#oc alpha medic fracture

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Corrie shapeshifters:

Ever since the corries were used in a secret sith experiment they’ve been able to shapeshift into any animal they’ve seen.

Like imagine hound turning into a strill to play with grizzer. Fox turns into a tooka or fox for cat naps. Shiny’s having puppy piles in the barracks.

Of course CMO fracture has to be a nexu just to be able to hunt down all those medbay jumpers. Along with his fellow medics who also turn into different SW predators.

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BEYOND THE FRACTURE Chapter 7: "Conversations Underground"

(Villain!Alpha!All Might/OC)

Story Summary: Naohana lives a simple, ordinary life. She’s just an average beta with an average quirk. That’s all she is, and that’s all she’ll ever be. Too bad for her, the most feared villain in the world believes she is something else entirely. When a chance encounter ignites both smoldering obsession and Naohana's dormant omega instincts, All Might spirits her away to his underworld domain, intent on claiming her as his mate. Naohana feels inexorably drawn to the powerful alpha, but adjusting to her unprecedented awakening isn't easy, and she's running out of time to embrace (or reject) her new life. But what kind of “life” could it be if you ignore the call of destiny? All Might is determined she’ll never find out. [Villain! All Might, Alpha!Might, All Might x OC]

TAGS & CONTENT WARNINGS

FANDOM: My Hero Academia/Boku no Hero Academia

PAIRINGS: All Might x OC

RATING: Mature

WORD COUNT: 57k total, 14k for chapter 7

GENRE: Dark Romance

TAGS: Omegaverse (and related omegaverse concepts), mutual pining, dark romance, slow burn, kidnapping, inspired by the Hages and Persephone myth, inspired by Cyrano de Bergerac, dubious consent (omegaverse stuff is just built that way), fated mates, Villain AU, Villain All Might

STORY WARNINGS: Canon-typical action/violence, sexual situations, FOR MATURE READERS

CHAPTER WARNINGS: Chapter 7 is NSFW

Chapter 7 Excerpt: "Conversations Underground"

In a holding room below the surface of the earth, the villains assembled under All Might’s dreaded banner waited to deploy.

[Read more below the cut.]

Deku was there, much to Bakugo’s chagrin. Deku leaned against the wall with his eyes shut, humming tunelessly under his breath as Kaminari and the others lounged around in impatient inaction. About a dozen, all told, possessing varying levels of prestige within All Might’s organization. The hatch to the surface access point sat shut, awaiting the arrival of their leader. They were schedule to board any minute now according to the clock blinking sullen red numbers on the concrete wall. Any minute now the hatch would open and the villains would stride through, strap into the transport unit, and head to the surface. Any minute now they would be unleashed to wreak carefully prescribed havoc upon the world.

But All Might was running late, and the hatch door stayed shut.

Running late for a mission that had already been delayed once; no one was saying it out loud, but half the villains suspected the mission might not happen at all. Bakugo had heard the whispers. No one from the top of the organization had said what the holdup was, but Bakugo wasn’t stupid. He could guess it had something to do with her — that woman he’d helped kidnap on All Might’s orders. The woman now being help somewhere in this subterranean facility, out of sight and isolated from the villains within. The woman whose presence in the base no one had offered a clear explanation for, but All Might had put so much effort into obtaining her, she had to be important.

And she was even important enough to make a huge fuss over. There had been some kind of commotion from deeper in the base the day before. Bakugo could hear All Might’s bellow even from a few levels higher up, the rattle of an enraged Apex Alpha shaking the headquarter’s foundation until dust rattled from the concrete ceiling. He’d quieted down quick enough, and Recovery Girl soon slumped through the base toward her quarters in the medical bay looking even more decrepit than usual. Strong alpha reek floated through the high-tech ventilation system (built to clear out even the highest concentrations of alpha pheromones) for hours, pumps and vents working overtime to disperse the enraged fog.

It had been quiet ever since.

But as the saying went: It was quiet. Too quiet.

Bakugo half thought the mission today would get put off again, but so far, no word had been passed down, and the team assigned to the mission had mustered at the appointed hour in breath-held silence.

Or at least, most of them stayed fucking quiet.

“So like…it’s not going well, right?”

Kaminari didn’t know when to shut the fuck up. He never did. Bakugo sat on one of the benches at the edges of the holding tank with elbows on his knees, bent over in half and clad in full battle regalia, when Kaminari came sauntering over with sparks spitting from the tips of his electric yellow hair. Of fucking course it was Kaminari running his mouth with a sly look on his face. Kaminari hadn’t been made privy to any of the missions associated with the capture of the woman now held somewhere down below, but he’d been damn sure to try and snoop around to find out anything he could about her. Little electric rat; Kaminari was the base’s resident gossip, speculating at length about who she might be to anyone who’d listen. A hostage situation, was his leading theory. She was the daughter of a billionaire and All Might had captured her looking for a payout on her safe return, Kaminari told the others. She had to be.

