#bay of quinte | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

local-winged-thing · 30 days ago

Text

Jazz Mecha Au Headcannons

@Keferon's mecha au has been taking up my brain space recently which led to me having some ideas, which I originally wanted to format as drabbles. They keep getting longer but aren't their own full story yet, so I', just going to post them here.

btw here's where I post them on AO3 -> Stories from the Command Center - Chapter 1 - LocalCrypticChronichles - Transformers - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Another explosion rocked the command bay as a quintesson missile hit the ship’s hull. The Autobots had both almost finished evacuating and the command staff was busy shouting orders through comm lines helping the last few ships clear the area.

Optimus stood solemnly in front of the monitors and Blaster followed his worried expression to the screen that showed Jazz slaughter whatever Quintesson soldiers were stupid enough to try and fight him.

Jazz was not someone to be worried for. He butchered Quintessons as if that’s what he was built for and brushed off fatal injuries as they were only scratches on his paint. “Fatal injuries” did not simply mean stab wounds either, in the time Blaster had known him, Jazz had gotten mauled, crushed,melted, beheaded, and dismembered in various ways due to his own stupid stunts.

Most of the time Jazz was an unconquerable nightmare for quintessons, he would crawl out of the ditches they threw him in, plating fractured and limbs barely attached and proceed to shred his enemies in the most efficient, and effective way possible.

Then you’d find him sauntering back to Ambulon, humming a happy tune while looking like a fresh corpse.

At the moment, however, Jazz was stumbling and noticeably slower than usual, he had been for a good part of the current battle. The cause of this was clearly the extensive damage on his chest plate, which he had attained sometime during the fight. Primus, based on how much worse his fighting got after the injury, it looked like he possibly damaged his spark chamber. His external communicator also got knocked off sometime in the fighting, and because for some reason whatever alien species Jazz came from didn’t have internal comms, they had no way of contacting him.

They watched as Jazz staggered back. The quintessons kept coming, and Jazz kept killing them, but he was getting slower, and more sluggish.

Blaster hadn’t been paying attention to Jazz’s medical needs because he assumed the medical team had it covered. He knew that when he had first met him there was some confusion on what planet Jazz was from, but that should have been cleared up by now, right? Whatever planet Jazz came from obviously produced strong mechs, given how Jazz seemed unkillable at times.

Now was not one of those times and given the hushed and stressed whispers of the medics behind him, it was clear they didn’t know as much about Jazz as he thought they did, and jazz tried not to think about them making a possibly lethal decision while trying to fix the spark casing, or heal the spark of a mech with an unfamiliar frame.

Jazz only had two opponents to get through, two enemies to cut down before he’d have to run to one of the nearest shuttles. There were three shuttles still on the ground, one starting its ascent into the air.

Then, suddenly, one of the quintessons was able to stab Jazz through the armor.

The shock prod the quintesson used went all the way through to the other side.

Jazz stilled.

His wound sparked.

The command bay quieted.

It looked like the prod went through his spark.

Blaster felt like his own spark just spinning, he was not ready to lose a friend.

The quint, seeing that his enemy was dead, saw no reason to remain and let Jazz’s limp body slide off the weapon, then turn to follow his partner back to where they’re main forces were gathering.

Suddenly, Jazz sprung up and impaled the quint through the back and out one of its eyes, the quint screeched and flailed, its tentacles thrashed, getting the attention of the other one, before going slack and face planting onto the ground.

Everyone watching in the command bay cheered, but although Blaster was happy his colleague hadn’t gone gray yet, he knew that Jazz still was not in the clear yet, and only one shuttle to evacuate in remained.

Jazz wouldn’t make it.

He swayed, and raised his blaster to defend against the last quintesson charging at him, but it was flung out of his hand as the quintesson barreled into him.

It was clear that Jazz was no longer strong enough to fight, he tumbled to the ground and Blaster, not wanting to watch his friend go grey as the quintesson mutilated him, prepared himself to cut the feed and order the last shuttle to take off.

Then he spotted a familiar red chevron somewhere it definitely wasn’t supposed to be.

Prowl launched himself at the quintesson, shooting his acid rifle at point blank range.

The room that had remained relatively quiet, aside from perturbed whispers and restrained, hopeful, words of encouragement, exploded, because their head tactician was not in the secure location he was supposed to be.

Blaster ran to his console while trying to ignore the fact that Optimus had grabbed his Axe and was heading to where the smaller fighter ships were stationed.

He really hoped Ironhide would stop him because what they needed to do now was send a proper team to secure their second in command, not also have to worry about their leader on some not-yet-empty battlefield in enemy territory.

::Prowl!:: Blaster shouted through comms ::Prowl, do you copy?::

If Prowl heard him he didn’t answer.

Prowl had won his fight and was trying to pull Jazz towards where the last shuttle was located.

