#non-traditional alpha/beta/omega

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I’m a simple Alpha, I get invited into an Omega’s nest and I am stricken with how intimate and special it is. Omegas just smell so good and are so handsome and nice, it’s easy for them to convince me to give them my hoodie, watching the way they’re dwarfed in it, lying back and admiring as my Omega sits on my hips, his hands resting on my stomach, purring up a storm for me.

It’s even nicer when my Omega lets me fall asleep, and wakes me up a little while later with a little kiss, and I realise they’ve taken off their jeans- just to get more comfortable, right? And it feels so good when he presses up close against me.

Oh, you want me to take off my jeans too? Okay. Let’s be comfortable...

Oh...Omega, you’re not wearing any underwear? Oh, right okay. Makes sense that you want to only wear something that’s mine. Hey, you’re all slick, do you need a knot?

Well, you best come ride me right?

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Switch Yourself Part Two

Steddie -Alpha/Beta/Omega

Or, there was an Alpha and an Omega, but by the time they got to know each other they had to do so as an Omega and an Alpha.

Part One/Part Two/Part Three

*

Now Eddie, he'd never given presentation much thought except to figure out how much weed to smoke to curtail his heat-cramps.

He was a late bloomer anyway, probably because his parents had been assholes that forgot he existed when they weren't telling him to be grateful they fed him, so when he finally started showing signs at nineteen years old, two years late, he'd just rolled with what he got. Wayne was a Beta so that meant he had to go out and research as to what to expect, but it wasn't exactly difficult.

Omegas were pretty straight forward, even if it was rarer to be a male Omega than anything else. Heats sucked but they only rolled around twice a year, and outside of those he didn't have to worry about birth control. He made a nest because he slept better in one but never felt compelled like some people he'd overheard talk about it, and while he took freshmen into the club each year he never really got baby-fever either. The only notable thing, and it made him an anomaly, was that he had a big dick even by Beta standards, let alone Omega. He didn't chirp very often, his scent wasn't too strong -yeah, it didn't affect his day to day life much at all.

Some people were super instinct driven and others weren't, go figure. One less thing for Carver and his goons to pick at him over, even if once or twice they'd yelled something about how he'd need to get 're-bitched' if he ever wanted a pack to take him. Hey, at least they were creative.

Eddie didn't think about it, why would he? He was comfortable in the loose pack he had with Hellfire and his uncle, he was concentrating on fucking graduating, and then he met up with perfect Omega Chrissy Cunningham to do a drug deal and watched her get snapped like a twig on his living room ceiling.

Then he was being hunted. Then all those quiet fantasies Omegas had about getting chased and caught didn't seem so fucking rosey anymore, and being pursued by Alpha-golden-boy Jason Carver did nothing but get his hackles up. The respite of talking with Steve in the middle of all that, getting a whiff of his newly stabilized Omega scent and the protective edge the other man wore during the entire debacle -now that made his brain sit up and take notice. That was something he thought about.

He made a fool of himself, tripping after Steve and flirting, thinking that if he was going to die anyway he might as well embrace the crush he'd developed his second senior year and let loose. He regretted being so flippant about it when he was actually dying on the cold ground.

They put him on suppressants in the aftermath while he was in hospital, heavy duty ones -Omegas sometimes triggered a heat the moment their body felt it was safe to after a long period of stress, even if they were still hurt. He was in and out of lucidity for the entire final battle, only hearing about Eleven's superpowered showdown much later. But everyone in the party dropped in like clockwork once the dust settled, and scented him until it managed to penetrate his drug addled skull that he was being made a pack member.

He guessed that was fine. Him and wayne, him and Hellfire, and now him and the Party. He'd never been in more than two before.

Of course, nothing went his way for very long.

They took him off the suppressants the day before he was due to be released. He felt a little off kilter, a little quicker to put his hackles up at unexpected noises or growl at unfamiliar nurses, but apparently that was expected. They weren't just watching for a heat, they were also prepared for Eddie to be a little skittish and aggressive after being hunted, the not-so-rosy instincts of a cornered Omega getting to him in the aftermath.

If it were a chase, he wouldn't have had to worry about it. Eddie would've had some amount of control over a chase, could've run right back to his pack if he'd had second thoughts and been happily claimed if he didn't. But now he just felt constantly wary and like he wanted a dark place to curl up in away from every threat, so yeah, it wasn't great.

And then Wayne walked in that last day with the doctor in tow and Steve following behind saying something about the truck, and Eddie's brain, previously spinning with anxiety -it kind of just switched off. He got a bit of Steve's pepper-sugar-cotton smell in his nose and he sat up and chuffed loud and deep from his chest, directed right at the other man. Everyone in the room stopped and Steve chirped back so fast he must not have even thought about it, and Eddie's vision sharpened.

"Woah, what's -Doc?" Wayne asked, but Eddie just couldn't take his eyes off Steve as he stood up from the bed and got closer. Strong, pretty Steve who'd fought off Demobats in the Upside Down and was so good with the kids and had worn his vest when he tossed it at him and- "Ed?"

He'd been chuffing nonstop, staring at Steve the whole time, now only a few feet away with Wayne between them. Steve was currently blushing red and staring right back at Eddie- he'd always wondered if the scent of him would be stronger near those moles on his neck-

"He doesn't smell like an Omega anymore," Steve said quietly, before another chirp escaped his mouth. He flushed deeper and took a step back, gulping when Eddie matched him. "Oh boy, I don't think I should be in here."

Eddie whined and tried to reach for his hand as Steve backed up to the door, but Wayne blocked him -he was purring already, and Eddie reacted instantly, chuffing back and snuggling closer to his packmate as the door to the room opened and shut quickly. Fuzzily he managed to think that it was weird Wayne was able to reroute him like that with just a purr. He never used to respond to the sound at all.

A flurry of tests commenced, and, turns out, stress-switching was a real thing and not just an excuse for a cheap bodice-ripper novel. Eddie'd turned himself into an Alpha after the week long ordeal on the run, and where before his presentation was barely a blip on the radar -now he couldn't go even a few minutes without having to consciously tamp down his instincts. The doctors that thought it was just his fight-or-flight kicking in late could now tell the switch was making his body go into hormonal overdrive, trying to get him stabilized fast now that the threat was gone.

Dustin thought it was cool at first, at least until Eddie started unconsciously herding him and the kids like sheep when they came around to help him go home from the hospital. Wayne didn't know what to think, and kind of just watched, amused, as Eddie figured out how to soothe his new brain chemistry, first by tracing a 'territory' every night before bed throughout their temporary apartment. Steve, when Eddie finally called him with a clear head to apologize, laughed sheepishly and admitted to being flattered -and also that he could sympathize, since he'd gone through something similar the year before.

Flattered, jesus, Eddie couldn't get that out of his head after Steve said it. Steve Harrington was flattered by Eddie's blatant come-on. What a world to live in.

It took a few weeks, during which time Eddie concentrated on getting bed rest and thinking over the options Hawkins High offered to get him to graduate, but eventually there was a little party to celebrate him and Wayne getting out of the apartment and into a bungalow paid for with government hush money. It coincided neatly with the last of Eddie's appointments to treat the bat bites. The kids showed up in the morning to help with the last boxes and then clustered in the living room to sort Wayne's records, while his uncle went with the chief and Joyce Byers and their weird friend Murray to the kitchen to make dinner. Eddie was taking a break from all the scents in the house out on the back porch, talking with Jon, Argyle and Nancy while they waited for Steve and Robin to show up after their shift.

He expected to feel irritated at Nancy being so close, given she was the only other Alpha he'd encountered since being released from the hospital. But instead he went straight to scenting her, chuffing a greeting, and she seemed pretty amused at the circles he paced around her for a minute before he snapped back into himself. She didn't even pause before doing the same to him -apparently, 'circling' was common between friendly Alphas, in or out of a pack, like putting a bit of 'territory' on each other.

He also might've thought he'd act weird around Argyle, given the big guy was an Omega through and through, but that didn't happen either. Sure, he picked up on it instantly and the knowledge was definitely present in his brain, but it felt less like how he'd latched on to Steve's presence and more because they were both the newest members of this pack.

That, and Eddie wanted to make a good impression when good weed was on the table. Sorry, Rick.

Really, he should've figured -he only started acting weird the moment he caught Steve's scent in the air.

He knew the others saw him perk up in his chair seemingly at random, but it wasn't. His stupid new Alpha nose caught pepper on the breeze as it rounded the side of the house from the driveway, a full minute before Steve and Robin stumbled through the gate, giggling like children and in the middle of a game that involved trying to push each other over. Besides a couple phone calls, Eddie hadn't seen Steve since the hospital, too absorbed in figuring out his new biology to entertain anyone but the un-presented kids of the pack, and to be honest, he was glad for it.

The moment Steve looked away from Robin -right after they reached some sort of unspoken consensus about the winner -he met Eddie's eyes, and the rest of the party kind of faded into the background. Pepper and sugar filled his nose with cotton right behind it, Steve's scent something Eddie was quickly becoming familiar with after weeks of catching small notes lingering on the kids when they came around to see him. It was weird that he was so attuned to it, right? It was weird that a big part of his brain had gone right past 'smells good' and straight into 'where is it strongest' and was careening ever close to the less than polite and platonic answers to that question.

Eddie couldn't force out anything but an embarrassing strangled sound when he tried to just be normal and call out a hello, so in the end he settled for waving from his chair sat under the awning next to Argyle. His scent must have spiked or something, because Steve's nose twitched and he smirked and waved back but blessedly didn't come over yet, instead moving to talk with Nancy and Jonathan first.

"You okay, dude?" Argyle asked kindly, patting Eddie on the shoulder a little when he let out a truly pathetic whine. Eddie grumbled and stood up to make a fast retreat, caught between a rock and a hard place -wanting to not be a standoffish, puffed up Alpha drunk on Steve's scent, but also hoping Steve would've let him be stupid and approached Eddie to torture him with it. Better to go inside and take a breather.

Eddie tried to hold himself back -he tried so hard. He excused himself to his room and shut the door in order to shove his face in his closet to drown out everything but his own scent and calm himself down. He picked the seat furthest away from the other man at dinner and only let himself glance over one out of every three times he wanted to, which still backfired as he caught Steve's eye more often than not. He even went so far as to discretely try and scrunch up his nose when he had to pass near Steve when everyone was moving back outside to sit around the bonfire for a few hours.

The doc said he'd be more sensitive to scent and his Alpha instincts would run the show while he adjusted, but this was ridiculous. Small mercies he wasn't completely entranced like in the hospital, but not being able to talk was maybe worse. He'd never exactly been considered a great catch in school -being a late blooming super senior who sold drugs and yelled about conformity wasn't exactly what the general population looked for in an Omega -but he knew enough that even twiggy teenage Alphas their first week presenting didn't act like this. Steve must be just as embarrassed to have to walk on eggshells around him right now.

Of course, Eddie let his guard down once he was full of food and it was dark and quiet outside. He ducked away from the fire to grab a drink in the kitchen, not even checking to see, only to find Steve already there making a pot of cocoa for everybody.

"Hey Ed," Steve said quietly, maybe cautiously if Eddie let himself read too much into it. And why wouldn't he be, with Eddie acting like such a weirdo since the hospital? Eddie's throat made a strange clicking sound as he swallowed and raised a hand again lamely, keenly aware of Steve watching him as he made a beeline to the fridge.

Of course, that brought him within feet of Steve at the stove, and the peppery spice to his scent caught Eddie's nose like a hook to a fish. An involuntary chuff released under Eddie's breath and he closed his eyes tight, sticking his head straight in the open fridge where he could hide for a split second. Even then he could still hear Steve's chuckle at his expense.

