#wip: the one where omegaverse fucks up red hood's life
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Jason WIP excerpt for @lyntergalactic.
Context: DickJay omegaverse set before Red Hood debuts, wherein Dick does not currently recognize this brickhouse of an omega-in-distress that he's just met and is trying not to take advantage of as his scrawny punk dead packmate.
"It's your bed. It should smell like you," Jason tries coaxingly, though of course it's a safehouse bed and Dick's in his suit so all it'd actually smell like would be vigilante-grade scent blockers and artificial pheromones. Maybe Dick won't care, though. Maybe he'll still . . .
"I am very, very flattered, but I'm not getting in that bed tonight," Dick says, staying faultlessly still where he's leaning against the doorway, like nothing about Jason is affecting him at all. Jason's never tried to get an alpha in his heat nest before. Never had a heat nest before, just the kind of play-nests and practice-nests a curious pup or a stupid kid would make. Maybe he's doing it wrong. Fucking something up.
Maybe Dick just doesn't want him, again.
That would make sense.
"Don't you like it, alpha?" Jason can't stop himself from asking in a much too raw voice, and hates himself for every single fucking word of it. "I could do–something different. Something else."
Dick sighs, very quietly, and knocks his head back against the doorframe.
"Believe me," he grits out lowly, almost choking on his alpha voice in a way that does genuinely embarrassing things to Jason's . . . everything, pretty much. "That is very much not the problem here, big guy."
Jason doesn't want Dick to call him that. He used to call him "little". He used to call him–
Jason tries not to remember Dick's alpha voice rumbling around the words "little wing", low and soft and effortlessly reassuring, but there's no way to forget.
He could never, ever forget.
Not for fucking anything.
He thinks he remembered that even before the pit.
He thinks he remembered that even when he was dead.
#dickjay#jason todd#dick grayson#red hood#nightwing#batfamily#lyntergalactic#rinfic#omegaverse#not sfw#wip: the one where omegaverse fucks up red hood's life
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Okay, to put some limitations on this, I’m only including the WIPs that I’ve done more than a synopsis for... that I can remember... that’s on Google Drive... that I actually think I might post one day... but haven’t posted yet because my posted WIPs are fairly easy to identify... okay... I got tagged by @unsteadyshade and I’m tagging @faunusrights and @alexlayer69
1) Across Time - Inuyasha AU where Weiss gets thrown back in time to the ancient past, where she meets two demons (Yang and Blake) warring against each other over a misunderstanding.
2) Alpha’s Devotion - Omega’s Strength, but from Winter’s POV.
3) Bears, Oh My - An exhausted Winter, lost on a hike, comes across a cabin where Yang lives with her three pet bears.
4) Brave New World - Continuation of the Dishonored AU where Ruby and Winter reflect on the new Mantle.
5) Bruised - Third installment to the ace!Yang AU.
6) Coming Home - Based on Dash’s Tiny Knight AU, Princess Blake is betrayed and stranded far from home and must rely on a reticent knight named Weiss to return to her kingdom.
7) Complications Always Arise - Papa Schnee is demanding Weiss marry before he’ll allow her to take his place as head of the SDC, so Yang volunteers to pretend to be Weiss’ beloved. No one else knows the relationship is fake, least of all Blake and Winter, and it’s just a bunch of pain.
8) Divided - Continuation of the By Moonlight AU where Whitley returns to the castle and Winter’s not upset by that- and Winter’s upset by the fact she’s not upset and has to figure out why her inner wolf is cool with this when she should, by all rights, be furious.
9) Dragonsbane - Mage Knight Winter hears tale of a dragon in the countryside that the local villages wish to see vanquished. Winter, however, has other plans.
10) Eye of the Beholder - Blinded and near death after a battle, Winter is rescued by the mysterious Yang and is nursed back to health despite her protests otherwise. (It’s a Medusa!AU.)
11) Fabled - Fable 3 AU where Princess Ruby and Princess Yang are forced to confront the fact that Queen Raven has lost her fucking mind, only to discover that fear drove the woman insane- a fear they must confront themselves.
12) Fields of Love - Farmer Yang offers a job and housing to apparent single mother Winter and her young daughter Penny. What starts as a kind gesture grows into something so much more.
13) Full Circle - Van Helsing (2004) AU, Winter and Weiss, amnesiacs employed by the church to handle all manner of unholy problems, are sent to discover what happened to King Taiyang. Along the way, they become wrapped up in a centuries spanning prophecy and a bloodline hanging in the balance.
14) High Bar, Low Blow - Yang owns a bar where the gimmick is that everyone’s an out of work actor and the staff is staging an ongoing drama on par with a soap opera to keep their customers coming back. Winter joins the staff and then things get a bit real.
15) Hoodlums and Hijinks - Robin Hood AU where Princess Winter and Princess Weiss are just as in favor for overthrowing the king as the group of bandits run by Ruby, Yang, and Blake.
16) Last One 2: Electric Boogaloo (title subject to change) - a sequel to Last One where the haunt continues.
17) Lexical Access - Sequel to Tip of the Tongue, where Yang gives her girlfriend a bit of roleplaying payback.
18) Little Red - Carmen Sandiego AU where Ruby was kidnapped adopted by a group of thieves and raised to become the world’s greatest thief, but a chance meeting with Penny via a stolen phone opens her eyes to the wider world, and she meets the rebellious heiress Weiss, street smart Blake, and brawler Yang, creating a team that works to foil Ruby’s former friends while eluding capture by mysterious operatives with a somewhat familiar white color scheme...
19) Long Term Investment - Yang, a fae who lives in the woods, makes a deal with Princess Winter to save the Queen. The price? Winter’s firstborn. Winter misunderstands how she’s expected to get pregnant and Yang’s never actually intended to collect. Next thing Yang knows, Winter’s moving into the clearing beside her tree home.
20) Miscalculation - Another Omegaverse AU where Weiss is an omega and Blake and Yang are alphas, except Weiss lied and said she was an alpha when enrolling in Beacon and now she’s locked in a room with Blake and Yang on the verge of starting her heat. Sharing is caring.
