#idk theres no omegaverse stuff in the turn fandom

[0ptol-mea0]

Thinking,,,,

Thinking about omega Simcoe...

about a natural viciousness that goes against all everyone ever thought they knew about omegas. About deceptive soft copper curls and huge blue eyes.

A boy who all but raised himself, on his own morals and terms, who’s society tried so hard to beat down. Who towered over those who deemed to break him by time he was 16, seemingly going against nature itself out of pure spite, a giant made of brawling muscles and flaying fangs, who took sadistic pleasure in putting those who stray to close back into their place.

A bride or groom is supposed to be a gift, soft and submissive, giving and loving and everything sweet. Simcoe is no gift. he’s a curse. three husbands in three months at the age of 16 might possibly be a new record.

The army needs such spirit, but they don’t need an omega on the front lines, but they would never turn up such an opportunity, stuff him full of suppressors and send him on his way. Simcoe’s not a fan, he doesn’t like the side effects and he’s never been one to believe in being someone he’s not, but he’s always been a loyal soldier. 

thinking of the scowls and huffs and growls that are thrown his way, watching with scorn as he climbs the ranks with ease, young alpha recruits and old, sour high-ranking officers who turn their noses up at him, but he never pays them any mind, loving when their scent turns burnt and sour upon finding no wounds to the omegas pride.

imagine how satisfying it would be for him, at the time of the show to be so high up he now has the power to wear his status proudly, to revel in not only the thrill of the hunt and kill, but also the wave of unease and shock that rips through people when they catch that milky scent over the iron tang of blood and gun powder...

idk, just goofy silly mood thoughts :)

(if there’s spelling mistakes shhhhhh no theres not i’ve been overworked this week and its 12:30 shhhhhhh)

[nohriantomatoes]

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