slowly brought himself to stand, moving slow like approaching a scared animal.
“Your wrong! This is wrong!” Jaskier felt hysterical. “This is crazy! You’re an alpha. Im an omega. Stop trying to pretend that you care for me.”
Vesemir stood stunned. Jaskiers mouth wouldn’t stop.
“This is a joke right? A big sick joke, isn’t it? You pretend to be the sweet alpha and gain my trust before breaking me in!?”
Jaskiers voice rose. This was all becoming too overwhelming. Hot tears streaming down his face. Anger and frustration sunk in.
Suddenly his eyes connected with vesemir’s once more. Blue and gold.
Like his strings were cut all of the anger seeped from him. The alphas slowly approached the omega again.
He reached a large hand over and cupped the angular cheekbones. His thumb rubbing a line down. Jaskier shivered as a callus caught on his skin.
His scent flooded his senses. Oak and ash. Like a hearth. Warm and comforting.
“‘mega” the deep baritone rumbled.
Jaskier thought he was going to cry… or scream. What the fuck was going on?
“I should have-“ Vesemir shook his head, frustrated. He turned away from Jaskier his hands going to his hips.
“I am a fool.” He mumbled to the fire. Before turning to face towards Jaskier. “I had thought that your father had told you. Come here little one.”
Vesemir lifted his hand offering it to the omega.
Warily Jaskier placed his hand in it. Vesemirs hand was so much bigger than his. It made him want to shiver.
Slowly the alpha led the omega to the fire settling him on the bedroll that he had bought for him. Wrapping a blanket around his shoulders he made sure to keep his movements slow to not frighten the omega.
He sat to the side of Jaskier facing the flames. Jaskier could see his eyes or he could look into the flames. They were close enough so he could feel the alphas warmth.
“My name is Vesemir. I am sure you have already realized but I am an alpha and a Witcher. I should have introduced myself earlier. I- it was. There were a lot of humans” vesemir suddenly glanced into the flames his voice lowering as if sharing a secret “Witchers have heightened senses. It keeps us alive, helps us fight monsters. It can sometimes be…overwhelming. When surrounded by noise”
Jaskier listened quietly watching the flames dancing in the man’s eyes.
“Witchers used to have omegas. Not many humans know. They-they were protected secrets. It is a sacred bond, between the alpha and omega.” Vesemir seemed lost in memories. “It has been a long time since I have been around an omega.”
“Why? Why did you buy me?” Jaskier whispered, tense but too tired to be scared.
“Witchers have always been alphas. But we are inherently weak.”
Jaskier was shocked. “Weak?”
“Our powers, our abilities... I have the sight of a hawk. The hearing of an owl. The agility of a cat. The strength of a bear. All of this…it is too much.
One man. One body can not process it all. On its own it can cause a Witcher to succumb to maddness. Time and death can break anyone. The legends, the tales of wild Witchers causing death and destruction. They were the early Witchers. Before they had them…Omegas. They center us. They focus us. It’s like-like a beacon. Something to focus it on. Someone to protect. Someone to care for.”
He turned to the omega. Jaskier looked into the alphas eyes looking for a trick. A lie. Something that would never come.
“I came here to find an omega. Not just for myself… I have had an omega before. I have been without one for many years. I could hold out for longer. Years if I had to.”
He smiled almost to himself.
“I’m an old wolf…But my boys are young”
He paused and Jaskier saw the wrinkles on his face deepen. He looked older in this light. Tired.
“Fifteen years ago, humans came and destroyed the Witcher school of the wolf.” Vesemir looked to his hands sitting in his lap. Jaskier couldn’t help but reach out. He wrapped his hands around Vesemir’s large ones.
“They killed my brothers. They killed my omega. The only one left was me. Me and the trainees. Three new Witchers, an old swordsman, and a pile of ash.”
He laughed wryly. “Geralt, Eskel, and Lambert. I have almost finished their training. They are young, stupid and powerful. Too powerful for their own good. Too much in them. They need a focus. Something to work for.”
“An omega” Jaskier whispered.
Vesemir squeezed his hand. “The path is hard. With our past it is even harder. The world hates us. My boys will have a hard time dealing with that. They need someone to hold them at night. To help them through it all.”
He looked into Jaskiers eyes once more. God his eyes were beautiful. the omega thought.
“In return, I offer you a life of protection, care and love.
It is clear that you think me some monster. I had thought that it was because I am a Witcher.
Now I am beginning to realize that it is also because I am an alpha. I do not know the customs of Radania. I do not know of their practices with omegas. But from what I have seen they are very different than Witchers.
We Witchers are…traditional. Some would call us barbaric. We believe that omegas are sacred. To be loved by an omega is the greatest gift.
I would like to take you to Kaer Morhen, the school of the wolves. I want to introduce you to my boys and teach them how to take care of you as you deserve. I would ask for you to care for them, to help them as I can not.”
“And you?” Jaskier lifted a crooked smile. “Can I care for you?”
Vesemir froze. His eyes flashed up to meet Jaskier’s
“I-I If you would bestow such a gift upon me.” Vesemir lifted the pale hand to his lips. “I would give myself to you as well. As your alpha.”
“Four alphas?” Jaskier was shocked at the notion. He had always heard of alphas being naturally territorial fighting and killing over omegas. Often times ending in a hurt omega.
Vesemir looked hopeful, “We would honor you as you deserve, Julien. If you would have us?”
“Jaskier” he whispered. Looking at their intertwined hands.
The alphas eyes widened and he took a big deep breath like he was trying to catch it.
“I want-I would like for you to call me Jaskier please”
A smile graced the alphas lips.
“Dandelion. Jaskier. It fits.”
———
“Omega! You will fall.”
Jaskier jumped a bit, trying to see farther.
“You said we would be able to see it soon, Vesemir” Jaskier called back behind him. Staring out into the mountain range. They had a while to go yet to get into the valley ahead but the alpha had told him it might be clear enough to see from here.
Jaskier saw only trees.
Vesemir walked up slowly behind holding the horses. He stopped and looked.
“I’m sorry, little one. Maybe a few more hours and you will see the keep then.”
Jaskier couldn’t help but pout a bit. They were so close!
Vesemir and him have been traveling for two months now. Slower than it has ever been for the alpha.
Usually he was walking with a purpose never taking the time to stop, rest, or think. The omega made him slow. His stamina wasn’t as high and as a human he needed more rest. He was nice to travel with though. Since that day, almost two months ago now, since they had their conversation Jaskier has grown out of his shell.
Once he realized that the alpha really did not want to hurt him, he came alive. Slowly he became braver, talking more and singing. Telling Vesemir stories and tales that he had heard. Memories of childhood, of life before. Vesemir watched as his personality started to shine through. The omega was funny and kind. Looking towards the good in life, he was quick to laughter and especially ready to break into song.
Jaskier had a knack for finding things too. He was always stumbling upon a lost flock of sheep or a pretty rock or at one memorable occasions a godling. Above all, Jaskier was clever. Witty and sharp his humor was always quick and biting. His jokes and charm immediately attracted anyone they came across.
He was still wary of alphas. Sometimes even large betas made him take a step back. With the Witcher behind him, glowering in a protective shield, most gave them a wide berth.
Jaskier had learned more about Vesemir too. Slowly he was able to pry more information about the Witcher. It was difficult work, the Witcher naturally quiet. Eventually though, Vesemir opened up. Sharing more about the path, the way of the Witcher. Telling Jaskier of the history of the Witchers, what they endured.
Vesemir had told him of the boys. The trainees at Kaer Morhen. Jaskier was…excited. He knew, logically that he should be scared. He was to be alone in the mountains with four Witchers.
Although Vesemir had assured him that Witchers had always shared omegas, Jaskier could not help but be reminded of the stories. Horror stories told to him by his older brothers of alphas ripping apart their omegas in a territorial fight.
Jaskier shivered at the thought. The wind whipping at his clothes. He had found a nice blue doublet that matched his eyes. Vesemir had noticed his gaze linger on it as they had travelled through a market in Novigrad. He had bought it for Jaskier and the omega’s smile lasted for almost a whole day. He spent most of the next week running his fingers along the silk as if he couldn’t believe it was real.
Vesemir stood next to him for a moment, his form towering over the omega. The omega looked out at the green valley below. The large pine trees circling around a large clear mountain lake.
“It’s beautiful.” Jaskier said awe-struck.
“The keep is even more impressive. Just wait. Should only be a night or two.”
Vesemir began walking again, spurring along the horses.
Jaskier followed, excitedly rambling.
——
That night they had settled into camp. Jaskier was sneaking Cider a few extra sugar cubes. He was rubbing the mares long nose.
The horse snuffled into his palm and Jaskier grinned at the tickle of hair on his skin.
“You shouldn’t spoil her too much” Vesemir said carrying a few rabbits out of the woods.
Jaskier smiled quietly to himself, “I thought that was what I was here for. To spoil.”
Vesemir chuckled deeply, “Not yet. The boys need to learn how to take care of you first omega.”
Jaskier tilted his head and looked over his shoulder. He rubbed at Ciders nose absently, “You keep saying that. I don’t really understand what you mean by ‘take care’”
“You are an omega.” Vesemir said turning back to skinning the rabbits.
Jaskier sighed, he had heard that before too. It was always Vesemirs response. When he had bought Jaskier his new doublet or when he had spent a little extra coin to get an inn for the night.
“I don’t really understand that either” Jasper admitted. Giving one last pet to Ciders nose he turned towards Vesemir. Slowly walking to a log that the Witcher had pulled up next to the fire.
Vesemir shrugged. More Witcher silence. Jaskier was considering trade marking the term. Vesemir was a quiet man. Jaskier noticed that the alpha always fell quiet when he was nervous or overwhelmed, unsure of himself. It didn’t happen often. The alpha was the most capable man he had ever seen. Building fires, killing monsters, skinning rabbits were all done with masterful simplicity. Talking however…that was difficult.
The omega wrapped one of his shawls around his shoulder. He steeled himself, if he were back in lettenhove he would have never dared to continue to pry. Vesemir had not hit him since they met, always asking permission for even the simplest touch.
“Please…I-I want to know what you mean by that.” Jaskier lowered his head, staring into the flames. “Before we get to the keep. I want to know what you are expecting.”
Vesemir sighed, “I am not expecting anything. It…It’s difficult to explain.” He paused considering his words, “we don’t really have to explain it. We just…do it.”
“Do what?” Jaskier asked huffing at Vesemirs frustrating haziness.
“Take care of you.” Vesemir looked up suddenly. The heat in his eyes was not from the small fire that they built. “Witcher’s have had omegas a long time. Omegas have done a lot for us.”
“Like what?” Jaskier leaned forward.
Vesemir considered. “They aren’t afraid of us. They don’t smell like fear.”
Jaskier threw up his hands, “but that’s not something I do. I’m just not afraid of you.”
Vesemir smiled wryly. “That’s a lot more than you know.”
Jaskier knew what he meant. The few months that they have been traveling together Jaskier had begun to see what the alpha meant that the path was hard.
Every village or town that they had passed through had resulted in a show of the populations distain for the monster hunter. Sometimes it was a swift and gruff denial for the pair looking for a room. Other times the citizens went out of their way to show the Witcher that he did not belong, yelling insults and throwing food.
Jaskier was shocked and disturbed at first. After he saw Vesemirs sullen and resigned face in response, that shock melted away in bright hot anger.
Sure the alpha was large and intimidating but he was also gentle and soft spoken. He never hit back, yelled or cursed. Jaskier hated it. Sometimes he wanted to stand up and yell insults back, defend his alpha. But he wasn’t Jaskier’s. At least not yet.
“I told you. Witcher’s are traditional. Apart of our training is how to be an alpha.” Vesemirs blade worked quickly separating the meet from the bones and skewering them on sticks. “Being an alpha means to take care of omegas.”
“Yes yes. You have said that already” Jaskier sighed eyes rolling. “But what does ‘take care’ mean?”
The alphas eye brows rose. He looked shocked glancing at the omega. He paused, trying to assess the omegas thoughts and feelings. “I…We haven’t talked much about your life. Back with your family. I would never hope to presume or push you to talk about things that you don’t want to. But can I ask…what was it like?”
Jaskier ducked his head, suddenly panicking at the topic turning suddenly back to him. “You’re avoiding my question.”
“No. I’m gaining information.” Vesemirs grumbled. “You can’t hunt a monster without knowing its species.”
“I’m not a creature you are hunting” Jaskier crooked one eyebrow.
“No. You are not.”
Silenced elapsed once more and Jaskier finally resented. Stupid stubborn Witcher.
“When I presented as an omega my family was…disappointed to say the least. Omegas don’t bring a lot to the table. Often glorified furniture or breeding tools, my father didn’t have the money for a good dowry. Which means that no alpha wanted me.” Jaskier fiddled with the hem of his pants. “I was a waste. No omega could get an education or a job. No alpha wanted me. My presence was just a reminder of what My father missed out on when he had me.
He…he made that sentiment known. I realized quickly that if I stayed out of his way he would just leave me alone. It wasn’t too bad.” Jaskier shrugged still not looking at the alphas face. “I had food and a warm bed. There are much worse fates. It was lonely sure but I survived it.”
At that Jaskier finally glanced up. Vesemirs eyes were full of a heat again, this time it was rage. His fists clenched and his jaw tightened. He finally took a breath, clearly trying to calm himself. It seemed to barely work.
“You….you are not a burden. You are an omega.”
“You say that like…like being an omega is a good thing.” Jaskier whispered.
Vesemir suddenly stood walking to the small omega. He fell to a knee in front of Jaskier his hands hovering over Jaskier legs like he was unsure to what he could do.
“Omegas are good. Omegas are precious. The fact that you don’t know that….” Vesemir huffed in frustration. “The fact that your family made you feel that you were nothing less than a gift from the gods is…”
The alpha clenched his hands to fits looking like he wanted to punch something.
Jaskier tilted his head staring wide eyed at the alphas face.
“You really believe that, huh?” Jaskier murmured.
It was a common sentiment as well from the Witcher. It only took it two months for it to finally sound true.
The Witcher nodded. “Of course.”
It was the way he said it. Like it was saying that the sky was blue. The snow would fall onto the mountain. the sun will set tomorrow. As sure as tomorrow. Jaskier was precious.
Jaskier suddenly realized how utterly stupid he has been. He had never really dropped the aching terror in his stomach. That Vesemir would drop him off on the side of the path one day. One day his ramblings would send the alpha into a rage. Or worse. He would take him, hurt him and bleed him. Use the omega like the stories warned.
He had been blinded by that fear unable to truly understand the Witcher. They had sometimes tried to talk about it. Mostly it left Jaskier in tears and hyperventilating. The Witcher never pushed. He was good like that.
Now, Jaskier finally let himself believe. He stood suddenly forcing the Witcher to stand as well. The uncharacteristically clumsy movement of the Witcher toward the fire suddenly made Jaskier find the last bit of confidence he needed. He stepped forward and held both palms to the alphas chest.
The warm rising flat skin pressing through the heavy shirt the alpha wore in the mountains. This close the omega could feel his heat. He rose forward having to lean up on his toes to come to the alphas face.
His hand reached underneath the alphas jaw and guided their lips together.
Floating. It was like he was floating. His head had filled with clouds, as the alphas rough hands had wrapped quickly around him. Suddenly it was like they had always been doing this.
Jaskier’s lips moved without thought, pressing into the tongues. The kiss was deep and true. Not urgent or hurried just warm and delightful. Jaskier purred as the alphas hand curled around the back of his head cradling his neck and the bottom of his skull.
He felt precious.
The strong monster hunters hands were strong and gentle pulling and pushing the omega into the places he wanted.
Jaskier fell into the kiss.
They stood there a while lips moving and hands gently gliding along each others bodies. They never strayed too far. Only a few times did Vesemirs hand cup the gentle curve of his lower back, the beginning of his lower half. The omega couldn’t stop his hands cupping along the alphas chest and shoulders.
God the alpha was big. He felt so deliciously delicate in his sure hands. Finally in what could have been only an hour or a day they pulled back. Their lips disconnecting in a slick line.
Vesemir sighed as their foreheads touched. The omega’s eyes rested closed chasing the tingling feeling on his lips. The alpha meanwhile had yet to blink. Taking in the bliss of the omegas face like he was shocked at the luck he had.
Vesemir truly couldn’t believe it. The omega. Jaskier had kissed him. He had honored him with the kiss. The old wolf had never dared to hope. The omega was his, by law. But he would never dream of forcing the young man to do anything.
Jaskier had wanted him. He could smell it on the pretty omega from their first time meeting. The sweet honey dripping down his thighs calling like a sweet siren song.
Jaskier’s scent alone was enough for the alpha to want to fall to his knees. God it’s been a while since he has been around an omega. The pups will go feral.
It seemed fate had been kind to him. He had finally found an omega. Their sweet omega.