21) More Than Words Can Say - Winter, rendered mute by a military accident early in her career, is honestly the best girlfriend Yang’s ever had. However, tonight’s the night they’ve decided to get intimate, and that includes showing some scars that they don’t show often. It’s less about sex and more about trust and intimacy.
22) Music of the Night - Phantom of the Opera AU where the mysterious, disfigured shade of the opera house, Weiss, finds herself at odds with the rich, jovial Yang in a competition for Blake’s heart. Then there’s Adam being a dick, too, and the opera house has never seen so much drama.
23) My Heart Will Go On - It’s the Titanic, but double the rich, unwilling-to-marry ladies and triple the won-a-ticket-to-a-ship ruffians. Penny’s there too; she, like Ruby, just really likes ships.
24) One Fucking Favor - Winter’s due for a long assignment and wants to make a sex tape for stress relief purposes. Yang doesn’t ask questions; she’s just the one with the camera. But then, Winter’s partner for the vid doesn’t show up. What’s Yang going to do about it?
25) Prophecy - Star Wars AU where Ruby, Yang, and Blake are trained as Jedi, Winter and Weiss are part of the clone army, and Ruby’s the chosen one. That’s a lot of pressure to put on someone, but Senator Salem is there to lend a helping hand...
26) Propositioned - Faunus experience bouts of heat; sometimes, they can safely ignore it and go about their lives, but every now and again, they really can’t. Concerned for Blake’s health as she’s skipped too many heats to be healthy, Yang sets up a partner for Blake’s heat. Blake’s not a fan but she does like the idea of banging Weiss Schnee.
27) Proven - ARK: Survival Evolved AU where Winter, after being ‘won’ by Yang, is taken into the bowels of the earth to learn how the underground tribes who inhabit the area survive in such an unforgiving environment. As she acclimates to the tribe’s ways, she finds herself carving out her own path, culminating in facing off against the Queen and proving herself worthy.
28) Reaping What You Sow - When Winter escaped to the countryside with Penny to start a farm, she knew she had her work cut out for her. In need of help and facing a harsh cold season, she hires Yang, a one armed drifter, to help her. The two end up needing the other more than they could’ve imagined.
29) Tear My Heart Open - Blake thought she understood how the world worked. As a member of the White Fang Gang, all she needed to do was keep everyone motivated to continue their ongoing street war against the police and authorities bent on keeping them down. But while running from the cops, she’s offered sanctuary in the home of one Weiss Schnee and her girlfriend, Yang. From there, her perception of the world is completely upended.
30) The Duel - After her father offered her hand in marriage to the winner of a tournament, Winter opted to assume a disguise and fight for the prize herself. In the final match, she faces Yang Xiao Long, a competitor she’s come to know quite well, and she finds her conviction to win wavering slightly. Is it enough to lose her the fight?
31) The Lies We Tell Ourselves - Weiss has made it; she’s opened her tattoo shop in Vale, well away from her father, and aside from a bad first impression with the florists across the parking lot, everything’s looking up for her- until her father finds her. Luckily, Blake’s been through some shit and doesn’t mind helping Weiss drive daddy dearest up the wall, even if it means letting her own parents think she’s dating Weiss. It’s not like either of them is going to catch feelings... unless...
32) The Princess’ Bride - After losing her fiancée to the dreaded White Fang Pirates, Yang vows to take to the sea herself and exact her revenge. Princess Weiss finds herself falling madly in love with Yang, who still loves Blake, and all this is thrown into even more chaos when Yang gets kidnapped and Blake comes back from the dead!
33) Two for One - Yes, another Omegaverse AU. Five years after the fall of Beacon, Yang and Blake cross paths, each believing the other has spent the time keeping their mutual mate, Weiss, safe. When they realize Weiss is with neither of them, old wounds are torn open, but before they can resolve their dispute, Winter captures the both of them and hauls them to a remote part of Atlas where an SDC facility has been turned into a fortress. There, they find a mortally wounded Weiss clinging to life and raising twins daughters; she gives her mates until her death to endear themselves to their children, else the twins might opt to stay with Winter and be kept from Blake and Yang for good. Between learning about their kids, Blake and Yang navigate their complicated feelings and try to reconnect with Weiss, all while a sinister force gathers to destroy the fortress and steal the prize within.
34) Weaknesses - Loosely set in the Glamour AU, Yang is being forced to assume her mother’s position as leader of their vampire coven. Her fellow vamps disapprove of Yang’s werewolf girlfriend. Winter, of course, doesn’t care.
I got lazy and cut a bunch out. No, fuck you, I don’t have too many AUs, I will add more if I want. Also, some of these, the first chapter is posted on my Patreon. Don’t ask me which ones; I genuinely have no idea. I’m bad at this, y’all.
#Me jokingly: I'll number them so I can prove I don't have too many!#Present me is pissed at past me#I just know someone's gonna come at me for this but whatever#I can't control the words they just come as they please
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So anyway I edited my fic masterlist to procrastinate. This is only the Eddsworld portion, divided up by ship. The very end has my multi-ship collections, so if you want ficlets of X ship, check those. Includes nsfw links. I’ll keep this post updated!
