#A/B/O Idea

[something-kool]

Okay but like I just had an idea for the A/B/O and Hybrid universe that people could use in their stories. (Idk if this has been thought of before as I'm new to the community). Idea summary at bottom.

Music blasted from almost every surface in the house, bodies pushed against each other, pheromones overwhelmed the air, hips to hips, lips to lips. It was a beautiful concoction for any unmated hybrid.

Alex yelped as a hand brushed against his tail and he snipped at the other man only to realize he was already gone. He inwardly groans, god why did he decide to come to this stupid fucking party? Because his friends said he needed to find someone or because he needed fun? He couldn't remember and it didn't fucking help that every young adult horny Alpha and Omega was at this party.

Alex's ears perked up at cheers, laughs and stomping feet. He round a corner and his mouth dropped.

"Hah! Come on baby show me what you got!"

"Roll those hips, good boy!"

"Yeahhh! Move that body!"

A tall man danced atop a table hands running up his own body as a gathering of Omegas and Alphas crowded at his feet shouting cheers. His shirt was off and he wore only a pair of pants covered in chains and heavy boots. His feet thumped against the table as he danced. Rolling his hips, cupping his crotch, smirking down at the group at his feet. Big pearly white canine sticking out like there were made to sink into flesh. He spins and brushes his bushy tails against eager noses and hands, some more daring onlookers reaching out to brush their hands against his legs.

But the main star of the attraction was neon paints of red, orange and yellow drawn on his body like a peacock. Orange swirls coiled around his olive skin and toned muscles, flecks of red dotted his skin like beautiful blood, streaks of yellow smeared across his chest and back like scratch marks and there was fake painted bites all along his body.

His body moved along with the music in a display of pure sexual appeal.

Alex. He'd never seen anything so fucking sexy in his life.

"Oh. You got your eye on Maalik?" A women smirks next to Alex and nudges his shoulder and he nearly shits himself.

"Uh- Y-yeah. Guess so. Is... that his name?" He trails off glancing back at aphroditic that was named Maalik before glancing back at the woman. She was also decorated in those stunning neon paints, albeit much less than Maalik.

"Pfft. You didn't even know his name?" The woman laughs. "Oh god you are even worse off then I thought."

He pouts. "The hell does that mean?"

The woman rolls her eyes and leads him to a more quiet area of the party. "I mean that you aren't gonna get no ones attention lookin' like that." She vaguely flings a hand over his body before busying herself in a gym bag.

"Again. What the fuck does that mean?" He hisses back tail lashing back and forth just slightly in annoyance.

The woman groans standing upright again and crossing her arms. "Means you aren't painted." She states pointing at his covered chest. "Which means you lookin' like you're mated."

"Painted?" Alex Glances back at Maalik before his gaze moves down to the people below him all of which were painted in neon paints. A dance of different colours and patterns interictally made to seduce. "Uh- wait but I'm not mated. That's like half the reason I'm here. To meet someone."

The woman snorts.

He frowns.

"Alright since you seem to be so clueless I'll give you a quick lesson." She sighs, clearly not happy about having to teach him shit. "Parties like this are to meet people, yes? But since so many people come in fashion and pheromones all blur into one so people started coming up with better ways to garner attention-" She reaches into her bag and pulls out a bright purple container- "like body paint."

"Like male birds."

"Like male birds" She smirks and puts the paint up to his cheek. "Oooh this one is so your colour," She murmurs before going back to ransacking the gym bag which is presumably filled with even more paints. "Anyway. Anyone unmated and looking for a partner or just a good time paints themselves in anyway they like, colours of their choosing and different patterns to attract attention and whatnot."

"Oh." He bites his lip and looks around the room. He had to admit it looked fun, putting their bodies on display without a care in the world, attracting crowds with dancing and cheering.

The woman grabs out a few more containers and smirks. "Half body is only $25 and comes with three different colours."

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In summary: large parties are thrown for young adults unmated hybrids. A popular way to garner attention during these parties and show off you are unmated is neon body paint. The paint is made to be sexual e.g curling around muscles, wrapping around the neck or wrists, fake scratches and bite marks, tracing veins, everything and anything. It's usually common for the hybrids wearing this to be half naked in someway (Obviously still with in the law).

[brillianthijinx]

No Way Home fic idea - After Dr. Strange’s spell works, everyone forgets Peter Parker… including his mate.