"Hey, if you don't like hot cocoa, just tell me," Steve said with a bitchy tease to his voice. Eddie groaned in embarrassment and when he opened his mouth to tell him to fuck off, instead a full blown rumble came tumbling out.

Eddie straightened up in shock and ended up hitting his head on the inside of the fridge, gasping in sudden pain. There was a minute of blurry movement as he fell backwards onto his ass and Steve shuffled around above him, closing the fridge door and clicking the stove off before he knelt down next to him and made soothing noises at Eddie's pained groan. Eddie curled over his knees and cradled his head, tensing as the pain spiked before it started ebbing just as fast.

"Jeez man, here, let me see," Steve was saying, hands fluttering close, but the overwhelming scent just made Eddie's head spin and he couldn't take it. He'd already made an ass of himself and made Steve uncomfortable the whole night, if he let himself get pulled into his instincts again he was bound to do something even more humiliating. "Eddie."

Eddie shook his head and scrambled to stand up, making god only knew what kind of fucked up subvocalisations in his hurry. Steve stayed crouched on the ground and stared up at him with a little furrow between his eyebrows, frowning.

"I'm fine!" Eddie managed to croak out, backing up and unfortunately hitting his hip on the corner counter, which made him hiss. He felt his face go hot and made his exit, going down to shut himself in his room and muffle his frustrated yell with his pillow.

Wayne checked on him just as everyone started leaving, and didn't push when he pretended to be asleep so he could hide just a while longer. Of course, nail in the coffin, Steve knocked on the door quietly a few minutes later.

"Eddie? You okay?"

No, he wasn't, and he wanted Steve to leave if he was being completely honest with himself. He'd never really felt much shame at his own behaviour before -that wouldn't have leant itself well to the aforementioned drug dealing or anti-conformist rants -but with this it was like he was hitting himself over the head with it at every turn.

Who was he to talk about bucking stereotypes when he couldn't even control himself around the people who saved his life? When he was pulling the same 'big dick Alpha' crap he always hated when shitbirds like Jason Carver and Billy Hargrove did it?

"M'fine, just tired," he sat up in the end, wrapped himself in the comforter and called out to Steve; it would be even more of a jerk move to ignore Steve outright, no matter what sort of pity party he was throwing himself. "I'll see you around, man."

There was silence for a minute, the only reason Eddie knew Steve hadn't walked off was because he could see the shadow of his shoes in the crack under the door.

"Alright," Steve said, rocking from foot to foot. The house was so quiet without the rest of the party chattering on upstairs that Eddie could hear the sigh Steve let out, although he couldn't tell the tone. "Hey, I'm sorry I pushed when I knew you weren't feeling well. Give me a call when you're on the mend."

*

Wayne didn't give him shit for it verbally, but he did raise a pointed eyebrow when Eddie stumbled up for breakfast the next day. Eddie had drained two mugs worth of coffee by the time Wayne headed out for his errands, and only once he was alone in the house was he able to work up the nerve to phone Steve at work.

"Family Video, your choice for the whole family, Steve speaking," came the canned greeting, although Steve was pretty good at making it sound chipper. In the background Eddie could hear Robin at the register, muffled but equally as upbeat.

"Hey Steve. It's -uh, it's Eddie," he hung his head and cringed -yeah, idiot, he probably knows your voice by now!

"Oh -Eddie! Hi," there was a clatter, a few papers shuffling around, and Eddie pictured Steve with the phone squished to his ear as he fiddled with a notepad and pen, hip on the counter like he'd seen the few times him and boys went in to rent a movie all those months ago. "Are you feeling better?"

His stomach churned remembering Steve's apology, completely unwarranted. Eddie had stared in shock at the door for a solid minute before he scrambled up to try and fix things, but Steve had already left the house by the time he got to the stairs.

"Yeah, a lot better," he'd gone to bed feeling even worse than he had in the kitchen. "But, uh, about last night. You didn't have to apologize for anything, Steve, I was the one being weird," he took a breath. "You didn't push. I got so in my head about my own shit that I got screwed up, and I've been feeling pretty crummy about it, so really, I'm the one who's sorry."

There was a moment of quiet, and then across the line Steve sighed again, the same as last night. Eddie still couldn't tell how the other man was feeling from it, and when Steve spoke it was quiet and sounded almost... disappointed?

"It's okay, man. I get you're still going through it," he said graciously, and Eddie sagged in relief. "If it, uh, was your hormones, I definitely remember how that goes. So don't worry about it."

"Are you sure? I've kinda been acting weird even for me," Eddie wrung his hands together a little, shuffling closer to the phone as if he could hear Steve better like that.

"Well I happen to hang out around a lot of weird, Munson, just ask Rob," he joked, and the tension in Eddie's brain eased a little more right then.

It must have been slow, because Steve stayed on the phone with him for a long time. Occasionally he'd make an offhand remark to Robin, but once they'd been going for ten minutes Steve said he was taking his break and transferred Eddie to the phone in the back room.

The worst thing about only getting to talk to Steve like a human while on the phone was probably the distance. Eddie loved hanging out with people and getting to see their faces and catch little whiffs of their scent, and after hell week he'd actually been looking forward to doing the same with Steve. Even putting his crush aside, he thought they could be good friends, and then packmates, but -this sucked, honestly. He just wanted to go back to normal.

Maybe he should mention this to his doctor. Maybe he could go on suppressants again.

"It was Max who pointed out that I'd put them all in a puppy pile," Steve was saying, detailing how he'd manifested his own self-switching.

"Without even realizing?"

"Exactly! We're a pretty loose pack most of the time, so I'm mainly attached to the kids," he explained, because apparently no one bur Robin noticed the change until then, not even Nancy. "It's shaped like a dumbbell -El and Will and Mike in the middle with Hop, Nance, Jon and Joyce on one end and me, Rob, you and the other kids on this side. Even if we're all pack, some of us aren't as close. And me and Robin are our own pack."

"Like me and Wayne," Eddie said. He'd never heard of a pack dynamic like that, but it made a weird amount of sense, especially with the california crew gone for over half a year. "And Argyle too now, on Jon's side. Though I'm close enough with him."

"Only cause his weed's better than Rick's," Steve quipped, and Eddie gasped in offence. Small mercies Steve insulted Rick rather than him. "It's also why my switch didn't affect much. The kids won't present for another year at least, and Nance and I weren't close for a long time. I've always had strong instincts, but they were Omega instincts even when I was an Alpha, so I was used to it."

"Good. I'm glad you had it easier. I never had even half the instincts I do now when I was an Omega," Eddie huffed, leaning back on the wall below the phone. He wondered if the Family Video break room had a couch or just shitty wooden chairs.

"I definitely settled into it easier," Steve agreed. Eddie remembered him from their shared year, Steve's senior year, and he'd been subdued all through it after the Hargrove incident in November -so different from the spare times Eddie saw him between September and March, when he'd been visibly happier tagging along with Robin or the kids. "It was everyone else who had to catch up. Nancy looked like I hit her over the head when she finally noticed."

"Not as observant as she might want us to think?" Eddie asked, and Steve laughed.

"About conspiracies, sure she is. But anything subtle -hey!" Steve suddenly squawked and there was a commotion on the other end, some muddled words of Robin's talking over anything Steve tried to say.

"Sorry Munson," Robin sang mockingly into the phone after a couple seconds, way too loudly and with Steve complaining in the background. "No more personal calls longer than twenty minutes! We're busy, come into the store if you want to chitchat with Stevie."

"Robbie, we were actually talking, not just shooting the shi-"

Click, off the connection went. But Steve had forgiven him, right? He definitely heard him say it was fine, that he understood. Even as delusional as his brain could be, there was no way he made that part up.

Right?

Okay, fuck it, he'd get calling the doctor out of the way, too.

*

For awhile, things were fine, or at least as much as they could be while you avoided being in the same place as one of your friends for fear of being a big asshole Alpha at him again. Steve called him a few times, mostly to talk about the kids, but it was enough to assure Eddie he hadn't fucked up entirely. That Steve really did accept his apology.

The final straw was such a small incident, but it got to him a lot worse than the others. In the end though, that proved to be a good thing.

After a few weeks, during which he'd been talking to the Doc about options and possibly suppressants once his body settled, Eddie felt confident enough that he could handle seeing Steve. It'd be best doing it on his own terms after figuring out his body's timeline at his last appointment and what he had to watch out for, so he went into Family Video to rent something and sat at the counter for a bit once he and Robin got onto the topic of weird foreign films. He knew Steve was in the building -half because he was nearly always on shift with Robin, and half because he could smell him, but he hadn't felt too preoccupied with it. After the party, he'd drilled it into his brain that he was going to be normal about Steve, even putting a rubber band around his wrist to distract himself if he needed it. But maybe testing himself so soon wasn't the smartest idea.

Between one moment and the next his vision sharpened, just as the sound of someone moving around in the breakroom reached his ears. He tensed up and determinedly stared past Robin's shoulder, pulling back the rubber band to give himself a sharp shock, but his hearing went fuzzy and he could barely tell that Robin was asking him what was wrong. Quickly realizing this might've been a bad idea, he mumbled something about heading home and pushed off the counter, fully ready to zip straight out the door-

Despite all that, the instant Steve walked out of the breakroom Eddie's eyes were on him. Steve paused mid step, a burst of scent rolling off him as he caught sight of Eddie at the counter -Eddie must have done something similar because next to him Robin made a disgruntled noise and shifted back. Part of him yelled internally to get a grip, but a bigger part preened that Steve was paying attention to him and he could maybe do his best here.

"Hi, Steve," he said, only a small chuff on the end of it -okay, this was fine, he was actually talking and not just making noises at the other man! Steve's cheeks flushed red and Eddie felt an electric zing run up his spine at being the one to do that to him. "Fancy scenting you here."

Robin muttered, "Lame," but Steve grinned at him, crossing his arms over his chest and cocking his head slightly.

"Haven't exactly done that, huh? Not since the hospital," Steve looked at him coyly under his eyelashes, his forearm tilted out like he was offering. They hadn't, had they, even though they were both part of the same pack, even though Steve had definitely been one of those in the party scenting him into submission while he was on bed rest.

The wrist held out between them was so much more enticing than he'd been prepared for, after getting overwhelmed in the kitchen and removing himself from the source as fast as he had. He braced himself and stepped away from the counter with care -this was good, he didn't feel out of sorts -and went closer to Steve, keenly aware they were in the middle of Family Video and had to keep things quick.

"Sorry Steve, didn't realize you were thinking about it," Eddie said sheepishly, taking Steve's offered hand and pulling it up to his face. Maybe it would be more polite to do this wrist to wrist, but he somehow knew it would drive him crazy the rest of the day if he went that route. Right now the cotton notes of Steve's scent were strong, and Eddie wondered if that reflected something Steve was feeling or if it just shifted naturally. He couldn't resist making a quiet remark as Steve watched him scent his skin. "Feel better now?"

"Ass," Steve rolled his eyes, but his mouth quirked up. He lifted Eddie's hand and scented him the same way, pressing his wrist along the line of his jaw. "Much better," he murmured after a few seconds, his shoulders relaxing as he let Eddie's hand drop away. Eddie kept Steve's wrist exactly where it was for a bit longer.

"You're not just messing with me then?"

"If I am it's because you did it first, man. But no, it's... appreciated," Steve said, a weirdly smug look on his face as he leaned closer.

"Guys," Robin suddenly whined, startling Eddie a little because he'd forgotten she was there. It was probably just her being dramatic, but-

Steve's eyes flicked over to her, and his smug-bashful smile froze in place, looking a little strained and embarrassed. All of a sudden the easy, open posture he'd kept under Eddie's attention was tense, and he took a step back hastily, yanking his wrist out of Eddie's loose grip. Thrown off by the change, Eddie didn't even think before he literally growled at him to get him to stop.

