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It was in the middle of winter.
The storm had been howling for three days straight, a vicious and tainted blizzard that turned the northern wilds into somewhat of a white hell. Snow whipped sideways, thick with corrupted energy that made the air taste like ozone and old blood.
Varka licked his dry lips, eyes squinting from how the harsh cold made his eyes feel foggy as he looked around himself, feeling his skin prickle with coldness even through covered walls and the sound of loud laughter and drunk babbles reached his hypersensitive ears faintly.
Today was tiring and the snow was falling fast— fuck, he wanted to get drunk today but he knew he shouldn't like he usually does with his companions and his many knights to celebrate their many victories.
His expedition party that he had held of two dozen knights from Mondstadt, a handful of local guides and civilians because apparently, the more the merrier he supposes. He just prefers it that way.
And of course there was also the enigmatic Snowland fae lightkeeper who had joined them not too long ago, he went by Flins, of course Varka remembers him they're gotten close to a point where they're almost drinking buddies in a sort of way. Flins was a beautiful man with an almost unforgettable face and though he was a relatively small man in comparison to Varka— he was by no means weak or fragile.
You could say he was very good friends with Flins, he admired him.
Factly, he was a powerful and agile alpha much to Varka's surprise.
Not that he's one to assume one's secondary gender but naturally you'd guess he's an omega or at least a beta due to his size and body but surprisingly he's an alpha— a very small one but obviously not meant to be taken lightly.
He had followed along their journey and had joined their loud and obnoxious expedition feast. All night, Varka had seen him drink a few pints down like it was nothing, laughing around with the knights.
He would be chatty at times with Varka, would make a joke here and there and the thing was Varka would've returned the enthusiasm if it weren't for certain things nagging at his ass.
Varka didn't manage to get that drunk tonight.
The snowstorm had beaten him to it, around the border closer to Snezhnaya
Him and his whole group had been forced to shelter in the ruins of an ancient watchtower due the giant snow storm taking place fastly because apparently the basic cabin they had originally planned to spend their night in had heavy snow fallen on top of its roof until it felt suffocatingly cold and eventually, he had to move for their better.
The watchtower was old by all means and the stone walls still held some warmth from the braziers they’d lit but the wind found every crack of it, whistling like it was dying.
Varka had laughed it off at first when there was news of a storm coming, clapping shoulders and bellowing orders with his usual booming cheer but by no means was he as calm as he seemed because it was just not the snow storm that was bothering him to nuts.
You would find it absolutely humorous to know that Grand Master Varka, Knight of Boreas, unbreakable as the mountains, strong in every way a man wished to be— relied on a bottle of pills to keep his body from collapsing completely.
Or if you're further confused— the great grand master of the knights of Favonius was an omega.
As unbelievable as it sounds, it's painfully and very unfortunately true. Even the most powerful of men have their weakness and for Varka, it was his own biology.
Being an omega wasn't much of an experience but rather a surviving point for Varka because relying on heavy medication to soothe down his hormones and keep his scent from flaring all around and alerting everyone around him that he was nothing but a meek yet ridiculously big omega.
It wouldn't be such a shame to say that he's an omega if it weren't for the way he looked and for the things he does. You could say he just didn't fit in— factly, he didn't fit in anywhere.
Omegas were meant to be delicate little creatures, meek and fragile to bend at the mere scent of an alpha's musk or rather they would want an alpha to bend them at their will as they present themselves beautifully. They were meant to be somewhat petite, small and gentle, at least in comparison to an alpha unlike what Varka was.
Varka was big, brawny and overall just not what you call the typical omega every alpha desires in their ruts. He was larger and more agile than the average alpha and it brought pride in his chest yet a part of him felt humiliated to be called an omega when he very well looks like an alpha.
He was ugly to the average alpha and not desired.
It was embarrassing. Just the thought of being an omega was so embarrassing to Varka that he never brought up his secondary gender and always let people assume that he's an alpha because obviously they're never going to ask.
Just look at him.
He's hideously big and there's no way some alpha would ever want to touch him. They wanted delicacy and softness and the whiny little sounds an omega makes during their heat as an alpha claims them hotly.
Varka whined and whimpered prettily but he wasn't pretty at all. He has equal heats as any other omegas when he misses a certain and planned dosage of his suppressants but he never has anyone to take care of him through his cycles because one, he's afraid to be mocked for his secondary gender.
And two, he's too damn insecure. He has had many hookups in the past but never a proper heat cycle, as in the full thing.
Actually, now that he remembers, he did sort of spend his heat with a few alphas but he vows to never do that again, maybe around three.
His only limited experience were two alphas in general who acted just the same but they were different of course— the first one was a commander in force who had smelled him and though he was surprised that Varka was an omega, he let himself be swayed by the sweet scent and eventually it ended up in Varka asking him to pull out because apparently he had broken the alpha's pelvis from riding him too hard.
The other was the same except yet again he had to do all the damn work while the alpha groaned and moaned under him like some man in pain. Ugh.
The third one.
You could say it was by far the most meaningful one and though he is one to dwell on last flings— he thinks that this certain alpha has left him the most lonely he's ever been. He doesn't like to bring old memories back but he grieves it deeply.
He has moved on but if you ask him about a certain red haired previous owner of the wine tycoon of Mondstadt— he'd have so much to feel but very little words to describe him. He was something dear yet Varka learned to move on.
Regardless, all he's ever had are useless alphas (except one) but Varka doesn't blame them one bit because with a body as big as his, you'd expect him to do all the work but in reality—
He just wanted to be held down and pounded to tears. You could say he loves his body and he works for it day and night but a part of him doesn't want to be big and burly all the time because that was what they all saw and what they needed to see.
Varka made a soft sound, his head pounding, fuck everything hurt.
The snow storm had taken its toll on him.
Or more like he had been careless with his own body— just before the snowstorm, he had plans to hit the local fish market or any nearby bazaar in hopes to catch a doctor's clinic because there was one thing he desperately needed as of now.
Suppressants.
Fuck, he needed them, he had completely forgotten that he was running low on his most important supplies and fuck yet again because it's no one's fault but his that he's feeling like shit as of now. He was out of his pills and of course without those damn pills, his body will naturally heat up and end up in a full cycle.