—-
That night they lay under the stars. Finally Jaskier had put aside his fear and wrapped their bedrolls together. Curling into the alphas side. Their hands stayed above the waist. Just holding each other.
Vesemir had showed him the stars. The star chart above Kaer morhen was as familiar to him as the scars on his chest. They had been drilled into him as a trainee. How to find certain stars, how to find his way home.
He told him of the constellations. Telling the stories that he had heard. Some from across the continent but plenty from the Witcher keep.
So many saw Witchers has uncaring, soulless, and heartless. The Witcher pointed his hand to the right.
“That is Gundor’s sword. It comes from a Witcher myth.” Jaskier hummed curious.
“It was told to me as a child.”
“Tell me it.” The omega traced his fingers in circles over the Witchers heart.
“The story is that there was a young Witcher. He was working in Arg Skellege, a wolf Witcher. One night he came upon a village terrorized by a monster. The village mayor told Gundor of an evil witch who haunted the woods, killing those who got lost.
The Witcher investigated, and found a wraith. The spirit of an omega. Killed by the mayor himself. the alpha had gone into a rage when the young omega had rejected him.
At learning this, Gundor went back to the village and found the mayor. He killed the monster.”
“And the wraith?” Jaskier asked. Looking up at the sword.
“The Witcher returned to the wraith. The place where the omega had died. He took off his silver sword, the one that he had used to cut the head off of the mayor, and laid it in the dirt. The omega infused their spirit into the sword, swearing themselves as the alphas mate.
They said that there was a sword out there that if used by a Witcher will bring the wielder protection and power of an omega.”
“The power of an omega?” Jaskier asked incredulously looking up at the alpha. It seemed like an oxymoron.
“Strength and resilience. The omega heals the weilder as he uses it.
That’s why omegas are so precious dandelion. You hold our hearts in your hands. Your power is unparalleled.”
Jaskier blushed and his stomach looped. He glanced back up to the stars.
Unparalleled.
——-
The keep was so much bigger than he realized. The stone walls showed clear areas of damage and rebuilding. Moss slowly grew up the stone and the wildflowers bloomed in the hills surrounding the keep. Dead leaves had begun to fall from the large oak tree next to the gate. Jaskier could see slight charring in the stone, reminders of a blazing fire.
The young omega stared up at the large wooden doors. It was loud as it creaked open. The Witcher pulling the heavy iron handle. The omega was quickly ushered inside alongside the horses.
In the first outer courtyard Jaskier could see stables with a few horses already inside. The keep loomed in front of him. Another pair of gates were open ahead leading closer to the actual doors of the main entrance. Jaskier jumped at Vesemir grabbing the reigns of cider from his hands.
He had been so busy staring in awe as the great towering walls leaping into the clouds that he didn’t notice Vesemir whispering into the winds, trusting the heightened senses of the boys.
Slowly Vesemir led the horses to the stables and tied them quickly to the post.
He was back to Jaskier quickly as he led him towards the entrance to the keep.
“Should we untack the horses?” Vesemir shook his head and gently ushered the omega by the small of his back.
“The pups will do it. Let’s get you inside.” He could see that Jaskier was exhausted. Swaying slightly on his feet. They took it slow, and being only October the path was not so cold as to be painful. But even for the strongest of humans “the killer” was grueling.
It only took seconds once they walked into the main foyer of the keep that Jaskier realized that they were not alone.
The deep scent of alpha was so deep here it was almost overwhelming. Jaskier felt lightheaded as the deep tones of the scent filled his lungs.
The Witchers however had known the omega was close almost 8 hours earlier.
——
Geralt woke with a start. The hay under his head rustling as his brain clicked online. He sat for a while trying to figure out what had woken him. He could hear his brothers breathing. He felt Eskels breath against his calf. The largest Witcher was snoring softly. Lamberts head was laying near his ribs, brows knotting in his sleep.
Geralt focused. A soft barn owl hooted and the rustling of a garden mouse came from the herb garden by the stables. It took about a minute of focus before he smelt it. Honey. Sweet, sweeter than the natural kind. This honey was like a candy. Soft on his tongue. He sat up before he could think of it. Eskel and Lambert woke quickly from that, sensing and smelling Geralt’s sudden urgency.
None of them had ever smelt an omega before. Not that they could remember anyway. And not like this. But from what they had heard from their lessons. from what they had read in books, from hushed rumors between boys in the dark of night this was Geralts best approximation.
Lambert had been dubious at the stories. Alphas melting over the small wiff of an omega. All of it seems pretty outrageous. He had never believed in it. Nothing has shaken him yet. Being the youngest and the most prideful of the Witchers, lambert couldn’t help but see himself at the top of the food chain. His strength and reflexes were stronger than most Witchers and he knew it.
At Geralts sudden movement Lambert was reaching for his blade. The humans had come again. He fought his heart beating. Only after stumbling outside closer to the gates did he realize that it was no army or mob.
Berries. Sweet and sour. Like summer, bright and plump on his tongue. Omega.
He was hard and leaking in his trousers in moments.
No one looked Eskel in the eyes. Not since the scar. It had only been three months. The scabs finally itched away revealing thin red lines. The stupid forktail had taken more than just strips of his flesh. His brothers had tried not to act any different. But he could still feel the hesitation around them. It was odd. He was the biggest of the wolf Witchers. Lambert always used to joke that he was actually injected with the bear school mutations by accident. He was already scary for his size. Mixed with his “weird skin” which he also had made it worse. He had, for whatever reason, a more magical aura than his brothers. All of this didn’t compared to the scar that graced his face. Not even on the path yet and He knew that the path would hate him. Humans would most definitely run in fear. His stomach twisted in knots every time he thought of it.
He had woken from a dream of a village of pitchforks and fire when he had smelt it.
Vanilla. Soft as a breeze. Like soft Lilly petals the scent washed over Eskel’s skin. The itchy pain of his new scars faded into smoke as he focused on the scent of omega on the wind.
Their omega.
—-
They had been moving ever since. Frantic energy seeping away at the building tension in their guts. They barely needed to speak. Only moving silently next to each other ears straining for any sound of movement or a voice. Their hands worked, scrubbing floors and dusting rooms. They picked a large room, one with a large balcony and not far from the kitchens. It could be warmed easily and the view was breathtaking. The bed was fluffed and mussed until each pillow was sitting just perfect. They moved the tables once and then again and then again. unsatisfied with the positioning trying to make the room the absolute best it could be.
Candles and cups and basins and fur all carried up the long winding stairs. By the time the sun rose above the horizon the room was immaculate. They didn’t even spare a moment of pride before they moved on. The kitchens, the library, even the training areas were cleaned and dusted within an inch of its life. As the morning dragged on the scent got stronger. Geralt had begun to hear faint traces of a voice on the air. Each alpha needing to take turns to visit the bathrooms and release themselves.
Their energy building like a rising tide. Their omega was getting closer. He was coming home.
—-
The fire crackled in the large hearth. An almost staggering amount of fire creating a heated blaze that warmed every inch of the room. The light from the high windows casting light upon a few tables and a circle of sofas and chairs near the blaze.
The alphas were already standing, having heard Vesemirs orders.
“Be ready. He is coming. Don’t frighten him.”
All three alphas eyes were locked onto him. Every step he took and every sway of his arms traced by the keen cat eyes. Jaskier’s skin tingled, he slows his step taken aback by the intensity of the eyes upon him.
The Witchers were younger than Vesemir. It was clear. Their faces lacked the lines and freckles of years. The youngest couldn’t be more than 18, Jaskier who was almost 23 felt awkward. However each of them were at least 6 inches taller than him.
Jaskier looked each of them over. The one farthest to the right was the shortest. Short red hair, his eyes were round and his mouth was curved in a cocky grin. Jaskier couldn’t help but notice his clear jittering. His hands moved nonstop twining his fingers together or fiddling with his sleeves it seemed he couldn’t help his excess of energy. He had a thin straight nose and a light dusting of faded freckles. The small amount acne dotting his jaw revealed his age. The thin mischievous smile he worked solidified it. Young and proud.
To the left was a large Witcher. Larger than even Vesemir, the man towered over the others. Dark hair curled slighted at the ends and dark eyes were deep set. His nose was large and hooked with a flattened bridge. Large shoulders and arms created a true mountain of a man. God he could probably wrap his hands around Jaskier’s waist and have his fingers touch. The omega almost squirmed in his seat.
His eyes would not meet Jaskier’s though. He suspected the cause was the jagged group of scars lining the left of his face. The Witcher held his face perfectly to hide the majority of the scars in the shadow. Jaskier’s heart hurt at the thought of the handsome Witcher feeling ashamed.
All of the Witchers were handsome. There was no denying that. Jaskier felt the warmth in his body spread just from their looks alone. His attraction towards them was inescapable. However, where the two young Witchers made him shiver the middle alpha made him gush.
The alpha was not the tallest, nor the youngest. His white hair and pale skin set him from the rest. Jaskier couldnt help but feel frozen by his gaze. Sharp and unreadable the Witchers face was blank. His nose was straight and his jaw was sharp. His body was agile and full, swelling muscles he exuded the air of a predator. Jaskier wanted to keen, seek out the alphas approval.
They all stood for a moment. Staring at one another. Eventually Vesemir cleared his throat.
“Jaskier, this is Eskel, Lambert, and Geralt. They are the Witcher trainees.”
Jaskier finally nodded. He felt his blush grow on his cheeks as he carefully removed his gloves. Three sets of eyes followed the movement as pale fingers were revealed.
“Come, are you going to make the omega stand here all night?”
Like a sudden lightening bolt from the sky the young wolves moved. Geralt rushed towards the fire, stocking the flames and checking the soup they had been cooking. Eskel rushed to the large plush chair in front of the fire, quickly fluffing each pillow for behind the omegas back. Lambert walked towards the front door closing the large wooden doors to make sure no cold air escaped into the warm chamber for their omega.
Vesemir smiled at the uncharacteristic quiet from the boys. Usually they would be pestering him, asking questions of the path teasing each other. Now they were focused and quiet. Already he could see the omega was having a good affect on the pups.
He brushed up behind Jaskier and pulled away the large fur coat from his shoulders. He took the cloth and gloves and slowly bundled the young man to the chair.
As the omega settled in the chair, Lambert stood awkwardly at a distance from the chair. His eyes followed Jaskier’s movement as the omega adjusted into the soft cushions. Vesemir walked towards fold the cloak.
Jaskier slowly looked towards Lambert, noticing his piercing gaze. “Hello” He said, waving towards the youngest Witcher.
All three Witchers froze. Lambert felt a shiver go from the tip of his toes to the top of his head. He sat stupidly as a tent formed in his trousers. Vesemir turned at the increasingly potent scent of alpha arousal. Jaskier froze at the scent, panic filling his own at the realization of the situation. The three young alphas looked at him like prey.
“What do you think you are doing?! He just got back he doesn’t need to be bombarded by you and your pheromones.”
All three pups jumped again at that and Lambert straightened. So much for his alpha strength and power.
He turned and ran out to the courtyard. Eskel and a Geralt were close behind.
“Are they alright?” Jaskier asked, wide eyes peaking up to the eldest Witcher.
Vesemir nodded and grabbed a bowl of soup for the omega. He brought over the bowl and a large goblet of water.
“Eat and I will tell you.” Jaskier sat for a moment. Vesemir tapped the wooden spoon on the bowl and lifted his eyebrows. The omega jumped and picked up the spoon himself. Slowly he began to eat and the
Witcher began to speak.
“Kaer Morhen fell right after they went through the trails. The trials, they slow down the aging immensely. Most of their training is done after each section of the trials. The final section of the training is about more than just monsters. It’s about men.
Witchers are not the only beings who travel the path. Men, who pay us coin do too. It has always been difficult balancing public opinion and efficiency. Especially recently with all of the stories about Witchers.”
Jaskier nodded into his stew. He remembers those stories. Flashes of bloody bodies came to mind.
“It’s important that a Witcher knows how to control himself around humans. Negating the…weirdness of the mutations is a part of that.”
“What do you mean weirdness?” Jaskier asked.
“Humans often find some Witcher traits unsettling. For instance, Witchers don’t really need to cook. The mutations have affected our ability to digest food. Usually on the path especially any meat we caught could just be eaten raw. It saves lots of time, but humans find it disturbing. So, we teach young Witchers to avoid it.”
“So…that’s why they are staring at me like that?”
“No. They are staring like that because he haven’t been trained not to yet. Remember what I said about omegas power?”
Jaskier nodded.
“They have never scented an omega before. As a Witcher we have been changed to find an omegas scent…especially enticing. That, and our heightens senses makes being around an omega especially…potent.” At that his eyes jumped to Jaskier. A heat bore into Jaskier, he shivered. The alpha continued, “From personal experience I can tell you that it is…overwhelming to say the least.”
Jaskier cocked his head curiously. “Is it too much? Does it make them uncomfortable.”
“No. Well…kind of.” Vesemir thought for a moment. “It is good that they are uncomfortable now. You will help them get used to it. They can start to become desensitized to it.”
Jaskier sighed. “That makes sense.” He took the last bite of his stew. “I’m sorry that I am difficult to be around.”
Vesemir melted walking to Jaskier. He set his large hand on the omegas knee.
“Oh no little one. It is not difficult like that. They like you.”
Jasker sat confused.
“They really like you.” Vesemir purred.
Jaskier’s eyes widened in realization. Heat shot up his spine. His scent. It was driving the alphas mad. He felt…oddly charged. Like lightening was about to strike.
The door was still cracked and he noticed at the corner of his eyes that the alphas had returned. Each standing in the doorway. They watched the pair at the fire.
Their eyesight is enhanced. Jaskier thought. They can probably see the blush rising in his cheeks. They can hear my heart beating, smell the slick gathering in my folds.
Vesemir followed Jaskier’s gaze, seeing the trio at the door. His lips turned up in a wry grin. It was time for their first lesson.
He turned towards the omega, lifting his chin with two fingers. Jaskier followed obediently without thinking. His eyes fluttering close as Vesemirs lips sealed around his.
In the past few days they had kissed a few more times. Most were short pecks in greeting or goodbye. Last night, the night before their arrival they had spent almost an hour in their bedrolls making out like teenagers. Slow deep kisses becoming passionate. A few times Vesemirs hand had reached down to cup the round curve of where Jaskier’s thighs met his backside.
This kiss picked up right where they had left off. The lips on his were searing hot. Vesemirs tongue was quickly delving into his mouth. Loud clicks of saliva echoed in the quiet room.
They can see everything. Jaskier thought. His stomach flipped in exhilaration. Vesemirs warm hands cradled his head, wrapping around Jaskier’s jaw. His other hand, large and warm wrapped around Jaskier’s ribs. He slowly rubbed circles into the skin, eventually his hand moved his thumb stretching to catch the edge of the omegas nipple through his shirt. At the sudden touch, the Jaskier let out an helpless desperate moan into the alphas mouth.
Unknown to the omega who was deeply entranced in the kiss, the three alphas at the door had basically crumpled where they stood. Lambert fell to the ground again. He stared shocked at the tent in his pants. Too soon after he had just taken care of himself. His brothers were in a similar spot and they all turned around to the cool autumn evening.
They sighed at yet another night with their hands.
——-
A few hours had passed since their kiss and Jaskier was sleeping soundly curled up in a large chair by the fire. A large wool blanket wrapped around his shoulders. Vesemir was in the kitchen, putting away the dishes from dinner.
The boys would be back any minute from their break. He had heard them deciding to take a short run to let off a bit more steam. It seems like they were insatiable.
Their bodies running on adrenaline and lust. It was about control, reigning in the beast. they could do it. They could do it for Jaskier.
Still, the omegas scent was particularly powerful. Even Vesemir found himself slipping and letting loose a small growl when Jaskier is touched by a stranger or letting his hand linger on the omegas neck, desperate to make the young man smell like his. He had remembered the overwhelming feeling he had as a young Witcher, making good acquaintance with his hand and growling into the pile of hay that all Witcher trainees slept in.
He remembers his first heat with an omega, her red hair blooming in a halo on the pillow around him. He had apologized for leaning on it, she had laughed and it sounded like spring—-no.
He had to stop. Shutting the memory down was harder than usual.
God this omega was going to kill him. His control was slipping.
Vesemir sighed and grabbed a towel to wipe his hands, making his way to the main hall.
His mind was so focused on his thoughts that he didn’t notice the change in occupants in the room. On the chair the omega still lay, head lolling to the side and small pink lips parted.
However, the Witchers had returned. All sitting around the large chair with equally enraptured expressions. They didn’t even try to hide it, the omega was gorgeous. Vesemir smiled and shook his head.
This is why they needed, an omega. This is why they needed Jaskier.
He was excited for his boys to really meet the omega. These past few months had allowed the alpha to really know the young man. Hearing his singing and laughing, telling jokes and sharing stories. Sometimes at night sharing secrets and dreams. The boys would love him as he had grown to—
Wait. Love? Vesemir froze. Did he love Jaskier? Already? He looked back up at the wolves and Jaskier.
