Summary: Dominic, an alpha, has just moved to Teignmouth to teach A-Level sociology. There, he meets a bright young student named Matthew.
WARNINGS: Omegaverse, mpreg, teacher/student relationship, mentions of violence, abuse, and non-con. Really anything is possible. No non-con between the main pairing, though.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse but I did create this universe so please no stealing.
Author's Note: This fic has been in the making for quite some time. I started thinking up this universe about a year ago, and the plot about six months ago. It was originally going to be Johnlock but then I realized this fandom needs some more omegaverse. I hope you all enjoy c:
The long halls of the school were completely foreign to Dr. Dominic Howard as he carried his notes and laptop in one hand and coffee mug in the other, making his way to the classroom that was marked on the sheet of paper the department director had hastily given to him not 20 minutes earlier.
After two BSc’s, an MSc, and a PhD, Dom probably belonged in a high end university like Cambridge doing scholarly research, but instead, he found himself volunteering to teach A-Level sociology at a small school in Teignmouth.
It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. It was the first opportunity he had to get out of the village he’d been living in for the past four years with his now ex-husband, so he took it. When his mate had called him up and mentioned an opening at the school, he took it without hesitation. Anything to get him away from the manipulative and abusive beta he’d once been in love with. The move was a blessing, and the flat he managed to acquire had a nice view of the pier and hills that jutted out into the English Channel, the perfect image to gaze at as he worked on his independent research.
Sighing as he reached the classroom, Dom set his things down and plugged his laptop in, preparing his lectures for the day. The environment was quite different from the universities he occasionally guest-lectured in. The students that shuffled in all wore neutral uniforms, their individualities expressed through things like their hair and shoes. It reminded Dom too much of his college days, of such a lack of freedom he could not bear it. Soon, he thought to himself, these kids would be off doing their own thing, not stuck in this grey classroom being forced to work when they’d all much rather be out doing nothing at all. Although he was 29, Dom was all too familiar with it all.
Checking the clock and nodding to himself, Dom started his lecture right away, never one to waste time on silly introductions. These students had huge exams at the end of the year, and hearing all about their teacher’s silly life had nothing to do with those exams.
This was how the entire day went. Groups of teenagers shuffled in and out of his classroom, bags full of heavy textbooks and spiral notebooks. As the last class of the day walked out, handing their first assignments to him at the door, one student caught Dom’s eye. He was a small beta boy, short and way too thin to be healthy.
“Have a good day, Sir,” the boy said politely, nodding and handing him his assignment.
“Matthew,” said the boy. “Matthew Bellamy.”
“You too, Matthew,” replied Dom, giving his student a smile.
And then he was left alone again, in his empty classroom, from which he would go to his empty car to his empty flat and enjoy his boring, empty life.
Cracking his neck, Dom poured himself his third glass of wine of the night, continuing to type away on his laptop. It was a Saturday, his fifth in Teignmouth. The past month at the school had gone by quickly and quietly, and Dom was rather enjoying his life there. Now, he had a tabby cat named Hendrix to keep him company, so he felt a bit less empty.
The work was enjoyable as well. All his students were hard-workers; of course they were teenagers, and acted so at any opportunity given, but overall, he was very lucky. He had especially taken a liking to Matthew Bellamy, or Matt, as he quickly had learned. The student was one of the brightest he’d ever met, already expressing interest in material far beyond the level required for the A-Level exams. Dom found no problem with supplying the boy with as many articles and readings as he could find: anything to keep the young boy interested in the social sciences.
As Dom continued writing his newest work, an email notification came up. It was from Matt.
“Hi Dr. Howard,” it read. “I was reading the article you gave me on secondary gender relationships in the professional workplace and was really interested. Are there any other readings you’d suggest?”
Dom smiled, quickly responding with a link to one of his own writings. “Hope you enjoy,” he added to the email, clicking send before going back to his document where he was currently writing about the same exact topic.
As he worked that night with Hendrix at his side, he realized just how important his work was to him. Being an alpha in the social sciences was rare, especially a male alpha. It was seen more as a beta’s subject, an objective science that could be looked at through lenses that weren’t fogged by lust and the need to bed an omega at any given chance.
Dom wasn’t like that though. Growing up in a broken home with omega twin siblings, he was incredibly controlled in his manner. His mum used to joke about him really being a beta on the inside, never seeming to be affected when omegas around him were nearing their heats. It was part of the reason he did so much volunteering at the omega shelters. He had the compassion and intelligence to understand their situations and the control to be around them as they entered their heats. The discrimination, oppression, and past genocide of omegas was what he wrote his entire thesis on, one of the first to ever do so. He cared so much about it. He didn’t want one more person to experience the prejudice his little brother and sister had from their father the first time they went into heat. He couldn’t stand watching his siblings scream and cry as their father pulled them away from the comforting arms of their omega mother, just to lock them in separate rooms with nothing but their own bodies to get them through their first heat.
Finishing his third glass of wine, Dom shut his laptop. Just thinking about growing up in his household got him riled up. Luckily, his brother and sister were safe now, his brother bonded and expecting, and his sister dating a wonderful beta. His mum was divorced from the despicable human being that he refused to call his father, and Dom could finally sleep knowing his family was all safe.