Inside his little space, pitched in the most sheltered corner of the tower's inner rooms, his mask was cracking slowly as he panted into the cold ground softly, feeling sweat bead up on his forehead through the cold.
His suppressants had run critically low three weeks ago and how careless of him to not buy them beforehand.
The cold, the constant fighting against the wild hunt, the stress of leading men through territory no Mondstadt knight had ever mapped and it had burned through his supply faster than he’d planned so there goes his excuse but fuck,
Now the heat was here, triggered rapidly because in reality, he's never had a proper heat cycle and now it's coming back biting at his ass stronger than ever for being suppressed for so long.
He lay hunched on the very corner of his poor excuse of a corner, broad shoulders hunched, clammy hands clenched on his stomach as winced in pain.
His uniform jacket was already off, shirt unbuttoned to the sternum and his chest, thick with muscle from decades of claymore swings, yet soft and heavy with the omega swell that no one had ever suspected— ached.
His nipples had started hurting hours ago, dark and tender, rubbing against the rough linen every time he breathed and fuck, his lower part, just between his thighs, his pussy throbbed in need.
Slick had already soaked through his pants and was starting to stain the inside of his trousers wetly. The scent of it, the sweet, honeyed, unmistakably scent of an omega filled the empty space despite the howling wind outside.
“Fuck,” He whispered, voice raw. He bit down on the edge of his cloak, muffling the groan that tried to escape as another cramp rolled through him.
His body was betraying him in the worst way because there's absolutely no way he's asking for help no, no, no— everyone outside thought he was the alpha to end all alphas and he will not let that ruin his reputation and let his knights see that he's something weak and helpless.
The man who could drink a Fatui Harbinger under the table and still lead a charge at dawn. No one would ever guess the truth that the Grandmaster of the Knights of Favonius was an omega who secretly craved nothing more than to be pinned down, fucked slow and deep and gentle until he cried like a spoiled little pillow princess.
He hated it.
Hated the way his tits felt heavy and sensitive, hated the slick dripping down his thighs, hated how empty his cunt felt. No alpha had ever wanted this version of him.
He still remembers the words those two alphas who had taken his first experiences of heat had said,
“You’re so strong—handle it yourself, don’t be lazy.”
“You're a big omega, go on, put those big thighs to use.”
“You seriously want me to do all the work? You're larger than me.”
None of them had ever once laid him out and worshiped him the way his body begged for and never once had he been allowed to just receive, maybe one of them was an experience he had enjoyed but it was so limited he thinks he should've savored time.
Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes and he wiped them away with the heel of his hand and forced himself to move to sit up slightly on his elbows, reaching for his loot and his saddlebag that he had chucked along the wall hastily.
He needed to nest to calm his body down, it's basic omega instinct but it helps him calm down.
The nesting urge was clawing at him now, impossible to ignore. He dragged every spare blanket and fur from his pack into the center of the tent, arranging them with clumsy, desperate care.
It was pathetic, messy and nothing like the soft, scented nests omegas were supposed to make but it was all he had. He's never even nested property before because a nest involved your alpha's things, their clothes, their scent— Varka had none of that.
He curled into it on his side, knees drawn up as far as his thick thighs would allow, one hand pressed between his legs over his clothes, grinding uselessly against the heel of his palm.
He couldn't help it, he felt shameful but no one would help him.
Outside, the wind screamed at him and inside, Varka bit harder into his cloak and tried not to whimper as he sobbed softly and even through the tears brimming his eyes, he felt his body burn with want.
“Please.” Varka whispered, voice raw and low.
A fresh cramp twisted through his gut and he cried out, the sweet, honeyed scent of an omega in heat had already begun to suffocate the place.
With a shaky exhale, he rolled onto his back in the messy nest he’d frantically built and sighed shakily.
One large, calloused hand slid down his sweat slicked stomach, over the hard ridges of muscle, until thick fingers brushed the soaked folds of his pussy through his trousers.
He was dripping and embarrassingly wet, the slick coating his fingertips instantly.
Varka’s breath hitched, blue eyes fluttering half shut as he pressed two fingers against his swollen clit, rubbing slow, firm circles that made his hips jerk.
“Ah.” The sound slipped out despite the cloak between his teeth. His cunt clenched around nothing, aching to be filled as he circled his clit harder, then dipped lower, teasing the slick entrance before pushing one thick finger inside.
The stretch was immediate, his walls fluttering greedily around the intrusion. He added a second finger almost right away, pumping them in and out with wet, obscene sounds that felt far too loud in the small tent.
It wasn’t enough.
He wanted, no, needed to be held down— please— he wanted to be taken slow and deep until he could just lie there and take it, crying prettily into the furs while someone stronger fucked the heat out of him. Instead he was doing all the work again, just like always. His free hand groped at his chest, pinching one tender nipple and tugging until a sharp whimper escaped him.
Varka fucked himself harder, curling his fingers to drag against that sensitive spot inside, thighs trembling with the effort of staying quiet.
And just as he came— he felt like he was the loneliest omega to ever exist.
Fuck.
-
Flins had known something was wrong.
The lightkeeper moved through the tower like a shadow— beautiful and long hair tucked under a hood, eyes sharp and his breath relaxed yet urgent.
He had joined the expedition and he loved a part of them, his lighthouse duties temporarily set aside at the request of the Varka himself from the Lightkeepers for assistance and obviously they had assigned Flins to it.
Flins was happy if he's honest. Varka was an admirable man and he was capable.
They were very good friends. Drinking buddies even, if he's honest because he loves to drink with him.
He actually liked the big knight’s easy laughter, the way he commanded respect without cruelty, the way his scent always carried that faint, intriguing sweetness beneath the supposed alpha musk he projected so perfectly.
But tonight the sweetness was overwhelming.
It cut through the storm’s metallic tang like warm spiced wine, pulling at every alpha instinct Flins possessed and it was very bizarre because Flins had almost never smelled Varka this strongly before.
Usually he smells faintly of his natural scent, something soft but he was a bit taken aback by how strong Varka smelled.