None but a select few knew better, so Kaminari’s lies went largely believed by the underlings. Only some of the higher-ups within All Might’s organization were aware of the true details…in addition to the lower-ranking Deku and Bakugo, of course. They knew. They’d been involved in the kidnapping. They weren’t high on the ladder (yet), but All Might had trusted them to take part and keep their mouths shut.

But they knew better than to admit as much to Kaminari, of all people.

Bakugo’s blood simmered as Kaminari sighed, speaking false words with infuriatingly full confidence: “Whatever this is, whoever she is, it’s obviously not going well.”

Against the wall, Deku stopped humming. His eyes remained closed.

“Kaminari,” Bakugo growled.

“All Might’s already moved the mission around once because of her.” Kaminari, oblivious bastard, paced in a tight circle, hands throwing and eyes rolling. “Are we gonna have to wait again because some girl threw a fit?”

Deku’s left eye cracked open.

“Kaminari,” Said Bakugo. “Shut up.”

“And after I stored up all that static, too.” Kaminari sniffed loudly in complaint. “And after we missed out on the bonus we’re supposed to get — and I’m not just talking about smashing some hero heads, either, though you know I’m down for that…”

Deku’s right opened, too.

“Kaminari, shut the fuck up!”

Kaminari turned to him with a scowl. The scowl faltered when he saw the look on Bakugo’s face. Scarlet eyes had narrowed beyond the slits in his black mask, sharp teeth bared below in feral warning, forearms corded with straining muscle as Bakugo clenched his hands in tight fists. Alpha pheromones leaked from him in a hot wave, far stronger than anything Kaminari could possibly cook up. Bakugo was a few seconds away from making Kaminari shut his damn mouth, and not because the constant running thereof grated on Bakugo’s last frayed nerve. Which it did, yeah, but shutting up was in Kaminari’s personal best interest right now, and for reasons apparently flying right over the sparkplug’s head.

“Huh? Why?” Kaminari said, though he shrank a little in the face of Bakugo’s heavy scent. “I thought you’d be with me on this.”

“I wanna show those heroes how pathetic they are just as much as you do,” Bakugo snapped. “But you need to shut your damn mouth.”

“Why? All Might’s not around to hear.” Kaminari grinned, hands held aloft in All Might’s pointed absence. “And you know everyone else is just as pissed off as I am that — ”

A knife whizzed past his face, embedding in the wall just shy of Kaminari’s dumb head. Deku no longer leaned against the wall. He stood with arm outstretched from a lethal throw, head raised and shoulders back, feet squared below him in confident challenge. And he was grinning — grinning a mean, feral grin Bakugo knew from experience spelled violent trouble.

He heaved a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. This should be good…

But Kaminari had apparently missed the memo about Deku’s foreboding smile, because he went from shocked to pissed in the span of a blink. Electricity crackled around his palm in a bright dance, ire aimed at Deku.

Idiot was too stupid to know Bakugo hadn’t been warning him about All Might at all.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Kaminari spat.

Deku’s grin widened. “You should’ve listened to Bakugo.”

“What do you mean I shoulda — ? Hey, wait a second — !”

Bakugo had to hand it to him: Deku moved fast, and Kaminari didn’t stand a chance. He watched dispassionately as Deku slowly, methodically, peeled off three of Kaminari’s fingernails and then yanked out a molar for good measure, grin never faltering even as Kaminari screamed and screamed and screamed. Hell, that grin only got wider as the other villains — all badasses in their own right — looked pointedly away from the scene playing out before them. None interfered or tried to stop him. They (like Bakugo, though he’d never admit it) knew better than to get in Deku’s way. Only once Kaminari passed out in a bloody heap did a few of them get up to drag his unconscious body out of the holding tank, ostensibly to take him to Recovery Girl in the med bay.

Bakugo sat up straighter, head lolling back against the wall as he eyed the trail of blood now streaked along the cold, grey floor. “You shouldn’t have done that, dumbass.”

Deku was still grinning, though he didn’t show quite as many teeth as before. “He disrespected All Might,” he said, a giggle rising in his chest. “How could I just stand by?”

“Yeah, he was runnin’ his mouth,” said Bakugo. “But that’s what Kaminari does.”

“He’ll think better about it next time, then.” Another giggle bubbled in his chest. “Maybe I should visit him in medical when we get back. Wish him well.”

“She may be old, but Recovery Girl will kick your ass if you try.”

