Alpha Varang x Omega reader x Alpha Quaritch | Metamorphosis
Synopsis: You've endured years, almost a decade, of your mother's bigotry. When she promises you to your former best friend it's the last straw. You run, as far as you can, until your heat sneaks up on you. Unfortunately, or maybe not, you end up falling right into the hands of Varang and Quaritch.
Content Warnings: Smut!, Dubcon, Alpha!Varang, Alpha!Quaritch, Alpha x Alpha Quarang, p in v sex, unprotected sex, mentioned Quarang sex, brief oral (Quaritch and Reader receiving), cum eating/swapping/kissing, grinding, typical abo logic and light breeding kink, some commentary of abo stereotypes at the start, light blood/biting.
Your people believed that secondary genders were a blessing by Eywa. Alphas blessed for hunting and combat, and Omegas blessed for child rearing and fertility. There were also those without secondary genders, the baseline.
You thought those blessings were a curse ever since you first presented as an omega. Your clan was stricter than most with what you could and couldn’t do. It got under your skin. The moment your mother, the Tsahik, realised what you were, you and the other ‘blessed’ got estranged from everybody else in your age group.
You got slotted into the little box of ’stay at home omega’ the moment puberty hit. And the alpha’s were pushed into being strong hunters and protectors.
You rebelled, naturally.
By picking up a bow and bringing back a kill the first day your mother tried forcing you into your role. You threw the large yerik you could barely drag at her feet, thinking you just needed to prove yourself.
She forced you into the mould harder.
A childhood friend, Ye'tsa, fell victim to this as well. He was never the fighting type, he was a creator not a destroyer. You always admired the pretty things he wove before he presented as an alpha.
It felt like a death sentence for both of you.
You tried making the best of it at first however. You’d sneak out of bed, late at night, and teach each other what you learned. He started teaching you how to fight, and you introduced him to the crafting skills you were subjected to.
One day however he wasn’t careful. Ye’tsa didn’t notice he was being followed, and when his father realised what exactly you two were doing he grabbed you both by the arms and dragged you back. His father woke up your mother and threw you and Ye’tsa down in front of her.
That was one of the most humiliating experiences of your adolescence. And worst of all, Ye’tsa gave up on your friendship after it. He started avoiding you, refused to even make eye contact.
Each day you saw him drift further from the kind and sensitive little kid you knew. Until you couldn't recognise him.
He grew cold and tough. His once beaming with emotion body became as still and hard as stone. The wonder in his eyes gone.
The wonder in your eyes went too, replaced by fire. You never stopped fighting your mother on her beliefs. Kept trying to prove you could be something other than just an omega.
You trained, you hunted, you fought. You even got an ikran without her permission. She could hardly keep you down after that despite how hard she tried. She was simply not bold enough to order the death of your companion.
You felt the disapproval from the others in the clan. Felt their gazes burning holes in your back each day you came back with a new wound or scar you had shoddily patched up yourself, refusing to let your mother dress the wounds.
You didn't give a single damn. This was your life. And you were going to prove you wouldn’t stay down. Even if it took years.
And it did.
Despite you now being an adult, one that regularly hunted and defended your home from threats, nearly everyone still sneered or looked to you with pity. Your clan felt empty to you. It hadn’t felt like home for years.
Sometimes as you were flying on your ikran, your only companion, you contemplated running away. It would be easier than slaving away every day to prove yourself and fighting your mother all the time.
The final straw was when your mother promised you to your childhood friend. The man you didn't recognise anymore, the one who looked at you with contempt and jealousy in his eyes. Ye’tsa was scarred from training you weren’t privy to. You wouldn’t have recognised him if your mother hadn’t introduced him.
You refused naturally, you wanted to choose your own mate, if you took one. And you couldn’t even look at Ye’tsa, not being able to stand that the scared little boy you had known turned into this. You screamed your lungs raw, threw things, broke them even. She tried telling you it was what Eywa wanted.
- I saw the atokirina when you were children. You are meant for each other. - she insisted.