It had been a matter of him chatting with a nearby local about the weather, drinking like any other person out of their minds when he heard Varka suddenly excuse himself and that too, abruptly, not even waiting for a response before he practically ran away.
He had watched Varka retreat away after making sure everyone was settled inside of the tower, earlier than usual too, his shoulders a fraction too tense, laughing a fraction too forced as one of his knights asked him where he was off to.
And what was even weirder was that Varka hadn't returned and it had been a good hour. His knights were too drunk to wonder about him and the locals weren't too sure either.
Now, as the rest of the party huddled around the central fire swapping stories to stay warm inside of the tower, Flins slipped away and followed Varka attentively with his eyes until he disappeared into some corner.
Very unusual for Varka to quietly trail off, very very unusual and that's exactly why he followed Varka down to wherever he was going and though he had lost the large man into the many rooms of dark watchtower— he was soon able to find him because suddenly the scent inside hit him like a strong wave.
He turned a corner and he almost stumbled back a few times, covering his nose before he followed the scent as just around the corner of the watchtower—
Varka was curled in the middle of a sad little nest, back to the entrance, broad shoulders trembling as he tucked a corner of blanket under his side.
His trousers were shoved down halfway, exposing the glistening mess between his legs. Slick shone on his skin, dripping in slow rivulets down the powerful muscles of his thighs. His shirt hung open, revealing the heavy, flushed swell of his breasts, nipples tight and begging.
Flins’s breath caught audibly.
His breath hitched before he found his voice, “Grandmaster Varka?”
Varka tensed with a gasp before he say up and looked over with wide eyes. His face, usually ruddy with good humor, was drained of color but then flooded with crimson.
“Flins.” His voice cracked, half command, half plea, he tried yanking his trousers up with shaking and wet hands but the damage was already done.
The nest, the scent, the way his tits heaved with every panicked breath—it was all laid bare for Flins’ eyes to ogle shamelessly, though he tried not to.
“This isn't what it seems like.” Varka almost pleaded, swallowing thickly with glistening eyes, obviously embarrassed to be caught in such a moment.
The small alpha stepped inside anyway, almost unconsciously as he stared at the omega intensely, his usual calm and stoic eyes darkening a color.
“Are you alright? I saw you leave earlier than usual— uh, are you—” Flins licked his lips as he tried to avoid ogling at Varka's very voluptuous chest and you couldn't exactly blame a part of him yet he wanted to be respectful.
“I'm fine!” Varka said rather too abruptly, almost desperate, smiling crookedly as he laughed, “You may leave, thank you, uh, I'm doing splendid, I'm just feeling a bit under the weather, that's all, well not under the weather but uh sleepy! Yes, very sleepy.”
Flins obviously didn't buy it, “What are you doing here, then? Shouldn't you be with the others? I'm sure they have bedrolls for you if you're feeling that sleepy—”
“I'm feeling a bit sleepy but uh also hot!” Varka tried again, “So, I decided to take a nap here.” He said as he patted around himself, a very bad fucking lie but he's just nervous he supposes.
“Here?” Flins mused out, eyes scanning all over the messy nest as if he knew Varka was lying dead down.
Varka felt his whole back itchy, his thighs with unwavered heat, he nodded rather too quickly, neck slightly stiff and sore though he didn't let it show.
“Yes, I was only tired from the journey. I tend to nap wherever I can if necessary, don't worry, my old friend.” He tried cracking the joke with forced laughter, trying his best to hide himself and avoid that he has a literal nest around himself and that he's leaking heavily from his cunt.
“But you’re very obviously in heat, I can smell it.” Flins said softly, not accusingly but just factly. His voice was velvet and winter pine, calm in the way only Flins could manage even when his pupils had blown wide with want.
And how could he not ogle? Varka was laid bare and vulnerable for him to see— scent all over the place and fuck fuck, no no—
Varka breathed out sharply, bitter and broken. He sank back into the nest, curling his massive frame as small as it would go—which wasn’t very small at all.
“I don't think so." He said in defiance and Flins made a sound, one of amusement yet a soft hum that showed his appreciation for the sight before him.
The grandmaster of the knights of Favonius trembling before him? In heat? Flins felt aflame somehow, feeling something warm rush into his chest ravenously.
“You're an omega.” Flins stated without any audible tone to his voice, he sounded like he had merely discovered something that was unlikely to be true, he lowered his cloak down softly, ruffling his beautiful hair of any snow before his brightly dark lilac eyes fell onto Varka again, sharpening.
Varka swallowed thickly but didn't say anything, just stared at Flins nervously,
“It's that strong?” He sort of questioned, referring to his scent because he did know that his scent was all over the place but that strong? He thought he could maybe control it.
“It’s soaking up the whole tower.” Flins breathed out again, almost like convincing himself, “Your scent is all over the place. I'm surprised no one else has come looking for you.”
Varka's heart skipped as Flins stated the obvious and he stayed quiet for a long minute, blinking.
“You're an omega.” Flins repeated himself again, almost as if he was analyzing Varka.
“If that isn't obvious.” Varka bluntly and rather defensively said back, feeling unconscious under the alpha's stare, “Though I'm never this careless of letting it show— my pills ran out quickly and I was too mindless to buy a new dosage before the storm and there's no possible way of getting some now—I did not want it to— this is—” He sucked in a breath,
Fuck, this was bad.
“Are you going to tell anyone?”
Flins didn't say much at first, he merely stared at the larger omega with a calculating expression morphing onto his face, he seemed to think for a good minute causing Varka’s anxiety to just skyrocket further. He fears that things would take a turn for the worst there was against him.
But much to his surprise, the smaller alpha suddenly moved to approach him.
He suddenly knelt at the edge of the nest without hesitation, inhaling softly as Varka's scent grew stronger causing Varka to grow a bit confused. Why wasn't he affected by Varka’s tremendously strong scent? Without doubt he could smell it but why wasn't he pouncing Varka like should've when smelling him?
it must be his looks—
Flins’ smaller, lithe body looked almost delicate next to Varka’s bulk but the power rolling off him made the air feel thicker, his scent was strange yet comforting for Varka as he felt the alpha closer than before.
