#omega is queer

[casual-violinist-fangirl]

You Loved me so Loud: 5,163 Words

. Crosshair and Omega Modern AU where Omega was adopted and has been living with her brothers for two years.

. Angst and Fluff

. TW: Homophobia is a theme throughout, but there is not physical violence and no slurs are actually written.

. I’ve attached the link to the AO3 page that this is posted on, but it’s also below! The link is in the comments, I hope you enjoy 😊

The first sign that there was something going on was when Omega shuffled over to Crosshair one evening after school. He had been getting ready to head to work when she scuttled over to him, glancing around to make sure that none of her other brothers were around. She then stuck her hand into her school bag, desperately trying to find something.

‘I swear if you’ve brought another kitten home, Omega…’ Crosshair sighed as he tied his black work boots, not even bothering to look up. ‘Hunter said that you can’t have one, besides they’re the spawn of the devil.’

He was cut off when a piece of neatly folded paper was thrust in front of his face, making him blink as he was still crouched to tie his shoes.

Taking the piece of paper off of his little sister, he noticed the way that she chewed her bottom lip anxiously. This was clearly a letter from her school; it’s logo was printed in the top right corner. ‘Shouldn’t you be giving this to Hunter?’ he asked, trying not to sound irritated as he kissed his pre-work cigarette away. So much for getting to work early.

Omega had clearly handed this to him on purpose… but why? A quick scan of the letter answered his question, and Crosshair almost found himself laughing out loud at the situation he was now in.

‘You’ve got a detention?’ he raised an eyebrow at the child, noting the way that her cheeks flushed. Omega had a pristine school record and always had done. She was at the top of most of her classes and got along with nearly all of her teachers, so the fact that she was now handing over a detention slip was surprising to say the least.

The girl fiddled with the hem of her school jumper anxiously. ‘I… had an argument with someone,’ she started. ‘A teacher overheard me saying some things, and when she asked me to apologise I refused…’ Her blush increased, but a look of sheer determination spread across her face. ‘I don’t take back what I said though, I just got in trouble for it.’

Crosshair was actually quite proud of the fact that Omega was beginning to learn to stand up for herself. She had been awful at it in primary school, constantly coming home in tears because of the names people had called her for not having “proper parents.” The school had done their best to deal with the situation, but their response had been orientated around the fact that Omega’s upbringing was in fact “not normal” and that maybe she needed to adjust to the fact that people were going to ask questions.

‘Has this got something to do with last year at school?’ he asked, looking down at the letter again, realising that she needed someone to sign it. ‘Because if it is, one of us can go to the school…’ he trailed off when he saw the look of panic in her eyes as she shook her head frantically.

‘It wasn’t that!’ she gushed. ‘Please, I just didn’t want to give it to buir because I knew he’d make comments and ask me loads about what happened.’ Ah, so that’s why she had gone to him, not Hunter.

Crosshair sighed, knowing that really he should let Hunter know what was going on in Omega’s school life. ‘It’s not that big of a deal!’ she continued, telling him that it was anything but. ‘Please, Cross…’ despite nearly being a teenager, her big brown eyes still worked their magic and he found himself grabbing a pen from his work belt and scribbling his signature on the permission slip. ‘You promise you’re not in big trouble?’ he asked with a sincere tone to his voice. ‘Because I’m only signing this and not telling Hunter because you’ve told me it’s not a big deal.’

‘I promise!’ Omega flung her arms around him and gave him a quick squeeze before taking the permission slip back off of him. ‘It won’t happen again, I swear. It was just a stupid argument at school taken out of context.’

Crosshair didn’t say anything else about the matter, though he wasn’t entirely convinced by what Omega was telling him. He vowed to himself that if anything else happened, he would go straight to Hunter.

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The second sign that Omega wasn’t okay was when she stormed through the front door two weeks later, running straight upstairs and slamming the door before greeting anyone. For once, Crosshair had the day off, and he hadn’t long woken up (there was no point in breaking his sleep cycle, so he still found himself sleeping through the day) and was sipping a cup of coffee in the kitchen.

Immediately Hunter had tried going up to talk to the girl, picking up her school blazer that had been thrown unceremoniously to one side. ‘Omega?’ he had called gently through her bedroom door, only to be told that she was fine and didn’t want to see anyone. He hadn’t pressed her, knowing that she would want to talk at some point, she just needed to have some time to herself.

Three hours had passed… Omega still hadn’t come downstairs, and it was clear that everyone in the house was starting to get a little more worried. Wrecker was pacing the floor, whilst Hunter sat staring into the void. Even Tech, who seldom let on when he was concerned, was bouncing a nervous leg as he stared down at his tablet. Echo, still at work, had been informed that Omega was upset and had been dropping occasional messages to the group chat for updates.

Crosshair couldn’t help but worry a little bit about his sister. She very rarely stayed in her room for that length of time, even if she was truly upset. Something tugged at him, his mind going back to a couple of weeks ago when Omega had thrust that detention letter into his hands… had she been given another detention? Surely not, she would have just come to him as she had done before. Something else must have happened; it was in that moment that Crosshair wished that he hadn’t promised not to tell anyone what had happened the other week, or that he had pushed her a little more to tell him what was going on.

An idea coming into his mind, he took his phone out and tapped out a quick message. He doubted he would receive a reply at all, but he figured that reaching out wouldn’t hurt, especially if his suspicions were correct. He was shocked when three dots appeared on his screen before he could even put his phone away, indicating that Omega was tying out a response. His phone vibrated seconds later, and he scanned the message before nodding.

He grabbed his car keys off of the side, making the others look up at him in surprise. ‘Do you think now’s the time to take a drive?’ Hunter asked, the worry clear in his voice. Crosshair rolled his eyes at his brother, but kept his tone sincere. ‘I’m taking the kid for a drive, don’t worry,’ he responded as he headed out into the hall. Sure enough, moments later Omega’s door creaked open and she appeared at the top of the stairs. She was still in her school uniform, her shirt creased from where she’d clearly been lying on her bed for a while, and her tie loosened.

Nothing else was said as the pair left the house and got into the car. As Crosshair started the ignition, he considered when he should ask her if she’s okay. Deciding to leave it until she was happy to talk, the pair drove in silence, Omega fiddling with the radio stations until she found something that she wanted to listen to. Driving was something that the pair had done a couple of times in the past when Omega was upset; she never did this with any of the others, Crosshair found himself thinking in an almost proud way. If it was Hunter she wanted, she’d simply go to him and curl up in his lap; if it was Tech, she’d go and ask him a question about whatever he was doing and let him ramble on at her, finding his mini speeches soothing. With Wrecker, she would ask him to play a game with her, and if it was Echo she was looking for she would ask him to bake something with her.

No, driving quietly with the radio on was Omega and Crosshair’s thing, and whilst it didn’t stop him being concerned for the little girl, it warmed his heart to know that she trusted him and felt as though she could go to him when she needed help.

Eventually they pulled into a parking space and Omega, who hadn’t been paying much attention to her surroundings, looked up and frowned.

‘We’re at the beach?’ she asked, looking to her brother as he took off his seatbelt. ‘I thought you hated the beach.’

This was true. Crosshair couldn’t stand the beach; everything about it from the sand to the cries of the seagulls. He huffed as he reached over to the glovebox and pulled out a box of cigarettes.

‘I do,’ he responded as he pocketed the box. ‘But I know you like it, God knows why.’ He didn’t give her any more time to respond, getting out of the car and heading towards the shorefront. Omega paused for a moment, baffled, before scrambling out of the car to follow him.

They reached the pier and took a seat, perched on the wall that created a barrier between the pavement and the sand. The waves lapped in and out gently, and Omega couldn’t help but smile as she breathed in the sea air. She had never been to the beach before Hunter and his brothers had adopted her, and since then i had become one of her favourite places to be. She looked over at Crosshair, who was staring out at the sea with his now lit cigarette between his lips. ‘Don’t tell you buir,’ he commented, and Omega snorted with laughter. She could see the look on Hunter’s face now if he found out that Crosshair was still smoking.

A more relaxed atmosphere settled over the pair, and for a moment they both forgot why they were here in the first place. Sighing, Omega reached into her pocket (her school skirt had pockets courtesy of Tech) and pulled out a piece of paper. Crosshair glanced over at it without moving his head, not wanting to intrude, but whatever was written on the piece of paper was obscured from him.