Gen
melty future - it’s hard out here for a lost time traveler and a bunch of mutant freaks | rated T | 1.5k | Tags - 3-sentence fic collection, found family
tasteless - tom takes a demon to Denny’s | rated T | 2.3k | tags - fantasy / CB AU, underage drinking, brief eye horror, arson
thank god I’m pretty (in bits and pieces) - when Matt is fourteen, his aunt tells him the world is going to end. | “finished”, 6k | Tags - misgendering, gender fantasy AU, minor character death
we buffer, we suffer - edd and Tord try and write a reader-insert fanfic about their favorite OC, Clownius Thundercock | rated M | 1.2k | tags - cock slapping, tentacles, rescue, breast fucking, bukkake, characters writing fanfiction
sunshine sparkle - matt wonders what it would be like, living someplace other than a gremlins’ den | rated T | .6k | tags - background polyworld, matt gets irl cyberbullied
went for the kiss and got the bite - tord and Matt spend the last hours of Christmas together, and maybe set a guy on fire in the process. | rated T | 1.2k | tags - implied drug use, zombie AU
TomTord
bezoar -“Fine, whatever, but if he pukes on me I’m putting all your heads on pikes.” Instead of his giant robot, Tord gets the flu, and Tom tries to get even | rated T | 1.2k | Tags - sick fic, canon divergent, post The End, vomiting | FFN mirror | Wattpad mirror
Dumb / I stole my dad’s fic and made it tomtord because I like giving him a stroke - fuck you, dad you suck | rated M | .3k
Only God Forgives - what a lovely, useful idiot | rated E | 1.2k | Tags – A/B/O, Cervix Penetration, Vaginal Sex, Hurt/Comfort, Angst
orange | rated M | .5k | tags – gentle sex, fluff, cockwarming
EddTord
and everything you say gives me a real bad feeling – five times Edd lost Tord and the one time he found him again. (tonight, I am pleased to announce a comedy in six parts) | wip, 7.5k | Tags – canon divergence, high school AU, zombeh AU, creatures and monsters AU, green leader AU, post-canon, alternate timelines, pining, one-sided relationship, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending | FFN mirror
crush - “i’m gonna get Matt to burn that,” Edd says...Tord runs his fingers gently over Garfield’s face, the white thought bubble asking, Why me?, before he simply says, “You wouldn’t. You think my pain is too funny.” | rated E | 1.7k | tags - omegaverse, cannibalism, vaginal sex, weird biology, metafic, mild gore
peter pan syndrome- edd asks, what do you want to be when you grow up? it sounds better than so where the fuck have you been? and I dreamt an even uglier version of you made me eat lead. | rated T | 1.3k | tags - minimalism, drugs mention, sexual humor, morning after, reminiscing | FFN mirror, Wattpad mirror
nobody - he didn’t buy that old cloning machine for nothing | rated E | 1.5k | tags - exhibitionism, referenced TomMatt, oral sex, fingering, over-stimulation
show me your blood - "see, we have all worked very hard to put value down on paper, and I am not going to dishonor our efforts by never stealing from another man.I said yes to the world and I have never been told no since.” | rated T | 7.3k | tags - established relationship, time travel, green leader au, hurt no comfort
The Pinnacle of Romance – “I just wanted to have a romantic evening” | rated M | Tags – gun kink/play, power play, roughhousing, reunions, porn with feelings | FFN mirror
werewolf heart - this is the part Green Leader finds easy | rated G | .6k | tags - implied brainwashing, noncon kissing
MattTord
interlude to a guiltless exile - matt looks into those haunting eyes – silver pools without white, only large cuts of black. Shark’s eyes. Looking for too long makes Matt feel like when he’s dreaming and the tide’s pulling the earth out from under his feet. “How long can you survive out of water?” | rated T | 1.5k | tags - mermaid AU, fluff and hurt/comfort
TomMatt
mortals sipping nectar at five cents a glass - tom needs help relaxing, and Matt is happy to indulge him... | rated M | 1.1k | tags - experimental style, implied alcoholism, massages, fluff, angst with a happy ending, non-graphic smut, background polyworld | Wattpad mirror
EddTomTord
survivors - “the premise is that this doctor gets stranded on an island and eventually has to start cutting off his own legs and stuff for food” | rated T | .5k | Tags – sexual humor, zombeh AU, references to drugs, references to cannibalism, pov second person
EddMattTomTord
always said I'd be famous (guess that I lied) - sssh, it's okay baby, he soothes, petting Tom's hair; I have a dick big enough for all of us. Matt snorts, hides his grin behind his hand. Tord inspects his nails. Before Tom can chip in (holding onto him tight enough so he can't move his arm back for a good gut punch), Edd snaps at Matt, Just read the damn story. | rated T | 1.1k | tags - pillow and blanket forts, reading aloud, mild sexual content, fluff without plot
birthday cake - "you ungrateful —" Matt goes in for the side of Edd's stomach, the kill zone. "It's my birthday and I'm not only giving you head but a piece of modern. art.—" a few quick cuts of his hand to frame his face "—to commemorate the occasion." | rated M | .9k | tags - oral sex, foursome - m/m/m/m, shyness, hand jobs
[insert neutral milk hotel quote] - matt gets fucked ; a direct sequel to ‘stupid fucking bullshit’ | rated E | 2.8k | tags - gangbang, oral sex, metafiction, monster tom, bottom matt, dirty talk, subdrop, over-stimulation, trans male character
Paultryck
but I am home - maybe in this story the wolf doesn’t have to die | rated M | wip, 2k | Tags - subdrop, aftercare, nightmares, hurt/comfort, implied pet play, self harm mention, rape mention, red riding hood AU, bookstore AU
damnatio memoriae - shakespeare was wrong; most of us are not players. | rated T | 1.2k | tags - one-sided attraction, army life, public execution, first person pov
daze - "and then they fucked." - William Shakespeare | rated E | .3k | tags - vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, porn without plot, triple drabble
our love gorges - while Red Leader and his unlucky human friend negotiate over dinner, Paul and Patryck are left to their own devices | Paultryck, background PaulTordtryck | finished, 10.4k | Tags – fantasy AU, bdsm, scratching, comfort sex, dom/sub, aftercare, mild blood, burnplay, blow jobs, outdoor sex, unhealthy coping mechanisms, suicidal thoughts, body horror, control issues, praise kink, consensual but not safe or sane, dead dove: do not eat
