#anti plus alpha

[lexirosewrites]

Hiii I don’t usually go here, but I have had a few Disjointed Thoughts(™) for like WEEKS and I finally decided to share on this, the most holy (hole-y, hah) of days, Slick Sunday.

SO. O!Steve, A!Eddie, shocking. Steve is excruciatingly aware that, physically? He’s not really the Ideal Omega, at least by societal standards. Or his parents’ standards. Or his own, if he lets himself think about it too much, but that’s why he simply Does Not Think About It. Emotionally, he’s pretty solid. He absolutely loves his forcibly-adopted, feral, teenage pups. He’s excited to have his own one day, and to have an Alpha who loves him and their pups. He is always taking care of somebody, particularly the people he cares about, and most of the time it’s not even a conscious choice.

Physically, though?

Physically, he’s taller than an omega usually is. He spent so much time doing sports before he presented, and then after to keep up the image. Plus, let's be honest, he's absolutely keeping himself in shape and strong enough to defend/protect his little chosen pack. No matter how he or other people might feel about it, nothing is as important as keeping everyone safe, even after the UD is taken care of.

He and Eddie have been getting close, though. Eddie made enough anti-secondary-gender-roles speeches in school that Steve's pretty sure he won't mind that Steve is more invested in keeping them all safe than playing the part of “good little omega.” He was certainly impressed when Steve had to bite a bat in the Upside Down, and that's not very Omegan. The problem is, Eddie is such a perfect Alpha. Robin always makes a face when he says it, but Steve can feel it in his soul. Eddie is loud, exuberant, fiercely loyal, and protective of anyone who might need it, particularly when he cares about them. He's good with his hands, between his guitars and tinkering with his van when it has a new issue every month. He bickers with Wayne constantly over bills, trying to get his uncle to let him help more, leaving stray bills in Wayne's pockets when he loses the argument.

If Eddie can be such a good Alpha, Steve can try and be a better Omega, just a little. He does tone his more Alpha-like tendencies down a little, just to be safe- doesn't bring up playing sports/working out as much when Eddie's around, asks Eddie to help move things instead of just doing it himself, lets other people grab stuff from high shelves rather than volunteering himself. It seems to be going well, all things considered. He and A!Robin (who knows about the Omega-image issues, but not that he's been playing a bit more of the helpless Omega for Eddie, because she absolutely wouldn't approve) are sure Eddie's going to ask him to start courting any day now, really!!

To hopefully kick-start the process, Steve eagerly volunteers to help Wayne with some manual labor. Something with the siding of the trailer; it won’t be difficult, but it'll be a lot easier with two people. He'd have helped anyway, of course, but he's very aware that Eddie is devoted to his uncle and wants him taken care of. Surely, if there's anything that would outweigh any distaste from the non-Omega-like behavior, it's helping Wayne. The day of, though, he's on a ladder (Wayne is holding the ladder steady; Steve threw a hissy fit when he tried to go up himself), hammering in the last couple nails when Eddie gets home.

Normally, Eddie seems ecstatic to see Steve in any scenario- at one of their houses, after Hellfire to take the kids home, the few times they've passed each other in the grocery store- but when Steve looks over to say hi, he doesn't look… pleased. He actually looks kind of. Angry? Maybe? His eyes are blank, not filled with the warmth he's used to. His mouth is pressed together in a thin line, jaw clenched.

Steve has gotten pretty good at reading Eddie, knows his facial expressions like the back of his hand, but this is new. New and not happy. It makes him self-conscious, make him want to jump off the ladder and go beg forgiveness from his Alpha for whatever he did, but Steve pushes it down. He's got a job to finish, and if that face is directed at him for too long there's a good chance he's going to start whining- or worse, crying. Eddie gets back in his van immediately, though, driving off who knows where. Steve tells himself he was probably just having a bad day, and didn't want company. That's just a thing that happens. Nothing immediately to do with Steve, surely, and Wayne doesn't seem bothered so it's fine. Definitely.

A few days pass, and the party are all at Steve's house. The pups (who are nearly grown, now, but that doesn't stop them from being Steve's Pups, okay?) are mostly in the pool. The technically-adults are enjoying the sun and calling out warnings when the play-fighting gets a little too rough. Steve and Lucas are practicing basketball a few feet away, trying to nail a particular, super impressive move that even Steve can only do with about 40% accuracy. (I don't know basketball, I'm sure something like this has to exist though, right??? Indulge me lol) The two of them have been at it all summer, to better Lucas’ chance of getting varsity next school year.

Then Lucas nails it. Absolutely picture-perfect form, better than even Steve has ever done it. And they go NUTS. Everyone is looking over, confused but generally amused at their antics. Steve is so proud that he doesn't even think about it, just lifts Lucas up so he's sitting on one of Steve's shoulders, so Steve can hold him up with one arm and gesture wildly with the other while parading Lucas around, explaining exactly why this is so impressive to the non-athletes.

Except. Then he happens to look over at Eddie. And it's the face from the other day. Closer now, he can see that Eddie's knuckles are white where they're clenched around his beer bottle. Steve still can't get a read on it, and Eddie hasn't been in the pool yet so the scent blocker is keeping Steve from being able to tell what's the matter. Again, Steve's first instinct is to figure out what he did, how he can be better. But this is Eddie. He's probably just bitter about a sports thing interrupting whatever nerd conversation he was probably having, and he'll get over it quickly. Besides, Lucas deserves his moment.

Eddie is fine the rest of the night, and it doesn't come up, so Steve manages to mostly forget about it. But a week or two later, Steve is dropping Max off at home after physical therapy, and she's clearly too tired and exhausted for the stairs but she'll never admit it. Steve moves slowly, telegraphing his intentions as obviously as he can to give her an out, but she doesn't take it. So he picks her up, gently as possible, and carries her up the steps, grabbing her crutches as well.

He doesn't push it, even if his Omega would be thrilled to bring her in and make sure she gets settled and drinks some water, because it'd make her uncomfortable and this is already a lot. They don't talk about it, they just say their goodbyes and Steve goes to drive home. He glances over at the Munson's trailer, purely out of habit, and in the window is Eddie. With the same facial expression as before. He turns away from the window before Steve can react, and the curtain is pulled.

Steve has the whole way home to question this, and the only similarity between the two events that could have caused that face is… Steve being too Alpha-like. The manual labor, carrying the pups around. He's too strong, too big. He's not a good Omega, and his Alph- Eddie, who isn't his Alpha yet and maybe now never will be- Eddie doesn't like it. He drops. Hard. He's not sure how he makes it back to his house, or inside. The next thing he knows, he's sitting next to the phone, Robin's voice coming distant but frantic from where it's dangling by the cord next to him.

Then she's there, in front of him. Worried, clearly, but Steve can't bring himself to do anything about it. He just stares. Time passes, clearly, because at some point he finds himself in his own bed, nest haphazarly built up around him where someone presumably tried to make it bigger without disturbing anything, staring blankly at the ceiling with Robin pressed against him.

His face is wet.

His eyes hurt.

Oh. He's been crying.

He remembers why.

His breath catches, and it's enough to get Robin's attention. She scrambles up, holding his face while she takes exaggerated breaths. He matches her breathing until he's sure they're past the risk of hyperventilating. He tells her everything- not just the times Eddie has seemed upset, but every time he's tried to be better, to be less, every time he's questioned if it would ever be enough. She clearly wants to comment, but she lets him get it all out first. When it's clear he's done, she bundles him in her arms. Calls him a dingus, so he'll crack a smile. They slowly transfer back down the stairs, curling up in a mass of limbs in front of the tv to watch whatever they can find without getting up.

Steve drives her home around midnight, knowing she has work tomorrow and he's got the day off. He swears he's fine, that he'll call if something changes. He waves her off, drives away, and heads in the opposite direction of home. He's okay for now, but if he goes home, he'll think about how empty it is, how he may never have an Alpha to help him fill the space and the quiet, and he won't be okay for long.

He ends up at the quarry. Still quiet, and he's still alone, but at least it's intentional here. He's not exactly watching the clock, but he's only idly thrown a handful of rocks down into the water when he hears a noise he could pick out anywhere. Eddie's van is pulling up, faster even than the ridiculous speeds he usually does. The gravel flies up as he slams on breaks, and the headlights are still fading out when Eddie throws himself out the door.

He hurries towards Steve, and when he's close enough, he drops to his knees. Steve tries to ask, tries to pull him up because that can't be good for Eddie's knees, especially when he's clearly in his pajamas and some untied shoes but Eddie grabs his hand and holds it in both of his own. Trips over his words as he tries to explain, rambles that Robin had called him after she got home, that Eddie had immediately run out the door, went to the house first and then drove around to find Steve.

Steve can feel the shame heating his cheeks, prickling in his gut. He's already mentally cursing Robin's overprotective nature. Of course she'd immediately tried to defend him. She'd probably told Eddie off, something embarrassing about leading him on or believing too much in gender roles despite his own nonconformity or whatever else. Steve tries to pull his hand away, but Eddie's got a firm grip and pleading eyes, and Steve's Omega is too desperate for some approval after his drop earlier to try too hard.

Eddie looks like he's tearing up, and Steve is too caught off guard by this whole thing to hold back the whine it pulls out of him. Even if he's hurt, seeing Eddie upset almost hurts his Omega more than anything else. Eddie's eyes go wide, and he surges to his feet, pressing Steve's hand to his chest and letting a reassuring rumble answer. Steve hates himself a little bit for how much it does calm him down.

Eddie rushes to explain. He's in love with Steve. He thinks Steve's easily the best Omega he's ever met, loves how much he cares for the people around him and protects their pups (Steve tries valiantly to ignore how his heart skips a beat at it being THEIR pups. He fails). The face Steve has been seeing has been Eddie straining to keep his Alpha from begging to bond with Steve on sight. Eddie wanted to court him, wanted to take it slow and romance him and do things properly because Steve deserves it, not ask Steve to have his babies in front of all their friends.

