#omega Jaskier

[thedemonofcat]

Omegaverse Au:

Despite popular belief, Jaskier and Geralt had never actually mated. Unlike most Omegas, Jaskier never wanted to settle down and have kids. As for Geralt, despite being the ideal Alpha, he always maintained that a witcher’s life wasn't suited for having a mate.

Still, people insisted on calling Jaskier the witcher’s Omega.

Even after Geralt left him, Jaskier was still referred to as belonging to Geralt. It's becoming increasingly difficult for Jaskier to cope with being alone when everyone views him as Geralt's property.

[eggcompany]

Julian, On My Knees Part1

Young, broke, omega Julian Pankratz, Jaskier, finds a place to live. Sharing a nice little flat in the good part of town with a fit older alpha who's daughter just moved out. The room is perfect, his own bathroom, and his flatmate is probably the most gentle yet stern, buff and beautiful, and sweetest smelling alpha he's ever encountered. It's just perfect

At least he thought so. Stupid thin walls, stupid heat brain.

“Hi! You must be Mister Rivia! I’m Julian Alfred but everyone calls me Jaskier. It’s wonderful to make your acquaintance.” The young man said quickly, in a chirpy way as his hand stuck out as soon as the front door swung open. His eyes squinted with how widely he smiled, the picture of happiness and joy. 

Geralt shook his hand, taking in the chipper man. 

He was nearly as tall as the older alpha, which was surprising but welcomed. He’d be able to reach all the shelves, Geralt thought as he took stock. The boy had messy brown hair and a round baby face. Soft pink cheeks, sparkling blue eyes, smooth summer sun tinted skin, clean and nice. So much more beautiful than his profile picture. 

Geralt nodded, turning to let the omega into the apartment, waving him in with a hand. 

“Hmm, this is the flat. Bathroom’s over there. I have my own so that’s yours. That’s my room, you can knock if you need anything, I work from home mostly. There’s a mini fridge in your room, it’s older but if you want it out, I can remove it. The living room, the kitchen, I prep my food so please don’t mess with my containers. I split it down the middle with electric tape to make it easier but it’s not a strict line.” Geralt explained as he walked the other man around the house, pointing at doors. He couldn’t help but glance at the wide smile on the omega’s face. 

He’d explained the apartment over text when the boy said he was interested. It didn’t take Geralt long to take the ad down and decide Julian Pankratz was the only applicant. He was young, only 22 years old, worked part time at a coffee shop and part time riding his bike around delivering food. He was an aspiring musician, liked staying in and watching movies, didn’t have many friends in the city, and most importantly, he was an unwed, unmated Omega. Someone who wouldn’t be bringing another alpha into the house at all hours of the night stinking up Geralt’s space. 

Geralt knew another alpha in the house would only cause trouble. Betas didn’t like all the rules about scenting in Geralt’s building, and most of the Omegas interested so far were 18 year olds who wanted someone to look after them once they left their parents house. 

Julian, Jaskier, was different. He’d said he wanted some freedom and space, just wanting one person to live with so he didn’t get lonely but would let him be his own person. Someone to have his back and talk to but wouldn’t smother him or try to parent him. Seemed like a good fit. 

Geralt smiled a bit, amused, when Jaskier’s eyes widened and explored the kitchen, opening the fridge and cabinets. He almost forgot what it was like to be around someone with enthusiasm about everyday things, a youthful bounce in their step. 

Jaskier couldn’t hold in his excitement. The space was big and open, cool grey flooring with a big rug in the living room and well loved black leather couch and matching recliner, the tv was huge, the kitchen was huge, the cabinets were spacious, the fridge was big and had a nice freezer, and it smelled amazing, like warmth and clean laundry and a little like leather shoes. It was so much bigger than what Jaskier was hoping for, and so much bigger than what it should be for the price they had agreed to. 

“Wow this is nice! I’m so excited! The last flat I was in had two bedrooms and I lived with seven people. I’ll make sure to pay rent on time and keep my space clean, sir. But um… can I ask you something about the room?” Jaskier asked as they made their way to the slightly ajar door. He stopped short of it, not reaching for the doorknob but standing patiently. 

Geralt waited a minute for the boy to continue but Jaskier was waiting for the Alpha’s permission. Geralt liked that, it was respectful and pet something ingrained in his mind. 

“Yes?” Geralt asked as he stood beside the door he’d freshly painted, a nice light nearly white. He watched the omega look down at the floor, cheeks turning a cherry color. They had discussed house rules, rules for the complex, rent payments, but not quite the details of the actual. Apart from the contents and size. 

“I'm an omega. I… have quite um veracious heats. Are the walls…?” Jaskier said in a timid way, embarrassment burning inside of him. He’d only told Mister Rivia that he was an omega, he’d felt it was inappropriate to talk about his heats and such over text. He wanted to make a good impression on the alpha, didn’t want him to think he was some floozy puppy looking for a mate and a free bed. He was a grown man, he wanted the alpha to see that. Even if he still had to ask about the ventilation and soundproofing. 

Geralt understood immediately though, having had the room remodeled after Cirilla had presented. He wasn’t shy about omegan issues, he had an omegan daughter, and had dealt with her issues. Not much scared him anymore. Nothing is more exhausting than a thirteen year old omega who wasn’t scared to leave the house in her pajamas, barefoot, to walk two miles to McDonalds if you didn’t wake up fast enough. 

Geralt wasn’t a blushing twenty year old alpha anymore, after all. He could handle having a screaming banshee in the house for a few days a month. 

“Yes, soundproof and insulated. You have your own thermostat, the door has a seal around it, and there are extra ventilation vents that lead out and not to the rest of the apartment or building. I had it specially remodeled to be… as comfortable as possible for an omega.” Geralt explained and pushed the door open, welcoming Jaskier inside. He stood by the door, wanting to keep the separation of Omegan Space and General Space very stark. 

Jaskier walked in, eyes looking at the ten foot ceiling, the calm blue walls, the plush grey carpet, and the still plastic wrapped mattress Mister Rivia said would be provided sitting on a black metal bed frame that had a spiral patterned head and footboard. It was bare but somehow he could already picture where he’d put his things, hang his posters and pictures. 

He looked at the closet with its louvered doors and the big window overlooking the park that was spread out next to the building. He could open it and get good fresh air or the warm sun, and hear the rain at night. 

“Wow… This is amazing, really. So much space and such soft carpeting… so plush. I'm really really happy. Thank you Mr. Rivia! I’ll go get the rest of my stuff, just a couple bags and my instruments and my ikea shelves.” Jaskier thanked graciously, and happily, nearly skipped, to the front door. The alpha was right behind him, grabbing some keys from the rings by the door. 

“I’ll help you. I have your copy of the key in my truck anyway.” Geralt said and couldn’t help the small smile that smirked on his lips at the omega’s genuine response. 

“Oh, thank you, dear.” Jaskier said as he slipped his shoes back on and opened the front door. He couldn’t help but feel giddy. He’d always dreamed of a place like this. So what if he had a smoking hot roommate who smelled so nice, it was only a bonus. He couldn’t wait to get the plastic off that bed and sleep alone for the first time in… since he moved out of his parent’s house. 