As Dom walked into the teacher’s lounge one day, his nose crinkled at the reeking smell of recently-bonded alpha. Preparing himself, he popped his earbuds in as he sat down at a table in the corner to eat his lunch, trying to ignore the snide, sexist remarks his alpha colleagues were making about their mates.
He was halfway through his salad when an especially loud comment came from the recently-bonded alpha, a maths teacher named Julia.
“She put up such a fight when I first made the bite. It’s like she didn’t want me to do it or something. The fuck is with omegas these days and thinking it’s okay to not want to be bonded?”
Dom was furious, quickly standing up, his chair falling in the process. He ripped his earbuds out and turned to the group of alphas. “Maybe because they’re human beings and they’re sick of the institutionalized sexism that surrounds their secondary gender?!”
One of the alphas rolled his eyes, mumbling “Here we go again” as Dom approached them.
“It’s alphas like you that are the reason these people almost went extinct. Alphas that think it’s okay to use violence toward a person you should love and cherish.”
“People?” exclaimed Julia. “They’re just omegas. Good for breeding and that’s it. You don’t see omegas making any proper contribution to the world, do you?”
Dom could do nothing but roll his eyes, astounded by how ignorant people were. “Maybe that’s because they have no way of achieving social mobility because of stupid, irrational rules that alphas create. I can guarantee you, this school would be filled with omegas if they were allowed to even enroll in the first place.”
“Okay, sure mate,” said Frank, another maths teacher. “You keep telling yourself that.” And then the group turned themselves away from Dom, completely cutting him off.
Filled to the brim with anger, Dom took his lunch elsewhere, out to the courtyard where he could eat in peace and quiet. He watched as a few pigeons pecked at breadcrumbs on the ground, just minding their own business. Dom wondered why humans couldn’t be that way, but of course, humans were humans, conflict was unavoidable.
Picking up his things and tossing a few scraps in the rubbish bin, the teacher made his way back to his classroom, where he waited for his next class to begin.
“Dr. Howard?” came a voice after a quiet knock on the door.
Dom looked up, waving Matt Bellamy in. “Hey Matt, what can I do for you?”
The boy walked in, setting his bag down on one of the tables. “Can I work in here for the remainder of the day? I’m out early and wanted a quiet place to get things done. Home doesn’t really offer that kind of environment.”
“Of course! I have a couple more classes to teach, so as long as that doesn’t bother you, feel free to take a seat at one of the back tables.”
Matt smiled, nodded, and sat down, immediately pulling out an almost full spiral notebook. Dom watched him for a few moments before heading back and finishing up the final touches for his lessons.
This was how the next couple of months went. Matt would come in and quietly work on his own things while Dom taught, and at the end of the day, they would have lengthy discussions about whatever it was Matt was working on before parting ways to go home.
Dom enjoyed it all very much. Although he knew he was Matt’s teacher and nothing more, he thought of Matt as his one true friend in Teignmouth. The boy was bright and eager to learn, and made Dom’s afternoons incredibly pleasant.
“So, have you started looking at unis?” Dom asked one day in early December, the last day before the holiday started.
“Yeah,” said Matt, nodding. “Bath is top of the list right now, seeing as Cambridge is probably impossible. We’ll see if I get the marks. If all else fails and my dad doesn’t want me to go far, I’ll probably stick with Exeter.”
Dom smiled, sitting down next to the boy. “I think you should go for Cambridge,” he said.
Matt looked shocked. “There’s no way.”
“I think it’s very likely they’d want you for their program. It’s elite and challenging. I am positive you’d fit in perfectly there. That’s where I went for undergraduate.”
“Yes, but, you’re a genius in the sociology world.”
“The idea of ‘genius’ is a social construction,” replied Dom with a wink. “Trust me, you would get an offer. Definitely conditional, maybe even unconditional if you ask a certain someone for a reference.”
“I don’t think so,” said Matt.
Dom shrugged, standing up and lightly touching Matt’s back. “You never know until you try.” With that, he left his student to finish his studies and went back to his desk to organize his things. “I’m going to go grab a few things from the library,” he said. “I’ll be back in a few minutes to lock up, you okay here?”
“Yeah,” said Matt. “Just finishing up this proposal. Have a nice Christmas, Sir.”
“You too, Matt. I’ll see you in the New Year, cheers.”
It took Dom about ten minutes to get the things he needed in the library. The school was almost completely empty, with just a few stray staff members gathering up the things they needed for the long holiday. The social science department was completely deserted as Dom walked through on the way back to his classroom. As he walked in, shutting the door behind him, he felt as if something was off.
“Matt?” he called, looking around. The boy’s bag was still set on one of the tall tables, but he was no where to be seen. Dom walked around, coming to a sudden halt when he rounded the front of the table. The stool was knocked over and Matt was on the ground, trembling. “Holy shit,” Dom whispered, rushing forward and immediately going through his brain, trying to remember what the hell to do when someone was having a seizure. As he got closer, a wave of something sweet flew to his nose. He froze, the realization suddenly hitting him; Matthew was an omega in heat.