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Crawling Back To You
Witchers used to have omegas, back in the old days, before the raids and the pitchforks. Vesemer remembers it fondly. The laughter, the warmth. Kaer Morhen meant more than just protection for the winter. He remembers the excitement, adding up the days in his head, counting down until he could come home. The long days of the path turned short as winter crept over the continent. Desperate for the warm arms of an omega, one that doesn’t stink of fear.
No one knew that there were omegas in the castle. Some of the Witchers' best-kept secrets, also the most protected. When Kaer Morhen fell, the Witchers fought not just for their own lives but the lives of their omegas.
It didn’t matter now. They were all gone. The Witchers. The omegas. It was only him now. Vesemir and his boys. Eskel, Lambert, and Geralt. The only three Witchers who were not in the keep at the time. Geralt had just barely survived his second round through the mutations. The other two boys had snuck out to watch out for their brother.
It was fate… or dumb luck that they were not there when the hordes of humans came. When Vesemir returned with the new Witchers and found the fires smoldering to ash, he was lost. They didn’t stay in the keep at first. The memories haunted the halls, now deafeningly silent. After two years, he finally got the courage to step inside the keep again.
The boys didn’t seem to mind, too young to really miss the Keep before. Vesemir grieved for one night, buried the bodies in the morning, and threw himself into training. The boys were young, stupid alphas. All posturing and hormones. Mixed with the Witcher mutagens, they were dangerous. Making sure they were occupied was a full-time job.
It was hard, though. When the nights got long and the cold darkness of the keep seems to be even colder. The boys became restless, he became angry, and it always felt like something was missing. Something softer. Something to round out their sharp edges.
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Fifteen years later
Jaskier fiddled with his dress. The fabric was tight and itchy. He hated the color, too muted and dull for his tastes. This was not what he would have chosen, but he is not allowed to choose or to think. He was just an omega. Defined by what was between his legs.
“Omega! Stop fiddling,” his mother called, grabbing his wrist and pulling it from the fabric.
She stood behind him. Her shrewd face tightened at each indiscretion he caused. He was a disappointment. He had been told it every day since his presentation.
There is no need for an omega. He couldn’t be an heir, couldn’t hold a title, he was nothing. All they could do was hope he could make himself useful and find a rich alpha.
Jaskier just hoped that whatever alpha he married would not hit him. It’s far too late for any other hopes now. Once upon a time he wanted to be a bard. Time stole away that dream. It was years since he had felt freedom, true freedom.
They all knew that he would be an omega. He was always the smallest, the shortest. His hips filling and curving, his jaw soft and skin clear. The alphas pointing and whistling, eyeing his form and luring at him.
That first night, he had presented when he was only thirteen. The heat creeping up on him like a monster in the night. He still recalled his father’s face, tight with disappointment and disgust as he ordered for Jaskier to be locked in the wine cellar. A mattress of hay and a pair of iron shakles being the only tools for the thirteen year old during his first heat.
He hadn’t left lettenhove since. His days since have been filled with punishment and abuse. Everyone, not just his mother and father, had participated. Omegas were rare, male omegas were even rarer. Once deemed blessings, now they were punching bags, used only for monetary gain or breeding stock for aristocratic houses.
“At least you’re not out on the streets” his brothers used to say, kicking him in the sides. “They just rape the omegas in the streets. They don’t last very long in the countryside”
Jaskier learned quickly that it was easier to bite his tongue, another whipping wasn’t worth the trouble for a little quip in retaliation. The years have been long and lonely. Jaskier learning quickly that being alone is the only way to insure his own safety.
Now, it was the end of the line. Today is the day that he will be sold to an alpha. His father had called him into his office a week ago and told him the news. An alpha had inquired after him. Jaskier was surprised. Every alpha that he had met had looked at him either like a piece of meat or a piece of trash. Any alpha that wanted him would have just taken him.
He had nothing for any alpha. No substantial dowry, no education or skills, and finally no title and land. He was pretty and quiet. The only alphas that would want him could only want him for one thing, an heir. Jaskier shivered and felt a chill up his spine. His mother had dressed him up in the best dress he owned. It covered the bruises and cuts that littered his skin well enough.
He stood in a chamber room, it was close to his father office. The room was silent. They were all waiting for the alpha. Jaskiers heart was beating so fast that he was sure the alpha would hear it.
Only a few more minutes passed before a knock at the door woke him from his thoughts. His father stood from his chair. Jaskiers chin dropped as he looked up through his lashes. The door opened and in walked the alpha.
He was the tallest man, the tallest alpha Jaskier had ever seen. More than a head taller than him he towered over his father. The man turned and Jaskier froze.
Those eyes…
Bright yellow, and thin pupils. Cat eyes. A Witcher. Jaskiers breath caught in his throat. Beyond the eyes the first thing he noticed was the smell. Deep oak and ash, he smelled nice. One of the best scents Jaskier had ever smelt. All of the other alphas were too salty, like sweat and artificial perfumes. Cologne making Jaskiers nose and throat itch. This alpha was like a warm summer breeze. Deep and clear his scent made Jaskier shiver.
The alpha wore dark leather and armor, two large swords strapped to his back. Logically, Jaskier knew he should be scared. Frightened by the mountain of the man in front of him. Instead he was curious, like a lightening bolt had struck him. The alpha was…intriguing.
Jaskiers father walked towards the alpha raising his hand to shake. The alpha however seemed to look right through the man his eyes immediately connecting with Jaskiers. His father froze shocked as the alpha walked straight to the omega ignoring his father. It was an old practice. Almost ancient, long abandoned especially amongst the upper class. To greet an omega first was a practice of respect to recognize the true relationship between alpha and omega. One of respect and adoration, not control. His father turned bright red in clear anger as the alpha stopped in front of the omega.
He stood straight and bent at the waist holding his hand over his heart. He bowed lowering his eyes and in a deep baritone voice he said, “omega”
The man was older. That was clear by the light grey sprinkling in his short dark beard. Short white hairs lining his temples mixing with his short black hair. The man was clearly worn, by life and battles. Jaskier absently notices a prominent scar curling over the bridge of his nose.
The alpha rose again at his full height. Still holding eye contact Jaskier froze in stunned silence. It could have been minutes or hours but the next he knew his father cleared his throat, interrupting the moment between alpha and omega.