“Then I’ll wish her well, too.” He aimed his beaming smile at the other villains; the ones brave enough to stare at Deku looked away, fast. “I wish anyone well who questions All Might. You all get that, don’t you?”

Slowly, but without hesitation, the villains nodded. Deku giggled, bouncing on his heels and fucking beaming at this show of submission. Thin waves of pheromones drifted off his hair, acidic but subdued.

Deku was such a fucking suck-up. All Might wasn’t even around and he was playing homicidal hall monitor. Would be better to just sit back and let people simmer, Bakugo thought. Everyone was on edge thanks to the already-rescheduled mission and now All Might’s late appearance. They’d been grumbling since the first rescheduling. Bakugo knew better than to join in, but he’d heard what the villains whispered in the halls when All Might and Deku weren’t around. People wanted the prizes they’d been promised and the blood they’d been assured they could spill. If this mission got delayed again, and if Deku pissed everyone off…

Well. Nothing huge would happen, really. No would would dare step to All Might or mouth off to his face (no one was stupid enough to try), but villains weren’t exactly known for the virtues of patience or self-control. Some might start looking for blood wherever they could get it…including whoever slept in the next cot over in the barracks. This was a powder keg waiting for a spark, and Deku was the idiot holding a goddamn match.

Deku hummed to himself as he ripped his knife out of wall and examined the blade with careful fingers. He didn’t care about the blood on the collar of his crisp white shirt or freckled cheeks. He cared way more for his knives. They and his martial arts skills in concert protected him on the battlefield. He didn’t have anything else to offer but mundane physical strength, though that waste of space had done his best to try and excel on that front. The stained fabric of his shirt and his black suit pants alike stretched taut over the physique he’d built to make up for his complete lack of a quirk…not that Bakugo was impressed. Bakugo had more muscle than Deku and a killer quirk on top of it.

Deku was a waste of an alpha, being quirkless and all. What All Might saw in that crazy motherfucker Bakugo still didn’t understand even after years of faithful employ under All Might’s command. But given Bakugo was indeed loyal to All Might, that meant he had to somehow put up with the psychotic, quirkless alpha who got a hard-on over anything with a sharp edge…even if he hated how much All Might doted on the loser.

It was because of that loyalty, and that loyalty alone, that Bakugo stood up and caught Deku’s eye, head jerking toward a corner of the holding tank. Deku followed him over, so wide-eyed and guileless he looked nearly innocent.

Only nearly, though. Bakugo knew better.

“Hmm? What is it?” Deku said when they stood apart from the other villains. “Is something wrong, Kaa-chan?”

“Fucking quit it with that name,” Bakugo spat. “Look, the others don’t know about her — ”

“Right. Naohana-chan is a secret.”

“Don’t say her fucking name!”

Deku put a finger to his lips, a shushing gesture engineered to look…cute, probably? But Deku wasn’t cute; he was fucking psychotic. His innocent expression only pissed off Bakugo even more, but somehow he reined in the urge to beat the other alpha into a bloody pulp. A quick breath in through the mouth and a long exhale out the nose helped matters. Recovery Girl had taught him some coping skills after he flew off the handle for the millionth time and nearly put Deku’s head through a damn wall.

“Look,” Bakugo said through gritted teeth. “You made an example of Kaminari, but the rest of ‘em need to blow off steam. So stop pretending you’re All Might’s little hall monitor and let the others smash the heads today.”

“That’s smart, Kaa-chan.” Deku nodded, cartoonish wags of his head up and down and up again. “Good idea.”

“I mean it, Deku.” Bakugo stepped close, his taller frame looming over Deku’s shorter one. “None of that goddamn berserker crap once the blood starts flying.”

Those all-too-innocent eyes opened wide, wide, wider still. “Berserker…?”

“You know what I’m talking about.”

Deku blinked, holding his gaze, confused.

But then the confusion faded. Deku’s smile dropped. He said nothing. He just looked at Bakugo with clinical, expressionless detachment that made Bakugo’s skin crawl. Bakugo hated this dead-eyed stare even more than the creepy smile, personally, but he refused to back down. No way would Bakugo ever roll over and show his belly to someone like Deku. Bakugo was an alpha with a powerful quirk; Deku was nothing compared to him!

“Keep it fucking quiet, you hear me?” he growled under his breath — and for good measure, he didn’t bother keeping his pheromones in check. Potent alpha scent demanding submit, submit, submit filled the air with the scent of glycerin and matches, gunpowder and smoke. “Let the others take lead today.”

The other villains sat up straighter the second his scent hit them. All heads turned as one. Few other alphas on the base had a scent as instantly recognizable, or as demanding, as Bakugo’s. Even the other alphas in the room shrank back from the sudden flow of power. Bakugo couldn’t keep the satisfaction off his face, nor stop the way his chest puffed at the sight of them bowing to his own inborn authority.