Of course, since Eddie was getting a teensy bit better at dealing with this shit, he realized exactly how rude and uncalled for his reaction was the second it took effect. Steve stilled halfway through his retreat obediently, eyes wide as he too processed what was going on. Eddie slapped a hand over his mouth in horror before Robin even had a chance to say anything, and hightailed it out the door only a couple seconds after that. Wayne didn't ask why he came home and immediately set to getting blazed out of his mind, and Eddie wasn't inclined to tell him.

What the fuck was he doing, chuffing and staring and growling at Steve Harrington of all people? He'd thought his crush fizzled out after Steve graduated, then got buried after Eddie resigned to sacrificing himself, but no, turns out seeing the guy as the babysitting, monster hunting, perfect fucking man he was had brought it all back, and these new Alpha instincts were adding insult to injury. A hopeless crush, inappropriate posturing, and both Robin and Wayne had seen him do it, too. He was fucked.

He called Steve the next day to say he was sorry, of course he did. Steve sounded a little annoyed, which was completely understandable the third time Eddie had to do this, but he forgave Eddie anyway. He didn't stay on the line for long, though.

Steve hung up because he had to get to work, and Eddie curled up in his bed and felt sorry for himself for a little while.

In the evening, Steve called him back.

"Hey, Ed, wanted to know what you think about doing one of your games at my place for Erica's birthday?" he asked, and it should have sounded normal, but there was something about the tone of Steve's voice that set his teeth on edge. "It's next month, so you'd have time to write it."

Eddie chewed on the nail of his thumb for lack of anything better to do, hating that he was even considering accepting. There were so many reasons he shouldn't, not the least of which being the fact that if his rut didn't trigger itself in a timely fashion, he was pretty sure...

"I don't know, Steve. I really want to-"

"Then why not?" Steve asked bluntly, frustration plain to hear now. "If you want to, then do it. It would really make Erica happy. I'd understand if you were busy, but I'm sure we can look at both our schedules to find a day that works. I'll be handling everything outside of the game, if that's the issue."

It felt like Steve knew exactly what the issue was but wanted Eddie to say it.

"And if it's my apartment being small, I can talk with the Wheelers or Joyce about using their basements," Steve went on, and shit, maybe he was actually pissed at Eddie. He was pretty sure Steve wouldn't react like this if it was just that he didn't want to run a campaign for Lady Applejack. "We can ask Will to help with writing if you don't have any ideas. We can get anyone to drive you, too, if you wanted to have a couple drinks-"

"It isn't the logistics that're the problem," Eddie tried to say.

"Not the logistics, you want to do it, but there's just something else?"

"Yes, Steve, okay? I'm just worried!" They had talked on the phone so many times, but they hadn't argued yet. He really didn't like it. "What if I can't handle myself again? What if I have to leave? I can't be the DM when I'm-" he cut himself off, feeling cornered.

"You were fine yesterday," Steve flatly pointed out, and Eddie had to scoff.

"I wasn't, but you literally saw me at the party before that? When I couldn't even talk -it was humiliating!"

Steve sucked in a sharp breath, "So you're worried I'm going to push you into that again? Even after you said it wasn't because of me-"

"It's not that!"

"Well then just tell me and maybe we can figure it out!"

Ringing silence.

Eddie twisted the cord around his finger, and a minute passed without either of them speaking as he tried to figure out how to actually tell Steve what he was worried about without sounding like an idiot.

Steve sighed, "Listen, after you ran out of the store-"

"The Doc thinks I'm going to have a rut soon!"

Steve choked in surprise at Eddie interrupting him by saying that out of left field. But when he recovered, his voice went gentle, as if he finally got that Eddie wasn't trying to be difficult, "Oh... he does?"

"...Yeah. The crazy instincts are my body trying to speed through all the changes. It's, I mean, you know, it's why I've been so fucking cagey around everyone lately," Steve was quiet as Eddie fumbled his way through his reasoning. "I'm worried that I'm gonna... I just, I think, uh, maybe until my rut's come and gone I should steer clear of you. If I'm growling at you at work..."

"What? You think you might -snap at me or something?" Yes, actually, Eddie had woken up from several very vivid dreams of snapping his teeth near Steve's neck to get him to start running. He made a noncommittal sound instead of admitting that. "Are we sure that wouldn't -hm. Is it that you don't want me to see you like that again?"

"Steve," he could hear the plain whine in his voice -why did Steve have to be so earnest? He closed his eyes and forced out the truth, because if there was one thing Eddie Munson couldn't do, it was lie to make things easier for himself. "It's kind of the opposite. If I smell you again, more than a whiff, I'm positive you're going to trigger it. I -I'm not reacting to other Omegas like this."

Eddie imagined Steve at home, curled up on the couch with the phone dragged in from the hall just like Eddie was -he couldn't entertain the idea of Steve having this whole conversation somewhere more private or he'd get distracted and have to hang up.

"Would it be so bad?" Steve was still quiet, even tentative, but now there was an edge of stubbornness to his tone. "If I helped you through it? It'd probably trigger the heat I'm overdue for. It could be good for both of us."

Eddie was already shaking his head even though Steve couldn't see him, gripping the phone tight so he didn't start shredding the couch cushions.

"No. That's -I can't do that."

"Oh," across the line, Eddie heard Steve swallow thickly and clear his throat. "Sorry, hah, I thought -no, nevermind. I'm sorry I got so mad at you when you were thinking all this. You're right, you should have your rut on your own-"

"Steve."

"-so just forget I said anything, it's not a big deal. I was just -I mean, I don't know why I asked at all," Steve took a deep breath and plowed on. "Obviously you're in a pretty new spot, dealing with all this, you don't need my Omega issues on top of all that to think abou-"

"Steve!"

Steve instantly stopped talking -wait, shit.

"Sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bark at you," Eddie scrubbed at his face. "It's not... damn, okay, fuck it. I'm not reacting to you because you're an Omega. Or, I am, but if it was just that I'd have to be careful around any Omega, right? But I don't have to," Steve was still quiet, but Eddie could hear him breathing, and so he blurted out the rest, tired of putting Steve through his shit all these weeks and hoping this would get him to understand. "Shit, uh -c'mon Steve, you've gotta know by now I've had an embarrassingly big crush on you for, like, years, now."

A little hitch of breath, and Eddie flipped his opinion about whether it was a good thing they weren't in the same room right now. Sure he'd lose half his brain cells, but at least he'd be able to actually see Steve's expression and not have to squirm in anticipation.

"You... like me," Steve said, almost wary, not quite a question. Shit, that wasn't promising, but Eddie kept on.

"So much, Steve. So much, so, you get it, right? I can't just help you through your heat, I -I don't think I'd be able to stop myself," he bit his thumb and made a frustrated noise. "I'm sorry."

"Stop -fucking apologizing for everything," Steve didn't exactly snap at him, but it was close. "You couldn't stop yourself from doing what?"

"From doing -everything? Anything!" Eddie yanked at his hair and flopped back against the cushions. "Christ on a cross, Steve, I'd claim you to start. With the way I've been around you on a good day, I'd go feral the minute I scented you. Hell, the minute I saw you. I couldn't do that to you -you wouldn't even have time to trigger the heat you want out of it-"

"Well that's what the chase is for."

Eddie shut his mouth so fast his teeth clacked when Steve cut him off. He must be asleep right now, because how the hell did he go from confessing his crush all the way to Steve proposing something what sounded an awful lot like...

"Course, claim, cleave. That's how it goes, right?" Steve used the old fashioned phrasing -Eddie just said 'catch and carry', though it certainly didn't give off the same romantic undertones. He sounded... god, Eddie could barely describe it. Like a mix of confident and hesitantly hopeful, like he knew exactly what he was saying but was braced to take it back at a moment's notice. "You'll have to make a den to herd me toward beforehand, because I'm not getting knotted in the woods, but once you catch me and drag me inside -you can claim me, Eddie. I'd take your bite any day."

"Steve."

Steve kept talking, "I'd be in heat by then. Do you know what your little possessive displays do to me, Ed? You ran away so fast yesterday you never realized I was slick and ready just from how you growled at me. The same way I'll be when you sink your teeth in and mount me, Alpha. When you-"

"Jesus H Christ, Steve, stop, you're killing me," Eddie moaned into the phone and across the line Steve snorted.

"Don't wanna stop," Steve teased, voice low. "You're finally listening to me."

Finally? Moments flashed through Eddie's brain; the chirp that first time Eddie chuffed at him, the teasing smile in the kitchen while Eddie made a fool of himself, the burst of scent the moment Steve saw him in the shop the day before, the way he got more and more disappointed or frustrated with each apology call in the aftermath. Had he really been ignoring Steve flirting right back, appreciating his instinctual displays while the entire time Eddie had been beating himself up over them?

"I'm an Omega, Eddie. Always have been, and it's strong," Steve went on, fabric shifting on the other end of the line. springs creaking -was he laying in his bed? "I want it all. A chase, a bite mark, and someday... a nest for pups. God," Steve sounded overwhelmed for a second. "We don't know each other that well, I know that. But it took two days for Dustin to be my little brother and three for Robin to be my soulmate, so I think I've shown fucking great restraint here."

Eddie let out a bark of laughter that was a little wet at the edges, just as overwhelmed as Steve, it seemed. "I was kicking myself for being weird and pushy all this time."

"You were being weird and pushy, but I like that. I like that you can't help yourself," Steve said. "Think that'll translate to your rut when you scent me?"

"Yes, it will," of that, Eddie was sure. "You might not leave my den the entire time. I'm still learning, but I could -uh, groom you and feed you. I had a couple heats before all this, so I know how to make sure you're happy with me."

"I don't think you have to worry about that," Steve said softly. A beat of quiet passed, during which Eddie's brain ran through all the various predictions the doc had given him about his first rut, and then Steve swallowed audibly. "Damn, I really want to see you right now."

Eddie felt his cheeks turn red. So did he.

But they needed to talk things through; obviously Eddie was crushing hard on Steve and his brain seemed to be more than on board with taking that to its full conclusion, but Steve had dropped claiming on the table and, to be honest, blindsided him with it. It was an intense proposition.

Granted, Steve was an intense man -the nail bat in his trunk, his various pack bonds, even the way he used to act during his 'King Steve' era all made that very clear. Eddie was equally intense, even instincts aside, but Wayne taught him better than to jump without looking. He needed to do this right.

Steve was still talking, "But we should probably talk more and plan things out-"

"We'll need to go on birth control!" Eddie blurted out, catching up to what Steve was saying and forcing out the most pressing concern on his mind. Steve snorted again across the line. "I also, uh, think I could want pups. With you," Eddie slapped a hand on his burning cheek at admitting it. He'd never wanted to be the one to carry or birth any hypothetical kids he made himself imagine -baby fever never once infected his brain -but he liked tykes well enough on their own. Thinking about Steve with a baby was an image that made his chest tight. "But definitely not now, and not without talking about it. I don't want to bring any kid into this hellhole."

"I'll go to the clinic this week," Steve assured him. "Cause I'm right there with you. So while I do that, you've got to make a den and plot out a rough route for us, yeah? Running in the woods seems easy until you're three miles out from where you want with a stitch in your side."

"Hey, I would've passed PE if they let me run track the whole time," Eddie started scratching a little list on the envelope near his hand at the coffee table. Doctor, birth control, den, route, "Gonna need to get stuff for us to eat, too, and fresh sheets and clothes. I guess I'll have to rent a den-lodge for this? I have no clue how much they cost, it'd be easier here but I don't love the idea of hunting you through Hawkins forest."

"I can get you the number of a lodgeground between here and Jasper. Not -that I've been looking," Steve said quickly. "Just, I've heard good things. From some of the ladies who stop in at work."

