#non traditional omega

[actually-a-menace]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59359006/chapters/151387870

“What did you think I meant, Peanut?” Logan doesn’t want to do this, bring his panic to light and talk about the feelings rolling around like a ball of barbed wire in his chest. But he looks at Wade, quiet and expectant and sighs. Finding the words makes him feel like he’s chewing on rocks, chalking and rough on his tongue. “You said I should start looking at places. Emphasis on the I.” Irritation bleeds into his words because Wade can’t be direct for once in his life. Wade tilts his head in a dog like manner Logan would mock him for if it wasn’t for the serious moment. His hairless brows furrow further. “Well yeah, you’re more picky than I am. I mean look at this place.” Logan can't see his hands, but feels them in the air behind him, knows Wade is likely gesturing to the shit show that is their apartment. “Not to mention you're wise beyond your years, you’re probably way better at house hunting than my millennial ass.”

I've been working on this one since I started writing the series, please enjoy my rabid self indulgence.

[stevieschrodinger]

Just Eddie and Steve getting mauled by bats and them getting like, upside down rabies or something.

Eddie doesn't register the changes to his body because he's out cold for a week after they kill Vecna and shut the upside down. Steve thinks he's just hurt, at first. Dismisses the fever and him just being run down and injured and everything being way too fucking much. But then he freaks out when his canine teeth go pointy in his mouth when he gets pissed off. Runs and hides.

Can't hide the fact that his eyes flash red though. Everyone's freaking out and Steve's locked himself in a bathroom and is more concerned with how hot and itchy the base of his fucking dick is. Because that's the most concerning symptom here, like, by far, especially when it starts to feel swollen.

Doesn't help that in the middle of everyone freaking out (quietly though, they are in the hallway of the hospital) Hoppers eyeing them suspiciously and is there to tell them Munson has woken up and doesn't that just flip a fucking switch in Steve.

He's out the bathroom and down the hall before anyone can stop him.

They all see it then though, clear as anything, when Steve's eyes bleed to red and Eddie's answer with gold. When they're both nuzzling and fucking purring at each other and in the doorway is squeezed the whole party and no one has a single fucking clue what the hell is going on.

[lilacwriter07]

Omega!Lucifer would steal Adam's clothes, and make a nest out of it . Hissing at others if they try to get Adam's clothes back, no matter how many clothes Adam buys . Lucifer always find a way to get them .

He even cried to Charlie when he catch Lucifer taking his underwear, sniffing them on his way to his nest . Purring how lovestruck he looks .

"Well I guess I have to walk naked then and seduce others with my perfect body ." Making Vaggie gag and Lucifer's tail wag, as his eyes becomes dark .

Later

"Has anyone seen Adam ?" Charlie asked ."Yeah ." Angel showed a picture of Adam getting carried to Lucifer's nest ."I really tried to save him .. But your father is the devil, like I want to live you know ."

[aethermint]

Soooooo who's going to write the ABO Agathario fanfics I have been waiting VERY patiently...

[menuliso]

i think we as a society need more winter dkbk where izuku is the alpha instead of kacchan

[aspeninthesnow]

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.

[rainforestakiie]

before they get together Omega Adam bending down to pick up flowers, while Omega Lucifer standing behind him . His nails digging into his hands, as he tries to control himself for jumping on the first man .

Adam: Look how many pretty flowers !

Lucifer: 👁️👁️ "heavy breathing while staring at that sweet ass"

ahhhh! i love this soooo muchhhhh!!!!

let me know if this comes up alright! i wrote it on my phone not my laptop! it is a bit harder to figure out how to post it!

(also to all the wonderful anons who have sent me messages about my imp Adam au! it is coming! i am writing a oneshot it is on my list! but i am also writing little ideas for your messages!)

Nest of the Damned (Omegaverse Omega/Omega) Part 01. Part 02. Part 03. Part 04. Part 05. Extra 01.

Full Version

It was a perfect day in Eden, the kind of day that whispered of paradise itself. The air was a gentle caress, neither too warm nor too cool, just the right blend of comfort and delight. The flowers, in full bloom, seemed to blush in the soft light, their colors as vivid as the emotions they stirred. Birds sang sweet melodies, their songs weaving through the golden rays of sunlight that bathed the world below. The sky was an endless canvas of blue, unmarred by even the slightest wisp of cloud, as if painted by the most loving hand.

In moments like these, Lucifer often found himself enchanted by Gabriel’s handiwork. His younger brother, with an artist's heart, took immense pride in crafting the universe's beauty. Once, the sky had blushed in shades of pink and yellow, but Adam had confessed to Lucifer that the vibrant hues made him dizzy. Ever the doting brother, Lucifer had gently persuaded Gabriel to alter the sky’s palette. Now, it wore a soothing blue by day and glittered like a sea of stars by night—a change that Adam adored.

“Adam~” Lucifer purred, his wings spreading wide as he descended behind the human with effortless grace.