Not Deku, though. Muted green eyes flickered dispassionately over Bakugo. His mouth hardly moved when he muttered, “Quite the leader you’ve become, eh Kaa-chan?”

“What can I say?” It was Bakugo’s turn to grin, vicious and as hot as his incendiary quirk. “Dealing with your sociopathic ass brought out the best in me.”

He hated to give Deku any credit whatsoever, but Bakugo had had an absolutely explosive temper when he’d signed up to work with All Might. His anger was as quick to fire as his explosive quirk — useful for a villain, and that temper was why All Might had recruited him in the first place. He still had it, not-so-deep down. But when working with a freak like Deku, it paid to keep a level head. You needed your wits about you when the freak finally snapped. Bakugo had learned a long time ago that patience yielded rewards. Half the time Deku got his own ass into trouble, and Bakugo didn’t even have to lift a finger to see karma work its magic.

But Deku had the annoying fucking ability to get under Bakugo’s skin no matter how well he practiced keeping his cool. Like hooking a hangnail on a sweater, hot anger threaded through his veins when Deku’s deranged grin returned, expression somehow even more manic than before.

“How sweet,” he simpered with watery puppy-dog eyes — mocking ones that glimmered with mischievous glee. “I’m so happy I was able to help you grow so much, Kaa-chan.”

Bakugo’s teeth gnashed. “Shut the fuck up.”

“Oh? Don’t you want to keep learning from me?”

Pops and sparks lit Bakugo’s open palms, sweat igniting from pure rage. “What the hell could I learn from a quirkless waste of an alpha like — ?”

Deku’s eyes widened, whites showing all around as he bared his teeth. Insipid alpha scent — thready and weak and sour, not like an alpha’s was supposed to be — cut through Bakugo’s miasma like a buzzing wasp. But before Deku could say anything, and before Bakugo could even begin to think of ways to put him in his place, they both froze. A new scent had washed over the room, powerful and deadly, batting aside Bakugo’s wall of pheromones and Deku’s thinner stream like a tidal wave destroying an unprepared shore.

So powerful was All Might’s sent that it preceded his arrival by minutes. By the time the Apex Alpha strode through the door fully decked in his battle regalia and spiked helm, Bakugo and Deku had parted, each taking up position on opposite sides of the holding tank with pheromones reined tight again. The air in the room nearly darkened when All Might entered. Pheromones and scent poured off him in waves so thick you could choke, and he stalked into the room like a barely leashed animal ready to strike. Sweat beaded on Bakugo’s brow, slipping past the edge of his mask and over one clammy cheek. Every mountainous muscle taut, enormous steps striding purposefully toward the hatch, fists like hammers at his sides…All Might looked ready to tear someone’s head off with his bare hands, and Bakugo knew damn well he could do it, too.

He’d seen it happen too many times to forget the sound a spine made when it snapped.

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Fox gets sick do to working a difficult case. He tells everyone he’s fine but they don’t believe him. It gets to the point where (oc alpha medic)fracture comes from out of the vents, lifts fox up and takes him back to medbay and proceeds to nurse him back to health.

But of course this being fox he proceeds to escape every chance he can until fracture, fed up with fox’s antics, decides to handcuff fox to the bed until he’s better.

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(oc alpha)-CMO fracture

Fracture is my oc alpha clone I came up with. He was trained under mij gilamar and underwent ARC training on kamino.

Fracture looks like any alpha clone with the exception of having one (R)amber eye and one (L)hazel eye. He also has 3 claw marks going across the amber eye. And he wears ARC trooper armor with a medic symbol on his left paldron.

He use to be a combat medic that went from battalion to battalion until he finally ended up on coruscant. Fracture saw what was happening with the corries and went “mine” and never left. He also may have unofficially adopted guard command but no one can prove that.

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Feather-she/her pronouns. Fell in love with how each feather is unique. She keeps a couple in her braids sometimes mixing beads with them. She works in surveillance and security.

Fowl-he/they pronouns. They have an interest in raising/training birds. They’re also have a side job of slicing into stuff their not supposed to be in.

Peck-he/him pronouns. Got his name from pecking at anyone who got to close to his brothers. He looks mean but is an actual softy. He’s also good at hand to hand and knife throwing.

Swan- she/her pronouns. She’s as graceful as a swan when fighting. She has a mean eyeliner and always have great tip’s for undercover work.

Ducky-he/him pronouns. Started collecting random rubber ducky’s. Started training under CMO fracture after expressing interest in medicine.

Goose-he/him pronouns. He can be as loud and persistent as a silly goose. He loves parkour and free falling off buildings.

They all have different interests and personalities, but what they all agree on is that commander fox is buir.