soft boy hours - let’s be young for a while | rated M | 1.6k | Tags - massage, frottage, fluff and smut, foreplay, post-canon | FFN mirror
PaulTord
the ren and stimpy show - on today’s episode: Tord has very strange fantasies | rated T | 1k | Tags - domestic fluff, post-canon, sexual humor, minimalism | FFN mirror
lain with holy wars - do you want kids? | rated T | .6k | tags - post-canon, implied child abuse / domestic violence, fluff, light angst
Paul/Everyone
some fuckin stupid bullshit just read the tags and get off my balls - I reach into hat labeled “story ideas.” It says, “Everyone gangbangs Paul.” Again? Hat falls and spills. They all say, “Everyone gangbangs Paul.” | PaulEdd, Paultryck, PaulTord, TordPauPat, PaulTom, PaulMatt, MattTom | rated E | 2.5k | Tags - gangbang, ruined orgasm, anal sex, blow jobs, handjobs, creampie, bondage, dom/sub undertones
Tordtryck
A.T. Field - “show me where you wanna be touched.” It’s disgusting | Tordtryck, background Paultryck | rated E | 1.3k | Tags - vaginal fingering, angst, implied character death, implied traitor AU, unhealthy relationships, consensual but not safe or sane
TordPauPat
a real crowd pleaser - there are a lot of advantages to fucking your boss. | rated E | 1.3k | Tags - threesome- M/M/M, blow jobs, dom/sub, bondage, orgasm denial
presented without context - who’s going to tell their fuckbuddy they probably caused their parents’ divorce as they’re getting blown? Never mind, Tord would. | rated E | 1.5k | Tags - threesome, praise kink, spitroasting, dom/sub
violence – you’ve made this place unbecoming. Do I have to stay? | rated G | .6k | Tags – sharing a bed, cuddling and snuggling, hurt/comfort, minimalism fluff | FFN mirror
Multi-Ship
clowns, all of you clowns - You fall asleep with his arm clutched to your chest. Various eddsworld ficlets/scraps from the last year | EddTord, TomTord, EddTom, Paultryck, TordPaultryck, Tordtryck | wip, 9.3k | Tags - high school AU, zombies AU, fantasy AU, hurt/comfort, humor, fluff. First chapter is the table of contents. | FFN mirror for chapter 18 [TomTord], FFN mirror for chapter 24 [EddTord], FFN mirror of chapter 20 [Gen, Rejects]
warped tour - dreamwidth doesn’t have any Eddsworld presence so I’ve declared the 3-Sentence Fic-A-Thon free real estate. First prompt: Tordtryck, there was a hidden message in their miserable Christmas presents | Tordtryck, MattTom, Edd & Matt & Tom & Tord, Tomatoredd & Scribble Tom | finished, 1k | Tags - 3 Sentence Fiction, college AU, bookstore AU, sexual humor, angst and humor, post-apocalypse, zombies | FFN mirror of Rejects parts
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Hartwin fic recs (1/?)
[Long post]
I went through the fics saved on my Kindle aka I read them at least thrice (not the recently bookmarked ones on ao3 or on my laptop) and here are what I found. The order is mainly sorted by authors’ names and texts in italics are my comments. I try not to spoil them for you guys and only include tags the authors use.
⭐ Underneath - Ataraxetta. E, 37k.
Of course, a refusal to apologise and a handjob on the floor of a fitting room does not reparations make.
Eggsy left the shop that night with a new chip on the shoulder of his new suit. Harry left the shop that night with the knowledge of what Eggsy looked like flushed and trembling with pleasure under his hands and the certainty that this single torturous taste of what he wanted most was worth living with the possibility that he would not get another.
⭐ A Marriage of Inconvenience - autoschediastic. E, 11k. Fake marriage.
“Caution in the field isn’t confined to simply an awareness of your surroundings,” Harry says, his tone stern but his breath soft and warm against the back of Eggsy’s hand. His gaze lifts, his eyes hooded as he peers at Eggsy over the rims of his glasses. “You’ve told a lie, Eggsy, and now that lie must be truth.”
(Or, that time Eggsy scored them a better table by saying it was his and Harry’s anniversary and quickly grew to regret it.)
⭐ the train is a metaphor - autoschediastic, Ponderosa . E, 6k.
“What sort of aggression is it then?” Eggsy asks, cutting right to the heart of the matter.
Harry knows even before he hears the response. Knows because even as Merlin is saying, “It appears to affect sexual responses. Activating latent desire and cranking up the subject’s sex drive whilst simultaneously increasing pheromone production,” Harry is thinking primarily of the distance between himself and Eggsy and how very few steps it would take to be within range to push the boy to the floor and pin him there.
⭐ How (not) to get a dad’s blessing - BrightsideIsMyMiddleName. NR, 36k, WIP.
“You know, you almost fooled me yesterday with the whole I want to watch the legacies speech,” Merlin says and Harry groans, because he knows things just went tits up. “Well, I suppose you were half telling the truth. You wanted to watch one certainlegacy, but it was more about his mouth, eyelashes and that thing on his eyebrow you can’t seem to stop staring at.”
Harry head snaps up at that. “Oh, shite.”
“Oh, yes,” the agent keeps going, completely enjoying this. “You forgot to turn off your feed. I saw the flirting. And Lee’s reaction. Good luck with that.”
⭐ Conditions of Release - Calico. E, 5k.
Eggsy pulled furtively at the ropes binding his arms and legs to the metal tracks, as if he’d forgotten the last five minutes already. God, though. Before he’d felt trapped, terrified; now it was more like he was… at Harry’s mercy.
⭐ What Men Want - calico. E, 12k. Lots of UST.
Eggsy goes data-mining.
I died multiple times reading this.
⭐ Inopportune Moments series - calico, habernero. The whole series is a blessing and I’ll forever treasure the endless amount of UST in it.
⭐ Every Club’s Got a Secret Handshake - ChuckleVoodoos. NR, 4k.
A Kingsman needs steady hands, he tells Eggsy. I’ll resign quietly, he tells Merlin. Eggsy will make an admirable Galahad, he tells them both.
Or: In which Harry has a few minor issues following his head injury that no one but him considers issues.
Status after reading: Dehydrated from crying.
⭐ Ätherwellen - coloursflyaway. M, 2k.
There are three-hundred and twenty-six members in Kingsman’s tech departments all over the world, and obviously they have lots of stories to share about their agents and what they do to drive them crazy.
