#alien pov

[setokaibapetty]

5 + 1 Fic Friday Roundup: Reincarnated as an Alien

You may have noticed that self inserts are a weakness of mine. Here's a few where the SI is not only in a new world but find themselves as a new species as well.

Til I Change Your Mind (SB) - "The most surveilled Krogan in the Galaxy tries to obtain a happy ending to the Reaper War. Hijinks ensue."

Why Am I Friend Shaped (SB) - "A deal with the Titan Prometheus lands our SI in the body of a Volus with the Inspired Inventor Power from the Worm CYOA, as well as biotics."

Inspiration Strikes! (SV) - "An Inspired Inventor Quarian SI/OC (sorta) in Mass Effect."

Swell (AO3) - "My name is Cann Ku, and I am a Kaminoan."

Luminous (AO3) - "Some rando is self-inserted into Star Wars in the body of one of the more overlooked characters to be inserted as."

Bonus: curious as a cat (AO3) - "I imagine if my entire consciousness had settled any time prior to age four, my squishy little brain would’ve imploded from overload. That said, it’s one hell of a day to wake up and realize oh shit, I’m Ahsoka Tano and life catastrophically sucks."

[cloudpalettes]

[qiaolingz]

Because I'm a Villain...

My interpretation of Luka's POV - Villain Song by Stella Jang

[asinglebluefeline]

How public was the knowledge that Dick Grayson (not Nightwing) and Starfire dated? I remember seeing some panels with them meeting in public (somewhere at the airport?) but I'm actually not sure. Because now I remembered this:

It would be so funny if Dick, in his civillian life, got a reputation that he somehow knows all sorts of aliens. Someone spotting him talking to Superman (Clark) while out of Nightwing costume? Maybe someone saw him discussing something with Martian Manhunter? Figures, that Grayson kid got himself another one.

[batfamfucker]

My absolute favourite Superbat trope is both of them knowing Clark could literally kill Bruce in a heartbeat, but both of them knowing he never would.

Despite the awareness of this power, Bruce trusts Clark.

Bruce gets off on knowing the most powerful being in the world is wrapped around his finger, beck and call. His ever paranoid brain never fully convinced that Clark couldn't just turn. A bad day, a biological beckoning, maybe he's a damn sleeper agent. Or maybe he could just get carried away and grip Bruce during a wave of pleasure he has no control over, and break him.

But all those thoughts are cut short and fears ignored whenever he looks at Clark. His smiling face, his glinting eyes. The fluffiness of his hair. The scrunch of his eyebrows when he's writing, the frustrated click of his tongue when he can’t think of a word.

His genuine clumsiness. Tripping over his own feet. Sat down and managing to miss his mouth, coffee spilling down his shirt. The soft avoidance of curses due to Southern manners, and their Bruce's children being present.

The most gentle of touches when he interacts with the kids, just in case.

Likewise, Clark enjoys knowing the ever paranoid Batman is willing to succumb to him because he trusts him. The man who has a contigency plans for his darn contingency plans.

The man who won't let anyone know when he's injured after a battle because it's a sign of vulnerability he can't allow. Yet his eyes will find Superman's. Only partly because he knows Kal-El would be able to see the extent of his injuries even if Batman tried to convince him they weren't there. Mostly, because the only times he'll cross Batman's boundaries is when it's a matter of care for Bruce's wellbeing. That look that Batman sends him is an admittance of needing help. He'd never say it. The look is enough.

Kal will quite visibly and unashamedly use his powers against Bruce, willing to see what Bruce tries to deter everyone else from. Then, still against Batman's wishes, he'll overpower him. Drag him away from the battle and somewhere he can recover. It's one of the few instances where he'd use his strength as an advantage and Bruce knows that. Bruce trusts him not to do it for any other intention. Bruce makes Clark feel human in a world that likes to remind him that he's not.

Clark would never hurt a damn fly but he could. But Bruce knows him.

[chill--cat]

[atrophiedemotion]

the shot of till waking up in r3 is my roman empire. his collar is green. the way his eyes widen in recognition. it haunts me.