It was like heaven already. 

~~~~~

Geralt was surprised about how much he enjoyed another man’s presence in his home. He liked the sound of Jaskier cooking in the kitchen, he liked that the omega would leave his bathroom door open after he got a shower and his scented steam would waft out, all honey sweet and warm, he liked that Jaskier would come quietly sit down and watch TV with him if he heard a show come on. 

He liked when Jaskier sat on the kitchen counters under the bright white lights to tweak and fix his old second hand instruments. He liked that Jaskier would talk and talk, about his job, customers, his music, anything in the world and not get offended when Geralt didn’t answer. The alpha found it soothing to have the chatter while eating dinner or breakfast. He liked that Jaskier hummed as he did laundry or washed dishes or swept, tunes that he’d hear on a guitar or keyboard after a few weeks. Geralt felt less lonely, like the hollow feeling he felt after Cirilla moved out was being filled, not in the same way his daughter’s presence did, no not at all, it was an all new feeling. It was nice.

Jaskier loved living in the apartment. He could open up his window and smoke when he got itchy for a cigarette, he could work late into the night and not worry about making too much noise, he could masturbate and not worry about the smell or his sounds, and Mister Rivia let him watch TV with him. 

He loved that. He loved sitting by the older alpha, eating dinner with him, greeting him in the morning. He loved that Mister Rivia would ask him if he had a good day at work or if he was cold or if he got wet by the rain and then tell him to get a warm shower and put on some dry clothes before dinner. He liked that when he forgot his work apron and his name tag and his jacket, Mister Rivia caught him in the lobby of the building, all three in his hand and a gentle finger wag. 

He loved being looked after. It wasn’t overbearing, it was sweet. 

They were happy together, Geralt made sure Jaskier knew when to be out of the apartment when his daughter or ex-wife was visiting, sending Jaskier off with a few dollars to get coffee or a snack. Jaskier gave Geralt ample warning when he was going into heat, making sure the alpha was okay with him to heat in the apartment before locking himself away in his room for a few days. 

There were a few hiccups. Geralt had a yelling match in his office which made Jaskier cry and hide away at his friend’s house till Geralt called him, and swore it wouldn’t happen again. Jaskier came home drunk, very drunk, and fell asleep half hung over his toilet, naked from the waist up, shoes left in the middle of the floor, front door left unlocked. Geralt had given him a strong talking to. 

‘That is not safe Julian. If you ever get that drunk, where you can’t keep yourself on your own feet, you call me. At least then I can lock our front door.’ Jaskier had sniffled and nodded, making sure he had Geralt on speed dial. 

And the one time they actually argued. Four months in and they had a fight. Jaskier wanted to hang up a new poster, a big framed thing. But he didn’t ask where the step ladder was and thought it was too rude to stand on a dining room chair. So he stood on his computer chair. And left his bedroom door open. 

Geralt had come home from a meeting at the office, tired and uncomfortable in his tailored suit. He’d barely broken the entryway when he heard Jaskier scream out in fear. He found Jaskier crying, hand over his bloody knee. He was first concerned and scared but once he saw it was just carpet burn, and noticed the computer chair was tipped and the half hung poster, he was angry. He barely kept his voice from rising as Jaskier cried, yelling back.

 ‘I’m a grown man, I can do it by myself!’ Jaskier had shouted, shoving away Geralt's concerned hands. 

‘Obviously, if you used the right things. You should never stand on a swivel chair, Julian, You can be as grown as you want as long as you use your head! Don’t be stupid Julian. Think.’ Geralt had reprimanded, leaving a hand to help Jaskier to his feet. Jaskier had pouted and stomped to the bathroom, slamming the door. Geralt had huffed and slammed his own door. 

Jaskier apologized and looked like a dog, tail tucked between his legs. 

‘I’m sorry. Just got scared.’ 

‘I forgive you. You know where the step ladder is, next time, use it. Please’ 

And all was set back to normal. 

Month after month, five had passed, their few disagreements passed easily, and soon Jaskier had been there for Christmas. 

They had exchanged small gifts. Jaskier got Geralt a pair of new blue slippers because ‘Geralt yours are ugly and old, look these have really good insoles!’, and Geralt got Jaskier a nesting bundle of music print blankets and pillows.

 Jaskier had cried and told Geralt that it wasn’t fair and that he shouldn’t have spent so much money, ‘Jaskier would it make you feel better if I said it was on sale?’ 

‘Yeah, it would.’ 

‘It was clearance, cost me barely anything.’ 

‘Okay good, lie to me if it makes me feel better.’ 

‘I will’, Geralt had rubbed the omega’s back until he stopped crying. He’d made a note to himself to always tell Jaskier his gifts were cheap, even if they were $100 nesting bundles. In Geralt’s mind it was worth it, to see Jaskier tie the bundle to feel each piece, cotton, flannel, fuzzy material that Jaskier rubbed against his lips repeatedly until he hauled it all to his room with a big smile. 

And then New Years and Jaskier sent Geralt a selfie, covered in glitter and glow sticks under a blanket of confetti and fireworks, right at 12:01. Geralt had saved the photo, he didn’t know why, but the big smile on the omega’s face and the way his cheeks were crimson red and eyes drunk dilated, it made Geralt’s heart jump. He didn’t mention it to Eskel or Lambert when they asked why he was smiling at his phone during their poker game.  

Then Valentine’s Day which was the worst because Jaskier was supposed to be in heat but he’d just started new hormonal heat aids, which supposedly were supposed to keep his cramps at bay, and they were making him crazy. He sobbed into a gallon of ice cream on the couch, covered in piles of blankets, watching some disgustingly cheesy romance movie with Brad Pitt.

Geralt was trying to finish a spreadsheet but each time he heard the omega sob, it felt like his heart was being ripped out, making him hurt. So he was out on the couch soon enough, rubbing the omega’s back as he cried and babbled about how the medicine wasn’t working and his stomach hurt and his head hurt and he felt starving and he was getting fat and a million other things. Geralt just shushed him and didn’t say anything. Eventually Jaskier calmed down and fell asleep there on the sofa, leaving his empty tub of ice cream and spoon on the side table. Geralt put pillows behind his head, wiped his sticky face and hands with a damp paper towel, and turned the tv and lights off. It made Geralt feel better, even though he kept his door open, headphones half off. Just until Jaskier dragged himself to bed. 

They liked living together, they liked having each other around. Just as roommates, as friends, as… whatever they were. They respected each other, never going into each other's bedrooms, Geralt never going into the omega’s nest and Jaskier never stepping foot in the alpha’s den. They didn’t talk about Yennefer or Jaskier’s heats. 

They pretended to not hear each other’s personal dramatics. Jaskier pretending to never hear Geralt’s phone calls with Yennefer or the late night binges on the candy he had stashed above the fridge. And Geralt never hearing the noises that came from Jaskier’s bathroom at 3am.  

It was easy, it was a silent arrangement that worked. 

Until it changed.

[dragonsandwolvesohmy]

Am I insane or was there something where Witcher Omegas had scents like metal sparks or something, and human omegas generally didn't, but then Jaskier! The only one the Wolves have met with the scent like an omega witcher.

Found! The Heat In Your Skin by round_robin. It is locked to only those with ao3 accounts.

Special thanks to @i-m-weak-my-love for finding it!!!

[eskelsgirl]

Labour?

(Title is still in the works) This is just a brief prologue. With an abrupt ending. Main pairing: Geraskier, Side pairings: Vesemir/Original Male Character, Eskel/Original Female character. Tags: Alpha/Omega/Beta au, canon divergence, arrange marriage -kind of? Vesemir looks down, unimpressed at the young omega at his feet, even less so at the omega’s beta ‘father’ that put him there. Male omegas were as rare as alpha females, unheard of but not impossible. The boy wasn’t a tiny thing like his omega; he was all limbs and about as tall as his oldest, with no hips to speak of. This wasn’t the first time men have tried to sell their unwanted children off to the witchers to pay their debts. But Vesemir already had enough pups and wasn’t looking for another.

