Thinking about the culmination of all my A/B/O fics in the most notorious portion of the AU
Now I envision it with Strange Omega Qinghua, and I have thoughts.
If Xiang Fei knew about the Omegaverse before he turned into a very poor flesh battery for his outlet, trust that would have made at least an entire arc where Bingge got stranded in another dimension via Ancient Artifact Bullshit™️ into the A/B/O universe where he would amass another ultra harem with his sudden new Alpha Biology.
Nevertheless, he feels a bit robbed finding out that the system had transmigrated him into an off-shoot ABO au of his longest work. He doesn't know anything about the Omegaverse and the consequences it would leave in the downturn, he wasn't even afforded the decency of a guide, so he had to learn everything one experience at a time.
His first experience of Heat was when he was young. It was a vague experience now, the memories washing about now in what felt like a life lived too long, but what he could remember was the way his village had become so touchy and intimate.
He remembered his family huddling more than usual, his parents maintaining physical contact constantly as if their lives depended on it, whether with each other or someone else. His mother would force him to stuff cotton in his ears at night.
He already knew that his parents were out there getting off, but he'd rather not hear about it.
His village felt all too suffocating in those times, a tension that even he couldn't deny despite his deficiencies.
The next was his time was an outer disciple where every three or so months in the year, it felt like everyone was getting too close for comfort.
May I remind you that having a bunch of young adults too close together in a single location, there's a non-zero possibility that something is ending up on the floor whether it be fabric, knees, or back.
It feels like everyone was staring a bit too closely at each other, and interconnected web of bodies hungry for bodies to grip tight in a biological imperative that doesn't think he could ever know.
He remembers his Shizun taking him to Cang Qiao, curious about the kid that smelled like a calm night in comparison to the starving desire of so many his age.
He doesn't know more than short words that slip through the whispers between his master and his doctor.
He was biologically normal to a degree, lacking any deformities or physical disorders that would hamper his health in the long run, but everything else was a mystery.
He was an Omega by a technicality, the talisman used to determine it said as much, but his body seemed like it didn't get the memo. His scent glands were irregular, the test he did to induce pheromones by triggering the glands indicating no identifiable pattern.
His sense of smell seems stunted as well, his nose unable to recognize pheromones and scents from other people. He could smell everything else, but his mind was unable to register the scent of people.
His psyche resembled a beta, normalised biolloogical hierarchy meaning nothing to him. An Alpha, a Beta, and an Omega illiciting the same effect of cowering and apology.
They could only surmise that, with the inability for external stimuli to trigger responses, his instincts have become dormant to the point of atrophy, unable to occur properly and be possible at all.
His Shizun tucks this information and keeps all this secret as he plots alone in his office, wondering what to do.
The peak lord of An Ding was an opportunistic man, convinced he had a possible gold mine in his hands.
Shang Not-yet-Qinghua was a coward sure, but seemed completely unaffected by things such as pheromones, the implicit A/B/O hierarchy, and the most key matter to him, Heat.
An Ding needed someone who could keep things going year round through the heat season. The world didn't stop because people got horny. Ironically, things moved fast.
Despite being a Beta, the heat season affected him just as much, not at all immune to the scent of a man in a rut or a guy helplessly desperate for someone to take him there and now.
He can't make him Head Disciple yet, unwilling to due so after accounting for the fact that without pack instincts, Shang Hua was more liable to betray his sect as nothing emotional kept his loyalty bound to it.
When the day he heard off the demon attack that killed all of his fellow disciples in that transport trip, he assumed that witnessing the horrors, he would have enough resentment and malice to demonkind and be loyal to his sect for the opportunity to stop them at any cost.
(He wouldn't realize that the day he made Qinghua an inner disciple, his loyalty had been sworn to someone else.)
To Mobei-Jun, Shang Qinghua should see him as a liability. It was the only sensible thing.
Becoming peak lords, their connection was something that could ruin him if anyone found out. He had already achieved his goal, and Mobei had not. It would have been the perfect moment for any ruthless and calculating opportunist to snip off the ties and sic his sect on him.
It wasn't romance that kept him close, of that he was so sure.
He remembers him in his rut, a state of vulnerability that he was all too aware of being in.
Demon Heat Season was more extreme for their kind, a ravaging internal heat that intensified for months, slowly creeping upon them until a couple paired and disappeared till the season was over, marks all over their body clearly indicating their nasty business.
Mobei-jun had been in his most delicate, a rare submission that would anyone else would have exploited. Traditions of the north used heat as an ideal of romance, the King picking his mate by allowing them to assist in their heat.
Shang Qinghua had helped, just not in the orthodox sense.
As heat season continued, Shang Qinghua wouldn't touch Mobei. He had kept his distance even when Mobei was desperate for Qinghua to be ravaged, his pride blocking him from making the first move.
Yet still, there was nothing. It was as if his king's neediness was nothing in his eyes. He would nurse his king for hours like a paid labourer, and watch him disappear when dawn arrived. He wasn't given what he wanted, and that meant Qinghua wasn't staying for him.
(When the ascension ceremony settled down and he watches Qinghua leave him, he couldn't help but think of the missed opportunities to get him to stay.)
[Hi hello, I feel dizzy right how but I'm typing this out so I won't forget.]