The best way to do so is a super-secret WhatsApp group, and if it gets a challenge for all of them to finally get Harry and Eggsy together, it might just be Merlin’s fault.
⭐ Through Time - coloursflyaway. E, 162k.
A chronic of Harry’s and Eggsy’s love, following them from their first meeting to the last time they set eyes on each other, through shots in the head and falling in love and finally getting their shit together.
⭐ Dream In Red - Corvin. T, 11k. Soulmates AU.
Eggsy wasn’t raised to take the soulmate marks too seriously. He could fall in love without them.
⭐ Street Sweepers, Night Watchmen, Flame Keepers - Deepdarkwaters. E, 36k.
Harry survived V-Day - because of course he did - but not all the Kingsman agents were so lucky. With the world still going to shit and the worst staff shortage since the organisation began, Merlin calls a group of retired agents back to their posts to help out while he trains the new recruits.
Featuring snowball fights, banter, innuendo, handsome old men, lady scientists, secrets in walking sticks, Harry’s appalling crush, thumbnails of bigger pictures, a pastede on plot crammed in around all the flirting which is really just an excuse for me to write a silly sword fight, and an old bet from 1986 that’s still not been decided.
⭐ in this safe place here - Della19. E, 5k. Omegaverse.
“I am entirely capable,” Harry proclaims cuttingly to Merlin, puffed up like a prissy cat. And Merlin throws his arms skyward like he’s just begging for lightning to strike ‘im where he stands and asks, with scathing exasperation, “Of what, waddling up to someone and ruthlessly bumping into them?”
And Eggsy one hundred percent doesn’t snicker, and he’s got the bloody inner cheek to prove it, ‘cause Eggsy’s a fuckin’ gentleman.
Instead Eggsy takes in the sight of ‘is pregnant mate, huge as a fuckin’ planet and still the most bloody gorgeous man he’s ever seen. And then takes in ‘is face, and he wonders how much ice cream he’s gonna need to buy to get them all through the four weeks of bed rest Merlin just ordered.
And then Harry’s upper lip looks like it might fuckin’ quiver, and Eggsy contemplates just buyin’ stock in Ben and Jerry’s.
⭐ i blinked (and there you were) - Della19. M, 19k. Time travel AU.
The Weeping Angels, Eggsy reads on the stolen Torchwood intel. Aliens that pose as statues, and kill their victims by sending them back in time and feeding off their years not lived in the present. The politest psychopaths in the universe, a note reads, scrawled in what looks like a doctor’s chicken scratch on the edge of the page by someone who clearly had a perverse sense of humour. A one way trip, the report concludes; you get transported by the angels, and it’s the slow road back to the present for you.
Eggsy lays his head back on the wall, takes stock of his situation. He’s lost 30 years - three years more than his entire lifespan up ’til now - in the blink of an eye, and now he’s stuck here, in 1988. Three years before he’s even born. Arthur, the prick, is sure to be heading up the Kingsmen, and Merlin, if he’s even there would be…20, maybe. Fuck, so fucking young.
Shite, even Harry’d only be…
Alive, Eggsy thinks, and finds himself sitting down hard from where his knees can’t hold him. This is 1988, and Harry’s 23, and alive.
Suddenly, being stuck in 1988 doesn’t seem so bad.
⭐ your world tomorrow - DivineProjectZero. E, 9k.
This is turning into one hell of a fairytale.
(or, the one in which Eggsy never dreamed of the Cinderella life and ends up living it anyway.)
⭐ all the tables turn - DivineProjectZero. E, 23k.
Harry Hart has terrible taste in men.
So it comes as a bit of a surprise when Eggsy smiles at him and the predator inside Harry cocks its head in consideration.
⭐ the things we steal (it was only a kiss) - DivineProjectZero, 5k. HP AU.
Eggsy whips around to find Harry Hart standing right behind him, holding a martini glass and just as gorgeous as Eggsy last saw him, three years and two months ago.
Thankfully, Eggsy is too busy staring in shock to actually say anything in response, because Harry then says, “Excuse my poor manners. Harry Hart. And you are?” And then extends his hand, which is how Eggsy remembers that he’s not supposed to be Eggsy Unwin right now; he’s actually undercover.
⭐ How not to attack Harry Hart - enjoy_acne. M, 31k.
Everybody wants to hurt Harry Hart. Harry’s really not sure what he’s done to garner such attention.
Where attacking even an amnesiac Harry proves near impossible. This is a romantic comedy with a dose of violence.
⭐ another head aches, another heart breaks - jonphaedrus. E, 44k.
It is a truth universally acknowledged that every good story has its Lazarus.
(or; the one where harry hart dies, and then lives again)
⭐ take me to church - jonphaedrus. M, 2k.
He sees Westminster Abbey. Instead of a burst of civic and national pride, it feels like someone has just punched him in the chest. Harry stumbles, nearly falls over, and he can suddenly see bright Southern sunlight, he can smell the scent of blood all over him, his shoulder aches where someone’s just stabbed him, there are bullet bruises all over his back. There’s someone screaming in the distance and he can see flat, brown eyes facing him down the barrel of a silenced gun.
He winds up crouched, retching on the floor of a public loo, head between his knees, breathing high and fast through his teeth while Merlin’s voice, quiet and calm and grounding in his ear tells him just stay there, Arthur, someone’s coming, and someone comes.
⭐ A Different Place and Time - Ferrero13. T, 23k. Time travel, soulmates AU.
Eggsy’s words are ‘What’s your name, young man?’, but Harry’s isn’t ‘Eggsy.’ So he keeps quiet, keeps it to himself, but when he finds himself face to face with a younger Harry Hart, Eggsy can’t help falling in love all over again.
Sometimes, the first words you say to your soulmate aren’t the first they hear from you.
⭐ On Hand - fideliant. E, 24k.
Or, Five Things A Gentleman Should Never Do Without
“In my defence,” Eggsy says, “It could have happened to anyone.”
⭐ Your Highness - Galahard. E, 40k. Modern Royal AU.