“And what am I to do with him?” Vesemir asks, looking back up at the court. “He’s no child surprise, far too old for the mutations to take.” The beta growls a low warning, which is unimpressive, but Vesemir doesn’t allow the challenge to go unpunished. Growling back louder, a vicious snarl that sends the beta aback. A fraction of a movement caught Vesemir’s eyes: a young girl hanging off the skirts of her maid. The red swollen mark on her cheek would soon become a proper bruise. She was a timid thing, holding on to a well-cared-for doll. “She’ll do,” Vesemir says, his eyes narrowing on the girl. "She’ll make a fine playmate for my youngest.” “No!” The forgotten omega at his feet snaps, grasping Vesemir’s arm, pulling attention back onto him. “You will not touch her.” Cornflower blue meets harden amber, the first time Vesemir had seen the omega’s eyes full of defiance. The pieces clicked; maybe he would have a use for this omega after all. “Very well, then,” Vesemir shacks his arm out of the boy’s grasp. “I’ll take the omega off your hands, as well as his dowry.” “Dowry!” The beta yells, “Yes, if he is to mate one of my sons, a dowry is to be paid,” Vesemir explains, taking the time to now circle around the omega. “Then again, you are trying to cheat your way out of a 1,000 crown contract. You must not even have a dowry for your children.” A few snickers meet Vesemir’s ears, it seems someone else was enjoying the look of humiliation on the Lord’s face. After that, getting the dowry, a horse for the omega, and a bag of his belongings didn't take much convincing. “Go witcher.” The lord sneered, “Do not expect a warm welcome again.” —------- It was a long ride to where ever the Witcher alpha was taking him. While Jaskier was pleased to be away from his father, he will dearly miss his little sister and hope she will be safe without him there to protect her. The alpha didn’t speak much or at all, only deeming him worthy of conversation to command when to rest, eat, and water the horses. Jaskier wasn’t good at silence, so he spent most of the time lost in his head, humming songs or speaking softly to himself. He had made it through most of Hannelore Varidil’s epic poem, which he had memorized years ago. When they had stopped in a village outside of Kaedwen after weeks of camping outside, Jaskier was ready for a real bed, even if it was filled with straw. The Witcher dismounted effortlessly, while Jaskier still hadn’t mastered it. Once his feet touched solid ground, a young boy quickly gathered the reins in exchange for a few coins. “Come.” One-word commands. It seems that all the conversation Jaskier will ever have. Vesemir leads him to some form of market, stalls set up near two established buildings, the inn, and a tailor. Assuming they were heading for the inn, Jaskier didn’t think much but walked forward, only to be stopped by Vesemir. “Finally going to sell me then?” Jaskier couldn’t help the quip as it left his mouth. Then, he braced himself for a smack that never came, only a chuckle. “Not worth the hassle.” Vesemir answered, “They’ll probably arrest me for kidnapping.” “Fair. So what are we doing?” “Shopping.” Vesemir turned to the nearest stall, selling vegetables, and moved on before finding a traveling merchant with what he needed. “A master Witcher,” the merchant smiled. Vesemir didn’t need his secondary gender to tell him what he needed from the man. The Distaste was obvious, but he wouldn't turn down a paying customer.

“A blue Opal pendant to match your omega’s beautiful eyes.” The pendant was beautiful, and its silver wiring suited it better than the gilded sapphire next to it. Vesemir huffed but didn’t correct the merchant; instead settled on a crescent moon-shaped jasper with bronze wiring. “My mate prefers the simpler things in life,” Vesemir admits, holding the necklace in the light. “A young thing such as him-“ 

“He’s not my mate. He’s for my son.” Vesemir growls,

[bambirex]

The final chapter of my Mamma Mia AU was just posted! I'm almost getting emotional, it's been a year of writing a silly crackfic that I often used as therapy when I wasn't feeling well enough to write anything else, and overall it was just a lot of fun!

[hegorys]

Geraskier fic idea #2

What if in a universe a/b/o the witcher, the witchers were just alphas and considered sterile because they can't get pregnant people they have sex with, be they female betas, female omegas or male omegas, but some group of wizards can transform omegas in witchers and can these omega witchers get pregnant by alpha witchers? And their children are born witchers and don't have to go through all the torture that their parents had to go through to become witchers?

In this universe, the group of wizards who manage to transform omegas into witchers are not necessarily bad, they are people who reached a point where they asked themselves "instead of going through the whole process of experimenting with thousands of alpha children to get just one small percentage of alpha witcher children, since out of every 10 only 3 have a chance of surviving the transformation process, why don't we try to resolve the issue of reproduction of alpha witchers?", because if witchers could reproduce and the children were already born witchers, there would be more witchers to deal with the monsters on the continent, they would not need to go hunting alone and the chances of dying on the way decrease

Of course, the omegas that go through the transformation process are aware that if they choose to go through the process they have a high chance of dying, however, in an a/b/o universe the omegas usually suffer a lot, including suffering at the hands of alpha humans for being considered weak, a low caste in the pyramid, and risking becoming stronger and having a freer life with a chance of finding a good alpha (here alpha witchers are decent and loyal people ok, hahahaha), they would definitely choose the second option, at least I think so, ahahahah

Jaskier chooses to become an omega witcher, meets Geralt on a hunt and they both click "oh my loki I want to climb that grumpy alpha" and "holy loki look at that male omega beauty is flexible, I want him to carry my cubs ", of course, for that kind of thought to happen I think they would have to be virgins, I've never seen Geralt a virgin in any fic, hahahaha

[kayte-overmoon]

An excerpt from my Geraskier ABO Pregnancy AU

I'm still working on this fic (it's a big one) but I wanted to give you all SOMETHING, so here's a little (3.5k-word) excerpt to tide you over!

Rating: Mature (no explicit sexual content, but it's fairly suggestive)

Tags: fluff, mild angst, platonic affection, idiots in love, pregnant Jaskier, mpreg, ABO/Omegaverse, canon era

Jaskier is soaking in an Igni-heated bath barely big enough for him to fit in. He doesn’t seem to mind, kicking his feet up over the far edge as he rests his head on the other end. 

“As much as I hate you spending all our money on inns,” he’s saying, eyes closed as Geralt cleans his swords. “I do appreciate a good soak in a man-made basin every now and then.”

“I know you do,” Geralt says, half a smile on his face for a moment before it drops. There’s something on his mind, something that’s been bugging him since the moment he decided to keep Jaskier. 

“Now, now, witcher,” Jaskier tsks. “What’s the frown for this time?”

Geralt sets aside his swords and looks at his companion. Jaskier has twisted his torso to see Geralt better, arms crossed on the side of the basin and chin propped up on them, watching Geralt with wide, amused blue eyes. Geralt no longer bristles at the bard’s nudity—a good thing, because he tends toward heat spells these days, and often the only way to cool down is to strip to the skin. They’ve had a good couple of weeks of work, so his cheeks are full and pinked with the heat from the bath. He could use a shave, but other than that, he looks good.

Geralt looks down at his own hands. “We should talk. About our arrangement.”

“I wasn’t aware we had an arrangement.”

Geralt rolls his eyes, watching the omega smile out of the corner of his eye. “I mean our situation.” He looks up and meets Jaskier’s eye again. “You can’t keep traveling like this, Jask. We need to get you somewhere safe. Comfortable.”