“Tell what?” He tilted his head, eyeing Varka carefully.
The blonde didn't hesitate, “That I'm an omega.”
“You tell everyone you're an alpha?” A genuine question from Flins, a fair one as well as he gave Varka a questioning look.
Varka sighed, “No, n-not exactly— they just assume I'm one from my looks and I never explain that I'm not one either. I'm sure you thought the same before this.”
Flins hummed again, “I never assumed your secondary gender, grandmaster Varka and you're in heat as of now I'm sure they'll smell you one way or another. The whole tower smells of you."
Varka groaned softly, “I just missed my pill, this wouldn't have happened if I had bought some beforehand. I- I don't want my knights to worry over me or anyone else, they've already done so much and work so hard already. I only wish that they get rest and take care of themselves—"
“Do you have someone to take care of you through it?”
Varka’s eyes flickered and he laughed softly, bitterly, he winced as another cramp rolled through his pelvis, he pressed down on it as he shook his head, "If it's my heat you mean, then no. I don't think it's ideal for me."
or more like he's not ideal for anyone—
“I do not need heat partners or be taken care of.” Varka declared loud and proud.
“Why not?” Flins blurted out, suddenly feeling this rush of surprise yet urgency take over him, “Heats are painful, are they not? You must have some alpha or a heat partner to take care of you through it or otherwise it can be very painful."
“I don't prefer spending my heats with anyone. I can take care of myself if that's what you're wondering.” Varka felt Flins' stare turn sharp too much on his already bare skin and he raised a hand to yank and cover himself with one of the warm fur blankets immediately, feeling small even though he was not.
“Is it because no one knows you're an omega? You shouldn't be, Grandmaster. Being an omega isn't a shame, if you're insecure about that, it's a natural biological state for your body. Omegas natural providers and caregivers, fighters and even mothers, you should be proud to be one. They're— ”
Varka chuckled humorlessly, “I'm not ashamed of being an omega, I'm ashamed of looking ridiculous.” His voice was laced with a tinge of hurt as he wiped his sweaty face profusely.
“Ridiculous?” Flins frowned.
"No one would believe you if you said that I'm an omega." Varka said, "Just look at the state of me— I'm a laugh stock."
Flins' face fell.
“I'm too big to be desired.” Varka shamefully admitted, “I'm nowhere looking like the desired omega and if that isn't obvious for you, I will think you're asking me that on purpose and pretending.”
“I’m not pretending. I don't understand why you think you are ridiculous.” Flins leaned in, desperate as his scent, crisp winter pine and warm spiced wine, wrapped around the omega like a blanket to give comfort as Varka released a particularly upset straw of scent.
“I'm too big to be an omega.” Varka all but forced it out of his own mouth yet again, “If you can't tell, that is, omegas tend to be small and delicate and nowhere near the ruins of bitter war or if that's not common enough, alphas don't prefer hideous ones like me who manage to outgrow an alpha. I don't even look like one and I have no aspects of them.”
"No aspects? I don't understand, you- you— I think you have the perfect aspects for them."
Varka laughed softly, "You don't need to lie to me to make me feel better, Flins—"
“But you have the perfect nursing resource for it.” Flins frowned deeper, “I don't understand why you feel this way when you've been blessed with it.”
“Nursing resource?” Varka frowned this time.
“Your chest.”
Varka felt himself flush hotly, his lips falling open as he cleared his throat, “My chest?”
“It's very large, perfect for nursing your pups or even your alpha if you're into that. It's soft, big enough to be kneaded by your pups and played with." Flins states rather cheerfully, eyes falling down to ogle shameless at his chest that Varka unconsciously covered.
Varka felt like his head would explode with how heated it felt, “You're actually the first one to even think about that.”
The smaller alpha smiled, “It must be that your region alphas are just the ones lacking the resources because I think it's more of an insecurity they have instead.” Flins suddenly said,
Varka frowned, “What do you mean?”
“I think the bigger the omega is, the stronger they can bear healthy pups.” Flins smiled widely, eyes twinkling with mirth.
Varka felt heat crawl on his face, “Pups?”
“Yes. From where I'm from, it is natural instinct to desire a bigger omega, a strong one who can actually go through the phases of childbearing and nursing their pups.”
It was only reasonable considering Flins was after all a fae and his instincts were different from that of an normal alpha. Normal alphas had instincts alike of that to desire an omega naturally but in their sense, delicate and beautiful was something they craved whereas faes tend to lean more towards well—
“They’re seen as the ideal strong, resilient, capable of bringing strong, healthy litters into the world. A small, fragile omega might be pretty to look at for a season but a bigger one? One with wide hips, powerful thighs, a solid frame that can handle the strain of carrying and nursing pups without breaking? That’s what alphas fight for and that’s what we’re naturally drawn to crave.”
It was really funny because Flins was this small, little alpha (though he was well built and lean), who was practically looking at Varka with stars in his eyes at the mention of a bigger omega. Flins was like half the size of Varka— hell, one of Varka's thighs is probably Flins’ whole bod mass if he's honest and it amuses Varka that most alpha faes preferred bigger partners.
Faes are naturally considered to be small, ethereal creatures from what Varka has seen so the idea of them having a bigger preference was either funny or just sounded like some fetish even though it was just natural instincts to seek a suitable omega to pup.
Varka’s breath hitched, heat flooding his face and neck. He could feel his pulse hammering in his ears and he suddenly felt so hot as Flins practically crowded him into his own messy nest.
Varka fell back a little as he breathed softly.
Flins continued, eyes shining. “I prefer bigger omegas, always have. There’s nothing ridiculous about you— you’re exactly the kind of omega that makes an alpha’s instincts roar to pup you.”
pup what now—
He paused, eyes dark and sincere as they searched Varka’s, “From the moment I have caught a glimpse of you, you’re magnificent.”
Varka’s mouth opened, then closed as his already sweaty hands trembled in want yet fear as he stared at Flins.
“I- I— don’t know what to say to that,” He admitted quietly, voice barely above a whisper. His own scent had shifted, still upset, but now threaded with something sweeter and warmer, almost shy.