“Sir Witcher! I am glad your journey was well. As discussed my youngest son, Julien” he waved his hand generally in his son’s direction. “The price is what we agreed on”
The alpha turned towards the man, looking down his nose at the viscount with barely hidden distain. Jaskiers father paused waiting for a response that never came.
He awkwardly cleared his throat continuing, “Julien is quite obedient and passive. You will find a good mate in him”
The alpha nodded silently seemingly bored of the man. He turned back towards Jaskier who had shrunk into himself. Here was his own father, talking like he wasn’t even in the room. It was a good reminder. He wasn’t a son, he was property, up for sale. Any alpha could have walked through that door and as long as he was willing to pay the price Jaskier would be given to him.
“May I look at you, omega?” The deep voice made Jaskier jump in surprise. He looked up in shock. “I wish to examine your health”
The alpha looked…calm, unreadable, like he might actually care? Jaskier thought for a moment. What if he said no? Would the alpha listen? It was hypothetical of course, Jaskier had no right to deny the alpha anything. Soon he would be the alphas property. The law was very clear. He had no rights.
Jaskier was curious what would happen if he did say no. Glancing at his father. The sharp look in his eyes made him realize that his disobedience would be met with a swift punishment. So Jaskier ducked his head once more and nodded.
The alpha stepped up to him. He held out a large hand. His hand was large and warm as he took one of Jaskiers. The tan skin was dark in comparison to Jaskiers white pale skin. His hand was scarred and rough, but gentle as he cradled Jaskiers hand before flipping it over. Palm up, the alpha cradled Jaskiers hand while another large hand wrapped around his small delicate wrist. Two large fingers pressing into his pulse point.
Jaskier watched as the alpha closed his eyes in concentration listening for something. My heartbeat, Jaskier realized hoping that the alpha couldn’t hear the way his heart was jack rabbitting in his chest. Soon, seemingly pleased at what he heard the alpha let go of the wrist, leaving Jaskier missing the warmth of the large hands.
“Look at me, little one” the alpha said bringing up both hands to each side of Jaskiers head. Jaskier followed his instructions obediently as the large hand rested on his cheeks. “Good boy”
His right cheek pulled down as the alpha gently examined each of his eyes, looking for redness, cloudiness, or discoloration. Instead only Jaskiers bright blue eyes shown back. A warmth settled in his stomach as the alpha examined his teeth next before moving to his ears and nose. All seemed clear as the alpha eventually stepped back before falling to a kneel.
Jaskier looked down as the alpha held out a hand towards his foot. “Let me see your feet, little one”
Jaskier lifted his hand forward to steady himself. His balance shaken forcing him to use the alphas shoulder as a support. The alpha cradled Jaskiers foot gently before slipping away his slipper. He examined each foot before placing each foot back into his slippers and lightly tapping his ankle.
“Good boy” the alpha grumbled rising to his feet.
Jaskier couldn’t help the slick he felt gather unwittingly at the words. Lord the alpha was handsome. He was astounded. He had never met an alpha like this before.
As soon as the alpha had finished his examination he turned from the omega walking to his father.
“I must prepare the horses. We will leave in the hour” the alpha said handing over a bag of coin.
His father stood stunned as the Witcher walked straight out of the door. Jaskier stood stunned, he was to be leaving so soon? He had never been more than ten miles outside of lettenhove. Now he will be leaving forever, he may never return.
‘Good riddance’ he thought wryly to himself.
-
The next hour was a blur. His mother had immediately swept him away. Bundling him in a shawl and rubbing at his face and arms in a wash cloth. His father had not stopped talking, lecturing him on manners and morals. Reprimanding him for his supposed slights when meeting the alpha.
“You will be obedient. Follow all of his orders or there will be severe consequences” his father hissed as they walked towards the gates of the manor. All of his siblings were not so subtly standing at the door watching with curiosity towards Jaskier as he was shuffled towards his future.
“Do not disappoint this family.” The last words his father ever spoke to him as he was ushered out the door and into the early autumn afternoon.
Most families would have at least ushered him out with a servant or two, a small trunk for a few outfits. Jaskier walked towards the stables with nothing but the dress on his back and the thin shawl around his shoulders. His family not even bothering to walk him off of the property.
Tears stung his eyes as he shuffled to the stables, following the sounds of movement. He turned the corner and saw the alpha, tacking up a large black stallion. The alpha looked up, clearly expecting a stable hand or servant coming to help him.
His expression turned to shock as the small omega stood in the door to the stable clearly fighting with his emotions. Fear, sadness, and shame flooding his scent as his eyes looked to the ground.
“Omega” the alpha breathed shocked. As he turned from the horses. “What-“ he paused. “where are your things?”
Jaskier shook his head, gulping before responding, “I have none, alpha”
“Vesemir”
Jaskiers eyes shot up confused.
“You can call me by my name…Vesemir” he nodded looking towards the manor in clear hatred. “They just-they let you walk out here on your own?”
Jaskier nodded confused by the poison in his tone. He tried not to stare but the alpha intrigued him. The alpha-Vesemir turned towards the horse muttering to himself about finally leaving this place before leading both horses out of the stables. He dropped the reigns of the black stallion trusting the horse not to wander.
The light brown mare was left. He led the horse alongside Jaskier who stood watching curiously.
“This is Cider. Have you ever ridden a horse before?”
Jaskier nodded and watched as Vesemir carefully patted her neck. He had learned as a child, but was forbidden to ride ever since his presentation. Too dangerous for omegas.
Vesemir looked down at the young man, “May I?” He lifted his hands to either side of Jaskier.
‘He’s asking me?’ Jaskier thought. No alpha would ask such a question. They didn’t ask for permission. They just grab. He nodded warily, surprised and curious at the alphas question.
The alpha bent and wrapped two large hands over Jaskiers hips and swung him up onto the saddle. Such an easy movement, like Jaskier weighed nothing. Once settled, reins in hand and Vesemir looking up at him he nodded.
Vesemir walked to his own horse and looked to Jaskier. “Please, go on. We will be traveling north.” Jaskier gulped tightening his hands around the leather and squeezed his thighs to spur the horse forward.
He didn’t glance behind.
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The fire glowed in the small campfire. The soft cracking of wood filtered through the trees. A bird call sounded in the night, the rustling of some small beast echoing from a few meters away.
Their first stop after leaving Lettenhove was to a village near by where the alpha had found a simple traveling outfit for Jaskier. With it he had bought a giant tub of scent blocker cream. Jaskier had watched nervously as Vesemir had placed the cream in his pack wondering its use.
