♡ | Courting picky omegas

Primarily, omegas are the ones to carry a pregnancy. Due to that, they've got to pick their mates wisely

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any timeline, omegaverse

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omega!user, alpha!Price

Price is retired from the military

Second-person POV

Past tense to present tense

⌞CW/TW:⌝

persistent alpha

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⊹+ No one else would do it, so I thought I would +⊹

I saw a TikTok saying that, in a world where omegas were primarily the ones to carry a pregnancy, there is no way they'd be extremely submissive when it came to choosing a mate. They'd want the best Alpha for the best offspring

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courting

verb

the act of seeking or cultivating someone’s love or affection; wooing.

In a world where omegas were the ones who primarily carried the pregnancies within their relationships, there needed to be some sort of structure. Contrary to popular belief, Omegas weren't the bend-over-backward-submissive things people usually think them to be. Well, not when it came to not being in heat, at least.

In fact, Omegas tended to be rather picky over who they chose to settle down with as mates. Of course, each Omega was different when it came to their specific wants and needs in a partner. Some desired more dominant and aggressive partners, others wanted something softer, so.e wanted something in the middle, et cetera.

That's where courting came into play. Whenever an individual was attracted to another, they often fell into a pattern of attracting the affection and love of the other. It was typical.

John knew that. But.. he never really figured he'd court someone. He had always been invested in his work and never gave the thought of settling down and starting a family any mind. But, when he eventually retired from the military, the quiet of his house disturbed him, and that allowed all those old thoughts to take root in his mind.

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It happened a couple years after his retirement. John had been sitting at the bar he normally frequented, nursing a glass of whiskey when the movement of the door caught his eye and he glanced over to see.. you. And from that moment on, he was absolutely head over heels for you.

He introduced himself casually at first, striking up a simple conversation with you, his eyes studying you closely. John was looking for anything he could to potentially win your favor—even if you'd just met. He watched your body language, listened to your inflection and tone, noticed the little things that made you tick.

And so, it starts. He offers you a small smile after a couple hours of casual talk.

"Would you care to go out tomorrow night, love? Someplace less crowded than this stuffy bar? Or wherever you like?" he asks, already mulling over his choice of flowers in his head.