Eventually the girl handed the piece of paper to him, not looking at him when she did. Crosshair scanned it, and his stomach dropped.

‘Did someone write this about you?’ he snarled before reminding himself to stay calm. Omega didn’t look at him, but he could see her shaking slightly. ‘Omega,’ he took her shoulders in his hands and made her face him. ‘If someone is writing this sort of thing about you then you need to tell a teacher at school.’

Omega’s eyes widened and filled with tears simultaneously as she shook her head. ‘It’s not that simple,’ she cried, going to take the piece of paper back. ‘If I tell a teacher, this just gets worse… I don’t even know who’s doing it.’ Her shoulders fell and she looked down at her hands. Her brother sighed, looking back at the note. ‘Is this… the first one you’ve received?’ he asked tentatively. She had chosen to go to him, not the others, and the last thing he wanted was to push her away by making her panic.

A shake of her head confirmed that this wasn’t the first message she’d received. He nodded and took a breath, wracking his brain for a way to respond. ‘And…’ he trailed off for a second. ‘Do they all say the same thing?’ Another nod. ‘Omega, you really should talk to someone at the school about this, or let one of us go in…’

He didn’t get to finish is sentence because Omega’s head snapped up, her eyes angry. ‘And have the whole school find out that it’s true?’ she scowled. ‘Hera’s my best friend, I can’t have the whole school finding out h-how… how I,’ she stopped herself, pulling out of Crosshair’s grip. ‘Then they’d call her names too, and then she wouldn’t want to be my friend anymore. You just don’t get it!’ She stood and stalked off down the beach, leaving her brother with a slight look of shock on his face. Not at her confession, no, but at how angrily she’d reacted. He wasn’t used to Omega snapping in his face.

By the time Crosshair caught up with her, she’d kicked her shoes and socks off and was stood in the sea, letting the waves lap around her shins. Groaning internally, he did the same, rolling his jeans up and praying that they wouldn’t get too wet. He waded out to where she was and for a moment they stood quietly together; he could hear her snivels next to him and resisted the urge to reach out a hand of comfort. Instead he lit another cigarette.

‘You know,’ he started after a while. ‘I was bullied a lot in school for… being different,’ Omega twitched, a sign that she was listening. ‘Turns out being gay in an all-boy school is not a great way to spend your teenage years,’ he drawled on. ‘I got called every name under the sun it felt like, including but not limited to some of the names on that piece of paper you’re still holding.’

A sniff from Omega told him that she was still crying and he turned to her properly. ‘I can’t stop the bullies, ‘Mega,’ he went on. ‘If I could I would,’ a tearful nod from the girl. ‘I can, however, be there for you. So can the others, if you wanted to tell them.’

‘Not yet,’ came a shaky reply. ‘I don’t know how they’ll react, and I don’t think I would cope with losing any of you.’ Crosshair took the information in, knowing that he had felt exactly the same when he was her age. ‘You won’t lose us Omega,’ he soothed. ‘I won’t make you tell anyone anything you’re not comfortable with, just know that dealing with shit like this is so much easier with a support system in place…’ Omega looked up at him, her face blotchy with tears. ‘Whatever you need, whenever you need it, I’m here.’ Before he knew it she was launching herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

It would have been a lovely moment, had Crosshair not lost his balance and sent them both tumbling into the sea. For a moment all the pair of them could do was sit and splutter; luckily it was a warm day so it wouldn’t take long for them to dry off… and Crosshair’s phone had accidentally been left in the car. ‘You’re lucky my cigarettes are wrapped in cellophane,’ he joked as he got to his feet, making sure to splash the girl, making her shriek and laugh. He offered her his hand, which she accepted and before long the pair of them were trudging back to the wall to dry off.

An hour or so later, a far drier Crosshair and Omega sat on the same wall as before, a cone of chips each held in their hands as they stared out at the waves once more.

‘Thank you,’ came a quiet voice to his left, and he looked at her with a small smile. Shuffling closer, he reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out his lighter.

‘Still got that note?’ he asked, offering the lighter to the girl, who raised her eyebrow. She nodded, pulling the now slightly blurry note from her skirt pocket. ‘Quite often when I got given notes like that at school, Wrecker and me would make a bonfire in the garden and burn them…’ he trailed off, remembering those times with almost a hint of fondness, despite the circumstances. ‘We don’t have the wood for a bonfire, but this would do the trick.’

And that’s what they did. Omega sourced a couple of small sticks and set the note on them. Crosshair handed her his lighter and the pair of them watched as the note slowly burnt away to nothing. Omega wrapped her arms around Crosshair’s middle, giving him a small squeeze that he returned, and rested his chin on her head. He couldn’t solve all of her problems, as much as he wanted to storm into the school and demand they find out who this bully was, but he could be there for her throughout it all. That’s exactly what he planned on doing.

That night, when Omega went into her room having just brushed her teeth, she spotted something small on her pillow that definitely hadn’t been there before. A pin badge that she had quite often seen on Crosshair’s denim jacket. A pride flag. Knowing exactly where the badge had come from, she smiled to herself and slipped it into her blazer pocket. She would put it on at some point, when she was ready, but until then it would serve as a reminder that she was loved and supported by her big brother.

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Crosshair’s head snapped up when he heard his mobile ringing. It was the middle of the day, and he was sleeping off the night shift so he knew that it wouldn’t be any of his family calling him. They knew better than to deprive him of sleep.

Picking up the phone groggily, he didn’t even bother to check the caller ID before answering.

‘Hello?’

‘Good afternoon, am I speaking to…’ there was a brief pause as the voice at the other end of the phone checked something. ‘Crosshair Fett?’ The man in question nodded before realising that obviously the woman couldn’t see him. ‘Speaking,’ he mumbled as he sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

‘Ah good,’ the voice responded. ‘I’m the receptionist at Ord Mantell Secondary School. The headteacher has requested that a guardian come in following an incident that happened between Omega and another girl in school.’

Crosshair snapped out of his sleepy state and was suddenly wide awake. ‘Omega?’ he asked. ‘What happened, is she okay?’

There was a brief pause down the line and Crosshair resisted the urge to ask the question again. ‘It seems as though Omega started a fight today at break time.’ That didn’t sound right. Omega didn’t start fights, not unless it was a play fight with Wrecker. ‘This isn’t the first time Omega’s behaviour has been brought up as a concern recently, and the headteacher would very much like to discuss it with one of her guardians.’

Crosshair had forgotten that according to the school they were all down as being Omega’s guardians, despite Hunter’s name being the one on the legal papers. That explained why they were calling him, and not his eldest brother. ‘I’ll be there in ten minutes,’ he replied before saying his goodbyes and scrambling around to find a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.

The drive to the school was a short one, but for some reason it felt like it went on forever as Crosshair contemplated what could possibly be going on for Omega to have started a fight. He approached the school building and was quickly signed in before being walked through the corridors towards the headteacher’s office. This wasn’t the first time he’d been to Omega’s school; her netball tournaments brought him and his brothers here most weekends during term time, and this was where they’d brought her to learn to swim.

When he reached the office, he saw his little sister and had to stop his mouth from falling open in shock. There sat Omega, scowling and tear stained outside the office in a plastic chair, her arms crossed as she waited for whichever brother had been summoned to come and get her. Looking her up and down, he quickly noticed that she had a split lip and what looked like a bruise forming on her cheekbone. Forcing himself to stay calm, he crouched in front of the girl, making her look up at him. The office worker turned and left, knowing that the headteacher would call them into the office soon.

‘Cross…’ she stammered, her resolve crumbling as she went to hug him. He returned the hug, but pulled away quickly, a serious look on his face.

‘Omega,’ he started. ‘What happened? I got a call saying that you started a fight with another girl…’ the distraught look on his face told him that there was at least some truth to that version of events. ‘Are you okay?’ He tried another, slightly gentler approach.

For a moment it seemed as though she wasn’t going to reply to him, her bottom lip kept trembling as she tried to compose herself. Then, as though a dam had burst, she started talking.

‘I found out who was sending those notes,’ she practically whispered as tears started trickling down her cheeks. ‘I caught her writing all over my locker in sharpie… and I confronted her.’ Crosshair nodded, taking in the information. ‘She told me that I was disgusting, so I told her that I knew I wasn’t. T-then she asked me where I got my pin from and I told her that m-my brother gave it to me and she…’ Crosshair spotted the small pin attached to her blazer. ‘She called you names…’ she trailed off, snivelling. ‘So I k-kinda lost it and hit her.’