“But I am safe,” Jaskier pouts. “I feel safer with you than I do anywhere else.”

“That’s the problem, little lark,” Geralt says, the endearment spilling from his lips like water. Every time he calls him that, Jaskier’s shoulders relax like Geralt’s taken a great weight off them. He makes it a point to do it as frequently as possible now. “I told you before, the Path is no place for a child. And all that aside, you’re going to keep getting sicker if we don’t let you rest.”

Jaskier waves him off, sinking back into his bath. “You worry too much.”

“No, you don’t worry enough!”

The omega flinches at his tone, glaring at him from the corner of his eye. 

Geralt sighs, looking at him apologetically. “I just mean you should take care, Jaskier. If you’re this ill barely a third of the way into your pregnancy, what do you expect to happen later on?”

“I’m not that ill.”

Geralt scoffs. “You turned down a minced pie today, Jaskier.”

He purses his lips, caught. “Fine. You’re getting rid of me, then?”

Geralt should take it for the opening it is. He knows how dangerous traveling with him is for Jaskier. How much worse will it get when he has a child at his breast? Geralt’s new worst nightmare had quickly become returning from a hunt to find Jaskier taken, hurt, beaten, ripped apart and sold for parts. And besides all that, it was becoming dangerous for Geralt. He’s never been so attached to someone—perhaps Eskel or Vesemir, but they know the dangers of their line of work and can fend for themselves. It’s hard to focus on monster hunting when half his mind is preoccupied with the omega waiting for him back at the inn. 

A distracted witcher is a dead witcher.

“No,” Geralt says, not even surprising himself.

There’s no question. He physically can’t bring himself to let Jaskier go. He’s tried considering it a time or two in the months they’ve been together, and each time, his stomach ties itself in knots.

The omega relaxes in the tub. “Good. Because as much as I love you, Geralt, there are some things even you can do to break my heart.”

His tone is light, teasing, and he doesn’t seem to realize the impact the words have on Geralt.

He’s still reeling from those words (I love you echoing in his mind) when Jaskier finally pulls himself from the bath, dripping wet, pruned, and smelling of chamomile. Perhaps the sight, perhaps the smell, perhaps those words muddle his mind enough for Geralt to blurt out, “Come to Kaer Morhen with me.”

Jaskier blinks up at him from the towel he’d been drying himself with, his hair tufted up on one side from where he’d rubbed it. “Kaer Morhen?”

“The homeplace of the witchers,” Geralt explains. “The wolf witchers, at least. It’s where I grew up. It’s where I—where we go every winter.”

“And you… want me to come with you?”

“Is that… is that alright? For me to ask?”

Jaskier chuckles and comes to where Geralt is sitting at the edge of the bed—there’s only one, since they’re on a strict budget, after all—and insinuates himself between Geralt’s knees. He doesn’t even seem to be aware of his nudity. Geralt decidedly is aware of it. “Dear witcher,” Jaskier says fondly. His hands land on either of Geralt’s shoulders and his scent, warm and happy, surrounds Geralt’s senses. “Never doubt how much your generosity means to me. It sounds lovely, but…”

“But?” Geralt gives into temptation, lets his hands settle in the dip of Jaskier’s hips, his wrists almost brushing the soft skin of his ever-growing belly. Some deep, base instinct makes him want to rub his scent glands over Jaskier’s bump, to claim him and the pup as Geralt’s. He digs his fingers into his bard’s hips to keep from doing that. He hasn’t been given permission. Jaskier has given no indication that he sees Geralt as anything more than a close friend, a platonic person who could protect him and his pup. The last thing Geralt wants is to breach his trust.

Jaskier purrs softly, not seeming to realize he’s doing it. He fiddles with Geralt’s hair. “I feel as if I’m taking advantage of you.”

Geralt snorts. “Trust me, if I didn’t want you here, I would have dumped you before we even left Posada.”

The bard tips his head and smiles and gods above Geralt just wants to pull him into his lap and press his face against his neck where his scent is strongest. Still grinning, Jaskier asks, “Why do you put up with me, witcher? You don’t seem the type to form attachments.”

“I’m not.”

“And yet… here we are.”

Geralt observes him carefully in the candlelight. “Here we are.” He drags his thumb absently across Jaskier’s ribs, watching goosebumps rise in his wake. Jaskier takes a breath at that, pulling himself away from Geralt to continue drying and dressing himself. Geralt mourns the loss of his touch but lets him go.

“So.” Jaskier twists open a jar of sweet-smelling oil he’d been rubbing on his belly of late. I may adore this child with every fiber of my being, Geralt, but that does not mean I wish to have the marks of pregnancy on my youthful form for the rest of eternity. “Kaer Morhen?”

“Mmm.” Geralt picks up his swords again, going about cleaning and sharpening them absently while he watches Jaskier go about his routine. “Vesemir will be there. He’s a healer, of sorts. He could help with the delivery. Or we could bring someone if you like. A midwife of your choosing.”

Jaskier hums back at him, a mannerism he’s beginning to pick up from Geralt without even realizing it. “Vesemir?”

“My… father, I suppose.” At the omega’s inquisitive look, he goes on. “Witchers are born human and come—came, rather—to the keep when they were young. Many were orphans. Some… weren’t.” Jaskier clearly catches on but graciously deigns not to dig in. “Vesemir was one of the teachers before the sacking of Kaer Morhen, when mages destroyed all knowledge of making new witchers and killed all but a handful of us. Vesemir is the oldest living witcher. He took it upon himself to care for the keep and the last few witchers.”

“You speak fondly of him,” Jaskier says. “Are you close?”

Geralt grunts, not in agreement or disagreement. “I suppose. As close as witchers let themselves get. We have a lot in common. All the witchers left do. No one quite understands the life of a witcher more than another witcher.”

“How many of you are there left?”

“Of my school, the wolf witchers”—he thumbs his medallion—“there’s only me, Vesemir, and my brothers Eskel and Lambert. There are several others left from other schools, but we’re not nearly as close.”

“So, this winter,” Jaskier says. “Would it just be us and Vesemir? Or will your brothers be there?”

“Hard to tell,” Geralt shrugs. “We usually don’t know who’s going to show up until they arrive at the keep. The past couple years, Lambert has brought a guest.”

Dark eyebrows rise as Jaskier slips into a clean change of smallclothes. “A guest? Then it won’t be strange if I come?”

Geralt snorts. “No, it will be strange. Lambert’s guest is a witcher from one of the other schools.” He meets Jaskier’s eye. “None of us have ever brought home a human. Not since it’s just been the four of us.”

“Let alone a pregnant omega?” Jaskier snorts. He flicks a wrist, playing at being scandalized. “Imagine what they’ll say, Geralt! They’ll accuse you of stealing my virtue!”

Geralt rolls his eyes. “As if you had any to begin with.”

Jaskier gasps, clutching his chest. “You wound me, darling. I’ll have you know I was the picture of innocence before—well, before this.” The hand at his chest smooths over his stomach as he looks down fondly.

Geralt hums in response, languishing in the omega’s happy scent as he strokes his baby bump. “They’ll know it’s not mine anyway.”

“How so?”

“Witchers are sterile,” Geralt says. He expects the shocked, saddened look Jaskier shoots his way, and waves him off. “I’m not sensitive about it. It’s part of the Trials to become a witcher, and they don’t hide the information from us beforehand. We go in knowing we will either die in the trials or come out the other side an alpha with no ability to breed.”

“Oh.” Jaskier wilts a little, his scent—usually a mix of honey and lilies—dips toward something like sandalwood. “I’m sorry, Geralt.”

“It’s not your fault, Jask.”

“No, I mean.” He throws his chemise over his head and scrambles up onto the bed with Geralt, laying his head on the witcher’s shoulder with no regard for the sword in his hands. Again, that blind trust that makes Geralt wonder what he did to deserve it. “Here I am, running around and making poor life decisions while carrying a pup, and you can’t…”