He's been waiting to ask, has been making Steve his own battle jacket since he'd liked Eddie's in the Upside Down as a first courting gift. Apparently, tracking down patches for artists Steve likes is a lot harder than finding patches for Eddie's favorites, and hand-sewing them all on has taken even longer. It's everything Steve could have ever hoped to want and so much more, and Eddie's not wearing any scent blockers, so underneath the heady smell of leather and comfort and Eddie, Steve can tell he's being honest.

The misunderstandings are forgiven. They start courting immediately, and Eddie gives him his own vest to wear as an IOU until Steve's is done. Robin is very mildly scolded for spilling Steve's business, which is cancelled out by the grin on Steve's face as he does it and the hug she tackles him in immediately after says she doesn't regret a thing. It's okay, though. Neither does Steve.

-irrelevantbutembarrassing

chomping on insecure omega Steve because he’s so biteable💕

[m-jelly]

Postwar Levi a/b/o? Levi just scenting your things more because he’s self conscious

Strong alpha scent

Levi x fem!reader

Post-war, canon world, married, alpha and omega, scent, self-conscious Levi, fluff, romance

Levi has noticed a man has shown some interest in you and has left a trace of his scent on you. So, Levi decides to rub his scent on as many of your things as possible.

"Mm." There it was again, that man's scent. It was faint, so you hadn't been rubbing yourself on this man, but it was clear he had gotten too close to you. "Tch."

Levi did the laundry today while you were working out in the garden. The two of you were madly in love, he was alpha and you were omega. You were drawn to each other and nothing could come between you. He was always the caring and dominant mate.

After the war, Levi was still a strong alpha but had many dark thoughts. He was beginning to think that maybe he was weak or some other alpha would take you from him. He had to stand his ground or make some sort of move. He needed to assert his claim of you.

He shoved your clothes in to wash before limping to the bedroom. He threw the wardrobe open and stared at your clothes. He grabbed clothes you wore often and rubbed them against his neck so his scent was all over them. Once he had rubbed them against him, he then moved on to your outdoor things.

"Levi?"

He looked over at you as you gazed so sweetly at him. "Love."

You hummed a laugh. "What are you doing?"

"Making sure my scent is on your things."

You walked up to your husband and linked your arms around his neck. "Your scent is all over me. Plus, you've marked me."

He huffed a bit. "Well, it's not enough."

"Something on your mind?" You kissed the end of his nose. "Talk to me."

He gripped your hips. "Ever since the war...I...I'm not as strong...I'm not the alpha I once was." He tapped his forehead against your shoulder. "I smelt another on your clothes, another man. I need him and others to know, you are mine." He lifted his head and looked deep into your eyes as he growled his words. "You. Are. Mine."

You shivered at his words. "Yes, I am alpha." You kissed him and mewled in delight. "You should bite my scent spot. Mark your mark on me stronger."

"I want that."

You pulled him over to the sofa. "Sit."

He sat down and looked up at you. "Come here."

You sat on his lap and nuzzled the crook of his neck. "I don't want another alpha. The only person I want is you." You caressed his cheek as you looked deep into his eyes. "I love you."

He softly called your name. "I love you too."

He dragged his lips along your neck to the crook of your neck. He parted his lips before latching down on your scent spot and sucking hard. He moved his tongue against your warm skin and gripped you hard as you mewled and moaned. As he bit and sucked he could smell that his scent was taking over yours.

You purred in delight. "Levi."

He pulled back and dragged his tongue over his mark. "Perfect."

You panted a little. "It's strong. I'll wear your scent with pride, Levi."

He nuzzled his nose against yours. "Good."

"I tell everyone who mentions me being an omega that you are my alpha. I tell as many as possible because I love you so much and I'm so proud of you."

Levi blushed hard. "Proud? Mm...I'm proud to be yours too."

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[captain039]

PART 3 He’s Grumpy, I’m sunshine

Alpha!Logan x omega!reader

Warnings: AOB, age gap (legal), light swearing, grumpy/sunshine, anxiety, mental health issues, violence, torture, plus size reader, medication usage for anxiety, depression and sleeping, heat pills, scent blockers

Set at Charles school

Your mutation: fire creation and control

Previous Part <-

You can’t get the alpha off your mind. You’re struggling to focus, struggling to do most things without day dreaming or trying to spot him in the crowd. You felt horrid for what you did to him, no amount of apologising could ever make up for how you burned him. He just sat there though and healed right before your eyes. It didn’t make it any better though. You were off to see Jean, you couldn’t continue like this, you needed time off, where you’d go you have no idea. You walk in rushed and stall again when you see Logan. You turn to leave but Logan’s voice stops you.

“Got a mission, Charles himself requested we go” he says and you frown a little.

You’re given a few days to get ready, you talk to Professor Hank about some way to control your flames or stop them if it was possible. He was hesitant but you begged him and he gave you a serum. You packed your things, packed the serums safely along with brining too many anti-heat and scent blockers. The mission was to look into an underground organisation going on with Mutants. Why the hell Charles asked you to be here you don’t know. You traveled via train into the city then rented a car to head to the town, then booked a motel nearby.

“Here” Logan said handing you a small file and you frown but read it.

Apparently there had been rumours around a bar just outside the town with an underground fighting ring, specifically for fighting mutants. The Government did work with Professor Charles you’re pretty sure, but Logan was the big guns you guess.

Logan hadn’t said a word as you settled down into the motel, hopefully he couldn’t pick up on your anxiety. He left with a small explanation, something about food before he closed the door and you sighed sitting on one of the singles. Why you couldn’t be in your own room was confusing, you went to rent two but he said one with a stern look. You unpack the serum Hank gave you staring at the needles, you hate needles. Hank said to only take it at night just before bed. You quickly hide them when a car pulls up and Logan walks back in with two small bags of food. You eat in silence, glancing to the alpha every few minutes wondering why he was so damn quiet.

“Why’d you bring me?” You ask trying to get conversation as he raises his eyebrow and looks to you.

“Because” he says and you give him a huff.

“Because, isn’t answer” you say.

“Is for me” he looks back to his food and continues eating, end of conversation you guess.

You take a shower just before bed, bring in a change of clothes, toiletries and hiding the serum and your medication in between them. You finish your shower, dry off and stare at the serum, it was for safety, everyone’s safety. You pick the needle up feeling your heart pound in your ears. Hank said to just inject it like a vaccine in the upper arm. A knock at the door comes and you drop the syringe, thankfully back in the small pouch.

“Just a minute!” You call.

“I smell your anxiety from out here” Logan calls and you huff.

“Then cover your nose!” You don’t mean to back talk, but he isn’t helping the situation.

“What are you doing?” He asks.

“Mind your business” you say and hear him scoff lightly. You frown as the lock clicks open and he opens the door, a single claw extended before he sheaths it. You’re too in shock to say you’re not dressed as he stares a little wide eyed before his eyes trail to the pouch behind you.

“They’re serums! Hank gave them to me I’m not-“ you struggle with words and shaky hands.

“It’s to dull my mutation” you say.

“Like how you dull your scent?” He snarls a little and you frown confused before he realises what he said.

“Forget it” he growls and closes the door harshly making you jolt. What the hell?

You don’t take the serum, just awkwardly shuffle in your nicest PJ’s and get ready to go to bed. Logan’s outside, smoking, same hard strained look on his face. You get under the covers and sigh as the door opens and he walks back in. You mutter a small goodnight but don’t get a response, oh well.

You wake up to shaking and shot upwards hands out to whatever’s in front of you. Logan hisses and you realise it’s him and your hands are on fire and you’ve touched him.

“I’m so sorry! Oh-“ you retract your hands seeing the red burn marks you left on his naked chest. They heal though and you can’t help but stare, it’s amazing to watch.

“What happened?” You asked checking to see if anything else was on fire.

“You were making noises” he grunts.

“Don’t all people mumble when they sleep?” You question wondering why he woke you up.

“Upset, scared noises” he clarifies and you make a small ‘oh’ sound. You keep your eyes on your hands where they rest on the blanket.

“You really shouldn’t be near me” you half joke half don’t.

“I said you wouldn’t hurt me” he says voice surprisingly softer and you scoff.

“I can hurt you” you say looking to where your burns were.

“I’ve had metal injected into my skeleton” he says and you look to his face in horror. He unsheathes his claws.

“These were bone once” he comments and you stare at them before he retracts them. You wish you could smell his scent this close, nothing but dulled alpha. You feel your shoulders sag at the thought and look to your hands again.

“Did I wake you?” You ask quietly looking back to him as he looks at the window.

“Was already awake” he says with a small shrug.

“Oh, you ok?” You asks and he looks back to you. You look at each other for a while, your cheeks heat and you fidget a little before he gets up and moves.

“Go back to be sleep” is all he says going back to his bed.

Next part ->

[ladykailitha]

Not All That Glitters is Gold Part 4

Hello and welcome to the latest omega escort Steve! We get Nancy and Robin time and Steve goes through a bit of the dark side of his job.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

@mira-jadeamethyst @rozzieroos @itsall-taken @redfreckledwolf @emly03

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When Steve got into the limo that would take him and Nancy to the charity gala, she eyed him hungrily.

“You look nice tonight,” she said tightly. She chewed her bottom lip. “That’s a really good color on you.”

He smirked. “You did say that you were wearing gold tonight and jeweled tones always go well with metallic colors.”

Nancy nodded.

Steve turned away to look out the window, hiding a smile behind his fist.

The drive up to the gala was painfully awkward, but mainly because it seemed the usually sharp tongued Nancy Wheeler was at a loss for words.

Living well, really was the best revenge.

Nancy stepped out first and then she leaned into help Steve out of the car. He barely managed not to roll his eyes as he oozed out of the limo onto the red carpet.

He pulled his sunglasses out of his jacket pocket and put them on to shield against the flashing bulbs of the camera as they took picture after picture of Nancy and him arm and arm.

She waved to the crowd as he stood there looking pretty. Steve heard question after question about taking an escort instead of her husband. She just merely smiled and waved.

They got to the top of the stairs that led down to the ballroom without either of them saying a single word. To the reporters or each other.

“Steve...” Nancy said warningly. “Just remember what you’re here for.”

Steve looked over at her and smiled disarmingly. “To make you look good. I know. I am consummate professional, darling.”

She eyed up his outfit again. “Well that outfit reads professional slut.”