[ionomycin]

ligament

[beta-adjacent]

Baby fever is sooooooo omegaverse coded. What do you mean some people just Have this fervent spontaneous desire to raise a family what? You really need a baby inside of you? And that will bring you joy? I’ve been thinking for months (9 actually /j)

[frownyalfred]

Since we have mentioned omegaverse, i once saw this fic where Clark is the only omega on the Justice League and i was like: "What if it was our pathetic wet cat Hal though?"

Like the suit just blocks his ability to smell scents of the others while also blocking his scent, and he also takes those meds to hide his scent anyways. So just imagine this pathetic cat trying to act or look like an alpha and either failing miserably or it being 50/50

Actually no I love this, I need to share my headcanon I forgot about: Bruce immediately clocks Hal Jordan as an omega playing at being an alpha for the League and Oa. The problem is Hal’s act is flawless, the ring hides his scent, no one doubts him.

But Batman does. And why does Batman know what he is instantly? Because he’s an omega playing at alpha too. And game recognizes game. Good game recognizes good game. They’re both pros at fooling the alphas but not each other.

Cue platonic batlantern or harem JL a/b/o where Bruce and Hal always disappear together for heats and instinct hiccups and cover for each other. After some well deserved sniping at their fellow omega of course.

[foodtruckery]

so. tbh. i don't really go for a lot of a/b/o stuff (it's fine! it's just not usually my go-to and i'm particular). and i haven't seen a lot for it around these parts, either. but.

i've recently started haunting myself with the thought of late bloomer omega stan. like ford presenting in his teens as an alpha but stan not presenting at all. and eventually everyone just assuming he's a beta because of it.

until sometime after weirdmageddon, when they're stuck on a small boat together in the middle of the ocean, and stan goes into heat because he stopped taking whatever drug cocktail he's been hiding that under for the last 50 years. and stan's surprised becaused because, on top of not having a cycle for fuck knows how long, he didn't think that could even still happen at this age, or he might have planned out a longer tail of drugs.

ford, on the other hand, is completely blindsided because what do you mean his beta brother is going into heat??? but stan is going out of his mind, so it's not like he can get a straight answer out of him, and you know. small boat. one cabin. what else is he supposed to do but help?

while obsessing over the idea of who else may have been "helping" stan over the years, cause he's a freak like that concerned for his brother.

[livesindelusionland]

omega Steve who knows that when he reaches 21 his parents are essentially going to send him off to whichever alpha they know who bids the highest because apparently that's the only use they have for an omega son and after everything he's been through Steve can't sit there and let it happen but if he actively does something before 21 Steve could be sued or something, he's not sure exactly but he knows he can't just walk up to an alpha and have them bite him so he can get out of this so he and Robin come up with a plan one day (Steve will admit that neither of them were thinking straight, it was that time of night where everything either seems incredibly funny or extremely smart and if Steve hadn't been so desperate then in the light of day he'd have probably laughed it off but he was ready to try anything at that point)

its a stupid, stupid plan but they're pretty sure its gonna work and Steve is fine with it because he wants a baby and yeah the plan is to get pregnant, nobody that his parents know will want to take on an omega that already has a kid or is pregnant outside of a mating and Steve will just have to hide it from his parents until he's 21 which shouldn't be hard because they're never around anyway

where he and Robin disagree is how he's gonna get pregnant because Steve is determined to ask Eddie to do it and Robin thinks he's insane because Steve is half in love with the alpha already and asking him to be the father of his child is probably a bad idea but Steve won't pick anybody else and when he explains it all to Eddie he tells him that if Steve can choose who the other half of his baby is gonna be he's gonna pick Eddie any day because Eddie is sweet and brave and he makes Steve laugh and to anybody else that would probably be a confession but Eddie is sure Steve can't mean it like that but he agrees anyway because he's also ass over tits for Steve and Eddie wants kids too but who's gonna love him now after the whole murder accusations and his bat scars (Steve doesn't care about any of that but they're both dumb) so after thinking about it Eddie agrees to help get Steve pregnant

they jump into fucking raw immediately, which is another big sign that they actually like each other as more than friends but they insist they're just two friends helping each other and Robin is somewhere in the back with her head in her hands but she's said her piece and Steve didn't listen so she's going to wait in the wings and pick up the pieces when he needs her, Steve panics when he doesn't get pregnant after that first heat they share but both Eddie and Robin reassure him that it can take time which is why he started so far ahead of his 21st and Steve and Eddie continue to hang out and have sex even after his second heat they share which they think did the job and then once Steve finds out he's pregnant they still keep having sex and hanging out and they're both dying inside but don't want to stop