[neolxzr]

i know it wasn't just a dream

(au info: here)

[ivanttakethis]

Oh.

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Oh.

[ria-starstruck]

and also "putting everyone in a simulation will make it all ok 👍" and also "let's park next to this random system's sun" and also "we can't live on our own planet because of our own folly" and so on

[lsunstreakerl]

using this hellsite for its intended purpose (posting smut on main)

this is technically two ficlets, but I'll be posting the second one later. for now, I gift u all 1.7k words of omegaverse, and it's actually max and esteban, omega/omega (I cannot believe I'm writing these words I am going to hell). hi yes hello mature content here. not violent just horny.

This is not any less embarrassing than Max had expected it to be, standing at Esteban's door at five in the morning. He hadn't even sent a heads up text, he'd just shown up.

He's not even sure if Ocon's in the country.

He hopes he's in the country- Max is kind of fucked otherwise, because then he's just standing in front of the door for nothing, and he's pretty sure this is preheat, but he doesn't fucking know.

His heat crisis at the airport hadn't been sexual at all. His cresting heat in his own flat in Monaco had been brutal, but tame compared to what's to come, and Max doesn't exactly have other omegas to ask.

It's not that he's scared, he just-

Well.

There's footsteps on the other side of the door, and then quiet for a moment- Esteban must be checking to see who it is.

Sure enough, the door swings open a few seconds later.

"Verstappen, what the fuck- oh shit."

Esteban smells good, is one of the things Max notes as he's being dragging inside, door shut behind him. He has a big fluffy nest on the floor of his living room, and there's an action movie paused on the screen, and-

Max is pretty sure he's talking to him.

"-aaaaaax. Hey, earth to Verstappen-"

Max blinks rapidly, and then he tips forward and buries his nose in Esteban's neck, pressed right against his scent gland.

"Ah!"

Esteban yanks him back by the collar of his shirt, and Max whines, because he smelled good and he wants more, and it's making him feel better being next to it.

"Why did you do this. Why the fuck- why did you come to me, how long have you even been an omega, what the fuck-"

Max feels a whine building in his chest, because that's a thing omegas do, and he's rapidly realizing he's going to need to get comfortable with a lot of uncomfortable things about his designation soon.

"Christ, okay- okay, come on."

Esteban is leading him into the living room, and Max hopes they're going to the nest, because Esteban's looks so good, better than anything Max has ever been able to build.

Esteban bats at his hands, gently nudging the side of Max's foot.

"Shoes, please."

Max toes them off, and then Esteban tugs him down into the nest, and it's so soft, soft and perfect, and Esteban's got this omega thing on lock.

Max immediately shifts towards Esteban, because he wants snuggles, wants the warm heat of someone else, and Esteban's scent is so nice, even if he smells concerned and bewildered at the moment.

"Right, preheat, okay. Maybe the Dutch do it differently."

Max almost wants to laugh. He has no idea how Dutch omegas nest or heat. He's never been allowed near other omegas.

Esteban sighs, and there's a begrudging type of fondness in his eyes for a moment.

"I'm doing this because I'm a good person, Max, so remember that next time you want to shove me, yes? Good. Come on, shirt off."

Esteban tugs his own shirt over his head, and Max's brain isn't quite moving at its normal pace, but he's compliant as Esteban bats at his hands, pulling Max's shirt off over his arms and shoulders before tossing it to the side somewhere.

Max just wants to snuggle.

Esteban pulls him in, letting Max settle his nose right above his scent gland, chest to chest in the nest as he pulls a blanket over them.

"You have no idea what you're doing."

Max makes a weak whimper, distracted by pressing his nose in until his brain is just a looping mantra of Esteban, Esteban, Esteban-

"Right."

Esteban kicks up a purr, and Max melts on top of him, loose muscles and head fuzzy. His throat hitches, but he can't quite make it go- still doesn't know how.

There's a nose in Max's hair, and one of Esteban's hands comes up by his neck, long fingers running down the side.