The shuttle sent a request to take off which Prowl denied. Looking at how a group of Quintessons spotted Jazz and Prowl, he may have to order the soldiers on it to assist. He decided to take the chance of the shuttle being spotted as well and ordered them to move closer to Prowl’s location.

Prowl had stopped trying and failing to move the larger bot. Dragging him was taking too much time, the quints would get them before they got to the shuttle, and Prowl knew from experience that he wasn’t strong enough to carry Jazz while running without falling over.

Jazz grabbed a crow-bar looking piece of metal off the ground and stuck it into Jazz’s chassis.

The command bay was dead silent.

Everyone watched in shock as Jazz ripped Jazz’s chassis off him. Plating, structure, internal wiring was tossed to the side leaving everyone in the bay to process that they have either witnessed a murder or were about to.

Prowl stood over Jazz with the same annoyed expression on his face that he has when he has to deal with the inconvenience of hunting soldiers down for their post-mission reports.

Prowl had gone nuts.

Now his friend was as good as dead, and Prowl, of all people, had either just betrayed them to quintessons or had truly lost it.

Blaster wanted to cry.

Then Prowl reached towards the inside of Jazz’s chest, and everyone prepared for him to snuff his spark, but-

wait…

There was no spark to be seen. A small organic popped out of Jazz’s chest and into Prowl’s hands.

What had just happened?

Everyone was still reeling from the emotional rollercoaster that was the last three minutes.

Jazz, or not Jazz. At least what he hoped wasn’t Jazz but an empty shell, was left behind as Prowl and the organic made their way towards the shuttle now providing cover fire.

Both had some explaining to do.

#jazz mecha au #jazz #prowl #transformers #tf mecha universe #jazzprowl

64 notes · View notes

blueikeproductions · 3 months ago

Text

Zeta Prime as the 13th Prime is admittedly unusual.

Conceptually, the 13 were initially meant to be an intentionally vague group shrouded in mystery. It wasn’t until the Bay Fallen that the Primes began being fleshed out as a group more, with The Fallen, Alpha Trion, Liege Maximo, Vector Prime, Prima and Maccadam chosen to properly be members of the group. To fill in the gaps and explain other series concepts Onyx, Solus, Nexus, Micronus, Amalgamous and Quintus were created.

That left one unaccounted for.

Aligned tried to be cute about, by dubbing them “The Arisen”, another Prime like The Fallen whose name was stricken from history, but unlike Megatronus, The Arisen was highly regarded.

In actuality, the 13th was Optimus.

Perhaps a decades late overreaction to 80’s kids horrified at Optimus dying, and Rodimus as such not being embraced, Aligned opted to make Optimus so special, so meant to be a Prime, he WAS one of the 13.

This … isn’t exactly a popular idea among fans, as it greatly lessens the appeal that Optimus EARNED his position, rather than he simply already WAS Prime. This probably is meant to tie into the Dynasty of Primes concept from the movies that was fleshed out more in the IDW movie comics. I think it worked better there because it was just a one off thing, and Optimus didn’t even believe he was Prime, and was too humble to accept it.

Aligned would explain it as Optimus sacrificing himself on ancient Cybertron and being reborn into Orion Pax, minus his memories. TFP and RiD15 would mimic this… multiple times, having Optimus live up to being the Arisen, but that this specific cycle keeps happening makes me think the Arisen has a thinly disguised fetish.

Other media like Forged to Fight, Cyberverse and IDW would also use this concept to some extent, the simplified version being the 13th Prime is the one that was destined to truly bare the Matrix. Everyone else was just keeping it warm for him.

This typically means Optimus, except for Prime Wars where Rodimus, Optimus and finally Optimus Primal bore the Matrix, with the Boss Monkey being Optimus Prime’s true successor while Hot Rod was in a coma after being overshadowed by Unicron.

IDW saw Optimus use the religious colonists’ belief in The Arisen as a political tool to ensure Cybertron, Earth and related planets stay United. The Arisen was also one of the ancient tribal Primes, though we never got a proper look at him. Shockwave, having gone back to the past, would say Optimus truly is the Arisen, but the matter was intentionally left vague and never addressed.

Forged to Fight leaned more in the original Aligned concept, where The Fallen immediately recognized Optimus as the 13th, but Optimus has no clue what he was on about.

Cyberverse tries to split the difference. Optimus is marked as the 13th Prime when he dies in the Robo-Robotnik universe, and joins the Matrix. In the main universe, Zeta Prime is implied to be among the 13 Primes, as a power mad Starscream names several Scraplets after them.

Because of TFONE looking to greatly simplify things, the somewhat complex idea of the Arisen was tossed aside in favor of sticking Zeta Prime in the role instead. Not to mention Orion being preordained to be Optimus doesn’t fit at all for the story the movie is trying to tell.

But who is Zeta?

Well…

He’s more a concept than a character. He doesn’t really have a preexisting counterpart from Marvel or Dreamwave to give us an idea of what he’s like.

