My first Omegaverse story, though I have read many stories and doujins on this. Its my first time writing about it

There aren't enough EreJean Omega fics which I find very dissappointing

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Jean sighed heavily as he entered the classroom quietly, attending his first day as a college student. Part of him had never thought he would make it into college, but here he was. Blood, sweat, tears and lack of sleep had all but gotten him here in the end. Sitting by his desk for hours studying, putting his social life on the line. He had finally made it into college.

There had been days he had wanted to tear his hair out and had breakdowns about his future. His mother often having to calm him and reassure him things would be ok. Knowing how much all of this had meant to Jean, due to his insecurities he had harboured as a child. If not for her, he would have quit trying a long time ago.

God knows, he never thought he would ever get this far when he was younger. Seeing himself as a nothing but a loser, having been told so by everyone for most of his childhood. Being treated as the neighbourhood joke and punching bag. Rarely finding a moments peace to himself hen he wasn't being harassed by others.

He had been in the top 5 for academics in high school, but had ranked under the likes of Armin, Annie, Mikasa and Reiner. Ranking in 5th which was still pretty low by his standards. But everything he managed to achieve in school was from hard work, studying and focus. Plus the support of his friends and mother, pushing him along.

However, his mother had praised him proudly crying her eyes out with joy. His best friend Marco suggesting they go out and celebrate. Saying how Jean's hard work had paid off in the end. It was rare anyone like him ever got more than a part time job or succeeded in anything. Try as he might, he would never truly be able to achieve as highly as those above him.

Being treated as the scapegoat of society that was only here for one thing. To continue the species and remain loyal or subservient to the Alpha's that ran the world in the first place. Having to tolerate endless harassment, both physical and emotional abuse from others because of who he was, as emotionally traumatizing as it had been growing up.

Because, he was an Omega. Compared to the likes of Alpha's who flawlessly achieved in everything, he had to work twice as hard just to reach their damn level. It was incredibly frustrating. Wanting to prove he was more than what his breed were stereotyped to be. Underachievers or bottom feeders while being ruled over by Alpha's.

However, nobody knew Jean was an Omega aside from his mother and childhood friend Marco. Keeping it a deadly secret considering his family were renowned for being Beta's. He was a rare breed in a family of average people. He was an Omega, meaning one day he would find his fated Alpha and bare their child, or impregnate them to produce a child.

It was the fate of all Alpha's, to find their mate and make a family with them. It was what all Alpha's dreamed about, their eventual destiny with them fated Alpha. Though to many others it sounded ridiculous. Romanticizing about the fact they were simply there to procreate with a higher status breed to continue a race of beings.

But Jean wasn't like other Omega's, he had known that since he was young. Always aware he was different, that his path as an Omega would not be as easy as most others like himself. Though he was an Omega, Jean was a rare omega. If born female, most were heterosexual and paired with a male Alpha to produce their offspring and create a family together.

If born a female homosexual Omega, they would mate with a female Alpha and somehow procreate. Since they lacked the anatomy to impregnate one another, but were still fated to be together. Sure they dealt with more harassment than most others because of being women, but they were none the less able to find their fated partner in life.

Male Omega's would mate with a female Alpha and produce children with them. Starting a family together with the female defending her mate and keeping him safe from harm. Everyone knew the whole story behind homosexual alpha's and omega's. The male Omega's were able to procreate, being born with a womb that would allow them to give birth.

But Jean wasn't straight, but he wasn't gay either. Jean was bisexual, meaning he liked both men and women. Which meant his fated person could be a man or a woman either way. Though he tried to find them during his adolescence, he had failed miserably and simply accepted he would have to wait till he was old enough. Simply trying to enjoy his childhood as best he could.

He wasn't ashamed of his sexuality, in fact he was highly proud of it and would never let anyone change him. If they couldn't accept him as who he was that was their problem. He liked both men and women equally, he liked chocolate and vanilla. He didn't have a favourite, he simply liked both for different reasons is all.

Though he could easily find an Alpha who wanted to mate with him, he yearned to meet his fated mate. The one whose children he would bear and spend the rest of his life with. He had already been taken advantage of and belittled in the past for being an Omega. He would not go through something like that again, he would rather go through anything else.

He wouldn't change who he was for anyone. He couldn't be forced to like one or the other, he wasn't confused and he wasn't in the closet. He was simply bisexual, simple as that. He was used to the whole bullshit someone of his sexuality received, over time he had simply found retorts to shut them up or blocked it out as it was so much easier.

It was then that he was snapped out of his thoughts, a familiar face greeting him with a smile. Rushing up to him and smacking him on the back playfully with a giant smile. "Yo Jean, you still asleep buddy? You look kind of out of it" Marco teased. He knew early mornings were rough, but it would pay off eventually when they got used to the time rota.

