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7 A.M - Breakfast
Her papa sent her to school with a prepared breakfast sandwich- lettuce, cheese and yolky fried egg on lightly toasted bread, and she happily nommed on it as she walked to school.
“Walking while eating?” Alya asked when she saw her friend approach. “You must be feeling particularly co-ordinated today!”
“When you’re both late and hungry, there’s not much choice,” Marinette said, a smear of egg on her cheek.
Alya looked halfway to laughing in agreement, but paused when she saw the yellow streak on her friends’ face. “You got some…uh…right there…” she said haltingly, her smile a touch nervous as she crossed her arms.
Marinette rolled her eyes slightly. “Alya, could you-?”
“Ohmigoshyes, stay still.” Alya said, grinning and grabbing Marinette’s shoulders, leaning in to lightly lick her friend’s cheek, then lightly using her finger pads to smear the little bit of saliva off her face.
They got to class, and despite Marinette not smelling anything on herself, Adrien’s nose twitched when they entered the room. He didn’t say anything about it, but it really did feel weird that he just knew.
Growing up in an all Beta household, Marinette had never quite gotten used to the whole ‘scent’ thing that 80% of the population was capable of.
None of it was instinctual to her! She couldn’t understand why her friends wanted to lick her. they just did!
Class presumed, Marinette finishing her breakfast swiftly to begin.
11PM - Home Ec Class
Max shouted in alarm as he accidentally stepped on an eggshell someone had forgotten to pick up, falling backwards, arms flailing and accidentally smacking the back of their forearm into a table on the way down, his dark-rimmed glasses sent skittering across the floor. “Ouch!!”
“Maxy!” Kim dropped the spoon in the soup they were making, rushing to his partners side. “Oh my god, are you okay?!”
“N-no, oww…” he winced, holding their arm and blinking, squinting without his glasses. “I-I think I broke it…”
“Who-?!” Kim griped, looking at the offending object that had hurt his boyfriend. “Who was using eggs and didn’t clean up?!”
“Kim, stop that!!” Max said from within Kim’s arms. “You don’t have to defend my honor, you know how I feel about that sentimental drivel.”
“Maxy-” Kim said, a frown on his face.
“That isn’t important right now, we can assign blame later,” their home ec teacher assured him, falling to her knees to help Max, checking his arm. “Max, can you stand?”
“Yeah, just…bruised my coxies a little, I think. It’s my ulna that hurts!” he winced, holding his arm close to his body as Kim hefted him into his arms. “Kim, I can still walk! This is very undignifying!”
“Babe, please, just let me-” Kim begged.
“Feet, floor, now.” Max said, tone brokering no argument. Kim reluctantly put him back onto the floor.
“Marinette, could you take Max to the nurses’ office, please?” they called.
“R-right, of course,” Marinette said, swiftly handing her bowl and spoon to Rose to keep stirring, taking off her apron to attend to the curly haired boy. “Are sure you can walk, Max? You fell pretty hard there…”
“I’m sure,” Max said, wincing through his first step. “Kim, take my bags, please. I’ll leave Markov with you for updates, okay? I’ll be fine.”
Kim was standing in their little kitchen, holding the tea towel in both hands and wringing it like a stress toy. Then, he fell to his hands and knees, startling both Max and Marinette as he started skittering across the floor, then popping back up with Max’s glasses.
“Here,” he said, blowing a puff of air onto the glasses first, then putting them onto Max’s face. Then, hands still so near, he cupped his boyfriend’s face and planted a kiss on Max that definitely included swapping some spit.
When Kim released him, Max was a little more dazed. “T-thank you, dear…” he blinked rapidly behind his glasses. “Ohhh that works fast…”
Marinette caught Max before he stumbled again, leaning into her as they walked.
It was slow goings, as Max was limping a bit…
“Are you sure you don’t want Kim to come carry you?” Marinette asked, worried.
“He’d make it better, then make it worse when paramedics arrive,” Max said with an affectionate exhale and smile. “Alphas don’t do good when their partners are hurt.”
“What would he have done?”