Steve uses scent patches when his parents are around and effectively covers up the pregnancy smell and when he starts to show he wears loose clothing and his mother says he looks like a slob but neither of his parents pick up on anything amiss otherwise but on the day of his 21st birthday Steve comes down the stairs to voices in the living room and he knows there's a bunch of alpha's gathered in there under the pretence of a birthday party and he gets a thrill of triumph when he walks in in his tightest shirt and jeans with his 6 month bump proudly on display and he blinks innocently at them all like he doesn't know what he's just unleashed

his parents are fuming and yelling about lawyers and embarrassment, especially when Steve shows off the lack of bite on his neck despite his swollen stomach but Steve packed his bags last night and he walks out to Eddie leaning against his van, waiting for him and casually flicking through a baby book before he opens the door for Steve and they drive away from the cold Harrington house and back towards Eddie's new apartment, courtesy of the US government for Eddie's troubles, and Eddie can't hold it in anymore when he watches Steve march straight through the place to Eddie's bedroom where Steve had absentmindedly set up a nest months ago that Eddie never took down because Steve is around so often its constantly in use, Eddie follows him and kisses Steve gently and tells him he loves him, he's in love with him and Steve has never been happier

they exchange bites a couple of weeks later after they've talked everything through and Robin is amazed at how this has worked out, she knew they liked each other but she thought there would be much more of a disaster before they got to this point, the baby hasn't even been born yet, this is incredible work from them both

a few months later the Harringtons have realised that a pup could actually benefit them, they could use a grandkid to their advantage but they're stopped by Wayne outside Steve's hospital room and nobody knows what he said to them just that the Harringtons never bother the Munsons again, going as far as moving out of town completely and even when more grandkids come along they remain silent and Steve is eternally grateful that the completely stupid plan he and Robin cooked up actually worked out even if he has to endure a lifetime of piss taking from Dustin and Erica

[egophiliac]

I can't believe the next Sentai is about FAMILY

this is the fast and furious/speed racer crossover we never knew we needed. do you think their wheels spin? I hope their wheels spin.

[blueparadis]

content warning: omegaverse world building. a / b /o pairing & dynamics. discussion of certain tropes, themes & plot features.

PAIRING: beta who hates being a beta & hates the other kinds too x alpha who hates betas.

→ tropes & themes: forced proximity, rivals / enemies to fwb / lovers, angst, whump, (un)requited love. // no scenting & marking but both could be used in a different way.

TRAITS of beta who hates being a beta & hates the other kinds too

why do they hate being a beta? Well, both parents could have alpha genes and parents expected an alpha or an omega but ended up with a beta child so self-hate & hate to other kinds is highly probable

any traumatic experience. betas do not have defensive features like alphas or omegas so they are always on edge and high alert to protect themselves from any danger.

TRAITS of alpha who hates betas

why do they hate beats? they are betas. betas have always been looked down upon. they do not have the ways and means like omegas to help, to tend to alphas. Besides, betas have always been looked down upon since ages so it's plausible enough that the hate comes from rumours, superstitions & stories.

fic based on this dynamic!

PAIRING: an omega ( who hates being an omega ) x alpha

→ tropes & themes: strangers/friends/co-workers/to lovers,slow burn, angst, found family ( if possible ), work culture of abo.

TRAITS of an omega ( who hates being an omega )

the omega hates their heat cycles because of the urge to mate but has to satisfy themselves with sex toys. But most of the time hate doing that so they often end up panic nesting, trying to pick up a new hobby, or making a new habit to let the heat out of their body.

hates kids even though their scent is attractive and soothing since they grew up with their siblings and cousins.

hates any kind of sex talk because most people are content & confident. meanwhile, our omega is having a hard time controlling their emotions, instincts, and urges even though the age of expression is long gone.

why do they hate being an omega? Several factors are possible so you are free to explore this part but in case you need to shuffle ideas, here are some.

–a traumatic experience in childhood/adulthood.

– both parents are alphas so they don't understand why their child is an omega. So, either they express the hate openly or even after trying to hide for so long the parents start blaming each other

– always wanted to an alpha, the popular and respected one in the society not the hunted and desired one.