“Jask.” Geralt nuzzles his hair absently to get his attention. The omega tips his head up to look at him with watery blue eyes. Geralt sets the sword aside—again—and resolves to finish it in the morning. “I told you, I don’t care. Especially not when I get to see how happy you are every day.”

Jaskier squints, mushing his cheek against Geralt’s shoulder, looking every bit like a contented house cat. “I am happy. I feel as if I should be worried or anxious or afraid, but I’m not. I have many regrets in my life, but this is not one of them. I’m glad I have the pup. I’m glad I have my freedom. I’m glad I have you. You’re a dear friend, you know that, Geralt?”

Geralt grunts.

“You are!” Jaskier shoves his arm gently, not even enough to dislodge himself from Geralt’s shoulder. “Not many people would be willing to put up with me, with or without the child. And here you are, not just tolerating me, but taking care of me. Why is that?”

Geralt shrugs with his free shoulder.

“Oh, don’t get silent on me now, Geralt! We’re having a heart-to-heart!”

“Exactly.”

“Ugh!” Jaskier flings himself back on the bed, kneeing Geralt in the thigh as he squirms to get comfortable. Geralt pinches his leg in retaliation, making him giggle. “Fine. Don’t tell me, then. I’ll just assume you are susceptible to my charm and wit. You saw me in Posada and thought, ‘Yes. Now there’s a man I’d let rub chamomile on my lovely bo—‘”

“It was one time, Jask.”

“One very memorable time, on my part.” Jaskier grins, cheeky and lecherous. With a face like that, there’s no wonder he was knocked up before the age of twenty. 

Geralt makes himself end that line of thought the second it arrives. 

Instead of admiring his friend’s fuckability, he grunts. “It’s not too late for me to leave you along the road somewhere.”

“No!” Jaskier wraps his arms around Geralt’s waist from behind, his head knocking against his hip. Geralt twists to accommodate him, letting the bard rest his head in his lap. “I’ll surely shrivel up and die the moment you leave me. You wouldn’t want that on your conscience, would you?”

“I think you overestimate how much you need me. You’d make it just fine on your own.”

The omega tips his head to level an unimpressed look up at him. “When we met, I was getting booed out of taverns and stuffing bread in my pants so I’d have something to eat later.”

Geralt just hums.

Jaskier pokes him in the side. “I’m happy with you, Geralt. It’s a peculiar arrangement, but I couldn’t ask for anything better.”

Geralt watches him for a moment, aware his face was probably too fond at the moment but too content with the omega’s closeness to care. “You pet your stomach when you’re tired, you know that?”

Jaskier looks down. Sure enough, his hand had strayed to the little bump and was smoothing over it. “I hadn’t noticed.”

“Winter isn’t for another two months still.”

“Very astute, love.”

Geralt snorts and tugs his hair until Jaskier yelps and bats his hands away. “I mean, I think we should find somewhere safe for you until it’s time to make the trip to Kaer Morhen.”

Jaskier frowns and turns to lay on his back, his head still in Geralt’s lap. The hand that had tugged his hair now smooths it back. “You want to split up?”

“Only for a couple weeks,” Geralt says. “The Path, as I’ve said, is no place for you right now. You’re only going to get more uncomfortable in the coming months, and you need to be somewhere you can rest and relax. It would… I would never forgive myself if anything happened to you or the pup because you’re with me.”

“What do you propose, then?”

“I can put you up somewhere. Somewhere with good weather and plenty of things for you to do. Somewhere you can relax and pick at that lute you’ve barely touched the past few weeks.”

Jaskier frowns. “Fingers were too swollen.”

“The swelling will go down if you rest.” Geralt leans over him to catch his eye. “And as much as I love having you close, knowing you and the pup are safe and healthy, I’d feel better knowing you were somewhere you can get warm baths and hot food whenever you want.”

“How do you propose we do that, hmm? It isn’t as if we have the money.”

Geralt puts a hand on Jaskier’s chest to hold him steady as he reaches over the edge of the bed for his sword. He unclasps the pin there, the one he’d pulled from Renfri’s body as a reminder all those years ago. He holds it out for Jaskier. 

The bard takes it and studies it. “I’ve seen this but didn’t want to ask.” His thumb runs carefully across the clasp. “I figured it was sentimental. It’s fine craftsmanship. I’m sure it would sell for a pretty penny, if that’s what you’re suggesting.”

“It is,” Geralt says. “I’m not sentimental. The person who gave it to me is long dead. It was more of a… reminder to myself, than anything else. I don’t…” He looks at Jaskier. The bard was now holding the hand Geralt had put on his chest, stroking his wrist softly as he watches Geralt with those wide, innocent eyes. “I don’t think I need it anymore.”

Jaskier’s heart rate spikes for a moment as he turns the pin over in his hand, pink flushing his cheeks. “If you’re sure,” he says. “I don’t want you giving up any more than you already have for me, Geralt. I’ll never be able to repay you for your kindness.”

“I’m not doing this so you’ll pay me back.”

“Then why are you?”

The same question from earlier, just rephrased. Glancing at Jaskier, Geralt knows he did it on purpose. Geralt sighs and takes the pin back, just to give himself something to do. “Because you’re special, Jask.” The bard beams, and Geralt nudges him softly. “Don’t let it go to your head. I’m going to sell this so you don’t freeze or go hungry while I’m gone. I’ll let you pick the town.”

“Oxenfurt,” he says without hesitation.

Geralt frowns. “Why Oxenfurt?”

“I’ve got friends there, at the university,” Jaskier explains. “I know at least one of them will put me up, especially if I pay for food and whatever other expenses I’ll have.”

“How do you know these friends?”

“Stand down, guard dog,” Jaskier chuckles. “We grew up together. Priscilla was from a neighboring family, and we were the same age, so we always sat together at parties. She is kind, and generous, and happily bonded to her alpha, Philippa.” He gives Geralt a significant look and Geralt stops bristling—which he didn’t even realize he was doing. “They’re good friends, Geralt. They’ll ensure I’m looked after while you’re gone.”

Geralt nods, smoothing a hand down Jaskier’s chest. His gaze strays to the little bump on the bard’s belly, where Jaskier is still stroking.

“You want to feel?” the omega offers. “Pup won’t be moving for a couple months, probably, but it’s a fascinating feeling.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Oh, Geralt.” Jaskier takes his hand and lifts his chemise, letting Geralt finally rest his palm over the little swell beneath his navel. His skin is hot and smooth, little divots where his skin has begun stretching to accommodate the life growing beneath the surface. It’s not big—Geralt’s hand covers the full expanse of it—but it feels significant. If he focuses, he can feel the vibrations of the pup’s heartbeat. His breath leaves him in a rush. 

“What?” Jaskier asks in quiet alarm. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” Geralt says. He strokes his hand across Jaskier’s belly gently, soothing him in and taking in the feel. “I can feel their heartbeat.”

“Really?” Jaskier slips his hand under Geralt’s, brows drawing in with the effort of trying. 

Geralt chuckles softly at him. “You won’t be able to. Witcher senses.”

“Oh, Geralt,” Jaskier squeaks. The scent of tears alerts Geralt to his sudden burst of emotion.

“Jaskier?” He shifts around so the bard is no longer on his lap and leans over him, one hand still on his belly and the other on the bed. “Jaskier, what’s wrong? Are you in pain?”

“No, no.” Jaskier gives a shaky laugh and wipes his face with the hand not trapped under Geralt’s. “I’m fine. Just… overwhelmed.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He flips his hand over to catch Geralt’s fingers in his. “That was the greatest gift you could give me. Guh.” He gives a mighty, nasty sniff that makes Geralt laugh. “Shut up. Don’t make fun of a poor, pregnant omega.”

“I would never.” Geralt raises their joined hands to his lips before he even realizes what he’s doing and presses a kiss to the omega’s knuckles. Jaskier’s cheeks turn pink and his scent takes a sultry spike that Geralt doesn’t let himself linger on. “So, we’re agreed? Tomorrow we leave for Oxenfurt, where you’ll stay with your friends if they’ll have you. I’ll return for you in two months when it’s time to make the trip up the Blue Mountains. We’ll spend the winter in Kaer Morhen until the pup arrives, then we stay as long as you need to recover.”

