#geraskier abo

[kayte-overmoon]

Daisy Chain - ABO MPreg Masterlist

Alpha Geralt/Omega Jaskier

Rated E

Read it on AO3

Or read it here:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5 (Finale)

Each part links to the next one so you don't have to navigate back and forth :]

If you're looking for quick burn to domestic bliss, mpreg, fluff and smut, minor angst, and found family, then this is the fic for you!

It ended up having way more plot than I originally intended and a sequel is already in the works, so strap in for more!

#the witcher #the witcher netflix #twn #witcher #the witcher fanfiction #the witcher fanfic #fanfic #kayte overmoon #geraskier #jaskier #geralt #julian alfred pankratz #geralt of rivia #alpha beta omega #abo #geraskier abo #omegaverse #witcher omegaverse #pregnancy au #mpreg #geraskier mpreg #mpreg kink #pregnant jaskier #nesting #fluff #smut #geraskier smut #domestic #domesticity #kaer morhen

[alaskanbby]

Okay so another fic for the ever amazing and inspirational @spielzeugkaiser! That picture of Jaskier after giving birth alone inspired this fic because that was just so extremely emotionally juicy and I couldn’t resist dipping my toes back into the Lovechild AU. So please enjoy my latest addition to my series of fics based on parts of that particular AU :)

Rating: Teen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Jaskier | Dandelion, Original Child Character(s), Milek Series: Part 1 of Spielz' Geraskier Lovechild Universe

Summary:

He was never supposed to be a parent, especially never a single parent. He’d been so careful until he wasn’t. He’d never thought a witcher could get him pregnant, never thought he’d be so annoying that he’d push away the one person he thought would never get overwhelmed with him. He’d thought he’d found his person. Or at least some version of his person. If he couldn’t keep those relationships stable, how was he supposed to raise a baby?

#fanfic #witcher fanfiction #Jaskier #fanfic based on fanart #past Geraskier #abo #mpreg #Lovechild AU

[taiyourae-art]

Geraskier

#The Witcher #Geraskier #Vaguely ABO AU #Vaguely Warlord AU #Geralt of Rivia #Jaskier #TaiyouRaeArt

[witcherkinkmeme]

Geralt/Jaskier Mpreg, weight gain, belly kink, Alpha/Beta/Omega

original anon prompt on Dreamwidth:

Geralt/Jaskier Mpreg, weight gain, belly kink, Alpha/Beta/Omega

When Jaskier becomes the first Omega to ever fall pregnant by a supposedly sterile Witcher, Geralt hurries him back to Kaer Morhen to keep him safe knowing that every sorcerer, witch, war lord, and despot will want to get their hands on Jaskier for his unique ability to concieve Witcher offspring, so they can breed their own mutant army. The Witchers all welcome the Bard with enthuseasm, as does Ciri who can't wait to have a little brother or sister. While at Kaer Morhen, Geralt hears from Yenniffer who has been searching for information on Ciri's abilities and what they mean, Jaskier convinces him to go and join her for Ciri's sakes. Reluctantly Geralt agrees, on the understanding that his brothers and Vessimer take care of Jaskier in his absence, making sure he eats and rests enough. Having no idea what this means in moderate terms the Witchers decide that it means they have to stuff Jaskier to bursting at every meal and barely allow him to walk around the keep. Resigned to being the Witchers overfed pet Jaskier awaits Geralts return worrying what his Witcher will think of how much he's grown, but he needn't have worried as Geralt is more than happy with his brothers and Vessimer's care of his Omega and proceeds to let Jaskier know just how much adores his new shape.

#jaskier #geralt #geraskier #mpreg #belly kink #weight gain #ABO #omegaverse

[lunarsun451]

Searching for RP partner.

Now that Omegle is gone, I've been trying out the different chat sites (Rolechat mostly) but it's not the same. So, trying here. Looking for rp partners who want to rp over email preferably, but let me know what you prefer!

Fandoms: Witcher, Sherlock (BBC), Harry Potter Marauders Era (but JKR is a TERF)

Ships: Geraskier, Johnlock, Mystrade, Sheriarty/Jimlock (sometimes), Wolfstar, Jegulus

Tags: AU, ABO, Mpreg, fix-its, angst, werewolf/vampire/shapeshifter!characters, disabled characters... anything else, feel free to ask!

Will not RP: non-con, underage, nsfw (can allude to then fade to black is ok)

DM if you're interested!

#roleplay #rp #omegle #johnlock #johnlock rp #mystrade #mystrade rp #geraskier #geraskier rp #sheriarty #jimlock #sherlock rp #witcher rp #marauders era rp #wolfstar rp #wolfstar #jegulus #jegulus rp #looking for rp partner #rp partner

[artistsfuneral]

This is gonna give me away a bit but for the ask game abo geraskier or free use cumfest?