Steve kissed her cheek. “That’s because I am one and before you get uppity with me, princess, you’re the one that hired me.”

Nancy scowled.

He eyed her sidelong. “You know, for all your feminist brouhaha, you sure are anti-sex worker until you want to look good.”

Her jaw dropped. “I beg your pardon!”

“And if you keep going on like this,” Steve said menacingly. “I will put you on the black list and you’ll have actually drag poor Jonathan with you to these.”

Nancy went almost purple with rage, but before she could open her mouth, Steve whispered, “You may have bought me for the night, Nance, but I hold all the cards.”

Her color drained from her face and she nodded mutely. He patted her on the cheek and took a step down to the next step, forcing her to follow him or look awkward.

The rest of the night passed smoothly. Billy Hargrove, on the arm of some simpering female omega, avoided them like the plague. Which worked out for Steve, thank you very much.

Nancy had gone to the bathroom and Billy’s arm candy must have done the same because she was nowhere in sight.

Steve was by the buffet table trying not to gag about how long the food had been left out under this sweltering heat. But Nancy had told him to wait there, so waiting he was.

Billy was talking to Carol Perkins, his talk show host partner.

“I don’t know how you can stand it, Billy,” Carol was saying. “These escorts always smell too sweet to me. Like rotting fruit or some shit.”

Billy shrugged. “I happen to like it. Plus I like the fact that I can fuck them to oblivion and not get stuck with a bond or a pup for eighteen years.”

“You don’t want to settle down?” she asked and took a sip from her crystal wine glass.

Billy laughed. “Fuck no. I want to fuck around for as long as possible, no little housewife for this alpha.”

Carol hummed, but Steve could tell it was disapproving. As if she wasn’t the one that thrown Tommy off the second she found out he was infertile. It was why Tommy liked to hang off Billy’s arm. To throw it in his ex’s face that at least someone wanted him, even if it was just for sex.

Suddenly Nancy was pulling on Steve’s arm. “We’ve got to go. I’ve already talked to Vic and said our goodbyes.”

Steve bristled at that. He liked to personally say goodbye to the host. It was part of his charm.

“What’s the rush?” he hissed as she tugged on his arm and started pushing him toward the door.

“Jonathan texted me while I was in the bathroom,” she murmured, keeping her head down and her voice low.

“Is he all right?” he asked. Because holy shit, Jonathan never, Steve means never texts while Nancy is at an event with Steve. Steve is pretty sure he hates it as much as Steve does.

She pulled out her phone and showed it to him. “He just sent me this picture.”

Steve squinted at the ugly plastic rod before he realized what it was and what the double red line meant.

“He’s–” she put her hand over his mouth.

“Not here,” she hissed. “This place is filled with reporters. I want to be the one that announces it and not just read it in the morning edition.”

Steve nodded and followed her out, clutching his stomach as he complained about it hurting.

When they got out to the limo Nancy huffed.

“You didn’t have to do that,” she groused.

“That food looked disgusting,” Steve murmured. “I was doing the whole party a favor, doll.”

“Uh-huh,” she said crossing her arms, “and that totally had nothing to do with the fact you were throwing people off the scent on why we were leaving?”

Steve batted his eyelashes at her. “I don’t know what you mean, Nance.”

Nancy huffed again. “The hell you don’t.” She chewed on her lip for a moment. “Put me on your black list. Say I got you food poisoning and was a bitch and I’ll start bringing Jonathan to these things like a proper alpha should have been doing all along.”

Steve nodded. Even though it was only half true, it would be the right spin for both of them. Steve would never have to go out with her again, and Jonathan would get his alpha back.

“Deal.”

They shook on it and immediately as soon as he was out of the car, he called Robin.

“Bobbie,” he giggled, “you’ll never guess what happened tonight!”

*

Steve cackled with delight as he regaled Robin with the stories of his night, because of course she came over immediately after he called her.

“That is hilarious!” she agreed when he was done. “Jonathan must be over the moon.”

“I’m happy for them both,” Steve agreed. “That means no more awkward pseudo dates with a bitter ex.”

Robin slapped him lightly. “You’re more excited for that than that they’re having a pup.”

Steve shrugged. “Sorry, can’t be happy for something that’s never going to happen to me.”

She sighed. “Yeah, but aren’t you a little,” she held up her finger and her thumb really close together, “teeny tiny bit happy for them?”

He sighed back. “I don’t know, Robs. I guess I can be happy for him, but don’t make me pretend to be happy for her.”

Robin cocked her head to the side. “Yeah, that’s fair. Being happy for your ex is too much to ask for.”

He waved his hand at her. “Thank you! Jeez.”

“At least you’ll be plenty rested for the threesome tomorrow,” she added with a grin.

Steve threw the sofa pillow at her, causing her to laugh out loud so hard she fell to the floor with a thump.

Robin got back on the sofa still laughing hysterically.

“They’re nice enough, I guess,” Steve groused. “I’m not really looking for it to it, if I’m honest.”

She settled down to a fond smile. “What package did they ask for?”

“The housewife,” Steve said with an eye roll. “Which might be their only strike against them. but it is a rather large one. They could have had any play scenario and they chose the worst one.”

Robin smacked his shoulder. “Just because you prefer the Dom over the housewife doesn’t mean everyone does.”

“At least with the Dom,” Steve said, “I get to show up in that tight leather number and crack a whip. But with the housewife it’s all polos and khakis and fake smiles.”

Robin grimaced. “Like you care about the polos and khakis, you love that shit.”

Steve rolled his eyes.

“I love the clothes. I don’t love the attitude behind the clothes.”

“Ah.”

The attitude that a housewife is preppy and sweet. As opposed to a real housewife, frazzled in sweat clothes and grumpy as hell.

“It’s the most popular play option for a reason, Steve,” she said sternly.

Steve sighed dramatically. “I know it is. But I want something fun. International spies. Hookup at the bar. Strip club tease. Anything would be better than housewife.”

“But you love everything goes with the housewife play,” Robin pressed. “The cooking, the clothes; hell even the little apron so what’s got you so around the twist?”

Steve leapt to his feet and ran his hands through his hair. “Because I’ll never get to do it for real.”

Robin’s shoulders slumped. “Oh, Stevie.”

“Every time someone wants to buy my contract did you know it gets sent to me first?” he huffed.

Robin opened her mouth and the closed it. “Oh, well. Um...sort of?” she hedged. “I mean always assumed they were going somewhere else because there is no way you’ve only had two people offering to buy out your contract.”

“They only get sent to you if I think there is something to them,” Steve said, beginning to pace.

“Ah ha.”

“But the other five I’ve gotten have all been for concubine duties only,” he snarled. “Someone for the alpha to fuck when their omega is pregnant, nursing, or on vacation or some shit.”

Robin winced. “Those are barely even legal outside the US.”

“No one wants to buy an infertile omega to be their mate, Robs,” he said. “Nursemaid, concubine, slave. The glory of owning a Starcourt escort. The prestige. The privilege. Not because they love me or because they want to be with me.”

He sank to a crouch and buried his head in his hands. “All I wanted growing up was to be an escort, flying around the world, eating the best food, drinking the best alcohol, in the finest threads, but now that I have that, all I want is to be someone’s mate and housewife. How messed up is that?”

Robin approached him slowly and gently took his head her hands. “It’s called growing up, Stevie. It means your priorities shifted and that’s okay. You’re allowed to yearn for something you’ll never have. It’s part of the human condition.”

Steve launched himself at her and buried himself in her neck. Robin pulled him onto her lap and stroked his hair.

It would be a while before they got back to their show, but for now she just held her best friend as he wished for another life.

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[gege-wondering-around]

Gege, sweet Gege! I am still woefully behind on messaging you, and also in reading your fics, but I have them liked/bookmarked to read asap! I am so very happy you're writing. There is never enough Sterek fic in the world.

I am so very happy you're accepting prompts, so might I ask for one?

Sterek, of course. I don't write anything else these days either. They're my sweet spot, my otp and my anti-depressant.

I love fics where Stiles realizes he's actually in Derek's pack instead of Scott's. Usually it's something that just evolves in fics, which is awesome, but I'd love a fic where Derek formally invites Stiles to join his pack. Where Derek really shows Stiles how special he is and how much Derek esteems him as a packmate. Some romance too, of course. And if you can throw in some bad friend Scott, that would be the cherry on top.

Would you, could you? 💜

thank you thank you thank you for this amazing prompt! it was my absolute pleasure to bring this to life for you!

Here's a little snippet before the work comes out!

“Do you really want to be in Scott’s pack if he treats you like that?” The moment the question reached the boy’s ears, he looked out the window once more just to have a memory revived in a head that was about to be tormented by the memory of Peter offering him the bite; Derek couldn’t help but notice, promptly bringing the other’s attention back to him and the present hour. “That won’t happen, I assure you.” There was no indication of who would be the one giving him the bite, if Scott would be an alpha or not, but Stiles didn’t care as the thundering words of the man were solid enough to calm down the raging thoughts that were about to swallow him whole; somehow, the alpha had a surprisingly effective way of being a comforting presence when he wanted to. Stiles turned back to face him, a soft expression soon turned into the boy’s usual exaggerated shows of brief emotions that were offered to the driver, who waited patiently for something that could possibly never arrive; however, hope was the last to die and the boy was sure a bearer of it as he spoke words Derek was about to bargain with. “Sure, dude… What about taking me home now?” The nonchalance within the question was absurd; Derek wondered for a long moment, brows raised in shock, at how Stiles, as the mere human that he was, was still capable of brushing all to the side and just thinking about sleep. A smug smile hidden by the shadows got stolen from the boy, who had no problem with losing a sight he didn’t know Derek was capable of.

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[wanderinginksplot-writes]

Gar Cyare Chapter Twelve

Finally back after an unexpected year-long hiatus!

Word Count: 4,400

Warnings: Implied threats, definite threats, mentions of genetic experimentation, suspicion, mentions of the Attack on Kamino, fear.

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Ca'tra (Night Sky)

Your office looked roughly the same as it always had. Bland Kaminoan architecture dressed in shades of white, gray, and black held a collection of furniture that had been built with the clear emphasis of function over form. Your datapads were untouched, as were the slight hints of mess around the edges of your desk. 