Fuck, a large warrior like him acting like a shy little maiden for an alpha who was a whole head shorter than him.
Flins smiled, small but genuine, and let his hand slide down to rest on Varka’s thick forearm, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
“You don’t have to say anything right now. Just stop thinking you’re less because you’re more. In my eyes and where I'm from, you’d be fought over and courted properly regardless of your size.”
“You've never told me that before.” Varka felt his skin prick yet he tried to ignore it.
“I don't think my preference in omegas was a topic to be exchanged between us till now.”
“Do you think you can help me attain an alpha, then?”
Flins suddenly felt his eyes darken, his smile fell hideously fast and it was as if a switch had been turned on that he stared right into Varka's eyes, “You wish for what?”
Varka felt himself almost leak at the way Flins stared at him yet he cleared his throat, “It isn't common where I'm from for them to desire a bigger omega like me or in fact larger omegas aren't even common in general but since your region seems more open to my body, I was wondering about it because I’ve never had a proper cycle before but you don't have to—”
It was true what Varka said but if what Flins says is true as well, maybe he has some sort of hope to actually spend his heat with someone who actually desires his body equally. It's not like he didn't get knotted often in Mondstadt but he's never been taken to bed like he prefers to be.
Mondstadt was just an average place who preferred the usual standard in omegas and a part of Varka doesn't even blame them because bigger omegas just weren't as common to take to bed or to even lust over so what Flins tells him did make him hesitant yet hopeful.
He honestly gave up trying to find himself a capable alpha long ago and relied solely on hookups or one night stands with faceless alphas.
The smaller alpha still stared at him rather ravenously yet dangerously, as if Varka had suddenly said something so offensive that it had insulted his entire bloodline, “You wish for another alpha to take care of you?”
“Yes, if that's possible.” Varka swallowed, rubbing his thighs together to calm the growing hotness between his legs.
Flins’ jaw clenched so tightly Varka could hear the faint grind of teeth. The alpha’s scent, once warm spiced wine and crisp winter pine, suddenly sharpened, turning darker, edged with something almost feral.
The comforting blanket of it twisted into a heavy claim that pressed down on Varka’s chest and made his omega whimper in confused submission.
“Another alpha.” Flins repeated, voice dangerously low, each word clipped. His eyes had gone fully dark, pupils blown wide, the usual calm composure shattered. “Why?”
Varka’s breath caught. The intensity rolling off the smaller alpha was overwhelming. He rubbed his thick thighs together harder, feeling slick starting to gather despite himself, the shame from earlier now mixing with a dizzying rush of heat.
“I—I just thought since you said your people prefer bigger omegas, maybe you knew someone who could help me—” He felt like he suddenly asked for too much at such little time and a part of him just felt big and greedy. He sputtered in embarrassment but Flins scoffed.
Flins moved faster than Varka expected.
One moment there was space between them and the next, the alpha had surged forward, crowding Varka back against the wall. A strong hand planted beside Varka’s head, the other gripping the omega’s broad hip with surprising strength, fingers digging into the solid muscle and soft give of his body.
“No,” Flins growled, the word vibrating through his chest. “I will not help you find another alpha.”
Varka’s heart hammered before it ached. He could feel the heat radiating off Flins, the way the alpha’s smaller frame somehow dominated the space.
He felt slightly ashamed that he even asked Flins that, “I understand if it's too much to ask for—”
“I said I prefer bigger omegas,” Flins cut in and fuck, he was impossibly close now, “I said you’re magnificent as you are but you are what I want.”
His hand slid possessively from Varka’s hip to the curve of his belly, pressing firmly, as if already imagining it swollen with pups.
“I didn’t say ‘some alpha.’ I meant me— I’ve been holding back because I didn’t think you’d want an alpha like me, smaller from a different region.”
oh
Flins’ voice dropped to a rough whisper, lips brushing the shell of Varka’s ear, “I’m afraid I will not let anyone else touch you here.”
Varka shuddered, a soft, involuntary whine escaping his throat, his hands came up instinctively, gripping Flins’ shoulders—not pushing away, but holding onto him with his larger hands.
Varka panted, face burning, body trembling with the force of the sudden heat Flins’ possessiveness had triggered.
The little alpha pulled back just enough to lock eyes again, that dangerous, ravenous stare softening into something fiercely tender and his thumb stroked slow circles over Varka’s hip, grounding and claiming all at once.
Flins suddenly nuzzled into the crook of Varka’s neck, rubbing his cheek and jaw along the heated skin, letting his alpha scent sink deep. Varka whimpered, hands fisting in Flins’s cloak, pulling him closer despite himself.
Varka felt Flins’s clever hands working the tension from him body, over the heavy swell of his chest and when those gloved fingers finally brushed a sensitive nipple, Varka arched with a broken moan.
“So beautiful,” Flins whispered. “So, so beautiful.”
He peeled Varka’s shirt the rest of the way off, baring those heavy, flushed tits completely and Flins’s obsession was immediate and shameless upon seeing them bounce open.
“Look at these,” He breathed, voice reverent. He cupped one in both hands, thumbs circling the dark, puffy nipple, “You've been blessed with a chest to nurse all the pups I give you.”
“Flins.” Varka gasped,
“So big and soft. You're soft all over, perfect for mothering my pups.” Flins ducked his head and latched on, sucking slow and deep, tongue swirling while his other hand kneaded the neglected tit.
Varka sobbed, head falling back, “Flins—ah—fuck, no one’s ever done that, its—”
“Shh, I know.” Flins switched sides, sucking harder, teeth grazing just enough to make the big omega jolt, “Where you're from, they don't know the blessings of such a big and plump omega. There's so much to bite and hold, so much to kiss and grope. I'm afraid it makes me animalistic to be able to touch you like this."
He took his time. Minutes blurred into long, filthy worship of Flins licking, sucking, biting gently until both nipples were swollen and shiny, until Varka was leaking fresh slick in a steady drip onto the nest and only then did Flins slide lower.
He pushed Varka onto his back in the center of the blankets, yanked his trousers down, spreading those powerful thighs wide with his mouth watering greedily.