His origins seem to lie in the WFC game.

While his colors evoke Marvel and Animated Sentinel, it appears there was conflicting ideas on what his name was. The game studio declared he was Zeta Prime, while Hasbro insisted he was Sentinel Prime, with ultimately the character becoming “Sentinel Zeta Prime”. The game still calls him Zeta nonetheless, with ancillary media describing him as a former, fiery military officer who lost touch with the robots he represented. He was responsible for chasing off the Quints and ushering in the Golden Age with the various Colony Worlds until the Rust Plague happened, forcing the Space Bridges to be shut down. That seemed to mark the downfall of Zeta going forward, as he was also the Prime that retained the Quints’ oppressive caste system that Megatron (and Orion Pax) rose up against.

Hasbro’s insistence he was Sentinel persisted in the Covenant of Primus, where his younger self resembled TFA Sentinel Prime, along with having an association with the Elite Guard.

This connection to Sentinel is semi referenced in TFONE, as Zeta was the first Matrix barer, with a power hungry Sentinel shooting him dead and eagerly tearing into his chest to claim the Matrix. Perhaps this was meant to be a meta gag on the writers’ part, with Sentinel going “I’m the guy before Optimus, not you, ya pompous poser!”

The only other Zeta that we know of is from IDW, a significant Prime that like Nova Prime, influenced a lot of the lore.

Initially he looked like this.

Your typical IDW “OC”, with him eventually donning on armor that became his standard look.

I swear someone on staff at the time clearly liked Digimon, because that is straight up Seraphimon.

It even had the loin cloth sash thing.

Other artists would Roboticize the design, making the Seraphimon influence less obvious though.

What this version of Zeta Transforms into is never specified, but with IDW original villains tending to favor flying machines, I’m going with a jet.

Zeta and Orion Pax were former students of Shockwave (pre-emotionless cyclops), both being seen in having greatness to being a Prime. Zeta became Prime after Sentinel’s “death”, fulfilling Shockwave’s desires. Zeta would become Orion‘s teacher and friend, but like Megatron, Orion would notice Zeta increasingly slip into megalomania, the stress of the early Great War against the Decepticons growing, feeding Zeta’s own lust for power. The mask finally having slipped, Zeta Prime used a “Vamparc Ribbon” in an attempt to wipe out the Decepticons or any form of rabble rousers, nor particularly caring who or what the ribbon sucked the Energon out of in the process. Orion and Megatron saw fit to team up against a mutual enemy and destroyed him, though the Great War waged on regardless.

TFONE Zeta Prime visually draws inspiration from his WFC counterpart, though simplified and a bit more ancient looking. While the character model is clearly blue and gold, the in movie model looks more dark gray-ish to me, somewhat evoking Liege and Prima.

We know very little about him, though as he is worthy of carrying the Matrix, clearly he wasn’t at all like his psychotic IDW counterpart. Perhaps the stand out thing is Zeta is the first Prime to carry the Matrix here, as that usually goes to Prima. Presumably this is a vestigial nod to the old “the 13th is the true Matrix barer”, as Optimus later is the only other Prime to carry it, completing the reference. Despite this, the Primes wax on about Orion’s bravery and self sacrifice to protect his friends and expose Sentinel, dodging the preordained Optimus thing.

A notable fan theory states that Optimus’ axe on the finale might be donated from Zeta thru the Matrix, as he too carries an axe as his signature weapon.

This seems to suggest that on top of needing to simply the Prime concept, perhaps Hasbro is moving away from the concept of “The Arisen” altogether. It also implies, with the use of Zeta, the 13th can be anyone a particular story needs it to be, referencing the original concept of the Arisen being a “mystery” anyway.

I think what bugs me more is The Arisen feels like a reinterpretation of Hot Rod’s chosen one role from the original movie and Marvel comics. Modern material is pretty dead set that the Prime lineage ends with Optimus, another instance of ignoring Rodimus.

But Hot Rod & Rodimus Prime fit this Arisen role so much better, due to the Marvel Comics better emphasizing Rodimus’ connections to Primus.

As Primus in his original form more heavily resembles Rodimus.

I would like to think that if the 13th Prime is free to be anyone, that some writers will take advantage of that and stick Rodimus in the role, where he reincarnates in the modern era as Hot Rod and arises once more as Rodimus Prime. It’d be nice to give Rodimus some respect for once, rather than being the whipping boy of angry nerds ala the IDW Deviations comic or, to some extent, MTMTE/LL. We got a better outcome in ReGen One, hopefully that can be replicated in a future cartoon or the Energon Universe somehow since Hot Rod is a major character in Void Rivals. Incidentally, Hot Rod exists in the One universe also, so if the story continues, maybe we could see TFONE Rodimus at some point.