"I won't tell the kids you're gossiping about chase spots, Stevie, don't worry," Eddie couldn't stop smiling as Steve snorted. "Okay, well if that's the case we're going to have to figure out the car situation..."

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I don't do tag lists!

#steddie #stranger things #fanfic #steve harrington #eddie munson #trans stuff #alpha beta omega #non traditional omegaverse #omegaverse #alpha beta omega dynamics

[omegaversetheory]

Question, what would you consider "Non traditional A/B/O" I'm curious cause I feel like it's miss used alot

oh i agreeee.

But before I get into what non-traditional is, I think it would be easier to list what I think traditional is.

One of the main protagonists and/or love interests/part of the coupling is an alpha.

The alpha is male coded (even if they aren't male). The omega is female coded (even if they aren't female).

May have themes of found family/the idea that the individual was not complete until they found x,y,z person (could be in pack setting, via friendship, or via a romantic relationship)

Features some sort of romantic relationship (could be the escalation, de-escalation, termination, re-unification, etc..)

Written from a western cultural perspective (which makes since because I think the majority of the community is north american)

Formulaic.

Escapist and fantastical (what passes for realism here would not pass in other tropes or genres)

Strict binary gender roles/dynamics are heavily binary gender coded. Personally I feel like it gets a little regressive sometimes, which only bothers me when it's touting itself as progressive.

Narrow - in the sense that the story feels very focused on whatever the main storyline is and throws out everything else. Where's the worldbuilding? Where's my immersion?

Quasi-experimental. (I see a lot of different gender and sexual expressions/orientations/etc.. written which is awesome, but it's so common that is not experimental for this genre anymore)

None of these things are bad at all. Much more after the cut.

BUT! if someone was new to the genre and asked me what they should expect I'd hand them this list. I'll always advocate for people to join this community and participate however they want to, but when you've been around for a while you see the same thing time and time again. Non-traditional is hard to write because we are so ingrained in our conventions. But using the framework I've written above here's some ideas of what I think that a non-traditional omegaverse may look like.

No alpha involved. In fact the dynamics of the people in the relationship aren't as important in a traditional omegaverse. (I'd love to see a beta/beta story in which they do not bond over or ever discuss being seen as less desirable than alphas and/or omegas)

Binary gender roles and gender as we understand it via our cultures is not a thing. It's common for dynamics to be seen as secondary genders traditionally, but what if that was just your primary gender. What if there was no primary/secondary - what if it was just one thing.

No male/female coding. In a three part system this doesn't make sense, but to push that even further I'd love to see a concept of it all that's much more fluid and wholly non-binary that what we understand.

No romance. Let's get a mystery, a horror, a comedy, how about coming of age? No romantic interests as the main plot.

Isn't trying to conform to what we understand to be realism. Take it to the point that it operates like high-fantasy with it's own rules and structures and cultural variations.

Deep. Give me the unique history of the area, of the culture. Give me tasty breadcrumbs of culture and lore in throw away comments or off-hand explainations. Write a story fully immersed in the culture. Make it feel "other"'

Truly experimental. Let's go real off the walls. I mean a story that contains 1-6 will already stand out, but surprise me. Let's subvert traditional omegaverse tropes and conventions even further. Maybe omegas aren't desirable. Maybe the tone is futuristic rather than historical. We get so much commentary on the way things are in our real world, let's get some more and let's also hear about the way we want it to be.

I could go on and on. But I won't. It's getting late lol.

But peanut gallery what do you think? Fill my in-box with synopsis of non-traditional omegaverse stories that hit some of these points or just get creative! What do you feel like is alternative/progressive for this genre?

Also, check out my post about traditional-contemporary-modern-postmodern. Where do your favorite stories stand?

#ask answered #omegaverse #a/b/o #a/b/o dynamics #omegaverse au #a/b/o headcanons #a/b/o au #omegaverse headcanons #omegaverse dynamics #alpha beta omega #omegaversetheory #non-traditional a/b/o #traditional a/b/o #ask #for the peanut gallery #much more after the cut

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Hope you have a good break! I opted to take summer classes and I am *regreting* it! On to the prompt though!!

A non-tradional A/B/O relationship where Alpha!Steve is the submissive one and Omega!Bucky is the dominant one. Steve did something he shouldn't have, so Bucky punishes (But not really, they both discussed and agreed to this) him by having him knot something so he's stuck in place, (a hole in a wall or something? Just something he can't move/get away from/carry with him) and keeps him there by torturing his knot, not letting it go down for hours, so he's just stuck there, at Bucky's mercy. -🐍

Oof, yeah, I can not imagine summer classes are any fun at all. Rip. Thank you, though, I hope your summer is good, too!

Also, if you've not already, I think you 1000% would enjoy reading the AO3 series "Breaking Tradition" by AndreaDTX. The series description is, "A thoroughly kinky exploration of sub Alpha Steve and Dom omega Bucky's non-traditional A/B/O sex life." And it is delicious.

But

LISTEN--

The idea of having subby alpha Steve knot in a hole in a wall is GENIUS.

It has the same vibes as being punished by being forced to stand in the corner, nose to the wall, and think about what you've done, but with an extra level of intensity and embarrassment. Perfect.

This idea is further genius because not only would Steve be stuck, panting so hard that he's fogging up the paint on the wall with his humid, heavy breaths, he'd have his forehead rested against the wall in exhaustion, once he admits his exhaustion, he'd also be trembling trying to keep standing up as the tight constriction on his knot and the pleasure gets to him, wearing him down, he'd also, also be scratching at the wall to try and get a grip on something, anything to keep himself grounded but not being able to, BUT, because of the wall, he wouldn't be able to see Bucky coming either. Whatever Bucky decided to do to him would be a complete surprise.

His heart can never rest in his chest, beating frantically, because he doesn't know what's coming. Steve knows he was bad, and he deserves--he truly feels like he deserves--to be punished, so it's good, but... it's also scary. He's not scared of Bucky. And he's not in danger. He knows that, but... it's unsteady. He isn't sure what's going to happen and there's no way to gain any information, even if he presses his ear to the wall instead of keeping his nose to it, like he's supposed to, Bucky is so good at creeping silently around their home that there is no way to hear anything on the other side. He might as well have ear plugs in, adding to the punishments intensity.

His toes curl in their bedroom carpet. A little whimper falls out of his lips.

Steve doesn't know what's going on. But, he doesn't need to. He trusts his dom. He needs to show his dom, his omega, his Bucky, that he can be good.

And after Bucky first makes Steve knot through the hole in the wall, jerking him off tight and fast and hard with a fist obscenely dripping lube, he tortures him a little. Not leaving him alone. Squeezing his knot while it's already popped until Steve is snarling because it fucking hurts but it also feels so good. Steve might take a chunk out of the drywall if he's not careful--clawing or biting through it. Blood keeps rushing to his knot with tight, wet stimulation, and it keeps him hard and throbbing. Meanwhile, his head stays dizzy.

Bucky grows bored of that eventually, and instead keeps Steve hard and knotted by licking his cock. Licking. Not sucking him. No. Just licking. Every little part of his cock. Tracing every vein. Exploring the bulging shape of his knot. Flicking the tip of his tongue over his slit at the head of his cock. Leaving Steve only able to whimper. It's such delicate, light pleasure that when Bucky suddenly dives deep, taking his whole cock into his mouth and down his throat until Bucky's nose is pressed to the wall--sucking and swallowing and hollowing his cheeks--Steve shouts and jolts hard against the wall. His fist pounds against the drywall without him being able to stop his body. Out of control. It feels--

It feels.

Guh.

He can't handle it!

Tears sting Steve's eyes.

Oh, God.

Then, just when Steve thinks he's going to die, Bucky would probably leave him alone for a while. Because Bucky is low-key an evil mastermind, he allows Steve to be alone for just the perfect amount of time to let it settle in that he might be allowed to move again soon. His punishment might be over. Bucky might let his knot go down enough to slip out so Steve can move and stretch and fucking be able to take his nose away from the wall even if that means he has to stand nose to nose with his dom instead and apologize for being bad.

But--

It's not over :)

There's a few rounds of licking and sucking and being forced by Bucky's mouth to keep hard and knotted because, of course, there is. This is punishment. It's not easy. Steve knows that, even if he's crying about how not easy it is.

He needs it, though.

He needs the time to let it sink in. He needs it to let himself feel balanced again; he did something he shouldn't've and he aches to be put in his place for it, it's what he deserves.

Suddenly, like, literally without any warning of footsteps or breaths or a cleared throat or ANYTHING, Bucky slips an excessively lubed fleshlight around Steve's almost soft cock.

At the same time that Steve chokes on his own tongue in surprise, Steve chokes on the word 'no!' It's whimpered and pathetic. But he says it--he tries to say it.

He was so close to being free!

The uncertainty of never knowing what's coming, not being able to see, hear, or feel it, leaves Steve unable to relax--his hackles are raised. He's a little afraid, after all his very hard, very vulnerable cock is exposed out in the open and he can't even see where it is! On the other side of the wall! But... the primal fear is pouring over, turning into arousal. The sensations are very similar, after all--phobia and fetish. It adds to the experience. Heightening everything. It would be impossible for him not to feel everything.

Every.

little.

thing.

Sensations that Steve would've never picked out otherwise crash over him, impossible to see past--blinding him in fact. For example, The flashlight and the lube are fucking cold! He would've noticed it before, in another situation, but like this he can't deal with it!

He squirms as much as he can (which isn't much). This is nothing like Bucky's hot mouth and tongue. Like, it's smooth and wet and velvety, designed to feel as close to the real thing as possible, but it's so different. Different even as the lube and toy warm up with Steve's feverish body heat.

The ribbed, textured inside of the toy causes Steve's abs to clench hard, he wants to fuck forward into it. To jerk his hips forward and force his cock deep into the toy. Even as it hurts--he's overstimulated by now, almost raw with all the pleasure he's been given in an effort to be kept in here--it feels so good. The lube. The soft silicone. The pressure. The ribs in it.

God.

By the time Bucky has a rhythm built, fucking the toy on his cock--deep and hard with a lightning fast pitstop for Bucky's lower hand to squeeze Steve's knot, then pulling back--Steve has let the wall take his entire weight. He's leaned against it pathetically, weak as a wet piece of paper. Shaking. He isn't crying anymore. He's sobbing. Chest heaving, gasping sobs. Broken open.

All he can do is take what Bucky gives him. Anything he gives him. He can not beg; he can not think; he can not function. All he can do is let whatever Bucky has in store for him wash over him. Anything. Anything he wants to do to him, Steve will accept.

When Steve knots, one last time, with a pathetically small amount of cum dribbling out the tip of his cock into the soaked toy and a silent scream, he leaves the earth. He is only vaguely aware of Bucky gently slowing to a stop, leaving the fleshlight on his used cock, giving his knot the most comfortable environment, simulating a lock around his knot, and coming around to the other side of the wall. Finally. Bucky bodily presses him to the wall. Tight. His dom's chest warm and solid against Steve's back. Steve's overused nerves sing. He feels it through the clouds. Not back yet. But, it helps. The touch helps. His dom. His omega. His Bucky.

His Bucky purring, telling him, "you did so good."

Steve's body makes an embarrassing mewling sound.

"Mmm-hmm, you took it just like I wanted you to. You did everything perfect. So good. Such a good alpha for me, taking it so well, you're so strong. Good alpha. Make me so happy."

Steve, even though it feels impossible, melts even further at the praise. Yeah, his punishment was worth every second.

#asks #fandomfluffandfuck #🐍 anon #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #omegaverse #alpha steve #omega bucky #non-traditional alpha/beta/omega dynamics #sub steve #dom bucky

[aspeninthesnow]

New Word for "Intersex" Fictional Characters

I made up a new word to use for fictional characters so people can stop using Intersex inappropriately.