"You're beautiful down here too." Flins breathed out, eyeing Varka's glistening cunt with newfound hunger causing for the blonde omega to make a needy little sound.
"Please." Varka whimpered, his thighs spreading wider in his nest for Flins to ravage.
Flins swallowed thickly, "I must taste you." And he dove in without any warning.
The first broad lick through his soaked pussy drew a loud, muffled cry from the omega.
Flins ate him out like a man starving—long, slow drags of his tongue from fluttering hole to swollen clit, then sealing his lips around the sensitive nub and sucking while two fingers sank deep and curled against Varka’s front wall.
Varka’s massive thighs trembled violently around Flins’ head, the thick muscles flexing as he tried not to crush the smaller alpha between them.
“F-Flins—!” He gasped, voice breaking into a needy whine that echoed off the walls. His big hands flew down, fingers tangling desperately in Flins’ hair, not sure whether to pull him closer or push him away from the overwhelming sensation.
Flins growled against Varka’s dripping folds, the vibration shooting straight through the omega’s core.
He was messy, greedy, completely unrestrained with slick and spit coating his chin and cheeks as he devoured the bigger omega with shameless hunger. His tongue fucked into Varka’s hole in wet, obscene thrusts, curling to stroke that sensitive spot inside while his fingers scissored and pumped relentlessly, stretching the tight, velvety walls.
“You taste so good. Your cunt smells so good, beautiful, beautiful omega.” Flins rasped between licks, voice hoarse and thick with lust. He sucked hard on Varka’s clit again, fingers now plunging deep and fast, the wet squelching sounds filling the room alongside Varka’s broken moans.
Varka’s back arched, his broad chest heaving as another gush of slick flooded Flins’ mouth.
His powerful body, wide hips, thick thighs, solid belly, shook with every greedy lap and thrust and the shame from earlier had completely burned away, replaced by raw, desperate need.
“Ah—too much, Flins, I’m—fuck—” The once prideful grandmaster sobbed out, eyes teary with pleasure as his slick was lapped away.
Flins only growled louder, pushing Varka’s heavy thighs wider apart with surprising strength for such a small man, burying his face deeper. He ate him out with filthy enthusiasm, tongue flicking rapidly over the swollen clit while his fingers crooked perfectly inside, milking more slick from the omega’s spasming cunt.
Spit and slick dripped down Varka’s ass, soaking the sheets beneath his massive frame.
“Men would die for this taste and they would die thirsty.” Flins panted against the sensitive flesh, eyes dark and possessive as he looked up the length of Varka’s trembling body.
“Fuck—” Varka choked out, eyes teary and mouth falling open.
Flins sealed his lips around the clit once more, sucking with rhythmic pressure while his fingers drove harder, faster, determined to pull Varka apart with pleasure.
Varka’s head fell back, a loud, keening cry tearing from his throat as his walls clenched violently around Flins’ fingers. His massive frame shuddered, hips bucking helplessly into the alpha’s greedy mouth as the first orgasm crashed through him—slick gushing messily over Flins’ tongue and chin.
Flins didn’t stop. He licked up every drop like it was the finest wine, humming in satisfaction, his own cock straining painfully against his pants as he continued feasting on the oversensitive omega.
“Give me more,” He demanded, voice rough and commanding yet so desperate , “I want you to release again from my mouth. I’m going to show you exactly how a Nod-Krai alpha worships a strong omega like you.”
Varka could only whimper, thighs quaking, body burning with fresh heat as Flins dove back in even messier than before—tongue thrusting deep, fingers curling relentlessly, completely lost in the taste and scent the omega.
“Please.” Varka threw his head back, legs shaking horribly.
“Fuck.” Flins murmured against wet folds, voice rough, eyes hazed with the taste of Varka on his tongue, "I want more."
“Please, I'm empty too.” Varka cried, spreading his legs further, “I need you.”
Only then did the Lightkeeper rise up, licking his lips before shedding his own clothes with graceful efficiency. His cock was surprisingly large, flushed dark, knot already swelling at the base—thick enough to promise everything Varka needed.
Varka felt himself leak heavily, hole clenching around nothing.
Flins settled between those spread thighs and rubbed the head through the mess of slick.
"I will have you now,” He whispered, eyes locked on Varka’s tear streaked face. “You don’t have to do anything but lie here and feel good.”
Varka licked his lips nervously, “Are you sure it isn't too much work for you? You're rather small and I'm afraid you'll tire easily. I can always ride you—”
Flins pushed in with a growl, inch by inch yet relentless and gentle until he bottomed out, knot snug against Varka’s entrance in a delicious stretch that it was perfect. The drag against every nerve made the omega sob openly.
He fucked him exactly as promised— long, rolling thrusts that ground against Varka’s sweet spot on every stroke, never rushing.
One hand stayed on Varka’s tit the entire time, pinching and rolling the nipple. Varka came again just from that, clenching hard around the cock inside him to milk Flins greedily.
Though their size difference was ridiculous and Varka was definitely bigger and broader but it just seems that Flins was just small and greedy. He pounded into Varka the best he could, narrow hips slapping into the omega's plump ass as he groped his large tits.
Flins was small and Varka would've clung to him if he was just a tad bit bigger but an insecurity inside of him told him that the poor little alpha would break if he just so as tried to grab him and yank him down because he desperately needed to hold something while he got fucked so good.
“Yes, harder— yes, yes, yes—” Varka closed his eyes, hands twisting themselves into the nest as tears ran down his cheeks, whimpers leaving his lips before Flins suddenly leaned down to put his mouth against his tits.
“Touch me too” Flins murmured against his nipple as he mouthed on it, voice rough but surprisingly gentle, “You’re allowed to hold me. I’m not going to break.”
To prove it, Flins caught one of Varka’s large, hesitant hands and guided it firmly to his own back, pressing those strong fingers against his spine then he did the same with the other, until both of Varka’s broad palms were splayed across his smaller frame, feeling the flex of muscle and the steady heat radiating off him.
“You’re beautiful.” Flins said softly, drooling around his breast.