As for Zeta, we’ll have to wait and see if future material keeps him as the 13th and if so, if they try fleshing him out more. Maaaaybe leave the IDW interpretation in the past tho’, or at least reinterpret the Vamparc Ribbon as both a Solus invention and a weapon of last resort Zeta doesn’t like using if we want to let him as the good guy.

#blueike productions #blueike #transformers #maccadam #zeta prime #transformers one spoilers #transformers one

69 notes · View notes

ashtonderoy · 1 year ago

Text

As a Worker with Autism. Black cloud mood update.

Written by Ashton Deroy As a #Worker with #Autism . That doesn’t mean I am not focused on finding a job, #Working to be #successful, and making something out of the name #AshtonDeroy . 2023-ashton-deroy-resumeDownload I just need to find the right environment. In the meantime I will be also working on myself, improving my #Sales skills and endurance for a new job. I…

View On WordPress

2 notes · View notes

dailyanarchistposts · 1 month ago

Text

How Peace Came to the Rotinonshón:ni

Aiewáhtha Wampum Belt [9]

The story of the formation of the Rotinonshón:ni has been passed down by oral tradition, by reciting the Kaianere’kó:wa. This recitation has been done in at least five similar languages and translated and transcribed into English in multiple versions. There are many variations, and no definitive version. [10]

In a version of the story common at Ohswé:ken, [11] Tekanawí:ta was born under mysterious circumstances to a Wendat mother, along the Bay of Quinte. [12] After a difficult childhood, Tekanawí:ta left his community to bring the message of peace to the Iroquois. He traveled south across Kaniatarí:io, where he encountered Aiewáhtha preparing a meal. Aiewáhtha, grieving for lost loved ones, was planning to a eat a man he had slain in vengenance. Tekanawí:ta conducted a condolence ceremony for Aiewáhtha, so as to end the blood feuding. He convinced Aiewáhtha to eat only of the flesh of deer, not man. Finally, he persuaded Aiewáhtha to give up war and to help him bring peace to the Iroquois.

According to a women’s oral tradition, [13] Tekanawí:ta then approached the head clan mother, Tsikónhsase.[14] Tsikónhsase, of the Kakwa:ko (Neutral) nation, had provisioned warriors and also administered disputes. [15] She agreed to support Tekanawí:ta’s efforts for peace if he agreed to codify into the Kaianere’kó:wa several powers and responsibilities for women: matrilineality of clans, the clan as the basis of popular sovereignty, and the collective ownership of agricultural land by women. Barbara Mann, Shotinontowane’á:ka author and professor of Native American Studies, views the underlying conflict of the era in terms of the material culture of production. She describes the conflict as one between women-led agriculturists and the cannibalistic hunters, led by Thatotáhrho. Tekanawí:ta’s role was to unite the warring factions, establish both farming and hunting as modes of production, and abolish cannibalism. [16]

Tekanawí:ta, Aiewáhtha and Tsikónhsase visited a series of Iroquois communities. Having gone to the Kanien’kehá:ka and gained their support, they visited the Oneniote’á:ka, gaining their acceptance as well. Next they visited the Ononta’kehá:ka, but were rebuffed by Thatotáhrho. They then gained the support of the Kaion’kehá:ka, and finally visited the westernmost nation—the Shotinontowane’á:ka. All of the Shotinontowane’á:ka were convinced except their two principal war chiefs; these were brought into agreement and designated as the ratihnhohanónhnha, the doorkeepers, responsible for protecting the long house of the Rotinonshón:ni from enemies to the west. Having convinced all of the Shotinontowane’á:ka, they returned to the Ononta’kehá:ka, and there was a mighty struggle with Thatotáhrho.[17] Tsikónhsase devised a solution, suggesting to Tekanawí:ta that the council fire of the Rotinonshón:ni could be with the Ononta’kehá:ka, and that Thatotáhrho should become its keeper. [18]

Tekanawí:ta had several other innovations for the Rotinonshón:ni polity. The fifty men who would make decisions through consensus at the council fire were named roiá:ner, and they would wear deer horns to represent that they had forsaken war and ate only the flesh of deer, not of men. The roiá:ner were to have skins “seven spans thick”: they would be patient, not easily offended. Tekanawí:ta named each of the roiá:ner, and stated that their names would be requickened when they died (or were removed from office) and returned to the clan mothers, the iotiiá:ner. The iotiiá:ner had the responsibility of selecting new roiá:ner, though never the son of the previous roiá:ner. The iotiiá:ner would also have the authority to recall roiá:ner from office. A provision was made for further speakers to be added to the council at Ononta’kehá:ka, men who had merit and had sprung up like a Pine Tree—“Ohnkaneto:ten.” The Ohnkaneto:ten would have voices but not votes; their appointment would die with them and not be transferred. Further, the great good way, the Kaianere’kó:wa, could be amended by “adding to the rafters” of the longhouse.