The boys looked calm and peaceful, seemingly fine with just being in the presence of the omega.
He sighed. It didn’t matter. He would let himself enjoy the present. To enjoy this moment.
That night he sent the boys to the barn earlier than normal. All Witcher trainees, no matter what size or grade level, had to sleep in the barn. It was another archaic practice. The boys didn’t mind, they slept together in dog piles, the warmth of the hay and the few blankets kept them toasty. Besides, they liked to spend the time with their brothers, their pack.
Now that the omega was in the keep though it was difficult to go very far. Vesemir could tell that the boys instincts were yelling and begging them to stay with Jaskier. Wanting to bury their nose into the omegas scent glands and never come out. That is exactly why it is important for them to stay in the barn, Vesemir thought. Safer for everyone until Jaskier is more comfortable.
He carried the omega up to his new room, setting him amongst the piles of furs waiting. Lighting the fire with Igni, he closed the door behind him before freezing.
After a few moments of battling with himself and his instincts the alpha finally sunk to the floor, back sliding against the wood. “So much for controlling your instincts, wolf.” Vesemir muttered to himself and resigned himself to sleeping outside of the omegas door.
He just needed to know that Jaskier was close.
——
Chapter 2: Part II
Notes:
Thanks for the support all!
I’m happy that my complete indulgence of a fanfiction is at least understood by others. I hope you don’t mind the overuse of tropes and romantics.
This chapter is a lot of our young Witchers being infatuated with Jaskier.
And ~*consent*~
See the end of the chapter on specific details on that :) enjoy
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Chapter Text
Jaskier woke floating on a cloud. Warm soft fur covered him. He could feel his shirt sticking to his back with how hot it was underneath the many furs covering him. He opened his eyes and looked around.
The room he was in was lit by a large window across from the giant bed he was laying in. Pulling back the blankets and furs, Jaskier slipped out of the bed. His shoes were gone, probably removed by Vesemir. The stone was chilly but he was already too focused on the window. Bundling a small fur around his shoulders he walked to the windows, finding that it was a balcony. Opening the door and stepping out his mouth dropped in awe.
The mountain was extraordinary. The valley glittered in the morning sun, the trees now solidly bright with gold and orange. Autumn held a chill in the air and the large lake shown in the morning sun. Jaskier wanted to stand here forever and watch the valley.
His stomach growled in response to that thought and jaskier resigned himself to finding breakfast first. He went back into the large room and found his boots sitting near the door. Slipping them on he located his small bag, someone must have brought it up from the horses in the night. He found a clean shirt and slipped that on. The chill of the morning air made him grab a wool shawl as well before he slipped out of the large wooden door.
There was a set of winding staircases, Jaskier walked down them trying to listen for anyone. At the bottom of the stairs was a door and going through brought him to the same large chamber from the night before. The light was brighter in the morning, revealing more of the chamber. Jaskier noticed on a nearby wall was a large mural largely covered with a heavy tapestry.
The omega approached the mural slowly and carefully lifted the heavy fabric. He could see a group of witchers they held swords and looked like they were going into battle. Their eyes painted a bright gold, like the morning sun.
Suddenly the main doors open and voices and noise filled the hall.
“I totally would have had you if you didn’t cheat all the damn time” Lambert said grumbling as he walked behind Geralt.
The taller Witcher smirked and shrugged, “how did I cheat? It was a foot race.”
Lambert opened his mouth to continue with his accusation when he ran directly into the brick wall that was Eskel standing in front of him. All witchers stood suddenly still, staring at the omega in the hall.
“Good Morning” Jaskier smiled trying for pleasant.
The Witchers stood in silence. Jaskier sighed, how long would this happen. Vesemir had said that they should get used to his scent soon right?
“I don’t mean to interrupt your morning.” The omega lowered his gaze.
That seemed to wake Geralt up from his reverence.
“No.” The Witcher stepped forward.
The omegas eyes met his in surprise. “I-I mean. No, you are no interruption.”
Jaskier nodded and smiled slightly. Still no one moved. Jaskier was just about too throw caution to the wind and just leave the awkward situation when his stomach suddenly rumbled rather loudly.
All three Witchers suddenly began to move. Lambert walked forward towards the omega he looked like he wanted to touch the young man but his hands didn’t seem to move right.
The other two alphas turned to the kitchen finding food and drink.
“You are hungry. Please….let us help.” Lambert finally croaked out his hands still in front of him.
Jaskier almost laughed at his expression. He looked almost scared of the omega. Like he was concerned that Jaskier would turn and run. Jaskier could tell by his halted movements that caution was not a usual occurrence for the young alpha. He was unsure about his own anxiety.
Jaskier decided to put him out of his misery and nodded walking toward. He sat at the large table in the center of the hall. The Witchers delivered a large plate of bread and cheeses, fruits and nuts. The goblet next to the dish was filled with a sweet juice, freshly squeezed and delicious. The alphas set down the meal and stood opposite of the table seemingly content to just watch the omega eat.
Jaskier wouldn’t have that. He looked back up at the alphas clearing his throat and nodding to the empty seats around him. “You can sit…if you’d like.”
The alphas looked hesitant but eventually they took the seats. All three Witchers sat across from him.
“Are you not hungry?” Jaskier asked picking up a piece of fruit.
“We eat before morning training” Eskel said, “sometimes Lambert has a second breakfast though”
He nudged the alpha in question with an elbow and grinned. He still looked like he was frightened of the omega but he was finally speaking. Jaskier counted that as a win.
He nodded and took his bread. It was warm with butter and jam sitting off to the side. He tore off a piece and filled it with butter and jam, three sets of eyes tracked each movement.
Jaskier then set down the butter knife and held the tasty morsel out to the red headed alpha.
“It’s not much. But hopefully this helps.” Jaskier smiled and nodded to the bread.
Lambert sat wide eyed, eyes jumping between the bread and Jaskiers eyes.
Jaskier sat for a few moments and finally exasperated. “Are you going to take it?”
At that the alpha jumped. His hands moving before his mind could catch up. Carefully he took the food, slipping it into his mouth in one big bite.
Jaskiers eyebrows rose at the speed in which the Witcher swallowed the food. Lambert chewed and swallowed, closing his eyes to the taste.
Lambert had probably had the same bread and butter and jam every morning since he was brought to Kaer Morhen but it had never tasted so good before. The bread seemed extra warm and the jam was perfectly sweet, mirroring the scent of the omega in front of him.
Oh God. He was hard again…
When Lambert opened his eyes again Jaskier sat wide eyed. He was not unaffected by Lamberts clear pleasure. A blush rose to his cheeks and he ducked back to the food.
Jaskier couldn’t help but feeling a small sense of pride in his ability to make the Witchers fall apart at their seams. All of the Witchers looked at him like he was a God, like they were shocked that he had graced them with his presence. Jaskier was terrified…but also excited.
He had never had the power to even choose his own outfit in the morning, now he could probably ask for anything on the continent and the Witchers would run to give it to him. What would they do for him? Would they kill for him? Die for him? The thought made him feel sick. It was a bit overwhelming.
Sensing the omegas racing heart the alphas sat silently for the rest of the meal. Jaskier ate, trying to ignore the looks. Eventually the omega polished the last crumb from the plate and before he could grab the plate and stand two pairs of hands reached for the plate. Eskel grabbed onto the plate first, Lambert missing by only a moment.
Jaskier blinked at the speed of their movements. Lambert pushed Eskel who was wearing a small grin. It seemed that he had won the competition to pick up Jaskiers dirty plate. The omega couldn’t understand why they would be vying for that award but he watched the tallest alpha walk into the kitchen.
Jaskiers sat back and looked around, “Where is Vesemir?” He asked.
Geralt responded, “He is in the lab. He wanted us to escort you to him after you had finished your breakfast.”
The omega nodded standing from the bench. He lifted his arms in a stretch enjoying the stretch in his shoulders as he rolled them out. Both alphas eyes were tracking the move. Watching as one side of his shirt rucked up on one side revealing a pale stretch of skin on his hip.
Both alphas almost whined. Geralt had to clench his eyes shut and clench his jaw to stop from launching himself at the omega. Lambert looked like he was going to throw up, his hand clenching into fists at his side.
Jaskier, oblivious to the effect that he was having on them. Gathered himself and looked to the kitchen door where Eskel appeared again.
“Shall we?” He asked. The omega nodded smiling.
“Thank you.” Jaskier blushed as he walked towards the tallest alpha. The omega walked to stand by the man and before he could question himself he wrapped his hand around Eskel’s elbow. Eskel responded quicker than his mind could come online, quickly lifting his arm to meet Jaskiers. The small omegas hand was soft and warm against his arm.
He felt like he could howl in pride. The omega was trusting him. He would get to escort Jaskier. He had never been so happy for something so simple. Jaskiers presence at his side made him want to puff up his chest in delight. So that is exactly what he did. Lambert and Geralt watched in equal jealously at their brother’s luck.
They followed behind as the alpha and omega walked towards the labs.
——
Vesemir leaned over a table in the center of the room. The sun shone through onto the table and across his wide back. Eskel walked inside with Jaskier at his arm.
He had yet to loose the glow of pride from Jaskiers attention. At the noise the eldest alpha turned. Peaking over his shoulder, his back stretched. The bright sun streaming through the roof creating a spotlight. His muscles stretched and dipped to his waist which was large and wide like an oak.
He turned and smiled, “Good Morning”
Jaskier blushed at his voice, deep and grounding. He wrapped the shawl around his shoulders and stepped forward.
“Good Morning, Vesemir”
Vesemir’s hand reached up and Jaskiers hand slipped into his. The soft pale fingers were feather light and angelic.
Three sets of Witcher eyes tracked their movements.
Alpha and Omega.
They had never seen any two people move like this before. They were told stories, read books, sometimes imagined but had never seen it. The way Vesemir’s hand reached around the omegas waist. Lightly resting over his hip to guide him to the table in the center of the room.
The omega looked up at him with his baby blue eyes. A soft blush on his cheeks. They could smell the pleasure on him. The warm glow of his scent; happy, content, and slightly aroused. It made them want to bury themselves in Jaskier. Stick their faces in his stomach and chest, his neck and between his legs.
“What do you think pups?”
They were all shook out of their fantasies by the sudden question.
The alpha and omega had turned and were glancing at them. Vesemir’s arm still wrapped around the omega.
“Huh?” Lambert dully replied.
Vesemir laughed and rolled his eyes.
“As I said. They will be good Witchers, one day.” Vesemir turned to the omega once again. “Maybe.”
Jaskier laughed as well, he giggled and rolled his eyes at Vesemir, “They will be great Witchers, I’m sure!”
“If you say so.” Vesemir replied fondly. Before he turned back to the alphas. “I need to talk to our Omega, boys. I had asked if you would give us some privacy, and go start to prepare the greenhouse for winter.”
the Witchers nodded, “yes master.”
They all shuffled into the next room, grabbing the gardening tools. They could still hear the conversation between Vesemir and Jaskier. They knew that Vesemir knew it too. This was cemented as they began to pull out the winter materials and heard,
“Just so you know, omega. The pups can still hear us. I just wanted them to leave as to not make anything any more uncomfortable for you.”
The wolves froze a moment before going back to work, silent and listening.
Back in the potion room the alpha had walked Jaskier to a large couch near a window. They had it there for the long nights brewing potions, often having to wake a few times through the night to stir the mixture.
The omega’s stomach twitched as he realized that this was it. The conversation, Vesemir would tell him the rules. He would be told what he could do, what he couldn’t. What if it was finally time to break him in.
He looked to his hands, Vesemir had wrapped his own large rough hands around his. He was so warm. But Jaskier began to shiver.
Vesemirs could smell the sudden shift. The sharp stench of anxiety was always biting. Like a sour tang. “My Omega. Would you like them not to hear?” Vesemir’s palm came to Jaskiers cheek slowly.
“No…no alpha. Just-Just get it over with quickly please.” The omega whispered. It would be useless to fight. The alpha could do anything he wanted to.
“Get what done?” Vesemir lowered his head trying to meet the omegas eyes.
Jaskier looked up at him, his eyes were shimmering with unshed tears. “Your going to tell me the rules?”
The alpha froze. His fists clenched at his sides. His jaw tensed. Anger poured off of him.
Jaskier flinched and Vesemir melted.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” The alpha mumbled holding the omegas face in his hands. “I’m sorry, I’m not mad at you. I would never hurt you, omega.” He pulled his head to his chest cradling him, “jaskier.”
The omega had begun crying by this point, fat hot tears dripping down his cheeks. He brought his head to the alphas chest and at the rumble of his name he suddenly sat forward, hands wrapping around the larger man’s neck. He was afraid but he was desperate for something good. He couldn’t pull himself away.
“I would never hurt you omega.” the alpha grumbled, his chest shaking against Jaskiers ear.
They sat like that for a while, Vesemir rumbling deep in his chest. His large hand rubbing circles on the omegas neck and shoulders, grounding him.
After a while the alpha finally asked slowly, “why would you think I would hurt you, omega?”
He reached down and looked into Jaskiers eyes, he swiped the omegas bangs from his forehead. Watching his fingers travel across the soft skin.
The omega melted into his hands. He felt like he was floating, held so gently by the alphas rough hands.
“You are my alpha now. I-I know that you see it differently. But back in Lettenhove, the place where I was raised,” jaskier added for the other Witchers who were listening, “I was taught that when an alpha and omega get mated there would be an explanation.”
The alphas eyebrows rose. Clear confusion.
The omega steeled himself and whispered, “of the rules… of how you would like me.” The omega couldn’t meet his eyes. “Of how often you will take me….mate me.”
“Take you? Mate you? You say it like you would not be involved in the matter.” Vesemir ground out through his teeth.
“They way that I was raised, I probably wouldn’t have any involvement. Most houses with more money and status sometimes make the omega prove their virtue.”
At that the alpha scoffed. “Prove? How in the hell could you prove that?”
“Blood.” The omega said leaning into the alphas hands still massaging his shoulders. “During the first mating, if there is no blood on the sheets then the omega was not virginal. Or the alpha was not virile. But it was rarely deemed the alphas fault.”
“Horseshit.” Vesemir said.
Jaskier looked up and scoffed slightly, “yes. Precisely.”
The alpha rubbed his back as the omega leaned in again, resting his head on the alpha.
“I wanted you to come in here to give you this.” He pulled out a book, fairly small with a dark green cover. The alpha handed it to the omega.
The omega turned the book to read the title page.
“The Witcher Guide to Omegas”
Jaskier scoffed. “Ever efficient.”
He turned to the glossary, “just like Witchers to be practical. ‘Alpha and Omega Dynamics’, ‘Biology’, ‘Biology and Witcher mutations’”
The alpha laughed. “Yes. Well we can’t all be poets.” He smiled fondly, “there are three more volumes in the library, they go into more details on the belief system of the Witchers and mating practices and such.”
“I wanted to tell you some of it myself. I wanted to explain it.”
The omega nodded in understanding, urging the alpha to continue.
“I told you that Witchers are traditional. We are naturally…chaotic, when alone. Without omegas, Witchers are like a boat with no rudder. Nothing guiding the focus.”
“Many Witchers have tracked the biological and physical reasons why this occurs but before them. In the early days of the Witchers many of the Witchers had a different belief system. Now, most Witchers believe it to be a mix of both. Biology and the study of dynamics is important but Witchers are taught also that the relationship between alpha and omega. It’s spiritual.”
“Like magic. It’s just…unexplainable. ‘The gift of the omega’ is what it is called. Witchers have theorized that the mages who made us. The ones who caused the first Witchers to be made, had done such an injustice. They performed such terrible acts against nature that nature had to step in. In response to the great pain and suffering of the mutations. The hardships of the path. The spirit of nature had blessed Witchers with the honor of the omega.”
“They believed that omegas were some reward?”
“No! They believed that if a Witched were to be lucky enough to gain the attention of an omega we should act a certain way. An omega is a blessing from nature.” The alpha titled his head to the side and glanced out the window. He looked sad.
“My old swordsmaster used to say, ‘when you mistreat an omega you are an alpha no more. To hurt an omega is to hurt yourself.”
The omega huffed in shock. He shook his head in disbelief, “I- That is difficult to imagine.”
Vesemir looked at Jaskier, “Why?”
“I guess… I just have never known an alpha to really like an omega. Much less to not ever hit them.”
Vesemir just grumbled in response. Jaskier looked up, the alpha was staring into the air his nose pointed in the direction of the door.
Jaskier followed his gaze but saw nothing there.
Vesemir noticed his looking and shook his head. “Dumb alphas.”
At the tilt of Jaskiers head he clarified. “The pups. They are angry like I am, but they are not good at hiding it yet.”
Jaskier paused at that, “are you angry often?”