He rocked his hips forward and it caused for his cock to slip out but he didn't just shove in immediately, letting the thick head of his cock tease through Varka’s soaked folds, coating himself in the omega’s slick.
The contrast was stark — Flins’ smaller, wiry body moving with confident dominance over Varka’s massive, powerful one. Varka’s wide hips cradled him perfectly, those heavy thighs framing Flins’ sides like they were made to hold him there.
Varka let out a shaky whimper, fingers finally digging into Flins’ back with careful restraint, feeling the smaller alpha’s muscles shift under his grip. It felt dangerous and incredibly good.
The alpha pushed in again with a groan, sucking on Varka’s nipple with loud sucking noises.
“Harder?” Flins asked, pulling back just enough to look up and lock eyes, hips already snapping forward in a deep, punishing rhythm that made Varka’s massive body jolt.
Varka’s fingers tightened on Flins’ back as he nodded, nails digging in as tears continued to slip down his cheeks from the overwhelming pleasure. The smaller alpha felt perfect inside him — hot, thick enough to hit every sensitive spot, and relentless.
“Yes— harder— yes—!” Varka moaned, eyes squeezing shut again. His powerful frame trembled under Flins, wide hips rolling up to meet every thrust, finally allowing himself to cling to the alpha like he’d been dying to.
It was almost eternity until Flins’s knot finally swelled and locked them together.
They stayed tied for what felt like hours, Flins’s smaller body draped over Varka’s massive one. The alpha’s mouth never left his breasts—sucking lazily, humming praise against wet skin needily.
“So perfect,” He murmured between licks. “Your cunt is so warm.”
The alpha suddenly rose up drunkenly and crowded himself— or more like his face right into Varka's.
Flins kissed him properly then — deep, claiming, tongue sliding into Varka’s mouth with the same greedy hunger he’d shown between his legs. The kiss tasted like Varka’s own slick, filthy and intimate, while Flins’ hand slid down to grip one of the omega’s thick thighs, hiking it higher around his waist to open him up even more.
“That’s it,” Flins breathed against his lips between kisses, voice dark and reassuring. “Feel how well you take me? This strong, beautiful body was made for this. Made for me.”
Varka made a sweet noise that was swallowed by Flins' mouth, toes curling.
The fierce snowstorm outside howled like a living beast, its icy winds screaming against the thick stone walls of the isolated lighthouse and Varka could hear snow piling up slowly outside as his pussy clenched to milk Flins' knot.
The blizzard outside had intensified since nightfall but inside, the contrast was stark.
The air was thick with the mingled scents of their coupling— Varka’s sweet, aroused omega slick, Flins’ crisp winter pine and warm spiced wine, now sharpened with raw possession and satisfaction.
Varka lay sprawled beneath the smaller alpha, his massive frame limp and trembling in the aftershocks of another shattering orgasm. His powerful thighs still loosely framed Flins’ hips, slick and sweat coating his skin in a glistening sheen.
The omega’s eyelids grew heavy, fluttering as a deep, bone weary sleepiness settled over him like a thick blanket. The storm’s distant, rhythmic roar blended with the steady slap of skin and Flins’ low, possessive growls, lulling Varka into a hazy fog.
His broad chest rose and fell in slow, deep breaths, the tension in his massive muscles finally unwinding completely. Tears still clung to his lashes, but his face had relaxed into a soft, almost dazed expression— cheeks flushed, lips parted on quiet, sleepy whimpers.
Flins noticed immediately.
He slowed his hips to a deep, lazy grind, not stopping entirely but gentling the pace as he leaned down to press tender kisses along Varka’s sweat damp neck and jaw. One hand stroked soothing circles over the omega’s wide hip, while the other brushed damp strands of hair from Varka’s forehead.
“You must be sleepy.” Flins murmured against his skin, voice husky but laced with affection.
The alpha’s smaller body remained buried deep inside Varka’s welcoming heat, connected and claiming even as the rhythm turned unhurried. “That’s it, let the storm sing you to sleep, you’ve taken me so well tonight— so strong, so perfect, no need to fight it.”
Varka hummed softly, a low, contented sound that vibrated through his chest. His large hands, which had been gripping Flins’ back with desperate strength earlier, now rested on the alpha’s smaller frame, fingers loosely curled in quiet possession.
The insecurity about his size felt distant now, drowned out by the warmth spreading through his limbs and the safe, protected feeling of being filled and held by Flins.
“Good.” He whispered sleepily, voice thick and slurred, eyes half lidded as another gentle thrust drew a quiet moan from him. His wide hips shifted just slightly, instinctively seeking more of that comforting fullness.
Flins smiled against his neck, placing another slow, lingering kiss there before nipping lightly at the claiming bite he’d left earlier. He kept the slow, deep rolls of his hips going, knot starting to swell gently at the base, pressing insistently against Varka’s stretched rim without fully locking yet.
“Rest.”
Varka’s eyes finally slipped fully closed, a soft, trusting sigh escaping him as the blizzard continued its furious dance outside.
The sleepy omega nestled deeper into the bed, clinging loosely to his smaller alpha, feeling utterly safe and cherished despite the raging world beyond their walls.
Flins’ scent wrapped around him like a protective blanket, lulling him further toward peaceful, sated slumber while the alpha continued his gentle, claiming movements.
The storm could rage all it wanted — inside, everything felt perfect.
-
The storm had finally broken sometime in the small hours before dawn, leaving behind an eerie, crystalline silence. Snow no longer howled against the small cracks of the tower but the cold had settled deep into the bones of the ancient ruin.
Varka woke slowly, body heavy and aching in the best and worst ways.
He was lying on his side, back pressed to Flins’s smaller chest, the alpha’s arm draped possessively over his waist. One of Flins' hands still cupped the heavy swell of his left breast, thumb resting just below the nipple as if even in sleep the Lightkeeper couldn’t bear to let go.
A low groan escaped Varka as he shifted. His tits were sore and deeply, deliciously sore.
The skin felt tender and swollen from hours of Flins’s relentless attention— sucking, licking, biting gently until both nipples were puffy and dark, almost hypersensitive to even the brush of cool air.