Now, Jaskier sat with his knees brought to his chest. He was trying to not look obvious as he watched the Witcher work. The rhythmic sounds of the whetstone running along the sliver blade like a song to Jaskier. The movement was clearly practiced as the Witcher focused.
Jaskier watched for a few minutes before he shuffled and huffed. The night was getting cold. He wanted to move closer to the fire but he was too nervous to get closer to the alpha.
He knew what the night entailed, and he didn’t want to hurry anything. Jaskier was kind of hoping if he sat still enough the alpha may forget about him. Continuing through his routine and leaving the omega to his own devices.
But that was a lost hope. His alpha would take him. Whether he wanted it or not. He was still deciding whether he wanted to fight it or not. Jaskier knew that any chance for him to escape was little to nothing. But perhaps he could die trying. It would be nicer than what his future would have in store.
“I can hear your panic, little bunny.” The deep voice brought him out of his thoughts.
Blue met yellow as their eyes connected. The same bolt of tension shot through his stomach. The words clicked and Jaskier thought that his heart would burst at how fast his heart was beating.
Vesemir paused and leaned back, his eyebrows knitted together as he set aside the sword and stone.
“It’s okay, I do not mean to frighten you omega.”
Suddenly, as if struck by lightening Jaskier stood and walked a few more feet into the wood line. The alpha watched as Jaskier paced for a moment. His thoughts running wild like a band of wild horses through his brain. He felt angry and upset.
What was the alphas play?
Vesemir sat silent, just watching the omega turn over the previous events. Finally, Jaskier stopped. Resolving himself to the punishment that was sure to resolve from his words he turned to face the woods.
“Arent you going to…you know” Jaskier whispered. Flinching at his own voice in the quiet night.
He couldn’t stop his fingers from moving, fiddling with the new clothes Vesemir had bought for him.
“Are you going to mate me?” He tensed expecting a blow. Tension held in the air as Jaskier squeezed his eyes shut.
Instead a large warm hand wrapped around his shoulder.
Jaskier’s eyes went wide and slowly he turned eyes still on the ground.
Vesemir growled, “I would never touch you without your permission, omega.”
Jaskier froze his whole body like a live wire. What could that possibly mean? He couldn’t mean it right? How could an alpha be so…so kind?”
“I…I don’t know what you want from me, alpha.”
The alpha…well he crumbled. For the first time Jaskier looked up. He almost laughed.
Vesemir had lowered to his knees. Eye level with the omegas solar plexus. He looked…well he looked broken. Eyebrows drawn, slips tilting down, his head tilted lightly to the side.
“I don’t want anything from you Julien.”
Jaskiers turned again to the woods suddenly angry. Fuck this.
“Don’t lie to me” Jaskier whispered
Vesemir almost interrupted him with how fast he responded “I am not-“
“I said don’t lie to me!”
“Julien. Something is wrong. I do not know what it is if you do not tell me.” Vesemir slowly brought himself to stand, moving slow like approaching a scared animal.
“Your wrong! This is wrong!” Jaskier felt hysterical. “This is crazy! You’re an alpha. Im an omega. Stop trying to pretend that you care for me.”
Vesemir stood stunned. Jaskiers mouth wouldn’t stop.
“This is a joke right? A big sick joke, isn’t it? You pretend to be the sweet alpha and gain my trust before breaking me in!?”
Jaskiers voice rose. This was all becoming too overwhelming. Hot tears streaming down his face. Anger and frustration sunk in.
Suddenly his eyes connected with vesemir’s once more. Blue and gold.
Like his strings were cut all of the anger seeped from him. The alphas slowly approached the omega again.
He reached a large hand over and cupped the angular cheekbones. His thumb rubbing a line down. Jaskier shivered as a callus caught on his skin.
His scent flooded his senses. Oak and ash. Like a hearth. Warm and comforting.
“‘mega” the deep baritone rumbled.
Jaskier thought he was going to cry… or scream. What the fuck was going on?
“I should have-“ Vesemir shook his head, frustrated. He turned away from Jaskier his hands going to his hips.
“I am a fool.” He mumbled to the fire. Before turning to face towards Jaskier. “I had thought that your father had told you. Come here little one.”
Vesemir lifted his hand offering it to the omega.
Warily Jaskier placed his hand in it. Vesemirs hand was so much bigger than his. It made him want to shiver.
Slowly the alpha led the omega to the fire settling him on the bedroll that he had bought for him. Wrapping a blanket around his shoulders he made sure to keep his movements slow to not frighten the omega.
He sat to the side of Jaskier facing the flames. Jaskier could see his eyes or he could look into the flames. They were close enough so he could feel the alphas warmth.
“My name is Vesemir. I am sure you have already realized but I am an alpha and a Witcher. I should have introduced myself earlier. I- it was. There were a lot of humans” vesemir suddenly glanced into the flames his voice lowering as if sharing a secret “Witchers have heightened senses. It keeps us alive, helps us fight monsters. It can sometimes be…overwhelming. When surrounded by noise”
Jaskier listened quietly watching the flames dancing in the man’s eyes.
“Witchers used to have omegas. Not many humans know. They-they were protected secrets. It is a sacred bond, between the alpha and omega.” Vesemir seemed lost in memories. “It has been a long time since I have been around an omega.”
“Why? Why did you buy me?” Jaskier whispered, tense but too tired to be scared.
“Witchers have always been alphas. But we are inherently weak.”
Jaskier was shocked. “Weak?”
“Our powers, our abilities... I have the sight of a hawk. The hearing of an owl. The agility of a cat. The strength of a bear. All of this…it is too much.
One man. One body can not process it all. On its own it can cause a Witcher to succumb to maddness. Time and death can break anyone. The legends, the tales of wild Witchers causing death and destruction. They were the early Witchers. Before they had them…Omegas. They center us. They focus us. It’s like-like a beacon. Something to focus it on. Someone to protect. Someone to care for.”
He turned to the omega. Jaskier looked into the alphas eyes looking for a trick. A lie. Something that would never come.
“I came here to find an omega. Not just for myself… I have had an omega before. I have been without one for many years. I could hold out for longer. Years if I had to.”
He smiled almost to himself.
“I’m an old wolf…But my boys are young”
He paused and Jaskier saw the wrinkles on his face deepen. He looked older in this light. Tired.
“Fifteen years ago, humans came and destroyed the Witcher school of the wolf.” Vesemir looked to his hands sitting in his lap. Jaskier couldn’t help but reach out. He wrapped his hands around Vesemir’s large ones.