“All the time.” Vesemir said. The omega was shocked, the alpha hadn’t shown even a lick of anger around him until just a minute ago when he brought up well… that.
“I have been around for a long time. I have seen humans at there worst. Sometimes it gets…tough.” Vesemir looked down at the little omega still in his arms.
Jaskier brought his fingers to the alphas face and traced each of the wrinkles on his forehead. Vesemir just closed his eyes and kept speaking.
“Sometimes I feel so angry that I just want to…hurt. I want to let it all out. I just want to-to kill.” The Witcher let out a deep sigh. “It’s a part of why I decided on finding an omega. Witchers are endangered. Our reputation is in shambles. Humans hate us. I cannot send the boys into the world without some armor. Something to keep them tethered to something good. Someone who will care for them.”
The omegas eyes sparkled with unshed tears. He smiled and nodded wordlessly.
In truth, it was exactly what he needed to hear.
That was the biggest hurdle in the omegas head. He had been struggling to find a why. Why would an alpha such as this, as strong and capable as he is, why would he get Jaskier? All of it led back to his boys. The Witcher trainees: Geralt, lambert and Eskel. It was clear he would do anything for them.
Jaskier smiled to himself. ‘Did I really find a safe alpha? Someone I could…love?’
Jaskier was shocked to realize that. Yes. He wanted this. He was tired of being scared. Being waiting around every corner for an alpha to push him down with a cruel laugh.
It wouldn’t be perfect. There would be good days, there would be bad. But he wanted to try. He wanted to be good for his alpha. Not because he had to, but because he wanted to.
And goddamn it, he was going to take care of Vesemir while doing it.
——
It was a few hours later and Jaskier was about half way into the second volume on Witcher omega dynamics when the first mention of claiming came up.
The entire first book and most of the second up to that point had been mostly clinical and biological explanations. In depth analysis and core ideas. Often interspersed was historical or even spiritual like stories told about Witcher beliefs. Often they would be set up around a specific sentiment. Omegas were an honor to take care of. It was a Witcher and alphas duty and pleasure to take care of an omega.
Jaskier yawned and snuggled into the cushions turning to the next chapter. Vesemir was sitting back at the table. Carefully organizing seeds with the pups. They had spent much of the last hour clearing out the greenhouse and hosing it down. Now they sat next to each other and silently sorting packets.
“Chapter 6: Claiming an Omega”
“Having an omega is the greatest honor upon the Witcher. Throughout the years, Witchers have developed ceremonies and rituals to celebrate and honor the omega. Taking an omega into the Witcher keep is always a careful and precise practice. Often playing out in a multi step process. throughout the process Witchers will follow similar rules and procedures in order for the keep to honor the full claiming of an omega.”
“The purpose of the process is to acclimate an omega in a comfortable way prioritizing wellness and safety. Witchers are naturally capable beings but Witchers out of control or not healthy can be dangerous. It is important that all the rules be followed as to protect the omega.”
“Courting”
“Finding an omega is the first step. There are no rules that must be followed when looking at a specific omega. A Witchers omega can be any creed, race, sex, gender, or species.”
“A Witcher should always approach an omega with the upmost respect. In order to show the omega your respect and honor them a Witcher must introduce oneself to an omega first, bowing and acknowledging their presence.”
“If a Witcher sees an omega hurt or in need they must help or assist that omega. All omegas are protected.”
“When a Witcher school would like an omega they must first consult with their already existing omegas. If none omegas are currently in the keep, the alphas must convene together and vote. The winner of the vote shall be the priority for the pack also called the primary alpha”
“Usually an alpha with authority and many years on the path will be voted. Or one that is specially decided by the omega.”
“The priority alpha will represent the pack throughout the process, being the guard to all of the omegas personal interests. It is the primary alphas job to keep the omega in mind at every step of the way.”
“The priority alpha will go out onto the path and find an omega. They should never force or coerce, just be patient and aware. After a while, if fate has blessed them they should find an omega.”
“They must then follow the customs of the place to gain an audience with the omega or their family. (To see more about courting customs of the continent see volume 3 section 2.a)”
“Once the omega has agreed to travel with the alpha in hopes for a claim then the alpha will escort their omega to the Witchers keep. The primary alpha has the important distinction to help an omega come to the keep, preparing them through buying the supplies and items the omega will need over the first winter as the first phase of the mating process takes place over the winter months.”
“A note on Witcher spirituality and seasons:”
“Early Witchers believed that the mating cycle of the omega was a spiritual cycle. Because omega heats are usually for a week out of the year often celebrations and rituals are planned around a singular heat on the winter solstice.”
“Recipe for heat inducing potion for the winter solstice is found in the index on page 345”
“Welcoming an Omega”
“Once an omega is found the primary alpha must inspect the omegas physical well being. Often this is done before arriving to the keep so the alpha can prioritize any special medical care that is needed. One the omega is healthy and well they will be escorted to the Witcher keep.”
“Arriving to the keep the omega will be presented to the alphas of the keep. At this presentation the omega will share their name and the Witchers will bow to show their fidelity and honor the omega. Thus will begin the Ceremony of Choice”
“The Ceremony of Choice”
“The Ceremony of choice should take place at the beginning of the omegas entrance to the Witcher keep. The ceremony is held in honor of the ultimate power of the omega. Although the omega has the power to leave the keep at any time, this ceremony is for the purpose of presenting the keep to the omega as a good place to live and mate.”
“Thus the main priority of the Witchers is to show the keep in its best light. Often the ceremony includes gifts presented to the omega, like food and clothes. In early days of the Witcher there would often be a tournament whereas the Witchers would showcase particular skills in weaponry and athleticism.”
“At the end of the presentation the priority Witcher will chose one young Witcher, this Witcher will signify the omegas future. This position is that of the secondary alpha. To be chosen as a secondary alpha is a substantial honor, and often marks the Witcher as a leader of his cohort. This secondary Witcher may often be chosen by means of tournament.”
“The secondary alpha represents the long life that is promised to the omega if they chose to stay. The first phase of the mating process is built around the idea of transition. The primary alpha handing the responsibility and honor of having an omega to the younger generations. It is a process which may take years.”
“At the end of the Ceremony of Choice the secondary alpha must bring forth a cloak of the softest fur and present it to the omega. Should the cloak be accepted this will signify the omegas acceptance of their courting.”
“The omega will then remove the clothes of their life before and don the fur cloak alone. Once clothed in the fur alone they will be taken in the arms of the primary alpha. The primary alpha then go to the omegas room for the night.”
“The primary alpha would then mate with the omega. Early Witchers would often hold the mating ceremony in front of all of the Witchers. The Ceremony of choice only allows for one mating however. The primary alpha should be the only one touching the omega for sexual intercourse.
Jaskier shivered in his seat. Is this for real? He asked himself. Presented to all of the Witchers…naked? Or at least with just a cloak on. He couldn’t help the red hot blush on his cheeks.
“If all goes well, and the omega is happy with their choice, the next morning starts with phase two of the courting ritual.”
“Pre-Mating”
“In phase two, the pre-mating phase the primary goal of the ritual is to help the omega acclimate to the keep and of course to take care of their needs. The primary alpha should have ultimate priority in helping the omega with their needs. Often they usually just stay with the omega to satisfy their needs and desires. The second phase often lasts for months.”
“The priority for the primary alpha should be the safety and wellbeing of the omega. They should be clear and answer any and all questions that their omega should have. They may utilize other Witchers to help them with maintaining the high level of care an omega deserves.”
“The secondary alpha should be primarily in charge of preparing anything the omega may need for their future. They should inquire into the omegas particular interests and preferences and organize obtaining the supplies needed for them. They also need to monitor opinion throughout the school. The secondary alpha’s other main responsibilities is to ensure that any in-fighting or jealousy over the omega is regulated with swift and consistent action.”
“The primary alpha’s other main responsibility in preparation to the final mating ceremony is to maintain consistent mating habits with the omega. Prioritizing pleasure to the omega, it is important that the primary alpha notes and performs their omegas sexual preferences frequently as to maintain their ability to perform those behaviors. The primary alpha should be prepared to teach other alphas how their omega prefers any and all sexual encounters.”
Jaskier was well and truly aroused at this point. Embarrassingly he could feel the slick between his legs. The heat made him shiver. He shifted in his seat. His thighs rubbed together in just the right way and the pressure on his core led to a sudden burst of pleasure to travel up his spine. He couldn’t help but huff out a breath.
Suddenly the younger alphas stood in the center of the room. They turned and walked into the greenhouse quickly. Vesemir didn’t even turn. Jaskier tilted his head but with no explanation he turned back to the pages.
“If the omega should feel comfortable enough by the winter solstice then they may progress onto the third phase. If the omega is unsure or feels uncomfortable then the second phase will continue for as long as is needed.”
“Mating”
“The Mating phase will last around a week and will be surrounding the first heat of the omega in the Witchers keep. Early Witchers prioritized the winter solstice as the date on which the first day of the mating would begin, but it is not required in contemporary orders.”
“The the third phase begins with the Ceremony of Unity. The purpose of this phase is to allow the omega to gain comfort and pleasure in each alpha of the keep.”
“The first act of the ceremony will begin on the day of days before the omegas heat. The primary and secondary alpha will convene in the omegas room where the primary alpha will teach the secondary omega how to correctly pleasure their omega. Once completed the first phase of the ceremony of unity has begun.”
“After the first mating between the first alpha and omega the omega will mate with the secondary alpha. Again, much like the Ceremony of Choice the early Witchers would often perform this ceremony in the presence of the other Witchers and sometimes in front of entire schools.”
“By this point the omega should be in full heat. The primary alpha will check their omegas progress in heat and temperature, they are responsible for monitoring the omegas health throughout the ceremony.”
“Once the secondary alpha and omega have mated. Each alpha will then mate with the omega keeping them sated through the waves of heat. Each alpha shall get their own time and space to pleasure the new omega. Once each alpha has mated the omega, the ceremony of unity will end.”
“Throughout the rest of the omegas heat. All alphas may join to help their omega through the heat. Although all alphas should prioritize the safety and wellness of the omega, the primary and secondary alpha are responsible for ensuring that the omega has regular breaks and food.”
“At the end of the heat, many schools have made it a tradition that the final coupling be between the secondary alpha marking the hope for a hopeful future.”
Jaskier shut the book with a loud thump. His eyes had grown wider and wider as he read the words. He had never heard such casual talk about mating, much less anything like this. Group mating…jaskier heard a sudden and loud crash in the greenhouse. He could hear Vesemir grumbling something under his breath as he stood from the table.
He turned towards the omega blushing in the chair. He walked over slowly and set the pen and parchment to the side. He knelt in front of the omega, and when Jaskied lifted his hands from his lap the alpha laid his head there instead. He hummed as the omega slowly began to thread his fingers through his hair.
“So….You never said anything about a fur cloak”
Another loud crash from the greenhouse. Vesemir chuckled, “well. Our circumstances are a little…different. I didn’t want to scare you.”
Jaskier smiled, “and what about the rest…I mean. The ceremonies, the rituals.”
“You do not have to do anything that you do not wish, omega.” The alpha lifted his head, blue met gold. “Tell me where you want the stars, and I will move them.”
Jaskier sighed. “Well, when you say things like that it makes me want to do everything in this stupid book.”
He tossed aside the book and leaned forward. They were kissing.
The alpha sat up slowly bringing his hips off of his heels. He was still taller than Jaskier even though he was kneeling and Jaskier was sitting. He cradled the omegas head in his hands. They kissed for a minute, enjoying the taste of each other, the movement of their lips.
Vesemir eventually pulled away, delighted with the soft pink flush of Jaskiers lips. “I would give you anything you want.”
“I’m starting to see that." Jaskier whispered.
——-
Jaskier walked down the stone steps to the baths. He hummed to himself a funny little tavern song. He reached the chamber and stepped inside. The humidity hit him and he quickly stepped into a small changing room. He slipped the robe from his body quickly.
At first Jaskier had been unsure of coming here. After the last two weeks he was more and more used to the schedule of the keep. Vesemir and the boys were often away from the keep in the morning. They left before Jaskier woke himself. He had asked what they do while gone and Vesemir had told him that the valley around Kaer Morhen was ample hunting for meat and monsters. It was important that they take advantage of the weather in the good months before the snow blocked the paths too greatly.
What ever they were doing out there they always came back sweaty and exhausted. The boys would come stumbling back near lunch. After lunch was training in the grounds, dueling and hand to hand combat. Vesemir pushed the boys hard, testing their agility and stamina. Twice a week the Witchers would meet in the library memorizing monster anatomy and potion training.
The boys’ training for monster kinds and categories was basically finished. The early years before and directly after the mutations is filled with the serious work. Eskel had admitted rather shyly to Jaskier once that he had once studied so hard for an exam on Strega mating that he had the most horrid dream of it one night.
After training whether that be library or training ring the wolves would tumble in the kitchen for the evening, getting the fire blazing and lounging by the warmth. Jaskier loved to see them like that. They called themselves wolves but really they were Like big dogs, stretching towards the warmth lazily talking and licking their chops. The boys sometimes rough housed and talked but not much when Jaskier was present.
Jaskier often found himself reading and idly listening to the stories and conversations. Once they remembered that he was there they would clam up.
He couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed but he was determined to respect their wishes. He could never ask for any more. A warm belly every night, no hitting or yelling. Laughter and comfort. Even if he never mated any of them Jaskier could see himself here forever.
So yeah…he wasn’t disappointed. Not at all….
Jaskied sighed and walked out into the humid baths. He stepped into one closest to the door, these were safe for humans. He slowly lowered himself to his butt and lowered his legs to the side. He moaned into the baths as he entering in the water. His voice echoed slightly against the stone walls. He sunk into the still water and closed his eyes.
He took a few minutes to relax. Once his fingers became pruny and his skin became pink he rose himself from the warm water. He stepped out of the bath slowly and walked to an opposite wall. A shorter smaller bath stood a small water fall pushing water out of an opening. Vesemir had showed it proudly.
Apparently when the siege of Kaer Morhen had happened that a stray cannon had hit the stone at such close range that it rocketed the ball straight into the mountain underneath. The break cause and fissure that opened the spout perfectly into the chambers. The water was hot and clean. It was the perfect place to wash up.
He stepped into the small pool of water, it reached to his calves. His skin prickled with goose bumps as he stood in the surrounding air for a moment. He reached the waterfall and walked into the spray. The hot water cascaded over his chest and stomach. He stood for a moment and enjoyed the feeling. He reached over for a small jar of liquid soap, for his hair. Lambert had bought it for him, when he heard that Vesemir was getting an omega he had used the small amount of money that they had left from selling random goods to buy the omega nice smelling soaps.
His heart warmed every time he saw it.
Jaskier opened the bottle and lathering it in his hand before he tipped his head back to rub it into circles. Suds formed quickly in his darkened locks. His hair had grown longer, curling in waves. He used his fingers to release the tangle guides by some hair oil. He was just finishing washing out the soap and oil when he heard it. Steps. Fast steps. Like running.
Before Jaskied could react three large sweaty Witchers ran into the steamy bath chamber. Geralt was whipping off his tunic, Eskel had already had his tunic off and had begun opening his breeches, Lambert was only his his small clothes only moments before pulling them down and off.
Jaskier froze. Still mostly facing the waterfall, he turned to glance partially over his shoulder. The Witchers tearing off the rest of their clothes didn’t notice the omega nor the blush forming quickly across his cheeks. The new soap and oils masking his scent the Witchers didn’t notice when they slipped into the pool pushing and playing all the way.
“That is a load of bullshit!”Geralt rumbled and pushed Eskel towards the hotter pools. “There is no such thing as a mermaid! That’s a myth. Every Witcher worth their salt knows that.”
Eskel ducked out of the way unsuccessfully, “Hey look! Never say never. When we go out on the path we don’t know what we will find.
Lambert pushed through the two and leaped into the pools. “Who cares!?”
The brothers sighed and slipped into the waters. “You know. I may actually like you if you grew up.” Eskel laughed and settled his arms across the stone behind him. He chest opened as he relaxed back and his muscles flexed as he adjusted his body against the stone. Dark hair dusted his pecks and led to a line across his abs to his belly and beyond.
“Me too, like that is-“ Geralt suddenly froze. Face falling and stilling in the water.
Realization began to dawn on his face and he gave a deep and rich, “fuck.”
Jaskier shivered even through he stood under the rush of water. He turned to the stone wall and refusing to look at the Witchers. He didn’t hide himself though.
He was getting tired of watching them freeze and flee. He didn’t want to make them uncomfortable but this is his home now too. He wasn’t going to stop himself from living his life just because of them.
He turned towards the soap and grabbed the bar. He lifted it into his hands and began to lather it up. No noise came from the pools and after a few seconds of lathering Jaskier finally built the courage to look behind him.