Startled, Adam spun around, his emerald eyes wide with surprise. The sight of his Archangel filled him with such joy that he couldn’t contain a delighted squeal. In a heartbeat, he launched himself at Lucifer, his happiness as bright as the morning sun.

“Luci! You’re back!”

Lucifer’s grin was warm as he wrapped his arms around the human, returning the embrace with tender affection. “Aw, were you lonely without me, my sweet Addie?”

“I’m always lonely without you,” Adam murmured, his voice soft and honeyed. The scent of lemon and mint clung to him, a fragrance so intoxicating it made Lucifer’s wings flutter involuntarily. “I missed you so much! Lilith doesn’t share my excitement when I talk about the new things I discover in the garden.”

With a teasing smile, Lucifer cupped Adam’s face, a gentle purr rumbling in his chest. “Oh, my darling, did you find something new? Show me, if you wish.”

“Would you really want to see?” Adam asked, his voice filled with sweet uncertainty.

“Of course,” Lucifer replied, his smile widening. “I’d love nothing more. Have you given them names yet?”

Adam shook his head, pulling back slightly but not letting go of Lucifer’s hand. The angel entwined their fingers, his heart swelling as he watched Adam’s excitement build. The human was utterly adorable, his vibrant energy palpable as he practically buzzed with anticipation. Those mesmerizing emerald eyes, flecked with gold, never failed to captivate Lucifer. He often lost himself counting the flecks, a pastime as soothing as it was intimate. Adam’s cherry-red lips curved into a crooked smile as he tugged Lucifer toward a nearby hill, eager to share his latest discovery.

To Lucifer, Eden hadn’t changed much over the eons. The trees, the grass, the flowers—everything seemed just as it had always been. Yet, something had captured Adam’s attention so deeply, and Lucifer found himself falling even more helplessly in love with the human. The urge to wrap Adam in his wings, to shield him from the world and keep him close forever, surged within him.

But in the back of his mind, Lucifer could almost hear the disapproving voices of Seraphiel and Michael, their stern lectures about Adam’s delayed presentation echoing in his thoughts. Lilith had presented as an Alpha nearly two summers ago, while Adam had only just begun showing signs of becoming an Omega. Sera was thrilled, and Michael had sighed in relief, but Lucifer couldn’t help but worry. He had noticed Lilith’s growing interest in Adam, something that made his protective instincts flare.

Lilith had once ignored Adam, dismissing him as insignificant, and Lucifer had found solace in that indifference. It meant he didn’t have to worry about the Alpha tainting his precious Omega. The one comfort Lucifer still clung to was Adam’s clear disdain for the woman. For now, at least, Adam was still his, and Lucifer intended to keep it that way.

"Look at these, Luci! They just appeared out of nowhere!" Adam’s voice bubbled with excitement as he pointed to the delicate blooms nestled beside their beloved red roses. "I was admiring our roses—I adore them so much—and suddenly, I noticed these new flowers blooming right next to them!"

Lucifer’s eyes widened in surprise. A new flower growing among his roses? Those red roses were more than just flowers; they were one of the few treasures Lucifer had secretly brought into Eden, a passionate gift for Adam, laden with deep, unspoken meanings that had blossomed alongside their growing bond.

"I haven’t named them yet, but look, they’re the same color as our roses! Red!" Adam’s voice was almost a song, his green and gold eyes sparkling with curiosity. In that moment, with the sun casting a tender glow on his face, Lucifer found him breathtakingly beautiful. "Remember what you taught me?"

Adam gasped, placing a hand over his chest, his cheeks flushing a lovely pink. "Red roses are a powerful symbol of love and passion. They’re the ultimate flower of romance, expressing the deepest emotions."

"Exactly," Lucifer murmured, brushing a soft feather along Adam’s side, delighting in the way his human blushed at the touch. "Red roses are the quintessential emblem of romantic love. They convey intense feelings and are often given to someone with whom one shares a deep, abiding connection." His voice was a warm whisper, each word woven with affection. "The vivid red speaks of passion, making these roses the perfect expression of desire and attraction."

"But they mean even more than that," Lucifer continued, his tone growing slightly more serious. "Red roses also symbolize respect and deep admiration. They can represent enduring love and commitment, often marking significant anniversaries or milestones in a relationship."

Adam listened, entranced, nodding as he absorbed each word. "Red roses are our flower. They represent us."

"Good boy, such a clever Omega," Lucifer teased, his eyes gleaming with pride. Adam beamed, his heart swelling at the praise, the warmth of Lucifer’s love enveloping him like the softest embrace.

With eager anticipation, Adam led Lucifer to their cherished patch of red roses—a secret sanctuary where the two Omegas could tend to their garden and enjoy each other’s company without the interference of other Archangels or the prying eyes of Lilith. As they approached the vibrant blooms, Adam’s face lit up with pure joy, his happiness as radiant as the sun that bathed them.

"They’re always blooming, never withering," Adam sighed, his voice soft with contentment as his smile deepened, brimming with sweetness, affection, and unmistakable love. "I really love our roses."