He had sensed that Jean wasn't feeling himself this morning. So, he had decided to distract him and attempt to cheer him up. God know Jean had dealt with enough shit in his life already. But he was glad to know they would be studying together, back then he had been worried if Jean would even get into college at all.

Jean wheezed slightly at the sudden winding on his back. He had been miles away, not even paying attention. The sudden slap on the back waking him from his dazed state instantly. He leaned forward briefly then straightened, looking at Marco with an annoyed face. It was way too early for this shit and he wasn't feeling his best today. He couldn't have just called him or something?

Marco saw his annoyed face and backed off, Jean was known for his temper so he wouldn't push him. Though he wasn't a bad guy exactly, there were days when Jean was just done with everyone's shit. He held up his hands in defeat, knowing not to test him "Geez, someone got out of the wrong side of the bed this morning" he replied.

Jean sighed heavily, he then rubbed the back of his neck weakly. "Just… haven't been sleeping well" he muttered. He wasn't exactly lying about that after all. He really hadn't. For the past few nights, he had been dreaming about a someone. Not just anyone, his fated mate of destiny. He didn't know the gender, only that they had a cheeky smile, green eyes and brown hair.

Waking to find himself in heat or arousal as he dreamed about his fated alpha. Unable to get them out of his mind no matter how hard he tried to distract himself. Having to ease his desires as he thought about being held by or holding his alpha in his arms. But, so far he hadn't found his Alpha and wondered how long he would have to keep waiting for them.

Marco gave him a sympathetic look, though his heat cycle was way off. Jean still had trouble sleeping sometimes. He got a lot of flashbacks from his childhood that caused him panic. The damage of his parents' divorce and abuse at the hands of the neighbourhood kids had been very harsh on Jean. For a long time, it had all but damaged his self-esteem to nothing.

It had taken him a good 5 years in order to get his confidence back. Though it had turned him into a bitter human being for a while, but he had matured a lot since then. "I know something that might cheer you up" he said reassuringly. A small playful smile then spread across Marco's cheeks and he pointed up at the higher levels of the seating.

Jean blinked and looked in the direction Marco was pointing. He then felt his heart skip a beat and his cheeks flush with happiness. Time all but stopping for him in that split second. Bittersweet memories flashing through his mind, the saying was true after all. You never really forgot your first love no matter how hard you tried to.

Mikasa Ackerman, his dream girl and crush since middle school was sat in the back seats. Her dark hair tumbling across her face like a curtain and her black eyes staring into oblivion. She was the most beautiful and amazing woman Jean had ever known. She radiated power, everything you could expect from a pure-blood alpha like her. However, she was not his to have.

They were like the Romeo and Juliet of college, fated never to be together no matter how much he yearned for it. Simply having to watch her from afar and think of what could have been. Of what their relationship could have been like had they ever actually ended up together, though in reality such a thing was impossible for him.

Sometime ago, Jean had confessed his feelings to her after they graduated high school. Expressing 3 years' worth of feelings to her wholeheartedly, feeling like his heart was in his throat. It had taken Marco's advice and self-motivation to ask her to meet him in private after school. Where they would both be, alone and giving him the chance to recollect himself before confessing.

Instead of his dreams where she had smiled and accepted his love, Mikasa had smiled but in a sad way. Rejecting his confession of love and explaining she couldn't feel the same way about him. He had felt like his world fell apart in that second, shock and sadness all but overwhelming him. The girl he had admired and loved for the longest time was rejecting his feelings for him.

His eyes stinging with tears and a sickening feeling overwhelming him. Going into shock and trying to compose himself and not make a scene. Out of fear of looking like a bigger idiot than he felt at the time. His heart now in pieces, shattered beyond repair. Knowing that all these years spent longing after her had been a waste of time.

However, she had explained she had already found her mate and was very happy with them. Saying, that although Jean was a nice guy he was not the one she loved nor her type. All Jean could remember in that moment was thinking that she had probably met a male Omega who had stolen her heart. Someone far cuter and more charming than he had ever hoped to be.

Though he had been upset at the time, Jean had later learned she was in a relationship with Sasha Blouse. A Beta, but someone Mikasa had been crushing on for a long time due to her pure heart and innocence. Instead of following in one's fated path to marry another Alpha or Omega, she had chosen to break the cycle and follow her heart. Choosing to be with Sasha out of love instead of duty.

Instead of getting mad, Jean had been shocked but accepted it. Not wanting to make things more awkward than they already had been in that moment. You couldn't change fate, nor could you force someone to like you. So, instead he supported them and accepted to remain friends. Wanting to act mature about the situation instead of making a scene.

Of course, he had cried his heart out when he got home as one would in that situation. Making sure he was in the sanctuary of his room behind closed doors before he burst into tears. I mean, he had just been rejected by his crush only to learn they were gay and with someone else. That wasn't exactly the easiest thing to deal with.