You went dead quiet. You had always had faith in your Goddess, even when she cursed you with this. You tried convincing yourself it was a test. That even the Great Mother wanted you to prove yourself. Your mother sighed in relief as you finally shut up.
- You will be mated to him by the end of the week. You will not run from your path any longer. - she brought the authority of Tsahik into her voice, although the last time she’d shed that around you had been nearly a decade ago.
You were frozen in place, still shocked at the revelation she brought onto you. Is she even telling the truth? You don’t remember that happening. Would Eywa really doom you like that?
Your mother and Ye’tsa, no- your betrothed merely left you to stew in your thoughts. You caught only a glimpse of them as they exited the space you had taken as your own.
You saw the hunger in Ye’tsa’s eyes and your stomach dropped. You didn’t know this man. Not anymore. This was as good as being mated to a complete stranger. You needed to run. This was a test as well, only a test. Eywa has to have a better plan for you. Can't she see you don't want this?
You ran away that night. Didn't even think about it, just got on your ikran and booked it. You had barely even packed anything. Just threw whatever you could grab into a bag and took off, didn’t even cast one look back at the clan that raised you as your ikran cut through the skies.
You'd find a better clan. One where you could choose your own role, your own destiny. You prayed for Eywa to guide you. The words under your breath felt hollow.
You stopped bothering to count for how many days you travelled. All you knew was that you needed to get as far away as possible. You couldn't risk seeking uturu in the neighbouring clans, they'd recognise you. They’d either drag you back, or offer you up the moment your mother or your betrothed came looking. You doubt a second escape would be easy.
You'd reached the coast at this point. The Na'vi here were different. Bigger and they spent most of their time in the water. You've been watching from afar for a bit, wondering if maybe, just maybe, this is where you belonged.
The idea felt empty, your heart wasn't in it. But could you and your ikran stand to go further? You'd been moving non-stop for too long. You could feel the wear and tear in you both.
Feeling the familiar warm ache in your core forced you to stop no matter how you felt about the place. You knew the wretched symptoms of pre-heat all too well.
You tried searching for herbs that could soothe or suppress. You didn't find anything you recognised the first day, the second, or after that.
Halfway through the week of pre-heat you gave up on looking for ways to stop it, it was too late anyways. You instead slunk into a cave you had found. It was hidden by the roots of the swamp like trees of this place, half the space periodically flooded by the tide.
The humidity felt suffocating, but it was the best place you could find. You spent the remainder of your time before the heat fully hit gathering nesting materials. Moss and seaweed that smelled too strongly of salt made up most of the sad excuse for a nest. The only decent part a blanket you had taken along with you. At a glance you knew this time around would be rough.
You kept a blade in your hand as you waited for the heat to take over. Just in case.
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Varang's temper was getting the better of her recently. Frustration rolling off of her in waves. Quaritch quickly came to recognise these symptoms as Varang entering pre-rut.
Na'vi secondary genders admittedly surprised and confused him at first. Especially when he learned he had his own. But there was a certain satisfaction in knowing he was an alpha.
The woman he fell for being one as well was a surprising twist but not an unwelcome one. Yes, he didn't expect to see a cock the first time they went at each other but Quaritch embraced it soon enough. Especially when he felt Varang's length wrecking his own insides. He hadn’t fully expected the knot, yes, but what can you do?
Quaritch had to admit it was rather satisfying, in a strange way, whenever they got down and dirty. Neither of them was willing to just give in to the other, their pride wouldn’t allow it. It was always a scuffle, a fight to subdue the other so they could see who would take the lead this time. Quaritch will never forget the first time he won one of those little fights, will never forget Varang’s whines and borderline sobs as she took his cock, his knot. He’d bet it was the first time she’d been on the receiving end.
But one thing with Varang and her rut was that instead of it hitting her all at once she’d gradually get more and more horny. Which was evident with how she had pulled him aside that morning before their excursion to steal some of his time… and leg strength.
His insides, and the places where she had grappled and pinned him, still felt sore from her assault as they departed. The things he lets her do just so she’s satisfied. However with Varang's scent getting that acidic tang to it again he knew that this trip would need to be quick lest she pounce on either him again or an unfortunate reef Na'vi.