Jaskier blinks up at him. “We… you mean you intend to keep me around after the pup arrives?”

“Of course,” Geralt says, though he hadn’t put much thought to it before. All he knew was that there was no way he was willing to part with his omega. 

No, not his omega. Just Jaskier. Jaskier, who happened to be an omega. Jaskier, who was carrying another alpha’s pup. 

Jaskier can’t seem to find words—a rare occurrence for him—so he just pulls Geralt down into a crushing hug. Geralt keeps himself up, afraid to put too much weight on the bard. “Thank you,” Jaskier whispers, a fresh wave of tears spilling from his eyes and smearing all over both of them. “Thank you, thank you.”

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This is too long to post here, but please check it out on ao3. This was meant to be a quick smut fic and it grew into nearly 20k of angst, fluff, and smut. These boys got crazy on me lol.

Explicit. Warnings: a/b/o, knotting, intersex omegas, heat fic. 20,000 words

Geralt/Jaskier/Eskel

Stars by the Pocketful

Summary: Geralt brings Jaskier home with him to Kaer Morhen with the intent on mating during his next heat. Spending time with Eskel leads to some interesting new feelings, but it all works out in the en

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia Additional Tags: Omegaverse, Witcher Bows and Arrows Valentine's Day Event, omega Jaksier, Alpha Geralt, Knotting, Biting, some blood, Jaskier | Dandelion Loves Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia Loves Jaskier | Dandelion, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Nesting, Alpha Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Vaginal Sex, Clit Play, Rough Sex, jaskier needs Geralt bad, i love them your honor, writing prompts, Mating Bond, Bond bites, Licking, bottom jaskier, top geralt Series: Part 57 of Alpha/Omega/Beta, Part 18 of Feburary events Summary:

Jaskier’s gone into heat and needs his alpha to help him quench his needs

Omegas have female anatomy regardless of gender :) Witcher bows and arrows nsfw Mate

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First time trying to come up with an idea in the Omegaverse.

Jaskier is considered rare among Omega for several reasons, which sets him apart from the norm. Firstly, he is a male Omega, a rarity in itself, as male Omegas are not very common. Due to their scarcity, male Omegas have often been treated as precious gems, valued for their uniqueness. Jaskier's gender alone makes him stand out among his peers.

Moreover, Jaskier possesses qualities that deviate from the stereotypical traits associated with Omega individuals. He is known for being headstrong and exceptionally talkative, which contrasts with the expected demeanor of a docile and reserved Omega

Interestingly, all the qualities that make Jaskier different from other Omegas are the very reasons why Geralt is deeply enamored with him. As an alpha, Geralt is often seen as the epitome of Alpha characteristics, except for the fact that he is a Witcher. The Witcher mutations have bestowed upon Geralt the genetic traits of an alpha, making him a unique blend of both human and monster.

Despite their individual oddities, Geralt and Jaskier have formed a remarkable bond as mates

One day, Jaskier woke up feeling unwell, experiencing bouts of morning sickness. Concerned for his mate's well-being, Geralt decided to take Jaskier to see Yennefer. Little did they know, Yennefer had a surprising revelation waiting for them—by some miraculous twist of fate, Jaskier was pregnant.

Given that witchers were believed to be sterile, Geralt never anticipated the possibility of Jaskier becoming pregnant. Nevertheless, Jaskier was content with the idea, considering his life as a traveling bard made it challenging to raise a child. However, Yennefer believed that destiny had played a hand in this situation, decreeing that Geralt and Jaskier should embrace their roles as parents.

Geralt and Jaskier experienced a mixture of nerves and excitement at the prospect of becoming parents. However, their joy was short-lived as they soon discovered the alarming truth—numerous individuals were relentlessly pursuing their unborn baby

In this unprecedented occurrence of a witcher baby, the belief spread that the child would possess unparalleled power, surpassing any known beings. A group with nefarious intentions devised a plan to kidnap Jaskier, intending to hold him captive until the baby was born and subsequently raise the child as their new leader. They were even prepared to eliminate Jaskier if he refused to comply with their demands after the baby's birth.

Before assuming the name Jaskier, he was known as Julian Alfred Pankratz, Viscount de Lettenhove. Jaskier had fled his home to escape the clutches of his controlling parents, who, despite hearing about Jaskier's pregnancy, adamantly refused to recognize Geralt as his mate. Jaskier's parents harbored intentions of arranging a marriage between him and a wealthy Alpha Lord, solely for the sake of social status and riches.

Moreover, the kingdom of Nilfgaard, in their ongoing efforts to coerce Ciri, Geralt's child surprise , into their grasp, recognized Jaskier as a potential bargaining chip. Consequently, their interest in capturing Jaskier intensified, surpassing their previous pursuits.

Now on the run, desperate to ensure the safety of their unborn child, Geralt is willing to go to any lengths to protect his beloved Jaskier. Together, they make their way towards Kaer Morhen, seeking refuge and the support of the other witchers.

However, the magical nature of the baby begins to pose problems. Jaskier's pregnancy progresses at an astonishing rate, with his belly growing larger by the day, making their arduous journey even more challenging. Walking becomes a struggle with Jaskier's prominent pregnant belly, and the fact that he is a male omega further complicates their ability to hide and remain inconspicuous.

To add to their concerns, it is discovered that the baby carries witcher mutations in its genes. As Jaskier's health deteriorates, Geralt's fears intensify, dreading the possibility that Jaskier may not survive the process of giving birth to a witcher child

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Julian, On My Knees Part 2

“Oh fuck- alpha-” It was faint. Muffled. Followed by some thuds from the wall in front of Geralt’s large desk. 

The alpha slipped his headphones off to hear it clearer. He’d been working on some spreadsheets, calm music keeping him focused. It was hard to ignore it though, his computer screen wobbling when the wall was knocked. It was harder to ignore when he could hear the little sounds. 

“Oh fuck- damnit- please alpha. Gods, so big” It was Jaskier, that voice all small. 

Where was he? In the closet? Had to be in the closet with how it seemed only inches away from Geralt, the only place that didn’t get soundproofing, the doors were soundproof but not inside the closet. 

“Oh alpha, fuck, where is- ah!” Jaskier whimpered, letting out a sigh before there was some tussling. Geralt was about to get up and ask if Jaskier was okay but then there was a moan. A high, whiney, and ending in a hiss. 

Geralt could only imagine what was filling the omega to make him make such a noise. It made the alpha’s breath get caught for just a second. Just enough for Geralt to really dial in for the next round of huffy noises and knocks against the wall in a rhythm, easy slow thuds, working up but smooth and even. Geralt’s mind was flooded with images of the omega fucking himself, filling himself, making himself cum mear inches away. It made him dizzy, burning up under his collar, heat radiating under his desk. 

Geralt put his headphones back on. He put them back on, cranked up the volume and sternly decided to ignore the wobbling of his computer. 

The next time it happened he pulled the desk away from the wall. 

Each time he was sat at his desk, working or reading or doing anything else and started to hear those thuds and knocks, he put his headphones back on and cranked them up. He just pretended not to hear, not to know what Jaskier was doing inches away, pretended his palms didn’t itch to touch, that his blood didn’t rush around to unsightly places. He treated Jaskier the same, Jaskier was an adult man who had needs, just like Geralt himself. He was entitled to take care of his needs in the warmth and safety of his own home. 

Their routine kept going, Jaskier got a new job at a flower shop and had a steady schedule, Geralt won an award at work and introduced Jaskier to his brothers. 