“They killed my brothers. They killed my omega. The only one left was me. Me and the trainees. Three new Witchers, an old swordsman, and a pile of ash.”
He laughed wryly. “Geralt, Eskel, and Lambert. I have almost finished their training. They are young, stupid and powerful. Too powerful for their own good. Too much in them. They need a focus. Something to work for.”
“An omega” Jaskier whispered.
Vesemir squeezed his hand. “The path is hard. With our past it is even harder. The world hates us. My boys will have a hard time dealing with that. They need someone to hold them at night. To help them through it all.”
He looked into Jaskiers eyes once more. God his eyes were beautiful. the omega thought.
“In return, I offer you a life of protection, care and love.
It is clear that you think me some monster. I had thought that it was because I am a Witcher.
Now I am beginning to realize that it is also because I am an alpha. I do not know the customs of Radania. I do not know of their practices with omegas. But from what I have seen they are very different than Witchers.
We Witchers are…traditional. Some would call us barbaric. We believe that omegas are sacred. To be loved by an omega is the greatest gift.
I would like to take you to Kaer Morhen, the school of the wolves. I want to introduce you to my boys and teach them how to take care of you as you deserve. I would ask for you to care for them, to help them as I can not.”
“And you?” Jaskier lifted a crooked smile. “Can I care for you?”
Vesemir froze. His eyes flashed up to meet Jaskier’s
“I-I If you would bestow such a gift upon me.” Vesemir lifted the pale hand to his lips. “I would give myself to you as well. As your alpha.”
“Four alphas?” Jaskier was shocked at the notion. He had always heard of alphas being naturally territorial fighting and killing over omegas. Often times ending in a hurt omega.
Vesemir looked hopeful, “We would honor you as you deserve, Julien. If you would have us?”
“Jaskier” he whispered. Looking at their intertwined hands.
The alphas eyes widened and he took a big deep breath like he was trying to catch it.
“I want-I would like for you to call me Jaskier please”
A smile graced the alphas lips.
“Dandelion. Jaskier. It fits.”
———
“Omega! You will fall.”
Jaskier jumped a bit, trying to see farther.
“You said we would be able to see it soon, Vesemir” Jaskier called back behind him. Staring out into the mountain range. They had a while to go yet to get into the valley ahead but the alpha had told him it might be clear enough to see from here.
Jaskier saw only trees.
Vesemir walked up slowly behind holding the horses. He stopped and looked.
“I’m sorry, little one. Maybe a few more hours and you will see the keep then.”
Jaskier couldn’t help but pout a bit. They were so close!
Vesemir and him have been traveling for two months now. Slower than it has ever been for the alpha.
Usually he was walking with a purpose never taking the time to stop, rest, or think. The omega made him slow. His stamina wasn’t as high and as a human he needed more rest. He was nice to travel with though. Since that day, almost two months ago now, since they had their conversation Jaskier has grown out of his shell.
Once he realized that the alpha really did not want to hurt him, he came alive. Slowly he became braver, talking more and singing. Telling Vesemir stories and tales that he had heard. Memories of childhood, of life before. Vesemir watched as his personality started to shine through. The omega was funny and kind. Looking towards the good in life, he was quick to laughter and especially ready to break into song.
Jaskier had a knack for finding things too. He was always stumbling upon a lost flock of sheep or a pretty rock or at one memorable occasions a godling. Above all, Jaskier was clever. Witty and sharp his humor was always quick and biting. His jokes and charm immediately attracted anyone they came across.
He was still wary of alphas. Sometimes even large betas made him take a step back. With the Witcher behind him, glowering in a protective shield, most gave them a wide berth.
Jaskier had learned more about Vesemir too. Slowly he was able to pry more information about the Witcher. It was difficult work, the Witcher naturally quiet. Eventually though, Vesemir opened up. Sharing more about the path, the way of the Witcher. Telling Jaskier of the history of the Witchers, what they endured.
Vesemir had told him of the boys. The trainees at Kaer Morhen. Jaskier was…excited. He knew, logically that he should be scared. He was to be alone in the mountains with four Witchers.
Although Vesemir had assured him that Witchers had always shared omegas, Jaskier could not help but be reminded of the stories. Horror stories told to him by his older brothers of alphas ripping apart their omegas in a territorial fight.
Jaskier shivered at the thought. The wind whipping at his clothes. He had found a nice blue doublet that matched his eyes. Vesemir had noticed his gaze linger on it as they had travelled through a market in Novigrad. He had bought it for Jaskier and the omega’s smile lasted for almost a whole day. He spent most of the next week running his fingers along the silk as if he couldn’t believe it was real.
Vesemir stood next to him for a moment, his form towering over the omega. The omega looked out at the green valley below. The large pine trees circling around a large clear mountain lake.
“It’s beautiful.” Jaskier said awe-struck.
“The keep is even more impressive. Just wait. Should only be a night or two.”
Vesemir began walking again, spurring along the horses.
Jaskier followed, excitedly rambling.
——
That night they had settled into camp. Jaskier was sneaking Cider a few extra sugar cubes. He was rubbing the mares long nose.
The horse snuffled into his palm and Jaskier grinned at the tickle of hair on his skin.
“You shouldn’t spoil her too much” Vesemir said carrying a few rabbits out of the woods.
Jaskier smiled quietly to himself, “I thought that was what I was here for. To spoil.”
Vesemir chuckled deeply, “Not yet. The boys need to learn how to take care of you first omega.”
Jaskier tilted his head and looked over his shoulder. He rubbed at Ciders nose absently, “You keep saying that. I don’t really understand what you mean by ‘take care’”
“You are an omega.” Vesemir said turning back to skinning the rabbits.
Jaskier sighed, he had heard that before too. It was always Vesemirs response. When he had bought Jaskier his new doublet or when he had spent a little extra coin to get an inn for the night.
“I don’t really understand that either” Jasper admitted. Giving one last pet to Ciders nose he turned towards Vesemir. Slowly walking to a log that the Witcher had pulled up next to the fire.
Vesemir shrugged. More Witcher silence. Jaskier was considering trade marking the term. Vesemir was a quiet man. Jaskier noticed that the alpha always fell quiet when he was nervous or overwhelmed, unsure of himself. It didn’t happen often. The alpha was the most capable man he had ever seen. Building fires, killing monsters, skinning rabbits were all done with masterful simplicity. Talking however…that was difficult.