ALPHA

“Who did this to you?” trope so you can actually have a fair chance of writing a proper backstory for the omega rather than info dumping.

alpha comes from a semi-rich family so the omega can at least empathize with the alpha in terms of finding a job and work life.

dividers by cafekitsune. you can use it for ficspo. I'd be happy to read so tag me if you are comfortable with it. I will probably write on them or I might not but if I do I'll post here or on ao3. i have two more pairings to explore like this. don't hesitate to send asks if ya'll have any questions or queries :)

[ruleroftheimps]

Okay, fuck it, I gave into the temptation, and I am typing out this idea.

Radiostatic with A/B/O dynamics. Alpha Alastor, Omega Vox, it's mostly about taking care of the other and protecting them so platonic bonds are totally possible. Vox's Omega status is actually pretty well known, and has been ever since he became an Overlord.

In the past, Vox and Alastor were best friends, and maaaaybe a bit more around the 1970s. They were basically inseparable, and the main reason nobody bugged Vox about his status, was, well... who's going to bug the Radio Demon's friend about anything?

Vox is used to feeling oppressed by whatever mate he picks because of his status, and basically decided that, even if he has a mate, he never wants to be marked and have the ability to use suppressants/change mates/etc taken away from him, even though he's pretty much set on never leaving Alastor. Seriously, Alastor cannot escape him if he wanted to. Alastor respects this HUGELY, especially because Vox's reaction to finding out Alastor doesn't like sex was basically just 'Oh, okay. What's for dinner?' So, they're happy in their relationship, whatever it is.

That is, until a newly fallen sinner gets a bit too arrogant while Vox is drinking at a bar and tries to forcibly mark him. Unsurprisingly, they get zapped, but Vox is still shaken. Especially when the fact that if he ever does get overpowered and claimed, that could affect the power in Hell is brought up at the Overlord meeting literally the next day.

So, influenced heavily by waaaay too much alcohol, he decides to ask Alastor, his trusted partner and closest friend in Hell to mark him. Just so, that way, he can't be claimed by anybody else forcibly. And besides, he's never going to leave Alastor, they'll always be a dynamic duo, so it'll work out just fine!

...right?

[born-to-riot]

Idk if this counts as a Drabble but basically it starts as me theorizing an event in Prythian and then turns into ‘what if Azris’

WC: 3,325

(TW: A/B/O, loosely nsfw, talks of breeding, male omegas have cocklets and boypussies).

Okay but hear me out.

I want a Prythian mating run

Make it A/B/O (along with their regular magic powers) (however maybe there’s some traditional powder that participants are required to take so that it dampens their powers and awakens the alpha/beta/omega inside of them)

It’s primal, the lopers start first. Battling each other to find and make the best den and claim territory for them to bring their runner back to once they catch them.

After a while, they catch the scents of the runners filtering throughout the forest. That’s when the game truly begins.

the runners don’t make it easy (usually betas and omegas)

(What’s point of making it easy when you’re strong and want to make the alpha/beta prove they are worthy and can breed you full of strong pups)

(Any second gender is allowed to sign up in any position: runner or loper)

(For example, just last season the alpha prince of Adriata, Varian, shocked Prythian when rumors spread that he signed up to be a runner. The shock multiplied when it was rumored that he was caught by the scariest and tiniest alpha of Prythian, Amren of the Night Court. Legend has it the two came out four days after the mating run covered in blood and scratches but are now inseparable).

It’s all about scent.

Only unmated faes can participate. Think of the occasion like an annual festival to see if two halves of a whole can find one another.

Not every pair who comes together will be mates as an actual mating bond is rare to find (also sometimes the pairs aren’t even the most compatible scent-wise be it alpha athleticism, an omega caught in a trap, or just the luck of the catch) but usually by the time an loper catches an runner, both of their pheromones have their instincts roaring.

But if you are mates or just are the most compatible for one another… oh the mother will let you know. There will be some other force pushing the runner to go faster, there is something that pushes the loper to be more violent about ridding the runner’s trail of other lopers running after the same scent. The closer they get to one another the wetter the omegas cunt gets the heavier an alphas cock, even betas will adjust accordingly depending on whether they are a runner or a loper.