Crosshair took everything she had to say in, a small swell of pride for his little sister sticking up for herself. It was replaced by irritation when the headteacher opened the door to the office and beckoned them both inside. Straightening, he put a hand on Omega’s shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. Reassuring, he hoped as they walked into the office.

‘Mr Fett,’ Ben Kenobi started as he looked over his glasses at Crosshair. ‘I assume you’ve been informed as to why you’re here.’ A nod and a scowl told the headteacher what he needed to know. ‘And I gather that it is you who signed Omega’s detention slip a while ago.’ Another nod, and Ben sighed. This was going to be long meeting if neither adult nor child were willing to work with him. He sat further forward in his seat, resting his elbows on his desk. ‘Would you like a coffee and a biscuit?’

Crosshair, who had been determined to remain steely throughout the meeting, blinked in confusion. He had been expecting to be told about Omega’s behaviour, not be offered a hot drink and a biscuit. Mr Kenobi was already across the room with the kettle on before he could respond. ‘And a hot chocolate?’ he looked to Omega, who looked equally startled, but nodded anxiously. Before long, the three of them were sat back at the desk, hot drinks in hand and few biscuits on a small plate.

‘Let’s start again,’ Ben prayed that a slightly gentler approach would persuade the pair to talk to him. ‘I have read through Omega’s student file, and even taught her for some lessons. She’s a pleasure to have in the classroom.’ He regarded the pair, Omega looking a little flustered at being praised by a teacher. ‘So you can understand my confusion when I read through all of her recent reports only to find that her behaviour has gone through the floor… but not all the time.’

A blush of embarrassment was starting to spread across Omega’s cheeks, and she looked down at the mug in her hands. Crosshair glanced at her, not wanting to overstep any boundaries, but wanting to defend his little sister. It was the least she deserved.

‘It would lead me to believe,’ Mr Kenobi continued. ‘That perhaps there is something going on either in school or at home that is provoking this sort of behaviour.’

There was an almost sickening silence, and Crosshair was trying not to think about how similar this was to his own school experience (although his teachers had been far less understanding). He was about to open his mouth to respond to the head teacher, not wanting to draw the process out for Omega any longer than necessary when the child spoke up.

‘I know what I did was wrong,’ she started, putting the mug down and fiddling with a loose thread on her blazer. ‘But Maisie was calling me names, and leaving notes in my bag and my blazer…’ she trailed off, looking upset. ‘And then I saw her drawing on my locker and she started calling my brother names and I kinda lost it.’

Ben took in the information; the teacher on duty had mentioned Maisie drawing on Omega’s locker but he did not know the nature of those drawings. ‘I know this must be difficult for you, Omega,’ he responded. ‘But if you could tell me what sort of things Maisie has been calling you and your brother then I would find that most helpful.’

Omega fidgeted in her seat, looking uncomfortable and embarrassed. Crosshair put an arm around her shoulders, and it was as she turned to her brother for support that Ben spotted the small, yet brightly coloured pin badge on the collar of her blazer. Following his instinct, he turned a photo around on his desk. Once again, Omega and Crosshair looked slightly confused at his behaviour.

‘This is Cody,’ he started, pointing to one of the adults in the photo. There were three in total: Ben, Cody and a small child sat between them at what appeared to be a wedding. ‘We’ve been married for three years now, and our daughter is starting primary school in September…’ he trailed off, looking over his glasses at the pair sat in front of him. ‘I know what it is to be called names and have dirty looks thrown at me when people think I’m not looking.’ Omega’s shoulders sagged and her eyes filled with tears. He’d hit the nail on the head then.

‘Omega,’ the little girl looked up at him, trying not to cry. ‘If Maisie has been saying what I think she’s been saying, then you can tell me and I will see to it that her parents are called in. She will receive a detention and I will try my best to make sure that you’re not in the same classes anymore.’ A small nod from the child reassured him a little and he moved a tissue box a little closer. Crosshair took a tissue and handed it to his sister, who hid her face in her hands.

‘No one else needs to know, though?’ she asked eventually, and Crosshair looked up at the headteacher. He shook his head.

‘No one else needs to know,’ he reassured. ‘I will see to it that I meet with Maisie’s parents personally and that I’m the one who supervises and detentions she receives.’ The look of relief that washed over the child almost made him smile.

‘I’m afraid that you’ll still have to take a few days off for the fight,’ he continued. ‘Maisie will receive the same treatment, don’t you worry, but now that you know you have an ally in school maybe you could come to me before defending your brother and yourself so valiantly next time?’

This brought a small smile to Omega’s face and she nodded sheepishly. Crosshair, realising that he’d been sat pretty much silently throughout this meeting, cleared his throat. ‘Thank you,’ he said with sincerity in his voice. Ben simply nodded, a silent understanding, and thanked him for coming in before dismissing the pair.

Once outside the school building, Omega looked to her brother, trying to read his face. ‘I’m sorry I got into the fight,’ she started, knowing that this time it wasn’t something they could keep between the pair of them. It was one thing for Crosshair to pretend that a detention had never happened, but a fight was a completely different matter. This would put both of them in an awkward position at home and she knew it.

Crosshair didn’t respond for a moment, and the little girl could feel more tears forming in her eyes. She’d finally done it, she’d well and truly pissed him off. She turned and stated to head back to the car when she was pulled into a hug.

For a moment she was in shock. Crosshair never initiated hugs. Never. Omega thought at one point he didn’t like being touched, but he always seemed to be open to receiving hugs… this was new. She didn’t realise that her big brother was getting emotional until she heard a sniff coming from above her head. Looking up, her eyes widened, but his grip didn’t loosen.

‘Cross?’ she asked, her voice muffled by his shirt.

‘I’m proud of you, ‘Mega,’ he rasped out, eventually letting her go. Both of them were sniffling now and they let out watery laughs. ‘I’m so proud…’ he trailed off as they continued heading towards the car. ‘But Hunter’s gonna lose his shit when he sees that you’ve been in a fight.’

Omega groaned and pressed her head against the dashboard. She had come out to her buir not long ago, and of course he’d been the same loving father figure he always had been. Crosshair was right though, he would loose his mind when he saw her split lip and bruised cheek. Out of concern of course, and he would undoubtedly understand once she explained, but it didn’t make her look forward to the conversation any more.

‘Stay with me when I talk to him?’ she asked, looking a little concerned. A small smile appeared on Crosshairs face and he nodded. ‘Of course, vod’ika,’ he replied, ruffling her hair gently. There was a comfortable pause between the pair of them as he started the car. ‘At least tell me she looks worse than you do,’ he said after a few minutes.

His sister looked at him, the hint of a sly grin on her face. ‘Two black eyes,’ she responded and Crosshair snorted. ‘Good,’ he stated as they left the school car park and turned onto the main road. The pair drove home, knowing that the others would be back soon and that the house would no doubt descend into chaos upon seeing the state that Omega was in. She would have been more panicked, but knowing that she had her big brother there to support her was one of the biggest reassurances. She would be okay, she knew that now.

His sister looked at him, the hint of a sly grin on her face. ‘Two black eyes,’ she responded and Crosshair snorted. ‘Good,’ he stated as they left the school car park and turned onto the main road. The pair drove home, knowing that the others would be back soon and that the house would no doubt descend into chaos upon seeing the state that Omega was in. She would have been more panicked, but knowing that she had her big brother there to support her was one of the biggest reassurances. She would be okay, she knew that now.

[bee-a-garbage-shipper]

trans or omega tim au

classic trope of getting drunk and accidentally falling in bed together.

tim wakes up first, panics at seeing jason, and leaves without saying anything. jason wakes up later and has flashes of being with someone the night before but can't remember who.

tim thinks everything will be fine as long as he avoids jason for a little bit out of awkwardness. but then

oops, pregnancy

and jason being highkey jealous whenever he sees tim pregnant and also furious that the father is a dead beat

(tim said it wasn't like that at all but jason thinks tim is too nice so jason is assuming the man [him] is a deadbeat)

[patchoulipuppy]

He's fucking me on the edge of the bed and has to stop to change the music so I'm left writhing there underneath Him like a Beast in Heat while He's flipping through Spotify and absentmindedly stroking my cock and thrusting hard every so often and smirking and my stupid puppy mouth can't stop whining till He blesses me with His full attention again and resumes taking what He wants

[cloneenthusiast]

Happy Pride from clone force 99 !