She was even more agitated during their return. They had found no information this time, no clues, and Varang was getting more and more impatient. Quaritch almost rolled his eyes but stopped himself. Varang was volatile enough during her ruts, not need to antagonise her further. Suddenly he felt grateful that whatever left over human DNA he had was enough to mitigate the worst aspects of rut.
He tried opening his mouth to say some stupid remark, try and lighten her mood. However Varang unexpectedly dove to the side on Nightwraith. Quaritch quickly called over coms but she didn’t respond. He swore under his breath as he instructed the rest of their entourage to just continue on the way back before diving after her.
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Varang barely even knew why she veered off course initially. Not until she fully processed the scent that had snuck into her nostrils and grabbed her instincts by the throat.
An omega in heat. Perfect timing.
She practically leapt off of Nightwraith when they were close enough to the ground. Vaguely heard Quaritch following in her footsteps as she followed the mouth watering scent. Her teeth already itched with the urge to bite, to claim. Fuck, she could already feel herself getting hard.
She practically tore apart the tree roots covering the small cave when she came to it. Her gaze fell on a curled up body in a shabby excuse of a nest. Poor thing, no proper nest and no mate to help you.
Varang flooded the enclosed space with her scent, announcing her presence. You lifted your head up as the smell of ash and slaughter hit the back of your throat. A hiss rising up as the unmistakable underlying musk of an alpha came to the forefront.
Smelling one alpha already had you gripping the blade tighter, but seeing another one standing there, not making his presence known at all was forcing your survival instincts to the forefront. You staggered up onto your knees, despite the primal part of your brain screaming at you to lay down and present yourself.
- You are strong. Thoughts clouded by heat but still rising to fight. - Varang spoke, low and slow. You think you heard admiration somewhere in those words, but all you could focus on was the hunger in her eyes.
- Get back! - you firmly hissed, baring your teeth as much as you could. You held up the blade in a defensive position.
- Do you not want help? - she mocked, slunking closer despite your warning, keeping just out of striking distance as she crouched to your level. Your eyes flicked to Quaritch, you saw how he sniffed at the air deeply, saw his pupils dilate, but he didn’t act, as if he wasn’t under the same effects as Varang.
- I do not need help! - you forced your brain to refocus, the heat felt like a fog that was closing in with the source of Varang’s scent closer to you now. Fuck, fuck! Why did some random alpha’s have to come and find you?
- You are hiding in a hole. In a badly made nest. Away from your clan. - each sentence from Varang felt like the strike of a blade. Your tail snapped against the ground as you thought of no way to refute her point.
- Will you reject help from me and my mate? - that sentence snapped at least some clarity back into focus over the rage and undercurrent of wanting to give in.
- Your mate? Is he not an alpha? - you’d been taught that relations of that nature, an alpha with an alpha or an omega with an omega, never worked and were forbidden by Eywa herself. Was that just your mother being too strict again?
- He is. - Varang confirmed. Quaritch had been slowly approaching until he crouched down next to Varang, cutting off your escape route by blocking the little bit of space to her side. You think there was a bulge in that…odd loincloth of his.
- Does Eywa not forbid this? - you spoke in an almost whisper, disbelief that these two could be mated. Regret caused you to go ridged as Varang’s face morphed into a scowl.
- I do not care what that sorry excuse for a goddess forbids! - you held the blade higher as she hissed. Quaritch had to hold Varang back by the shoulder as she nearly invaded your space. You are glad he was at least holding onto some composure.
You almost said something in return, however all thought was driven from your head as the first pain pangs of heat hit you. Your body shook as your whimpered, your insides felt like they were contorting, purposefully trying to drive you to the point of tears.
Fuck…you should’ve had at least a day or two before this. The presence of the alphas probably sped up the course of this cursed thing. Your wracked by pain body dropped onto the dirty and torn blanket.
A second later you felt a hand at your shoulder, it kneaded the flesh there, teasing out the knots in your back. It took you a moment to remember to swing your blade. Unfortunately you were easily restrained by Varang, you almost hissed until another stab of agony distracted you enough for the knife to be slipped out of your fingers.
