Crossposting my moshang age gap omegaverse mating run brainrot at the behest of my moshang wife
Omegaverse culture where once you turn a certain age (18 or 20 or whatever sucks your dick), you’re expected to participate in a mating run. And if you don’t get mated one year, you run the next year. It’s intended to ensure everyone gets paired off.Â
Enter omega sqh, who’s like. Bro for one thing, I do not want to end up with one of my agemates, have you seen these guys? Half of them I’ve seen making fart jokes, the other half probably bullied me. Ew. And also, he likes being on his own, no longer subject to the pressure of what he should be. He just got away from his family - why would he want to get stuck with some stupid knot head who thinks he should clean the house or stop enjoying video games (assuming this is modern au, idk substitute it with something else if you prefer historical au)??
So he decides he’s gonna try his hardest not to get caught. Like, at all. Ever. He’s skeptical of his plan at first, but in his first mating run, his combination of speedy, cowardly get-away tricks and ability to hole himself up in a good hiding spot for a long time ensures that he’s a-okay for the duration of the run. It seems like easy street from there - keep evading everyone in the annual runs, and eventually either he’ll be old enough that alphas won’t even bother to chase him anymore for preference of their younger, prettier agemates, or he’ll be old enough that the run organizers will feel too awkward to keep forcing him to continue running.Â
And for a while, it works. Year after year, sqh runs better than any before or since. Even the few who might like an older omega start to drop off after a while, writing him off as an impossible chase. Ten years in, at the truly ancient and prehistoric age of 30 or so, sqh thinks he’s in for another year of getting to curl up in a tree stump somewhere with a book and no one pursuing him.Â
Mbj, ready for his first run, whose heart is set on the best omega. Whether he’s a prince or an heir to a company or whatever, he knows he wants the strongest andÂ
cleverest and overall best at his side. He disdains the pretty, flirty young things in his age group; he passes over the omegas with sharp glints in their eyes, on their second or third runs, desperate for a worthy alpha, who will surely let themselves be caught easily by him to attach themselves to his family fortune.Â
Unbeknownst to sqh, lazily stretching without a care in the world, mbj is absolutely SET on him.
He sneers at his fellow agemates, who jostle and joke about the uncatchable omega; less competition is fine by him, but they are fools if they think an easier to catch omega is of higher quality. Ten years. Ten years!! Uncaught by alphas of arguably better physique, using his wit and skill to evade capture. One who doesn’t even bother to glance at mbj, assured of his future success. This one has strength, intelligence, and a fierce independence he can admire. Being older by a decade is no matter to him - if anything, he’d rather have someone with life experience. Mbj hates to be the one to break such an impressive streak, but he must if he wants to have this beguiling creature. (Sqh, picking some dirt out of his fingernail: I wonder if writing a sevensome is gonna be too much to keep track of)
The run starts, and Sqh is immediately aware that something is wrong. Namely, that there’s a prickle on the nape of his neck warning him that someone is staring him down like a starving wolf and his cute little ass is a juicy raw steak. Which is so fucking weird, because like, don’t most of these kids think 30 is like, elderly? Who the hell is trying to watch him? But he shakes it off and books it, confident that the alpha will lose interest after a few hours of being led in circles only to come out fruitless, like most do.
Anyway. Many many hours later, still free but completely flustered and bamboozled, sqh is still having to double back and leave fake trails and set traps and not be ensconced in a shady little cave somewhere with some good porn, because the alpha! Is still! Following him!!! If anything, the boy is more determined than ever, when sqh can catch his scent on the wind - like the difficulty of the chase is drawing him in tighter and tighter, a net snared around his neck that chokes further with their struggles.Â
From here it’s a choose your own adventure - whether mbj fails this year and for the next two, growing more and more obsessed with every lost chase, until sqh finally runs out of tricks and mbj falls upon him like a beast starved; or, if sqh gets unlucky in classic sv fashion and makes mistake that has him dealing with an assful of grabby, oppressive young man whose lust and naive determination makes sqh feel like some kind of dirty old man for sitting there and taking it.
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