Max feels like there's a weighted blanket on his brain, making everything slow and syrupy.

He loses track of time- he's pretty sure Esteban starts his movie back up, based on the explosion noises.

Max barely even registers that he's softly grinding his hips over Esteban's thigh, only notices because Esteban's scent sweetens under his nose, and his purr gets louder.

"Max."

It's gentle, and Max makes a responding hum. His eyes are half open, not really seeing anything.

"Max, you are supposed to heat partner with an alpha."

Duh. Max would've done that, if he was out and trusted any of the alphas to handle him right- his first choice was Daniel, but he's out of the country with Scotty, and Max didn't want to interrupt their trip.

He can't exactly go to Seb.

Asking any of the garage members violates probably a million FIA policies and also the law in a few countries. Lando and George are omegas, but they're new and Max doesn't know either of them, which leaves him with Esteban. He'd shown up on a whim, even though he isn't part of the pack, because he knows he can't handle it alone.

An older, more experienced omega was the logical choice.

He doesn't realize he's whining until Esteban noses at his hair, scent wrapping around him.

"Okay, you don't have to tell me- it is okay, Max. I will help you."

Esteban hitches his thigh up and Max gasps, lightning bolts going through him at the change in angle. Long fingers run down the side of his neck before pressing down on his scent gland, and Max ruts forward, nose back in Esteban's neck. It feels good, and it smells good, and if things could stay slow and hot and nice just like this, Max might be okay with heats.

Esteban breaks that fantasy.

"Go on Max, get a good one in before your heat really hits."

Max whines softly, and Esteban sighs, hand slipping down Max's spine to settle on his lower back, helping him with the drag and slide of it all, the push-pull. Max's brain is liquid, a soft loop of sensation and feeling good.

It's not a rough orgasm by any means- it's gentle compared to others Max has had, washes through him in a way that's slow and overwhelming, leaves him collapsed against Esteban's chest, slick cooling between his thighs.

Esteban noses at him again- he's scenting him, gently pushing the side of their heads together. Max hasn't been scented by a member of the pack before- Daniel scented him regularly before he left, and Nico had done it frequently as well, but they're both gone now, and it's been a minute since anyone outside of Redbull bothered.

"You are okay with fingers? Toys? Mouth?"

Max's hips jerk again at the thought, face heating up. He nods against Esteban's neck, keeping his face hidden.

"Okay. Max, I am not set up for a heat at the moment- I need my alpha to come by with groceries, is that going to be alright?"

Esteban has an alpha? That can't be right- Max has his nose on top of Esteban's scent gland right now, there's definitely no mark here.

He noses at it pointedly, enjoying the spike is Esteban's scent at the sensation, his soft gasp.

"Don't be archaic Verstappen. I can have an alpha without having a bite. I have two, thank you very much."

Okay- Max knows the alphas of the pack significantly outnumber the omegas, but two is just greedy. His scent must change, because Esteban snorts.

"I didn't think you wanted Pierre or Charles, but if you want to share for your heat we can do that."

Max pauses for a moment. He's... actually not sure. He hasn't been with an alpha before, but if Esteban is here- if they listen to him-

Max isn't stupid. He knows his first proper heat is going to be bad, that's his consequence for being on suppressants for so long. Toys aren't going to cut it. They'll keep him from Red Heating, sure, but that's about where that ends.

He's going to be begging Esteban for something he can't give him.

Pierre isn't terrible. He's not close with the rest of the garage, and Max is pretty sure he's somehow managed to entirely miss the memo that Max is the pack omega- probably hasn't picked up on Redbull being a pack at all.

In his defense, there hasn't been a garage pack on the grid since before Max was born.

Charles- Max isn't sure how desperate a heat is going to make him, but if he ends up begging Charles to fuck him he's going to jump out the window when it's over.

Weird cresting heat induced insanity aside, Max has not once wanted anything to do with Charles. He's annoying and entitled, and Max still doesn't believe that he's actually an alpha.