He then sighed heavily and bowed his head, Marco had never known about being rejected by her. For now, he just presumed Jean had never had the balls to tell her how he felt. He didn't really feel like explaining the whole story now. If he was so curious why not ask Sasha or Mikasa, I'm sure they would be more than happy to explain it bluntly to him.

"I'm not her type" he simply replied coldly. He would rather let the past be in the past instead of being reminded of painful memories. It had been bad enough to know she was unobtainable in the past. He wanted to move on from that and make a fresh start, hopefully just being able to continue their friendship. As long as it meant they could still spend time together.

Marco scoffed, why was Jean being so hard on himself like this. He was a catch; any man or woman would be lucky to have him in their life. But if he kept holding himself back he would never meet anyone. As his best friend, Marco only wanted what was best for Jean. To be happy with someone who would truly treasure him. He deserved that after everything he had endured by himself.

It was then that Mr Levi made his way into the class causing everyone to scatter. He was the uncle of said ex-crush and another Alpha. The Ackerman's were a pure blood family who only mated with and birthed other Alpha's. He too had his own mate, but was another Alpha like himself. Their marriage had not been arranged, simply having fallen in love with her over time, leading him to eventually propose.

She was a teacher at their college, by the name of Hanji Zoe. Being a science teacher and known for being somewhat mental and dramatic. But she was anything but stupid, in fact she was the brightest woman they had ever met. Like the saying went, opposites attract and that was the clear case for their relationship with each other.

He was especially protective over his niece Mikasa after what happened when she was young. However, accepted her relationships with not only her childhood friends and high school ones, but her relationship with Sasha. Though surprised at how she had chosen to be with a Beta, he was secretly proud of her for choosing her own path.

Jean wearily made his way to his seat and placed himself at his usual spot next to Marco. Hoping to just get the day over with and crack some jokes with Connie during break. At least retain some form of normality to his life again. Anything that would allow him to distract himself for a while, chasing these thoughts from his head. Just to get his old routine back.

He was in a particularly shitty mood due to exhaustion and confusion over that dream. Trying to figure out what the hell it meant and who his fated mate could really be. What kind of person they were and what they would look like. God knows the details had been very vague, all he knew was that when he did meet them he would know by instinct.

Why he kept having that dream and if he would ever get the answers he yearned for. He then sighed heavily and tried to relax, ready to start the first of many tiring lessons on his fist day. Wanting to push these thoughts from his head and speak to his friends about it later. God knows, he didn't like speaking about his omega nature openly, just to avoid trouble.

It was then that he sensed it, causing his body to go on red alert. That familiar scent that only Omega's new. The one that revealed one's destiny, the fate of one as an Omega could only understand. A sweet and powerful scent that lured him in, making his body burn and his heart race. The strong scent of an alpha, but not just any alpha however. The scent of his fated mate.

He had waited for this day since he was young. Having dreamed about it ever since he was young and his mother told him of his nature as an Omega. Trying to be as supportive as possible. Though she had blamed herself for him being born an Omega, knowing his life would be anything but easy because of it. However, she still loved him indifferently.

Trying to appear like he was focused and paying attention to the lesson, Jean peered around the classroom slyly. Seeking out the source of this scent and whom was radiating it. A sense of boyish excitement coming about him. This felt like a dream, I mean he had always known it would happen. But it was truly a staple of one's nature as an Omega, meeting their mate for the first time.

After 8 years of waiting, longing and hoping to meet them. In this stuffy classroom, he had finally found his fated mate. His Alpha whom he was destined to be with for the rest of his life. The Alpha who would protect him, mark him and take him as their own. Whose child he would bear or help inseminate his mate with his seed. So they could carry his genes as an alpha and bare their child.

When he found the source of the scent, he was reminded of the feelings he felt that day when he was rejected by Mikasa. Only this time, he was a little more frustrated and angry. No, No, no this had to be some form of joke. This had to be a mistake, fate was just fucking with him here. This person couldn't possibly be the one he was supposed to be with.

Green eyes, brown hair and a cheeky smile.

He was reminded of one person who carried that trait, one person whom had those unmistakable features. The one who carried the appearance of his fated mate. There, sat across the room in the mid-section of the isles. Sat beside the likes of Armin Arlert and Annie Leonhart, was Eren fucking Yeager of all people. Three alpha's all sat together in a group.

Alpha's always stayed in packs, grouping together and very rarely being apart. If not then, they were spending time with Beta's. But that was very rarely as they stayed amongst their own species. They tended to prefer staying in cliques of their own status, now wanting to tarnish their reputation with a lower breed than their own.

The sweet scent that was his calling of his fated mate, was being emitted by none other than his old high school rival Eren Yeager. This had to be some form of sick joke, right? He was going to wake up any second and find out that his mate was someone else. That he was just half asleep and this sweet scent belonged to someone else. This just wasn't fair at all.