😂 I can't help myself, I'm curious

who could blame you? I'd be curious as hell!

sadly free use cumfest is nothing more but a delicious concept and one paragraph that's not really worth mentioning (sigh, one day)

abo geraskier though.... 👀👉👈 based on the concept that omegas can turn purely feral if they have an alpha they're courting..... (I should finally finish this!)

The omega's mud-green eyes never left his own, her mouth was forced opened by her own fangs extending. She scented the air through her mouth. Her posture was hunched, hands forming into open claws, ready to scratch Jaskier's face bloody. And then she let out a challenging growl. Jaskier's blood boiled over and he pounced, a raw scream of rage leaving his lips and drowning out his alpha's distressed yell. The second his hands took hold of her shoulders he sent her flying to the ground. Her back hit the dirt and she let out a terrifying snarl, mouth tearing open and fangs snapping towards Jaskier's neck. He shot back as quickly as possible, feeling her body shift under him with an unexpected strength as she used the momentum to turn them around. The back of Jaskier's head smacked against the hard dirt under him and he let out an aggressive hiss.

#ask answered #ask game #❤❤❤

[samstree]

Yeeaaaaah, if you wanna keep posting ABO dynamic Geraskier, I would very much appreciate and support that. It's one of my lil secret kinks and you do it so well <3 So yeah, y'know, just never stop. Lol

Ahhhhh thank you! I might write more of it in the future 👀

#be the change you want to see your kink tag #lovely messages

[spielzeugkaiser]

[Insert sweet a/b/o gangbang here; follow me on twitter I guess?]

This prompt was so much more steamy, but... they wouldn't stop bickering (and Geralt is so smitten).

I imagined it's not unheard of, but highly uncommon for a bonded alpha to "share" his omega (as if Jaskier needed an alphas permission to do what he wants; the thing that he needed from Geralt, his partner, was consent, mutual agreement and love.)

The typical a/b/o stuff has alphas going territorial over their omegas (which is why old-alpha Vesemir is here; just to look out for Jaskier, if things do get intense with these overeager pups - not to say that he won't finish last 👀) but they actually manage it quite well!

The only who gets agitated is Lambert, but Jaskier doesn't need any help with that at all, he hops on that dick, (ye olde town road is probably playing in the background), and Lambert turns docile as a lamb. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

full version NO LONGER under the cut :'(

#witchersexual!Jaskier #geraskier #this is lemonde but no dicks are showed #Geralt: my love... I wanna give him.. little kisses #Jaskier: I'm gonna TAKE your KNOT *points* AND yours - oh AND yoURS- #Jaskier: and yours? *bats his eyelashes at vesemir* #I don't really have a backstory for this 'verse in my head but I somehow imagined that at one point Eskel and Geralt did have sex #kinda young and stumbling #so smelling that much of Geralt on Jaskier is actually kind of comforting for Eskel #which is also why this works so good #It was probably Lambert who accidentally started his rut and once the pheromones were there they kinda did a hornyness #mexican wave #and there was no REAL need for them to get all off (I tend to enjoy my abo more if it's not inherently dub con-y) #but it is r e a l l y uncomfortable and Jaskier is not always super happy with being an omega but they have known each other for YEARS #and they never - not once treated him differently - especially because he punched Lambert in the face once :)

[artcake]

@handwrittenhello wrote a super spicy OT3 ABO Geraskifer fic to go along with the drawing I made for the Geraskier Reverse Big Bang!! It's so good, if you enjoy bottom!Geralt and feelings and Yen being a Bad Bitch In Charge then please check it out here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29447181

This hellsite won't let me share the full image so please check it out on my Twitter: https://twitter.com/artcake19/status/1361111926621802496?s=19

Happy Valentine's Day!

#grbb #geraskier reverse big bang #geraskifer #the witcher #geralt #jaskier #yennefer #abo #alpha beta omega #bottom!geralt #top!yen #whatever he wants!jasker #this was such fun to draw #and my first real foray into body hair #spicy

[oldandkinky]

What do you think of Jaskier/Borch? Because Geralt finally searching Jaskier and finding him incubating some dragons eggs. Pretty sure he wouldn't wait long to claim him after the oviposition, put a whole litter into him.