- Now do you wish for our help? - Varang’s breath tickled your ear as you ground your head against your meagre bedding in pain. You bit your tongue, you didn’t trust the words that would come out of your mouth.
- Hold her Quaritch. - you almost didn’t catch the sentence in your haze. You tried slipping away in futility as he grabbed a hold of your wrists and snuck an arm around your torso. You startled as you felt five fingers instead of four running down your sides.
The pain of heat caused you to groan as Varang tugged your hips up. You nearly didn’t realise how your pelvis tilted to present yourself. Damn your instincts. You jolted as you felt her breath on your cunt, body tilting towards her mouth without your permission. You think you heard a chuckle but another stab of agony rolled through you at that moment.
- Please… - the word came out tiny and broken. The pain finally receded as Varang licked a stripe up your folds. A light moan slipped out of you as she started gently sucking on your clit, licking up any slick that fell down to her lips.
The tension in your body fell away. Suddenly their scent felt soothing instead of invasive. You gently rocked back into Varang, breathing deeply trying to saturate your senses with her and the strangely muted scent of Quaritch.
You whined as your insides clenched in scorching need. You needed one of them inside, Varang licking at you was just a laughable temporary fix to the suffering of heat.
- If you don’t mount me I swear! - you lashed out, tugging against Quaritch’s hands, hissing at the woman behind you. You felt a giggle against your pussy before she moved away.
- Changed your tune real quick huh? - Quaritch’s voice suddenly rung out, a gruff quality to it that made your spine tingle, some accent you couldn’t place.
You tried pushing your hips closer to Varang as you felt her hands on you, she grabbed you by the tail to keep you in position. Some part of you hates how your tail flicks about in excitement as you feel the head of her cock at your cunt.
Thankfully she wastes no time in pushing in. You are so wet and your body so desperate for something that it takes her nearly no effort to hilt herself inside you. She groans at the feeling of your walls squeezing her.
Her body leans over you to nose at your neck, right at your scent glands. You move your head to give her better access, squirm as she gently licks at them before staring up a punishing pace. Varang doesn’t bother with starting slow and somehow your instincts revel in it.
Light hisses, growls, and snaps of teeth get mixed in with your moans and whimpers as you push back against her. The primal noises are echoed in your ear by Varang. You catch Quaritch palming at his own erection in the corner of your eye.
- Not- hAAhhh, planning to do something about that? - you struggle to get your sentence out in-between Varang’s cock pounding into you and getting lost to your heat, but you manage.
- Use her mouth. - excitement rolls through you at Varang’s idea. The words are growled out and just serve to set you alight even more.
- Nah, I don’t trust her not to bite me or some shit. - slight disappointment rolls through you briefly but is quickly erased by Varang starting to rub at your clit. You moan loudly and openly as the dual sensations assault you.
Varang’s cock brutally sliding in and out of you combined with her rough circles around your clit are quickly bringing you to completion. You can feel your mind slipping, the closer you get to cumming the more you are consumed by thoughts of what her knot would feel like.
You know it’s the heat talking but you can’t help pleading for her to just knot you already, despite how slurred your words are. You feel like hell fire got poured into your veins as you can feel her knot starting to form.
Your body falls forward a bit more as your feet come up to her backside and try to encourage her to push into you deeper. You are so close, and you know the only thing you need for ecstasy to take over is for Varang to finally, finally stretch you over her knot.
Varang lets out a deafening hiss in your ear as her knot pops into you and your walls start spasming around her. Your body tenses and vision blurs as it rolls through you. She rocks back and forth as much as she can while knotted to you and spilling her seed inside.
There’s a primal satisfaction in the warm, stuffed feeling as she fills you. One that has you going limp under her and starting to purr uncontrollably. You feel her own purr at your back as she lays her weight on you, her head right on top of your own.
You both end up sprawling out on the badly constructed nest as you enjoy your afterglow. You lazily open one eye as Quaritch clears his throat.