Azris below the cut

Now let’s say Eris enters the race this year as a runner. Years prior he’s been forced by his father to sign up as a loper despite the fact that he’s technecially an omega, which is fine (but dangerous- some fellow lopers would get distracted by his scent and try to go after him. While he always fought them off he can’t deny the inner thrill of the chase) and Some years he’s caught good scents and has even followed some of them, hunted them. Usually though, his interest would fade and he would just return to his den and hang out in his nest until the event was over.

Not this year, this year, instead of just going to the Autumn run, Eris heard a rumor that a certain Shadowsinger would finally be participating in an intercourt run. He hated himself for being weak to the temptation but ever since he felt the other’s scarred hands around his neck Eris’ inner omega can’t fight the fantasy of being knotted by the Illyrian.

Eris doesn’t tell his father that he’s signing up as a runner, of course. He just lets the man know that he is going to try his luck with a wider pool of runners to choose from- which Beron accepted.

There is a gathering before the run, this is where runners and lopers can mingle and familiarize each other with scents that intrigue them. Legend has it that it is at one of these minglings where Thesan and his lover first made contact. Eris goes to this meeting and tries to mingle. He talks to many handsome and beautiful lopers, but he doesn’t feel his cocklet twitch until he makes eye contact with Azriel, who is staring at him from across the room, over the head of the third archeron sister. Elain.

Shit. Eris can’t believe he let himself forget about the newest object of Azriel’s affections. He can’t believe he even allowed himself to hope for just a minute that the Shadowsinger might return his interest. He can’t believe he let himself think that he smelt the other’s cedar infused arousal back when he whispered in his ear at the High Lord’s meeting.

Eris quickly sidesteps so that he’s out of view of the Shadowsinger but he can’t rid himself of the memory of his hazel eyes. Maybe his father was right, he should never be a runner because omegas let their thoughts get clouded by their cunts.

Eris knows he should leave the gathering before Azriel could have the opportunity to spread the word to whatever other members of the Inner Circle that are present. But his inner omega is waging war against him. Give him your scent. We are the most worthy omega in here. Eris isn’t so sure if he agrees with that, but he’s come this far and defied his father by opening up the possibility for a son of Autumn to be caught and bred. He supposes it won’t hurt to give the alpha a reminder of the scent he should be hunting.

So Eris moves, head held high. He walks around the edges of the room, dodging wanting alphas who approach him. He stops once he’s two meters away from the present members of the Night Court Inner Circle, facing the back of Azriel’s wings that separate him from the two ladies in front of him—Mor and Elain. The two female fae are chatting with one another and Azriel is clearly focused on analyzing the room around him— at least Eris assumes so based on the slight movements of the black haired man’s head.

Shining gold twinkles at the corner of Eris’ eye and grabs his attention. He spies a tall spring court alpha adorned in gold jewelry. The male is not Tamlin but he sure is beautiful, Eris can’t help but think. He sees the golden male approaching his direction at the same time Eris recognizes a semi-familiar shadow flitting by him. He has an idea.

Eris waits as the golden alpha comes closer and closer and he makes note that the shadow that was passing by has stilled and attempted to blend in with the natural darkness of the wall nearest to him. Eris feels a smirk form on his face as he thinks about the fact that the Shadowsinger has no idea that Eris knows each and every time the male is watching him.

Finally, the golden alpha gets close enough and Eris purposefully angles himself so that the other will ‘accidentally’ knock into him. The plan goes accordingly and soon Eris is letting out a pointed gasp as the Spring Court Alpha catches him by the waist with an apology. Eris laughs then, purposefully emitting his toasted maple and almond scent as if he was truly embarrassed. Eris waves the golden alpha away, smiling as if he wasn’t disgusted by his musk of freshly cut grass, and calmly readjusts his blazer before walking towards the exit of the gathering. It’s not until after he takes two steps out of the door that he hears footsteps behind him and sees a shadow in front of him that mimics the lines of the familiar pair of wings that never seem to escape his mind.

“Why hello Azriel,” Eris says, pausing his movements, listening as the footsteps get louder as the Shadowsinger approaches him from behind. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“I think I should be saying that to you,” Eris can’t help but bite back a keen as he smells the other’s cedar aura. Azriel grabs him by the waist—his hand covering the exact same spot where the Spring Court alpha had held Eris earlier— and turns him around to face him. Eris is proud of himself for maintaining an unimpressed expression on his face as he feels his cunt clench around nothing.