He and Eren had never really gotten along very well back then. Their opposite opinion and personality clashing really hard. Being labelled as a cat and mouse relationship from the get go. Constantly butting heads, never working well together. I mean to an extent they respected each other for their more admirable traits. But most days they couldn't be around each other without arguing.

Eren was always getting into trouble and starting fights, sometimes with Jean. Being nicknamed "The suicidal bastard" because he was lucky to be alive in most of his confrontations. Always having to be right and never letting anyone speak against him. A strong sense of justice about him and doing everything in his power to succeed and reach his goals. A true Alpha to the core.

Jean finding him to be a pain in the ass, as well as an intolerable little shit. Never understanding how the likes of someone as polite as Armin to be able to tolerate half of Eren's shit. Seeing Eren to be the obnoxious side of being an Alpha, lording over everyone and expecting them to worship the ground he walked on. Honestly, he couldn't stand people like that.

Then there was his adopted sister and Jean's previous symbol of affection, Mikasa. She was always looking out for Eren, keeping him out of trouble and acting like a mother towards him. Despite being an Alpha, she was a naturally warm and kind person when you got to know her. Shown by how loving and affectionate she was with her mate Sasha, often showing a shyer side around her.

Though she was known to be stern and moody when in a bad mood or dealing with Eren. Honestly, she deserved a medal for half the shit she had to deal with in her life. Having to babysit him while dealing with her own future and relationships. At least she had Sasha to support her when times like that arose in the future.

But, he didn't understand, how could this guy be his fated mate? How could it be that Eren was his future partner? He could only go into shock upon realizing the situation in depth. The person he had once hated and fought with in high school, was the person he was fated to be with. He didn't understand, how could someone as frustrating as Eren be his Alpha?

His eyes wide, his mind spacing out as if he were in some form of dream. Gripping his pencil loosely and barely aware of any sound or movement beside him. Just trying to figure this whole situation out. He had never thought his first day and college would be this dramatic or life changing, he really didn't know what to think at all.

Eren sat in his seat, gripping his pen and his eyes gleaming darkly. He could smell them, the familiar sweet scent of an Omega. Not just any Omega, his fated mate of destiny. The Omega who belonged to him and him alone. The person whom had been born to meet him, whom would one day carry his child and stand beside him as his fated partner.

Though it had been faint when he had entered the classroom earlier, he had indeed recognized their because they were not in heat, it was weaker than usual. But his body had gone into action, every instinct telling him that this person was his. That he must claim them, that he must find them and make them his. For they were fated to be together.

Though pretending to be paying attention, being an alpha dazing out would barely affect his grades. Though he had experienced some stumbles as a child, he had soon found his natural dominance. He had been around mostly Alpha's his entire life, but had been taught by his father whom was a doctor. That Omega's carried a particularly sweet scent that only Alpha's knew.

But around his fated mate of destiny, that scent would be far sweeter than any other. An almost addictive scent that gave one the feeling as if they were drunk almost. That was how he would know they were his mate. So, it seemed on his first day of college, he was to meet his fated partner. The future bearer of his children. The person whom he would one day come to spend the rest of his life with.

Slowly, he averted his gaze and scanned the classroom silently. His eyes gleaming in an almost predatory way. Seeking out the source of the scent amongst the many heads of the classroom that surrounded him. It was then that his eyes widened and a playful smile spread across his face. Having found the source of the scent, though it was very unexpected indeed. He was none the less happy.

This was what all Alpha's were taught about as children, that they must find their Omega mate. The bearer of their offspring, the person they must protect as their future mate. His mate, his Omega, his future partner was none other than Jean Kirstein. His ex-rival and secret crush in middle school. It seems fate had brought them together once more.

However, he had been barely aware of the fact that Jean was an omega in high school. Only rarely catching a whiff of his scent every now and again. Since Jean had avoided him like the plague. He wondered if anyone else knew Jean was an Omega, it was rather surprising given his family were infamous for being Beta's. He smirked playfully at this new piece of info he had on his ex-rival.

So, it seemed that the reason behind Jean's dislike of him had been because he was an Omega. Hoping to hide the truth of his identity from everyone as to not give anything away. Part of him had respected that, though Omega's were usually told they had to obey obediently, Jean had always stood up to him and confronted him.

He then averted his gaze back to the front before Levi would scold him. The guy wasn't the most feared Alpha in this college for nothing, he had a temper that rivaled his adopted sister after all. The last thing he wanted on his first day of college was to get into trouble with an older and stronger Alpha, especially not his adopted sisters uncle.

But, he would have to have private words with his little Omega sometime soon. About their new relationship as mates, though Jean would probably try and fight against it. Not that Eren minded, he loved ones who played hard to get. Besides, there was no fighting the red string that tied their fated destiny together after all.