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It’s always a treat going out with friends. The bar they chose was pretty empty just how you like it. It’s been a long week and the last thing a group of omegas wanna worry about is some limp dick alpha ruining their night. “Alright, I think imma call it a night.” A swarm of ‘awe’s’ followed after you. You enjoyed yourself letting all the week’s complaints roll off your shoulders while drinking something sweet. There was also some good news with one of your friends getting a promotion.
This is how it should be, content, calm, and quiet. By the time you finished hugging and telling them goodbye the rest decided they’d head home too. It was such a good end to a stressful day you let your guard down. Even if it was for a second, you should’ve known better.
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“I mean yeah, Omegas are supposed to stay inside.” The room went quiet. “Excuse me?” Steve had been on many dates in his time as Captain American but this would be his first in the twenty first century. The whole “man out of time” seemed cool in theory but the reality of being born in a time where segregation, domestic violence, homophobia, and religious genocide was a day to day normality has its consequences. Although the team has been trying to do what they can to improve Steve’s dated and misleading way of thinking it’s hard teaching an old dog new tricks.
”Well Omegas tend to be overly emotional in situations where…” From behind the women Steve spoke to Sam shook his head trying to get his friend to just stop. “I see, so you want an Omega to sit and wait on you? Too emotional to do much of anything else, huh?”
Steve froze no sure how he’s supposed to react when he agreed with her but knew it wasn’t the right answer. “You know what?” The omega slams her shot class on the table. “Fuck you.”
”I really tried to be nice but I’m tired of hearing the same shit from alphas like this. Hell! Even betas believe this crap. You’ve been sitting here playing doe eyed innocence while spill the most misogynistic redirect I’ve ever heard. So ‘by the blood of Luna let there be wraith under her moon.” She spits at Steve’s feet before storming out.
”What? I-“
“You fucked up.” Sam so casually it almost when over Steve’s head. “ Race: it was difficult to get you to stop saying negro but we’re good. Homophobia: still working on it but you know how to mind your business. Religious freedom was a breeze but sexism? Sexism is where you draw the line?”
To be fair Sam still has his own biases against certain second genders but seeing how Steve is just down right embarrassing. “I’m trying but you have to admit it’s crazy. She was talking about omegas in the military. The enemy would smell them a mile away! Not to mention what if they fall into heat on the field?”
“You don’t think your sent carries when we go on missions? Tony almost fell into a rut during an information grab in Costa Rica. It happens.” Steve was quite again frowning at the ground in confusion. “Look man, you gotta see things from their perspective. For centuries they’ve been treated as breeding machines who can’t do anything for themselves.”
You could practically see the wheels turning in Steve’s head while he’s listening to Sam. “Think about it, you talked about how sick an skinny you where as a kid, imagine being as big as you are right now and people still believing you’re just as fragile as you where back then.”
It seemed to be getting through to Steve this time but then again Sam’s still a beta. Something told Sam the only way this old man would get any of this right is if he heard it from another alpha. “Let’s head back to the Tower. It’s getting late.” While Steve calls a cab Sam calls in a favor.
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He snuck up on you. His sent hidden by the garbage alley and his footsteps by the bus that drove by. It all happened so fast and yet so slow. You were tired and covered in dirt. The sky was still an un-amusing deep blue. Everything just hurt, it hurts so much. You could speak as the alpha strangled you to keep quiet so texting was the next best thing, but…your phone, keys, wallet, and purse was thrown into one of the giant garbage bins.
The alpha isn’t in the ally with you anymore. You don’t know how long you been there nor how long it’s been since he left but he’s gone. God, everything hurt. He should’ve just killed you when he had the chance or maybe he thought you were already dead? You begrudgingly get up achy and dirty all over. All you can think about is how weak you were. How pathetic you had to be not to notice him.
Just disgusting. You struggle to stand in the dark and slowly make your way to the end of the alley. Across the street was a construction site with a nearly finished office building. You heard some famous guy bought the land house and give jobs to struggling omegas. The reminder only made you want to vomit but the an idea formed.
You climbed to the highest peak of the unfinished building and closed your eyes in prayer. “To Luna our goddess let there be wraith under your moon.” Then you simply fall.
And fall.
And fall.
And fall.
In fact you fall for so long you start to wonder if you’re decision was all that good. Did it really do anything? That’s when you hit the oddly soft ground. Looking down at your hands and see the dried blood and garbage is gone.Your clean and dressed in a luminous blue.
You were confused but quickly caught on. You’re dead. Everything started to crash down on you. All the pain and trauma you’ve been subjected to all your life is over flowing your senes. Every insult, backhanded compliment, and berate resurfaced. Some you didn’t notice were considered aggressions until now. Your head hurts and your breathing slows. It feels like you’re gonna pass out.
“Stop. There’s no need to dwell on what’s already happened.” A loud yet soft voice echoes upon its self speaks through you. The pain’s gone, you’re okay… but who was it that spoke?
Looking up you see a large wolf made of what looks like stars. It’s body is transparent with the same blue illumination that omits from your clothes. You know who it is instantly. Luna, goddess of the luring moon and protector of man or more specifically Omega.
“My Child, are you feeling any better?” At first the god’s presence left you in awe but with a little thought that awe turned into rage. Where were they in your times of need? Why couldn’t they assign you anything left? If you were different then maybe all that crap you’ve been through would’ve happened.
“Why’d you do it? Why did you make me so weak!? If I was a little stranger- faster I’d-“
“You’d what? You would’ve killed him? Broke a few bones and waited for the rats to get him? Child of mine what makes you think you’re so weak?”
“Look at me! I’m an Omega, you made me like this.”
“You’re right,I did. Do you think I’d suddenly regret my decision because you plead? I gave the ability to give birth and conceive easier than others. I’ve given you extreme agility and the strongest hands. I’ve made sure your scenes are heightened in times of danger. You are no weaker than an Alpha or Beta. The problem is no your body but your mind child.” Luna circles around you before stopping on your other side.
“You are only weak because you have been told so since birth and now you believe it yourself. Your anger is not at me but the system down there that makes it so you are weak.”
Luna’s claws cut through the cloudy grown showing your city below. The posters for heat patches and omega scent suppressants. The political billboards advertising “omega rights” and a “population crisis.” This crap was really everywhere.
“I’ll make you a deal child. I’ll let you live your life as if none of this has ever happened but in return you’ll have to become my vessel.” The cloudy floor closes back up and Luna lays down on her paws staring at you.
“Your vessel?” You question. “Yes, I’ll give you a task here and there and you’ll execute it flawlessly before gaining control over your actions again. Do you agree with the terms child?”
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