But everything seemed a little strange with the light… or, more accurately, the lack of it. 

The shutters that covered all of the exterior-facing windows on Kamino were closed, both protecting you from any attempt to break through the transparisteel and keeping you from seeing anything that might be happening outside. 

Though nighttime had fallen and the Kaminoan skies had been dark with clouds when the shields lowered, there was still plenty to see. The GAR had recalled all personnel in the sector to Kamino. There was too much chance that the Separatists could come back. This time, they could use the knowledge they had gathered during the last invasion - plus any new intel - to destroy the Fett genetic sample for good. 

The arrival of new ships was nearly constant, and you had heard chatter from the cadets that at least two Venator-class Star Destroyers were guarding the areas just beyond Kamino’s atmosphere. Any ships that intended to land had been issued special clearance codes. If they failed to deliver them at the right time or on the right frequency, they would be shot down upon breaking atmosphere. 

You hadn’t heard the anti-aircraft guns fire yet, so you were fairly confident that there had been no actual invasion. 

Still, you itched to see beyond the barriers, though you knew your reasoning was senseless. You wouldn’t see Alpha coming back. General Ti had told you that he would be gone at least another twelve hours, but your mind kept insisting that you would be able to watch him land in relative safety. 

If you were being honest with yourself, that was why you were still in your office instead of your bedroom. Sure, you could pretend that you were there in case General Ti or Commander Colt needed something from you, but in all reality, it was because you were filled with dread at the idea of returning to your empty quarters.

You already hated the idea that Alpha was out in the galaxy when there were potentially Separatists in the area, but to be reminded of it every time you looked around your bedroom? No, you were perfectly content in your office. 

A knock on your door made you sit upright. “Yes?” 

Your hammering heart gradually slowed as Commander Colt peered inside. “Why are you still awake?” 

You shrugged. “Too nervous to sleep, I guess.” 

A frown creased the space between the commander’s eyebrows as he stepped into your office. “You should get some rest while you can. If we are invaded, you need to be at full awareness.” 

That wasn’t exactly comforting, but you nodded. 

“Sorry,” Commander Colt said abruptly. “Probably didn’t help anything, huh?” 

“Not exactly,” you admitted. The concern for your nerves was surprising, more something you would have expected from Alpha. Suddenly, you wondered if the commander had come to find you because Alpha had asked him to. “Have you heard from Alpha?” 

He shook his head. “No, why? Have you?” 

“No.” You sighed. “I thought that might be why you’re here.”

“Limit asked me to check on you,” he told you. That made more sense, but before you could say so, Commander Colt added, “I was already on my way.” 

“Oh.” You toyed with a datapad on your desk to distract yourself from how slowly time was passing. “Why?” 

“Alpha cares about you,” he explained slowly. “More than anyone else.” 

You chuckled softly. “I know I’m his favorite nat-born.” 

Commander Colt shook his head slightly. “You’re his favorite person. He cares about you more than anyone else. Between how much he likes you and how much you’ve done to take care of him - and all my brothers, actually - you’re vod’ika.” 

Little sibling. 

The term made your chest warm with pleasure. “Thank you, Colt.” 

Colt cleared his throat. “Anyway, how are you handling all of this?” 

You took a deep breath. “I’m fine, I suppose. I’m just so… sick of being on Kamino when it goes on lockdown.” 

For a full beat after you had finished speaking, Colt stared at you. At last, he burst out laughing. “I thought you were going to be scared.” 

“I might be eventually,” you said with a shrug. “But right now, I can only think about how I’ve been here every time the lab has been locked down. I understand it’s important, but it’s getting old.”

Colt nodded in commiseration and you gave him a considering look. “Are you okay?”

“Me?” he repeated, seeming stunned when you nodded. “What do you mean?” 

You glanced at your desk, trying to buy some time to find the right phrasing. “The last time there was an invasion, you were hurt pretty badly. I don’t remember it, but Alpha was shaken up and that takes a lot. I gather that it was… close. Is there anything I can do for you?”

“I’m fine,” Colt insisted. You weren’t sure about that, but if pretending was how he got through things, you weren’t going to begrudge him the coping mechanism. He turned as if to leave, but stopped before he stepped through your door. “Go to sleep soon, yeah? Limit’s working a long shift to get the medbays prepped, but he asked me to pass on a warning. If he comes by and you’re still here, he’ll tell Alpha.” 

You laughed at that despite yourself. “He probably would.”

Colt chuckled too, patting the doorframe in a gesture that seemed to punctuate his departure. “Goodnight, vod’ika.”

“Goodnight, Colt.”

When you were alone once more, you started getting everything put away for the night… but paused when your datapad slipped from your fingers and clattered against the surface of the table. The screen flickered on in the collision and you frowned, pulling it closer. 

Displaying on the screen were the records that you had been digging into before all of the investigation and shutdown chaos, records you hadn’t been able to finish accessing because you had run out of time. You had told Colt that you would go to bed and you didn’t intend to lie… but this was too intriguing to leave for the next day. 

It was fine, you reasoned. You weren’t tired yet and there was finally time to do some digging. 

Hidden behind a maze of misnamed file pathways and a selection of different passcodes, you found it: records of the clone trooper gene isolation process. The records were old, written when Ko Sai was the Chief Scientist of Kamino. She had been an integral part of creating the clone trooper genetic blueprint. 

That had confused you at first. They were clones of Jango Fett - why would the genes need to be altered at all? But even skimming the notes had been enough to give you an answer: the clone troopers weren’t exact genetic copies at all. Ko Sai had made some changes to make the troopers more loyal, less independent, and less vicious. 

There were a few outliers - especially in the early batches of troopers - and creating any living thing came with risks of aberrations in the genetics, but the experiments had been successful. That was according to Ko Sai’s notes, of course, but they were dry and scientific enough that you assumed the wasn’t much risk of them being exaggerated. 

The changes to trooper personalities were in a group Ko Sai referred to as ‘behavioral traits’. The more chilling half was designated as ‘genetic traits’. 

Genetic traits seemed to be the way the Kaminoans referred to the changes they made to keep themselves in business. Not only did they control things like troopers building muscle faster, but mercilessly capitalistic qualities like the troopers’ accelerated aging process. 

You didn’t like the idea of the changes that had been made to the troopers genes. You were self-reflective enough to realize that part of your aversion was because you didn’t like the idea of gene manipulation in general. The accelerated aging was particular egregious to you since it was actively working to decrease the amount of time you could possibly spend with Alpha. 

But the notes fascinated you - not because of their content, but because through them you could tell that Ko Sai was a deeply paranoid being. 

The records were sealed with a virtual warning: if someone without the proper security codes attempted to slice into them, the files would self-destruct. And not just the files on the record you were viewing. No, the trap would wipe every known copy of the records from any device. The trigger had been built into the file transfer itself and could be detonated at any time.

Your interest was piqued. You had been given full access to everything you needed for your report and had the highest possible security clearance, but you still held your breath as you typed in your access code. 

Thankfully, it worked and you spent a blissful hour reading through all of Ko Sai’s notes and records. A lot of it was gibberish to you and - you suspected - would be to anyone other than a highly-trained geneticist. 

As the hour grew later and you started to worry that Limit really would come to kick you out, you tried to make a copy of the files onto your datapad, but were blocked. You weren’t sure what kind of scientist would keep her files from being copied, but she must have been very certain that she would be able to access that information in other places. 

Before you shut down the datapad entirely, you found a microscopic file attached in the shell of an unrelated topic. It was a simple document that you might have overlooked… if it didn’t force you to enter your password once more. From what you gathered once you could view the vague document, Ko Sai had made copies of all of her information. She had stored them on a collection of personal datapads. 

The description of where to find them was heavily coded, but you gamely copied it onto your own datapad. Then, feeling an echo of Ko Sai’s paranoia, you also jotted it down onto a nearby piece of flimsi. With other topics for the report running thin, maybe finding the original notes from Ko Sai’s experiments would be a good way to extend your assignment.

You spent a few moments staring at the code, jotting some preliminary guesses down beneath the characters. The most common letters were likely overrepresented among the words, unless Ko Sai had been using a rotational cipher. You wouldn’t put it past her, but even rotational ciphers weren’t impossible to figure out.

Cracking the code and extending your report-writing process were things that could wait. You tucked the datapad and flimsi into your bag and shut off the lights in your office. Too much longer and you were worried you really would run into Limit, but you were bringing the codes along for insurance in case it turned into a sleepless night.

Sometimes it was good to have an office so far from your quarters. It kept you involved in the day-to-day life on Kamino and took you through some highly populated areas on the trip. And with the hours you worked, you could use the exercise. But it was an unpleasant trip late at night, when all you wanted was to crawl into bed.

Perhaps you wouldn’t have minded walking through the main sections of Kamino if they weren’t full of cadets giving you suspicious looks. 

It seemed like you had just convinced everyone that you hadn’t caused the first invasion of Kamino. No one had told the cadets many details about what had caused this lockdown, but they paid enough attention to know that you were close to the situation. 

After a few hallways of those wary glances, you cut down a side path. The slightly longer trip was a price you gladly paid in exchange for avoiding all of the watchful eyes. 

You found yourself in a section of the city that housed the learning terminals. They weren’t currently in use - all flash training had been suspended while Kamino was on lockdown and there was no reason for anyone but a cadet to be in the terminal rooms. 

So why were you hearing adult voices coming from one? 

You peeked in through the partially open door, taking in the scene in a millisecond: There were six troopers in the room. Two of them were working at one of the terminals while the other four were observing the display screen at the front of the room. 

Surprisingly, you recognized the troopers. They had arrived on Kamino earlier that day. They weren’t the first to land on-planet after the lockdown had started, but they were one of the earlier groups. 

The reason they had attracted your attention was because of the reaction of the cadets. Most arrivals on Kamino before and after the six troopers were met with warm welcomes (and often a little teasing) from the cadets. But these six were given a wary distance. They didn’t seem bothered by it - in fact, they had seemed to accept that wariness as their due. 