The Witchers had frozen exactly where they sat except for their faces. All of them were turned towards the omega, staring at him. Jaskier blushed but held their gaze. He was almost shaking.
It was terrifying and exhilarating. He purposely slowed his movements and began to rub the suds onto his body. His chest to his stomach before he reached behind himself to rubs his shoulders and back.
He only hesitated for a moment before he bent at the waist to wash his legs. At that, he heard a splash. He couldn’t help the peak behind. Eskel had stood too fast in the water and had fallen back into the pool. He regained his standing and resumed staring at the omega. Jaskier stood once more and turned to his side. He met Eskels eyes.
They didn’t react. Just stared. He suddenly was self conscious. They didn’t look pleased. Eskels jaw was clenched so hard he looked like he was in pain. Geralt was staring with the most intensity he had ever seen, he couldn’t tell whether it was a good kind or not. Lambert was himself visibly shaking.
He turned his back to the water letting it rush over his back and legs. He could almost feel their eyes on his body…at the place between his legs. He could feel slick begin to develop. He hoped it was lost into the water.
He just about ran to the changing area. God he was such a fool. Here he was almost presenting themselves to them like a stupid omega. What could he have expected. As he wrapped the robe quickly around himself and stepped towards the door it suddenly swung open.
“-did I say about picking up after yourselves you aren’t children!” Vesemir reprimanded as he entered into the room holding the boys’ forgotten clothes. He almost ran over the omega with his large stride.
Jaskier had stopped and the alpha looked down to see his omega desperately holding his robe on while holding back hot tears.
Vesemir immediately dropped the clothes and did a sweep of the room for enemies. He would find whatever made his omega cry and rip its heart out. Instead he found his trainees naked in a pool half mad with lust. Vesemir couldn’t help but sigh. Fuck.
The alpha moved too quickly to see. One minute he was towering over the omega and the next he was across the baths. Blocking his view of the alphas in the pool he raised his voice.
“What the fuck where you thinking!? Running I hear naked like a load of animals! While your omega is in here no less, trying relax and wash himself!”
The wolves were moving, getting out of the tub at Vesemirs words heads hanging low.
“Obviously you are all not ready to be a Witcher or an alpha. You should be ashamed, and alpha should never hurt their omega. Our training is not finished. Go to the training grounds immediately.”
The Witchers were out the room before his voice finished echoing.
Jaskier was shivering now, he had slowly stepped into the space between the stone wall and a dressing wall. He had curled his arms over his chest in embarrassment and a little fear. He cursed the stupid tears that ran down his cheeks.
“Omega” the deep baritone was soft now.
Jaskier shivered from the very top of his head to his toes. The tears were hot as they fell down his cheeks. Vesemir’s presence was like a cool water bath.
Immediately all of the sudden heat from the alphas gazes washed from him. He felt truly naked and ashamed. The shame sitting deep in his gut. He felt fragile and small as he quickly fell to the ground in a huff.
The alpha was on him quickly almost like making a physical shield around the omega will somehow protect him from the feelings.
The omega whimpered softly into his knees as he curled his arms around his head. The humidity of the bath which was usually relaxing felt suffocating.
The alpha seemed to pick up on the omegas spiraling state and so he didn’t bother with small talk. He just reached out both arms wrapping around Jaskier.
The omega barely noticed as he was brought to a solid chest and cared from the bath. It wasn’t until the alpha was slowly laying him on his own bed, that he looked up.
The alpha was moving, almost like he couldn’t bare to stay still he grabbed a glass of water and leaned into Jaskiers space. The omega took two slow sips before he began to cry again in earnest.
The alpha noticed and set aside the water quickly. He bundled the omega in his arms and laid in the bed, curling Jaskiers face into his chest. Calming him with his scent and a large hand slowly rubbing across his back.
Jaskied cried for a few minutes before he could finally calm down. The alpha stayed silent, just holding the omega patiently.
Eventually Jaskied took a deep breath. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t-“ Vesemir grumbled and lifted his hand to the omegas face.
“No.” Jaskier interrupted fast. “No. I need to say that I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m crying so much and I’m sorry that I panicked, and I’m sorry that my stupid emotions can’t seem to calm down.” Jaskier fell into another round of hiccups.
The alpha just held him close, “shhhhh. shhhhh. It’s alright little omega.”
Jaskier gained control over his tears again, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths. The alphas scent was like a drug.
“How about we start with, what happened.” Vesemir whispered.
Jaskier took a shakey breath, “I-i was just washing. They came in and… and stared.” Jaskier couldn’t meet the alphas eyes. “I let them. I liked it. But when I turned around they just….stared. I thought. They looked angry.”
Jaskier shook his head silently brushing away the tears that frustratingly fell from his eyes.
“Did I mess it up alpha?” Jaskier asked. He probably looked pathetic, eyes red and puffy.
“No. No. You have done nothing wrong.” Vesemir stared into Jaskiers eyes trying to show his honesty. “I think this is my fault once again. We talked a little about us, but not about them.”
The omega watched as the alpha sat up and maneuvered the omega to his side. Jaskier didn’t have to look him in the eyes like this. The omega had started to recognize the pattern. The alpha never wanted him to feel pressured or under a microscope. The thought was appreciated.
“When an Witcher is created, the young prepubescent boy that once was fails to exist. Our senses, our bodies, some would even argue that our hearts are changed with the mutations.”
“There is a reason that some humans have started the rumor that Witchers have no souls. We act…different. I once had a stable hand from Velen tell me that it was like talking to a scarecrow that suddenly came to life.”
“We have emotion, feelings, and thoughts just as any man but for some reason Witchers just act a little odd. We have our quirks. Most come from the mutations. Eskel for instance is more attuned to signs than the others. There is no definitive reason why, but he has a lot of connection to magic. It makes his fighting style different more unique. But it also makes his skin feel…a little weird. Some humans have described it as electric. Not anything that hurts, but just a low hum.”
Jaskier nodded, he had felt Eskels differences. Their short brushes even through layers of clothing even causing the slight tingle.
“Lambert is…well he is an asshole.” Jaskier huffed in surprise. “He is angrier than most. Sometimes I can’t tell if it’s the mutations or just his personality but he is often overwhelmed by his feelings. Letting his anger overpower his reason. It is good in a fight, when the extra adrenaline can be used as aggression but not when you are being cheated out of your earnings by a swindling village elder.”
“And Geralt…Geralt is Geralt. He went through the Witcher mutations twice. As you know. It was the reason why all of the boys were out of the castle during the siege. Geralt is the least human of us all. Sometimes his stare even makes my hair stand up. He is…well he is all predator. Dangerous, lethal, and intimately aware of it. He knows he is odd. It’s why he is always hiding. Never speaking, standing in the back, he is always worried about scaring people.”
Jaskier traced his fingers on Vesemirs chest, “sounds lonely”
The alpha hummed. it is. “They have never been farther than a few small villages at the bottom of the mountain. They are unused to people. They are unused to omegas too…especially ones like you.”
The omega tilted his head. “What is that supposed to mean?”
Vesemir looked down and their eyes met, “pretty ones.”
Jaskier suddenly felt hot again, “oh.”
The alpha smirked and leaned his head back staring at the ceiling. “Their senses are delicate. They hear you. They smell you. All of the time. They can’t stop thinking of you.”
The omega knitted his eyebrows, “how do you know?”
Vesemir kissed the side of the omegas head, breathing in his scent. “Because I can’t stop thinking of you. And I remember what it was like, when I first changed. We had two omegas at the time. Both had been an Kaer Morhen for years at that point. They had mated dozens of alphas before me. I still remember the overwhelming hum, always in the background. It was only after I had mated an omega the first time that the feeling finally subsided. It’s like I was just waiting for it. Once it happened I was locked on target. Settled.”
“I only had to deal with the chaos for a week between the trial of the grasses and my graduation. They just have had to wait longer.”
“Does it hurt…the hum?” Jaskier asked, partially dreading the answer.
“No,” Vesemir replied, “it’s just like how a heat or a rut just kind of holds you. Not completely. You are still you, it’s just like the compass has just strayed a bit.”
“But mating an omega would help right?” Jaskier said.
At that Vesemir stopped and sat up. “Jaskier, look at me.” He waited for the omega to meet his eyes. “You are not responsible for that. You have the rights to your own body. They will be fine.”
The omega blushed and looked down. After a moment he nodded, “I know.”
The alpha sighed and hugged the omega close to him again.
“But…what if I want to? What if I want to try?” The omega whispered.
The alpha nodded. “Then we will try.”
“I… I am unsure about a lot.” Jaskier admitted in the alphas shoulder. “Back home. In lettenhove, an omega could never talk so freely about…mating. It is improper. But I’m tired of feeling scared about it.” He paused for another moment. “Especially…Especially when my body…my body wants it.”
The alpha had to bite his lip to hold in the growl. Goddess bless him, the omega was going to kill him.
“We don’t have to follow any rules Jaskier. There is no way that things must be done.”
“But what about the guide on mating!?” Jaskier asked incredulous.
The alpha laughed at that, “it’s a suggestion! Besides, we are the last Witchers of the wolf school. I think if anyone can make decisions around here it is me. If you wanted to mate with me right now. I would be fine with that. If you wanted to wait a decade I would be fine with that to. As for the boys, I think they would thank you if you punched them in the jaw. you shouldn’t worry about them, little one. I may call them pups but they are grown. They are older than you.”
Jaskier looked up shocked at that. “Seriously!?”
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NOTE:
All of my characters are of consenting age. Obviously power dynamics of the omegaverse can be weird. This is mostly indulgence on my own parts. Some of the more problematic parts of my fic I don’t think are acceptable in any healthy relationship between adults. This is fiction!
Also I am not a huge Witcher canon expert. Half of the Witcher stuff in the fic is the unholy child of tumblr, other fan fictions in the Geraskier tag, and the video games. Sorry if there any inconsistencies in my lore.
Chapter 3: Part III
Notes:
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Some kisses, a dinner, and some sexy times ~
If you would like to skip the explicit material just skip from the line “Jaskier lay in the alphas arms hand idly curled around a warm cup of cider” To the end of the chapter.
Also see the end of the chapter for specific warnings.
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Chapter Text
Jaskier sighed as the sun filtering through the branches warmed him. There were fewer and fewer clear days such as this. The temperature around the keep was rapidly dropping day by day. Small amounts of snow usually fell at night but were melted by the afternoon.
Jaskier had decided that being inside was not what he wanted that day. Pulling the book he was reading from his bed chambers he had settled onto a ledge near the training area.
He closed his eyes as he finished the chapter he was on. He leaned back and listened to the clashing of fighting. The boys were doing some afternoon training. Focusing on close contact grappling, the Witchers holding daggers, one would try to surprise their target and try to take him down.
He had watched them for the last hour. He began to notice patterns, a fighting style.
Eskel was wide and large. His arms were long and strong, but he was slow. Often he was clearly slower than his other counterparts. If Eskel got his hands or arms around the neck though there was little chance of stopping the vice.
Lambert was pushy and fast. Specializing in speed and agility, Lambert danced around his opponent. He was fast and graceful, sometimes looking more like a cat. It’s once he has finally outlasted his enemy when the wolf really showed. When angry he was brutal, aiming for the cheap shots. Bloody grins and puffing chest he would dismantle an enemy. Breaking fingers and busting noses all to end with his trademark swagger. The alpha wolf he was.
Geralt was…well Geralt was Geralt. Where Eskel and lambert had their good fighting abilities it often was paired with a clear weakness. Geralt had no weakness. Not that Jaskier could tell anyway. Geralt was fast and deadly. As well as strong and powerful. He could shift from sword fighting to grappling in an instance. He always seemed a few steps ahead of the game. But where Lambert showed off his skill with swagger and pride, Geralt just…held it.
He was an alpha, through and through. He didn’t need showy tricks to prove himself. In fact he was always the one to do anything that was going to get attention. Always hanging back, quiet and stoic. When he fought, he was forceful and controlled. Confident and sure, like there was no option other than him winning. Jaskier shivered as his clearly deadly efficiency regularly.
Now, Lambert was on Eskels back, both Witchers grappling onto the dagger. Their arms in a tight tangle. Sweat dripped down their foreheads, showing their exertion. Lambert suddenly pushed off of the ground, kicking out into the taller Witchers shin.
Eskel grunted as there was a loud, “crack”.
Jaskier was up before he could think about it. Before he could move closer the larger Witcher grabbed lamberts shoulder and quickly used the side of his hand to strike the young Witcher in the throat.
With a loud huff lambert crumpled to the ground. The moment lambert hit the ground Eskel backed up quickly limping.
Jaskier has begun to run forward at this point, he didn’t hesitate as he ran to Eskel. The Witchers brows furrowed and at the touch of the omega his eyes widened. Lambert had turned to strike again at the larger Witcher.
When he turned however he saw the omega now cradling the larger Witcher in his arms.
“Are you okay!? Oh my god! Tell me you’re okay!?” The omega yelled, his hands and eyes tracing the alphas body scanning for signs of pain.
The Witchers just stood there and stared at him.
“Are you okay!?” Jaskier then yelled frustrated at the man’s silence.
“He’s fine,omega.” Vesemir chuckled from the sidelines. “We’re Witchers. We are a lot stronger than we look.”
Eskel finally woke out of his haze and covered the omegas hands with his own, “I’m okay, omega.”
The omega was looking incredulously at his leg. “Are you sure? It was very loud.”
The Witcher nodded still keeping his weight balanced on his good leg. “I will be fine.”
Jaskier backed up slowly almost tripping over lambert who was still kneeling in the dirt. The smaller alpha reached up seemingly without thinking about it he wrapped his hand around the omega to steady him.
The omega turned to the Witcher, “and you! Lambert, are you okay?” Jaskier reached up and held himself steady on Lamberts chest. He twisted his gaze to look at the yellow mark on his neck. It was already healing.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay.” Lambert said, staring like a puppy at Jaskier.
The omega nodded, realizing his panic was really just an interruption. He looked between the alphas slightly panicked. until Eskel tested his still broken ankle and audibly winced. The noise made jaskier stand taller again,herding the alpha towards the edge of the small arena.
“Well, at least sit.” At the alphas blank stare he puffed and lowered his lashes knowing exactly what would work on the Witcher. “Please, alpha, for me?”
Eskel turned and walked before his mind could catch up. The omega stayed close, hovering over the Witcher as he carefully guided himself to a wooden bench off to the side. Jaskier smelled so good, especially this close up. He felt dizzy at how good it was.
Lambert still knelt in the dirt, pouting at their backs. Vesemir smiled and shook his head from the sidelines, watching the dazed expression on the young wolf’s face.
Jaskier had knelt to his knee in front of the alpha slowly lifting his pant leg. It revealed a clear break, the gross angle of the bone protruding in an odd direction. Eskel winced at the omegas increasingly pale countenance.
“Oh goodness. Should we wrap it up?” Jaskier asked looking up concerned.
“Wrap it?” Eskel asked confused, “why?”
“So it will heal right?” At the blank look he got in return the omega sighed, “Is your healing really so fast that you don’t have to do anything?”
“It will be healed in a few hours. The pup will be fine, omega.” Vesemir said, setting down the sword that he was polishing. He sat on a stone bench off to the side and leaned to the side.
“But you are done training at least” the omega asked glancing at Eskel.
“Yes, I’m done for now.” Eskel said. He looked deadly serious, like if the omega told him to jump off a cliff he would.
The omega nodded and reached to the shawl wrapped around his own shoulders to pull it tighter and stood.
That day he had worn a pale cream dress and the maroon color of the shawl made his bright blue eyes stand out. His hair had been messily pulled into a hair pin made out of a dark polished stone. Geralt had presented it to him a few nights before. He had heard the omega complaining about his run away curls.
He stood again and Eskel eyes following the bouncing of his curls as he stepped in close.
“Here, lean on me. Let’s get you inside so you can rest.” Jaskier said. He wrapped his arm around the Witcher and braced his body close so the alpha could use him as leverage.
Eskel paused frozen in amazement and shock, before his body seemed to catch up to the moment. He closed his eyes, breathing in the scent of the omega.
To Jaskier, it felt like the Witcher was leaning his weight on him but the rest of the Witchers could tell that Eskel was using his hurt leg more than he normally would, saving the omega from his size and weight.
They walked inside slowly, with Eskel limping.
Once settled into a chair by the fire, the omega stood up quickly. Jaskier began collecting items a stool for the Witchers foot, a blanket, a glass of water.
Eskel sat staring at the omega moving. His eyes were wide as he carefully accepted each item, seemingly fascinated at the kindness and care.
Geralt, who had been preparing some potion parts in the other room, called by the noise suddenly walked into the room. Taking in the scene, lambert standing at the door mouth open, Eskel in the chair his ankle bending at an odd table, finally to the omega who was now collecting first aid supplies from a chest near some book cases.
Geralt barely understood his own thoughts before he was moving, desperate to take the supplies out of the omegas hands. It seemed…wrong, for the omega to help the alpha. Suddenly before he could get closer Vesemirs arm stopped him.