‘You guys do not look alike.’ Jaskier had said, peering at the two alphas. They seemed nice enough. The red headed one seemed a bit… jumpy. 

‘We’re not that kind of brothers, Julian, more like brothers in arms.’ Geralt explained and the older one nodded, the jingle Jaskier had become accustomed to ringing in the air. 

‘Oh… You guys all have those silver medals?’ Jaskier asked, having already talked to Mister Rivia about his fancy necklace. 

‘Yeah, we earned those when we were your age.’ The eldest witcher said with a smile and Jaskier laughed loudly, he had no idea how old Mister Rivia was but it sounded awfully funny. 

‘Gods, that makes you sound old, Eskel’. Geralt said, facepalming as he shook his head. 

Jaskier liked the two other alphas, he liked knowing about Geralt’s friends. 

They were happy, they watched TV shows at night, Geralt didn’t mind dragging drunk Jaskier back to bed when he just made it inside the door, Jaskier liked pretending he didn’t notice Geralt taking naps on the couch after he covered the alpha up with a blanket. They liked each other’s company, liked their privacy too. 

Which made Geralt feel even worse when one day, it was a stormy day in the spring, he didn’t put his headphones on when those knocks started against the wall. 

He listened. 

He listened to the thuds and the sweet whines and sounds that were all filtered through guitar calloused hands. He closed his eyes, focusing on the way Jaskier’s breath hitched up, how he called for alpha, how at the very end, Jaskier got silent like he was holding his breath before letting out a sob and cried quietly. 

It was overwhelming, it made the alpha feel like he’d run a mile. And it was like he’d gotten a release too. He hid away in his bathroom, turned on the shower to hide his own grunts as he tugged himself to completion. It was the best release he’d had in… well since Yennefer left. He felt good because omega felt good too, he always loved knowing omega felt good too. Another reason he and Yennefer would never work out as Alpha and Beta, Geralt needed an omega to make purr and whine. 

And he kept listening. It was… therapeutic almost. It made Geralt happy to know he was the alpha of the house again. That he made the omega feel safe. Jaskier didn’t need to know, the omega was happy. Geralt only felt the guilt when he was washing his own cum off his hand, before walking into the living room and seeing a smiling, content omega. And even then, the fresh scent of a baby wipe couldn’t hide the honey scent that Jaskier gave off after a nice orgasm. 

Then one day, the day Jaskier’s heat was going to start, Geralt heard a knock at his bedroom door. It was timid, the first knock was light like he was thinking of turning away but threw himself into the second knock. 

“Mister Rivia? Can-Uh I um- Will you- Can we-” Jaskier sputtered out through the door before Geralt pulled it open. 

Jaskier’s knees buckled a bit at the tall alpha standing in the doorway in just his pajama pants and glasses. 

He liked Geralt in a way that made him feel all stupid in his head, it wasn’t a burning want to fuck, it was more than wanting to make the alpha happy. He guessed it was because Geralt went through those weird changes that came with being a parent. The change of smell and the different hormones that got released. 

Jaskier craved it, stole the smell from the couch cushions, the throw blankets on the recliner chair, the dirty coffee mugs in the sink. Wherever he could get a whiff of that smell, he was drooling for it. And standing in front of him smelling like safety and comfort with his big broad, hairy, beautiful torso on show, Jaskier felt like fainting. Especially with one of those huge arms still thrown to the side on the open door only making the veins, the muscles, the spattering of scars look all the more attractive. 

“Yes Julian? It’s early.” Geralt asked, holding back a yawn as he watched Jaskier space out. It only took Geralt a moment to realize he was in a state of undress, which only made him tick with pride. Jaskier shook his head a bit, shaking himself back in focus and the increasingly more inappropriate thoughts away. 

“Uh um, can I have a hug? From you. To help me.” Jaskier bit out when Geralt raised an eyebrow at him. He swallowed, already nervous but only losing his will. 

“Why?” Geralt asked, wanting to know if this was one of those hugs Jaskier wanted when he was drunk and actually wanted him to be carried to bed, or something else like those quick little hugs Jaskier gave when Geralt brought him lunch at the flower shop or drove him home in the rain. 

Jaskier looked away as his face burned, it was embarrassing. Geralt was house alpha and nice but he was older and mated already and it was so not cool to have such a huge enormous crush on him… but his heat was starting and he was getting all weird, wires crossed and stuff. Geralt would understand. 

“I’m gonna go into heat and I have bad anxiety and hugging you, an-um-an older alpha like you, could help. It’s silly, nevermind, it was rude to-” Jaskier said and turned away to hide back in his room but Geralt was wrapping his strong arms around the boy in a tight embrace. Jaskier froze for a second, gasping. But then felt like melting, he’d always just given Mister Rivia a quick squeeze, but now? He felt each thump of the alpha’s heartbeat, his warm skin, he could feel the alpha’s cheat hair through his own thin nightshirt. It was incredible, he couldn’t help but lean into it, taking in the alpha’s scent, his warmth. 

Geralt could feel the tension melting from the boy's muscles with each breath. It made something rumble within his own chest, knowing Julian felt safe enough to relax into the embrace. He liked the soft little sighs, almost directly in his ear since they were nearly the same height, the powdery smell Jaskier always had clinging to his skin before his heat.

“Thank you, Mister Rivia” Jaskier breathed out and wrapped his own arms around the alpha, lax and loose around his trim waist. He couldn’t help but lean against Geralt’s solid body, he was so warm. 

Geralt couldn’t help but focus in on Jaskier’s hands where they landed on the small of his back, rough and calloused, strong, and freezing cold. But he couldn’t care, couldn’t make himself pull away, just stood there holding the omega in his bedroom doorway. 

“Thank you, Mister Rivia. I feel a lot better. I-I really appreciate it, I’ll definitely make it up to you!” Jaskier said as he pulled away, smiling wide enough the edges of his eyes crinkled a bit. Geralt grunted, unable to push out a word without reaching out for the omega again. Jaskier headed back to his room, the powdery scent turning sweeter with each step until the door was shut behind him. 

And Geralt waited. He sat at his desk reading the same sentence over and over again. He knew he should put his headphones on, should go out, should leave the flat. But he was just sitting and reading at his desk, not his comfy chair or in bed, at his desk. He was finally about to get up, shame welling up inside of him, embarrassed he was snooping on his own flatmate, his friend, one of his best friends at that. 

Till those thuds and sounds of the omega climbing into the closet. Geralt couldn’t help as he closed the book and let his forehead rest against the desk, shame filled him but those little huffs Jaskier was already letting out. He let his eyes fall closed, focusing in on each sound, mere inches away. 

“Oh Mister Rivia… alpha… I need it- I can take it this time. I know I can.” Jaskier said to himself like he was willing  himself up, giving himself courage. 

Jaskier had pulled himself into his nest, pulling his blankets around him, getting comfy as he could on the pallet he’d created. His hands were shaking, still feeling each inch of Mister Rivia’s skin, his hot breath, his scent. Jaskier was already rushing towards his heat, a warm ache rolling through his hips. He had his knotting dildo in his hand, the small soft little thing it was. He had everything he needed to get there, to knot himself to the scent, the feel of a proper alpha. He just had to actually.. Do it. 

“I can do this. I can take your knot. I can do it.” Jaskier whispered and squeezed his eyes shut, picturing up an alpha, oh his alpha, his brain supplied easily. Mister Rivia bare and warm, that stunning little smile he does when he’s teasing Eskel, all trouble and risk, and his hands. 