Every subtle movement sent sparks of lingering pleasure yet pain straight down to his cunt, which was still slick and faintly throbbing from the night before, hole messy and smeared with Flins’ mess. The knotting had left him pleasantly stretched and full, but the heat wasn’t entirely gone. It simmered low, ready to flare again at the slightest provocation.
He tried to stay still, embarrassed by how needy his body still felt.
Too big, the familiar voice whispered in the back of his mind. Look at you—huge knight with sore tits like some pampered little omega. Pathetic.
Varka bit his lip hard, swallowing the whimper that wanted to rise.
Flins stirred behind him. The alpha’s breath ghosted warm across the nape of Varka’s neck, then his voice—soft, rough with sleep and unmistakable hunger, murmured against his skin.
“You’re awake.”
Varka tensed immediately. “Did I wake you?”
Instead of answering, Flins tightened his arm and nuzzled closer, pressing a slow kiss to the junction of shoulder and neck. His hand shifted, palm sliding up to fully cup the sore, heavy breast. Varka’s breath hitched as calloused fingers brushed the swollen nipple.
“These are tender this morning, aren’t they?” Flins asked, voice low and knowing. He gave the smallest, gentlest squeeze, and Varka couldn’t stop the soft, needy sound that slipped out. “My poor omega, I was a little greedy with them last night.”
Varka’s face burned. He tried to pull away, but there was nowhere to go in the small tent. “They’re fine, I’m fine. You don’t have to—”
“I want to.” Flins’s tone left no room for argument, gentle but firm. He rolled Varka onto his back with careful strength, the omega’s broad, powerful body yielding easily under the alpha’s smaller frame.
Flins settled between his spread thighs, silver hair falling across his crimson eyes as he looked down at Varka with open adoration and hunger. “Let me take care of you.”
Before Varka could protest again, Flins ducked his head and latched onto the right nipple.
The relief was immediate and devastating yet Varka felt pain shoot up his spine with how sore they felt.
Flins sucked slow and deep, mouth warm and wet, tongue swirling in lazy circles around the puffy peak.
He hummed softly, the vibration sending jolts of comfort straight through Varka’s sore chest and down between his legs. The alpha’s free hand kneaded the other breast with perfect pressure—firm enough to ease the ache, gentle enough not to overwhelm.
Varka’s head fell back against the furs, a broken whimper escaping his throat. “You’re ungh— that feels—” He but his lip harshly,
“Good?” Flins murmured around the nipple, not releasing it for more than a second. He switched sides, sucking the left one just as thoroughly, cheeks hollowing as he drew the tender flesh deeper into his mouth.
Tears pricked at Varka’s eyes—not from shame this time, but from the overwhelming relief of finally being held like this.
Flins kept sucking, alternating between slow, rhythmic pulls and softer, soothing laps of his tongue. Every pull eased the deep ache, turning it into warm, liquid pleasure that pooled low in Varka’s belly. His pussy fluttered, fresh slick leaking steadily onto the nest beneath him.
The alpha noticed, of course. One of Flins’s hands slid down Varka’s thick thigh, then between them, fingers tracing the soaked folds of his cunt with reverent care.
“So wet again,” Flins praised, voice muffled against Varka’s chest. He circled the swollen clit once, twice, then sank two fingers deep into the fluttering heat without warning. “Are you that desperate to be pupped?”
Varka moaned loudly, hips rocking down onto the intrusion before he could stop himself. “Flins—ah, slow, please, we just woke up—”
“I know.” Flins curled his fingers, stroking that perfect spot inside while his mouth never left the omega’s tits. He sucked harder on one nipple, then switched again, alternating between them with filthy, wet sounds that filled the space.
He added a third finger, scissoring gently, stretching Varka open with the same slow, worshipful pace he’d used every time during the storm. His thumb rubbed tight, steady circles over the clit while his mouth continued its devoted work on the sore breasts—sucking, licking, occasionally grazing teeth just enough to make Varka jolt and whimper.
Varka’s massive hands fisted in Flins’s silver hair, not pushing away but holding him closer. Tears slipped down the sides of his face as pleasure built in slow, devastating waves.
“These would've leaked milk if you were pupped properly. Shame.” Flins murmured, drooling on his tit.
The orgasm crept up on him so suddenly and slowly that Varka came with a long, shuddering moan, pussy clenching rhythmically around Flins’s fingers, slick gushing warmly over the alpha’s hand.
Flins worked him through it, fingers slowing but never stopping, mouth gentling to soft, soothing sucks until the tremors eased.
Only then did Flins lift his head, lips shiny and swollen, crimson eyes glowing with satisfaction and something deeper. He kept his fingers buried inside Varka’s cunt, lazily stroking as if he couldn’t bear to pull out yet.
“Better?” he asked softly, pressing a kiss to the center of Varka’s chest..
Varka could only nod, breath coming in shaky gasps. His body felt loose and warm despite the cold air seeping into the tent. For the first time since the heat had started, the self-loathing voice in his head was quiet.
Flins smiled, small and wicked and tender all at once. He nuzzled one tender nipple again, giving it one last gentle suck before finally easing his fingers free. “Good because the storm may have passed, but your heat hasn’t— how long does your usual cycle last?”
“I don't know, I've- I've never had a proper heat before, it varies between a week to three...” Varka admitted truthfully, sighing very faintly so that only he could hear it.
“Your knights will wonder where you've gone to during all that time.” Flins said as matter of factly, scenting Varka properly with a satisfied snarl.
“They'll understand.” The larger man said, breathing heavily and hesitantly, his hand found Flins's long, beautiful hair to run his fingers through it, tempted by its beauty.
“Do your knights know you're an omega?”
“Only some of them— they respect me regardless but I still feel shameful that they'll see me like this.” Varka admitted, vulnerable under the alpha who hummed.
Flins suddenly crawled up Varka’s body and kissed him slow, deep, claiming— while one hand returned to cup a sore breast, thumb brushing the sensitive nipple with promise.
Flins’s mouth found his tit again, sucking softly, and Varka closed his eyes, a small, shaky smile tugging at his lips as another wave of heat began to stir.
He was, for the first time, truly cared for.