Bigenitalism/Bigenitalia

Edit

I have come up with another option and a probably poor attempt at etymology.

Ambigenitalous/Ambigenitalia

Etymology

Bigenitalia - noun, the state of having both male and female reproductive organs. May be full or partial

Bigenitalism or Bigenitalic - adjective, the condition of having bigenitalia

Bi- - two, twice, double, on both sides

Genitalis (neutral Genitale) - latin, Of or relating to generation or birth; Fruitful, productive, generative

-ism - state or quality, characteristic or peculiar feature or trait

-ic - belonging to, pertaining to

Or

Ambigenitalous - adjective, the condition of having ambigenitalia

Ambi- - Either or both; On both sides; Intermediate between two categories

Genitalis - see above

-ous - Used to form adjectives from nouns, to denote: possessing the nature of; presence of a quality in any degree

What do you think? I do and don't like it so I'm looking for input. If there is another word out there I just haven't seen, please let me know!

#omegaverse #omegaverse worldbuilding #intersex omegas #alpha beta omega #a/b/o #alpha/beta/omega #alpha/beta/omega dynamics #alpha/beta/omega verse #a/b/o verse #non-traditional alpha/beta/omega dynamics #traditional a/b/o #non traditional a/b/o #a/b/o dynamics #male omega #female alpha #omegaverse au #omegaverse headcanon #a/b/o headcanon #worldbuilding #i spent quite a while on this lol #it doesn't sound the best #but it gets the point across without using antiquated words #is it better to be cringe or insensitive? #I was googling Latin furiously #i should be sleeping #i think i like the second one better #etymology

[liuwithheadcanons]

Y’all would Alpha4Alpha and Omega4Omega couples be considered lgbtq+ in omegaverse even tho they’re different primary genders or what 

#a/b/o dynamics #non traditional a/b/o #a/b/o #a/b/o headcanon #a/b/o universe #omegaverse #omega verse #omegaverse au #alpha/beta/omega verse #alpha/alpha #omega/omega #omegaverse worldbuilding

[errantnight]

Sephiroth assumes Genesis and angeal had a similar upbringing to him (experiments of Hollander instead of Hojo). He finds out otherwise when they're both horrified at some aspect of his childhood that he just casually mentions without thinking anything of it...

Sorry this took SO LONG I just am unable to make things short sometimes and this one grabbed me and wouldn't let go!

I am doing all of these that I get, I just got a LOT of them and I'm working through them chronologically as I received them!

This is the first time I've written ABO! Please let me know if I did okay?

"Bad Medicine" <-- one AO3

After Sephiroth’s customary round of injections and the tests to be certain that they were taking and absorbing correctly were finished, he’d fought to keep himself in control as something registered on the edge of his senses.

 The scent of fear and pain nearly made Sephiroth retch as the scent of an omega in distress made him want to hurry his steps, to run to his side, but he had to keep his stride to slow and measured steps. An impersonal, blank, expression was a careful mask as he passed from Hojo’s lair and into Hollander’s domain.

Hojo had waved him off earlier than usual, without the usual pain and healing tests, and ordered him to “Go get your pet omega, he’s distracting my assistants.” He’d been expecting Genesis to be causing trouble on purpose during his own Mako injections, using his often abrasive wit to hide the anxiety and pain that must have come from the treatments - Even Sephiroth, generally inured to pain and well practiced in hiding any discomfort during what a normal person might call ‘torture’, occasionally slipped up and showed his true feelings.

For the omega, it was impossible to hide his scent as he might usually do - his scent blockers had been slated to be renewed and clearly something had gone wrong… or ‘right’ as far as whatever procedure Hollander had decided to test out on the other man.

Angeal was the stoic one, the one who came back from the labs and insisted that nothing was wrong, he felt just fine, and to please not concern himself with his discomfort when they all went through the same thing. Genesis always made a fuss, refusing to keep his mouth shut while being treated - Sephiroth had heard him repeating Loveless on an endless loop from behind the closed door of Hollander’s personal lab whenever the pain became too much.

For himself, he’d learned long ago that any reaction to painful stimuli or what most people would think of as humiliation, would make everything so much worse. Angeal was more like him in that way and sometimes Sephiroth envied the other alpha’s ability to come out of the science department with a smile of encouragement for anyone else waiting for their turn. No matter what it was that Hollander did to him, it seemed to have no lasting effects. Sephiroth himself usually secluded himself in his rooms until he had complete control over himself, usually too ill to eat or accept a mission for three days or so. How did Angeal do it? How did he go back to teaching and training his new apprentice while suffering the aftereffects of Hollander’s experiments? He was so much stronger than Sephiroth, no matter what anyone said about his prowess in battle.

Sephiroth knew the tests and procedures were necessary for the progression of the SOLDIER program, to further the field of science as a whole, and to make certain various potions and curatives would be the correct dosages for the enhanced men under his command. He suffered through them, desperately trying not to show anything but calm acceptance and the expected silence as Hojo rambled about what he hoped to accomplish. If he had to have the flesh on the back his hands be flayed open to test how quickly it took to heal itself with various new potion formulations, or be forced to hold himself still through a spinal tap to check how much Mako made its way into his spinal fluid versus in his blood, he knew he could get through it as long as he had three or four days to recover.

He stepped through the door into the other scientist’s examination room and fought the urge to cover his nose with his hand as the scent of pain-fear-stress hit him full force. Genesis wasn’t usually like this, even though he was the worst of the three of them to be able to handle what they suffered in the name of science. Genesis wasn’t supposed to be lying curled on his side covered in sweat and reeking of distress and misery, totally silent with glazed eyes. His usual scent of apples and spice was both sickly sweet and somehow bitter all at once. Sephiroth didn’t bother to ask permission to pick up his friend and carry him out, ignoring the spluttering Hollander and stepping past him without a word. Genesis didn’t finch, didn’t insist that he wasn’t a child or a lapdog to be scooped up and carted around, especially by Sephiroth of all people. That was so intensely wrong.

In the elevator, Sephiroth pressed his lips into a thin line, his mask breaking completely when Genesis reached up and weakly clutched at a strand of Sephiroth’s hair. He lowered his head, a curtain of silver blocking Genesis, and incidentally his own pale face, from view as the elevator opened and admitted a handful of office workers. They were clearly curious, but it was absolutely none of their business. Let them gossip about the two of them being lovers all they wanted… Not that Sephiroth would mind it if it were true, and he ignored the pang of longing that he’d never let Genesis see - the other man had enough to deal with and had his choice of anyone he wanted.

He shook off his own spiraling thoughts as he carried Genesis into his own apartment, rushing into his bedroom once the door was closed behind them with no more chances for someone to catch him doing so. Genesis listlessly clutched at the pillow Sephiroth laid him down on, dragging it from underneath his head to cuddle it against his chest.

Sephiroth rarely swore, and never where anyone would hear him, but he muttered a soft curse and ran into the hallway to fling open the door to the linen closet. He wished he could find Genesis’ key-card to get into his apartment, surely the omega had an abundance of blankets and pillows, everything he would need to make himself a nest to curl up and recover in. Much like purring, the nest itself helped to relieve distress and mute pain, although he’d always wondered if they weren’t perhaps psychosomatic.

He’d never felt the strange sort of panic that began to well up in his chest, the knowledge that Genesis was miserable and radiating pheromones that had never affected Sephiroth in quite this way. He’d scented omegas in distress and pain many times, the infirmary tents in Wutai had often stank of it. But this had a quality he couldn’t explain… It made his hands begin to shake and his mouth was dry as Genesis shivered and curled into a ball on the bed.

“Mn,” Genesis whimpered out a soft sound of discomfort from the other room that set Sephiroth’s every nerve on edge, the need to do something becoming overwhelming, “m’cold…”

Dragging out every extra blanket, sheet, and pillow, woefully limited the selection might be, he dragged his armful back into the bedroom and began to arrange it all around Genesis to cocoon him in the warmth. He didn’t know what was driving him on, he’d never done any such thing, but it seemed to come naturally to build up small walls of comfort around Genesis’ curled up form. He tossed the softest blanket he had, something Angeal had given him he was certain, over top of everything and tucked it in around the other man.

Sephiroth hovered by the bed until Genesis reached a hand out from beneath the blanket and mumbled out, “More…”

Uncertain what else to do, Sephiroth sat on the edge of the bed and pulled his boots off, stripping out of his coat and harness before gingerly climbing into the circle he’d made around his friend. Very hesitantly he wrapped one arm around the other man.

Genesis shifted back against him, sighing as he seemed to bask in the warmth of Sephiroth’s body. One of his feet reached back and hooked his heel around Sephiroth’s knee, guiding it over his thigh to get more warmth enveloping him. The other man’s skin was hot and unpleasantly sticky from mako-fever sweat. Sephiroth knew he’d be replacing everything in here when Genesis was well again, including the mattress if the mako made its way through the sheets and blankets. He didn’t care though, not if it made his… he shook his head, as long as Genesis was comfortable while he recovered that was alright.

Sephiroth sighed, a low shivery breath, and leaned closer. He would never take this liberty in any other circumstance, hoping Genesis didn’t firaga him right in the face as soon as he was well. He nuzzled into the sweat soaked hair at the back of Genesis head, moving down just a little bit, until he could scent him. The pain and distress was still there, but the fear was gone. He rubbed his cheek against Genesis’ shoulder, pressing his own scent into his skin, then went still as he realized what he had done.

He’d never done that, not to anyone, and certainly never to one of his only friends. He thought, ruefully, that he would deserve that firaga…

He startled as he heard his own door open and close, heavy steps making their way quickly to the bedroom. Sephiroth pulled his face away, uncertain when he’d drifted down to touch his forehead to Genesis scent gland, feeling as though he had been caught doing something even more intimate and forbidden. Unexpectedly, the worry on Angeal’s face softened to some other expression he couldn’t name. Watching them for a moment, Angeal ran a hand over his hair, muttering something that sounded like ‘Finally,’ in an exasperated tone that made no sense.

Sephiroth didn’t know why it bothered him so much when Angeal sat down on the edge of the bed and touched his fingers against Genesis' pulse, so close to the place on Genesis' throat where he had just been rubbing himself against. Shame washed through him, leaving him feeling cold and hot in turns as Angeal cupped Genesis’ chin in a gesture that showed he’d done it many times, “Gen, can you wake up a little?”

Angeal looked over Genesis’ shoulder to Sephiroth, still touching Genesis, which still made Sephiroth feel upset in some unexplainable way, “It helps if you keep talking to him when he’s, um, like this.”

A pang of his own distress stiffened Sephiroth’s shoulders as he turned his attention back to his, to their, friend. How many times had this happened and he’d never known? What had Hollander done to him? He couldn’t smell blood, so either he’d healed Genesis to a point he’d stopped bleeding or whatever he’d done hadn’t been particularly invasive…

“I…” he began and then trailed off, uncertain what he was supposed to say to help Genesis, “it’s going to be alright, Gen, please wake up?” He cringed slightly as Angeal’s lips turned up at the corners, knowing he sounded more than a little awkward and pathetic.

Quietly, they both called Genesis back until he half turned in Sephiroth’s hold and blinked up at them, bleary eyed and still sweating. His body language, curling back against the warm body flush against him, and his scent were still tainted with distress.

“What happened?” Sephiroth asked quietly, pulling the blanket away from Genesis and receiving a plaintive mew of sound like nothing he’d heard from the omega before in his life. Genesis shook his head and deeper concern sped Sephiroth’s heart rate as he rose up, “I’m sorry but you know I have to do this if you don’t remember.”

He looked up at Angeal, “Will you help me? I don’t know what your usual routine is after your appointments, but I usually start checking my abdomen if I can’t remember what was done - I can’t smell blood but that doesn’t rule out any exploratory surgery and he’s been favoring around his stomach the whole time.”