Jaskier reached down to feel his damp hole, his cock attempting to give a twitch. He just touched the outside, rim still loose from the night before, having snuck one of his regular dildos into the shower. He was loose, wet, mind full of images of his alpha. 

Geralt kept listening, pushing himself closer to the wall, catching each word, each whimper. He let his own hand sit on the top of his thigh, not touching his swelling cock, but close. 

“I can take a knot. Omegas like knots, I can take a knot.” The omega whimpered and then there was a lot of quiet huffing and panting. He could hear Jaskier shifting around, knees knocking the walls, shouldering around. Geralt wanted to touch the wall, be just a little closer, wanted to lay a hand on Jaskier’s back to settle him. 

Then Jaskier gasped, a high whine, not quite one Geralt had heard before. It was singsongy, carrying, like the ones Jaskier usually let out. 

“Oh Mister Rivia please please please please” Geralt stared at the wall. Blinking. He reached out, let his hand lay on the wall. Jaskier sounded… like he was begging. Not sweet begging of ‘oh more! Give me more alpha!’ but begging like when he begged Geralt to hug him after drunkenly puking in the kitchen sink. 

“Mister Rivia please, I can take it. I can do it. God that hurts. Damnit. Okay okay okay I got it. I can do this. I hafta.” Jaskier was blubbering, voice watery and broken. It hurt Geralt, made something in his chest ache, like a broken rib, but then the harder Jaskier cried it turned into a sharper pain. Each sob, each gasping breath, it was like stepping on broken glass. 

He left his bedroom, standing in the living room, staring at the omega’s door. He didn’t know what to do, his hands itched to pet the omega, to calm him, settle him, make him stop crying. But his devilish body… it wanted something else. His cock throbbed in his pajama pants, he knew he was letting off a scent he always kept in, his heart was beating fast in his chest, entire being begging to go give Jaskier something good to heat on. 

He was shaken from his fevered thoughts by a yelp. 

“Fuck! Damnit!” It was louder, Geralt would be able to hear it if he was away from the shared wall. And of course he’d be concerned. So he walked up to the door, stopping a few feet away, wanting nothing more to pull the door open and get in. 

“Julian?” He called out, hearing some movement, the closet door calmering open and something falling to the floor. 

“Sorry Mister Rivia, I stubbed my toe. I’m okay! Don’t worry!” Jaskier said back, having just thrown himself out of his nest. His legs not working from the need and refusal of a knot. He reached for his bed, the towel he’d slept on. 

“Alright. If you need anything, text me. I’m going to the gym.” Geralt lied. He needed to walk down to somewhere private to jerk off and then walk off his knot. He grabbed his sweatshirt from the coat hooks by the front door and barely waited for an answer from the omega. It would be worse to wait and be caught with a clear view of his situation in his pants. 

“Oh okay Mister Rivia! Have fun! I’m gonna nap, I think.” Jaskier lied as he used his towel to wipe his teary face. He was just thankful Mister Rivia hadn't walked in on him struggling to get the smallest little knot into himself. 

He sat there on his floor for a good long while, letting himself cry. He just felt ashamed, ugly, worthless. He couldn’t even get a knot in with the help of an alpha. Couldn’t even stop himself for crying out for a mated alpha, his best friend, his guide, his- 

Jaskier cried harder, his heat making his head so mixed up, he cried harder because Mister Rivia wasn’t ‘his’ anything. 

“Hi Mister Rivia! Um  I had to go to the clinic and they gave me some meds and stuff but I have to keep them cold but right now I need to clear a space in my fridge in my room so I put them in the fridge out here. I'm sorry. It takes up a lot of space, I promise I’ll have it out of the way by tomorrow. I just don’t feel well enough to move and reorganize everything today.” Jaskier said in a flurry as he saw the alpha for the first time in a week, his heat having made him sick after. His face burned up, not only from embarrassment but also from the fever that was working through him. He couldn’t meet Geralt’s eyes, the thought of the alpha seeing the huge jug of enema solution stuffed in the back of the fridge was mortifying. Having the alpha know what Jaskier was going to have to do to himself. 

Geralt had been making himself a mug of coffee, needing the pick me up from the meeting he’d just finished downtown. 

“The bottle that you hid behind your milk and creamer?” Geralt asked, having already noticed the medicated bottle, glancing at the label out of concern. It wasn’t a big deal, omegas got congested and Jaskier had heating issues anyway. Enemas were pretty average, Geralt didn’t think anything of it other than a swift ‘oh poor puppy’. 

“Yessir, and please don’t go in my bathroom. I have stuff on my sink and it’s so embarrassing.” Jaskier said, hands coming up to cover his face, he was sure he’d burst into flames. Geralt patted his shoulder comfortingly, looking into the omega’s eyes. 

“I’m going to go to my friends to play cards and drink tomorrow night. I’ll be gone from about five till late, if I come home before morning at all.” Geralt said, hand heavy on Jaskier's shoulder. Understanding in his voice, knowing it would help Jaskier relax if he was out of the apartment for his little medicine treatment. 

The omega huffed and smiled looking up at Geralt through his lashes. His chest just swelled with something, something that made him relaxed. Something that made him feel warm in a different way, love, his brain supplied unhelpfully. 

“Thank you Mister Rivia. That- you’re such a good housemate. It’s really a stressful time for me and you’ve really been helping me. Thank you. I um, I got a tub of ice cream and you’re fully welcome to it! It’s good stuff, it’s super chocolatey too. I-I know you like that. Too.” Jaskier offered and patted Geralt’s hand where it was still on his shoulder. It was warm and strong and perfect and Jaskier’s head started to supply more ideas.  

“That’s generous Julian. Make sure to eat dinner. Something other than toaster pastries.” Geralt said and moved to go back to his room. An easy feeling rolled over him, the stress from the day of work, the phone calls, the meeting that was for shit, everything just washed away by a few words from the omega. 

“Yessir, goodnight Mister Rivia” Jaskier called out. As Geralt shut the door he looked back at the boy who was starting to rummage around the cabinets. 

“Goodnight Julian.” He said quietly, just glancing at the boy’s neck, the peachy blush of his mate glands. Geralt shut the door and sat at his desk, head in his hands. 

“Fuck”

[spielzeugkaiser]

[MASTERPOST]

Eskel is like "I WILL read this book about... A wolf and all his friends? Dancing and being. happy... 🥺"

[z0mbie2b0y]

This is shit but here

Idk how tags work but here is my gift to the geraskefer fans😭

[bambirex]

Okay, just out of curiosity - it won't necessarily affect the plot, just genuinely interested in your thoughts:

[hegorys]

Geraskier Idea Fica A/B/O

Okay, I can't sleep with this idea in my head so I posted it here after being gone for months, hahahahaha

a universe with alpha/beta/omega dynamics where Geralt has a twin brother, both become witchers who mutate twice, both are alpha, Geralt remains the serious grumpy yet protective and possessive character, Geralt's twin, Gerard, has a better and more accessible humor, thinks about Geralt being the same from the series on Netflix and Gerard being the Geralt from the games, they walk the path together, sometimes separately, but both start to follow the path together when they find Jaskier in Posada.

Dandelion falls in love with the two, in this universe the male omegas are intersex, they are born with both male and female genitals, but the penis is not much, something like a micro penis, he is a size queen and will catch these two wolves whites.

Geralt and Gerard never felt anything sexual between them, but that changes after they meet the omega Jaskier, Gerad is versatile, Geralt is a top and Jaskier is a bottom.

at some point when Gerard ties omega Jaskier in the knot, Geralt will use Jaskier's natural lube to open up Gerard's ass and fuck him while still attached by the knot to Jaskier, pretty rough and make him moan like a bitch and see stars when Geralt knots your ass.

[kayte-overmoon]

PART TWO of Daisy Chain is up!

I posted it last night but I’m only getting around to sharing it now. If you want to read it the second new parts come out, make sure to subscribe:)