[howlsofbloodhounds]

Killer and Color should get married not only for tax benefits and an expression of loyalty and devotion because they have plans to live their life together, but also so Color would be considered family and therefore able to visit Killer in the hospital and vice versa. And also they have each other in their wills.

The whole marriage thing probably cropped up because something landed Killer in the hospital (can be anything, started a fight, a particularly bad spiral that ended in the hospital), but the docs wouldn’t let anyone who wasn’t family visit.

So Color forced himself to lie (which he hates doing), and although he was glad it worked despite his fumbling, he was still feeling upset at himself about it (falling into that integrity-justice looping thoughts).

So Killer was just like “then let’s get married then” which completely halted Color’s thoughts out of pure astonishment. He asks for clarity and Killer’s like, “Didn’t lie if we’re actually married.” And Color’s like, “Is this your proposal?”

And no, it wasn’t. It was a spontaneous choice but as soon as he’s released from the hospital, he decides to plan an entire proposal like a week or two later. And Color’a absolutely befuddled because he thought Killer was just joking, but he accepts and they’re married like a month or two later.

If anyone asks, Killer just says they got married because, “Color is a bad liar.” To which Color grumbles that he can lie, he just doesn’t like to.

[justvora]

An appreciation post to Lady Shiva and Cassandra Cain body reading skills and why they should be the top tier in martial arts

Hello there :)

I recently saw a post that talked about Cassandra and Lady Shiva's analytical reading skills should not be a compelling reason to say they are the best martial artists as there are such things as feints, grappling and other 'techniques' as such….. So I do this not just as an answer anymore, but to explain why, in theory, this skill that both of them have is much more than it seems (and what actually ends up being represented in American comics).

Let's start with what I just mentioned: Within American comics generally hand-to-hand and martial arts fights are usually represented poorly when it comes to talking technical and realistic, but in terms of spectacle they are usually a delight, so this is mainly one of the reasons why this skill that mother and daughter share is not usually delved into, and neither do they go into the terms of grappling and so on.

Next up: Cassandra Cain and Lady Shiva are not only the best martial artists in their universe for that skill, but for their position, potential and narrative.

Cass general fighting performance

When talking about Cassandra Wayne (Cain) we have to take into account that she is still young, so she has a lot of potential for improvement to evolve... And yet, since she was born, she has received specialized training to become a great professional assassin (within the Post-Crisis continuity, she was trained by the entire league of assassins, including among her many trainers the Bronze Tiger; however, in the New52/Rebirth continuity she did not go to the depth of all this). The fact that she was raised and trained to kill means that she does not perform so well in non-lethal combat, since she is omitting and restricting an arsenal and naturalized instinct to fight against her own impulses, notoriously limiting herself - and this is something that has already been commented on several occasions.

Why Cass and Shiva are at the "top" of the martial arts tier list due to their narrative / and the powerscaling stuff from martial arts in comic books.

In this section I will not only talk about why I think that mother and daughter are at the top of the best martial artists, but also about how stupid it usually seems to me to do martial arts power scaling with characters that are very evenly matched.

To start I would like to attach the following screenshot from "LetsTalkLadyShiva's" "CuriousAsk", which I consider, in my opinion, deals with many quite relevant and interesting points about why these characters are above average beyond their own feats (although later there will be characters like Karate Kid whose martial arts are a power in themselves that take him to a level of literally cosmic surrealism).

Now, moving on to the topic of martial arts powerscaling… It makes no sense. It makes no sense because it's not something that can be quantified, and because many comic book characters present a dissonance between the hype, the statements, and their own feats. I think it's not a new complaint to say that many of us are fed up with reading "And he's versatile in all existing martial arts," when it's nonsense without logic due to the nature of these things.

The most that can be quantified in a general way around skill is usually: The number of martial arts that a character knows, and the level of skill around said martial arts - Their years of experience, which is what allows them to develop Battle IQ - And the win rate.

Beyond that, many characters exist for and by the hype, and by their own position within a universe. Lady Shiva was introduced in The Question comics as an alien force of nature, one who broke away from the material world to prove to Sage that he was just a fish in the big pond of his world. There she has narrative power, one as one of the most skilled characters by being a technically insurmountable barrier for combatants. And that's what matters: Not her feats, but who she is.

And... Cassandra? She is The One who is All.

Another thing I consider necessary for martial arts power scaling is the fact that many people try to do the typical:

"[x] character beat [y], who is extremely powerful and skilled And [z] beat [x], so he is even more skilled…etc"

All hand-to-hand combats that can occur are unique, and in many cases there are completely circumstantial situations that define the winner. These circumstances, such as the way and objective that someone seeks, the desire to fight, or how the fight began are defining, and may not mean that someone is, really, more skilled or a better martial artist than another.

In addition, there is a thing called "compatibility", where "A" can beat "B", and "B" can beat "C", and "C" will beat "A". And what is this due to? To the compatibility between styles, where striking can beat judo grappling, and judo can also beat a grappler specialized in BJJ who is capable of beating a boxer, but this will not happen vice versa.

Now… Let's finally get to the interesting part of all this…

The true potential of Cassandra Cain and Lady Shiva's analytical body reading ability.

In this case, and now, I will focus on talking mainly about Cass.

Cassandra was born and raised not to understand verbal language, but body language. In this way she would understand every micro-gesture produced by the human body to interpret it instinctively and naturally in order to understand people… And to predict what they are going to do.

There are several panels that explain this in depth, in short Cassandra reads body language, which is what we often do unconsciously, without realizing it, and this is something I have to highlight because it seems that there are people, both in-universe and IRL, who do not fully understand how this works and confuse it with telepathy.

Nightwing and Jason Todd, on one occasion, have believed that by acting erratically, and without knowing what they are going to do, they could surprise Cassandra, but this does not work like that. As much as they try not to rationalize their movements and keep their minds blank, Cassandra is not reading their thoughts, but the gestures that their bodies make, indirectly and involuntarily. These are micro-gestures, expressions and so on that even reveal some things that people do not know they do or feel.

Another thing I'd like to point out (as a rejoinder to everyone using her fight against Jason as an anti-feat) is that Cassandra wasn't fighting Red Hood - She was communicating through combat. She didn't want to defeat him, but rather explain a situation to him… While he was fighting bloodlusted —this is also a perfect example of how circumstances really matter in a fight—.

To give an example of what I was talking before: "Through telepathy you can read a mind, but when it is blank, nothing can be done. However, with body reading, you can read what the body, unconsciously, will reveal."

Secondly… This ability of Cass is based on an existing concept of martial arts known as "sensen no sen" (which I will call pre-initiative as it is practically the same thing to simplify it). What does it consist of?

Sen sen no sen (先々の戦, before the attack), or sensen no sente (戦線の先手, anticipate the movement), is a concept and a technique of the martial arts of Japan that consists of adopting a preventive behavior towards the opponent and, at the slightest trace of aggressive attitude, a defense technique is performed. That, however, does not simply mean that it is enough to act before the opponent or that you will act at any moment, but it means that you must be aware of the opponent's posture and, only when the blow is made, do you intercept his movement to obstruct his force.

Cody, Mark Edward. Wado Ryu Karate/Jujutsu (en inglés). Bloomington: AuthorHouse. p. 82.

In short: It consists of anticipating and obstructing an attack before it happens. Do you know that they are going to attack you with a straight attack to the face? Well, before it happens, you have already carried out your counterattack perfectly - It is done before, at the right moment, and not when the other movement is already being carried out, all to produce an overtaking effect with which the opponent can be cornered.

Within the Kengan Ashura and Kengan Omega manga, this is one of the skills that only true masters can use… And Cassandra Cain possesses it in a naturalized and instinctive way. So with this she can anticipate any feint that she can predict by reading her opponents and understanding what their intentions are. Is someone going to try to counterattack a punch of hers to throw it with a judo-throw? Well, she will predict it by anticipating and counterattacking in the most optimal way not only to surprise the opponent, but to punish him.

And this goes for grappling as much as anything else.

Again I refer to the nature of comics… This ability is so powerful in H2H, but it's often poorly represented, so characters like Cass or Shiva are never really given the credit to recognize the level of something like this.