“Cuddle and kiss me the entire ride to the hospital,” Max chuckled. “Their venom, it leaks into their spit and it’s basically a light painkiller. He only makes it when I’m hurt.”
“Because you’re dating?” Marinette asked as they entered the nurses’ office.
Max nodded. “Affirmitive.” He sat gently on one of the nurses cots as Marinette went to fetch the school nurse. She confirmed a Paramedic would be there shorty, and gave Max an icepack and a temporary arm sling for the time being.
“Marinette, before you go, may I ask you some questions?” Max asked, after the nurse left.
“Hm? Yes, of course.” Marinette said.
“What secondary gender do you think I am?” Max asked. “After today, after Kim…picked me up.”
“You’re a beta, aren’t you?” Marinette asked, head tilting. “I mean…that’s what I thought…?”
A smile blossomed across Max’s face. “I am,” he said, the expression not quite fitting the setting he was in. “I’m a beta! I…I…” Max paused, and tears filled his eyes, spilling over his eyelashes. His head bent, his good hand going to wipe his eyes. “Forgive me, this is…highly illogical of me. Thank you, Marinette.”
“Max…” Marinette glanced around, finding a tissue box and kneeling at his feet, dabbing up the tech geniuses tears. “What’s going on, are you…well, obviously you’re not alright, but…”
“I suppose it’s a bit of…gender euphoria leaking out,” Max said, taking the tissue with a sniff. “To feel so much joy while in so much pain, this paradox…You see, I’m transgender. Assigned Omega at birth, my truest self is a beta. But Kim when lifts me like that, it…on some level, I fear he still thinks of me as an omega…”
“I…had no idea,” Marinette said. “I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to make you come out or-”
“No, Marinette, you’re my friend, a good friend, and…” Max wheezed slightly, tears still falling as he smiled. “You probably understand, how…uncomfortable I find life as an omega to be…”
“Oh, yeah,” Marinette shuddered. “So much licking.”
“It’s unhygienic!” Max said with a sputtering laugh. He barely let Kim lick him…
“He must be very honored, but you shouldn’t worry about Kim lifting you, It’s Kim,” Marinette reminded him. “He’ll try to lift anything and anyone if they asked, Alpha, Beta or Omega.” Marinette giggled, unknowingly within full sight of her next Akuma.
-
Kim stared through the glass window that separated him and his boyfriend, seeing Marinette kneel and wipe his face.
It meant nothing, means nothing! Marinette didn’t know that her hands left a noticeable trace on Max’s eyes, wiping up his tears like she had. The fact she did it without thinking probably made Max really happy…
He turned away from the window, putting his back to it, teeth gritting and wincing. “Stupid!” He groused out, hands gripping his head. “You’re being a big, dumb, stupid alpha again! He doesn’t care, he’s a beta! A beta! Get that through your thick stupid head!”
He didn’t notice the poisonous violet butterfly fluttering down and absorbing into Markov, and a violet overlay overcame Kim’s face.
“Don’t they make a cute couple?” Hawkmoth purred. “She can offer him everything you can’t, with your brute alpha strength and stupid instincts…If you want to keep your beloved Beta, you know what would fix everything…?”
“I’m…going to make this entire world…a world of Betas!” Kim resolved.
“BetaMale, accept this power, and in exchange, take down Ladybug and Chat Noir!”
“Yes, Hawkmoth.” Kim said lowly, eyes closing as a purple and black magic overtook him.
BetaMale stood in slate grey slacks and a white t-shirt with a greek 𝜷 on it, Markov forming into futuristic glasses on his face with hologram lenses.
-
From behind the nursing room glass, Marinette squawked slightly, seeing a poisonous purple butterfly fluttering down. She froze momentarily. Max was right there behind her!
“Marinette?” Max asked, seeing the girl not leaving. “What’s going on?”
“...Kim’sbeingakumatizedrightthissecond!” Marinette said quickly, rushing back to Max, jogging in place and fingernails between her teeth.
“Kim?! Right-?! There’s a 99% chance he’s coming for me, HIDE!!” Max shouted, sitting up in bed with a wince.
Marinette did so, diving under a distant nurse cot just as the door to the room burst in, BetaMale behind it.