CW: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Omega Jaskier | Dandelion, Monsterfucker Jaskier | Dandelion, Large Cock, Oviposition, Egg Laying, Vaginal Sex, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Post-Episode: s01e06 Rare Species, POV Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia Has Feelings, Jaskier | Dandelion is a Mess, Friends to Lovers, Apologies, Knotting, Weird Biology, feelings, Pining, Come Inflation, belly bulge, Threesome - M/M/M, Male omegas have vulvas

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When Geralt gets to the camp at the base of the mountain after the dragon hunt, Jaskier isn’t there. He expected him to be, waiting for him with a scowl, and Geralt would have apologised and they’d have continued on the way they always did after a tiff.

But Jaskier isn’t there.

Geralt sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. Gods. He deserves it, he supposes, after the things he said- well, screamed at Jaskier. He deserves to be left behind. It was inevitable, after all. He’s always been alone, and he always will be. The years Jaskier spent by his side were the anomaly, not the norm. He just let himself forget.

“Lookin’ for yer bard?” Yarpen Zigrin and his men made it down a little earlier, taking a different path, and they’re resting before, presumably, bringing proof of the dead dragon to Niedamir. Geralt stops, weary, and nods. Yarpen grins unpleasantly. “Went back up the mountain, that one. The Zerrikanians caught up with him.”

Geralt frowns. He can’t imagine what Téa and Véa would want with Jaskier. “Why?”

Yarpen shrugs. “Didn’t stop to listen. None of my business, is it?” He turns away, clearly dismissing Geralt, and he frowns. Why would Jaskier go back up the mountain? There’s nothing up there, except a dead dragon.

It’s not until he’s back with Roach, until he grabs his bags to put them on her back, and is hit by a whiff of Jaskier’s scent coming from something inside the bags that something occurs to him, and he stops dead in his tracks. There’s not just a dead dragon up there.

There’s a living dragon as well.

#oldandkinky #OldandKinky prompts #oldandkinky abo #the witcher #geraskier #OldandKinky monsterfucking #OldandKinky teratophilia

[jaskierskisses]

Written for @writersmonth 2021. Day 22. Word: House. Setting: ABO.

Fandom: The Witcher | Pairing: Geraskier | Rated: Teen and Up | Warning: MPREG!Jaskier | Tags: ABO dynamics, Alpha!Geralt Omega!Jaskier, fluff, established relationship.

Geraskier Fic

Building Home

"I like the house but I don't like the color you choose for the curtains," Jaskier said, putting his fingers on his chin and frowning at the window.

Geralt appeared behind him to hug him, "Why, I like them," the white wolf growled, placing a kiss on his boyfriend 's neck.

"They're  black, Geralt," Jaskier sighed as he turned his face towards him, "Black."

"Yes, I like black."

"But this will be your son's bedroom," Jaskier glared at him to show his point.

Geralt frowned thoughtfully, "I thought  that maybe he could be a rough boy just like his father is, and black is my favorite  color," Geralt grinned, and Jaskier huffed in disbelief. But the white wolf took him by the hips and spun him around to face him with a seductive gaze, "Come on, you picked up all the colors in this house, let me choose for our little wolf, my sweet and beautiful  omega," Geralt  pouted and Jaskier chuckled.

"Are you copying me now? That's  my technique to win things from you, my sweet alpha," he mocked as he wrapped his arms around Geralt's neck.

"Is it working?" The white wolf kissed him passionately in the lips.

"Mmmh I think it is," Jaskier chuckled as he kissed his alpha again.

Read it in AO3.

#writersmonth2021 #day 22 #word: house #setting ABO #Geraskier #geraskier fic #my writing

[jaskiersvalley]

Nontraditional

As if the world wasn’t already cruel to omegas, it was brutal to those who couldn’t bear children. Not that witchers needed another reason to be despised, to be hated. They were all omegas by nature, the mutagens ensured that first before morphing them from soft and gentle into hulking monstrosities. Perhaps it was just as well that they were barren, who knew what abomination a monster could bear.

People hated witchers because they defied societal expectations. They weren’t gentle, vulnerable family makers, not at all dependent on an alpha for protection. No, witchers were fiercely independent, no alpha could stand their ground against one. They weren’t meek things to pamper and cherish. Most people were of the opinion that if an omega couldn’t be controlled and couldn’t be used to breed, they were a waste of space.

All these beliefs never stopped Geralt from having wants and needs. Because while he was more than capable of standing up for himself, it sometimes would have been nice to have someone to curl up with, to feel cherished and loved. Maybe even to not have to keep making decision and fighting to survive all the time. But nobody wanted an omega who wasn’t traditional. A witcher’s life was a lonely one not by their choice, but by society’s.