[scumbag4scumbag]

This one's for the gays... (queers, bis, pans, trans, etc)

Gonna run this poll for a week... this IS for actual reasons, so please vote... Going on the honor system that queer folks only will vote, but I know there's no way to know for sure, so please be nice.

[bxbblegxmbby]

why is nobody knotting me wtf, where are my big werewolf ppl with bigger knots on their [redacted]

[caitlynskitten]

Wednesday: E- Enid... mmm

Enid: Shh, good job, kitten. Oh, you always take mommy's knot so well. I'm so proud of you, kitten.

Wednesday: *drooling* I- I'm... good kitten...

Enid: *smiling, kissing Wends' neck* Yes you are, kitten. You're the best little kitten in the world.

Mmm, you look so pretty like this, split open on mommy's knot.

Wednesday: prettyyyyy...

Enid: *readjusts to get comfy*

Wednesday: *whines* Noooo... no don't go. Don't pull out yet.

Enid: Shh, it's okay, princess. I'm not going anywhere. We can stay like this for as long as you want. Try to get some rest, okay? That's it, good kitten.

End <3

(I have no idea where this came from lol)

Is it Weird that I find Enid knotting Wednesday just adorable 😭😭😭😭 am I weird for that??? Like it’s supposed to be sexy and hot which it is but the idea of this making them closer together is just so romantic and adorable. They’d stay in that position for hours and hours. If Enid even adjusts a bit wher she pulls out, Wednesday starts to whine and pulls Enid back inside her ♥️

[phoenixyfriend]

Imagining the kind of discourse that the tiktok baby queers would make about me if they ran into my Anakin Is Very Gender fanfics and it would give me nightmares if I didn't know most of them are like fifteen

[toomanysubcultures]

1st concepts done!!! i thought it'd be fun to make designs for if quentin and idie co-lead their own team :3

[simpfornegan]

au where the targaryen dynasty is a front for an organized crime empire inherited and ran by omega jace with his alpha uncle(lover) aemond at his side, working as his left hand man.

[arrumiekookie]

Canon, btw.

Quentin Quire hates homophobes in canon.

Idie Okonkwo and Evan Sabanhur canonically well versed in gay clubs, trying to help Bobby out with his dating.

Idie knowing that Quentin has rizz (that was fr her first love, crazy af), no matter what everybody says, is dear to my heart.

[britcision]

Dungeon Meshi omegaverse headcanons because I can

1) the different human folks have different versions and different degrees but we’re gonna focus on the elves because I want to

2) afab alphas and amab omegas are just a thing that happens, it’s pretty normal and not considered worth commenting on unless you’re really insular, so while there are some sexist stereotypes (like that afab alphas are more attentive parents, although not as good as any omega) it’s not on the “male omega bad” side

It’s about 20% of the alpha/omega population (and betas make up about 60% of the human population so 8% of people total), so not hugely common but way more common than red hair and only a little less than being left handed

Some amab omegas can carry children (especially with magical assistance) and it’s actually a little easier for afab alphas to sire children, since that’s a one time output rather than a prolonged physical process

You also get things like secondary sex homosexuality (alpha-for-alpha gay, ditto omegas) which are basically ignored anyway unless someone’s fussing about bloodlines, and difficult cases like alpha-presenting-omega; an omega who reads like an alpha in scent and all other aspects except when they’re on heat

That’s hard to detect before the cycle actually starts and causes rampant excitement every time, but since alphas being with other alphas isn’t considered noteworthy except in high society, it’s also only a problem around the cycle

3) just like they don’t have sexual dimorphism, there’s no visible external differences between elves in secondary sex either

They’re more about magic than physical force, so you might be able to tell the difference based on their magical specialties (that’s how elves claim they do it but it’s bullshit they are lying)

This often confuses other folks who do; tallmen alphas are physically larger and more muscular (Falin’s an alpha) and omegas are smaller and slimmer, but all the elves are small and slim so tallmen often think they’re all omegas this is not helped by

4) almost all the Canaries are omegas; service is a doubly beneficial arrangement for noble families, who offer their children to show their loyalty just like canon… and to keep inconvenient extra bloodlines from cropping up if those extra omegas have kids

All of the wardens are omegas (except possibly Flamela; this is actually another reason why she’s not allowed into dangerous dungeons) and most of the prisoners are too, although occasionally alphas are allowed to serve

This is not considered a risk because while alphas are more aggressive, elves also consider them less capable leaders since they’re more likely to lose their heads and act rashly when riled up (like when Izutsumi was a kobold from the changelings and had to be stopped from fighting til she died) and just generally less capable, so an alpha convict with their magic bound isn’t considered a serious threat to a capable omega warden

Alphas also don’t necessarily fight to the death, since there’s all the posturing and fighting for position

Elf omegas, on the other hand, will tear your fucking throat out at the first sign of violence because if a fight gets to them it needs to be ended immediately to protect the babies

They have absolutely weaponized this against the demon and the dungeons by intentionally putting their omegas in combat situations

Alpha prisoners are usually only assigned to a single warden for the duration of their service, because they tend to get overprotective of their omega squad-mates and don’t handle personnel shifts well

5) The wardens get sterilized as part of their training, the prisoners are required to be on birth control for the duration of their service but can also request sterilization - birth control’s usually by magical implant so it’s not a huge inconvenience but listen if you want that ute yote it’s yoten

6) Heat cycles absolutely do sync up between themselves and with rut cycles, and the squads get mandatory downtime for a month on either side; luckily they’re elves so they’re on multi-annual cycles rather than seasonal

(Elves who find out how often short-lived omegas go into heat tend to react with shock and sympathy and an immediate “ooooh this is why you die so early”)

(More than one squad have accidentally maimed their alpha if they have a surprise heat)

How a squad handles group heat is up to them, suppressants are part of the basic gear, as are knotting toys, and there’s a whole industry of “heat hotels” where any human single omegas can go to ride out a heat safely either alone with toys or with vetted beta staff (on birth control) of their choosing - the Canaries semi-regularly take them over and occasionally incite orgies because while the heat demands a knot what elves accept as dominance is magical power, not position, so the strongest arcanist in a squad usually reads as an “alpha” to other humans despite their actual sexes

And since there’s no actual rules that omegas can’t hook up for a cycle at the heat house, so long as everyone arrives and agrees before they go into heat it’s a “the more the merrier” situation

They also sync up between different types of humans, but elves sync very slowly and have such long cycles almost no one notices

For no godly reason gnomes sync the fastest but they have relatively mild cycles and don’t seem to mind

Fuck it cycle table:

Dwarves - 6 month cycle - 1 week rut/heat

Elves - 2-3 year cycle - 2 weeks rut/heat

Gnomes - 4 month cycle - 5 days rut/heat

Half-foots(feet?) - 2 month cycle - 3 days rut/heat

Oni - 2 month cycle - 5 days rut/heat

Tall-men - 2 month cycle - 5-7 days rut/heat

7) Mithrun’s squad are extra goddamn protective of him because his cycle also got broken and doesn’t sync properly, but he deadass will not notice when he’s on heat and just continues as usual, while radiating pheromones. He also will not take suppressants any more than he’ll drink or eat

Luckily he also almost never actually goes onto heat, so he just vibes and trains while everyone else is on their heat break and occasionally gets impatient and starts bar fights

Lycion’s been a permanent squad member despite not being an alpha (he’s a beta but the werewolf gets a knot anyway sooooo he’s busy on heat breaks) because he can smell when Mithrun’s going onto heat ahead of time, way before anyone else can

Mithrun’s gone into heat twice since rejoining the Canaries. Cithis, Otta, and Fleki bitch about this constantly with varying degrees of envy, right up until the next time it happens out of the blue and they have to drag his dumb ass out of a dungeon because literally no one was prepared

Otta’s not even an omega she’s a beta too so she uses their heat breaks to flirt with half-foot women which is why she has enough time to date despite being a convict death squad member

(And yeah she’ll “help out” any half-foot lady omegas if they’re not actually already in heat when they arrive at a house the squad’s taken over and can hold a conversation first cuz while technically everyone else can still go through their heat alone and ignore the elves…

Well they’re loud, they’re expansive, Fleki is allergic to personal space, even in heat Cithis has enough top energy to dominate a city block, and Lycion only has one knot and will occasionally need to sleep - more than the heated omegas. They like sharing and there are no consequences provided the hotel has a room big enough)

Fleki will absolutely still use her familiar while she’s on heat and she will not remember to tell anyone she’s doing it, but since she basically just flies away until the next wave demands she get fucked again it’s not all that different from taking a nap from anyone else’s perspective

(Flying in heat is nowhere near as good as flying on shrooms but it does still beat reality)

(Everyone. Everyone has asked her if she’s fucked in the bird. Absolutely everyone. And she never specifies but makes absolutely filthy and biologically unlikely insinuations.