- Care to lend a hand sweetheart? - his question is clearly directed at Varang as he strokes his cock, a knot already formed at the base of it. The visual makes you drool. Varang lets out a fond sigh as she reaches a hand out and squeezes his knot.
His hands take on a desperate rhythm as he bares his teeth, groaning at the sensation. Varang starts tugging him forward by the dick until he is close enough for her to suckle at the tip of it. That finally gets him to cum.
You hear the satisfied hum from Varang as he floods her mouth, feeling a couple drops that escaped her landing on your face and hair. You think she swallows all of his release down, then she angles your head towards her.
The moment your lips meet she is trying to force her way into your mouth, you oblige. Jumping as Varang still had a mouthful of cum that she makes you swallow. You involuntarily moan at the salty taste as she keeps kissing you.
Eventually she’s had her fill and pulls back to leave a little kiss on the tip of your nose. It makes a giggle slip out of you. Semi-coherent thought returns to you with the combination of your orgasm and feeling Varang’s knot stretching you out.
Holy fuck what did you just do? Who in the world did you just fuck with? Your purring ceases and body goes rigid as you process. You just let a mated alpha, who is mated with another alpha, that is a Sky Demon on top of everything, knot you. You don’t even know them!
You can already feel the headache starting to form as you can’t help but imagine your mother berating you.
- What’s got ya wound up? - the Sky Demon speaks casually, as if this happens every day.
- I don’t know what you are going to do to me. - it takes a while for you to reply, your thoughts are running wild. Everything from ‘Oh nothing it’s just that my mother, who I ran away from, is going to kill me for this!’ to ‘Hey, how accepting of this thing is your clan? And can I maybe join?’ were sentences that could’ve fallen out of your mouth.
- We will take you back. - The woman on top of you spoke with conviction, like her word was law. It reminded you of the authority your mother wielded.
- And will your clan be…okay with that? Do you have a clan? - confusion came to the fore front of your mind. How far was their clan? If they had one. You’ve only seen Na’vi suited to the ocean around here, these ones looked familiar to you, made for the forest like you.
- I am Tsahik and Olo'eykte, my clan will abide my word. - Varang informed you. Now you see how she got away with mating to another alpha. Although you’ve never heard of someone being both for a clan. You are beginning to realise that while they look like you, their attitude and culture might be completely different.
You hope it’s the good kind of different.
- Can you pop out of her? We should move while the cutie is still lucid. - Quaritch interjected at your lack of protest. Truly you didn’t know if you should even fight anymore. You already got overpowered and this might just be your chance to join a clan again. Despite how little you got along with your old one, it was still lonely to speak only with your ikran.
You grimaced as Varang tugged your hips up to try and tug herself out. It was a good idea for the sake of travel, but her knot hadn’t deflated that much. You knew to expect some pain but you were surprised by just how painful forcing her knot from you was. You yelped into the seaweed nest while Varang’s hands dug into your thighs.
You rose on shaky legs and gathered up the old blanket and knife. Varang still kept a step or two behind you, as if you might bolt, while you three exited the cave. You hate to admit it but you practically fell backwards as you saw Nightwraith. You were only steadied by Varang as she grabbed you by the shoulders.
You ended up on the back of the beast, despite your hesitation, because Quaritch and Varang reasoned it wouldn’t be a good idea to ride your own ikran.
- What if heat took over in the sky? We would have a confused ikran and a useless rider. - you wanted to punch Varang when she said that. But she did unfortunately have a point.
So now you are holding onto Varang’s waist from behind as your ikran is nervously chittering and flying around you both like he just learned how wings work. You knew proximity to an alpha would only aggravate your heat when your body decided you needed to be knotted, to be bred again, but you didn’t really have a choice.
And just as you expected another pang of pain hit you. Your arms tightened around Varang as you whimpered. You tried keeping your nose away from her scent glands initially, as to not set on the heat further. You don’t know how long it took until you were burying your nose in her neck and inhaling like her scent was your only comfort.
It was a haze of need, whimpering and ‘just fill me already’ from then on. You didn’t really register what was happening around you at some point. It was just the heat and the feeling of Varang under your hands. You think you hissed, demanded for her to do something, maybe slapped or hit some part of her. You don’t know her response.