The omega wrapped one of his shawls around his shoulder. He steeled himself, if he were back in lettenhove he would have never dared to continue to pry. Vesemir had not hit him since they met, always asking permission for even the simplest touch.
“Please…I-I want to know what you mean by that.” Jaskier lowered his head, staring into the flames. “Before we get to the keep. I want to know what you are expecting.”
Vesemir sighed, “I am not expecting anything. It…It’s difficult to explain.” He paused considering his words, “we don’t really have to explain it. We just…do it.”
“Do what?” Jaskier asked huffing at Vesemirs frustrating haziness.
“Take care of you.” Vesemir looked up suddenly. The heat in his eyes was not from the small fire that they built. “Witcher’s have had omegas a long time. Omegas have done a lot for us.”
“Like what?” Jaskier leaned forward.
Vesemir considered. “They aren’t afraid of us. They don’t smell like fear.”
Jaskier threw up his hands, “but that’s not something I do. I’m just not afraid of you.”
Vesemir smiled wryly. “That’s a lot more than you know.”
Jaskier knew what he meant. The few months that they have been traveling together Jaskier had begun to see what the alpha meant that the path was hard.
Every village or town that they had passed through had resulted in a show of the populations distain for the monster hunter. Sometimes it was a swift and gruff denial for the pair looking for a room. Other times the citizens went out of their way to show the Witcher that he did not belong, yelling insults and throwing food.
Jaskier was shocked and disturbed at first. After he saw Vesemirs sullen and resigned face in response, that shock melted away in bright hot anger.
Sure the alpha was large and intimidating but he was also gentle and soft spoken. He never hit back, yelled or cursed. Jaskier hated it. Sometimes he wanted to stand up and yell insults back, defend his alpha. But he wasn’t Jaskier’s. At least not yet.
“I told you. Witcher’s are traditional. Apart of our training is how to be an alpha.” Vesemirs blade worked quickly separating the meet from the bones and skewering them on sticks. “Being an alpha means to take care of omegas.”
“Yes yes. You have said that already” Jaskier sighed eyes rolling. “But what does ‘take care’ mean?”
The alphas eye brows rose. He looked shocked glancing at the omega. He paused, trying to assess the omegas thoughts and feelings. “I…We haven’t talked much about your life. Back with your family. I would never hope to presume or push you to talk about things that you don’t want to. But can I ask…what was it like?”
Jaskier ducked his head, suddenly panicking at the topic turning suddenly back to him. “You’re avoiding my question.”
“No. I’m gaining information.” Vesemirs grumbled. “You can’t hunt a monster without knowing its species.”
“I’m not a creature you are hunting” Jaskier crooked one eyebrow.
“No. You are not.”
Silenced elapsed once more and Jaskier finally resented. Stupid stubborn Witcher.
“When I presented as an omega my family was…disappointed to say the least. Omegas don’t bring a lot to the table. Often glorified furniture or breeding tools, my father didn’t have the money for a good dowry. Which means that no alpha wanted me.” Jaskier fiddled with the hem of his pants. “I was a waste. No omega could get an education or a job. No alpha wanted me. My presence was just a reminder of what My father missed out on when he had me.
He…he made that sentiment known. I realized quickly that if I stayed out of his way he would just leave me alone. It wasn’t too bad.” Jaskier shrugged still not looking at the alphas face. “I had food and a warm bed. There are much worse fates. It was lonely sure but I survived it.”
At that Jaskier finally glanced up. Vesemirs eyes were full of a heat again, this time it was rage. His fists clenched and his jaw tightened. He finally took a breath, clearly trying to calm himself. It seemed to barely work.
“You….you are not a burden. You are an omega.”
“You say that like…like being an omega is a good thing.” Jaskier whispered.
Vesemir suddenly stood walking to the small omega. He fell to a knee in front of Jaskier his hands hovering over Jaskier legs like he was unsure to what he could do.
“Omegas are good. Omegas are precious. The fact that you don’t know that….” Vesemir huffed in frustration. “The fact that your family made you feel that you were nothing less than a gift from the gods is…”
The alpha clenched his hands to fits looking like he wanted to punch something.
Jaskier tilted his head staring wide eyed at the alphas face.
“You really believe that, huh?” Jaskier murmured.
It was a common sentiment as well from the Witcher. It only took it two months for it to finally sound true.
The Witcher nodded. “Of course.”
It was the way he said it. Like it was saying that the sky was blue. The snow would fall onto the mountain. the sun will set tomorrow. As sure as tomorrow. Jaskier was precious.
Jaskier suddenly realized how utterly stupid he has been. He had never really dropped the aching terror in his stomach. That Vesemir would drop him off on the side of the path one day. One day his ramblings would send the alpha into a rage. Or worse. He would take him, hurt him and bleed him. Use the omega like the stories warned.
He had been blinded by that fear unable to truly understand the Witcher. They had sometimes tried to talk about it. Mostly it left Jaskier in tears and hyperventilating. The Witcher never pushed. He was good like that.
Now, Jaskier finally let himself believe. He stood suddenly forcing the Witcher to stand as well. The uncharacteristically clumsy movement of the Witcher toward the fire suddenly made Jaskier find the last bit of confidence he needed. He stepped forward and held both palms to the alphas chest.
The warm rising flat skin pressing through the heavy shirt the alpha wore in the mountains. This close the omega could feel his heat. He rose forward having to lean up on his toes to come to the alphas face.
His hand reached underneath the alphas jaw and guided their lips together.
Floating. It was like he was floating. His head had filled with clouds, as the alphas rough hands had wrapped quickly around him. Suddenly it was like they had always been doing this.
Jaskier’s lips moved without thought, pressing into the tongues. The kiss was deep and true. Not urgent or hurried just warm and delightful. Jaskier purred as the alphas hand curled around the back of his head cradling his neck and the bottom of his skull.
He felt precious.
The strong monster hunters hands were strong and gentle pulling and pushing the omega into the places he wanted.
Jaskier fell into the kiss.
They stood there a while lips moving and hands gently gliding along each others bodies. They never strayed too far. Only a few times did Vesemirs hand cup the gentle curve of his lower back, the beginning of his lower half. The omega couldn’t stop his hands cupping along the alphas chest and shoulders.
God the alpha was big. He felt so deliciously delicate in his sure hands. Finally in what could have been only an hour or a day they pulled back. Their lips disconnecting in a slick line.