Lucifer couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride swell within him. He longed to nuzzle against Adam, to scent him and claim him as his own, but he restrained himself. He was an Archangel, and Adam was the first human—barriers that kept them apart, no matter how much his heart wished otherwise. Besides, they were both Omegas, and Omegas weren’t supposed to be together... but oh, how Lucifer wished the world had been different.

"Look, these are the new flowers," Adam said with a bright smile, bending down to examine the tiny blossoms nestled among the roses. "They’re red too, just like the roses. They’re so pretty and smell so lovely. They remind me of you—they smell like you."

Lucifer’s gaze softened as he peered at the delicate flowers. They carried his scent? And Adam cherished them because of that? His heart fluttered with a quiet, joyful tremor at the thought. Stepping closer to inspect them, Lucifer’s focus shifted abruptly as something else entirely caught his attention.

Oh.

Oh, heavens.

Adam was fully bent over, his position offering Lucifer an unintended yet utterly irresistible view. The sunlight danced across his skin, highlighting the soft freckles on his buttocks. Lucifer’s breath hitched as he found himself entranced, wondering just how many freckles adorned Adam’s tender flesh. A shiver ran up his spine as desire coiled tight within him, making his fingers clench until his nails dug into his palms, the sting a necessary anchor to reality.

No, he couldn’t allow himself to look, to give in to the temptation of Adam’s adorably exposed behind. Adam wasn’t his—not yet. He should be, but in this moment, he wasn’t.

Lucifer’s mouth went dry, and he swallowed hard, tugging at the collar of his robes in an attempt to regain some semblance of control. "Um… y-you should pick a name for them…"

"Really?" Adam hummed, oblivious to the effect he was having on the Archangel, wiggling his hips slightly as he shifted on the balls of his feet. The innocent gesture sent a surge of heat through Lucifer, nearly undoing him. Adam tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Oh! I’ve got it! Carnations! Red Carnations! Another beautiful flower that represents us!"

Lucifer squeezed his eyes shut, struggling to maintain his composure. The urge to reach out and touch Adam’s perfect, freckled skin was overwhelming, almost unbearable.

"T-That’s great! So great!" he stammered, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

He was hopelessly, irretrievably smitten

[broke-art-girl]

Hi everyone!!! I've started my new vampire Eddie Munson x Omega Werewolf Steve Harrington fanfiction called "Rust."!! Linked here

I figured it might be fun to have y'all participate in the story?

So if you would please vote on what type of parents you would like Steve Harrington to have in the fanfic :)

[persephoneflouwers]

Sunday Snippet

LIKE CHERRY BLOSSOMS by PERSEPHONEFLOUWERS

Written for the @omegaharryfest , coming soon.

“Look at that. Still in the realm of the living, then” Zayn runs a hand through his hair, and confidently strides towards them. The threatening shield peeks out from behind his shoulders. “The ungifted Prince.”

Louis snorts. Was it supposed to sound like an insult or something?

“Don’t say that, Z.,” Harry whispers. He sounds out of breath and seems unsure. Louis smells he’s getting more nervous by the second.

“Why, H? It’s the truth.”

“Zayn,” Louis interjects. He knows very well he can defend himself. “Did you forget that I don’t give a shit about that, huh? I thought you could come up with something more…creative.”

Louis's eyes flicker over to Harry, his gaze lingering for just a moment. His alpha kicks in his chest, when the smell of Harry's distress reaches the subtle scent of unease wafting through the air. Without saying a word, Louis knows that it should be his turn to step in, to offer comfort and protection.

“None of this creative nonsense, Louis,” Zayn says, “You’ve never been worthy.”

And this might as well be said inside his mind, because he feels the world grow suffocatingly quiet, as if the air itself has been sucked away. Shadows creep along the walls, devouring any trace of light.

Aracne.

TAGS: Ex married to lovers, Royalty with mentions of superpowers, mythology, mythological creatures as pets/weapons (lmao), Infertility, mpreg, mating cycles, side ziam, side shiall, mentions of war, dual POV, war and fights, plot twist, main character death (or is it??? Not sure how to say this), non traditional ABO dynamics which means omegas are not simply cute pretty little things, but bad ass intimidating warriors and alphas are basically the commoners lucky enough to marry them :)

[transalphabf]

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?

[actually-a-menace]

Oh Logan Master List

https://archiveofourown.org/series/4307119

Logan has never been a very good omega, too bulky, too dominant, and thanks to the scientists from all those years ago, too feral. He was a wild dog that every knot headed alpha from his dimension thought they could domesticate if they postured enough. That is, until they came face to face with six claws and a bigger set of canines than any alpha he’d ever met. An exploration of Omega!Logan

[fizzigigsimmer]

WIP: All The Kings Men

I dusted off my WIP folder this weekend and realized that this draft has been sitting for over a year to the day and that's a shame. I really love this story. It was really nice to get back to this world and I want to keep at it. I am hoping to stay inspired.

Background: Prince!Steve X Pirate!Billy also, Prince!Steve x Siren!Billy because I absolutely will have my cake and eat it too.