“Babe, don’t move!” He said, a grin on his face.
“Kim, you can’t let Hawkmoth-ack!”
A white beam shot out from Kim’s glasses, hitting Max squarely, and he inhaled sharply. “Yuh…you…?”
BetaMale rushed forward, gently hugging the already-injured boy, careful not to hurt his arm, and then held him at arms length. “Every alpha instinct you hate in me is gone.”
“Kim, no, I didn’t hate any part of you,” Max insisted.
“You don’t have to lie for my feelings anymore,” BetaMale assured him. “I think with my head and not my stupid meat headed instincts, now! And soon, the whole will, too. Nobody will lick you anymore! Nobody will be slaves to their instincts, it’ll be a world of Beta’s!”
“No…No, Kim, that’s not what I want!” Max said, his horror too deep for any sort of Euphoria to poke through with the change in his body.
“You just can’t see the vision,” BetaMale insisted, straightening his glasses. “When that world is here, you’ll agree with me that it’s better!”
“Kim-!”
BetaMale gently swept Max off his feet, and whisked him away.
“Where do you think he’s taking Max?!” Tiki asked, alarmed under the nurse cot with Marinette.
“Knowing how sweet he is usually, I’d say directly to the hospital,” Marinette said. “No time to lose, we have 80% of the population to save! Tiki, Spots On!”
12 PM - Lunch
When Ladybug leapt out of the nursing office, there were a pile of high school students on the upper balcony. Her class, being let out of home ec!
“Whoa! Is everyone okay?” Ladybug asked, worriedly approaching.
“W-was that an Akuma?” Adrien blinked, confused and feeling along his arms. Something didn’t feel right, his body hair felt too…stiff. It felt heavier in weird places. “What did it- huh?!” Adrien shifted his hips slightly as he accepted an outstretched hand from Ladybug to stand up, and he collapsed to his hip and screamed as he felt something unfamiliar between his thighs, hands flying to his crotch with a red face. “What did he do?!”
“He turned you all into Betas,” Ladybug said, again reaching to help the blonde to his feet. Adrien inhaled sharply, realizing he was actually a little taller than Ladybug now when before, he was eye level with her eyebrow.
The extra height made him dizzy suddenly, and inhaling sharply, a deep pit of anxiety opened up.
He inhaled again, sniffing deeply. “It’s gone,” he said, hands covering his nose. He looked at Nino, equally horrified. Nino tilted into Adrien and Adrien into Nino, noses directly in each others’ necks, breathing in and…
“Fuuuck that’s…” Nino swore, looking green.
Marc was sobbing in Nathaniel’s arms when they felt their lack of Omegan anatomy, downright inconsolable as they wailed in their Beta boyfriends’ hold. Juleka and Rose were tightly wound together as well, Juleka crying all her eye make up off as she fruitlessly bit into Rose’s skin with zero effect, while Mylene, already a beta, was withstanding Ivan’s anxiety fueled licking on her cheeks.
Nino ran to the edge of the balcony to vomit, his chest feeling weak and his senses dulled.
“Ladybug, please stop that Akuma!” Adrien begged, hands between his thighs again, that soft thing in his panties feeling insanely uncomfortable…
Ladybug leapt off into Paris, and Adrien ran into the bathroom, shoving his pants down the second he was alone in a stall. “Gah! It’s gone!! My pussy!” He gasped, tears springing to his eyes. He poked at the hanging, hairy things beneath his shaft, and the fuzzy trail of hair that was usually not there on his lower stomach, connecting his belly button and pubic hair. “These…things…”
“Those are called testicles,” Plagg said, on Adrien’s shoulders. “They carry all your sperm.”
“Huuurk-” Adrien gagged, pulling his pants back up and vomiting it directly into the toilet bowl. The very idea he now had sperm…he swore he could feel them wiggling inside the testicles he wanted to Cataclysm off himself! “I don’t…like this! We have to stop Kim before I crawl out of my skin! Plagg, Claws Out!” He called, immensely distressed.
-
Ladybug called Chat when she got to the hospital, several screaming civilians rushing out in panic. “Chat Noir! Where are you?!”
