things I yearn to write:
Lex messes about with cross-dimensional travel in the aftermath of the 2025 film, hoping to land in a universe where he has successfully defeated Superman so he can steal whatever epic superweapon he used to do the deed.
Instead, his dimension-jumper breaks.
And he winds up stuck.
In Omegaverse.
Where he is apparently an Omega (the very concept of which is almost as ridiculous as the apparent new biological rules of this world - Lex Luthor, an Omega? Him?). Living a domestic, rehabilitated, idyllic life, bonded to some boring nobody Alpha called Clark Kent.
This is bad enough. Then Clark Kent casually mentions what the Lex Luthor of this world has known for the past five years: that he is Superman. And Lex realises he is living in his deepest, darkest, Superharem nightmare.
Meanwhile, back in Lex's original universe, a pregnant Lex Luthor rocks up at Clark Kent's door and gives him the shock of his life. Now, Clark has to figure out how to cross the interdimensional barrier and get his Lex back, so as not to unleash him on an unsuspecting universe - while absorbing the ghastly truth that 1) Lex undoubtedly now knows his secret identity, and 2) there is a version of him out there who is genuinely, deeply in love with Lex Luthor and 3) KNOCKED HIM UP
His Lex is, of course, trying to decimate the ENTIRE Omegaverse in vengeance for subjecting to him to such humiliation, while destroying his so-called Alpha to boot. It doesn't matter that Clark keeps being so nice and understanding and gentle (and sad, as he faces the possibility that his Lex might be gone forever). That just makes him weaker. Easier for Lex to defeat.
...Or so Lex might think - if only he could stop drowning in torrid fantasies of this irksome, oversized, puppy-eyed Superman pinning him down and -
Well.
That's just the despicable hormonal cocktail this new universe is subjecting him to. Nothing more.
(It's gonna be reaaaaaal awkward when he finds out that his body, being from a non-Omegaverse universe, isn't nearly so receptive to all the Omegaverse pheromone nonsense, and he's actually just worked himself into a horny mess of horrified denial all on his lonesome).
(It's gonna be more awkward when his Superman reunites Alpha Clark and Omega Lex and yoinks Lex back to a nice, sane reality where no one expects him to dissolve into a whimpering, dick-hungry puddle once a year. This Superman looks at Lex like he should do - like Lex is his enemy, not his husband. Which makes it all the stranger that the fantasies of being manhandled and splayed open and ravished on an alien knot don't stop. And while Lex is so very glad to have escaped the Omegaverse - complete with information that could ruin Superman! - a tiny, despicable part of him misses seeing Clark's smile...)
(How fucking shameful. What useless, sentimental garbage. Obviously, the only thing to do about this is to contrive a shiny new plot to kill his Superman, once and for all.)
I was under the impression that when a non-ABO person crosses over into an omegaverse, their complete lack of obvious smell turns into a blood-crazy killbeast that has to destroy the anomaly.