She absolutely did try it once. And since her familiar has genitals at her own discretion, and didn’t google bird genitals before hand, results were Mid)

Cithis has been denied access - or have had people attempt to deny her access anyway - to more than one heat house because absolutely no one who is not an elf believes she’s not an alpha without proof

All the elves have Elf Twink Disease so their alphas aren’t buff and macho anyway and everyone knows it, so her sheer Step On Me Please energy has gotten the whole squad into trouble

(She blatantly refuses to do anything about this and will often make the situation worse for fun or profit until Mithrun tells her to stop)

8) half elves like Marcille have the extremely exciting and unfortunate bonus of potentially being crosses in secondary sex too, just like the non-linear aging - something about the long-lived/shorter-lived magic combo and the elves’ own permutations in particular mean that other human-alpha and elf-beta/omega sometimes happen on the same gene, and other human-omega and elf-beta/alpha is also more likely than elf-alpha and other human-alpha coming together

Some half elves get lucky and get double beta, Marcille did not and got beta-omega (which is at least easier than alpha-omega, the rarest combo but hey if you’re flexible or magically inclined with that one you can kinda just go fuck yourself)

This is why she gets super over-protective of the people she cares about (see: get back in the kitchen while I take over the world), but doesn’t really have any kind of self preservation instincts or a desire not to run face first into danger and explode it

She’s never had a heat cycle and if she’s lucky she might never get one, so long as the beta side stays dominant

But Falin’s an alpha and possibly the person who activated Marcille’s omega side to get that over-protectiveness in the first place, so if (when) they do mate Marcille is gonna learn some fun and exciting things about her body

(Toshiro’s an omega, but his family insisted on raising him like an alpha anyway because Oldest Son. Falin was the one to actually tell him he was an omega, because Maizuru was ordered not to

This is part of why he’s so incredibly jealous of Laios, who is an actual alpha as well as autistic as hell, so Shuro’s not only jealous of his complete disregard for social rules, he’s also exceedingly jealous that all of the “alpha” stuff he has to work incredibly hard to fake comes to Laios completely naturally

Laios had no idea Shuro was an omega at all (possibly Nakamoto family scent blockers, possibly Laios Not Paying Attention) and has actually been idolizing Shuro as the Manliest Best Alpha To Ever Alpha - like all them flashbacks of Shuro standing between downed Laios and danger

Maybe Laios doesn’t find out until after Falin’s revived successfully. It blows his mind. Toshiro weeps in frustration.)

9) fuck it it’s official, alpha Flamela, that’s why her twin was taken (twin was an omega, elves still think alphas are too impulsive and hot headed to rule) and Flamela wasn’t stopped from running off to join the Canaries

They did try to skip the sterilizing step with her, cuz while the coal black skin definitively doesn’t reliably pass from parent to child there’s still a chance her kids would have better odds of inheriting it

Flamela lost her shit when she found out she was being treated differently from other wardens (doing other elven alphas absolutely no favours about that “too impulsive” thing because she genuinely didn’t even notice that what was happening was that she wasn’t being given invasive and permanently life altering often nonconsensual surgery) and threatened to do it to herself if they wouldn’t do her

Someone suggested they fake it, put her under, make the cut, leave everything alone so she just got a scar, someone else pointed out she might be slightly less knife happy afterwards, the smartest person in the room pointed out she would be Exceedingly Fucking Knife Happy if she ever found out and possibly kill them all

She was sterilised at her own insistence but her genetic materials (eggs and sperm why not) were stored rather than discarded in case she changes her mind

This has also alienated her from the other wardens because not only is she the only one who actually volunteered to be a Canary, she volunteered for the whole thing and genuinely doesn’t get why any of them are unhappy about it

Rut isn’t all that fun and she doesn’t think heat sounds good either, since her default position with people is distrust and keeping them at arm’s length, so she always rides hers out alone and assumes others will too - but both sound way way way better to her than having to carry or raise a child

She’s not cruel or aggressive about it but she’s about as tactful as a rhinoceros and just gets loudly confused, so it’s not worth trying to confide in her or bond over the extra level of being discarded by their families

(And since she hates gossip and will aggressively curtail it, she only finds out what anyone else on her squad does for heat if she actually has to help arrange it)

She was so offended to find out she’d still have rut cycles after surgery. The one thing absolutely every other warden can agree with her on

Most elf alphas are actually significantly more level headed and stable than Flamela, she still has her entirely independent emotional baggage but she is what all the elven stereotypes say an alpha is

There’s some real world racist bs about Black women and especially darker skinned Black women being less feminine, but it’s bullshit and fuck that it’s illegal here, alpha women are just a thing that happens and it has nothing to do with gender

Flamela’s not especially feminine either by elf standards, but that’s her decision and she is beauty, she is grace, she will stab you in the face and you’d deserve it if you commented

10) communication pixies are affected by their maker’s heat, but not by getting anything similar themselves; it’s an intentional part of the spell, the pixie gets all sleepy and “drunk” and will not connect any calls without a specific code word, because absolutely no one wanted heat-sex pixie butt dials

This isn’t just an elf thing but it is in the elf-magic version of the spell; if you make a pixie with gnome-magic instead there’s a 75% chance it will also go dozy during your heat buuuuut a 25% chance it just keeps going as normal

General consensus is that the ephemeral will of magic either can’t tell when humans go into heat or considers the occasional magic butt dial necessary to the balance of the universe

A lot of older gnomes just plain don’t care about any of it and think it’s a bit funny when anyone else makes such a big fuss, since it’s just another part of life

(If Falin ever makes a pixie you KNOW it stays active during her rut you KNOW Marcille gets a butt dial dear gods is this how the Farcille confession happens in this AU)

11) orcs and kobolds don’t actually have secondary sexes by dint of not being human (wrong number of bones) and tend to consider the whole thing a little weird, but not their problem

Some orcs suspect the whole alpha-omega thing is why humans get violently territorial for basically no reason, and the sympathetic ones tend to be very gentle with someone once they learn they’re an alpha or omega

Big “oh you poor thing that sounds so difficult, let’s make sure you don’t get over excited” energy

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I’ll add more later if I come up with anything else, but by all means hop into my sand box and play with anything you like!

A bunch of other characters and their alignments in no particular order:

Kabru - beta, but one of his only decent spells is to fake either alpha or omega pheromones at will. He’ll play any of the roles to get what he wants and what he thinks will serve him best

(He almost always plays omega with elves because 1) they don’t respect alphas the way most other humans do and 2) they’re gonna read him as a child anyway, so having specific “adult” pheromones might occasionally sway them to respect him a little more, but they’re also more likely to subconsciously protect him

He tried alpha on Mithrun when they were alone in the dungeon for all of 15 minutes before determining Mithrun couldn’t tell the difference

(Mithrun could he just doesn’t care))

Namari - alpha, works well with usually being the party tank, but as a dwarf her instincts are more “provide for needs” than “fight off enemies” which is why she loves armour and wants other people to wear it

Senshi - omega, he’s going to see the babies fed by any means necessary (but yeah it’s part of why his mining crew didn’t let him fight the griffin, he hadn’t fully hit his second puberty but they Had Suspicions)

However, since he lived alone most of his life (and was surrounded by alphas before that) he presents almost entirely as an alpha, and unless he hits heat no non-dwarfs will ever notice he isn’t

There’s not a huge difference between dwarf alpha, beta, and omegas anyway, but the alphas tend more towards crafts and making or procuring physical items to see to their loved ones’ needs while the omegas are more focused on acts of service

(Physically they’re just all Like That, like the elves)

Every dwarf who has ever met Senshi clocked him as an alpha in the first five minutes, and clocked him equally hard as an omega ten minutes later and had some mild cognitive dissonance. None of them mention it because that’s Rude

Izutsumi - alpha cat, hates you all

Chilchuck - tallest skinniest half foot omega you ever did see. Has adopted his entire union since he doesn’t see his girls anymore. His wife was a beta and the only reason she got them in the “divorce” was the girls had already moved out