The haze abetted slightly when you were dropped onto furs that smelled of both Varang and Quaritch. A proper nest. You mindlessly spread your legs and whimpered, words beyond you. All you knew is that you were burning up, it hurt, and that you just needed someone inside.
Finally someone slid in, your legs wrapped around their hips in order to keep them close. You didn’t fully know what was happening this time around, the heat beginning to hit you harder. You know you heard both Quaritch and Varang cooing at you, whispering praises and comfort into your skin, but you couldn’t remember the words.
The moment you felt a knot forming on the cock something snapped inside you. You violently swung your body up and around, until whoever was pounding into you was underneath. Then you took things at your own pace. You remember nails brutally digging into flesh and your teeth biting down as you got the strength to start slamming your hips down, trying to force the knot in.
Your body went ridged as it finally popped in and you came. The only reason you didn’t fall off the lap you were on was because another body had slotted itself behind you and held you upright. You leaned your head back as you enjoyed the comfort of being filled again.
Varang’s scent tickled your nostrils as you inhaled. If she was at your back, then that would mean… You finally opened your eyes with a modicum of intelligent thought behind them and it confirmed that it was Quaritch under you. Huh, you didn’t think you could flip somebody that big over.
He looked wrecked. Your nails and teeth had left bloody marks on him. You couldn’t help but smirk.
- Proud of your work? - Quaritch sassed as he rose up from his lying down position, putting a hand on your waist.
- Very. - you purred, raising a hand to trace the wounds you had inadvertently given him. He barely reacted.
- Brave omega. Flipping an alpha over and taking what you want. - Varang let the praise flow into your ear, purring all the while. She nosed at your neck to gently nip as she wrapped your tail around her hand to hold it.
You didn’t expect her to start grinding on your butt as you were still in afterglow but you can’t say you minded. Tilting your hips slightly into her seemed to be the right call as she started grinding faster. You leaned against Quaritch’s chest to try and give her more freedom of movement.
Varang’s mouth followed you even as you moved away, her bites turning harder and sharper the more riled up she got. She nosed at, hissed and growled into your neck. Eventually you felt her release on your back. There was an odd satisfaction for you when you felt that.
You finally took the time to look around at the yurt you were in. The rather macabre decorations did leave you perturbed.
- So, wanna explain what that is about? - your hands generally waved about the entire structure. The bones, skulls, weapons, various herbs and some of the Sky People items scattered about.
- And how a Sky Demon joined a clan? - you grabbed one of Quaritch’s hands, tracing over the odd number of digits. It was almost fascinating, as well as the odd structure of his face.
- He proved himself…useful. - Varang replied while nuzzling into your neck, you think you caught a bit of humour in her sentence.
- Ouch, only because I’m useful? That’s hurtful baby. - despite Quaritch’s response a chuckle rolled out of him. Varang giggled in response. You felt like you were missing some context.
- If I proved myself useful. Could I join your clan as well? - it was nerve wracking to ask but you didn’t want to just entertain two alpha’s during your heat and then be tossed out. The sooner you knew of what they’d do with you the better.
- Why so eager? - Quaritch looked you over sceptically.
- Because she was alone. Running from something weren’t you? - Varang somehow saw right through you. A shiver ran down your spine.
- I…yes. My birth clan isn’t kind to omegas… - it took all your will power to push the words out. It made you feel weak. Like you failed some sort of test.
- Things were normal until Eywa, cursed you with this. - it was frightening how well Varang could read in-between your words, how easy she got to the root of the problem. But the way she spoke of Her made your skin itch.
- It isn’t a curse. It’s a test. I just…need to prove myself. - you have been repeating those words for years now, despite feeling caged.
- You still trust Eywa after she forced you onto a path you didn’t want? - the softness Varang had for you during her afterglow is gone. Replaced with a decades long anger. Your body tensed.
- I…there is no way She has done that. Eywa must have some sort of plan. - you tried clinging onto the belief that had kept you fighting for all these years. The Great Mother must have some sort of goal for you to reach.