Basically this is a dom/sub au in a fantasy world. Steve and Billy fell in love when they were kids, only to be separated. Years later Billy decided to come back and get his man and ran off with him. Now a war for the crown is brewing on the exterior while Steve and Billy fight an interior battle for dominance - and to the victor the spoils.

~*~

The sky was still a dark blanket hanging over the city of Ashae when two spots of light appeared, like stars burning bright. 

Within moments a deep groaning, like those of bullfrogs, filled the air as the eyes upon the watchtowers blew their conches to warn the city of the oncoming danger.  

“Min Primena!” the frantic voice of her serving woman called through the doors of the bedchamber in the old tongue, and then once more in the imperial standard. “My princess, you must wake!” 

But despite the earliness of the hour Princess Ingrid was already awake, dressed, and marching through the doors of her bedchamber before the shouting of her personal servant could even finish echoing down the stone corridor.   

She’d woken at the first blast of the warning shells. Their throbbing notes had vibrated in the stone beneath her feet as she leaped from her bed and reached for her dressing gown. Their sound filling her heart with dread. 

The bone men had come.  

It had been many years since anyone from the empire had been to the castle. Ships came from distant ports for trade but only as far as Korallö, the first of the northern islands. To maintain peace, delegates and diplomats had been sent to Teru as necessary, but neither the Bone King or any of his emissaries had set foot on Ashae or its citadel in going on a decade. And that was by design. 

Ingrid’s father the king was not well. 

“What has happened Nadia?” Ingrid asked her serving woman, tightening the ties on her dressing gown as she strode down the empty hall towards the center of the castle. Whether their unexpected guests had been brought to the throne room or the dungeon, the center of the castle was where they’d be. 

Nadia scurried to keep up with Ingrid’s purposeful stride, her large chest heaving under her gossamer top. She had not seen her stoic serving woman Nadia so ruffled, even on the day Ingrid’s father had collapsed. If not for the warning shells she would have feared it meant the Prime was dead. 

 “Primena, two airmen from the badlands have come.”  

“Ah, that explains how they had made it to the castle without being stopped.” Ingrid mused, frowning. 

There was no one who could challenge Noreda in battle by sea, but they were vulnerable by air. However, it did not explain entirely why they hadn’t had prior warning.  

The princess had made good use of her time as a captive in Teru. Her friends in Sereni were few but they were well placed, and loyal to her. Or more aptly they were loyal to the peace that was promised and the order of Divinas from whence the prophecy of the promised prince had come two hundred years before. Loyal enough even to risk their lives divulging court secrets to the enemy.  

Their silence now was troubling, but Ingrid pushed aside her lingering questions and focused her mind on the more important task at hand. She must protect her own secrets now. 

“Where is my father?” 

“The prime is secure below, min primena.” Nadia answered and Ingrid released a quiet breath of relief, some of the tension in her chest loosening. Thank The Father for small mercies. 

“Send word to Tal-Munson.” she instructed. “No one is to enter the southern gate until he hears it from me.” 

The serving woman bowed her head once in submission before hurrying off to do her mistress’s bidding. For she knew as well as Ingrid, that it would spell their ruin if the Bone King were to discover the truth behind their king’s ill health. Her father was more than ill he was depleted, robbed of the ancient power that had been at the heart of her family’s power since the day they’d risen from the sea. 

Without the power that had been passed down from prime to prime for thousands of years, Noreda was crippled and would not be able to withstand attack from their enemy in the south. 

But there was no evidence of weakness on Ingrid as the doors of the castle opened and she descended the great white steps, down to where the castle guard waited with the intruders: two men, sat atop giant feathered beasts with wicked yellow eyes. 

The airmen hailed from Egnill, home of the fyre lords, and were clothed in the distinctive dress of their people – long tunics with the symbol of the phoenix embroidered upon the chest. It was no doubt made from the flame resistant leathers that their ancestors had crafted for centuries and exported to other nations at a hefty cost. But it was to the green and gold bands around their throats that Ingrid’s eyes went, bands that established them as part of the Terun empire and under the Bone King’s heel.  

Her lips curled in a sneer. She would not be intimidated by a pair of collared dogs. 

The two men sat on the back of their fyrebirds surrounded by a circle of her father’s warriors, their deadly cortans drawn and open at their sides ready to slice through flesh and bone at the first provocation.  

The riders wisely refused to give up their only exit of escape by leaving their mounts. On their taloned feet their beasts stood nearly fifteen hands high. Although the massive plume of brightly colored feathers atop their heads made them appear taller.  

Piercing eyes tracked Ingrid like prey as she approached. The breeze tossed her golden hair and the gossamer robe fastened between her breasts until it floated around her pale legs as if she were in water. The pearls in her diadem glinted in the firelight from where they rested against her brow.  

Armored only with the power in her blood Ingrid strode to meet them and the alphas surrounding the airmen parted for her, lowering their eyes in submission. 

“Milady.” The braver of the two riders, a man with hair as russet as his beast’s tail feathers, cleared his throat and spoke a greeting in imperial standard. “I am Nathanial Cunningham, Captain of the wing-guard and I would see your king.” 