Vesemir sighed as their foreheads touched. The omega’s eyes rested closed chasing the tingling feeling on his lips. The alpha meanwhile had yet to blink. Taking in the bliss of the omegas face like he was shocked at the luck he had.
Vesemir truly couldn’t believe it. The omega. Jaskier had kissed him. He had honored him with the kiss. The old wolf had never dared to hope. The omega was his, by law. But he would never dream of forcing the young man to do anything.
Jaskier had wanted him. He could smell it on the pretty omega from their first time meeting. The sweet honey dripping down his thighs calling like a sweet siren song.
Jaskier’s scent alone was enough for the alpha to want to fall to his knees. God it’s been a while since he has been around an omega. The pups will go feral.
It seemed fate had been kind to him. He had finally found an omega. Their sweet omega.
—-
That night they lay under the stars. Finally Jaskier had put aside his fear and wrapped their bedrolls together. Curling into the alphas side. Their hands stayed above the waist. Just holding each other.
Vesemir had showed him the stars. The star chart above Kaer morhen was as familiar to him as the scars on his chest. They had been drilled into him as a trainee. How to find certain stars, how to find his way home.
He told him of the constellations. Telling the stories that he had heard. Some from across the continent but plenty from the Witcher keep.
So many saw Witchers has uncaring, soulless, and heartless. The Witcher pointed his hand to the right.
“That is Gundor’s sword. It comes from a Witcher myth.” Jaskier hummed curious.
“It was told to me as a child.”
“Tell me it.” The omega traced his fingers in circles over the Witchers heart.
“The story is that there was a young Witcher. He was working in Arg Skellege, a wolf Witcher. One night he came upon a village terrorized by a monster. The village mayor told Gundor of an evil witch who haunted the woods, killing those who got lost.
The Witcher investigated, and found a wraith. The spirit of an omega. Killed by the mayor himself. the alpha had gone into a rage when the young omega had rejected him.
At learning this, Gundor went back to the village and found the mayor. He killed the monster.”
“And the wraith?” Jaskier asked. Looking up at the sword.
“The Witcher returned to the wraith. The place where the omega had died. He took off his silver sword, the one that he had used to cut the head off of the mayor, and laid it in the dirt. The omega infused their spirit into the sword, swearing themselves as the alphas mate.
They said that there was a sword out there that if used by a Witcher will bring the wielder protection and power of an omega.”
“The power of an omega?” Jaskier asked incredulously looking up at the alpha. It seemed like an oxymoron.
“Strength and resilience. The omega heals the weilder as he uses it.
That’s why omegas are so precious dandelion. You hold our hearts in your hands. Your power is unparalleled.”
Jaskier blushed and his stomach looped. He glanced back up to the stars.
Unparalleled.
——-
The keep was so much bigger than he realized. The stone walls showed clear areas of damage and rebuilding. Moss slowly grew up the stone and the wildflowers bloomed in the hills surrounding the keep. Dead leaves had begun to fall from the large oak tree next to the gate. Jaskier could see slight charring in the stone, reminders of a blazing fire.
The young omega stared up at the large wooden doors. It was loud as it creaked open. The Witcher pulling the heavy iron handle. The omega was quickly ushered inside alongside the horses.
In the first outer courtyard Jaskier could see stables with a few horses already inside. The keep loomed in front of him. Another pair of gates were open ahead leading closer to the actual doors of the main entrance. Jaskier jumped at Vesemir grabbing the reigns of cider from his hands.
He had been so busy staring in awe as the great towering walls leaping into the clouds that he didn’t notice Vesemir whispering into the winds, trusting the heightened senses of the boys.
Slowly Vesemir led the horses to the stables and tied them quickly to the post.
He was back to Jaskier quickly as he led him towards the entrance to the keep.
“Should we untack the horses?” Vesemir shook his head and gently ushered the omega by the small of his back.
“The pups will do it. Let’s get you inside.” He could see that Jaskier was exhausted. Swaying slightly on his feet. They took it slow, and being only October the path was not so cold as to be painful. But even for the strongest of humans “the killer” was grueling.
It only took seconds once they walked into the main foyer of the keep that Jaskier realized that they were not alone.
The deep scent of alpha was so deep here it was almost overwhelming. Jaskier felt lightheaded as the deep tones of the scent filled his lungs.
The Witchers however had known the omega was close almost 8 hours earlier.
——
Geralt woke with a start. The hay under his head rustling as his brain clicked online. He sat for a while trying to figure out what had woken him. He could hear his brothers breathing. He felt Eskels breath against his calf. The largest Witcher was snoring softly. Lamberts head was laying near his ribs, brows knotting in his sleep.
Geralt focused. A soft barn owl hooted and the rustling of a garden mouse came from the herb garden by the stables. It took about a minute of focus before he smelt it. Honey. Sweet, sweeter than the natural kind. This honey was like a candy. Soft on his tongue. He sat up before he could think of it. Eskel and Lambert woke quickly from that, sensing and smelling Geralt’s sudden urgency.
None of them had ever smelt an omega before. Not that they could remember anyway. And not like this. But from what they had heard from their lessons. from what they had read in books, from hushed rumors between boys in the dark of night this was Geralts best approximation.
Lambert had been dubious at the stories. Alphas melting over the small wiff of an omega. All of it seems pretty outrageous. He had never believed in it. Nothing has shaken him yet. Being the youngest and the most prideful of the Witchers, lambert couldn’t help but see himself at the top of the food chain. His strength and reflexes were stronger than most Witchers and he knew it.
At Geralts sudden movement Lambert was reaching for his blade. The humans had come again. He fought his heart beating. Only after stumbling outside closer to the gates did he realize that it was no army or mob.
Berries. Sweet and sour. Like summer, bright and plump on his tongue. Omega.
He was hard and leaking in his trousers in moments.
No one looked Eskel in the eyes. Not since the scar. It had only been three months. The scabs finally itched away revealing thin red lines. The stupid forktail had taken more than just strips of his flesh. His brothers had tried not to act any different. But he could still feel the hesitation around them. It was odd. He was the biggest of the wolf Witchers. Lambert always used to joke that he was actually injected with the bear school mutations by accident. He was already scary for his size. Mixed with his “weird skin” which he also had made it worse. He had, for whatever reason, a more magical aura than his brothers. All of this didn’t compared to the scar that graced his face. Not even on the path yet and He knew that the path would hate him. Humans would most definitely run in fear. His stomach twisted in knots every time he thought of it.
