taking a bit of my blue checkmark advantage here by writing a short omegaverse #valitya fic… ✍🏻
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mitya is all-too familiar of pre-heat symptoms — accelerated production of sweat, clammy hands, shortness of breath, rosy cheeks — and although he’s experiencing two out of four in the list, it doesn’t alarm him enough to halt his progress on project mistilteinn.
he’s held up with tedious work way past midnight, and by then, he’s shivering from barely contained panic as he feels sweltering heat licking every expanse of his body. even the flare-up of his pheromones — the sweetening of freshly blooming frostfairy flowers — betrays the calm facade he’s trying desperately to stitch back together.
he knows he should stop his research here now and return to the comforts of his home — is it comforting, however, when there is no alpha to help him through his despicable pre-heat? — but as soon as he tries to take one, steady step forward, his knees buckle before collapsing entirely on the cold, hard floor of the armory palace, belatedly realizing the pain blossoming on his right shoulder from the impact due to the haze occupying his mind and vision. he’s quivering and whimpering from both the physical pain and the pain of untended arousal, and his trusty scarf companion seems to be the one panicking now with how constant the tugging movements can be felt on his clothes.
then he suddenly hears the rough hinges of a metal door opening and heavy, yet quick footsteps.
from the sound alone, it cannot be more obvious: it’s valeriy.
and through mitya’s blurry, unfocused gaze, valeriy’s expression doesn’t seem any different… except for one other emotion he cannot exactly pinpoint, since a large, warm hand — gentle, almost hesitant — suddenly brushes back his messy, sweaty bangs back.
with how severe the pre-heat symptoms are becoming, mitya’s shame is nowhere to be found once he purrs at the fleeting contact, trying to chase it back with a needy whine. he nuzzles closer to valeriy’s firm chest — ignorant, or perhaps, unaware of how the other tenses up considerably at the unexpected affectionate action — then continues his soft purring once he catches a faint whiff of the alpha’s pheromones: spiced figs and warm chocolate. amidst his drowsiness, mitya thinks it’s beyond a perfect blend for a wintry nation they’re currently residing in.
for a moment, he seems to hear valeriy speaking to him in an uncharacteristically soft and gentle voice — sincere praises to sate his omega instincts and the absolute need to “nest” — before he’s swiftly carried into his reliable and protective arms. he vaguely feels one of the arms shift a bit, before a piece of silky and somewhat ticklish fabric caresses his flush-ridden cheeks.
it’s valeriy’s cape.
without hesitation, he snatches the precious clothing article and breathes in the tantalizing scent of the alpha — his alpha to help him with the motions of his first nesting.
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i’ll end it here I’M LAGGING AS I TYPE OMG this was a test of sorts ig… full version of this on ao3 soon will likely be different 🤗
@freodoremins this is the newest: https://t.co/x9YiXmAZCU
the other two omegaverse valitya fics i found: https://t.co/VmX7vJqmy3
https://t.co/jZ5TjSedp2
@floatybunny if you don’t use a lot of charas for your dailies & weeklies you can place them in your teapot!! at most in one week you can claim the friendship exp points 2 or 3 times.