Ingrid smiled at the impertinence, showing her fangs. 

“You are nothing.” She corrected softly. “And I would see you dead for trespassing on these lands.”  

She enjoyed watching the way the foreigners faces paled, the scent of their fear souring the air. The brave one’s eyes narrowed speculatively on her however, before turning and sharing a meaningful look with his partner. He had drawn all the correct conclusions from her presence there and the absence of her father she was sure. There would have been no reason for the king to bother with them or for her to show her face at all, had he still had the full power of poseidon behind him. 

Ingrid sought out the highest ranking of the guard and locked eyes with him, giving the alpha a subtle nod.  

“Are you Lady Harg-” Captain Cunningham’s companion did not get a chance to finish before the sharp end of an arrow grazed across his cheek, slicing through the flesh before embedding itself into the sandstone a few paces beyond. 

The captain drew his sword as his second let out a cry – more from shock than pain. The feathered beasts they rode puffed out their breast and flared their wings, the captain’s mount opening its large slightly curved beak to screech a furious warning.  

Ingrid tensed, painfully aware of her own vulnerability, but no flame appeared from the creature’s mouth. More arrows rained down from the open arches of the castle, and the captain leaned over in his saddle to reach across and grab the reins of his companion’s mount delivering firm commands for it to settle. 

When the beast had calmed and its rider had regained control, Captain Cunningham turned burning eyes toward Ingrid, full of fury and hatred. Ingrid’s smile stayed exactly as it was. She raised her hand and the volley of arrows ceased.  

“I am Princess Ingrid, daughter of The Tuninri.” She corrected the man again, lifting her head with pride. “And you bore me. Deliver your message and be gone.” 

“You speak of trespassing when you have invaded our capital and made off with the king’s blood?” Captain Cunningham seethed, all pretenses at civility abandoned. He resembled his feather pet as his eyes pierced her. It was a struggle for Ingrid to keep her face still, at the revelation that the capital had been invaded, though she was sure a practiced eye would have noticed the twitch of shock she quickly suppressed.  

To hear that Sereni had been attacked was shock enough. That anyone would dare risk harming one of the kings own blood was almost unfathomable.  

“Is the Bone King dead?” she asked the only thing she cared to know and watched the captain’s face as he answered. 

“He is secure and in good health.” The young captain’s face betrayed nothing but his scent was bitter. He was lying. But about which part? 

“We are glad to hear it. But why do you blame Noreda for this?” 

His lips curling in a snarl, Captain Cunningham reached inside the satchel hanging at his side and tossed something swaddled in stained rags down onto the ground. As the object rolled to a stop near Ingrid’s bare feet it came unraveled, revealing the severed head of a Gorgan warrior. An icy fear speared Ingrids chest at the sight of it.  

“I see.”  

This was Creel’s doing, but she could not say so and risk revealing to the enemy the extent to which her father had lost control over the Gorgan tribes. She raised her eyes from the bloodied head and back to Captain Cunningham.  

“My Father knows nothing of this attack. We shall have it investigated.” 

“Of course. And I suppose it was merely a coincidence that on the very same day, Billy the bastard betrayed his liege and disappeared with the king’s ship?” the captain sneered in reply and Ingrid’s breath shook. 

Billy. 

Her heart squeezed in her chest, thinking of the child she’d left behind in Teru. The Divinas had promised her he was on his way home to his people at long last. She’d believed, but to hear it echoed so plainly from her enemy’s lips made it suddenly more real.   

“I have not seen William since he was a boy. Are you searching for him?” she asked calmly.  

She would not let them leave if they were. Two fyrebirds could bring down a ship in a matter of minutes. 

“Our search is for Prince Steven, and the message from our king is this: we will find him.” Captain Cunningham warned darkly. “And when we do, we will build our homes upon their ruined halls, and drink the blood of those who dared to test the strength of Teru.” 

A terrifying promise to be sure, but Ingrid did not wince. Little terrified her after the years she’d spent shackled to her terun husband, a brute of a man and far from the worst of his kind. Her suffering had only hardened her resolve. There was no pain she couldn’t weather and no indignity she couldn’t face when she knew that all of it would be to the glory of Noreda. 

“You will not find your prince here. Begone now.” Ingrid smirked, before she turned her back to them, confident in the strength of her father’s men. She spoke over her shoulder as she walked away, making a promise of her own. 

 “If you return uninvited as you did today, we will drag you into the sea and it shall be our children who suck succor from your bones.” 

~*~*~*~ 

‘I dreamt I dwelt in marble halls…’ 

Steve glanced back at the mouth of the cave where a ring of daylight illuminated the sand disappearing beneath the encroaching waves. The tide was coming in and Jonathan was not a strong swimmer. The butcher’s apprentice hung back, pacing at the opening, his fretful calls nearly becoming lost within the cavernous space as his voice bounced along the walls. Steve did not need to hear Jon clearly to know what he was saying. Come back. The tide is rising. It isn’t safe. 