Their attitude struck you as strange. The troopers were loyal, and that quality apparently went down to a genetic level. The idea of troopers who didn’t seem to feel that draw to be close with their brothers was unique, and you were very curious to know how that uniqueness had managed to survive long enough to leave Kamino at all. 

Of course, that curiosity was secondary to their motivations with the learning terminals.

You recognized the file pathways displayed at the front of the room: these troopers were trying to slice into Ko Sai’s private records. 

Perhaps it wouldn’t have been such a crisis if the Kaminoans hadn’t told General Ti that they intended to launch a full investigation of their information. They needed to find out what had been sliced, duplicated, or downloaded. And to get all of that done, they needed to shut down terminal access and cycle all codes and passwords. It was only with the General’s interference that you had managed to retain your own access. 

You were willing to bet that these troopers, whoever they were, didn’t have the same privileges you held. In that case, there was a very real risk that they were about to trigger a complete wipe of Ko Sai’s library of records. 

“Stop!” you cried, bursting through the doors before you could temper your reaction. 

Unsurprisingly, you were met with four drawn blasters. The two troopers at the terminal continued to work, but the others stared at you. 

“Who are you?” one demanded flatly. 

Your hands had risen instinctively, hovering palm-out as you tried very hard to look nonthreatening. “I’m an administrator. I was sent here by the Senate to write a report about the clone troopers.” 

“Proof?” another trooper asked. 

“You can ask anyone about me,” you said quickly, lamenting that you didn’t wear your Senate ID badge on a regular basis. You hadn’t since your first week on Kamino. “I’ve been here for a while.” 

They looked skeptical, but your attention was focused on the large display screen at the front of the room. 

“Please, you have to stop,” you warned them, your desperation rising as you watched a password entry box appear. “Don’t put in your password! Ko Sai-”

The trooper at the terminal had finished entering his password and submitted it without paying any attention to you. A moment later, the screen flashed red and an ominous timer started counting down. 

“Ko Sai put a self-destruct code into her records,” you finished lamely. 

One of the trooper holstered his blaster and turned to look at the display screen, swearing in Mando’a. “Jaing, can you stop it?” 

“Trying…” one of the troopers at the terminal replied.

You watched just as intently as the troopers did - the ones who weren’t aiming blasters at you, anyway. Only moments later, the trooper stopped typing, a slight slackening in his muscles serving as your only hint of the outcome. The trooper beside him swore colorfully. 

“It’s all gone,” one of the troopers summarized, still watching you for any sign of a fight. 

“Yes.” The one who had been working to circumvent Ko Sai’s trap stood - he had answered to the name ‘Jaing’ - neatly replacing the chair at the terminal. “What now?” 

“Now,” the trooper who had put his blaster away said grimly, “we find out a little more about our new friend.” 

“Always liked meeting new people,” the other trooper at the terminal said with a sharp grin, joining the others.

They were standing around you in a loose semi-circle. Three still held blasters aimed at you, so you stayed in your nonthreatening pose. 

“Who are you?” 

You took a breath, trying to keep from sounding scared. “I’m a Republic administrator, sent by the Senate-”

“You said that already,” a previously silent trooper told you, sounding unimpressed. 

“That’s because it’s true.” 

The one you privately thought of as the leader crossed his arms. “Never said it wasn’t. Doesn’t mean we should care.” 

“Ordo,” one of the others warned quietly. 

A chill went down your spine as you realized the rationale behind the warning: if these men didn’t care about your position as a representative of the Galactic Senate, there was something else motivating them. 

“Are you involved in the infiltration of Kamino?” 

One of the troopers laughed abruptly, the sound loud enough to make you flinch. “What are you talking about, civvie?” 

“How else would you have arrived so early?” you asked, voice soft as you fell into musing the convoluted pathways of logic. “You weren’t the first ones here, but you weren’t far behind. No one should have been traveling through this sector outside of official missions and you weren’t on one of those. And now you’re here, looking at top-secret information about the genetic basis of the clone trooper program. I told you I’m a Senate representative and you’re still thinking about shooting me.”

“See, this is what happens when nat-borns try to think,” one of the men said, chuckling. It was a good act, but you could see the utter lack of emotion in his eyes. “You’re seeing patterns that don’t exist.”

“No,” you refused decisively. “There are too many strange coincidences here. My gut is saying something is off. Why are you here?”

“I have a better question,” Ordo countered. “How did you know about the data wipe code in those files?”

“How did you know about those files at all?” another asked.

“Good point, Mereel,” Ordo congratulated, turning pointedly to face you. “How did you know about Ko Sai’s private holorecords?”

“I’m writing a report about clone troopers,” you repeated firmly. “I was given access to pull from all sources in order to make my report as complete as possible.” 

“Wait,” Jaing ordered, stepping forward. His gaze was intense as he asked, “Do you have a copy of Ko Sai’s data?” 

“No.” The tension lowered slightly, but Jaing was still watching you. “She built in a feature that doesn’t allow for any of the files to be copied.”

“So,” one of the unnamed troopers asked. “Should we neutralize her here or somewhere easier to clean up?” 

You struggled to stay impassive even as your stomach dropped. 

“Udesii, A’den,” Mereel said, holding a hand out. “Killing a Senate representative may not be the best move here.” 

“Why not?” A’den asked, grinning at you. “Planet’s already on lockdown. The long-necks’ll probably think their spy was the one who did it. I doubt if anyone has seen this one since things went dark.”

You straightened, giving him your coldest look. “Commander Colt would disagree with you. As would Captain Alpha-17.” 

The group had grown quiet at Colt’s name, but noticeably relaxed when you mentioned Alpha. 

“Nice try, civvie,” Ordo told you. “Seventeen is off-planet. Probably will be for a while, with the mess they walked into.” 

“What did you do to him?” you demanded, taking a furious and unwise step forward. The blaster barrels weren’t quite touching you, but they weren’t much more than a deep breath away. “If you hurt him-”

“Fiery little thing, isn’t she?” one of the others asked, grinning at the others even as his grip on the blaster stayed firm. 

“So much concern about clones,” A’den mocked. “Don’t you know we’re disposable?” 

“Speaking of,” one of the others interrupted, “she knows who we are and what we were looking for. We need to take care of this before we leave the planet.” 

Jaing lifted a brow at him. “Does that mean you’ve got an idea, Prudii?” 

“The balconies off the lower platforms were always useful. Cuts down on the mess and the body falls right into the sea,” Prudii said with a shrug. One of the others snorted and Prudii frowned at him. “Problem, Komr’k?” 

Komr’k shook his head, clearly fighting a smile. You waited with the others. Nothing seemed to be particularly amusing about the conversation, but perhaps it was just because it was your death that they were discussing. “Just thinking of all the applications of the term ‘aiwha-bait’.”

The reactions ranged from smirks to eye-rolls, but no one seemed to share your growing feeling of nausea. It probably wouldn’t hurt, so long as they executed you with a blaster bolt to the head, but you were getting a little dizzy as you thought about what would happen to your body after you died. And, of course, there were the people you would leave behind. 

No. 

It took some effort, but you pulled yourself out of the spiral you were drifting into. You had survived the Separatist attack on Kamino. You had faced down Ventress, working with some of the best soldiers in the galaxy to make it through the experience relatively unharmed. You could survive this, too. You would. 

The training terminals weren’t close to the lower balconies, not by a long shot. You had visited the balconies many times with Alpha. You knew the area well. There would be plenty of places to attract attention or slip away. And if you couldn’t manage to do either, you would make it loud and violent, enough to attract attention. 

“Let’s get moving,” Ordo ordered as A’den gestured toward the room’s entrance with his blaster. “Don’t do anything stupid.” 

You lifted your chin as you stepped toward the door. Could he see the determination on your face? You almost hoped he could. You wouldn’t passively accept being executed. A hand grabbed your shoulder, tugging so roughly that you stumbled forward.

“Someone should have given you the same warning, Ordo,” Alpha said menacingly, sweeping you through the doorway and behind him. He was in full armor, blocking the doorway with his bulk. 

“Alpha, no!” you urged him. “They have blasters.” 

“So do I,” he said, voice steely. “Plus enough detonators to make the first invasion look like a training mishap.” 

“We have some business with the civvie,” one of the troopers started. It was much more difficult to tell who was speaking when you couldn’t see any of them, but it didn’t matter. Alpha interrupted before anyone could say more than that. 

“Ulyc sushir,” Alpha said menacingly. Even from behind him, his voice rumbled through your chest. “You men are going to stand down. Forget whatever little geroya you had going with her. You’re going to let us walk away. If you think you have anything else to say to her - unlikely - you will go through me. Understood?” 

There was no answer. The next moment, Alpha repeated, “Understood?”

“Copy.” 

That single word seemed to be as far as the troopers were willing to go. Alpha took a step back, carefully keeping himself between you and the others until you were out of sight. 

“Who-?” 

“Wait.” 

You didn’t love being commanded like an animal, but considering that he had likely saved your life, you followed Alpha’s instruction. 

He activated his comlink, keying in a code from memory. 

The voice on the other end - male, older but not elderly - answered almost immediately. “Alph-”

“Call off your dogs,” Alpha demanded, durasteel in his tone. 

“If you’re talking about my boys, they’re on assignment on Kamino.” The voice was genial, friendly, almost paternal. Still, there was a sly undertone that warned you there was something more happening. “I have no say in what they do there.”

“They almost killed a civilian.” Alpha glanced at you, as if worried that you would be startled by his blunt appraisal of the situation. You didn’t react - you had known where things had been headed. “I need to be sure they won’t try it a second time.” 

“The only reason a civilian would be in danger is if they interfered,” the man said. “Dangerous thing in a warzone.” 

“Keep them under control or I’ll send you the tags.”

The staticky silence on the comlink turned deafening, almost icy. “We’ve never had reason to argue, Seventeen. If you push this, I guarantee that will change. You don’t want a revenge-driven mando on your shebs.”

“And you don’t want me to take a closer look at who wiped Dengar’s records from the Kaminoan databases,” Alpha countered. “The civvie is off-limits, Skirata. Tell them before we have a misunderstanding.” 

“You have to understand what they’re working for,” Skirata wheedled. “It’s important to them. To all of you. One civilian loss is a low price to pay.”