Geralt blinked, shocked at the sudden appearance of his master.
“Don’t stop him.” Vesemir grumbled quietly.
“But…he shouldn’t have to.” Geralt huffed.
“No, but he wants to.” Vesemir said smiling crookedly,
“He’s helping his alpha.”
At that, the white haired alpha seemed to melt. The sweet omega caring for the giant Witcher. Undeterred by his size and strength.
Alongside that pleasure, the green monster of jealousy roared in his chest. He wanted the omegas hands on him. He wanted the kind glances and soft hands.
He stared at the omega who kneeled down to the alphas ankle, carefully wrapping the bandages. His dress laid out behind him like a pool of water around him. The light shone through the tall windows of the room making his skin glow in the afternoon light.
He looked like an angel.
All alphas eyes glued onto the careful movement. The care. Unlike anything they have experienced before.
Almost all touch at the Witcher keep had been distant and clinical. Violence was the normal. The training was rough and difficult, made worse by the recent destruction of the majority of Witchers.
The omegas touch was soft and gentle. Born out of affection and gentle care.
Vesemir was the only one however that knew the rarity of the event. Once the young men were sent onto the path there would be no kind bandages, just rough words and angry faces.
Jaskier hummed and carefully rubbed his thumb on the underside of his heel.
Eventually, Jaskier looked up and blue met yellow.
His warm hands seemed to heal more than any bandage could. After a while the omega seemed satisfied.
The alpha was bundled into the chair, injury raised off the ground and the omega hovering over him.
Vesemir stepped forward. Jaskier glanced up, almost shocked. He had forgotten about everybody else. He looked to his hands as they rubbed circles into the alpha’s shoulders like he forgot what they were.
Jaskier had seemed to almost black out for a minute, but overpowered by his hormones.
“Oh. I’m sorry…I just-I don’t know what happened.”
The omega whispered looking embarrassed by his actions.
“It’s alright.” Eskel almost interrupted him with how quickly he responded. “You can do whatever you want with me.”
At those words the omegas face lit a flame. A deep red blush at the implications of those words. The Witchers could hear his heart beating.
Eskel’s eyes widened in panic and a little fear.
“I-I mean…if you want. I don’t care if you don’t want to. I mean, I just thought-“
“Shut up Eskel.” The words from Vesemir made his mouth shut with a loud click.
The eldest alpha walked to the omega and put his arm around Jaskiers waist, leading him to a chair across from Eskel’s.
“Since there is no more training today we can all just relax.” He placed the omega into the plush chair and waved to the other Witchers to join them.
They scrambled over to the fire, Lambert finding a place sitting up against Eskels chair and Geralt pulling up his own wooden stool from the dining table.
“You will need to rest well if you wish to join your brothers on the hunt that I have been planning.” Vesemir said walking towards a large desk of papers.
Four sets of eyes looked confused as he laid a map on the coffee table in front of the fire.
“Winter will truly be setting in soon. I have seen the signs of an ancient cockatrice that has been hunting in the northern Kestrel Mountains.”
The Witchers all sat up interested. Jaskier almost laughed at the young Witchers, obviously keen for the hunt. They all looked like hunting dogs on a scent, he could almost see their ears pointing to the map like a wolves would.
“What signs?” Geralt asked sitting forward.
“Mutilated animals, a few feathers and I suspect that the lake near Shreaker falls has been somehow poisoned. It has made the game in the area weak and a few mountain lions have been killed by the water. I took some samples a few months ago, draconic poison.”
“So what? The Shreaker falls is miles away from any human civilization and we won’t be affected by less game in that area this winter. Why should we bother it?” Lambert asked.
“When the winter snow comes, the cockatrice may find itself attracted by the warmer temperatures. The first place he will go is Kaedwen. By that point the path will be blocked and we won’t be able to assist. We should neutralize the threat before it reaches the humans.
So, I planned a week long hunt. It should take about three days to hike to Shreaker falls and back. That gives you two days to hunt down the beast.”
The Witchers nodded. Already thinking about the potion ingredients they will need to make some more grapeshot.
“I will stay here with Jaskier. We will continue the winterizing efforts for the keep.”
Jaskier was looking curiously at the map.
“Is it…safe? Are you all going to be okay?”
“There is no true guarantee of safety for a Witcher little one.” Vesemir said laying a large palm onto the omegas shoulder. “But I am confident in the boys that they will do everything they can to come back to you.”
Jaskier looked up at that, four sets of golden eyes shone back. The young Witchers determined and serious. The eldest alpha was grinning like he knew how those words would affect the young men.
He knew that they would be hesitant to leave behind the omega. Still desperate for his scent, his voice, his touch. Still, They needed some incentive to keep them
on target so as he folded the map away he added,
“Besides, cockatrice undercoat feathers can be incredibly soft. I’m sure the omega would appreciate a new pillow or blanket with them.”
Jaskier opened his mouth to object, he didn’t want to cause any more trouble. But he was stopped as the eldest alpha squeezed his knee.
The man was staring with his eyebrows up and nodding towards the young Witchers.
“Ah…yes. That sounds perfect for winter.”
Before he could finish the words the Witchers were moving. Lambert grabbing the map and Geralt making a list of ingredients and supplies they would need. Even Eskel whose ankle had finally set stood and began to help.
At the flurry of movement Vesemir leaned in close to the omegas shoulder. He leaned down a pressed a soft kiss to the young man’s lips, warm and sweet. “Thank you, bunny.”
Jaskier laughed to himself, “it seems that I should be the one thanking you. I imagine they are going to be crafting me a whole new bed soon.”
The eldest Witcher laughed as he walked out from the room.
———
Three days later the three Witchers were finalizing the plans, as they loaded their packs. Each Witcher was equipped for the hike and hunt. The rocky paths made horseback impossible, so the Witchers were traveling by foot.
Once they reached the falls, they would camping and hunting. Once they killed the beast they would return. Jaskier walked out into the courtyard. The clouds had come out a sign of some snow, the Witchers didn’t seem perturbed. They all were circled around some large packs, which held some supplies, checking
Supplies lists and equipment.
Jaskier had worn a light blue dress and had left his hair down, tumbling over his shoulders. in his hands was a collection of wild flowers.
Walking over to the collection of Witchers he caught the eye of the eldest Witcher. Standing off to the side, Vesemir was supervising the young men, preparing to send them out. He nodded to the omega as he passed.
Jaskier stepped up to the Witchers and smiled, “I’m going to miss you all while you are away. Please be safe.”
All of the Witchers stood shocked: eyes wide and blushing. Slowly, Geralt, who was the closest Witcher stepped forward. The white haired alpha reached out his hand slowly, as if he were trying not to frighten the omega.
Jaskier smiled a light blush dusting his cheeks as the alphas large hands touched his as he handed over the flowers.
The Witcher went to lean back when suddenly the omega leaned up and forward. Stretching on his toes to land his lips onto the alphas cheek. He leaned in for a moment, relishing in their closeness before pulling back.
The alpha stepped back in a daze, nodding in a sort of solemn respect. He turned and grabbed his pack silently before grumbling out, “thank you omega, you honor me.” And turning towards the gate.
Jaskier expected the other wolves to leave behind Geralt but suddenly Lambert stepped forward. Clearly waiting for his kiss.
The omega smiled and rolled his eyes as the alpha. He leaned in two and pressed his lips to the large alpha. Once the wolf had gotten his kiss he turned and grabbed his pack before leaving.
Jaskier looked over to Eskel, already his pack on and standing, staring at the dirt. He looked…nervous. Jaskiers heart squeezed, Eskel was always so careful.
Obviously the biggest Witcher, Eskel was always scared of frightening the omega. He wasn’t exactly friendly looking, and he knew that. The scars and the size didn’t help. Jaskier had recognized his hesitation as the fear that it was. Where Lambert was always ready to gain affection from the omega. Eskel was never one to initiate any touch.
Once Jaskier realized how much the alpha liked the touch though he made it his mission to touch Eskel as much as possible. Laying his hand on his arm, stepping close whenever possible, or carefully brushing his bangs from his eyes Jaskier had begun to touch. The alpha closing his eyes and leaning into the touch always made the omega swoon. The large alpha would always just seem to melt into his touch.
So, as the tall man stood hesitantly in the courtyard, Jaskier looked at his knit eye brows and stepped forward. Instead of pressing a kiss to his cheek however the omega leaned forward and cradled the alphas face in his hands and placed their lips together.
Eskel stood there a moment shocked before he finally caught up to himself, he opened his mouth and pressed the omega close. Their lips joined in a slow, deep kiss, before pulling away. The omega smiled and turned away walking towards the keep.
Eskel stood there for a long time staring at nothing.
———-
Jaskier wasn’t stupid.
He may be an omega, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t understand why the three alphas were sent on the sudden hunting trip. Vesemir had said that it was out of an abundance of caution that he sent the alphas out to find the creature. They all knew that there wasn’t really a need for it.
The night that the alphas left, Jaskier knew that Vesemir would finally make his move. He didn’t know what to expect, other than he knew that the alpha wanted some privacy for it.
Jaskier could guess what that meant.
Jaskier was in his room looking through the large armoire that Lambert had carried up the stairs for him. It used to be in one of the many storage rooms but Jaskier had commented at how he liked the carved flowers in the wood and the alpha had moved the heavy oak furniture up the stairs himself.
He had slowly begun making a more robust wardrobe. The alphas had plenty of torn or old fabric, and he had been forced to endure hours of sewing and embroidery. Hobbies fit for an omega.
Thus he had mended a lot of the clothes he already had and began the task of creating new pieces. A few dresses, doublets, and trousers.
He couldn’t decide on what to wear.
Vesemir had told him to get ready, they were going to have a special dinner that night and the omega wanted to look his best. He wanted to impress his alpha.
But he was nervous. The thought of the alphas hands on him…really on him. The large rough skin of his hands was always gentle on his cheeks or waist, always soft and sure. Imagining those same hands on his arms, legs, curled around his knees, clutching at this thighs….
Jaskier shivered and bit his lip. Arousal growing in his gut.
That was a newer development too.
The omega had recently begun to feel hot and bothered a lot. At least a lot more than he used to. Back in Lettenhove, he had mostly spent his days alone or with other omegas. Any alpha who he met always made him feel slightly sick. Their rough hands and leering words.
Whenever he was around Vesemir his skin tingled with sensitivity. His voice always made the omega want to melt. The other alphas…they made his head spin. He felt faint just thinking about it.
He shook his head trying to make the memories disappear. He turned back towards the closet and spotted the light blue doublet, the one that Vesemir had gotten him almost two months ago.
Perfect.
He smiled and pulled it off of the hanger.
——
“Wow.”
Jaskier couldn’t help but gawk at the scene before him.
Vesemir had outdone himself. The old wolf had the nerve to look embarrassed at the set almost like he had nothing to do with it. Jaskier could see the truth.
Instead of the usual dining table, the large wooden benched table in front of the main fireplace, Vesemir had dragged a beautiful rounded table to his own balcony.
Two large mahogany cushioned chairs had been carried all the way from the library. The food was plentiful and steaming in the chilly winter air. However the balcony was not completely freezing due to the large grated pyre on the balcony’s edge.
The heat from the flames mixed with the clear mountain scape created a uniquely beautiful atmosphere. A few candles dotted the space, a jug of spiced ale freshly warmed in a golden vase to the side.
To cover his embarrassment at, what he know recognized as, the completely over-dramatic dinner he set up, the eldest Witcher began to pour two goblets.
Vesemir had felt more restless than he had in a while. Like most Witchers do when they feel restless or edgy he got to work. Putting his head down and doing each task. Preparing the dinner, carrying all of the furniture to the balcony, painstakingly setting the scene, all list to the distant thrumming in his veins.
For his omega.
Jaskier couldn’t help but smile at the eldest Witchers sudden shyness.
“This is amazing Vesemir” he took the offered goblet.
“It’s nothing.” Vesemir muttered pulling out a chair for jaskier.
“It’s definitely not that.” Jaskier said incredulous smiling at beautiful sunset over the clear mountains.
He thought of himself locked in the chambers of his room. The extent of his view of the world was his walls of gaudy finery and judgmental stares.
“If I could tell myself, 5 months ago, that this is what my life would look like I would have thought me mad.”
Vesemir rose an eyebrow as he laid a napkin off of his plate.
Jaskier smiled, pulling his own napkin off of the table, looking into his reflection in the silver plate.
“Lettenhove had become a gilded cage long ago. My father was strict disciplinarian, he got especially prickly in his old age.”
Vesemir began to fill their plates, listening and nodding Jaskier to continue.
“My eldest brothers left long ago and my eldest sister was married three years ago. I was happy that they went, they were all entitled and proud. But their absence left my father and mother no victims but us younger kids.”
Jaskier picked up his fork and knife, he began to slowly cut the meat.
“But that is not exactly a good story to tell for a nice dinner such as this.”
Vesemir smiled clearly noting the change of subject.
“I don’t care. I like hearing about you.”
Jaskier blushed and ducked his head.
“I like hearing about you, too.”
The alpha chuckled the deep rumble of his chest making Jaskier feel warm in the cool air.
“I don’t know how an old man such as myself could ever interest you.” Vesemir grumbled and began to eat his vegetables.
Jaskier began to eat as well smiling. “Well, old man, I think I can decide for myself what I want to hear or what I don’t want to hear.”
The sly response made the Witcher laugh again. He looked up incredulous at the omega.
“Of course, omega.”
They ate a bit in companionable silence. Jaskier complimenting the food and talking about the chores that they had each been working on.
Jaskier polished off his first cup of cider and Vesemir got up to get the jug to refill it. He was leaning over the table his muscles bulging in the pink and purple light of the fading sun. His eyes, shining in the orange light looked almost golden.
Jaskier was suddenly dazed at the handsome face. He would blame that, and the warmth of the cider for his next question.
“What did you think of me. That first time that you saw me?”
Vesemir looked up shocked at the question. He finished pouring and walked back over to his own chair. Sitting he thought for a moment before he said,
“I thought you were beautiful. And scared… your heart was racing.” Jaskier blushed but Vesemir continued.
“But brave. You were terrified and yet you braved through it. I thought that you were stronger than you looked.” He smiled to himself slightly “that night you cemented that thought into reality.”
“I still remember your words, you accused me of pretending to be the sweet alpha before breaking you in”
Jaskiers throat closed suddenly at the reminder.
“I thought, if he expected me to do such a horrible and atrocious thing and still came with me willingly he had to be bravest person that I had ever met.”
Vesemir’s eyes were dripping with sincerity and depth.
Jaskier’s body was aflame with emotion. He felt overwhelmed with his feelings for the Witcher.
Gods how was he so lucky?
“Well.” He looked down trying to hold back his tears. “Do you want to know what I thought of you? When I saw you?”
Vesemir raised an eyebrow.
“I thought that you were the handsomest alpha that I had ever seen. “
Vesemir laughed and Jaskier smirked.
“And… that I hoped that you wouldn’t hurt me.”
Vesemir clenched his fists.
“I had been told my whole life that it was an alphas right to control and own their omega. My father used to say that ‘an omegas place was on their knees.’”
Vesemir clenched his jaw so hard that his bones creaked.
“But I realized that it isn’t worth living in fear of what you could do to me. After I came to know you. To know the boys…”
Jaskier looked into Vesemir’s eyes, trying to show his feelings in his eyes.
“I feel like that day that I met you my life finally began.”
——
Jaskier lay in the alphas arms hand idly curled around a warm cup of cider. The tang of alcohol warmed his chest as the fire, and the body heat of the Witcher behind him set it to flame. The soft pressure of the large hands rubbing into his hip was meditative.
Jaskier could spend forever like this. Warm and pleased.
Vesemir had moved out the chairs and table and replaced it with a loveseat. The plush cushions allowed them to laze in front of a low burning fire in front of the cold mountain range visible in the light of a full autumn moon.
The alpha lay behind him, eyes closed in a half daze. The both of them full and happy.
Just as the omega finished the glass and curled deeper in the alphas arms, a sudden purr began deep in his rib cage. The soft sound picked up by Witcher ears quickly.
Jaskiers eyes flew open. Shocked.
He was purring, he had never done that before. Vesemir froze at the smell of Jaskiers shock.
“I’ve never…I’ve never purred before.” The omega whispered like it was a secret. He felt oddly shy.
The alpha clenched his fist in rage. The fact that the omega wasn’t purring every minute of his life made the Witcher irrationally furious.
Scenting the anger flooding off of the alpha Jaskier gently pushed off of his chest. Now sitting up, he could look the alpha in the eyes.
Blue and Gold.
“I wasn’t lying earlier. I feel like that day that I met you my life finally began.” The omega whispered leaning in so they were closer, his hot breath ghosting Vesemirs lips. “I have been reborn because of you. My heart is yours.”