He had to gently turn Genesis onto his back, pulling up the sweat soaked t-shirt he was wearing and began carefully palpating his stomach and watching the other man’s face for a reaction as he checked all the usual places, moving up to check his throat even though he’d been so close to it a moment ago.

“Does that feel alright, no tenderness or pain?” he asked, wondering why Genesis was looking up at Angeal with one of the odd expressions Sephiroth had always had trouble figuring out. The other man was looking more and more alert, and somehow more and more alarmed at the same time.

“Are you certain it doesn’t hurt, is your throat alright?” It wasn’t like Genesis to be so quiet, especially when he was injured or ill and he felt a burst of genuine panic rise as he asked, “he didn’t cut your vocal chords did he?”

“Does…” Angeal reached out a hand to him, unexpectedly, and Sephiroth pulled back before his friend could touch his face as he’d done Genesis a moment ago, “does that happen during your appointments?”

“Does what happen?” Sephiroth asked, confused, as he resumed checking Genesis for injuries, making him sit up and checking the back of his neck and touching each inch of his spine for damage, “no spinal tap either…”

“Does Hojo cut your vocal chords?” Angeal elaborated and Sephiroth realized that the strange expression on Angeal’s face was concern. He must have worried that Genesis had earned such a punishment.

He shrugged, “Not for years. I learned to be quiet through any of the tests and procedures.” He waved a hand toward Angeal, “You’re quiet enough as well to not need to be corrected, I’ve never heard you when I know you’ve had the same slot as I did, but I’ve heard Genesis enough times that… I wondered… I worried about when Hollander would get angry enough to do something about it.”

“I’m alright,” Genesis said carefully, his voice rough but otherwise seeming alright. It made more sense if he had been screaming, and Hollander had merely cast silence on him, “he did try something new, but I’m not… I’m just…” Genesis stumbled over his words, which again was unlike him, “I’m not injured.”

“Are you ill then?” Sephiroth asked, reaching up to lay his hand on Genesis’ forehead, although he could already feel the heat radiating from the man through his side, still pressed up against him, “poison resistance tests?”

“No!” Genesis rolled over, wincing, and Sephiroth went stiff as the omega wrapped his arms around his neck and twined their legs together in one sinuous movement.

Genesis rubbed his cheek along his own and Sephiroth’s breath hitched in his chest, the sensation so unfamiliar he didn’t know how to process it. The alarm and fear was back in Genesis scent, mixed with that sweetness that was no longer as cloying as it had seemed earlier. He hesitantly reciprocated. Having never done so before, he hoped he was doing it right.

“No…” Genesis said again, his voice growling in his chest. He raised his head, turning enough to look into Sephiroth’s face, “that doesn’t happen to us, that has never happened to either of us. That isn’t normal.”

“It isn’t right” Angeal’s voice was lower and deeper than usual, radiating sheer fury, and Sephiroth stared at both of them in turn. Angeal ran a hand down his face, abruptly leaning closer, one hand in the nest and the other reaching out to curl his fingers through Sephiroth’s hair and cup the back of his head. Too startled to move, Angeal pulled him closer to touch their foreheads together, Genesis trapped in between them, “it’s so fucking wrong.”

If Sephiroth never swore, Angeal had always seemed as though he never even thought of it. He felt something tight in his chest loosen, then swayed into Angeal’s grasp as Genesis broke out into a low and comforting purr. The sound radiated into his chest from Genesis wrapping their bodies together closer. He’d heard that this could happen, that an omega’s purring had healing properties, but he wasn’t injured. Why did he feel so dizzy and strange?

There was a small space of quiet and he realized he’d said the last part out loud. Genesis’s low purr hitched for a moment, then grew into something so strong Sephiroth felt he might be vibrating.

A matching rumble spread from Angeal, dragging him and Genesis closer until he tumbled into the nest and curled himself over both of them. Sephiroth should have struggled - should have wanted to, but their weight and the purring, and the… protective… it was protective, the growl thrumming through both of them was seeping somehow into Sephiroth.

“No one has ever fucking purred for you in your godsdamned life, have they?” wetness was dripping down Sephiroth’s neck, soaking into his shirt. “Goddess, fuck!” Genesis sounded as though he were choking.

Angeal’s hand gripping the back of Sephiroth’s head loosened, his fingers petting through the silver strands as his head hit the edge of the nest and he felt like he would melt right through it. Whatever was happening sucked all of the energy out of him. He went limp as both men began to speak quietly, in turn.

It was all wrong, they said, that Hojo was a monster, that none of that should ever have happened - they were both so sorry they hadn’t known, hadn’t understood that something so awful was the reason he often sequestered himself in his rooms for days after his appointments.

“I will never,” Genesis hissed viciously, arms still wrapped around him and gripping handfuls of Sephiroth’s shirt, “ever, let you go alone again. Never.”

The growl in Angeal’s throat grew even lower, somehow, “I don’t think that’ll be a problem, not if I have something to say about it.”

A laugh, a very small, strange laugh, was huffed into Sephiroth’s throat as Genesis nuzzled against him, “oh, good, I don’t think I can stand up long enough to do something about it just now.”

“You’re still ill,” Sephiroth whispered, unable to so much as raise his head beneath the two men, still confused and curious at once why the sounds they were making were both affecting him so strongly, “you’re burning up, you’re not going anywhere.”

“I’m not sick,” Genesis insisted again, “I’m in heat. Hollander tried to give me some experimental drug he formulated to stop it, it just made it worse.”

“Excuse me,” Angeal said, faintly, rising from his perch on the edge of the bed, “I need to go down to science for a while, I’ll leave the two of you, ah, to it.”

“Do you want me to go?” Sephiroth asked, uncertain that he would be able to move if Genesis wanted him to leave, “aren’t heats… private or something?” He didn’t know much about it, his biology textbooks had never gone into the social aspects of such things save the bits he’d assumed were theoretical about purring and nests - but now knew had some validity.

Genesis hooked his leg over Sephiroth’s hip, turning his face into Sephiroth’s shoulder again, “Don’t you dare,” he said, “I don’t want to be alone.”

Still unable to so much as raise his head, feeling light headed and just.. somehow… light, Sephiroth held Genesis a little more tightly… “I think… I don’t… either.”

Genesis somehow began to purr even harder, “Oh good,” he said, sounding choked again, “I wasn’t going to let you anyway.”

#ffvii #ff7 #sephgen #genseph #whump #writing prompt #referenced medical torture #referenced torture #misunderstandings #abo #alpha/beta/omega dynamics #non traditional a/b/o

[pack-the-pack]

what is a recessive alpha and how is it different from a dominant alpha

I don't know, honestly. I don't use these terms.

To me an Alpha is an Alpha is an Alpha.

Unless it serves narrative purpose within a story, I don't often go to the overly specific and segmented dynamics system route.

Maybe @alpha-zeta-lambda-xi-tau-omega can be more helpful here than me hahaha.

#omegaverse #alpha beta omega #a/b/o #alpha/beta/omega #alpha/beta/omega dynamics #alpha/beta/omega verse #a/b/o verse #pack-the-pack answers #a/b/o au #a/b/o dynamics #non traditional alpha/beta/omega dynamics

[jonathanrook]

i don't know a thing in the world about a/b/o and on one hand that's really annoying bc i have to keep checking what the standard conventions are but on the other hand it's really freeing bc i've given myself permission to just make up whatever i want

#sorry friend our conversations are more or less just for me to judge #if i'm gonna have to tag my final story w “non-traditional alpha/beta/omega dynamics” #and aren't swaying my own plot ideas one way or another #rachel rants #IN MY DEFENSE i'm not letting my lack of colgate knowledge sway me either. is that a defense.

[blackat-t7t]

I'm probably never going to properly write this BobaDin non-traditional omegaverse fic that is basically me (a transmasc person) projecting all kinds of dysphoria onto omega!Boba

But I do have some key scenes written that I think are enough to get the overarching plot across, and definitely enough to get emotional and/or horny over

Should I post what I have now, with a warning that it's not a fully fleshed-out story?

Or would it be better to hold onto it unless/until I finish it, knowing that will probably never happen?

#bobadin #omegaverse #non-traditional alpha/beta/omega dynamics #trans writer #transmasc writer #is boba trans in this fic? sort of! it's fuckin complicated! that's part of what makes it non-traditional! #alpha beta omega #omega boba fett #alpha din djarin #my writing

[liron-ao3]

ONE PLUS ONE MAKES FOUR

Mature / 49k words

When Alec's mate dies eight years after their arranged bonding, the omega is sad but not heartbroken. From now on, his life revolves around his pups Rafe and Max, as he tries his best to guide them through their grief and give them a happy childhood. The children are his whole world. Until a quite magical alpha steps into his life.

Link to ao3

#omega alec lightwood #alpha magnus bane #true mates #non-traditional alpha/beta/omega dynamics #widower alec lightwood #single father alec lightwood #good alpha magnus bane #kid fic #trauma #happily ever after #slow burn #malec #malec fandom #malec fic #malec fanfic #malec fanfiction #shadowhunters #shadowhunters fandom #shadowhunters fic #shadowhunters fanfic #shadowhunters fanfiction #ShadowFamFics

[justasol]

Good boy

Modern au of wolf hybrid Cyno

Cynos ears perched up as some knocked on his door.

He set his phone on the his coffee table and got off from where he was sitting on the coach.

He unconsciously waged his tail as he went to open the door for Alhaitham.

“Hi puppy” Alhaitham said as he kissed the spot between Cynos ears.

“I hate the nickname you know” Cyno lied through his teeth.

His tail wagging behind him, ears pressed back, and his flushed face is enough proof.

“I know” Alhaitham smiled, knowing that Cyno doesn’t really hate it.

After Alhaitham took off his shoes & put his stuff down on the kitchen counter.

Cyno led him to the couch.

“Eager are we?” Alhaitham said teasingly.

“Shut up! I missed you” Cyno pouted as he cuddled into Alhaitham.

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(nsfw heavily implied)

Cynos gasps , his gaw goes slack & his tongue hung out of his mouth as Alhaitham grabs the base of his tail. His hole slick and twitching with anticipation. ”That’s right puppy, good boy.” Alhaitham praised.

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(ABO section)

Cyno grabbed as many of Alhaithams things he could find in his house. Shirts,hoodies, even blankets that smell like him. Cyno very much prefers to be alone during heat or at most cuddle with his boyfriend. He’s grateful that Alhaitham is understanding and even drops off some heavily scented clothes for Cyno. He thinks of himself as lucky for his heats not being so intense.Cyno snuggles comfortably in his bed and turn on his favorite show (probably some crime/investigation show) and happy ate his snacks.

#cytham #haino #genshin impact #genshin impact writing #drabbles #Wolf hybrid Cyno #modern au #soft Alhaitham #mild smut #i mean i guess #alpha/beta/omega verse #kinda??? #alpha/omega #Alpha Alhaitham #Omega Cyno #non-traditional alpha/beta/omega dynamics

[red-bat-arse]

Switch Yourself Part Three

Steddie -Alpha/Beta/Omega

Or, there was an Alpha and an Omega, but by the time they got to know each other they had to do so as an Omega and an Alpha.

Part One/Part Two/Part Three

AO3 Link

This fic is complete on AO3! It's too explicit for me to post in full on tumblr lol.

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In the few weeks since they stopped being idiots Eddie called him every night once he was home from work, and even without seeing him Steve couldn't be happier.

The undivided attention of an Alpha was nice, but the fact the Alpha in question was Eddie made him blather on at Robin every morning like some sort of lovesick kid. During the week with Eddie on the run, Steve had been slammed with a sudden crush on the other man, and at first he'd been caught up in his brain about how an Omega/Omega partnership might work given he had such a strong desire to have kids and be claimed the old fashioned way. He'd put his tentative ideas about it on the back burner after they dragged Eddie out of the upside down, resolving to wait to think about it again until it was certain they'd survive the final battle.