“Off. Limits.” Alpha bit out sharply. 

The quiet stretched as both sides battled for supremacy. Eventually, Skirata sighed. “I’ll see what I can do. But you know how clever my boys can be when they have an obstacle to get around.”

“Warn them,” Alpha advised, “or you’ll all find out how clever I can be.” 

“None of us are di’kutla enough to underestimate you, Alpha,” Skirata said, sounding a bit amused. “I only wish you’d find your way to working with us instead of against us.”

“Not as long as you’re trying to take out innocent civilians,” Alpha told him, severing the connection before Skirata could respond. 

“Now you,” Alpha said, glancing back over his shoulder. It wasn’t an easy motion to accomplish while wearing full armor and a helmet, so you moved to walk beside him. Just as well - trailing behind him like a lost tooka wasn’t your favorite thing. 

When you were next to him, Alpha removed his helmet and gave you a hard look. “How much do you understand about what just happened?” 

“Not much,” you admitted. “I know those troopers were trying to access Ko Sai’s records, even when I warned them not to. Who are they?” 

“They are known as the Null-class troopers,” Alpha told you slowly. “The first clones of Jango that the Kaminoans ever created.” 

“I thought the Alpha-class troopers were the first.” You were working from the assumption that no part of the conversation was going to offend Alpha, but you studied his expression for any hint of displeasure or hurt. 

“We were the first viable ones,” he explained. “The Nulls were too much like Jango. The Kaminii hadn’t figured out which genes to control for yet. The Null-class didn’t take orders, not to standard. Those six were slated for termination, but Kal Skirata saved them. He had just landed on-planet, a Mando mercenary hired by Jango to train the troopers.”

“Those six?” you echoed. “Were there other Nulls?” 

“There were twelve.” 

You swallowed against the bile that was trying to rise from your twisting stomach. “What happened to the other six?” 

“Embryos weren’t viable,” Alpha said shortly. “They never made it past that point. The six you just met are the only Nulls that ever existed and the only ones who ever will.”

“I… can’t say I’m upset about that,” you admitted.

Alpha huffed a near-silent laugh. “Why did you try to stop them from accessing Ko Sai’s files?” 

“She built a self-destruct trigger into them.” You were satisfied by the look of surprise on Alpha’s face. “Trying an incorrect password destroys all files on the system, and every remote copy that got saved. They didn’t realize their passwords had been locked down while the Kaminoans investigate their internal information.”

“And what was in the records?” he asked, guiding you around a corner with a hand against your back. You drank in the touch like it could sustain you. 

“Genetic information,” you answered. “I was reading it before I left my office. It was all about the way the Kaminoans had altered the Fett gene to create the ideal clone trooper personality. Ko Sai’s words, of course.”

Alpha grunted at that, but didn’t give any other response. 

“Do you think they’ll come back?” you asked after a few moments of silence. 

Alpha glanced sidelong at you. “Not if they know what’s good for them. But that’s why we’re going to your quarters. Better security.” 

You nodded. The two of you were close enough to your room that you didn’t feel the need to make any more conversation. As you entered the code to get into your room, you glanced back at Alpha. He was facing the hallway you had just come from, clearly keeping watch against anyone who might have followed you.

“I just need to brush my teeth, then the ‘fresher is all yours,” you said softly. 

Alpha grunted again, stepping through the door behind you. He worked on the interior panel, setting up additional security measures. There was no such thing as a slice-proof door panel, but those measures would give you some extra time if someone started working to get inside.

You left him to it, brushing your teeth and changing into pajamas before you left the refresher. Alpha had already removed his armor and dimmed the lights, sitting in just his body glove as he waited for the refresher. His leg jiggled with tension. 

As you stepped past each other, Alpha’s fingers rose to stroke down your forearm in a single gentle touch. Then he was inside the refresher and the shower water turned on as you listened. 

You had every intention of being awake when Alpha came back out, but you must have drifted off. The next thing you knew, the bed dipped as Alpha got under the covers behind you. His arm snaked around your torso, pulling you tight against him. You smiled, snuggling a little closer, but frowned. 

Alpha was trembling. 

There was a fine tremor running through his entire body, only perceptible now that you were close enough to feel it. His breathing was slightly irregular, easy enough to note now that you were looking out for it. 

Turning around in his arms wasn’t easy, especially when Alpha’s grip was so tight. But you managed, gently cupping his jaw when you were facing him. It was too dark to see, but the tightness of his jaw muscles under your palm was enough to know what he was feeling. 

“Alpha?” you asked softly. “Are you okay?” 

His breath left him in a shuddering exhale. “Almost lost you, neverd’ika.” 

“Never,” you assured him. “I would have found a way to get free. I wouldn’t leave you like that.” 

He laughed slightly. “You make it sound like a choice.”

“No choice at all,” you countered. “If my choices are between staying with you and letting someone take me away like that… I would have fought like hell.” 

Alpha was quiet, but you could feel the way his lips parted and closed over and over until he decided what he wanted to say. “The fact that you don’t seem concerned is enough to make me worry. Fear isn’t good, but it can keep you alive.” 

“You think I wasn’t scared?” you asked, letting your disbelief come through in your voice. “Alpha, I was terrified. Trem has been a great teacher, but I don’t think there’s much I could have done against six troopers. I think I’m in a bit of shock. When it all hits me, I’ll be a mess for a while.”

“I’ll take care of you if that happens.” 

Alpha’s vow made you smile. “I’ll gladly take you up on that. As long as you let me take care of you now.” 

He inched forward, searching blindly in the darkness until your lips met in a careful kiss. “I have a few ideas about what we could do.”

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Author's Note - There will be a spicy mini chapter to follow this one. Nothing vital to the plot happens in it - you will not miss anything if you choose not to read it. It will be posted on my NSFW alt account. If you don't know where that is, send me a message and I'll give you the username as long as you have 18+ in your bio. If you're under 18 and find it of your own accord, you're claiming to be mature enough to read adult content.

For those who have not read the Republic Commando series, the Null ARCs and Kal Skirata are fascinating characters! You're seeing them at their most ruthless here, but they have a lot of depth. They're on Kamino to complete their own mission, which can make them come off as antagonists, but life is rarely that simple.

My loose plan is to post one chapter every month, but the spicy chapters don't count toward that number. So I'll see you in a week or two for some 'quality time' with Alpha, and next month to see what happens after this!

I'm so glad to be back! Thank you to everyone who waited so patiently or sent words of encouragement. <3 For anyone new to this story, that long of a hiatus is not typical for me. I don't anticipate it happening again.

[vladdyissues]

I bet you know Immortal Husbands AU by ghost-chicky. I suggest to expand it with Omegaverse AU, mentioned in sks before (alpha > omega >> beta), Ghost king AU and space fiction.

According to Immortal Husbands AU, halfas age up to only 30 year, and they have to start new life from time to time. Dani was born in their second life. Vlad and Danny were over-warning her to hide her nature from people while she could be relax with ghosts, so, she's always been close to the Ghost Realm. Their daughter's interest and governmental crazy interruptations to the other world didn't let halfas leave Ghost Zone behind for, at least, one life. It has been becoming clearier that they should take the situation in their hands before it's too late. The best way to regulate relations between ghosts & people is to gain political weight. Danny fought with Pariah again, but that time he erased him. According to Ghost Realm laws, he became new Ghost king.

Not revealing his identity, as Phantom the king he entered into negotiations with the earthly government, the result of which were laws regulating movement between worlds and establishing prohibitions on what people in the Ghost Zone cannot do and what ghosts cannot do in the human world. After 2 decades of negotiations Danny finally returned to his normal life with Vlad. Danny visited the Ghost Zone only for issues that Parliament of Supreme Ghosts couldn't resolve without hime. For those movements Danny got for himself and for Dani artefacts, that works like Wulf's claws.

Yes, Vlad could be jealous for Danny's powers but he would come through it.

Halfas keep hidding their nature from the humanity until XXVI century when aliens find the Earth and give an ultimatim: "Become slaves of our cosmic Empire or your planet will be destroyed".

Of course, people are scared to the death. They still don't have weapons to fight back, they even didn't finish terraforming the Mars! Aliens' slavery includes all biopunk horror you possibly can imagine, no one would agree on it. In these times halfas reveal themselves with the idea how to save the part of the humanity: move a part of the Earth to the Ghsot Realm, and the whole Ghost Zone to the.. strong ecto-box! (Box Ghost: (:D My time has come!) Insane, but… it worked.

By that time Anti-ghost shields and costumes, ecto-filter systems was developed enough (thx to the between-worlds tourism) to people could safely live in the Ghost Zone (even without cancerogenic threat!). People quickly learnt to use ectoplasm as energy source. This is how the Space Era for humans had started. Yes, people keep terraforming the Mars but it took even more time to move on this planet. Until that, people will start a war with that aliens but ex-earthlings' warriors are belong to the race of halfa.

Obviously, halfas fit much more for Space. The only thing they need is an oxygen balloon, and even if it cracked they can easily repair it with ecto-glue or something. But people already has the compact oxygen-generating station. And halfas are dangerous weapons themselves, so, they are the best space warriors. However, only with certain genetic sequences a human able to successfully mutate into a halfa, else you die in pain. Plus, it turned out that only ecto-regulation is so strong that only alpha + omega can have kids. Beta is the most frequent for halfas too. Even if it's male and female, but both betas, they're sterile! This is the price.

VladCo is back! :D But this VladEctoScince now. They speciales on the difficult ecto-technology, and if the tech are made to be used in spaceship/open-space, it's an ecto-construction (all from ectoplasm, handmade by Plasmius). Vlad must change his cape to a medical gown.

Probably Vlad and Danny got a son, too, between 200 y.o. and the last day of Earth. Dani still would the traveller of the Ghost Zone while the boy will live near by parents, and under his parents' shadow since the start of teh Space Era.

The best song for this AU: Unreal — Newtype (there's eng vers).