“The international community is in chaos this morning in the wake of the deaths of many world leaders. The death of the president of the United States has been confirmed, along with the majority of his cabinet. Great Britain can count itself lucky that the Queen has been found and finally returned to her throne, but her heirs are another story. It appears that both princes and their own heirs are among the casualties of what is being referred to as the Valentine’s Day Massacre. Sources close to–”
It just so happens that there is another direct heir to the British throne out there, but he’s probably going to need a bit of polish.
⭐ We musn’t touch what isn’t ours - inusagi. E, 11k.
Harry Hart is a sociopath, yes, but he’s a sociopath who loves Eggsy.
or
5 times Harry showed his true colours and 1 time Eggsy really sees it.
⭐ Irish Car Bombs - kimposibl. M, 5k.
“It’s from the gentleman over there,” replies the waitress, pointing over her shoulder.
“Err….” Now, Eggsy knows he’s pissed. He learned his limits and exceeded them back in Cambridge, so being drunk off his arse is nothing new. He also knows that he can finish his pint and maybe get away with one more drink before he’s making a raucous or somehow getting involved in a fight, but he certainly can’t handle six more cocktails of Irish alcohol.
“Invite him over,” he tells her with an easy smile.
–
Or, the drunken one night stand Eggsy thought he’d never see again until he does and they have sex again.
⭐ Gentle - KingKiller. T, 4k.
Harry lives. He’s alive and he knows it.
But sometimes at night after waking up from dreams (nightmares) where Valentine wasn’t afraid of blood and Gazelle wasn’t so enamored with the lisping psychopath Harry wakes in the dark all too sure he’s dead.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
⭐ Hold me tight - KingKiller. NR, 14k.
The dynamics between he and Eggsy had changed. And Harry doesn’t even know how to describe “how” it had.
Continuation of “Gentle”.
⭐ the parting glass - kirkaut. E, 48k.
The words shrivel and die between them.
Harry’s chest hitches on an indrawn breath. The contours of his face are cast dramatically in the fiery hues of the street at night, highlighting the wrinkle in his forehead and the soft slope of his chin and the silvery pink of his scar.
He’s beautiful, and Eggsy loves him.
“I miss you.” The confession falls. It lands heavily onto the pavement, cracking into the asphalt. “You’re alive, you’re right in fucking front of me, and I still miss you.”
⭐ Whenever you look up there I shall be. - LadyEmrys. E, 114k.
Watching the light spread in those heavy-lidded eyes, seeing the small twitch at the corner of his mouth - the only other physical sign he had strength enough to give - was more than enough to know for sure.
Eggsy was fucked.
Or: In a world rapidly descending into anarchy in the wake of V-Day, Kingsman - under the guidance of it’s new Arthur - must decide whether or not to abandon its hitherto undercover nature and save the the world from itself.
⭐ Ace of Spades - manic_intent. E, 44k.
“This is your next target,” Merlin said into Harry’s earpiece, as Harry leaned forward to look at his laptop screen.
It blacked out, for a moment, then a clip out of some interview began to play. The video was in black and white, crisply and tightly shot, its subject a young man shown seated from the waist up, against a pale gray background, grinning at the camera. He was probably in his mid twenties, dressed down in a black leather jacket over a pale t-shirt, loose over denim jeans, his hair long enough to feather slightly over his forehead, a hint of stubble over his chin. He was also, quite possibly, the most beautiful young man Harry had ever seen, and disturbingly… familiar, somehow.
As the young man laughed noiselessly at the camera, elegant serif type faded over the lower third of the screen: Gary Unwin, by Vanity Fair. Harry blinked, and studied the young man’s pretty face more closely, the crinkling around his eyes, the joyous curl to his mouth, the way he sat, relaxed yet alert, like a hunting hound, waiting to come to heel.
⭐ Kingmaker - manic_intent. E, 49k.
“Eggsy, I really don’t think-“ Merlin began, and stopped, because at that very moment, Eggsy walked right into a lamp post.
Across the street, at a sidewalk corner cafe, reading a paper, sandwich part-eaten on a plate, sleek, long legs crossed neatly under the table, was Harry Hart.
⭐ Strange Sights, Strange Wonders - manic_intent. E, 51k. Stardust AU.
In the glade where the star had fallen, the gloom of the gnarled old woods was deeper than night, save around the blackberry bush that had broken his fall: the grass and the battered leaves were now luminous, moon-touched. There was a long pause, broken by the sounds of twittering insects and the forest folk, then, there was a loudly groaned, “Fuck!”
The star rubbed a hand over his eyes, then flinched and held his hand up, spreading unfamiliar fingers up against the night sky. He turned his hand this way and that, curling and uncurling fingers, then he let out a softer, yet just as vehement “fuck!” and sat up, wincing.
⭐ Calm Like You - MartinShostakovich. E, 10k. Teacher/student AU.
Eggsy develops a heavy crush on his new Classical Literature Professor Harry Hart, and strives to reach the top of the class in order to impress him. Little did Eggsy know, Mr. Hart is fairly easy to impress.
⭐ As Fate Would Have it - midnightsurge. M, 45k. MI6!Eggsy AU.
The young man smiled brightly again, turning to face him slightly as they walked outside. “M’name’s Eggsy. Eggsy Unwin.”
Harry suddenly stopped in his tracks. He knew that name.
Eggsy turned to face him expectantly once he’d realised the other was no longer walking next to him.
“I think you knew me dad, righ’?”
⭐ the centre cannot hold - missbecky. E, 34k.
It’s a rainy Monday when Eggsy Unwin is killed in the line of duty. And it’s a rainy Tuesday when Harry Hart starts to feel that there is something very wrong with the world now. As one tragic event after another unfolds, he becomes convinced that Eggsy was never meant to die. Somehow he has to put things right again and find a way to get Eggsy back. No matter what the cost.
⭐ once upon a different lifetime - missbecky. M, 58k.