(She moved in with Puckpatti)

Chilchuck is constantly low-grade losing his shit about it

Maizuru - omega, deeply dislikes how Toshiro’s father has treated him and does genuinely believe deep down that an omega like Toshiro might be a better leader specifically because he’s more empathic and considerate than their society’s demanded alpha behaviour

She will be miffed to be told the elves agree with her though

Rin - beta, accidentally presents as an omega because she picked it up in self defence while living with the elves. She does not like it but she does tend to keep herself closed off, avoid skin contact, and comes off as trying too hard not to seem meek, so people with opinions on strangers’ sexes assume she’s an omega who escaped a bad situation

(They’re not fully wrong, she hates that they’re not)

Kaka and Kiki - Kaka’s an omega, Kiki’s a beta but she intentionally presents as an alpha to keep anyone from noticing or saying shit about her brother

If she’s loud and noticeable, they won’t wonder why he’s shyer and quiet

(Kaka 1000% imprinted on Namari the first time she saved his life she is his big strong alpha he is a helpless fucking puppy so even though he’s self conscious about his height he can’t help wanting her to like his legs

Unfortunately for him Namari’s gay as hell and Kiki’s extremely into her as well and he wants his twin to be happy so he’ll be pining forever and make do with a familial alpha bond)

(Namari will never know she coulda had her pick)

Mikbell - beta cuck and a scab

Holm - the only actual alpha on Kabru’s team, has definitely noticed him switching up the pheromones and he mostly doesn’t care, he thinks that secondary-sex-fluidity is actually a really good quality in a leader (it shows he respects all of them and acknowledges the strengths they all have)

But when it comes to his sister Nope Nope Nope buster don’t you dare seduce her with some mocked up alpha juice

His sister is also an alpha but she’s alpha-for-alpha gay and gender bisexual and he’s not having it

Daya - omega, but prefers to present as an alpha because she’s actually just not that comfortable with the stereotypical omega “role”

(Again for dwarves, it’s mostly “will do caretaking” over “will procure necessary items”, but her birth clan were heavy traditionalists who considered an omega’s primary job to be “be pregnant” so she’s tossed the whole situation)

(Her partner is an alpha and oh boy did he have to work to prove he was nothing like the boys back home. He’s fully happy to be the caretaker while she brings home the bacon and she loves him for that

Most dwarves will assume he’s the omega unless told otherwise, and they’re both very comfortable with that on the extremely rare occasion that it comes up since Island dwarves usually don’t care anyway)

Kuro - kobold, not his problem, but oh boy he’s adopted Mikbell as his puppy and is gonna do his best taking care of this man

He’s fully aware Mik’s a mature adult (despite how often he pretends to be a kid to fuck with people), he can smell his pheromones, he just believes Mikbell needs a father or at least older brother figure to guide him more than just a buddy

(He and Kabru also suspect Mik might be into non sexual (probably?) age play, since he claims he acts like a kid to fuck over assholes who assume half-foots can’t be real adults, but he does it A Lot and with joy and fervour)

(Mikbell can never learn this)

Grandpa Tansu - cranky lil alpha gnome

Granny Floke - also a lil alpha gnome, they’re also alpha-for-alpha gay, but she likes watching her husband get all loud and up in arms so she doesn’t bother getting involved much

(Full Madame Giry from the good Phantom of the Opera productions, she only has to say one word to put her foot down but she actually is a nice smiling little old lady… which makes it scarier when she does it)

Tade - alpha oni, but in oni omegas and afabs are actually much bigger so she’s still pretty small for an oni (bigger than amab alphas though)

This does tend to confuse pretty much everyone else but those little buggers come out BIG and HORNED and it’s just better all around to have more space for the lil niblets

This is why Marcille’s oni form was head and shoulders too big to be seen standing next to her party she’d’ve been around a foot and a half taller than Tade because I said so

Thistle - oh the saddest most broken lil elf omega, he was in a bad way before Delgal’s dad died and then when Delgal did the “only you can save us we’re all gonna die” Thistle reverse-pioneered the Canaries by going into omega-murder-mode so hard he dungeoned an entire kingdom

And since there was not a single alpha older than him anywhere to be found he just never got to turn that off (if only someone scruffed the little bastard idk if that’s an omegaverse thing but the imagery is peak)

Imma headcanon he never actually had a cycle by dint of not finishing elf-puberty before he went Kingdom In A Bottle and stopped aging but honestly any flavour of fuckery and whenever you think he stopped aging is all good

(Since not only was Yaad born post dungeon, he grew to young adulthood and other people did age, they just didn’t die, so aging was for sure happening for like 20 years post dive)

Winged Lion - the alpha and the omega solely for the joke

If you can think of anyone else or if you have any questions lemme know and I’ll spin something off the dome for ya! (This totally wasn’t prompted by me nearly having the first full chapter of. Something. Ready to go. 👀)

If anyone else wants to chop and screw with any bits of this for any reason go wild and all I ask is a tag in because I like free candy as much as anyone else. Despite Farcille commentary it’s technically ship agnostic because honestly that’s the least interesting part of an omegaverse AU for me I’m here to get weird with sex and gender roles and cultural variance

I haven’t actually played in this sand pit much before so we can all thank/blame Omega Jason Todd week for finally tipping my interest over by giving me new levels of fuckery, we stan a 6’ omega built like a tank

[howlsofbloodhounds]

so does anyone have any autistic color headcanons or just generally disabled color headcanons

[sociallyawkwardjustice]

“Luffy was all kinds of stupid-cute during heat week…”

It’s been 84 years since I fanfic’d…

But I finally watched One Piece all the way through and. This. Happened…

ABO fluff, no smut, cuddles galore. Takes place on the Sunny en route to Dress Rosa. Implied one-sided pining Lawlu, mild possibly one-sided Zolu. Asexual Omega Luffy having snuggly-times with the Straw-Hats.

The Straw-Hat pirates were many things.

First and foremost: they were a band of single-minded idiots, at least as ridiculous as they were formidable.

But they were also a pack — one of the most peculiar packs Trafalgar Law had ever seen.

They were infamously unorthodox, as far as pirate crews went. Most packs are no more than 6-10 in number, so whole crews usually aren’t packs. And the packs within a single crew are normally blood-related.

Not so for the Straw-Hats. They were a small crew, and they were pack-mates not by blood but by choice.

But the part that went from uncommon to almost unheard of? The ship’s captain, the pack leader, was in fact an omega.

The rest of the crew were betas, with the exception of Roronoa Zoro, the feared alpha swordsman from East Blue. But the former pirate hunter followed his omega captain with unwavering loyalty.

Many found it puzzling. Traditionally the captain is always an alpha, the alpha of the pack in every meaning of the word. But not one of the Straw-Hats seemed bothered in the least by their upside-down ship dynamics.

And in a fight, every enemy soon learned that no one was stronger than Straw-Hat Luffy, the teenage omega with an unyielding ambition to become the king of pirates.

It was still a hard pill for some people to swallow. Omegas are thought of as physically weak, or demure, or soft-featured. But Luffy was certainly none of those things!

(…Although, he did have a bit of a baby-face.)

And every omega goes into heat, yes. But contrary to popular belief? It’s not a sustained, uncontrollably aroused state. It depends on the individual, but most omegas just become sensitive to physical touch during heat, and seek out cuddles and pettings. Nothing so debilitating as the popular beliefs about omega heats!

All the same, the Straw-Hat crew during Luffy’s heat was… quite a sight to behold.

Now, the thing about the captain of the Heart pirates? He didn’t like to appear in any way vulnerable, to either his enemies or his allies. So his expression was almost always grim. He only smiled in a devilish, cunning way that revealed no softness. It made him feel armored, somehow, if no one could tell what he really felt under his veneer of confidence.

And there was no greater threat to Trafalgar Law’s famously stoic image than unbearable cuteness.

This was why Law was prone to casting aghast glares when he was forced to behold the adorable. If he didn’t, a smile might slip - the gentle kind of smile that didn’t befit a fearsome pirate captain.

So throughout the Straw-Hat captain’s heat, the Heart pirates captain wore an even more severe glower than usual.

Because Luffy was all kinds of stupid-cute during heat week.

Ussop, Chopper and Luffy were already always all over each other, like a trio of little boys. But during Luffy’s heat?