Eris tries not to show how much Azriel affects him, he tries not to cry as the Shadowsinger releases him and puts his hands back in his pockets. He tries to convince himself that he isn’t desperate for this alpha to chase him tomorrow, to accept his challenge, to want him.

“Are you a runner or a loper?” Azriel asks, surprising Eris as the Autumn Court male was expecting some sort of snarky comment that is typical of a member of the Night Court when it comes to him.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Eris smirks in a manner that he knows irritates the other, hoping for Azriel to let out more of his scent.

“I’ve heard you usually spend your mating run in Autumn as a loper… that you haven’t…” Azriel trails off, his scent growing stronger as he completes the sentence internally. Eris takes a step closer to Azriel.

“That I haven’t taken anyone back to my nest? That I haven’t been bred yet?” He asks, “What is it Azriel, what have you heard?”

What do you want, alpha? Eris shushes his inner omega.

“I’ve heard you’ve chased hundreds of runners but none of them have satisfied you enough to finish the chase.”

Eris spies Azriel gulp and his wings twitch as he says so.

“What you’ve heard is true,” Eris admits and shivers as he senses Azriel’s cedar musk grow stronger. He feels his own inner omega screaming inside of him, begging him to let out his own maple and almond in response. He feels heat pooling in his stomach and he knows he needs to exit this conversation soon before his inner omega takes over completely.

“Are you running?” Azriel asks, stepping even closer to Eris. Eris glares at him, hating that Azriel’s curiosity is feeding into his inner hope that the male might be interested in him.

“Maybe, not that it should matter to you with the remaining Archeron sister in the mix,” Eris crosses his arms over his chest.

“It doesn’t matter to me, I just want to know,” Azriel insists. Eris rolls his eyes. Liar.

“Okay Shadowsinger, whatever you say,” Eris nods at the other and starts to walk off towards his tent, trying not to get his hopes up.

“Eris, wait!” Azriel calls out to him, causing Eris to pause.

“Yes?” He asks, turning around to face the other who hasn’t moved from has spot.

“I…” Eris feels more heat pool into his core at the growl of frustration that Azriel lets out.

“I fucking hate you, but I need to know,” Azriel sounds a mix of conflicted and determined. That is more than what Eris was expecting so he’ll take a win where he can.

“The only thing I will tell you is…,” Eris starts as he approaches Azriel, figuring this is his best chance to let the other know his intentions. Almost as if the Shadowsinger is in a trance he takes a couple steps forward to meet Eris, bringing the two chest to chest. Eris is taller but Azriel is wider with muscles and his wings.

“Hmm” Azriel hums, prompting him. Eris watches as Azriel removes his hands from his pockets and starts to clench and unclench them.

Tell him, his inner omega encourages. Eris knows this is his only chance to get what he wants. If he were to get caught by another loper, not mate him, and his father finds out Eris knows he will never be allowed to participate in another mating run again unless it’s in Autumn and he is loping.

“I’m tired of being empty, Azriel. I want pups, I want a partner, I’m tired of pretending I’m not interested in you,” Eris ignores how Azriel widens his eyes in surprise and continues before he loses his courage, knowing he would be executed by his father if the man ever found out Eris was so weak to his instincts.

“I know what I smelled in that High Lord’s meeting, your hands were around my throat but your alpha was in your eyes and he was daring me not to disobey. I could smell that you wanted me and I can tell that every time you’ve looked at me since you’ve been thinking about it,” Eris sniffs as he feels a tear coming to his eyes, he knows his dream is impossible but he also owes himself one last chance to see it through.

“Remember my scent, Azriel,” Eris shakily reaches out for one of Azriel’s scared hands and takes it into his own, ignoring how his inner omega screams in delight at the contact. Azriel doesn’t resist as Eris brings the shadowsinger’s wrist up to his neck and rubs it against his scent gland before releasing it. He briefly eyes how Azriel’s wings seem to spread wider around the two of them, almost like he’s trying to block Eris from the sight of anyone who may walk by. Eris refuses to get his hopes up, even as he notes how carefully Azriel brings his now-scented hand back to his side.

“Do know, Azriel, if you decide to try and catch me, I won’t make it easy for you. If you successfully catch me, I’ll try to break loose and force you to catch me again. If you give me no other options but to submit to you, I will never let you go. I don’t give second chances, I can’t afford to,” Eris’ amber eyes stay locked on Azriel’s returning hazel gaze, “I refuse to settle for anything less than what I deserve and do not think I will wait for you if some other alpha proves to be stronger.”