“I’m-ack!- almost-” Chat grunted over the line. “TheReEeEe!!” Chat suddenly fell flat on his face right beside her, having pogo-sticked and belly flopped there. “Hi, Ladybug.” he said, face flat to the rooftop.
“Hi, Chatton,” Ladybug greeted, gently pulling the feline to an unsteady stand. “What’s going o-oh…” she trailed off, seeing that Chat was significantly taller and buffer than previously. The significant about of testosterone and lack of estrogen made it obvious, Chat Noir was now a Beta.
“I got hit,” Chat confessed, hands up. “I feel…half blind.” He shuddered.
“We’ll get your body back the way it’s meant to be,” Ladybug promised.
“Please,” Chat begged. “I didn’t know dysphoria could feel so…ugh…” He shook his head, disgusted.
“Lucky Charm!” Ladybug called, and a laptop fell into her hands. “Ah?” She blinked. “...I know who exactly we need! Chat, you go distract BetaMale!”
“I’ll try…” Chat said, uneasy. “I have testicles now, and they’re stupid sensitive. I can’t even wear my normal underwear, they fall out!”
“Just don’t try the splits and you’ll be fine.” Ladybug assured him, leaping to run straight to the emergency room for Max.
“Awe man…” Chat grumbled, ears down turned as he ran to search out BetaMale.
-
He swallowed, and felt an Adams Apple slide against the inside of his collar, and the slight pressure made Chat choke and accidentally catch BetaMale’s attention too early, ruining his surprise attack.
‘I hate this,’ Chat thought, quickly exchanging blows with BetaMale as he rushed forward. He’d already been hit, so it was just a matter of keeping Kim occupied and away from Alphas and Omegas in the hospital. ‘I really hate this!!’
“What’s wrong, lost all your jokes?” BetaMale asked, catching Chat’s staff in mid air.
“My sense of humor must’ve been stored in my womb!” Chat said bitterly, holding onto the staff and lifting himself, throwing both his heels directly into BetaMale’s face, hoping to maybe break his glasses…
But, Max didn’t make Markov easy to break, and their akumatized form proved too strong for just a heel kick to do it.
When BetaMale flew backwards, Chat didn’t immediately run at him again. He stood there, hands gripping his staff, arms straight…
“I…I don’t…have a womb…” Chat realized, a hand going to his lower stomach, remembering the trail of hair that now rested beneath his palm. “I…I can’t…” Chat felt dizzy. He had to get to BetaMale! He could reverse this!
But his brain just couldn’t process the dullness of his senses as a beta, the strangeness of his limbs, effected in both massive and minor ways by the way Beta Bodies and Omega Bodies just were. Thicker hair on his body, less thick hair on his head, the entire missing organ, the hair on his arms being pressed down by the suit, his added height, the sweat gathering on his back and making the hair there stick to-
Chat wanted to shave and wax his entire fucking body. He collapsed to the floor, arms holding himself. He couldn’t even call Viperion to come bite him- what would he do if he saw a beta Chat!? Could he even make venom for a Beta?!
Thoughts of his love made fresh tears spring from his eyes, gloved hands covering his face. “I-I can’t-!! I wanted to be a mother!!” he sobbed in anguish. “I w-wanted a big f-family! I wanted to be pregnant!!”
“Now, BetaMale!” Hawkmoth encouraged. “While he’s down, get his Miraculous!”
But, BetaMale didn’t move.
In front of his eyes wasn’t just the weeping Chat Noir, on his knees and holding his barren stomach. Inside his Markov Glasses, he could see Max, sobbing in that hospital bed he’d left him in.
"I’m sorry, Kim. I know that I’m a Beta but you’re still an alpha and…There are things you need from me as your partner, regardless of my gender presentation. I was being selfish, I should have let you carry me, I shouldn’t have shouted at you in the classroom! But you can’t do this, you’re hurting so many people, I would never wish this kind of dysphoria on anybody!” Max swore, eyes red behind his glasses. “I-I can’t…enjoy this, knowing that now there are…hundreds of alpha’s and omega’s now going through what I felt in my worst moments."