He had woken from a dream of a village of pitchforks and fire when he had smelt it.
Vanilla. Soft as a breeze. Like soft Lilly petals the scent washed over Eskel’s skin. The itchy pain of his new scars faded into smoke as he focused on the scent of omega on the wind.
Their omega.
—-
They had been moving ever since. Frantic energy seeping away at the building tension in their guts. They barely needed to speak. Only moving silently next to each other ears straining for any sound of movement or a voice. Their hands worked, scrubbing floors and dusting rooms. They picked a large room, one with a large balcony and not far from the kitchens. It could be warmed easily and the view was breathtaking. The bed was fluffed and mussed until each pillow was sitting just perfect. They moved the tables once and then again and then again. unsatisfied with the positioning trying to make the room the absolute best it could be.
Candles and cups and basins and fur all carried up the long winding stairs. By the time the sun rose above the horizon the room was immaculate. They didn’t even spare a moment of pride before they moved on. The kitchens, the library, even the training areas were cleaned and dusted within an inch of its life. As the morning dragged on the scent got stronger. Geralt had begun to hear faint traces of a voice on the air. Each alpha needing to take turns to visit the bathrooms and release themselves.
Their energy building like a rising tide. Their omega was getting closer. He was coming home.
—-
The fire crackled in the large hearth. An almost staggering amount of fire creating a heated blaze that warmed every inch of the room. The light from the high windows casting light upon a few tables and a circle of sofas and chairs near the blaze.
The alphas were already standing, having heard Vesemirs orders.
“Be ready. He is coming. Don’t frighten him.”
All three alphas eyes were locked onto him. Every step he took and every sway of his arms traced by the keen cat eyes. Jaskier’s skin tingled, he slows his step taken aback by the intensity of the eyes upon him.
The Witchers were younger than Vesemir. It was clear. Their faces lacked the lines and freckles of years. The youngest couldn’t be more than 18, Jaskier who was almost 23 felt awkward. However each of them were at least 6 inches taller than him.
Jaskier looked each of them over. The one farthest to the right was the shortest. Short red hair, his eyes were round and his mouth was curved in a cocky grin. Jaskier couldn’t help but notice his clear jittering. His hands moved nonstop twining his fingers together or fiddling with his sleeves it seemed he couldn’t help his excess of energy. He had a thin straight nose and a light dusting of faded freckles. The small amount acne dotting his jaw revealed his age. The thin mischievous smile he worked solidified it. Young and proud.
To the left was a large Witcher. Larger than even Vesemir, the man towered over the others. Dark hair curled slighted at the ends and dark eyes were deep set. His nose was large and hooked with a flattened bridge. Large shoulders and arms created a true mountain of a man. God he could probably wrap his hands around Jaskier’s waist and have his fingers touch. The omega almost squirmed in his seat.
His eyes would not meet Jaskier’s though. He suspected the cause was the jagged group of scars lining the left of his face. The Witcher held his face perfectly to hide the majority of the scars in the shadow. Jaskier’s heart hurt at the thought of the handsome Witcher feeling ashamed.
All of the Witchers were handsome. There was no denying that. Jaskier felt the warmth in his body spread just from their looks alone. His attraction towards them was inescapable. However, where the two young Witchers made him shiver the middle alpha made him gush.
The alpha was not the tallest, nor the youngest. His white hair and pale skin set him from the rest. Jaskier couldnt help but feel frozen by his gaze. Sharp and unreadable the Witchers face was blank. His nose was straight and his jaw was sharp. His body was agile and full, swelling muscles he exuded the air of a predator. Jaskier wanted to keen, seek out the alphas approval.
They all stood for a moment. Staring at one another. Eventually Vesemir cleared his throat.
“Jaskier, this is Eskel, Lambert, and Geralt. They are the Witcher trainees.”
Jaskier finally nodded. He felt his blush grow on his cheeks as he carefully removed his gloves. Three sets of eyes followed the movement as pale fingers were revealed.
“Come, are you going to make the omega stand here all night?”
Like a sudden lightening bolt from the sky the young wolves moved. Geralt rushed towards the fire, stocking the flames and checking the soup they had been cooking. Eskel rushed to the large plush chair in front of the fire, quickly fluffing each pillow for behind the omegas back. Lambert walked towards the front door closing the large wooden doors to make sure no cold air escaped into the warm chamber for their omega.
Vesemir smiled at the uncharacteristic quiet from the boys. Usually they would be pestering him, asking questions of the path teasing each other. Now they were focused and quiet. Already he could see the omega was having a good affect on the pups.
He brushed up behind Jaskier and pulled away the large fur coat from his shoulders. He took the cloth and gloves and slowly bundled the young man to the chair.
As the omega settled in the chair, Lambert stood awkwardly at a distance from the chair. His eyes followed Jaskier’s movement as the omega adjusted into the soft cushions. Vesemir walked towards fold the cloak.
Jaskier slowly looked towards Lambert, noticing his piercing gaze. “Hello” He said, waving towards the youngest Witcher.
All three Witchers froze. Lambert felt a shiver go from the tip of his toes to the top of his head. He sat stupidly as a tent formed in his trousers. Vesemir turned at the increasingly potent scent of alpha arousal. Jaskier froze at the scent, panic filling his own at the realization of the situation. The three young alphas looked at him like prey.
“What do you think you are doing?! He just got back he doesn’t need to be bombarded by you and your pheromones.”
All three pups jumped again at that and Lambert straightened. So much for his alpha strength and power.
He turned and ran out to the courtyard. Eskel and a Geralt were close behind.
“Are they alright?” Jaskier asked, wide eyes peaking up to the eldest Witcher.
Vesemir nodded and grabbed a bowl of soup for the omega. He brought over the bowl and a large goblet of water.
“Eat and I will tell you.” Jaskier sat for a moment. Vesemir tapped the wooden spoon on the bowl and lifted his eyebrows. The omega jumped and picked up the spoon himself. Slowly he began to eat and the
Witcher began to speak.
“Kaer Morhen fell right after they went through the trails. The trials, they slow down the aging immensely. Most of their training is done after each section of the trials. The final section of the training is about more than just monsters. It’s about men.
Witchers are not the only beings who travel the path. Men, who pay us coin do too. It has always been difficult balancing public opinion and efficiency. Especially recently with all of the stories about Witchers.”
Jaskier nodded into his stew. He remembers those stories. Flashes of bloody bodies came to mind.