Azriel alpha lets out a growl at that statement. Eris ignores the surprise that blinks into Azriel’s eyes at his own reaction and he takes a step back so he can communicate his thoughts clearly—he also begs his inner omega to shut the fuck up about how badly Azriel’s alpha clearly wants them, Eris knows that hope only leads to disappointment. However, Eris also knows that he can’t afford to have any regrets here, so he must finish his piece.

“Think about what you want, Azriel. Don’t let your guilt or loyalty influence your decision. I will say this only once: I refuse to be your back-up option, if you come after me, you better want me.”

With that Eris turns around before Azriel can say anything or shift his expression in response to Eris pouring out his soul for the other to see. He quickly walks away, trying to ignore the eyes he can feel boring into his back as he does so.

That night in his tent Eris weighs the merits of following through with running. The mating run is about lopers chasing the most compatible scent. It’s a bloody affair, lopers often fight each other if they sense another alpha on the path to their runner of desire and even once the loper catches a runner any respectful runner will fight back and make them work for it.

The pre gathering is often a time for lopers and runners to first get familiarized with some scents so they can maybe find one they want to chase the next morning. If he is being honest with himself, Eris is a little embarrassed at how much weakness he showed Azriel in admitting he wants the other to consider him. But Eris also is someone who isn’t afraid to go after what he wants and he knows that realistically this is his only chance. Also he knows that Azriel’s family has probably planted doubts in Azriel’s head so Eris needed to make sure the other saw him as a possible mate.

As Eris lays down to sleep that night, he imagines how tomorrow could go if Azriel decides to choose him. The lopers would get up earlier and paint themselves in their chosen ritualistic symbols from their courts and that represent themselves. The runners would all gather behind the lopers as they line up to race into the forest, ready to compete to find and make the best den before the runners begin. Maybe if Eris is lucky, Azriel will give him a sign that he’s made his decision, that he is going to be coming after him. If that’s the case then Eris knows he won’t be able to stop his cunt from releasing juices as he bathes himself in preparation during the dedicated time while the lopers are in the forest and building dens. Eris would wait with the other runners once he was done, strategizing and planning against possible traps and obstacles that will be in his way. He knows he has an advantage as the heir of Autumn, even if the special powder they take dampen his powers, he grew up jumping from tree to tree along with all his siblings. Eris knows his inner omega will be singing and he will happily take a backseat once it’s finally time to run. He trusts his omega to guide him where to go and he trust in his own strength to keep him safe.

Eris knows he smells good, maple and almonds make a lovely mix and he knows his inner omega won’t be able to stop radiating his scent like a beacon. Eris is only interested in one alpha, and the powder doesn’t affect his wings as they are additional limbs. So he knows if Azriel comes for him, he would come from above. Eris imagines hopping from tree to tree staying under the cover of leaves. He imagines being stuck at one point, up high, the next tree too far for him to make the leap and a crowd of drooling alphas waiting for him to fall. He imagines Azriel finally swooping in and growling at them all, taking care of them viscously. Eris knows his cunt would be dripping at the sight but he also knows that he couldn’t watch he’d have to keep moving.

Eris doesn’t know how Azriel would finally catch him but Eris knows that he’d fight with every fiber of his being, he’d want Azriel to prove that he wants him, that he’s willing to do whatever it takes to claim him, that he’s strong enough to father their pups. He knows that his cunt will be throbbing once he finally submits and he hopes Azriel will take a moment to taste him before he flies them to his den.

Eris imagines that Azriel would probably set up his den in a cave on a mountain, higher than other alphas, easy to defend and probably close to a water and food source. He imagines that Azriel would be thoughtful and supply the cave with nesting materials for Eris to use once he brings him there.

Eris doesn’t even want to imagine what comes next as he knows the idea of Azriel breeding him over and over and claiming him will give him too much hope.

Eris falls asleep, oblivious to the shadows that occupy his tent, their master not planning on letting his dream omega slip away from him when he finally has a chance to make him his.

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OKAY so I wasn’t planning to write all of this, it’s kind of just a story I want to happen but I am too lazy to fully write myself.

But any thoughts?

Also lopers don’t have to kill rival lopers but there’s nothing against it if they do… azriel most definitely will eliminate threats.