But Steve pressed on into the darkness, away from the light, venturing into the back of the cave. He was not afraid of the dark, or of the strange music only he could seem to hear. It swelled louder with each step he took as if to assure him he was taking the right path. Even if the cave had not been discovered by anyone else for a hundred years or more, they were still in Hawks Landing. This was his home. 

‘I had riches all too great to count.’ 

He kept a hand pressed to the wall to guide his steps as the carven narrowed into a tunnel, the ground beneath his feet slanting downward. He paused when the rock beneath his hand became less rough edged, smoothing out until it felt polished. He ran his hand along the cool surface, wondering at it, pausing again when his fingers encountered something protruding from the wall. As his fingers grazed it, he felt a subtle vibration - a gentle hum. The shell, for Steve could see it now where it was embedded in the wall, began to give off a soft light bathing Steve and the walls around it in a golden glow. 

The light glimmered upon the surface of a wide pool of water resting just a few steps from where he stood. Had he kept going in the dark he would have fallen right into it. It was here the cave ended in a rounded chamber, not caused by the passage of time and erosion but chiseled with tools. Tiny colorful shells like the one he’d accidentally touched were embedded into the walls along with polished stones of differing sizes. They formed a mosaic he realized, as more of the shells began to pulse with light until the rendering of waves spanning the curvature of the chamber appeared to move. 

The music was all around him now. He could hear the plucking of a harp strings and the low throbbing notes of a fluted instrument for which he had no name for, and there were voices too. They rose up from the water as he drew closer. 

The pool was deep and black. He could not see a bottom to it, and yet it seemed to beckon him. Those voices were so beautiful, singing in a language he’d never heard spoken outside of his own mind, but that he knew was real. And ancient. 

‘But what I dreamt which pleased me most, twas that you loved me still the same.’ 

Steve wanted to follow those voices. They understood what no one else could. They would make the pain go away… 

“Steve!” 

Steve woke gently to the sound of his name. Unlike the frantic way Jonathan had called him all those summers ago, Billy’s voice was calm and steady as it drew him from sleep. He blinked his eyes open. It was growing dark within the cabin. The sun outside the open window already sunk halfway bellow the horizon. It bathed the room in hues of bronze. How long had he slept?  

“Murray will be ringing the bell for supper,” Billy answered, reading the question in his expression. Steve turned his head slightly to look over at him, his breath catching as his gaze wandered over miles of golden skin and the firm wall of Billy’s chest. In the dappled glow that filled the cabin he made Steve think of the marble statues of past kings that decorated Sereni. He used to look up at them when he was a boy and marvel at their greatness: the size of their arms and legs, the breadth of their shoulders, the superior way with which they held their heads, frozen in poses of dominance. 

I will prove my blood. I will be great, and all of Teru will know it. He used to vow whenever he looked upon the likenesses of his ancestors, doubling down on his efforts to rise above his royal cousins. And after he’d earned his sword and had been knighted, bent inside from an invisible injury but not broken, he had added: One day, he shall beg for mercy at my feet. 

Steve smiled to himself before masking it with a tired groan.  

“Never did I think I would come to dread supper.” 

Billy huffed in his ear, more amused than annoyed. 

“I forgot what a princess you are. You of all people, has no right to complain.” He reminded Steve with an arched eyebrow. His frown was stern, but there was a certain glint in his eye that Steve knew. Loved, if he were being honest. 

“I am the king’s blood. I define what is right.” he replied as haughtily as he could manage without having to laugh at himself. “And what of you? You move heaven and earth to get a prince in your bed and then act surprised when he believes himself faultless.”  

He’d hoped to draw a laugh from Billy with his teasing, but Hargrove only continued to stare at him, his expression growing more pensive.  

“Billy, what’s wrong?” Steve finally questioned, beginning to worry a little. 

“What were you dreaming about?” 

Instead of answering, Billy asked a question of his own. Steve hesitated, wondering why Billy was suddenly interested in his dreams. Not that he minded - it gave Steve a thrill, not knowing what pieces were on the board and what Billy’s next move might be. He’d missed this. Nobody ever played the game the same way or gave him the challenge that Billy did.  

He was happy, feeling the evidence of Hargrove’s strength pressed against his body, knowing it wouldn’t save him. Steve would be his undoing, and there was no more powerful feeling than that. 

“If I said I was dreaming of hearing you beg for mercy, what would you say?” Steve asked, his eyes searching out the bite he’d left on Billy’s shoulder. His heart quickened just at he sight of it, a spark of heat lighting deep in his belly. There was an answering spark of desire in Billy’s eyes before he answered. 

“I’d say that’s an admirable dream.” Billy’s lashes lowered as his own eyes found the bite he’d left on Steve’s throat. “But unless you forget, it was you who begged for my cock only hours ago. Intend to hear that sound every day for the rest of my life. ” 

“Strange. I remember you swearing to fulfill my every want only hours ago. But if you’ve decided not to keep your vow…” Steve huffed and began turning his body away, but Billy grabbed him around the middle before he could complete the motion and hauled him back in until they were chest to chest. Steve glared, but Billy just smiled. 