BetaMale remembered those ‘worst moments’ quite clearly.
When Max’s heat came because he’d forgotten his medication, going through that heat begging for Kim to not get him pregnant and ruin his future at Cambridge, then the constant cellphone reminders and anxiety Max had in regards to his medication afterwards. He had multiple failsafes to ensure he took it every day, now, but he still worried…
That minor pregnancy scare that had Max refusing to eat the day before they went to the vaginal health clinic for test results.
Max quietly shutting down, pretending his feelings weren’t hurt when someone said he was ‘too young’ to make such a choice on the body he inhabited…
“He doesn’t know what he’s talking about!” Hawkmoth growled into his ear.
BetaMale winced back, a hand lifting to his furrowed brow, touching the futuristic glasses.
Max liked to pretend he didn’t have feelings, but Kim had seen him cry more than once over the course of their relationship, and Max’s cries of never wanting to be pregnant sounded exactly like Chat’s did at this moment, absolutely shattered that his body couldn’t ever get pregnant.
BetaMale walked forward, sliding the glasses off his nose and ignoring Hawkmoth screaming in his ear. “I…shouldn’t ever act like you don’t know what’s best for you.” He said, reaching for Chat’s hand, the one with the ring on it, and putting the glasses directly into his palm.
Chat broke them with a whispered and grateful ‘Cataclysm, throwing his arms around the larger alpha in gratitude.
Kim didn’t lift his own arms to hug back, the feline bouncing out immediately. Kim captured the butterfly in his own cupped hands, holding it as he slowly walked back to the ER.
Ladybug found him, skidding to a stop infront of him. This hospital was a labyrinth! “Kim!!”
He lifted his hands and opened them, allowing the butterfly to be caught. “Miraculous Ladybugs!”
“...Doing this was probably the most lunk-headed alpha thing I could have done, huh?” Kim asked, rubbing the back of his neck. “Acting like I knew better…”
“Maybe,” Ladybug sighed, smiling at Kim. “But you learned your lesson quick, Kim. It’s not even the end of lunch hour, yet.”
“Yeah…I just hope Max can forgive me…”
“Well, he’s back there getting his cast done,” Ladybug said, pointing into the ER. “You should talk to him.”
Her earrings began to beep.
“Ah? Gotta hop out! Oh, wait, say, where did Chat-?”
“He left, probably to go see Viperion,” Kim said with a huff. “He…he was really freaked out with what I did to him. Can you tell him I’m sorry? Or I can totally tell him in person, if he’s…willing…”
“I’ll let him know,” Ladybug promised. “Bye, Kim!”
Paris’s greatest hero leapt away, and Kim shamefully slunk into the ER, Markov flying at his shoulder.
Max was sitting in bed, tears still coming down his face as he entered. “Kim, they have to reset my bone, it was a clean break of the middle ulna.”
“Max, I’m-”
“I know,” Max said. “You should go use the facilities while you can, I’ll need to use you as a better cushion, I’ve also bruised my coxies and I’d rather sit in your lap for the ordeal ahead. They have to give me morphine, set the bone and do the cast, so it’ll be a while.”
Kim’s face paused, then lightened. “I’ll be right back, Maxy!” He promised, running to the bathroom.
-
1PM - Science Lab
Marinette scarfed down her lunch in the starting minutes of class, before Mrs.Mendeleiev even arrived, but she noticed a certain lack of blonde in the room when the teacher did stroll in.
“Where’s Adrien?” Marinette asked in a whisper, curious.
“He said he needed to ‘feel like an omega’ again, and then ran towards the Liberty,” Alya shrugged.
Marinette nodded in understanding, turning her attention back to the class at hand…
-
3:30 PM
“We’re all signing a ‘Get Well’ card for Max,” Marinette said, approaching Nathaniel with the card. “He’s coming back tomorrow!”
“Tomorrow?” Nathaniel said, astonished as he took the card to sign. “That guy can’t skip a day, can he?”
“Education and knowledge are the most important thing to him, right next to Kim,” Marinette giggled. “How’s Marc?”