The weapons of war were buried beneath the tree of peace, so that there would be no further war among the nations of the Rotinonshón:ni. [19] (The English idiom, “burying the hatchet,” originates with the Rotinonshón:ni.) The tree’s four white roots of peace stretched to the cardinal directions, spreading the good tidings. There were rules for adoption of individuals and whole nations, to follow the roots, find shelter beneath the tree of peace, and join the Rotinonshón:ni. The condolence ceremony for those who were in grief was described, as well as the use of wampum. The Rotinonshón:ni would be guided by principles of “peace, power and righteousness.” The last issue that Tekanawí:ta resolved was about hunting territory: Tekanawí:ta declared that all Rotinonshón:ni would share the hunt and “eat of one bowl.” [20]

23 notes · View notes

npdsodo · 5 months ago

Text

Unnamed nameless ghouls but with names!

Theres a few ghouls who dont have fandom wide names so heres some ideas!!

Nihil's Air: Gale

Nihil's Fire: Formerly Ignas, currently Phil/Special (personal HC!)

Nihil's Earth: Gaia

Nihil's Water: Bay

Nihil's Quint: Stardust

Era 1 earth: Terra

Era 1 air: Squall

#the band ghost #ghost band #ghost bc #nameless ghouls #Gale ghoul #Ignas ghoul #special ghoul #phil ghoul #gaia ghoul #bay ghoul #terra ghoul #squall ghoul #stardust ghoul #-adrian yaps

21 notes · View notes

lilypadlys · 4 months ago

Text

Lest Your Star Fade

Aether tries to not let on how much the rest of the pack being away on tour is affecting him. Omega is having none of it.

Ship: Aether/Omega

Word Count: 3,306

Rating: Explict, NSFW

Tags: smut, light angst, fluff, tail play, blow jobs, anal fingering, rimming, anal sex, knotting

Notes: For @delusionalandferal Omega/Aether smut as promised with a side of angst cause you said you like it. Hope you enjoy!

Read below the cut or on AO3

The rest of the pack is away on tour, leaving Aether and Sunshine alone in the ghoul den. They’re both doing their best to put on brave faces. It’s painful to be separated from their family. They both fear that letting themselves feel the full brunt of it would see them shatter into pieces.

Aether thinks he’s hiding it all pretty well. He shows up to his shifts in the infirmary on time and offers to stay late. Maintains his calming bedside manner. Cracks jokes with the other staff over coffee breaks. Back in the den, he does everything he can to support Sunshine. He’s always up to cuddle, fuck, stay up and watch movies together all night. Anything to make sure she doesn’t feel so alone.

It’s at night though; when he curls up into bed with Sunshine to sleep. Well, she sleeps. He stares at the ceiling. He pets her hair and uses his quintessence to keep her nightmares at bay. What little he does sleep at night is fitful. During infirmary shifts he sneaks into the old exam rooms, no longer in use, for cat naps between emergencies. He eats only because he has to. Otherwise he tries to stay constantly busy.

Omega is having none of it.

The elder quint has tried to confront Aether on it. Asked if there's anything he can do to help. Reminded him to eat and sleep. Even banned him from coming to work for a week. Aether just volunteered to help the clergy with paperwork until a flu outbreak necessitated his presence in the infirmary once more.

Omega is beyond determined to get Aether to rest; resolved to tie him up and knock him out with quintessence if it comes to it. Fortunately a certain multi ghoulette comes to him with a plan. The next day he puts it into motion.

“Hey Aeth?”

“Hmm?” Aether looks up from his coffee he’d been staring blurily into. “What’s up?” He barely suppresses a yawn.

Omega bites his tongue to avoid voicing another blatant plea for Aether to get some sleep. Instead he scratches his chin.

“Do you have a copy of Magnus’ Treaties on Quantum Realities?”

Aether snorts.

“Need some bedtime reading? That book’s a bore. So dry it’ll put you right to sleep.”

Maybe you should read it then, Omega almost mutters.

“Nah, need it for the research the clergy’s having me do.”

It’s a believable response. In their retirement, the quint ghouls are often tasked with research projects for the clergy in their spare time.

“Ah. Yeah I think so. You're welcome to grab it and any other books you need.”

“I tried the other day but I couldn’t find it.” Not even a lie. Omega indeed couldn’t find the book, though he didn’t exactly try very hard. He just needed to know it would be in plain sight.

“Hmm? You know how my shelves are organized. Alphabetically by topic and then author-”

“And then volume, yeah. It wasn’t there.”

“Oh…hmm. Maybe it’s in the overstock boxes in my closet. We can check there but it might take a while.”

They both know going through those boxes is akin to an archeological dig. Unlike Aether’s neatly organized shelves, the boxes are a mishmash of titles and topics due to acquiring the books at an estate sale and never having time to sort through them. Then any books he doesn’t have shelf space for get added and the task just gets worse.

“Doesn’t the library have a copy?”

Omega nods but frowns. “Well, yes but it’s been checked out indefinitely. Cowbell has a reward out for it’s safe return.”