The last few months were torture, trying to hint at the overwhelmed and oblivious new Alpha that he was interested. To be honest, Steve almost gave up after the growling incident. But then Robin pushed him to call Eddie back and just be blunt, telling him Eddie had no clue what he was saying when he kept apologizing for the things Steve took as blatant displays of flirting. She was right, and it only took that one last try.

And Eddie was so fucking sweet, was the thing. Put aside the Alpha instincts -Steve liked them, but they obviously made Eddie a little uncomfortable -now that Eddie knew his feelings were returned, he was trying so hard to make sure there wouldn't be any miscommunication between them again.

The first night he called, he was frank but so earnest -he needed time to talk with Wayne about the implications of the chase Steve wanted, not because he didn't want the same, but precisely because he did. It wouldn't be fair to either of them if he wasn't thorough, and of course Wayne was basically his father, not to mention his main packmate above all others. It was easy to agree, given their respective to-do lists anyway, but also because Steve had brought Robin into the loop from the get-go; Eddie deserved to have his own support too.

Every night since they figured their shit out, though, they talked and talked on the phone about anything that came to mind. And while some things were light hearted and fun, a lot of it ended up being serious -it wouldn't do to tie themselves together only to find out later they'd missed a dealbreaker because they let their instincts do the talking.

Steve knew he didn't have many dealbreakers -and not because he'd 'take whatever he could get', like Tommy and Hargrove used to say to insult him in the halls after November '84. He had the self respect to not compromise on the things he wanted, and although they were few, they covered a lot of ground.

Pups, eventually, was the biggest. He may have mentioned six to Nancy when she asked him -morbidly, but that was the Upside Down for you -where he'd want to be if he lived to thirty, but the exact number didn't matter. He wanted the family he'd spent most of his life secretly pining for, and a pack to raise them in, and he wasn't going to settle for less.

Closely tied to that, he wanted a chase and to exchange bite marks. Neither were traditions in the Harrington family -Richard and his two brothers were all staunchly modern and pragmatic in their ideas on how to raise a family, and more than once Steve had been treated to a dinner table tirade about the 'European foppishness' of any form of Catch and Carry, let alone the 'old fashioned nonsense' of the Trine-style pack. No, the Harringtons were Alpha built and Alpha born, bully for anyone who didn't quite match that expectatioon.

But Steve had seen growing up that his parents didn't exactly have a typical mindset, even in Hawkins, and the idea of a chase had always appealed to him. Course, Claim, Cleave was certainly a lot more of an antiquated style, he knew that, but he couldn't help himself. The fact that by its nature it demanded an extra step, Courting, before anything else, just made it more appealing.

Although, Eddie joked one evening after they talked through some of the finer details, even though one could argue his fumbled flirting counted, he hadn't actually done any of the 'courting' part.

"You'll just have to do it after," Steve said succinctly, liking the way Eddie hiccuped out a surprised giggle. "I'm sure you can get some ideas from all those fantasy books you like."

"By faith and troth, Fair Steven... you reeeeally don't know what you're asking for, sweetheart," Eddie teased in a low, sing-songey voice that Steve found dreadfully attractive. "Gladly wilt I court your favour, beloved. For thou art brave and handsome, strong as an oak, and I shall treasure thee all my days, for ne'er is there a Bearer betwixt here and Chicago town who could capture mine heart as thou hast done with such surety."

Steve swallowed thickly. Yeah, he could compromise on the courting aspect of the process with no issue.

And they both coincided on another major decision -where they wanted to build a life.

Neither Steve nor Eddie were planning to stay in Hawkins long term. Eddie, of course, had always planned to leave as soon as he got his diploma in hand, and while Steve may have thought about sticking around until all the kids were through high school, he'd been thinking it over since Vecna was defeated and now he wasn't so sure. At the least, that would mean another three years just for the main party, but then what about Erica? She'd be a Freshman while Lucas was a Senior, would Steve stay until she graduated as well and still be in Hawkins when he was close to thirty years old?

Eddie told him what he thought of that idea, and it wasn't rosy. So they looped Robin into that conversation, discussed where she was looking to go to school and when, and they started tentatively planning. Steve knew Robin went by the Munson house by herself after that talk to do her self-proclaimed 'packmate duties' and get the ball rolling on the logistics Steve didn't care too much about, and when Eddie said the following day he knew one of Steve's requirements for this to work was to stay as close as possible to Robin, well, he was right.

For now, they were planning to stay in Hawkins until Summer '87 at least, and they'd re-evaluate from there. Given that Robin would likely be starting post-secondary that September, it was a good marker.

Eddie's dealbreakers were more long term. He was going to be serious about his band when they left Hawkins, so he'd need some flexibility in employment wherever they eventually moved, and he wanted to wait until they really settled before trying for pups. He also needed guarantees about communication and, to Steve's surprise, was the one to mention signing a prebon.

"My parents were bonded, mated, whatever, it fucking sucked," he explained shortly when Steve asked why. "They did it when they were high, and didn't register, so later on dear old Dad started saying he'd leave as a threat since Mum wouldn't have anything left to her name if he did. 'Can't prove it's his bite' and all that shit. But he didn't use to be like that, when I was little. So -if I -if I ever have even a chance of changing into that..."

Of course Steve agreed.

All this to lead up to what Steve asked of Eddie originally -a Course to run, a Claim to lay, a Cleave to each other. The Party found out, as if they could've kept it quiet for long, and Claudia and Karen and Sue apparently all chipped in to help rent the den-lodge, and Hopper offered to drive one of their cars over later in the week with Joyce so they didn't have to leave it in the lot the whole time. The kids insisted on joining Robin and Wayne for the first day, milling around the main building and periodically going out to keep an eye. The idea was sort of embarrassing, given what Steve and Eddie would be doing, but also deeply comforting -a pack stayed close during a chase so if there were any second thoughts, there would always be a safe place to retreat to.

The lodgegrounds really were nice, Steve thought as he waited just inside the entrance to the strip of forest they'd be using, sectioned off from similar tracts by wooden fences too far off to even see, the place was so big. Eddie had come here the day before to set the den up, and Steve was already looking forward to it given the early autumn chill that was creeping into the air, swirling around his knees and elbows.

He'd worn running clothes, because this was supposed to be a challenge for Eddie but also because, in the end, he wanted to put himself in something easy to take off. Something he wouldn't mind getting dirty or ripped, and since he didn't actually know where the den was located, he might be in them for awhile as Eddie nipped at his heels to push him one way or the other.

It was a challenge, yes, but an agreed upon one. Steve wanted to have fun with it, too.

A crunch of leaves, and Steve turned, senses sharpening as he caught sight of Eddie up the path; by the main lodge building, Wayne and Robin were standing together and watching. Eddie was thrumming with nervous energy already -his smoke and peppermint scent spiked when he saw Steve as well, and Steve flushed with heat at the smile directed his way.

"Hey Steve," Eddie said through a deep rumble, cheeks turning red as the noises Steve found so endearing immediately started up. This time, though, Eddie didn't cringe or try to wave it off -instead he paused a dozen feet away, still rumbling in his chest, and flexed his hands at his sides. "I, uh, can't smell you with the wind like this, so I'm still lucid."

"Don't hold back on my account," Steve joked. He smiled back at Eddie; the clinic gave him a heat-aid to take last night since he was long overdue and they didn't want to take any chances, and with Eddie clearly on the hair trigger of his rut, it seemed to be working. The rush of warmth from a minute ago wasn't dissipating, was instead collecting at the base of his neck, in his gut, and between his legs. "I don't care if you go feral, Eddie. I want this, I want you, and we've planned it all out. Do you still want to do this?"

Eddie nodded, moving a little closer; after a few paces he stopped again and his eyes dilated. "I do. God, I can't wait to court you properly after this."

"I'm looking forward to that too. Being yours, Alpha," Steve started them off, unable to think of anything they needed to talk about that they hadn't done twice over during the past week, the scent of Eddie in the air too appealing. "I want you to catch me and carry me into your den, and claim me. Please, Alpha."

Eddie looked entranced, a little like that first encounter in the hospital, and he came closer. Steve held himself very still when Eddie got within grabbing distance, but he trusted him -they both had the instincts for a chase humming away in the back of their minds, just enough to know what was right and what would call this off.

Eddie was shaking a little as he put his hands ever so lightly on Steve's waist, and Steve lifted his own up to gently cradle Eddie's elbows -it instantly seemed to settle him. He lowered his face to Steve's neck, under his jaw, and took a deep, open-mouthed breath in where his scent would be strong. Steve shivered at the warm air that hit his throat when Eddie exhaled. An unfamiliar throb of heat pulsed in his cunt and he felt slick start to drip out of him, and oh, shit, Eddie was-

"Run, Omega," Eddie grinned and snapped his teeth just shy of Steve's jugular, and Steve obeyed.

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The rest is on AO3 due to being pure filth! Link at the top!

I don't do tag lists!

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #alpha beta omega dynamics #fanfic #stranger things #omegaverse #trans stuff #non traditional omegaverse

[tokkiheart-writes]

I Wanna Teach You How Forever Feels

Summary

In a universe where Oh Seung Moo’s famous thriller webtoon W is also an omegaverse story, his main character Kang Cheol is a Beta who is hiding the fact that he is by using scent blockers so as to appear like an alpha to the general public.

When the author’s daughter, Oh Yeon Joo, is pulled into his webtoon by Kang Chul to save him, she discovers gradual changes occurring to her the more she interacts with Kang Cheol and becomes the lead female.

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In other words: An AU re-imagining of the show with A/B/O elements which results in a massive overhaul (honestly, the story may end up almost unrecognizable, who’s to say?)

I only have 14 followers on AO3 and 3 here on Tumblr and I’m probably going to lose them all because of this lol

Anyway, sorry for bringing this into creation, my brain wanted to write my first A/B/O fic and wanted to make one for W: Two Worlds.

Not that it had a choice, this is the only fandom I write for lol

#i’m trying to make this soft and fluffy af #kang chul/oh yeon joo #w two worlds #w two worlds apart #w: two worlds #alpha/beta/omega dynamics #non traditional omegaverse #omegaverse #beta/omega #Beta Kang Chul #Omega Oh Yeon Joo #fluff and angst #fluff and romance #fluff and humor #fluff and smut #maybe smut #i dont know #soulmate identifying marks #soulbond #fated mates #mating cycles/in heat #mating bites #mating bond #my best friend told me every fandom has at least one A/B/O fic #so this is a rite of passage for a fandom - right? #romantic fluff #someone isn’t the designation they think they are #but I’m not telling who ;3c

[hellyeahcheer]

Okay,

I can't write it because I cant write A/B/O, but I have a hellcheer idea...... Writers?

Premise is dis:

A/B/O, but it’s really rare to be an alpha or an omega. Most were run out of the south back in the 40's - 70s. Any A/Os were scented and ostracised. This is the main root of Chrissy’s mother’s hatred towards her, believing her to be ‘cursed’ and ‘dirty’. So Chrissy has no idea she's an omega, but her mother and Jason have both suspected it. They have decided to explain everything after marriage, but keep her on strong suppressants, which are now illegal after a new law is past due to the fact that they're highly toxic, even life threatening.

Chrissy stops taking her suppressants, unbeknownst to Jason and her mother, because they’re making her feel extremely sick and depressed.

Meanwhile, Eddie is a closeted Alpha. His uncle never even speaks of it. No one has any suspicions because he's on strong suppressants (the main reason he became a dealer- reefer rick offered to give the high quality suppressants to him for free if he worked for him)

After Chrissy's suppressants seem to cease working, Jason goes to Eddie to buy more. He gives them to him in his trailer.