(Also this is just an idea, if someone were to write something like this I would spread my legs for them especially if they added smut and gore WOOT)

NVM IM GONNA WRITE IT MYSELF MUAHAHHAHAAHA

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Idea anon: A yandere Omega whos a childhood friend. You grow up dealing with this overly affectionate best friend who steals all your clothes, scents you, and constantly talks about how you two are going to get married and have kids. Except, your a beta and also kinda uninterested in the whole "kids" thing, so it just wouldn't work out.

Omega decides "screw that" and starts forcing you to transistion to an Alpha- Drugs, hormones, stimulants, the whole nine yards. You don't even realize it until you wake up to them administering a hormone shot when you had been sleeping. By then, its too late.

Everytime you try to reject them or argue, they just release Horny Omega Pheremones(tm) and not having that lifetime of self restraint that most Alphas do means that your pining them down and fucking until you pass out. It doesn't help that they have more stamina, too, so they can outlast any amount of your rage sex.

They're pregnant by their first heat, and the hormones make them completely insaitiable. You know no peace and have given up by your first rut. Not in love, just kinda hiving up and letting Oemga do whatever.

Bonus if the kids are just as obsessed with you (minus incest, of course.) and you just can't bring yourself to earnestly love them. Crying when they say they love you, horrible at remembering names and birthdays, not giving them affections. You keep them alive, and thats it. All you can see when you look at them is the person who ruined your life.

Wow.

Anon your brain is beautiful.

You should really write this.

[prince-liest]

It's kind of a weird (not sure if good or bad or just neutral!) experience to realize that a lot of the personal headcanons I've written into my own writing have become well-known enough that they're treated as general fanon with a lot of people using them and not realizing that they, like, originated from a specific place rather than just being ambiently popular. Every once in a while I come across a fic where there's an AN that says something to the tune of, "Oh, I saw this popular headcanon that [insert something really specific from 666: Live On Air!] and wanted to[...]" without attributing it to me - or, most likely, even realizing that it came from me!

It's an interesting feeling! I think the times that actually bother me are when it's people that know they got the headcanon directly from me and choose not to credit me (or in one weird instance, credit me, then edit their stuff to bury the credit to be really hard to find for some reason - y'all, I do notice these things even when I don't comment on them).

I've been straight up plagiarized many times before. It's ranged from friends in RP groups stealing my characters because I wasn't using them often anymore, to more recently someone ripping out chunks of one of my Hazbin Hotel fics and rewriting it as their own. It's a uniquely horrible feeling, and I think it makes me sensitive to feeling uncredited as a result even when plagiarism isn't occuring. On the other hand, this is literally how headcanons evolve and I'm actually so fucking happy that specific things that I was outright nervous to post because I thought people would (and in a few cases, people did) react very poorly to them are now, like...fairly common fanon.

Anyway, I don't think it's wrong for people to carry forward headcanons to the point where they don't even know where they came from. I also think most likely some concepts became convergently popular when more than one person had the same thought! It's how fandoms work and I know for a fact I've done the same... but it does very much give me the warm and fuzzies when people that use my ideas do give a nod in my direction for where they got the inspiration! In return, I try to make a point to do the same.

[khepiari]

LuLaw Fic Idea Because I Woke Up Dreaming Omegaverse

What if I write an Omegaverse LuLaw.

But but but but, Alpha Law has no desire to top or the urge to bite Omega Luffy. Instead he wants Luffy to rail him with his pretty Omega Cock and Imprint it?

Law has tried topping with alpha, beta and omega. He has played switch with Alphas and Betas and done everything that is expected of an Alpha, including what’s not expected of an Alpha, like bottoming with other Alpha and Beta.

Finally, he meets Luffy, an omega who doesn’t believe in the shit expected of him, absolutely refuses to bottom not because he hates it, its because he hates the whole cultural expectation to be be docile.

And it is that moment that Law knows, he wants to be folded like an origami dragon fly and fucked hard, until he is covered in omega pheromones.

Who will stop me from writing? Who? Who?

My fic writer god complex is high…

[stickylizardcave]

I'm well aware that I'm probably alone on this hill but this is basically my ideal dynamic for them. Sorry not sorry lmaoooo

[iiluvkiss]

Still thinking about that au omegaverse where Homelander (John) and Billy are divorced and decide to try to get along just so Ryan doesn't get sad, ending in the most romantic/aggressive/hate disaster that could have happened.