“That bad? Who checked it out?”

“Alpha.”

“Yeah it’s gone forever. Lets find my copy and when you’re done with it you can give it to Cowbell.”

“Sounds good.”

When their shifts end, Omega all but shoves Aether out the door. He shoots a look behind him, mouthing to the night shift staff, no emergencies, before following behind. On the way to the den, a sibling tries to catch their attention to ask for help with something. One stern look from Omega from behind Aether’s back, has them deciding to find someone else. Fortunately after that, they make it to the den without incident.

The den is quiet of course, but Aether’s surprised to not see Sunshine. She’s gone from her usual early evening moping spot on the couch. Aether usually meets her there after his shift. He shrugs it off when Omega continues past him to his room.

In the room, Aether stands before the closet. He sighs, sliding the door open. He looks up though when he hears the bedroom door click shut. Omega stands, arms crossed and giving Aether a stern look.

“Megs?”

“Sorry, Aeth. I didn’t want to lie but you need to rest. Doctor’s orders.”

“Mega…”

“Nuh uh. On the bed. Put your feet up. Get some sleep for Satan's sake.”

They square off giving each other impressive staredowns. Both stubborn as mules, it has the potential to last a while. Aether only breaks first because Omega full on scoops him up and dumps him on the bed. Thus starts an impromptu wrestling match. The room fills with grunts and growls from the both of them. Aether’s strength and bulk is impressive but Omega has him beat. It’s a quick struggle, Omega ultimately pinning Aether on his back, much to the latter's annoyance.

“Fuck off already!” Aether’s rare to curse, only doing so in jest or when genuinely angry. “I’m fine, alright?”

“No you’re not Aeth.” Omega sighs, exasperated. “You're exhausted. Why won’t you give yourself permission to rest.”

“Because I can’t!” Aether seethes. He gets in Omega’s face, baring his fangs.

“Why not!” Omega’s yelling now, his own frustration boiling over.

“I can’t sleep! I can’t fucking sleep!” Aether snarls. “All I can think about is everyone gone on tour thinking I abandoned them and I’m so lonely!” As he says it, his voice catches. “I miss them…” He breaks off and slumps on his back.

They regard each other in silence.

“Oh Aeth.” Omega finally sighs. He rolls off Aether’s chest to lay at his side, spooning him. “They miss you too, you know. They don’t think you abandoned them. Don’t you all video call most nights?”

“Yeah, I know…but then I have these nightmares and-ugh! I’m so tired but I’m scared to sleep. I don’t want Sunshine to feel like this. I’ve been trying to help her…”

“But you haven’t let her help you.”

“...”

Aether can’t deny it. In the same way he’s dodged Omega’s attempts to stop him overworking himself, he’s also brushed off Sunshine’s inquiries into his own wellbeing.

“I should be fine…”

“And why is that? Why should you be fine? It’s okay to be upset.”

“I feel like I have to be strong. I’m not the one out there, tired from jet lag, playing every night. I have it easy compared to them right now.”

“And? That doesn’t mean you don’t have your own challenges back here. There's always some emergency in the infirmary. And the research project the clergy has you doing isn’t easy either.”

“I don’t know. You always seem to handle it all so well.”

Omega huffs. “Not all the time. I get just as tired and burnt out sometimes. That’s when I rely on the people around me to help. I know you don’t have most of your pack right now but you have Sunshine. You have me, Alpha, Zephyr, Mist, and all the rest. Please don’t block us out.”

Aether sighs. “I’m sorry. I’m just stubborn. I feel like I should be able to fix everything, and help everyone, and never have any problems. I know it's unrealistic.”

“Maybe, but you have a good heart and there's nothing wrong with that.”

“Mmm. Omega?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks.”

“Of course Starlight. Want me to stay here with you tonight?”

“What about Sunshine? I don’t want her to have to spend the night alone.”

“She’s fine I promise. She’s spending the night with Mist.” He sees Aether frown and quickly adds, “And not because she’s mad at you or anything. All of this was her idea.”

“What did I do to deserve you all?”

“Being your amazing, loving, if stubborn self. Now come here.”

Omega pulls Aether close and presses kisses to the side of Aether’s neck. Aether rolls over so they’re face to face. This time when Omega leans in, their lips meet. It’s a chaste kiss, one where they tip their foreheads together and look into each other’s eyes lovingly when they pull back.

“Now let me take care of you dammit.”

Aether huffs but teasingly this time.

“Okay.”

Omega helps Aether pull off his shirt and roll onto his stomach. He kneels next to him and begins kneading at Aether’s shoulders. Aether can’t help but grunt as Omega digs the heel of his hand into a sore spot.

“Sorry. Know it hurts. Promise this’ll help relieve some of that tension.”