Luffy would carry Chopper around everywhere like a stuffed toy. He’d swing on his heels side to side, tucking his chin snugly into the top of Chopper’s hat… blithely ignoring increasingly exasperated requests of “put me down, please”. To get anything done, the reindeer doctor had to shift into his heavy point form while Luffy just held on still, hanging like a cape over Chopper’s big fuzzy shoulders.

When it was Ussop’s turn (because apparently no crew member was safe from captain cuddles), Luffy typically scooped the sniper up with the same ease as he did Chopper. After dangling awkwardly over Luffy’s shoulder with a flat expression, Ussop usually could persuade his captain to ease him into a piggyback position. As long as Ussop kept his arms tight around him, Luffy seemed content to parade around with his friend on his back, giggling like a maniac even when Ussop wasn’t cracking jokes in his ear.

Nami was much more strict in her approach with heat-touchy Luffy.

“Nuh-uh, you know the drill, dummy! Let me finish what I’m doing first,” she’d snap when she was in the middle of something, and Luffy had inevitably tried to sneak a hug. He’d pout and sit impatiently on the galley floor while Nami gathered up her navigation materials off the table.

When she was ready, she would find herself a seat, pull a pillow into her lap, and turn to Luffy.

“Okay. C’mere you limpet.”

Luffy then happily bounced up and scrambled so that his head was on the pillow in Nami’s lap. She’d make a show of sighing like it was a huge chore while she scratched and ruffled at his black head of hair. But she couldn’t help a small, fond smile as she shook her head.

That sleepy-kitten smile on the strawhat captain’s face as he nestled into the pillow and outright purred… it was so adorable, Law contemplated clawing his own damn eyes out.

Brook, Franky and Robin gave no sign that anything the omega did with them was less than a normal, everyday occurrence.

It had taken Law a moment to even notice something amiss when Brook walked by him. None of the crew looked twice at the sight, and the skeleton man himself carried his lanky form much the same as always.

Law had to do a double-take when he realized that there was something attached to one of Brook’s legs. Wrapped like a bandage around his shin was one rubbery omega captain, hanging on like a toddler riding his mother’s ankles.

Brook merely refilled and sipped from his teacup, apparently unbothered.

Law had noticed before that the musician wore the highest quality cloth. His trousers in particular were made of the softest materials, maybe to compensate for his harsh and uninviting bone body. Luffy seemed happy enough to rub his cheek against the fabric like a cat, despite the lack of flesh or body heat underneath.

When it came to the Straw-Hat’s shipwright, Luffy preferred to sling his body over the cyborg’s enormous shoulders like a scarf. He dangled upside down on one side of Franky, the rest of him hanging over the other side in an inhuman stretch. It didn’t seem to hinder Franky in his work. He did pause sometimes to show Luffy an invention or upgrade up-close, or to pop out the smaller mechanical hand inside his big hand to boop the omega’s nose.

The high-pitched squawk Luffy made at that was gut-bustingly cute.

And then there was Robin…

The so-called Devil Child’s serene smile grew a little when her captain stumbled over to her, usually at the end of the day after running around with Ussop and Chopper. He didn’t need to say a word. She would simply sit on the floor and gesture to her lap, and he’d plop drowsily right into her arms.

If she didn’t already have a book in hand, she’d grab one and settle herself so that Luffy was strewn over her lap like an overgrown puppy. She sprouted extra hands to simultaneously hold up her book and squeeze Luffy’s spindly limbs to herself.

Sanji tended to comment that he wished he were in Robin’s arms like that, in an annoying, singsongy voice. This was ignored by all.

But then, the Straw-Hat’s cook could not escape his own round of cuddle-attacks from Luffy.

The blond crewman was always going out of his way to proclaim his eternal infatuation with any and all woman-folk. While he was actually quite friendly with the men in his crew (except for the swordsman, for reasons unknown to Law), he didn’t fawn over them the way he would the female crew members.

True to his lady’s man image, Sanji would complain at first when Luffy glomped him from behind. He’d insist that he didn’t want a man clinging to him, making halfhearted efforts to shake Luffy off. But he gave that up pretty quick. As Sanji assumed a defeated posture, Luffy clamped onto him like a backpack and peered with interest at the food he was preparing.

Sanji then entered an obviously familiar routine of catching and batting away stretchy hands out of ingredients, maneuvering expertly around the kitchen as though he wasn’t weighed down by a cuddly omega captain on his back. Occasionally he held a spoon up to let Luffy have a taste of something. Luffy’s face would light right up and Sanji’s eyes would soften. The kid clearly loved Sanji’s food, and Sanji clearly couldn’t help but spoil the kid just a little.

The last crew member, Zoro, almost seemed to be avoiding Luffy.

That wasn’t all too surprising. The swordsmen was an alpha, after all. Law was too, but he wasn’t that affected by heat pheromones. They just made him a little antsy.

It varies from alpha to alpha, but some have more severe reactions to omega heats. Intense mood fluctuations are common, as well as mild-to-moderate physical discomfort. Or it could be vice versa; the omega could have an adverse reaction to a specific alpha’s pheromones during their heat.

They would have known by now if Luffy had that problem with Law’s pheromones, though. So Law didn’t bother to evade the omega altogether.

Law could only assume Zoro and Luffy just weren’t comfortable around each other during high-pheromone production periods (which Law would never admit made him feel a bit superior to the other alpha, because there was no cause to boast about pheromone compatibility with a dumbass like Straw-Hat Luffy).

But then one afternoon Law finally saw them.

He’d been looking for a quiet corner to get a much needed break from the boisterous Straw-Hats, and decided to try the crow’s nest. But once he reached it he stopped with a jolt.

There, propped against the mast at the center of the nest, was Zoro and Luffy.

Zoro hadn’t been avoiding Luffy. He probably just didn’t want the others to see this… because the alpha and the omega were napping together in an embarrassingly sweet embrace.

The rubber captain sat at a straddle in his first mate’s lap. Smushing the side of his face against Zoro’s chest, Luffy had his arms wrapped all the way around them both in a stretchy loop that came back to his own shoulders. One of Zoro’s bulky arms was draped lazily over Luffy’s waist, while the other arm pillowed the back of his own head.

The two highest-bounty Straw-Hats, all soft and cuddled up? It was too compromising a position for a pirate captain and his first mate!

Law took a second too long just staring.

Even though Zoro was always napping, he was a light sleeper. His one good eye snapped open almost right away and fixed on Law. A growl slipped out of the half-awake swordsman. It was probably just instinct, sleepy brain only processing that another alpha was in the same space as his in-heat captain.

Law was still irked by it.

Up until now, Zoro had shown the good sense not to provoke the other alpha during this tenuous alliance. Now he had the audacity not only to growl at him, but to do it with a snoozing Luffy in his lap. For some reason that made it so much more annoying.

So Law sneered and turned up his nose. “Comfortable?” he asked snidely.

He was unreasonably bothered by the protective grip Zoro tightened on Luffy.

Although a faint blush rose in the swordsman’s face, his eye narrowed and he looked like he was about to retort.

Instead Zoro was interrupted by Luffy stirring slightly against him.

Both alphas’ attentions turned immediately to the omega. But he didn’t wake. Luffy just nuzzled against his crew mate and made a funny little lip-smacking noise. After mumbling something that sounded suspiciously like “meat”, he went quiet again.

Law wasn’t able to appreciate the uncharacteristic warmth overtaking Zoro’s expression. He was in no position to tease or condescend to the younger alpha - not with how unfairly cute the sleepy omega was being. It was a hard sucker punch to the ego.

The surgeon of death only huffed, trying to sound disgusted, and chose to use his devil fruit power to teleport out of there. His chest was clenching and Law knew it had nothing to do with cardiac or respiratory health. So Law glared at the floor and willed himself to calm down.

It was bad enough that anyone, anything, was making his heart palpitate like this. That it was over a rival pirate captain was even more humiliating.

He couldn’t even blame it on heat pheromones. It wasn’t the omega’s scent, or the faint tug of instinct in Law’s alpha hindbrain.

It was the look on that doe-eyed face when Luffy’s pack showed him their affection. It was the puppyish wiggle in his body when Luffy was getting himself comfortable on someone’s lap or back. It was the childish giggling Luffy would start up unprovoked, which eventually faded into sleepy purring.

It was that Luffy was just so cute, damn it!!