The bard tagging along on his winding path was a conundrum. Geralt wasn’t used to having someone with him who didn’t reek of fear or contempt. Somehow, Jaskier managed it though, flitting through life with all the wonder and delight of someone who hadn’t seen the horrors the world had to offer. Except, no matter what Jaskier saw, the awful things humans and monsters alike were capable of, he didn’t change. It wasn’t an innocence and definitely not a naivety but some other quality that Geralt couldn’t quantify. To find out that the bard was an alpha was a shock. Which was rich coming from Geralt, the least traditional omega possible.

Time passed, Jaskier never made Geralt feel like he was any less. No judgement when he went to whorehouses to try and find comfort, no sneering when he came back from a hunt reeking and veins burning with potions that made him more dangerous. Sometimes there was a hint of sadness and a lingering scent of hopelessness from him but Geralt assumed it was because he sometimes forgot Geralt was an omega.

Their dynamics didn’t seem to matter to Jaskier. He threw as much love at Geralt as he did at his audiences in taverns where he played. It was just a matter of fact that Geralt got to enjoy more of his attention because they travelled together. Food at taverns, Jaskier always pushing a healthy portion at Geralt before sitting down with his own. He also kept Geralt with a steady, fresh supply of comfortable clothes. Nothing extravagant, all in the style and colours Geralt preferred, easy to fight in and dark so dirt (and blood) showed up less. In turn, Geralt made sure their bedding was always as comfortable as he could get it, he hunted down lame wolves and injured deer to provide food as well as furs to keep them warm.

The shift came when, on a rare occasion, Geralt failed a contract. The creature had moved on before he could track it and the villagers were angry, disappointed they were denied their revenge. A stone bounced off Geralt’s armour as those gathered began to pelt him with pebbles and other debris. It was something he’d experienced before, knew the drill. His knees hit the dirt, head bowed as he took his punishment for failing.

A near feral growl rang through the air and a body stood between Geralt and the crowd. There was no mistaking the sound, it was a very pissed off alpha protecting what was theirs. Looking up, Geralt shivered. Given his own bulk, it was easy to forget that Jaskier was about as tall as him and broad in his own right. Next to Geralt, everyone looked small. But in that moment, Jaskier looked lethal, squaring off against the alderman with his head dipped a little and teeth bared. Thankfully it didn’t come to blows, the alderman sneered in disgust and turned, the villagers going with him. After another beat of Jaskier trembling and heaving a breath, he seemed to remember himself and turned to Geralt with so much more care and gentleness than should have been possible.

Crouching in front of Geralt, he fussed with the marks the stones left on the armour, licking his thumb to wipe them off. “You okay?”

The words were soft, barely there whispers and filled with concern Geralt didn’t feel he deserved. He wasn’t a claimed omega and Jaskier wasn’t his alpha. But, then again, thinking back over their history, maybe he had been wrong. They weren’t traditional, there were no declarations of intent, no grand gestures or dowries. Instead, it was all the small things, Jaskier taking care of Geralt in the only way Geralt knew how to accept. And, not even realising it, Geralt had been responding in kind. It was a dance of give and take, so subtle that they slipped into something without quite noticing. The only thing missing was the bonding bite and the sex. They already had physical intimacy, sex was just an extension of that. It was their choice and not biology’s to reach that point and, if Geralt was reading the situation right, they were going to be veering in that direction in the near future.

Finally, Geralt looked up at Jaskier, eyes wide and vulnerable. He licked his lips, tasting the word before saying it.

“Alpha?”

The smile he was graced with was more than Geralt could have dared hope for. His fate was sealed by Jaskier’s reply.

“Yes, my omega?”

#geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #alpha jaskier #omega geralt #abo universe #tldr: jaskier is a nontraditional alpha to geralt's omega

[id-never-letyoudown]

Listen, am weak for omegaverse shit. And The Witcher, s o

There's a collection of herbs used to suppress heats and ruts, and to mask pheromones. It's very useful for those who travel. Or for those not wishing to have their hormones impact their day-to-day.

Geralt doesn't go into rut much often, but when he does. He goes to the nearest brothel. He may be a Witcher but he's still got urges and needs, he's just better at controlling them.

Jaskier keeps a satchel of the fragrant herbs around his neck to mask his scent. Male omegas are-for the plot, sue me-extremely uncommon. Almost rare. And some areas on the continent look down on them. He masquerades as a beta and is more than willing to aid any lovely omega during their heat. After all, one useful thing about being an omega is that he can't get others pregnant. Yay

But um, yeah. Jaskier is usually good at keeping his herbs well stocked. But someone swipes one of his bags while out on a quest and he runs out before he can get his hands on anymore. And Geralt picks up on it right away. No they don't bang. No matter how much Jaskier begs him in his state. Geralt only keeps him comfortable until the heat passes.