Omega lets sparks of quintessence gather in his palms before pressing it into Aether’s shoulder blades. He’s rewarded for his efforts with a breathy sigh. Aether’s tail seeks out Omega’s forearm and gives an appreciative squeeze.

As Omega works his magic, figuratively and literally, Aether melts into the bed. The tension oozing out of him is almost tangible. Between the repetitive motions and the buzz of quintessence, Aether’s a sleepy, purring puddle in no time.

After a while, Omega moves his ministrations downwards. Under the guise of massaging Aether’s glutes and thighs, Omega gets a handful of the base of his tail and strokes it. The effect is immediate. Aether makes a surprised chirp and his hips twitch before he can disguise the movement. Omega grins and does it again. He doesn’t miss how Aether’s eyes go from lazily shut to lids fluttering as he works over his sensitive tail.

He quickly abandons all pretense and fully strokes Aether’s tail from base to spade, running his hands up and down. He suddenly lathes his tongue over the spade and Aether makes a choked noise and cranes his head back to look over his shoulder. Omega just grins before taking the spade fully into his mouth and sucking. Aether’s eyes roll back as he makes a beautiful noise and very unsubtly rocks his hips into the mattress. Omega chuckles.

“Want some help with that?”

Aether raises his hips and begins to shuck his pants in reply. He takes too long trying to unknot the drawstring of his scrub pants that Omega just flips him over to do it himself. He pulls his pants and boxers off in one movement and splays Aether’s legs with a hand on either thigh.

Aether will throw his weight around during sex at his partner’s request but it’s not often that he himself is manhandled. It makes his cock throb and his head spin to be put into position so easily. The hungry look on Omega’s face and the quintessence in his system just makes him feel even more needy for it.

A slight smile creeps onto Aether’s face.

“Was you sucking my dick Sunshine’s idea too?” He teases.

Omega rolls his eyes but matches Aether’s amused grin.

“No, that was my idea. Now shut up and let me suck you off already.”

Omega interrupts whatever cocky reply starts to form on Aether’s lips by ducking his head and taking Aether’s length into his mouth. Aether moans instead, hands flying to lace in Omega’s hair.

Omega puts his all into sucking Aether off, determined to get him brainless and messy. On the receiving end, Aether’s not entirely sure if Omega’s not just trying to fully suck his soul out through his dick. In short, the sensation has him seeing stars.

Omega has no trouble fully taking him down so his nose rests in Aether’s bush. He swallows around him before pulling off to breathe and licking his way from root to tip along the way. Upon latching back on, he suckles at the tip in a way that has Aether having to forcibly hold back from harshly thrusting into Omega’s mouth. Then he takes him deep all over again. It’s tight, and hot and wet. The occasional graze of a fang has him trembling. And the way Omega maintains eye contact through it all makes Aether feel stripped down to the bone.

Unsurprisingly, it's not long before Aether is breathing heavily and his thighs start to shake.

“Ah-hhhh,” He hisses and tugs at Omega’s hair. “Close!”

He feels Omega hum around him which of course only ratchets him closer. He tugs again in warning. Omega flicks his brows mischievously, takes him down a final time, and sucks hard.

Aether comes with a groan, eyes rolling back as he shoots down Omega’s waiting throat. Omega continues sucking, swallowing his release down and milking him for all he’s worth. Only when Aether’s moans become hurt grunts does he pull off, licking his lips.

“H-hahh…” Aether catches his breath. “Ohh…thanks Megs.” He sighs breathily.

Omega crawls up to kiss his blush dusted cheeks before grinning.

“You didn’t think I was done with you yet, huh?”

“Hmm?”

“Flip over.”

Aether snorts amusedly but compiles, rolling onto his front.

“If I knew that this is what taking a break got me, I would have agreed sooner.” He laughs.

“Hmm.” Omega rolls his eyes but doesn’t bother reasoning that he shouldn’t have to bribe Aether into relaxing. Instead he shushes Aether. “No need to talk. Just focus on feeling good.”

Aether lifts his tail up and out of the way as Omega kneads his palms into his ass and spreads his cheeks. He leans in and flicks his tongue over the ring of muscle just to watch it wink. Aether shudders. Omega does it again before pulling back enough to speak.

“Want my fingers or tongue?”

Aether raises his head from where he nestled it into his crossed arms. He smiles shyly back at Omega.

“Both?”

“Ask nicely.”

“Can I have both, please?” He tilts his head cutely, something he definitely picked up from Aurora.

“Of course Starlight.” Omega purrs. He gets up long enough to grab the bottle of lube from the nightstand. Then he’s drizzling the cool liquid over Aether’s hole and teasing a finger in. As thick as Omega’s fingers are, even one alone provides more than a little stretch. When he adds a second and begins fucking them in and out, Aether whines.

“Just relax for me.” Omega coos, curling his fingers down.

Aether properly moans as his fingers brush against his prostate.

“There you go. I’ve got you.”