He seems like the kind of guy to want to be a gentleman to an omega, which-

Charles has not once ever been gentle to Max, it's practically the foundation of their relationship, and Max isn't sure if he's going to want kindness and consideration for his heat.

He's not freaking out about it, he just-

He doesn't know.

He's whining into Esteban's neck again, a slow need starting to build deep inside of him. He wants them, he doesn't want them, he cares, he doesn't care- everything is so difficult.

Esteban rattles out another purr, scent heavy in the room. Max settles, nose full of fresh snow and eucalyptus.

He nods his head, a tiny shift, and Esteban's scent takes on a pleased note, sweet and satisfied.

"They will be good, I promise. I'll kick them out if they aren't."

Max is fairly confident that's not how that works, but maybe the French are different. Esteban slides one hand to tap at his phone as the other shifts from Max's back to the front of his hips.

"Okay?"

Max nods, and he's sure his own scent is all over the place, canting his hips up for Esteban to slide his hand down under his waistband, long fingers cool against his overheated skin.

His scent spikes again and Esteban purrs, nosing gently at him.

"It's okay, Max. It's alright, you're okay."

Everything is-

It's a lot.

Max is whining, a soft noise as Esteban works his fingers inside of him, and they're so different from Max's, feel alien inside him, but they feel good too, and Max-

Max wants to be good, wants to show Esteban that he knows how to be an omega, a good omega, even if the pack doesn't want him.

He knows it's not his strongest area- he's poured all his time and effort into racing, doesn't know what to do with himself outside of it, but this- Esteban's fingers inside him, Max's nose pressed into his neck, a slow build- this feels good. It feels right.

[spirk-trek]

S3E18: The Lights of Zetar ⋆.˚ ✧ · ˚⊹ ·

[dulcelem]

Seeing things from Till's perspective, everything must be so very confusing. Like his life is getting progressively worse than it already was, the person who is his only source of comfort and hope has disappeared and may have died(he failed to protect her. she is the only reason he stayed in his own private hell, the reason he gave up his longed for freedom from the aliens and he failed). He was completely alone and on top of that he was being abused, dehumanized and violated in every way possible. Gradually losing all motivation and strength until he became so depressed that the sense of self and danger no longer exists.

Then, he's going to sing in a deadly competition against this boy he was kind of friends with when they were kids. He was kinda weird and got on Till's nerves occasionally, but yeah they played together, they fought sometimes and one time he sort of offered all the freedom in the world outside of that place for some reason. But anyway, life has no more meaning so he gives up singing and decides to die. Understandable.

But, out of the absolute NOWHERE, that boy who was almost his friend kisses him(??????) for no reason and he doesn't stop. Then, as if it wasn't already fucking weird, Ivan chokes Till. And. Honestly. It makes more sense. Maybe Ivan has a desire to live or something. He doesn't tho. Not right now. Or, who knows, Ivan was taking out his anger on him because if only Till had agreed to run away with him that night, they wouldn't be in this situation. Practically suicidal, he accepts death by Ivan's hands. But then, out of nowhere(again) Ivan FALLS TO THE GROUND with BLOOD DRAINING from his mouth. And he DIES. His plan to die was over and Ivan died for him without any explanation or warning.

Many people say he is sad or angry, but I swear I think this man is in the deepest state of shock. He hadn't been able to move an inch since the end of the performance and stared at Ivan's dead body until the lights went out. He wasn't conscious enough to even try to stop the bleeding. I'm very curious to see how he will react to all this

[thegh0st-of-ingrid]

So you mean to tell me that after R7 dropped on Vivinos Patreon it was revealed that Ivan and Till had a mutual deep love-hate bond

Like, I won but at what cost

[roguemonsterfucker]

Shout out to this book I'm reading for actually using the original proper definition of the title "harem" and using the typical modern usage to cause some very good drama in the narrative due to the misunderstanding.

Chef's kiss honestly.

Finally some delicious fucking food.

[mo-ok]

💚⚡🍀 the green ones 🍀⚡💚

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