“You don’t want me dead. And you don’t want to test my patience either, omega.” He warned. 

Steve’s chest filled with warmth at hearing Billy call him his omega again, a quiet sound of pleasure chittering in his throat. It felt right. Their bond was stronger, and Steve felt stronger for it, and yet he was unalarmed by it. He ran his tongue over his teeth and wondered if it had something to do with the bites they’d exchanged.  

“I was dreaming of home,” Steve answered truthfully this time. “The time I explored the coast with my friend Jonathan. Why do you ask?” 

Instead of answering Billy lifted a hand to Steve’s cheek and rubbed the pads of his fingers over the surface. An achingly soft touch that sang through Steve’s starved skin like a reward. He leaned into it, curling into Billy’s body until his warmth was pressed all along his skin and Steve could feel the rise and fall of every breath he took. The itch and ache of yearning that he’d lived with while Billy had been avoiding him, refusing to touch him, might feel like a distant memory in the afterglow of sex and sub care, but it wasn’t. Not to either of them. 

“There were scales on your skin. You were glowing, here...” Billy’s hand  drifted down to Steve’s neck  and pressed gently against the side of his throat. “And here.” 

His voice was steady but Steve clocked the tension in him through his tightly controlled breaths.  

Steve considered it slowly, shivering a little. It wasn’t the first time he’d dreamed about finding the cave, but it couldn’t be coincidence that he’d been dreaming about that when he grew scales and started to glow.  

“My teeth grew sharp earlier, like yours do.” Steve admitted though it would have been hard for Billy not to notice when he’d bitten into him like a flesh eating eel. What he really wanted to know was, “Billy, do you ever hear voices?” 

“Voices?” Billy’s had gone tight. He had his answer but Steve pressed on for more detail. 

“The ones in the water.” Steve nodded his head toward the open window, confessing. “My room at home faced the sea. At night I could hear them singing in a language I’d never heard, but I understood every word.”  

He waited, unsure how Billy would answer. He could not be sure that Billy would be truthful when that truth made him vulnerable, but it was not just himself anymore that Billy had to worry about. Steve was tangled up in the secrets locked within Billy’s blood. 

‘There is no weakness like loving someone. Never forget that’. Steve’s father used to say, but it was Billy who had taught him the lesson. 

“Now and again.” The admission was gruff and quiet. Steve laid his head on Billy’s shoulder, smiling to himself as the alpha’s arms tightened around him. “And when I do I have the helmsman change course.” 

“Why?” Billy looked at him askance and Steve grinned. “I understand why you would fear for your men, but when you are alone, why not go to meet them?” 

“They are sirens Steve. They lure sailors to their death.” 

“But you are no ordinary sailor. Perhaps they only want to greet their prince.” 

Billy’s face darkened, predictably, his scent souring. 

“I am no prince. And I don’t care what it is they want.”  

“Bollocks. You’re scared.” Billy’s glare turned sharp and Steve tilted his chin up in defiance. 

“Are you calling me a coward Harrington?” 

The red glow around his pupils was warning enough, how stupid Steve would be to say another word that wasn’t a denial. 

“A fortnight ago, definitely. Tonight?” Steve paused, bringing his hand up to graze Billy’s bared shoulder, just above the mark his teeth had left. Billy’s gaze followed the movement of his hand, his throat moved as he swallowed, before he lifted his gaze back to Steve’s, penetrating. 

 “Tonight, I find myself feeling very human.” Steve continued, hushed. “Despite all indications that I am not. You cannot hide from who you are Billy, any more than I can hide from who you’ve made me.”  

It was silent for a long drawn-out moment with neither of them speaking. Billy breathed in tandem with the slapping of waves against the sides of the ship.  

When he finally spoke, his grip around Steve changed with the command that entered his tone. “If you hear them again Steve, you’re to tell me. And you are never to answer their call.” 

This was as far as Steve could safely push Billy tonight, Steve knew it even though he could tell that Billy was expecting resistance. Which was good because if he had expected anything else Steve would have been insulted.  

“I would not want to follow them anyway.” Steve answered with an easy shrug and took private delight in the wary confusion that furrowed Billy’s expression. “I am no prince of the sea or child of the gods. I like my chances better on land.” 

Slowly the confusion cleared from Billy’s face, replaced by a small hopeful smile. 

“That is a very petulant way to say yes alpha.” 

“That’s not what I said at all.” 

“Isn’t it?” 

Steve heaved a great put upon sigh and began talking to himself, not bothering to lower his voice. 

“He’s got a magnificent cock, yes, but if he’s a mad man is the fare really worth the price of – Ah!” Steve laughed as Billy growled and rolled on top of him, driving the breath from him as he wedged his thigh between Steve’s legs. Laughter melted into a moan as the pressure against his cock made Steve stiffen. 

He grabbed onto both Billy’s shoulders holding on, but Billy held himself still. He stared down at Steve with such a smirk, Steve wanted to smack it off him. And then kiss him. Suck those soft lips between his teeth until he whimpered and moaned. I hate him so much. Steve tightened his grip on Billy’s shoulders. 