After a while of just two fingers, Omega pulls them back. Aether fully expects a third but instead they plunge back in, this time with Omega’s tongue pushing in alongside them. Fingers petting his prostate with unholy precision and forked tongue doing filthy things. Normally stoic Aether can’t help but let out high pitched whimpers.

As much as Omega would love to see Aether cum like this, a well placed jolt of quintessence would do it, his own cock has been steadily tenting the zipper of his pants. Next time, he thinks. He withdraws his fingers and tongue in favor of soothingly rubbing Aether’s flank.

“Want my cock, Starlight?”

“Mmm, please?”

Aether wiggles his ass temptingly. Omega laughs and gives him a gentle smack.

“Hold still.”

Omega quickly ditches his own scrubs and boxers and lines himself up. He gently holds Aether’s hips and pulls them up, cooing appreciatively at the arch of his back. He gives himself a few lube aided strokes and lets the head of his cock catch on Aether’s stretched rim.

“Just breathe, love.”

Omega pushes in. They both groan with it.

“Oaugh, so tight.” Omega grunts as he gives Aether a chance to adjust to his girth. “Mountain never fuck you properly? Or that multi ghoul of your’s?”

“I-uhh-usually do the f-fucking…hhh.” Aether wheezes as Omega pulls nearly all the way out just to shove right back in. “It’s been a bit.”

“No wonder you’re so stressed.” Omega teases. “Haven’t been made to take a knot for a while.”

“Ohh please!” Aether rocks his hips back in a dirty grind.

“Yeah? You want my knot? Want me to fill you up so nicely? Get you stuffed full?” Omega starts up a steady rhythm of deep thrusts.

Aether mumbles something that sounds like an affirmative into the sheets. Omega gets a hand in his hair to tug his head up.

“Words Aeth.”

“Yes! Lord below please, Megs!” Aether pleads.

“There you go. Let me handle it.”

Omega speeds up his thrusts until the bed springs are creaking obnoxiously and all Aether can do is make little hisses and grunts. Omega wishes he could have recorded the sound Aether makes when he pulls his hips up just a bit more to perfectly nail his prostate with every thrust. That and his gorgeous moan when he gives Aether permission to get a hand on himself.

“Go on. Touch yourself for me. I know you want to.”

Aether’s hand flies to his cock jacking himself in time to Omega’s hips crashing into his own. The wet sound of his pre-slicked tugs adds to the obscene symphony of wrecked noises from the both of them.

Omega slots his chin in the crook of Aether’s shoulder to murmur filth.

“Feels good, huh? Taking it so well. So petulant before but all you needed was a good dicking down. I’m gonna fill you up so well.”

Omega punctuates it all by sinking his teeth into Aether’s shoulder. The sweet pain has Aether seeing white as he cums hard, shooting over his hand and the sheets below him. He goes limp in Omega’s grip as he does, riding a wave of bliss.

Omega isn’t far behind, the fluttering and clenching of Aether’s channel rocketing him towards his own orgasm. He can feel his knot growing, and Aether can too if the way he shoves his hips back needily is any indication. Omega gets three more good humps in before his knot is slipping inside Aether’s abused hole and he’s painting Aether with his own release.

Omega’s careful to avoid squashing Aether; strategically rolling the both of them to their sides before his sex sore limbs fail at holding him up. Then he’s pressing kisses over every inch of skin he can reach; tenderly licking at the teeth marks in Aether’s shoulder. Aether purrs through all of it, the force of it rumbling through his chest.

“You’re taking a day off from the infirmary to rest. I’ll cover for you.” Omega murmurs in his ear.

Too tired to protest, Aether nods.

“Alright.”

Omega pulls a blanket over them.

“Right now just sleep, love.”

A while later, Sunshine and Mist poke their heads in.

“How is he?” Sunny asks, lowering her voice to a whisper when Aether snores.

Omega chuffs, then whispers back, “Good. He needed some convincing but he promised to rest for a bit.”

“Yeah that sounds about right. I love Aeth but he’s stubborn as a mule sometimes. Thanks for bossing him around for me.” She chuckles and Omega grins.

“Anytime.”

Mist knocks her head into Sunshine’s shoulder. “Bedtime for you too missy.”

“But-”

“Uh uh. Not gonna work on me. And anyway, I’m not as nice as Omega. Be sassy with me and I’ll dump you in the lake.”

“Oh fineeeeee.” She whines exaggeratedly but smiles. “But only if you cuddle with me.”

“That was the plan. Now go brush your teeth.” She swats Sunny’s ass with her tail and the multi ghoulette runs off giggling. Mist smiles and heads for the door.

“Night Mist.”

“Night Megs. Sweet dreams Aeth.” She flicks off the light and quietly shuts the door behind her.

#the band ghost #spicy tag #aether ghoul #omega ghoul #aether/omega #nameless ghouls #smut #light angst #fluff #ghost fanfiction #lys writes

17 notes · View notes