[smooodles]

a scribbly flamey redesign to match the alpha redesign.. (i think links still mess up these posts showing in the tags so u will have to find his sorry)

i kinda went wild on this and just kind of went like? a biker type design for her? had to like. convince myself to put some kind of fluff in there somewhere because its present in about EVERY flamey design.. so i went with fluffy jacket. i also added some pink and gave her a sneaky undercut. thought it would be interesting if she went the gwen spider/verse route and leaned into the short hair, plus the pink could imply.. like, singes in her hair from where the anti-virus burned it off?

anyway. short hair flamey best flamey imo

[themareverine]

Priority: Alpha One Status Weapon Plus Program Weapon X Subject: RE: Patient XI, McAffery, Mare

To be Considered Armed and Extremely Dangerous ！ Classified Top Secret

➜ Demographics:

Residence: Transitory. Has been identified in New York, USA; Alberta, Canada; Washington, D.C.; Minneapolis, USA. Known Work History: Former journalist. Occassionally employed at the X Mansion as a professor of Biblical Ethics and History, Literature, and Ethical Practice in Journalism Communications. Alias': Mare McAffery, Mare McAffery-Howlett, Mare Howlett, "Wolverine" Martial Status: Married, at time of writing. Veteran Status: Military contracted with the Weapon X program, voluntary subject for military testing.

➜ Clinical Notes:

Age: 30 Height: 5'8" Weight: 210lbs Eye: Blue Hair: Brunette Genetic Interest: Assigned human, XX chromosome (female) standard profiling. X-gene did not present at birth.

Status exaggerated to homo superior at sexual maturity, late onset development of mutated superhuman abilities. Logged capabilities include enhanced strength, regenerative cell turnover leading to rapid recovery and anti-aging, reenforced skeletal composition (via voluntary testing, see Weapon X program footnotes) among others. Considered viable and of high interest.

Mare was not identified as homo superior at birth but later developed a rare form of the X-gene, called the DoubleX-gene. Her mutation was transitory, meaning, open to the invasion of the X-gene as a contagion. This allowed her to psionically alter the formation of her biological cells to the mapping of invasive X-gene at a genetic level. Meaning, her biological cells mapped the genetic makeup of that one viral presence alone, on a permanent basis. As a result, she acquired the same genetic profile as Wolverine through Weapon-X experimentation, which altered her biological makeup permanently. Noted abilities include longevity, foreign chemical and disease immunity, superhuman durability and stamina, and the presence of bone claws (later infused with adamantium).

➜ Field Notes:

！Subject considered armed and extremely dangerous. ！Approach with caution. ！No identified physical weaknesses. Prone to drowning, outside affiliation, emotional/psychological influences.

Bone Claws: Mare's skeleton includes two retractable claws in each arm that she can extend and retract at will. These claws are housed beneath the skin and muscle. Unsheathing them causes her skin to tear and bleed, but the wounds are quickly dealt with by her healing factor.

Longevity: Presumably, because she underwent the same experimentation as Logan, her healing factor will also provide her with an extended lifespan by slowing the effects of the aging process. She is approximately 120 years junior to Logan.

Foreign Chemical Immunity: Wolverine's natural healing also affords her the virtual immunity to poisons and most drugs. She can be affected by some drugs, such as tranquilizers, if she is exposed to a massive dose.

Disease Immunity: Due to her highly efficient immune system, Wolverine is immune to all Earthly diseases and infections.

Superhuman Durability

Superhuman Stamina: Muscles produce considerably less fatigue toxins during physical activity than the muscles of an ordinary human. She can exert herself at peak capacity for about 24 hours before fatigue begins to impair her.

Patient is flagged for viable fertilization, considered extremely valuable. Tagged non-lethal capture and seize.

[drivebythinker]

Anti Stydia but mostly because I hate Stiles

That's right, I said it. I hate Stiles. I hate how jealous he comes across because Scott is the werewolf. I hate how he basically said Lydia owed him for all the stuff he's done or bought for her when she NEVER ASKED. I hate how do many people put him on a pedestal without realizing he's the "but I'm a nice guy" trope and why him being the "nice guy" is a problem. I hate how he wanted Lydia to use her powers but the second she started to and needed his help he got put out by it and didn't believe her. It was SCOTT that provided the most support for her because Stiles was too pissy over Lydia dating Aiden.

Is Stiles a sympathetic character? yes. Did we need to hear about it from every angle at least once every season? No. I don't even 100% hate him because he does have heroic and even funny moments and he does love his friends and family. (I mostly loved first season Scott and Stiles, and his connection with Malia was beautiful) He's not irredeemable but he's also not the best part of the show.

On a separate but still important note: I know some folks hate that Lydia kissed him when he couldn't consent & I completely understand why people hate it. I also recognize that in that moment Lydia was concerned for a friend and had limited options for bringing him back. She'd tried talking to him, he was unresponsive and he was on the verge of passing out. Even as recently as when the show was on, slapping someone who was panicking was still seen as appropriate. So, when faced with the panic attack Lydia could either hit her friend or kiss him. She was well aware of which he preferred. Again, I'm not saying it was the right thing to do, I'm saying there's context and her primary motivation was that she panicked in the face of his panic.

IMO I think Scott and Lydia should have at least been explored. Their kiss in season 1 had far more chemistry than Stydia ever did, he could empathize with her being overwhelmed by her abilities, and they support each other in meaningful ways. Also, she's strong, smart, and knows when to build Scott up while knowing how to keep him humble and he knows how to support her emotionally without expecting anything in return. Lydia also knows how to support Scott as the Alpha. Plus, given their connection to Allison it would have made sense for them to find comfort in each other if even briefly. You can also tell Melissa loved Lydia and had accepted her as one of her own. Would they be end game? No because the Fandom wouldn't allow it. Do I think it would have been far better than the ending to both the series and the move that we got. Yes. Do I wish they'd been endgame? Hell yes.

[snowviolettwhite]

If you want to send me prompts for fanfiction for 9-1-1 set in the omegaverse with omega!Eddie and omega!Buck or omega!Eddie and alpha!Buck feel free to. I really want to write one but am having troubling coming up with a plot.

I have few ideas those and you can tell me what you think:

When Eddie who is an omega moved to California he start pretending to be an alpha but Buck being an omega figures out Eddie is an omega.

Both Eddie and Buck pretend they are not omegas to avoid discrimination plus the trauma they experience back home but they become best friends and work through that pain together.

I saw this post that anti-depressions in the omegaverse can stop heat/rut cycle and affect sex drive. Given Eddie and Buck mental health that might be on some anti-anxiety and anti-depressants medications.

[multi-fandom-of-madness]

I hope you don’t mind but I have a question. On your page you say you write of a band, I guess I would like to know more about the band if that is ok. Is it from a film or are they people? I am sorry for the bad question. I like your writing; hope you continue to write and enjoy the time off.

Oh I love this question!!! I love getting to go on tangents about this, so literally just come on in and ask me any questions you have, and I will answer (to the best of my ability).

Anything linked will look like this (and underlined).

Okay so, Ghost is an actual band. They’re a Satanic* metal band (you can find them on any music service). If you’re on TikTok, you probably have heard Mary On A Cross. That’s from their EP Seven Inches Of Satanic Panic.

Ghost actually has quite a bit of lore, which means they have characters and other things that go with the band in itself. Oftentimes, you’ll see someone say in their writing that they are “writing about the character, not the people under the mask.”

If you want, I can also post a timeline of events that are (I think mostly) canon events to explain things more in depth.

The frontman is Tobias Forge, but he uses a silicone mask to turn himself into different characters (Papa Emeritus I- Primo, Papa Emeritus II - Secondo, Papa Emeritus III - Terzo, and Papa Emeritus IV - Copia). So Tobias Forge is the lead singer, he just acts as different characters onstage.

Being a Papa basically means that dude is the leader of the Clergy (like a pope). Copia is the current Papa, so he’s currently the ‘head’ of the Ministry.

Primo, Secondo, Terzo, and Copia are all brothers because Papa Nihil is their father. I highly recommend watching the series I have linked at the end of this for more lore that I didn’t explain or didn’t remember (such as characters like Papa Nihil, Sister Imperator, or Mr. Saltarian) (I can also explain that stuff in a different post if you’d like).

Nameless ghouls are the people Tobias hires to perform during concerts (also commonly called Rituals). In lore, they’re basically elemental demons that the Papa’s (the anti-pope’s) summoned to perform with him and spread the word of Satan.

I’m just going to discuss the ghouls as characters and not the people under the mask because they’re masked and nameless for anonymity. Everyone basically knows who is under the mask, but some people prefer not to know, so I won’t go into the at the moment.

The current lineup is (name - instrument - element):

Dewdrop - lead guitar - fire**

Rain - bass - water

Phantom - rhythm guitar - quintessence***

Mountain - drums - earth

Swiss - backing (?) guitar, vocals, tambourine - multi-ghoul (which elements is up to you, but most say fire/quintessence)

Cumulus - keyboard, vocals, tambourine - air

Cirrus - keyboard, keytar - air

Aurora - vocals, tambourine - multi-ghoul (which elements is up to you, but most say water/air)

Previous ghouls that I know of but are no longer touring:

Aether - rhythm guitar - quintessence

Sunshine - vocals, tambourine - multi-ghoul (which elements is up to you, but most say fire/air)

Omega - rhythm guitar - quintessence

Alpha - lead guitar - fire

Mist - bass - water

Ifrit - lead guitar - fire

Zephyr/ChAir - keyboard/keytar - air

Ivy - drums - earth

Cowbell - cowbell - unsure of element

Special - interview ghoul (just Tobias Forge when he was still anonymous) - unsure of element

Plus others that I haven’t really gotten the chance to learn

Considering the ghouls are nameless and masked, it’s fairly difficult to figure out who is who when you’re just getting into the lore. If you want, I can make separate posts talking about how to tell them apart.

If you couldn’t tell, basically each element is attached with certain instruments.

Also the men are referred to as ghouls and women are referred to as ghoulettes, but people use ‘ghouls’ also as a general term. Not super relevant information, but just a little side note. A lot of people headcanon certain ghouls with they/them pronouns (commonly Rain & Phantom), and a lot of people also consider them as transgender (commonly Dewdrop - especially considering the elemental transition).