“Being an Omega is important for them,” Nathaniel said. “Marc thought about and considered their primary gender so much, of course they’d also consider their secondary equally. Having that taken away really freaked them out but getting it back is leading to a new level of appreciation.”
“I never really considered if I was happy being who I am,” Marinette thought. “...I’m happy I’m a beta and a woman,” She said confidently. “I appreciate the simplicity of it.”
Nathaniel smiled. “You do you, Marinette. I like my womb and penis combo.”
“Nathaniel, gross!” Marinette snickered. “See you tomorrow, I’m bringing cake for Max’s return!”
“Awesome, I love your guys’ cakes,” Nathaniel hummed, smiling widely as the girl left with the get-well card.
She was mostly down the stairs when she walked into Adrien in the middle of the stairwell, causing them to stumble down the last two flights of stairs. Adrien hadn’t seen her coming, too preoccupied on the phone with someone, defending skipping school to see his boyfriend. “It was an emergenc-ah!” Adrien turned, and accidentally took half a step too far into Marinette’s walking path when she wasn’t paying attention.
Marinette threw her hands out to stop herself from going chin-first into the concrete, and gave herself a nasty scrape along the heel of her palm for the trouble. “Ouch! Ough, s-sorry!” She apologized, sitting up next to Adrien. “Are you okay?!”
“Y-yeah,” Adrien groaned lightly, sitting up. “I’m not next for a cas- Marinette, you’re bleeding!” He gasped, hurrying to a stand and pulling Marinette up. “Who takes the Nurses Aide to the nurses room?!”
“I’ll be fine, it’s just a scrape,” she winced, taking a better look of her hand, brushing off the minimal bit of gravel in the wound. “Ouch…”
Adrien had that same look Alya had that morning, seeing the yolk on her cheek, staring at her hand, jaw subtly going back and forth. Adrien was drooling inside his own mouth, wanting to lick her wound better.
“Omega saliva has like, healing properties, right?” Marinette asked. “Because you bite your mate’s throat.”
“Ah? Yeah, it’s not as strong as an alpha’s but there is some effect…?” Adrien said, swallowing back his drool. Marinette didn’t like being-
Marinette held out her slightly bleeding hand. “Would you mind?”
Adrien’s eyes went wide. “Are…you sure? You normally hate being licked…”
“Maybe ‘hate’ is a strong word,” Marinette said. “I still don’t like it on, like, my neck or near my ears, but I can give you guys my hands and, if you ask, my cheeks.”
“Why the change in heart?” Adrien asked.
“I just…” Marinette considered. “You guys are omegas and alphas and sometimes I don’t understand what that means, but you guys say licking me is a part of friendship for omegas and alphas and…I truly do not get it, but I should believe you when you tell me so. I just want some ground rules.”
Adrien grinned, hands together in a single fist and clenching. “Can I get a finger every morning?” He requested, hands flat together in a begging prayer.
“I’ll reserve this one for you every morning,” Marinette promised, holding up her ring finger. “I have a feeling the other nine slots will be filled eventually.”
“You do have a lot of friends,” Adrien laughed. He gently took Marinette’s injured palm and spit into it, rubbing it in with his fingers.
“Oh, wow that really does work fast…” Marinette marveled, the sting taken out immediately. “And alpha’s saliva is better than this?”
“It would stop bleeding almost immediately if it was Luka,” Adrien chuckled. “I’ve gotten enough of it to be familiar.”
“Good to know,” Marinette smiled. “I have a get well card for Max if you wanna overcome your hatred of autographs.”
“For Max, of course.” Adrien said, nodding. He signed and they parted ways, Adrien to fencing practice and Marinette to home.
She collapsed into her chaise lounge, exhausted, glad her day was done with for the most part.
Somewhere else in the attics of Paris glowered a particularly Condom-Headed villain, head bowing in defeat. "The Euphoria you may feel in my defeat is only temporary, Ladybug..." He swore as the telescopic window shades drew closed.
"Sir," A voice said behind him. "I just picked up Adrien from fencing, but he skipped his entire afternoon of school to be with Luka Couffaine to 'feel like an omega' again, and they didn't use condoms."
"...WHAT!?"