That night, Chrissy is extra clingy with Jason on their date at the diner, liking the scent he brought back with him from Eddie’s trailer. This sends Jason into a rage, but he can’t tell her why. 

Eddie had followed him to see who the suppressants were for- seeing him out on a date with Chrissy. He had no idea Chrissy was an omega, but their scent before heat is subtle, and the dose of suppressants were high, but are now- he's noticing- wearing off.

Eddie and Jason have a stand off in the diner, Jason wrestling him outside to tell him Chrissy decided to buy them, but didn’t feel safe buying from Eddie.

So Eddie leaves them to their date and goes home.

Chrissy finds Eddie the next day to see what happened between him and Jason. Eddie tells Chrissy everything. He tells her what Jason bought. He tells her she's an omega. He tells her the 'vitamins' she's taking are going to kill her. But he warns her not to stop taking them cold-turkey.

Coming off the suppressants cold-turkey (depending on how long you've taken them for) makes someone (borderline) insane. It completely messes with their hormones and coming off them makes someone extremely hormonal, emotional, and can even make them ill enough to be hospitalised. Two days after Chrissy stops taking them, she turns up to the hideout in her pyjamas in a 'euphoric episode' to see Eddie. She starts her heat with Eddie (without knowing he's an alpha)

Eddie still has to hide from Chrissy that he's an alpha, he doesn't want to make her feel scared, but at the same time she needs medical intervention. She's been on suppressants since she was thirteen, so the coming off is dangerous for her. Any time Eddie offers to take her to a hospital, she's forbidden him from telling anyone.

I'm not sure how it ends, but the whole time he's helping her (and slowly dying inside because being around her is torture) he doesn't tell her the truth until the end.

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Dynamic Descriptions

The secondary sex categories or dynamics are Alpha, Beta, Omega, Beta-Alphas or Zetas, and Beta-Omegas or Thetas. A/N: I picked those particular Greek letters because I wanted all the Beta mixed dynamics to rhyme with Beta.

Alpha

Alphas are the instinctual protectors. They are typically willing to put themselves into harm's way to ensure everyone is safe, however, they will only engage in a physical fight if provoked or an unknown person gets too close to their mate or pack; especially if a mate is pregnant.

They have the longest canine teeth of all the dynamics, but they aren't very sharp. It takes intentional force behind a bite to puncture skin so Alphas bare their teeth as a warning more than a threat. The most common kind of fight is over a potential mate, and this is often the only time an Alpha's nails will protract into claws as their instincts are at the forefront of their mind instead of rational thoughts.

Their protective instincts also drive them to want to provide a suitable, comfortable place to live for their pack and mate(s). Alphas will take their time searching for just the right home that is well located to be protected from others as much as possible or will mark their territory to keep strangers away (deliveries have to be left in a lock box at the edge of the property, like a mail dropbox). Some Alpha's will even build or have a house built for their pack or make various improvements to their homes to make it perfect.

Alphas are the most fertile dynamic when impregnating someone.

Female Alphas have Ambigenitalia, both sets of primary sex reproductive organs, and can therefore impregnate others and be impregnated. They have a clitoral penis or a clitoris that when aroused elongates, fills out in diameter and has a knot structure at the bottom. When not aroused, it shrinks to between 6.5 and 12 cm or 2.56-4.72 in, staying outside the body as an enlarged clitoris. Their testicles are internal for most people but some do have theirs drop.

Female Alphas don't ovulate very frequently (typically every seventy-five days) and they're fertile for fewer days then other dynamics, which makes getting pregnant harder unless they get a fertility boost. They also experience some complications with childbirth as they normally have narrower hips than Betas, making them prefer cesarean sections over vaginal birth as they have become more widely available. Due to their body's restrictions, they more often than not only get pregnant with one pup at a time, which works out as their milk supply is below average so some parents could struggle to feed even one pup at times.

Alphas have an Alpha Voice, but they only have access to it while they have at least one mate bond, have several packmates (three or more) or a pup as it only works on closely bonded people or to specifically push dangerous people away from the pack.

Beta

Betas are the balancers, stable workers and main providers. They have the most sensitive noses which allows them to sense shifts in mood and pheromone/hormone levels in those around them. It can also affect them negatively if the space they are in is particularly smelly. Betas can mildly to moderately influence the moods of others, even strangers, depending on their own control of their pheromones. This ability can improve with practice, but typically, the more people in the space the harder it is to influence everyone to the same degree, unless the person is exceptionally good at controlling their pheromones. When bonded they have even more influence over their mate and/or packmates without practice as there is a higher level of trust in the relationship. But whether there is a close bond or not, the influence is short lived, lasting at most five minutes as it is for peacekeeping or to help keep someone calm.

Betas with excellent to exceptional control of their pheromones are capable of producing a nullifying pheromone that can cancel out any other it comes in contact with, basically resetting a space as long as no one else is putting out more pheromones. This is another balancing tool or it can be used to help someone going into heat make a quick escape. This nullifying pheromone, if used correctly, can be turned into a pheromone/hormone combo that can break down the chemical connections that create bonds; something that is completely unique to Betas.

Betas can also absorb pheromones and hormones, which allows them to help to hold off a rut/heat cycle for a few hours; fully stop a cycle that is just starting or end one early; when bonded, some Betas can absorb enough to stop a cycle at any stage. Absorbing has a rebound effect and will push Betas into either a rut or heat cycle of their own some time later. Which cycle and how long it lasts depends on their own biology, what dynamic their mate is (if they have one) and the strength of the pheromones and hormones absorbed. So a Beta who absorbed heat pheromones and hormones from an Omega that were of a moderate strength (someone who wasn't in full blown heat yet) could be pushed into their own heat a day later. This heat could last approximately 1.5-2 days long. Whereas a mated Beta doing the same thing would probably be pushed into a rut cycle for 1-2 days. The ability to absorb pheromones and hormones starts to fade as they reach fecundopause or the end of their fertility. Post fecundopausal Betas no longer have access to this skill.

When sexually satisfied, a Beta's pheromones can boost the fertility of everyone in the immediate area during rut/heat cycles. The effect can become more potent when mated or with control so contraceptives may be needed. Control can also turn this effect down, but there will always be a mild boost, even for the most disciplined. Outside of these increases and a rebound cycle, Betas are normally only as fertile as a regular human would be.

They have the shortest and bluntest canine teeth of all the dynamics, but they're still sharp enough to initiate a bond when enough force is applied.

Betas have elite level stamina. They are the main workforce as they don't have regular heat and rut cycles to throw them off their everyday activities. Having the levels of energy they do allows them to look after everyone else while also being able to do all the work left over during other people's cycles without it being too tiring.

Omega

Omegas are the instinctual nurturers. They nurture bonds, keeping the connections between everyone in the pack healthy and flourishing. They also tend to gravitate towards nurturing children, pets, plants or even all of these at once.

Omegas are the most fertile dynamic when being impregnated. They are prone to carrying more than one pup at a time in each pregnancy, most often twins (identical or fraternal) but larger numbers are not uncommon (around a 25-30% chance of more than twins). Male Omegas are able to do this as they are Bigenitalic or have Ambigenitalia. They also grow more mammary tissue during the pregnancy in order to breastfeed; for most, the tissue will reabsorb into the body after breastfeeding stops and the hormone levels lower, returning to their previous size, but some retain around an A cup of tissue that may or may not increase in size with subsequent births. Both Male and Female Omegas are above average producers of breast milk, helping their multiples survive past infancy.

Male Omega's Bigenitalia means they have a working male reproductive system, but their sperm count is low, even in heat, so impregnating someone else takes work unless they have an outside help with their fertility.

They have the second longest canine teeth after Alphas and they're also the sharpest.

Omegas gain Omega Voice after presenting. Omega Voice is most powerful in situations where an Omega feels that they are in danger of some kind as they would most likely be able to talk their way out of it, however it must be genuine danger and not a threat that is a means to get someone to use their ability. When threatened, an Omega's most useful tools are their teeth, Omega Voice and their claws which will protract if they need to defend themselves. Omega Voice is also useful for calming down unruly pups or overwhelmed packmates: blood related or pack bonded members of a household, community or compound.

Zeta

Zetas are the midpoint between Alphas and Betas. They and their Theta counterparts have the second most sensitive noses after Betas. Zetas have a mild to moderate ability to influence the mood of their packmates, pups and mate(s) with their pheromones, but no ability to influence strangers. This can of course get stronger with practice and control. The closer the bond, the stronger their ability is without refinement, but the easier it is to mess up more complex mood changes. For example, if someone is feeling angry it's relatively easy to pivot to neutral or calm as they're not directly opposing emotions, but more skill is required to push all the way to happiness and not just make the person madder.

Zetas, similar to Betas, can influence the fertility of others in cycle just by using their pheromones. Their ability, however, works at will and only with practice so there is less of a chance of accidental pregnancy, but on the other hand, if a Zeta can't control it they can't give anyone a boost.

Unlike Betas, Zetas specifically can extend someone's heat cycle by producing rut hormones and pheromones out of their own cycle to keep the heat going. This only works on those who are mated, two or more unmated people or between packmates to a lesser extent. Doing this out of cycle will push them into a mini rut, usually for the duration of the time they're helping the person(s) out. Extending a heat has the benefit of making sure mate bonds are in place and healthy for multi-person bonds and ensuring one or more pregnancies.

Their canine teeth are longer than a Betas but just as blunt, so they also can still initiate a bond.

Zetas are in the middle of the dynamics when it comes to fertility as they produce less sperm than Alphas, but more than Betas. This is true even in rut cycles for all primary sexes.

Female Zetas have Ambigenitalia and can both impregnate others and be impregnated. Female Zetas ovulate more frequently than Female Alphas (about every fifty days) and their hips are typically more in line with a Female Beta's, so they are more likely than Alphas to successfully carry a pregnancy. However, they still frequently only get pregnant with one pup at a time; in very rare instances they might have a twin pregnancy, but no more than two pups at a time. One of the reasons is they are slightly below average producers of breast milk, so multiple pups would have a hard time surviving without outside help.

Theta

Thetas are the midpoint between Omegas and Betas. They, like their Zeta peers, have a mild to moderate ability to influence the mood of their packmates, pups and mate(s), but no ability to influence strangers. They can also influence the fertility of others in cycle at will. Thetas can do the opposite of Zetas and extend someone's rut cycle.

Their canine teeth are longer than a Betas but are almost as sharp as an Omegas.

Thetas are also around the middle when it comes to fertility as they're more fertile than Betas, but less than Omegas.

Male Thetas have partial Bigenitalism as they do not have a vulva, but they do have everything else from both sets of reproductive organs. The uterus is still connected to a cervix and a canal, but the canal is connected to the anus and is separated by a wall. The wall is the Epivagina, which keeps the reproductive organs and waste separated by moving to cover the rectum for access to the vagina when aroused which also closes that half of the anal sphincter. Male Thetas and Omegas also have an internal clitoris just inside the vagina.

Both Male and Female Thetas have about a fifty-fifty chance at having one pup at a time or a random number of multiples, but usually no more than four as their hips aren't as wide as an Omegas. They can also be over-producers of breast milk making them the biggest suppliers of all of the dynamics. It depends on how many babies they have to feed and how many other babies they're around if their bodies will go into overdrive. Thetas are generally known to be rather generous with their oversupply of milk as they have enough to go around, maybe even to store some for later. This has earned them the title of "Wet-nurse" and anyone with a newborn, especially multiples, is all too happy to pay a Theta for their milk or court one for their pack as the mammary glands can be stimulated or encouraged to grow outside of pregnancy if needed.

Dictionary

Fecundopause - end of fertility.

Fecund - Highly fertile; able to produce offspring.

Pause - A temporary stop or rest; an intermission of action; interruption; suspension; cessation.

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