* A lot of people who listen to the band don’t identify as Satanic. Personally, I don’t, so don’t feel like you have to convert to Satanism to enjoy any of the content. Ghost is basically (for lack of better terms) a parody of the Catholic Church. They just has a lot of imagery in regards to mixing Catholicism and Satanic things.

** Dewdrop used to be the bassist after Mist left the band, but switched to lead guitar after Ifrit left. He used to be considered a water ghoul, but once he switched to lead guitar, he became a fire ghoul. In the lore, people say he had to go through a transition, so if you read any of the fanfiction, you’ll probably see quite a bit of angst in relation to his elemental transition.

*** Quintessence is usually seen as something to do with things with the mind - I’m not too good at explaining it, so you might just roll through google (or fanfiction) for better information

Papaganda: Episode 1 - Episode 2 (complete)

The Summoning: Playlist - 7 Videos (complete)

The Chapters: Playlist - 17 videos (still ongoing)

Jesus Talk With Father Jim DeFroque (this is kind of just a random thing that they did, it’s not super relevant to the lore) (from my knowledge)

[phoebe-delia]

Wireless Fic Claim: Stars by the Pocketful

Hi everyone! It's @hd-wireless fic claim time! I wrote Stars by the Pocketful based on "Snow on the Beach" by Taylor Swift. It's 2k, rated T, and just friends/co-workers to lovers fluff.

Thank you to @phdmama for the loveliness and encouragement and to @basicallyahedgehog for being an amazing and patient alpha/beta/overall maintainer of my sanity lol.

Here's an excerpt:

Draco arrives first, to scope out the place and pick the best bed before Potter can beat him to it. He uses the apparition coordinates the Ministry gave him and lands in front of a small cabin about the size of the Slytherin common room, plus maybe a couple of dorm rooms.

He unlocks the door using the passcode written on the note from his boss and gets settled. He makes a beeline for the bedroom and sits on both beds before choosing the one closest to the window, in case he needs an escape. Then, it’s a matter of unpacking his suitcase into half the closet and then reading a book on the surprisingly soft couch in the living room while he waits.

He’s been there maybe an hour and a half when Potter arrives, flushed and grinning. “Hey, Draco,” he says running a hand through windswept hair. “Merlin, that portkey was rough. Thought I was going to be sick when I landed. But I just took one of those anti-nausea potions Hermione brews and I’m a new man! How about you? Looks like you’ve been here a while, but if you still feel queasy, I have an extra bottle.”

Potter starts to dig through his duffel bag when Draco clears his throat. “I’m fine, Potter. But thank you.”

Potter shrugs. “Suit yourself.” He looks at his Muggle watch and swears. “Merlin, it’s nearly dinner time. Are you hungry? I can cook us something once I get unpacked if you’re willing to be on dish duty.”

Draco nods, and he’s rewarded with a bright grin. “Great!” Potter says, making his way to the bedroom. “Be back in a mo’.”

Potter cooks them a surprisingly delicious dinner. “I found a little garden out back,” Potter says between bites of hearty, flavorful beef stew, “And we can ask for groceries to be delivered by Floo. So at least we know we won’t starve.” Draco just dunks a piece of crusty bread into his bowl, chewing as he nods along.

It isn’t until later that night, when he’s sure Potter must’ve fallen asleep, that Draco whispers into the distance between their beds, “Thank you, Harry.”

He tells himself he imagines the mumbled reply: “You’re welcome, Draco.”

Read the rest on AO3

[bunnygirl678]

I'm so sorry everyone...

But here it is, (again i'm sorry, also this is a partially written story so expect it in the next year, once I’m done with January from hell) my hanahaki, omegaverse, soulmate au (AKA the big 3 verse)

I had a soulmate au that i had half written that I didn't feel like really was interesting enough on it's own so I kept playing with it and decided to add the other two.

-soulmate au, kind where first words of your soulmate show up on your wrist, but not everyone has a soulmate, not necessarily rare, but not super common either, think green eyes

-little Green's first words are "I hate you, Green" he's v upset, obviously

-he already has a hard time cause he's a male omega (v rare), his parents are really supportive, love him a ton ect..

-they die, he and Daisy move in with the prof, he's very anti-omega, always treats green like shit not abusive but an ass,

-green and red bond, red never speaks to green (he really only talks to his mom and even occasionally), green doesn't mind red's an alpha who doesn't act like an alpha, green is an omega that doesn't act like an omega

-red's first words are pretty generic "let's play with your pokemon" or something to that effect, sure green said it but so have lots of other kdis

-it's time for the journeys, everything goes pretty canon both start hating each other to a certain degree, they're angry/hurt/you know, after the defeat red and green get into a fist fight,

-Red says his first words to Green, "i hate you, green"

-both of their wrists start burning 'oh shit we're soulmates'

-green runs off to his sisters, red runs off to mount silver (not that anyone knows where he's going)

-green becomes gym leader, he's doing... well not great, he's always got alpha suitors, has to constantly prove himself cause he's a male omega

-plus his soulmate rejected him, he starts coughing a lot right after the loss, Daisy tries everything, eventually he coughs up a flower petal, does some research, oh

-doesn't tell anyone, starts taking meds to help with the symptoms, can help prolong his life some, but he's going to die, he's got maybe 10 years unless his soulmate loves him back

-lives his best life, he's gonna die he's accepted it whatever

-gold (another omega! one who has a soulmate too! and is a champion!) and him get super close, sure gold looks a ton like Red but they’re nothing alike except the fire that burns (and that fire burns in green too)

-gold finds red on mount silver, green goes up because red needs to go home to his mother

-he’s able to convince red to come home fairly easily, he and red kinda start being friends

-they’ve both hit puberty at this point so heats and ruts are things

-greens hanahaki starts getting worse, cause he and red are friends again but he’s so sure that red doesn’t love him, I mean he has the proof on his wrist

Will he tell red about his hanahaki? Does Red actually love his soulmate? Does green go into heat at an inopportune time?

Those questions will be answered once I have time to write again!

[shiveringsoldier]

Ask game: Breaking Bad

My favorite female character: Skyler 🫶

My favorite male character: Gus. He's a great villain and a great character in general

My favorite book/season/etc: Season 4 I think

My favorite episode: I'm not sure. I've only seen the show beginning to end once and haven't rewatched any episodes. I love "Ozymandias," but I'm not sure if that's my favorite individual episode

My favorite cast member: Aside from Bryan Cranston, I'm not familiar with any of the cast members' work outside of Breaking Bad, so I don't have strong feeling about any of them. That being said, Anna Gunn might be my favorite for talking about the outrageous levels of misogyny directed at her character

My favorite ship: I don't have any ships. I like Jesse's relationship with Jane and later his relationship with Andrea. In both cases, the characters love each other, but they also make each other worse. Jane relapses after more than a year of sobriety, and Andrea meets Jesse while she's in recovery and Jesse is trying to sell meth to people in recovery. (Quick sidebar but I fucking HATE how the show kills off Andrea)

A character I’d die defending: Skyler and Marie. The hatred they receive is straight-up misogyny. Their husbands are a drug kingpin and an abusive cop, but I guess Marie being mildly annoying at times is a greater offense than her husband's police brutality.

A character I just can’t sympathize with: Easy answer perhaps, but Walter. I think it's hilarious that he's worshiped as some alpha male hero when in reality he's a pathetic weasel who's a bully at best and an active tormentor at worst. The way he abuses and gaslights Jesse is horrific. Plus, you know, he tries to sexually assault Skyler.

A character I grew to love: Jesse. I think it took me longer to warm up to him than it did for other fans (I had a very hard time with his frequent use of the r-slur in the early seasons), but after a while I just wanted him to get the hell out of the life that Walter forced him into and live his own life.

My anti OTP: I have no idea what the popular ships in the show are, but I hope no one earnestly ships Walter and Skyler or Hank and Marie. Both of those women deserve better than their shitty husbands.

[perelka-l]

As a bilingual person I can say the Chinese Pokemon fans are light years ahead of us. I saw a guy write an ENTIRE 9 PARAGRAPHS on Kieran suffering from heat (Omegaverse) because they had like. No omega heat suppressors and Drayton being like “Thank god I’m on suppressants or Carmine would bury me in Kitakami” Note that that fic wrote “Alpha” “Beta” and “Omega” IN ENGLISH SO IT WAS DAMN OBVIOUS

Plus if you go on Lofter (Chinese social media) the top post with Kieran’s tag is him passionately kissing Florian

Oh my goooddd. I follow plenty of JP fandom ppl on Twatter and translate button is often used when I spot some key phrases and honestly. Eastern fandoms, from what I see, are so open and unashamed in their love and perversion, it's so refreshing to see. I saw recently a person do a 50p book about Kieran getting destroyed by a filthy old man! I saw a fic with Florian and Drayton drugging Kieran with mochi! And that's only last month or so and I don't translate everything that crosses my path! Nvm the tweets! The tweets!! And there is more likely so much more one doesn't see, considering jp fandom has comfort of keeping things offline!

I honestly think anti anglos would collapse out of heart attack if they like, understood what other fandoms look like and function. Seriously, lightyears of distance...

Sad thing is that anglo fandom used to be so much more open and unashamedly about things. Like, tunglr before 2015s? Live fucking journal times? Man, I miss kink memes so much, someone could swoop in asking for most deranged shit and could get it. It was insane, but open and honest. Policing always existed, of course, I don't want to idealize those times, but it was different.

Personally I try to up my derangery as much as possible to keep the levels up. There is no reason to not be open and unashamed of what you enjoy, to the limits allowed by the platform you're on of course (so I don't go nsft ways here ofc, while on twatter I keep my r-18 stuff away, partially out of courtesy and partially bc man, if my normal mode makes people so outraged...) but honestly. I also feel like if I won't be deranged, no-one else will, so I wanna lead an example, in a way, not as an example but more of "if no-one will, I will" way (does it make sense?).

It's so cool you have access to other side of fandom!!! Chinese fandom is a large unknown for me but usually one can see on AO3 that the taste is immaculate fr fr so that's hella!!

Also oh my god Kieran in heat and Drayton on surpressants sounds delightful. Having a cute omega in heat and you for once keep your head cool... Oh my. That's a lovely imagery, thank you for sharing that 🥺 wish I could read it...