At that the alpha could not hold himself back any longer. The last shred of his patience had fallen away. The omega had pierced through his defenses like an arrow into his heart.
He surged up, lips meeting in a burning clash. The burning fury melting into a deep red ache. It was like the low coals that had been simmering between them suddenly went up in a blinding light. Vesemir’s strong hands gripped the omegas hips lifting him up into the air as he stood.
Jaskier didn’t hesitate to wrap his legs around the alphas hips. Moaning into his lips as he purred, the noise making Vesemirs stomach rumble in response.
Vesemir held the omega to him and by muscle memory and Witcher senses the alpha carried the smaller creature.
As he walked into the bedroom, arms bursting with a sensitive and warm Jaskier he grumbled,
“I want to touch you, beautiful one. Can I please?”
Jaskier was nodding before he could think. He could feel his cheeks aflame. But the heat of Vesemir was sending him into a daze. He felt hot and open.
His limbs heavy, the tingling from his core left his hips shaking. He gripped into the alphas black and grey curls.
Vesemir walked to the bed, sitting the omega on the plush sheets. He went to lean back but the omega had latched on. Pulling the alpha in by his collar, a mix between a moan and a whine pulling it from his red lips.
Vesemir melted. Surging forward quickly. The omega wanted him. Needed him. He would be there.
He kissed Jaskier, the omega pulling him over to lay on top of him.
The alpha let himself be led, holding himself up to save the smaller person beneath him. Their hips met through their clothes, Vesemirs breaches straining clearly.
The omega opened his legs, embarrassed by his own need. The alpha was undeterred and pulled up to his forearms, reaching a large hand down he grabbed Jaskiers thigh and hiked it over his own hip. Slipping his own thigh between Jaskiers legs. This making Jaskiers most sensitive area as rubbing rather deliciously along the alphas muscular thigh.
The omega let out a small moan, grateful that the other alphas were not near to hear him. He was already embarrassed enough, having the rest and he decided he would combust.
Jaskier watched dazedly as the alpha gripped his hips moving his own hips to rub their hips into one another. Jaskier gasped at the pleasure that ran through his body.
“Like this, little one?” The alpha grumbled into the omegas neck. He didn’t want to pressure the omega.
The omega only looked up into his eyes a moment before he was shaking his head. He was desperate for the alpha. Desperate to be filled.
“No.” Jaskier dumbly shook his head.
The alphas froze, he went to sit up but the omega was holding him in place with an almost supernatural strength. At the same time a soft whine tumbled from his lips as he gasped.
“Alpha… touch me.” He looked down to where their hips met.
“Please” he ground his own hips into the alphas thigh.
Holding his hands up to the alphas shoulders. Mesmerized by the wall of muscle that was revealed through the fabric of his shirt in the moonlight.
Vesemir melted back into the omega turning his head to meet Jaskiers wandering hands. The omega cupped his hand around the alphas strong jaw and watched as the giant witcher gently kissed into his palm.
He was so gentle. So sweet. Vesemir nodded and leaned down kissing the omega.
They found their rhythm again. Grinding into one another and kissing. Before long they were hot again, desperate and passionate.
Jaskier let out a long keening whine at a deeper roll of the alphas thigh. He was so desperate for something, anything else.
The alpha reached down suddenly grabbing the front of Jaskiers breaches before quickly yanking down.
The omega froze at the sounds of fabric tearing. The alpha ripping the omegas pants down the middle. The kiss barely broken as the alpha tore away the entire fabric around the omegas waist, leaving his trousers to slip down his calf’s and eventually off his feet.
The alpha divested the omega completely of his pants as he laid Jaskier flat against the bed, his thighs at an angle where his legs fanned out perfectly.
Vesemir needed only to sit up, and look down and he would see all of Jaskier, vulnerable and naked. So he did just that, leaning back on his heels to fully see the omega before him.
The cool light of the moon eluminated Jaskiers alabaster skin so he almost glowed in the dark of their rooms. His light blue doublet was in buttoned down to his sternum revealing his sheer white undershirt that also peeled apart in a tantalizing ‘V’ shape. A delicious freckle was centered near a collar bone and the alpha could not help but want to lick it.
His chest and stomach were mostly flat with small breasts, barely anything in comparison to some male omegas. But his chest tapered into a soft and graceful curve to his hips . His waist was small and his hips filled with a layer of fat. The alpha ran his fingers along his soft thighs glistening in the night.
The omega whimpered and turned his head to the side unable to take his eyes away from the golden slits of the alphas gaze.
The alpha sat quiet, he had lost his shirt somehow in the middle of it all. He watched his own hand travel towards the space between his legs, periodically glancing up towards the omegas face.
The alpha finally came to Jaskiers center. The wet folds were soft and warm, Vesemirs fingers were perfectly rough and solid. The wet of his slick making his slow motions easy and slick.
The alpha knew exactly what to do. He had been trained well. By many omegas over the years. Learning how he would like it, finding what it takes to melt the omega in his grasp. He loved to find that place, that pattern that made his omega squirm. He would find it and do it. Over and over and over again.
Soon Vesemir would have Jaskier down too. Locked away in his bones, ready for the omega to pull out.
The alphas fingers worked quickly rubbing into his clit watching the omegas eyes unfocus and close.
He worked him a while like that. Jaskier moaning info the back of his hand his elbow bending towards the side. His eyes still locked on the alpha.
When the omega was finally desperate enough morning and shaking his hips in want the alpha finally tilted his hips to the side pushing the omegas hips up so he could lean down the bed. The alphas large right shoulder pushing into the sheets and the alpha holding open his leg.
Jaskier sighed at the angle. His legs fully spread in a deep squat. He watched as the alphas fingers entered him.
The omegas rosy blush ruddy across his cheeks and nose. His long lashes curled in tears of pleasure.
Vesemir let out a low pleased sound at the feeling inside of the young beautiful omega. Warm and silken. The omegas sweet honey scent was everywhere. He could feel it in his nose, his throat, he wanted to be covered in it. He wanted to bury himself so deep inside the omega.
Jaskier just moaned at the long, full fingers worked into his body, curling and stretching at each long drag.
The omegas lower body parting in a desperate thrust the alpha worked his middle and ring fingers in, speeding up his moves and rising to catch the omegas eyes.
Jaskier desperately keened as his glassy eyes met the alphas keen hot gaze. His hips were moving desperately against the air, his hands curling around the alphas broad shoulders. Vesemir held his gaze and sped up his movement focusing on finding the spot that made the omega squeal.
“Oh sweet omega. You are so beautiful.” The alpha rumbled.
Jaskier just moaned in response lost to his pleasure and hormones. His senses were overloading. The stretch of the fingers was dazzling with pleasure. Like stars behind his eyes each brush of the alphas long strokes and he was free wheeling into space once more. The alphas deep rumble was his tether. He nodded his head rushed.
Desperate. Desperate and empty.
“Oh my, ‘mega” the alpha said sweetly. Grinning at the sounds of his fingers squelching into the omegas core.
Jaskier just whined back his eyes dipping down half closed the slick movement making his brain feel like it was melting. He looked up desperately at the alpha and as Vesemirs fingers got quicker and quicker the omega began to get louder and louder.
Their movement and noise were quickly tumbling into a fast rhythm. The omega winding with tension from his own pleasure.
Jaskier suddenly gasped, overwhelmed by pleasure. His head tilted back against the sheets and he grabbed at the alpha’s shoulders mumbling, “Alpha” And “Vesemir” over and over again. After another slick hot minute he gasped and moaned,
“‘m cu-cumming.”
Ending with a brief silence, of pulsing and blinding pleasure.
Jaskiers eyes, half-lidded in pleasure rolled back in his head. He gasped and his hips jumped forward.
he let out a deep groan ending in a weak and soft
“Alpha…”
——
Notes:
This chapter includes: Vaginal Fingering, Kissing, Grinding
*note: in this fic all omegas have vaginas and but male omegas are only fertile during their heats.*
Chapter 4: Part IV
Summary:
Sorry that this update took so long. This is probably the dirtiest thing I have ever written and I was negotiating whether or not I wanted this on my digital footprint.
Hope other freaks like me enjoy ;)
Thanks for reading!
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Jaskier woke in his bed alone.
Vesemir gone.
Just because the boys weren’t around right now, didn’t mean the work stopped. Vesemir was probably down clearing out the stables or chopping wood.
The white soft sheets pooled around him. It took a moment or two before he remembered the night before. A hot blush coated his cheeks. He rose quickly and dressed.
Once he was dressed in a plain tunic and pants he grabbed up the sheets and brought them to the laundry. It was one task that he had started to do.
He enjoyed having something to do and he didn’t mind the work. They had a good sized pile of laundry that was ready to be washed and so he filled a rolling cart and brought the pile to the large basin in a large room adjacent to the kitchen.
The small room off of the kitchen was bright with the sunlight shining through the tall ancient windows. The lattice bars created a pattern over the floors.
Lighting the fire and filling the basin took a few minutes. The water warmed and he added the sheets and soap.
After that the work was simple but tiring. He couldn’t help but retrace the night before in his head. The tangle of their lips, the feeling of the alphas fingers, the stars behind his eyes.
Goddess it was good. Jaskier thought that it would be more frightening or weird. It felt oddly familiar. He even found himself hoping it happened again. And again. And again. And again.
He shook his head as he finished scrubbing out the sheets. Perhaps he should be embarrassed by the level of the pleasure that he had felt. How hot that he got with only the slightest touch from the alpha.
The way that Vesemir looked at him made it difficult though. His eyes were always so insistent and true. He felt beautiful, when the alpha looked at him.
It made him wonder about the other alphas that he was slowly becoming close too. The young Witchers gazes upon him in the bath, the dazzling pleasure he felt under their attention.
He was beginning to get so light headed at the thought that he had to take a break out in the courtyard before returning to his work.
These alphas were going to kill him.
——
And happen again it did. For the next three nights after dinner they would wind down together, dressing in their nightclothes. When the candle was blown out Vesemir would wrap his omega in his arms. After a while of them holding each other Jaskier would kiss him.
After that it was like a run away horse. Passionate and deep Vesemirs hands would find their way up his shift, fingers curling into his heat. The light of the moon and the slight glow of the Witchers eyes allowed them to see one another.
Jaskier had tried to reach for the alphas trousers a few times but Vesemir always stopped him. They would fall asleep together.
It was the last day before the boys were supposed to return when Jaskier had begun to be tired of being the only one touched.
He had never would have believed it five months ago but he was desperate to touch the man. His arms and chest drove home crazy, his wide hands and soft grip made his head spin. He was always so sure and calm, slowly taking apart the omega with ease and efficiency. Ready to give Jaskier what he wanted.
Jaskier wanted to watch Vesemir fall apart. He wanted to see what made the alpha go nuts. So he spent a morning cleaning windows around the keep and building up his courage.
That afternoon when Vesemir came in for lunch the omega was basically shaking with anticipation. He had practiced in his mind what was going to happen. He would seduce the Witcher and kiss him. Slowly lead him up to their chambers and…well he hadn’t thought that far yet.
Except none of that happened. Instead Vesemir filled each of their plates with food and sat them down at the table across from Jaskier. He had just settled into his own chair when the omega suddenly said,
“I want to use my mouth.”
The alpha knitted his brows and didn’t glance up from his food, “of course. you need to use your mouth to eat.”
“I want to use my mouth on you, alpha.” Jaskier said quickly.
At that the alphas spoon fell cluttering on the table. His eyes shot wide and turned up to the omega finally taking a good look at him.
Jaskier was sitting with his hands clenched as they rested on the table. His cheeks were bright red and his eyes glanced at the table. He shifted in his seat clearly trying to calm the growing heat between his legs.
Oh.
He had been neglecting his omega. Vesemir realized suddenly.
At the long pause Jaskier couldn’t help but whine. Tears growing in the corner of his eyes in embarrassment, “Alpha”
Vesemir stood suddenly reaching the other side of the table and dropping to his knees. He turned the omega to face him and he grabbed a hold of each side of Jaskiers face.
“Can I take you to our room, little one?” Vesemir asked forcing the omega to look him in the eye.
Jaskier sighed in relief. “Yes, please”
Vesemir almost collapsed at the sweet pleading. God he is a fool.
It was like lesson number two. Always pay attention. Every omega was different. You never know what an omega may need it is important to listen and be attentive.
The omega had reached for him each night. He had brushed him off as a kindness not wanting the omega to do anything that he didn’t want to do. He was trying to speak for his omega. He had to trust Jaskier to tell him what he wants.
And if Jaskier wanted to…god… suck his cock. Then, he would happily oblige.
He lifted the omega into his arms and ran up the stairs. He spoke low and calm into the side of the omegas head as he shouldered the door open.
“You are so brave for telling me what you need, little one. I’m sorry I did not listen to you. I will be better.”
The omega whined at his deep voice rumbling through his chest. The alpha walked to the bed and sit the omega on it.
“Can you wait here for me, omega?”
Jaskiers eyes blinked lazily back at him before he nodded.
The alpha made quick work getting ready. He grabbed a large flat cushion from a couch near by and the smaller cushion for the omega to rest on if needed. He pulled off his shirt and turned looking at the omega.
Jaskier was undoing his own doublet and peeling it back. Vesemir had loved their nightly ritual, enjoying the feeling of being able to reach out and feel the omega. But this, to watch jaskier undress in the light of day made the alpha want to howl.
Jaskier looked up at the alpha and before he could move the omega held a hand. Signaling for Vesemir to stay. He finished putting the doublet aside and reached for his boots.
Vesemir froze in anticipation and surprise. This…he could have never imagined this.
Slowly the omega pulled off his boots and then his trousers and drawers.
His thin white shift/shirt fell to about four inches above his knee. The bright afternoon sun allowed Vesemir to see the pale expanse of skin through the thin fabric.
The omega watched the alpha through his eye lashes and he slowly walked to the cushion that Vesemir had sat down. The alpha was already half hard as the omega slowly lowered himself to his knees.
Graceful and beautiful settled his knees together and sat on his heels. His chin was high and he licked his lips.
Vesemir shivered and finally walked to him. He first leaned down so they were eye to eye leaning in for a deep kiss, “you are sure?”
The omega nodded and grinned, “I’m sure.”
The alpha nodded and smiled pulling slightly at his hair. “You are so beautiful omega. I’m so lucky to have you.”
The omega ducked his head and pushed slightly at his shoulder. “Yes. Yes. I know”
He was impatient to finally get to do this.
Vesemir chuckled to himself and got to his feet. He put his hands behind his back and stuck his hips out, determined to make this pleasurable for his omega as well. Jaskier reached up slowly eyeing the clear tent in his pants.
His thin pale fingers slowly untangled his breeches and pulled apart the leather. Slowly the pants slid down his hips revealing his manhood.
Jaskier sat transfixed a moment staring at the appendage. He slowly pulled his pants down his thighs wanting to get a full picture.
Vesemir grabbed his hands suddenly and carefully he took his pants from them. Jaskier froze suddenly unsure of himself.
“Don’t worry, little one.” He kissed Jaskiers forehead and began slipping off the pants completely. “I just want it to be easy for you.”
Jaskier nodded and the alpha once more rose to his full height. He looked down and almost groaned.
Jaskier sat on his knees face close to the alphas hips. Vesemirs heavy cock swung out showing his growing hardness. The big blue eyes and pouty pink lips were enticing.
Jaskier noticed the alphas gaze and he slowly pulled his collar wider revealing the expanse of pale skin of his neck and shoulders. He eventually reached out and wrapped his fingers around the alpha.
He was so big, the skin soft like velvet. The head was a deep red, almost purple with its pulsing. So warm, jaskier thought blearily as he moved his hand slowly.
Without any wetness it was difficult and so the omega moved to amend that. He carefully leaned in and angled the head up. Starting at the base he licked his flattened tongue from the base to the head, ending with a wet opened mouth kiss.
The alpha let out a heavy breath. Jaskier smiled. It was working. The salty taste in his mouth was nice.
He leaned back in and did the same thing. Next he slowly placed open mouth kisses across the skin on the shaft enjoying how the alphas eyes squeezed shut as his tongue traced the veins.
Finally he sat back, admiring the slick skin and watching Vesemir wrestle his composure.
“Alpha.” The alphas eyes were still shut. Jaskier reached for his hand which was clenched at his side. “Alpha, please look at me.”
Vesemirs eyes snapped open, his fingers tangling with Jaskiers.
Once their eyes met, the omega leaned forward. He held eye contact had he opened his mouth and let the alphas cock slide into his mouth.
He watched as the cat eyes dilated, taking in each detail as he leaned forward, wrapping his lips around and sucking.
The alpha finally moaned, the wet heat around him was sweltering.
The omega quickly got the hang of it after that. He bobbed his head, avoiding the teeth and hollowing his cheeks enjoying the deep moans coming from above. Eventually the omega took the alphas fingers and led it to his own hair wanting to feel his touch, his presence always.
