Pairing: USUK Rating: T+ Warnings: omegaverse, alpha!Alfred/omega!Arthur, heat cycles Summary: The least damsel-esque omega Alfred has ever seen is about to need some rescuing… and Alfred’s about to be in a world of hurt. Word count: ~2400
Alfred F. Jones has been working out at the same gym since he moved to the city after college. He has always been very athletic, even for an alpha. Now, at twenty-three years old, having no mate (having never had even a long-term relationship) he has a lot of pent-up energy to work off and most of his evenings are spent exercising.
Like most public gyms, this one releases a fine mist of chemicals into the air which are meant to dull the scent and sense of smell of its patrons. But, like most public gyms, the patrons of this one have self-segregated and it’s mainly known as a gym that alphas and betas frequent. Even with the scent suppressants, most omegas and many betas prefer to exercise without the presence of too many alphas. Conversely, many alphas find it less distracting to work out with only other alphas and betas.
That’s fine, but even so, Alfred firmly believes that everyone should be able to do whatever they want, go wherever they want, and be whoever they want—though many might disagree and say an omega’s place is at home or that they should only be out with their mate or an alpha family member. But Alfred is certain that everyone has the right to make their way in the world regardless of type and it’s a right he would fight to defend if ever the situation arose. So, of course, he doesn’t care about which types frequent the same gym as he does.
He just wishes that one particular omega didn’t apparently share his political views.