The night before the final test, Harry makes Eggsy a promise: once he is a Kingsman, they will talk about their future together. Then V-Day happens, and although Harry recovers, he doesn’t remember that last day he spent with Eggsy. Now Eggsy has to carry on like his heart isn’t breaking every time he looks at Harry and he thinks about what they might have had. He manages to do a good job of it, though, keeping things between them strictly professional.
So then, of course, Harry remembers.
⭐ One Night - Nickygp. E, 53k. Judge!Harry, rentboy!Eggsy.
Harry Hart, a Lord Justice, has his life turned upside down when he meets a young rentboy, named Eggsy, who charms his way into Harry’s heart. But can he act upon those feelings, or are their cirmustances too different to breach the gap?
⭐ Bluffing With An Empty Hand - nightwalker. E, 2k. Short and sweet.
The first time Harry Hart threatens to end Eggsy’s step-father, it’s a bluff.
The second time is going to be a promise.
⭐ No Charm Equal- potentiality_26. E, 29k. Cupid AU. The one that got me hooked on this author.
To say that Harry was too surprised to react at first would have been a grave understatement. He wasn’t literally invisible, because he did sometimes need to interact with mortals to do his job, he was just unnoticeable. People- the particular charge he had been assigned to most of all- were meant to see him and yet never actually process his presence. Unless he showed up in their houses- which a gentleman would never do, of course- they would ignore him and just get on with their lives. And yet here Eggsy was, closer than anyone had been to Harry since- well, since he was mortal, and that was long enough ago that Harry could hardly remember it- snarling, “Why are you following me?”
⭐ Getting It Right - potentiality_26. E, 8k. 5+1.
“Kiss me,” he murmured when he reached Harry, because while it wasn’t exactly vital to the mission that Eggsy convince this woman that they were in love, it would certainly make him feel better. Harry pressed his mouth to Eggsy’s as he passed him a glass of champagne, and ‘feeling better’ went out the window. The kiss was quick, sweet, marital. Eggsy didn’t know how Harry made it feel so practiced, but he did.
“I have an admirer,” Eggsy informed him, almost breathless with how much he wanted Harry to kiss him like that every day, how much he wanted Harry to have a reason to.
Five times Eggsy gets Harry to kiss him for the wrong reasons (and one time he gets it right).
⭐ Enough to Live On - potentiality_26. E, 19k.
Harry stated the obvious, something he should have seen that morning but hadn’t: “You shopped.”
“I been here quite a bit,” Eggsy explained, shrugging one shoulder. “And anyway it seemed… better. Food in the fridge, nothing gathering dust. Made it more like you’d be back any day now.” Eggsy swiped his knife over the bread with a little more aggression than was strictly necessary, but his voice was very even. “You said you’d come back and sort things. But you didn’t.”
Harry comes back a week after V-Day. He isn’t strictly alive, but that means less than he would have expected it to.
⭐ An Ocular Condition - ProdigalQueer. G, 3k.
Harry sees his adjustment as easy, but that’s only because he’s not really looking.
⭐ Only As Directed - rageprufrock. E, 12k.
“Arthur is a bad man,” Roxy had said.
“Fucking tell me about it,” Eggsy had muttered, and gone to put on the tarty trousers Harry had picked out for him like a fucking high-end pimp.
⭐ A Taste of Mallorca - Regency. M, 18k. Chef AU.
Harry is a celebrated food critic. Eggsy is a Youtube-famous food blogger. They meet at the grand opening of Mediterranean restaurant Mallorca when they’re forced to share a table. It’s a meal, and a night, neither will soon forget.
⭐ my saints fallen series - neroh. From T to E. I love this so much.
⭐ The Mate in Roommate - ronahn. E, 5k. Uni AU.
Out of all of the blokes occupying their flat, Harry was the one Eggsy saw the most, and yet they had only ever shared passing greetings. It was a growing source of disappointment for Eggsy; he was strangely drawn to Harry and his gorgeous brown hair and eyes.
⭐ The Spy who Loved Me (Or so they say) - ToriCeratops. E, 54k. Fake relationship AU, Pining.
In the wake of V-day the world’s economy hangs in a delicate balance, liable to crumble without warning. One man has the knowledge and the power necessary to send it tumbling down, so that only he remains on top.
The Kingsman have been tasked with stopping him before he can carry out his plan. In order to do so, Harry and Eggsy must act as lovers at an elite couple’s getaway to earn this man’s trust. Will they be able to carry out their mission as planned? Or will old wounds and buried emotions cause a havoc greater than anything they could have expected?
⭐ Kiss Me Now (before I can run) - persephoneggsy. M, 37k. Soulmates AU.
It wasn’t unusual, Eggsy told himself. There were plenty of people- just a little under half of the world’s population, really- that weren’t with their soulmates. Some of them just hadn’t met yet; others had died beforehand; and then there were the people in Eggsy’s situation. Sometimes people genuinely didn’t want their soulmates. Either they were in love with someone else, or they just didn’t like what they got stuck with, and Eggsy imagined the latter was very much the case with him and Harry. He couldn’t even begin to imagine what it must have felt like for him, the world’s prime example of a posh bloke, to have his soulmate be some beaten-up kid. He would have rejected him too.
Or: soulmate AU where you know your soulmate from the moment you touch them, and when you do, their name gets written over your heart like a brand. But that’s not always a guarantee.
⭐ Tailor Shop - rougewinter. E, 13k. Like a Disney movie except really gay and for grown-ups.
“There’s no need for that now.” The older man said, both hands raised in a placating gesture that only had Eggsy narrowing his eyes in wariness.
“Who the hell are you, anyway?” Eggsy demanded, making sure to keep the poker up.
“My name is Harry Hart. And I’m the man, well, the mannequin that you just assembled.”
Or
The one where Harry is cursed to be a magical mannequin and can only be saved by the power of love.
⭐ that which lingers - bruises for tomorrow. M, 22k.
Here is something that Gary “Eggsy” Unwin (aged 24 and ¾) never knew to expect from ghosts:
- Sometimes their absence hurts worse than their presence.
⭐ Married to the Job - trilliath. E, 18k. Mutual pining, misunderstanding.