- Your goddess let my home burn. My people were dying and she did nothing. - Varang’s words shocked you. You swung your head back to look at her. There was nothing but hatred in her eyes. Would…would Eywa really do that?
- Show me… - you didn’t know what caused you do offer this, but you grabbed a hold of your braid and brought it up to Varang. The tendrils extended gently and Varang looked taken aback.
It took her some time but eventually she laid her own hand over yours and brought her kuru forward. You braced yourself for the feeling of being utterly exposed and getting to see destruction firsthand. You startled as Varang’s own tendrils surged forward and engulfed instead of intertwining.
And then you were in hell. Smoke filled your lungs, the heat was unbearable and all you could hear were screams. You ran and ran on little feet getting burned by embers along the way, crying out for your mother.
You felt disoriented as suddenly the fire was out. Everything was covered in ash, unrecognisable bodies lay every which way and you could feel hunger pains stabbing at you.
You gasp and swing your head about to confirm where you are when Varang stops sharing her past with you. Your body is trembling and it feels like something is getting pulled from you. You can almost feel Varang digging inside your head.
You felt her poke at your worst memories. Your mother berating you, your friends turning on you, fighting tooth and nail just to exist. It almost felt like Varang taking revenge or payment for showing that to you. You don’t even know when tears began sliding down your cheeks.
- If Eywa is heartless enough to do that to my clan. That useless goddess wants you to submit, same as your mother, same as your clan. Reject that false Great Mother and join us! - you don’t know if the words are comforting or aggressive.
It takes some time for you to get your breathing under control. Your nails dig into Varang and Quaritch’s hands. When had you grabbed their hands?
Your faith in Eywa had been slowly flaking away with time. It was both the only thing holding you together and the thing destroying you. But now, with fleeing from your home and seeing what Varang went through something shattered.
Being an omega never felt like a blessing. You never asked to have to fight to carve your own path. If the Great Mother truly wanted you in a little box then She can go fuck Herself. You set your jaw and bared your teeth.
- Eywa really hasn’t done anything for me has She? - Varang wore a sadistic and triumphant smirk as you asked the rhetorical question, while letting the connection between you fizzle out and your kuru to pop loose.
You rose slowly, Quaritch’s now deflated knot allowing you to do so, and faced Varang.
- I’ll join. As long as you don’t try to control me. - you looked her in the eyes, chin held high and back straight.
- If you join, you will be ours. - Varang grabbed your waist, squeezing your sides. Despite the possession in her gaze and grasp it didn’t feel suffocating. You felt wanted as you were, not like she wanted some changed or imaginary version.
These two are the exact opposite of what your mother would want for you. A Tsahik who goes against Eywa and a Sky Demon. A pair of mated alphas. Pure blasphemy.
You can feel a self satisfied and almost sadistic smile growing on your face. You don’t fight it. This clan, despite not having gotten to know it yet, feels like home. Home in a way your own clan ceased to feel like after you became just an omega.
- If I am yours. You two are mine. - you dared to cup their faces and bring them closer to you. They looked cute in your palms. Varang’s ears perked in interest, pupils dilating slightly.
Her eyes flicked to Quaritch, meaning in her glance you had began to decipher ‘I like this one. Thoughts?’. He took a moment to think, before subtly inclining his head. Agreement.
- Good. Now finish what you started. - you responded to their silent conversation before reclining back in their nest, no, your shared nest. Legs fell open naturally as you looked to them expectantly, a smirk on your face.
Your heat had been briefly soothed by them yes, but you could feel its claws digging into you again. Varang grinned down at you as Quaritch let out an amused huff.
Yes, you think you’ll like it here.
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And here is my little Alpha Quarang x Omega Reader sandwich fic! This has been rolling around in my drafts for a while, semi unfinished, but I finally got around to editing it a little bit so I can post it. There is a part 2 planned for this (dont expect it soon, I have a lot of other drafts to clear out first) but it won't be as smutty as this one. Anyways, I hoped you enjoyed this and I have at least two other abo oneshots in the works!
P.S. The title will (hopefully) make more sense in part 2.
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