The alpha obliged, and threw his head back as Jaskier dove straight back in. The wet noise of his mouth was loud in the quiet room.
——-
The Witcher trainees had come home almost an entire day early. Wanting to return to the omega as soon as possible.
They knew what the week had truly been for. The omega had been jumpy since the bath disaster. Vesemir wanted him to be perfectly comfortable when he had first touched the omega.
They were all dying to know the success of his endeavor. Lambert had asked the first night, staring into the flurry of snow covering the path, “do you think Vesemir is doing it now? touching him. God I hope we can smell it still when we get back.”
The other two Witchers had nodded in desperate silence. They didn’t end up resting all that much after that. Quickly getting to the spot on the map, hunting down the cockatrice with frightening speed and killing it with an even more frightening calmness. Once they had loaded up the collected feathers they were hiking back to the keep.
Their minds were too busy picturing their omega, writhing in pleasure warm in the keep.
Thus, they came to the keep almost 17 hours early. All three lugging their bags and items from the hunt in a sled behind them.
They got to the castle with no trouble expecting to find Vesemir waiting at the door with a knowing look.
Maybe Jaskier would be in the kitchens cooking. The food was always better when he made it for them. They walked into the main hall ripping off their scarves and hats, that had protected them from the wind. Beating their boots against the stone and making their way to the fire blazing.
Suddenly Geralt stopped half way into the halls his arms flying out across his brothers chests. He nose was in the air like he was a blood hound chasing a scent.
The brothers instinctively focused their senses trying to chase their brothers.
At first, nothing. Then.
Click. Click. “‘Mega” click
The sound of wetness, a mouth. The soft rubbing of skin on skin. The rustle of fingers in hair.
But the most damning evidence was the breaths. Zeroing in on the bedroom they heard the uneven breaths between moves, the soft alternating huff of air between wet slides.
A soft hum would sometimes chase it. They had heard that voice in their dreams, a pause and a louder pop, “Alpha.”
Oh gods.
The Witchers took off running.
——
Vesemir would blame the fact that he is getting old or the wet slides of the omegas lips as the reason why it took him so long to realize but later he would come to realize that honestly he didn’t care.
The ground could have opened him up and swallowed him whole and he probably wouldn’t have paid it no mind. Jaskier was currently making him melt, he felt like his brain would tumble out of his head. He couldn’t peel his eyes away glued to the soft plush lips that left strands of clear saliva.
Jaskier looked lovely like this. Blue eyes were heavy he looked blissed out. Like he loved it. His hair mussed and a ruddy red blush on his cheeks and chest. Saliva dripped down his chin and Vesemir found an odd pleasure in using his thumb to collect it.
He pulled himself from his lips and gently guided the omegas mouth to his thumb. He rubbed the drool and precum into his tongue watching as Jaskier closed his lips around and sucked that too.
Click. Click. “‘Mega.” Click.
Jaskier bobbed his head a few times, putting on a show. Vesemir held his breath as the omega popped his mouth off. He looked his alpha in the eyes and guided the wide head back to his lips.
He whispered into the satin skin, “alpha.”
He groaned as the wet heat opened again, swallowing him in. For a few more moments it was just them two, the bob of the omegas head and his wet heat. Suddenly Vesemir heard it.
A few seconds later Jaskier heard it too. The heavy footsteps stumbling down the hall. Running.
He pulled his head up and glanced at the door freezing. The stomping foot steps continued down the wooden hallway with the creaking wood. A few small shuffles clearly pushing in shoving in haste to reach the door. Where it all suddenly stopped.
A few seconds past, quiet from the outside of the door. Jaskier sat back on his heels watching the door before turning up at Vesemir.
The alphas rolled his eyes in clear exasperation. Such puppies.
He stepped away from Jaskier slowly carefully making his steps silent as he made his way to the door. Still naked he waited a few more seconds before raising his fist up.
Quickly bringing it down to hit the middle of the wood in a loud and sudden, ‘Bang! Bang! Bang!’
Jaskier giggled at the loud noise of stumbling and cursing the trick clearly having had worked. The alpha then pulled open the door leaving his unclothed waist behind the wood, showing Jaskier a clear view of the pile of Witchers in the hall.
“What the fuck are you idiots doing?! Even the omega heard you coming, and he doesn’t even have enhanced hearing!” He waved his hand towards the room vaguely.
Three sets of cat eyes jumped into the room. They saw Vesemir clearly nude and behind him in the middle of the room sat the omega, on his knees on a couch cushion. His lips were bright red and slick. His hair mussed and his collar widened to reveal his skin. There was no hiding what they had been doing mere moments before.
The omega grinned at the shocked expression on their faces and slowly raised his hand in a slow and slightly awkward wave.
“It seems a few days away and you have already lost your manners. A few laps around the lake should help remind you.” Vesemir said to himself watching the alphas’ pants slowly tent. “Well, what are you waiting for?! Go!”
All three alphas got up and sprinted. Vesemir spoke normally knowing they would be listening, “I will be down in an hour. Any one tries to come back to the keep early or listen in will be severely punished.”
He closed the door and turned back into the room. Jaskier was grinning and standing from his spot on the floor. He opened his mouth to speak, walking towards the alpha.
Vesemir raised his hand to pause, quickly walking over to the balcony doors. “They can still hear.”
He swung them open and walked out onto to the patio. He walked to the edge and looked down. “Keep running pups! I want to see you sprint all the way down!”
Jaskier laughed and walked to the balcony doors leaning against the stone. He know he probably looked like a fool, an incredibly fond expression was no doubt gracing his features. After a few moments Vesemir watched the three figures get smaller and smaller.
Once sure that they were gone he turned back towards the room. Hustling the omega back into the warmth.
“I’m sorry little one. Sometimes I am shocked at how stupid they are for you.”
Jaskier giggled and sighed walking into his arms.
“It’s fine. I…I kind of like it. It makes me feel…wanted.” Jaskier admitted suddenly shy.
The alpha chuckled, “oh trust me…you are very. Very wanted.” He leaned down planting a kiss on the omegas lips.
suddenly the kiss turned passionate, jaskier leaning into the alphas arms.
“We need to finish what we were doing,” Jaskier mumbled as the alpha mouthed at his jaw.
“Hmmm. I have a different idea. One that can make us both happy.”
——-
“Are you sure about this?” Jaskier asked, looking down. “I don’t want you to hurt you.”
The alphas deep baritone comforted him as he chuckled darkly. “Sweet little omega. You could never hurt me.”
Vesemir had coaxed the omega onto the bed. The alpha laid in the center with his head on a pillow. He had helped Jaskied slip the shift off and had encouraged the young man to sit at the top of the pillow. Each leg on each side of his head, he looked nervous, but not scared.
Slowly Vesemir reached both of his hands up and lay them across the omegas thighs and hips. He guided him down the bed, craning his neck to guide his lips to Jaskiers core.
Before Jaskier could prepare the hot wet slide of the alphas tongue breached his folds, diving into the sticky slick gathering there. He pulled back for a moment and the omega blushed harder at the clear sniff. The alpha was smelling him. Tasting him.
Jaskiers hand came to the alphas chest holding himself steady as the alpha suddenly dove back in. Tongue and lips working between slow deep kisses and swipes of flat tongue. Jaskier squirmed and moaned the hot tingle growing in his lower belly.
He was getting wetter and wetter, Vesemirs mouth making indecent sounds against him. He moved like he was starving for it. His hands grasped around the top of Jaskiers shaking hips pulling him directly down, forcing the omega to put all of his weight onto his face. Jaskier would have expected shock, instead the alpha let out the loudest and deepest moan of the night.
He was so hard. The omega could watch his hips thrust into the air as he groaned into his core. The alpha was so clearly into it. Grinding his mouth into Jaskier and sucking furiously. Jaskier couldn’t help but moan reaching behind himself to grasp the alphas hair. He suddenly couldn’t help himself from embarrassingly grinding his hips down.
The alpha stuck his tongue out obediently and let the omega grind down, chasing his own pleasure.
Jaskier came with a shout, clear liquid shooting out of his cunt and all over Vesemirs jaw and chest.
Jaskier came down slowly, breathing heavily as he lifted his hips. He looked down to spot the alpha still under him slowly licking and kissing his thighs. Chasing his slick, jaskier realized hazily.
Jaskier refused to let up so quickly however deciding to crawl forward while the alpha was focused. He lined his head to the alphas hips and grasped at his cock.
Vesemirs hips stuttered at the touch and he looked the the omegas face. Jaskier tried his best to look calm and confident. He was going to make his alpha feel good too.
Vesemir nodded in response and quickly adjusted them once more. The omegas limbs were softer and weaker since his recent orgasm so he guided him to his side. His hips and side flush with the bed he leaned him onto a pillow and opened the omegas legs. This position allowed for jaskier to still reach the alpha with his mouth while the alpha could reach the omegas glistening folds with his own.
Jaskier began again, the new angle was different but ever clever, the young omega picked it up quickly. Finding the right angle to make the alpha moan. Suddenly he felt Vesemirs fingers on him too. A long finger entering him slowly.
The omega couldn’t help but moan around Vesemir. Slowly the alpha rocked his fingers in and out. The wet noises echoing more and more around the room. Each getting faster and faster. Vesemir began to stutter first. He was so desperately turned on at this point the smell and taste of the omegas spent on his face had drove him mad with lust. He could barely hold back as the omegas lips wrapped around him once more, his small pale fingers gliding over what couldn’t fit.
His hips suddenly stuttered and Jaskiers head was pulled back gently as the alpha suddenly sat up turning the omega to his back and straddling his chest. Vesemir leaned over him his hand working himself quickly, in two strokes he suddenly froze eyes squeezing shut and entire body freezing. Bound tight light a bow string before he grunted shooting his spend across Jaskiers collar bones a few streaks making it to his chin and across his rosy lips.
The alpha groaned as he lightly rubbed himself, milking the last bit onto the omega before slowly massaging it into his milky skin.
Jaskier looked up through his lashes, his blue eyes were so big. He was so beautiful. He smiled at his alpha, “did that feel good?” He said cheekily, clearly pleased with himself.
Vesemir couldn’t seem to care and slowly crawled back down the omegas body until they were face to face once more. He kissed him, chasing his own taste before pulling back.
“Oh omega. You were so good. You are so good.” He slowly kissed down his neck onto his chest. He leaned down pressing a sweet kiss on the pink puffy nipple. “My best little one. So sweet. So good.”
Jaskier shivered. The words sending heat back down to his hips. The alpha made it to his hips slowly guiding his hips up and propping them on a pillow.
“So what will it be then. For your final climax would you like my fingers or my mouth” the alpha asked slyly guiding Jaskiers white soft thighs over his shoulder.
“Oh alpha” jaskier moaned, “both please! Give me both.”
Vesemir smirked as he pulled apart the omegas legs. The setting sun shined through the room, soft orange and pink lighting on the omega wet and squirming into his arms. Jaskier had a little dusting of dark curly hair, and nicely plump lips below.
Vesemir loved it. He loved seeing Jaskier spread apart, a delicious feast all for him. He couldn’t imagine anything better. He couldn’t help but
lean in slowly pecking the omega in a chaste kiss. “Your lips are sweet down here too.” He rumbled into his core.
Jaskier squirmed using his hands to cover his face. It was so embarrassing, the alphas gaze, his words. There was no more hiding himself. Not from Vesemir.
The omega whined at the alpha. Vesemir smirked and eventually leaned down spreading Jaskier and diving in. He quickly worked him on his tongue before eventually sliding in his fingers. The activity of the afternoon allowing for the slick glide of his fingers to be easy and painless.
Jaskier lifted his head and watched as the alpha angled his hips and slowly guided his fingers in and out. Slowly and methodically watching the omegas expression. His blue eyes blown wide watching the long full fingers dive into his center.
The fingers would pull back and then slowly enter back in with a wet gush. Every time his tips entered to the deepest part Jaskiers legs would bend, he neck craning and his eye lids dipping. It felt so good.
Vesemir did that for a while watching Jaskier melt slowly into the feeling. Eventually he decided it was time. He pulled Jaskiers legs apart with his hands, leading him to grab his own thighs. “Hold yourself open for me, little one. I’m going to make you cum now.”
He crooked his fingers up, pushing at the spongy spot at the front of his insides. He leaned his head back down slowly holding eye contact before he slowly licked at the omegas clit.
He teased for a moment, “soon, we will have help. You won’t need to hold yourself open for me. One of the pups will help.”
Jaskier moaned louder at the thought. “You like that huh?” Vesemir chuckled and licked again. “You like the idea of the boys here. It’s why you were so calm earlier huh? You wanted them to stay. To hear you.”
Jaskiers moans we’re getting louder and louder he was getting so wet. Vesemir sped up his fingers driving it at the perfect angle to make him keen.
“Soon they will join us. They will be here to hold you open. They will watch and ache as I teach them how to lick you. How to kiss you right where you like it.” Jaskier threw back his head and Vesemir crooked his fingers and moved impossibly faster clamping his mouth over Jaskiers clit and sucking.
The omega bucked into his hands crying out and coming.
——
Geralts footsteps slowed as they reached the cabin by the lake. The cabin had been an old fishing hut, barely standing next to the water, its wood slowly rotting with time. However, it still had a door. Before he could reach it a foot suddenly appeared in front of his. He was barely able to push out his hands to catch himself before he hit the dirt. He looked up to see Lambert run past him, the biggest shit-eating grin on his face. Before he could reach the door however Eskel suddenly stepped up to him grabbing the youngest Witcher by the collar and pulling him away from the door like an angry kitten.
The door slammed shut behind Eskel and Lambert stood, immediately banging on the wood and yelling, “hey! Wait! It’s big enough for both of us.”
“No! Find your own cabin.” Eskels voice came from the door.
Geralt was sitting by now and couldn’t help but laugh at Lamberts huff in annoyance. The white haired alpha stood and brushed off his pants turning towards the tree line, “I will go over here. You go somewhere else.”
Lambert was already heading for the other side of the clearing.
Geralt found a rather large tree where there was a spot empty of snow. He could already hear Eskel working himself, he tried to block out the noise as he focused on his own breeches. It only took moments and his mind was racing. Conjuring images of their omega.
God, it was like a dream.
The picture was embedded into his eye lids. It was easy to conjure it, jaskier standing in the baths, naked and pink. Sitting on his knees, licking his lips, his skin was so soft and pale. He wondered what it would look like covered in his spend.
Geralts head hit the bark behind him. He wanted to run back up to the castle rip the door off its hinges. He could hunt down the omega and stick his nose where his scent was the strongest. Honey and vanilla.
He chased the scent that was still on his clothes quickly spitting into his palm. This would go quickly.
“Hey! I think I can smell him from here!” He heard Lambert yell.
The cabin door swung open with a deafening crack.
“Seriously?!” Eskel yelled.
Geralt looked around the trunk of the tree. Lambert was laying in the grass shameless as his hand worked in quick strokes. In the middle of the fucking clearing, thrusting into his own fist.
The biggest shit-eating grin was on his face, “made you look.”
Eskel groaned and thumped back into the cabin.
Soon they were all finished cleaning their hands and stomachs with the water of the lake.
“My dick is going to fall off soon.” Lambert said pacing.
Geralt shook his head as he retied his breeches closed.
“Gods, Lamb would you stop complaining. We are all getting tired of hearing it.” Eskel sighed fixing his own shirt.
“No! I won’t!” Lambert yelled indignant. “I don’t understand why we are here and the old wolf gets to be up there enjoying Jaskier!”
“It’s not for Vesemir.” Geralt said, walking to a stone where he could sit and see the balcony of the keep. “It’s for Jaskier. It is important that an omega feels comfortable.”
“Oh god. Save the textbook quotes!” Lambert groaned and rolled his eyes.
“It’s true though.” Eskel said throwing a stone into the calm waters.
“Jaskier has known Vesemir the longest. He is the best to help the omega settle in here. It doesn’t help that every time we get within a mile of the omega we act like feral dogs.”
Lambert huffed and threw his hands up like a petulant toddler. “Well we can’t help that can we? How can one omega smell so damn good!?”
At that he huffed and sat.
Geralt wanted to throw a rock at his head, “Vesemir said it would get better once we are mates. We should all calm down and get used to his scent.”
“Well when is that supposed to happen?”
“Soon…once jaskier is comfortable enough and settled enough to have his heat.”
Lambert groaned and lay his head down.
“My dick is going to fall off.”
Eskel turned and tackled the youngest Witcher.
There were two ways to let off some steam, masturbate or fight. They did the first, now it was time for the second. They knew Vesemir would be down soon with grueling and borderline torturous “training” exercises. Geralt hoped that perhaps the old Witcher wouldn’t wash up before he came down. Maybe they could still get a whiff of the omegas scent.
He sighed at the balcony once more and jumped on his brothers.
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Notes:
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