Billy laughed, smug as he rocked into Steve too slow and infuriatingly easy. Bastard. I love him so much. 

I obviously haven't updated in a while but you can read up to this part on AO3

[lilacwriter07]

Nobody expected Lilith to return, the female Alpha acting like she already own the place . Flirting with Lucifer touching his arm, trying to give him gifts .

Charlie was happy for her parents to be back together, ofcourse she grow a bit worried that her father ignored Lilith . Not even looking her way as she presents him even a duck (a duck !)

Adam who was already annoyed with Lilith's visit, decide that perhaps working in the garden would help . So when he got to the door, he suddenly felt someone holding his arm ."Where are you going ?" Lucifer asked his hold firmly holding Adam in place .

"To the garden .. Let go you freaking gremling ." Holding his arm up but Lucifer just went allong with the movement, after a few minutes Adam gave up . And took a happy Lucifer with him .

Lilith was so in shock she whispered ."What the fuck was that ." Angel drinks his wine as he smirks ."Ya got dumped that's what happend ."

(big question should I or not have Cain, Abel and Seth in the story ? Seth obviously a Beta like his father, but what about Cain and Abel 🤔)

[omegaverse-anthropologist]

oh wow jp’s alive and yappin up a storm

for no reason in particular, ive been thinking about bitching, both as a method of transition for omegas assigned alpha at birth and a vector for abuse. in this post, i’ll just talk about ‘delta-omega transition’ and in another post, i’ll talk about transphobia and ‘bitching’ as a vector for abuse.

also heads up that this is less pseudo-anthropology/sociology and more fantasy omegaverse than i usually get into, again because of the ‘no reason in particular’ from my danmei fandom sideblog linked above lmao

delta-omega transition (bitching)

delta(d)-omega transition, colloquially (and often disparagingly) referred to as bitching, is a method for an alpha to transition to omega. the transition is hormonally based, and does not generate internal organs or conjure the ability for the alpha to become pregnant. the houghton (slick) glands become engorged and begin producing lubrication similar to someone assigned omega at birth, and the body’s natural hormone levels shift to a more omega balance than an alpha balance. d-omega transition is impossible without some level of medical support, whether that be traditional/plant-based medicines or allopathic synthetic therapies.

as long as humans have existed, transgender humans have existed. there are records of people of all birth-assigned dynamic sexes being described as ‘delta’ or using a modifier before their dynamic sex designation. delta is used to describe a person who was assigned one dynamic at birth that does not align with their internal truth. (e.g., a d-alpha would historically describe an alpha who was assigned a different dynamic sex at birth, and d-beta or d-omega would similarly describe beta and omega experiences.) in the modern day, ‘delta’ is only used as a modifier in legal or medical contexts where absolutely necessary. a person’s ID does not reflect their dynamic sex as ‘d-beta,’ for example, but simply ‘beta.’

the use of delta as a sole dynamic sex indicator (i.e., instead of referring to someone in a medical context as a d-alpha, they are simply described as a delta) is frowned upon as inaccurate, unhelpful, and bigoted.

d-omega transition

modern d-omega transition functions similarly to other forms of hormone replacement therapy. under a physician’s supervision, the d-omega takes agonists to suppress production of alpha hormones and genesic medications to induce the production of omega hormones. support from packmates is a positive indicator for ease of transition, but in cases where a d-omega is rejected by their pack, there is support in the form of therapy groups and community-led delta-transition support centers, which often provide materials marked with either volunteers’ scents or synthetic pheromones.

historically, d-omega transition was achieved through a multi-step process that could be undertaken over the course of one to three years. the d-omega in question would brew certain plants into a tea. when consumed frequently enough as to be a constant presence in the body, the chemicals in this tea would have a destabilizing effect on the d-omega’s natural hormone balance. without support from a pack, frequent ingestion of this tea could induce a state of ferality.

with pack support, however, the individual’s hormone balance would be influenced toward a state more in line with the d-omega’s identity. creating this balance required frequent contact with alpha packmates. the contact was not necessarily sexual, though there are descriptions of regular sexual contact being requisite for successful transition. (note: these descriptions would not stand up to modern academic scrutiny, but they were, like the miasma theory of disease, accepted as fact at the time.)

typically, interaction with alpha pheromones would trigger a minor increase in omega dynamic hormones, balanced by a decrease in alpha dynamic hormones and an increase or decrease in beta hormones as appropriate to maintain homeostasis. however, in the destabilized state of a transitioning d-omega’s hormonal balance, this interaction would cause a more pronounced shift. frequent induction of this shift would, in essence, train the body to a new homeostasis. eventually, the d-omega would down-titrate from their destabilizing dose of medication. once their body was able to maintain omega hormonal balance without assistance, the therapy would be halted, and d-omega transition would be considered ‘complete.’

[lucithornz]

Dominant omega or beta who has a harem of omegas, and then meets an alpha they take a liking to enough to say

do you see the vision?

[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!