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(BL)Alpha Made

The world is diverse and flourishing. Humanity has changed, and with it, brought in a new era of prosperity. Males and females still exist, but the spectrum from which humanity is cast has broadened. With the introduction of alpha, omega, and beta, humanity has evolved even further. In such a word, Dr. Andrew Knox, known environmental researcher, is happy being a beta male. It has made his life easier by being middle ground, and as much as some wish he was one way or the other, he’s happy being who he is. Thriving even. He works in a world renowned research facility. He makes friends easily, and his projects are always funded. He even found someone who he thinks he could end up marrying if things continue in the right direction. That, and the vacant house next to his apartment building gets bought by a new neighbour. A cute, but cautious omega who relies on Andrew as a beta for help. Andrew couldn’t be happier. He loves being a helper, and loves when people rely on him. All in all, Andrew really thinks he has everything made. That is, until a research project with shoddy data is thrown back into his face that he has no recollection of working on, and all of his reputation disintegrates in between one heartbeat and the next. Heartbroken, it isn’t until Andrew wakes up, chained to a wall that everything becomes clear. He becomes a test subject to one of the scientists that he trusted. That he expected would never harm him. The life he had known, where he was a respected researcher was ripped out from underneath him. His identity and everything he’s ever known is stolen from him from a crazed researcher who he had trusted, maybe even loved. He has to relearn who he is, what he is, from scratch. Thankfully, he has one person in his corner. He just never expected to have to rely on someone whose shoulders were so small. This is an a/b/o story, and will have those tropes associated with it. I hope you enjoy :)

CalyB · LGBT+
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A freak like me

Andrew stared at Maxwell, and the way he was holding the cookie with two hands. A part of him relaxed, a part he hadn't even been aware was tense. 

"How's the cookie?" He asked, smiling at the other man. Maxwell's shoulders immediately tensed, but he nodded. 

"It's good." He said, munching quietly and Andrew's heart squeezed in his chest. He liked watching him enjoy something that he had made. It made a part of him relax, bring his shoulders down. Provide a comfort he hadn't expected. 

"Good." Andrew said, smiling. Maxwell glanced at him, before quickening his pace until the cookie was gone. Then, he dusted his hands off, and wiped at the corners of his mouth with his fingers, cleaning up any crumbs. Andrew watched him warmly. 

"Andrew, why did you let my Father into the house?" He asked, tense, and Andrew shrugged.