They don't talk about it for weeks. Jaskier is embarrassed. And is it him or has Geralt been a little more protective lately? He keeps Jaskier close whenever someone's eyes stray over to the bard. Glares at alphas that stray too close. Or is that just how his face always looks?

Eventually they do talk about it. "You think I'm weak now, just because I'm an omega, don't you?" "Don't be ridiculous. I thought you were weak before then." And they bicker back and forth and oh. Oh, when did Jaskier get so close. When did Geralt put a hand on his waist. When did they start kissing?

It's a casual thing. And Jaskier asks him to "help out" during a heat. Which leads to some very choice, babbled, brain mush words. "Oh yes, yes! Take me-breed me. I'd gladly carry the White Wolf's pups-" and that just hooooooo boy. Geralt wasn't planning on knotting him but that just made him lose it. And Jaskier cries, relieved.

Anyways *cough*. Jaskier starts thinking they're an item. Which isn't the case. It's only casual. And he wishes it was more. So badly. But yeah then he starts up his flirting shenanigans in Rare Species (trying to get under Geralt's skin but all he's doing is making a fool of himself)and the episode plays out as usual

Jaskier travels back to town with the group. Not with Jaskier. And he heads home. He plays "Her Sweet Kiss" once he's back at the tavern they first met. He says he's playing "from the point of view of some poor sod who stupidly fell for the white wolf" but he's the sod.

Long story short Geralt does end up going to the tavern months later. Not to see Jaskier. Just for a lead. But the tavern is too quiet. "Is the bard not playing today?" "Haven't had that sorry bastard show his face for weeks now" and that's cause for concern. Geralt's thinking something must have happened to him. "Anyone know where he is?"

Jaskier's on a small farm on the outskirts of town. Owned by a widow. She's an old family friend as well. When she opens the door and sees Geralt she slaps him. And he doesn't know why. He's as confused as she is livid. "You got some nerve."

Now, Geralt knows something is up. And something tells him snapping at Jaskier miiiight have something to do with it.

Jaskier comes around the corner, spots Geralt, and ducks right back around before attempting to lock himself away in a room. Which doesn't work. Geralt is fast. "If you don't tell me what's going on-" and he catches a new scent. One that has his eyes blown wide open. "Jaskier." "Geralt." "You're-" "With child? Yes, so I've noticed." "And it's-" "Yours? Aren't you clever?"

And that's all I got

#gerskier #geraskier #geralt x jaskier #geralt #Jaskier #the witcher #nsft #omega verse #abo #au #geraskier.abo

[artistsfuneral]

Rules: Post the names of the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title of what most intrigued them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it. If you want, tag as many people as you have wips.

@wren-of-the-woods thank you for tagging me ❤️❤️, I said, laughing at my shamefully long wip folder

abo geraskier

abo lambert pwp take two

abo lambert pwp the angst

agape

catskier and catralt

cutagen rewrite

definitiv keine witcher fic

free use cumfest

idk lambert and pack feels trust issues etc

jaskier and schrödinger

lambert hurt lol

nikolai lore

pussy

road to km poll fic

scrubs au notes

selling my soul to god worship

they fuckin

warlord abo no siege

warlord au king jask the angst

That's uh- oh gods that's 19. Do I even know 19 people? Maybe? Idk, please feel tagged by me if you want to do this 🥺

#tag game #wip game #thank u for tagging me #❤️❤️❤️

[lildemonsemen]

This might just be the Castlevania season 3 lurking on the horizon but I’m all in for 1/6th or 1/8th damphir Jaskier. Like he’s just supernatural enough to inherit exactly one trait: immortality. Or at the very least it will take a good while for him to look over 25.

But like he grows up in all the spooky ridiculous castles - Viscount - with all these vampire relatives who love scaring the shit out of their pink boi baby cousin so Jaskier just grows up to be this jumpy dude but with the self preservation instincts of a squirrel bc like growing up in a house full of vampires who’s gonna actually fuck with you? And he goes gallivanting off into the mortal world as vampire babies are woe to do as a bard sleeping with all these mortals and shit bc he wants the Drama and then meets Geralt and just loves playing the damsel and yknow the decades progress, the love deepens, it’s like 50 years down the line and Jaskier is just loving that his Witcher has 0 clue and finally cracks and introduces his husband to his great-great-grandpa Vlad.

#no i am not imagining an ABO castlevania/witcher crossover #jaskier is just such likely spawn of a trevor adrian union #the witcher #geralt x jaskier #jaskier #geraskier #geralt #castlevania #trevorcard #mine #me #also the 15 names thing is just so Țepeș #yes i altered my autocorrect

[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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