“It’s important that a Witcher knows how to control himself around humans. Negating the…weirdness of the mutations is a part of that.”
“What do you mean weirdness?” Jaskier asked.
“Humans often find some Witcher traits unsettling. For instance, Witchers don’t really need to cook. The mutations have affected our ability to digest food. Usually on the path especially any meat we caught could just be eaten raw. It saves lots of time, but humans find it disturbing. So, we teach young Witchers to avoid it.”
“So…that’s why they are staring at me like that?”
“No. They are staring like that because he haven’t been trained not to yet. Remember what I said about omegas power?”
Jaskier nodded.
“They have never scented an omega before. As a Witcher we have been changed to find an omegas scent…especially enticing. That, and our heightens senses makes being around an omega especially…potent.” At that his eyes jumped to Jaskier. A heat bore into Jaskier, he shivered. The alpha continued, “From personal experience I can tell you that it is…overwhelming to say the least.”
Jaskier cocked his head curiously. “Is it too much? Does it make them uncomfortable.”
“No. Well…kind of.” Vesemir thought for a moment. “It is good that they are uncomfortable now. You will help them get used to it. They can start to become desensitized to it.”
Jaskier sighed. “That makes sense.” He took the last bite of his stew. “I’m sorry that I am difficult to be around.”
Vesemir melted walking to Jaskier. He set his large hand on the omegas knee.
“Oh no little one. It is not difficult like that. They like you.”
Jasker sat confused.
“They really like you.” Vesemir purred.
Jaskier’s eyes widened in realization. Heat shot up his spine. His scent. It was driving the alphas mad. He felt…oddly charged. Like lightening was about to strike.
The door was still cracked and he noticed at the corner of his eyes that the alphas had returned. Each standing in the doorway. They watched the pair at the fire.
Their eyesight is enhanced. Jaskier thought. They can probably see the blush rising in his cheeks. They can hear my heart beating, smell the slick gathering in my folds.
Vesemir followed Jaskier’s gaze, seeing the trio at the door. His lips turned up in a wry grin. It was time for their first lesson.
He turned towards the omega, lifting his chin with two fingers. Jaskier followed obediently without thinking. His eyes fluttering close as Vesemirs lips sealed around his.
In the past few days they had kissed a few more times. Most were short pecks in greeting or goodbye. Last night, the night before their arrival they had spent almost an hour in their bedrolls making out like teenagers. Slow deep kisses becoming passionate. A few times Vesemirs hand had reached down to cup the round curve of where Jaskier’s thighs met his backside.
This kiss picked up right where they had left off. The lips on his were searing hot. Vesemirs tongue was quickly delving into his mouth. Loud clicks of saliva echoed in the quiet room.
They can see everything. Jaskier thought. His stomach flipped in exhilaration. Vesemirs warm hands cradled his head, wrapping around Jaskier’s jaw. His other hand, large and warm wrapped around Jaskier’s ribs. He slowly rubbed circles into the skin, eventually his hand moved his thumb stretching to catch the edge of the omegas nipple through his shirt. At the sudden touch, the Jaskier let out an helpless desperate moan into the alphas mouth.
Unknown to the omega who was deeply entranced in the kiss, the three alphas at the door had basically crumpled where they stood. Lambert fell to the ground again. He stared shocked at the tent in his pants. Too soon after he had just taken care of himself. His brothers were in a similar spot and they all turned around to the cool autumn evening.
They sighed at yet another night with their hands.
——-
A few hours had passed since their kiss and Jaskier was sleeping soundly curled up in a large chair by the fire. A large wool blanket wrapped around his shoulders. Vesemir was in the kitchen, putting away the dishes from dinner.
The boys would be back any minute from their break. He had heard them deciding to take a short run to let off a bit more steam. It seems like they were insatiable.
Their bodies running on adrenaline and lust. It was about control, reigning in the beast. they could do it. They could do it for Jaskier.
Still, the omegas scent was particularly powerful. Even Vesemir found himself slipping and letting loose a small growl when Jaskier is touched by a stranger or letting his hand linger on the omegas neck, desperate to make the young man smell like his. He had remembered the overwhelming feeling he had as a young Witcher, making good acquaintance with his hand and growling into the pile of hay that all Witcher trainees slept in.
He remembers his first heat with an omega, her red hair blooming in a halo on the pillow around him. He had apologized for leaning on it, she had laughed and it sounded like spring—-no.
He had to stop. Shutting the memory down was harder than usual.
God this omega was going to kill him. His control was slipping.
Vesemir sighed and grabbed a towel to wipe his hands, making his way to the main hall.
His mind was so focused on his thoughts that he didn’t notice the change in occupants in the room. On the chair the omega still lay, head lolling to the side and small pink lips parted.
However, the Witchers had returned. All sitting around the large chair with equally enraptured expressions. They didn’t even try to hide it, the omega was gorgeous. Vesemir smiled and shook his head.
This is why they needed, an omega. This is why they needed Jaskier.
He was excited for his boys to really meet the omega. These past few months had allowed the alpha to really know the young man. Hearing his singing and laughing, telling jokes and sharing stories. Sometimes at night sharing secrets and dreams. The boys would love him as he had grown to—
Wait. Love? Vesemir froze. Did he love Jaskier? Already? He looked back up at the wolves and Jaskier.
The boys looked calm and peaceful, seemingly fine with just being in the presence of the omega.
He sighed. It didn’t matter. He would let himself enjoy the present. To enjoy this moment.
That night he sent the boys to the barn earlier than normal. All Witcher trainees, no matter what size or grade level, had to sleep in the barn. It was another archaic practice. The boys didn’t mind, they slept together in dog piles, the warmth of the hay and the few blankets kept them toasty. Besides, they liked to spend the time with their brothers, their pack.
Now that the omega was in the keep though it was difficult to go very far. Vesemir could tell that the boys instincts were yelling and begging them to stay with Jaskier. Wanting to bury their nose into the omegas scent glands and never come out. That is exactly why it is important for them to stay in the barn, Vesemir thought. Safer for everyone until Jaskier is more comfortable.
He carried the omega up to his new room, setting him amongst the piles of furs waiting. Lighting the fire with Igni, he closed the door behind him before freezing.
After a few moments of battling with himself and his instincts the alpha finally sunk to the floor, back sliding against the wood. “So much for controlling your instincts, wolf.” Vesemir muttered to himself and resigned himself to sleeping outside of the omegas door.
He just needed to know that Jaskier was close.
——