"Hm?“ Merlin asks, distracted when he looks up and squints at Eggsy’s face, then catches up and resumes working. “Oh. No. Zania Bonatti, Italian artist and activist. Also Harry’s wife.”
“You wot?” Eggsy blurts, eyes snapping back to him, then over to Roxy like he might’ve mis-heard.
But he hasn’t because Roxy’s face wrinkles minutely in sympathy that has Eggsy’s ears burning and he snaps his eyes away again in humiliation.
“Yes, Harry’s married. Did he never mention that to you?” Merlin pauses long enough to frown briefly, then he shrugs. “Well, on to more important matters…”
⭐ you make motion when you cry - unhappy_turtle. E, 4k. Pining.
“Wanna go on an ate with me?” Eggsy slurs, “I’ll give you the D later.”
“You are very inebriated, aren’t you?”
Eggsy nods, his head feeling too heavy.
⭐ These Hands (Had to Let It Go Free) - Vacilando. G, 12k.
He does not only recognize this man, he knows him. Harry knows the way he laughs and the way he would smile cheekily at Harry. He knows the way this man say his name, all rough cockney accent and confidence. Harry knows him better than Harry knows himself but none of that matter because Harry does not remember his name.
Nor is he sure if this man is real.
⭐ Breathless (A Tale of Eggsy Unwin) - xxjinchuurikixx. E, 101k. Pining.
“Harry–"Eggsy breaks off, because, god, Harry’s here! He’s alive, breathing, beautiful, and he’s got Eggsy crushed in his arms and Eggsy can feel his mouth tingling from the roughness of his kiss.
Then Harry pulls back; more-so he shoves Eggsy away. He keeps him pinned to the wall, at arms length, and Eggsy is pleased to see Harry is panting, stray chocolate hairs fallen out of place. The action, however, makes his blood feel cold, and he stares up at Harry in confusion, expecting something more. But Harry makes no move to close the space between them again.
When Harry speaks, finally, it’s low and deadly and it fucking hurts.
“Forget that ever happened.”
⭐ Virtue Over Avarice- Yessydo. M, 13k. Tailor AU.
Eggsy crashes his stepfather’s car into the front window of a quaint but reputable tailor’s shop on Savile Row and, thanks to the charitable spirit of its mysterious owner, ends up working there to pay the damages.
⭐ Lots of Lost Time - Yessydo. E, 1k.
A year after his “death”, Harry is reunited with Eggsy, who has some strong feelings on the matter.
⭐ Lavagulin and Guinness - Snarfle. E, 163k. I waited eagerly for every update of this.
Plenty of people had looked down on Eggsy throughout his life. He had gotten fairly used to it. Didn’t mean it was fair, but he knew how these things worked. What really sucked was that the new Arthur was worse than the old one.
“Eggsy grimaced. He didn’t know how to explain to Harry – who seemed like he hadn’t been discriminated against a day in his life – that the new Arthur kept giving him what amounted to suicide missions, and that he was currently bleeding out in a warehouse because of the deliberately bad intel she had given him.”
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the one where omegaverse fucks up Red Hood’s life sounds like "Calm Me Down" by Mother Mother in my brain
"You asked me what I wanted," Jason says abruptly, because his skin is burning and his gut is cramping and he's all alone in this nest and Dick is at least a piece of everything that he ever, ever wanted and fucking owes him, the fucking bastard–"You said you'd help me. Right?"
"I want to," Dick says.
"Then help me," Jason says roughly, digging his fingers into the rucked-up, fucked-up sheets he couldn't even figure out how to turn into a decent nest. "Give me what I want. Fix it."
". . . 'fix' it," Dick repeats carefully, not quite looking at him anymore. "What's that mean, big guy?"
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Your dickjay makes me insaaane 💖 may we get more dome time when you're free
"I don't have anyone," Jason chokes. "No pack, no mate, no pup–not a single damn person. You can't fix that for me."
And if Dick recognized him, he wouldn't even want to.
"I . . . it's hard, but losing your pack doesn't mean you can't ever find a new one," Dick tells him quietly. "Doesn't mean there aren't people out there who'd want you."
"There aren't," Jason says, because he knows damn well there aren't. But more importantly . . . "And even if there were, I wouldn't want them."
He wants Bruce. He wants Alfred. He wants Dick.
He could never replace them.
He could never look at someone else and consider them what any of them were to him.
Not like they did.
#dickjay#jason todd#dick grayson#red hood#nightwing#rinfic#omegaverse#not sfw#anonymous#wip: the one where omegaverse fucks up red hood's life
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I know those eyes/this man is dead by Thomas Borchert & Brandi Burkhardt for the omegaverse screws up red hoods life
"Get me bred," Jason says, his fists clenched tight enough to hurt against how much he doesn't want to hear that name. "You can do that. Give me a–give me what I want."
He'd take it, if it was Dick giving it to him. He'd give up on revenge, on the Joker, on getting what he wants out of Bruce, on proving just how much there should never, ever have been another Robin–he'd give up on every single fucking part of it. He would.
If Dick would just get in this mediocre mess of a nest and pretend he'd ever once given a damn about him for long enough to give him a pup, give him the vaguest semblance of some kind of a pack again, give him just that one little piece of himself, then . . . then . . .
Then it wouldn't be enough. It wouldn't be okay. It wouldn't even be better.
But Jason would take it, every time.
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"I can’t do that," Dick says, gritting his teeth. “I’m not going to do that, more accurately. You’re in heat, for one thing. You’re not thinking straight.”
"I'm lonely, alpha," Jason whines pleadingly, leaning forward towards him in his pathetic excuse for a nest, and it's a manipulation tactic but it's not any kind of a lie. "I need you. Need what you can give me.”
Dick exhales through his teeth. Jason wishes it meant he were actually struggling to hold himself back from doing that. Wishes there were something in Dick that was–that wanted him, even just to get his knot wet.
Dick’s not like that, of course. Wouldn’t ever do anything like that just to get his rocks off. Or at least, he wouldn’t have when Jason knew him.
But Jason was just a stupid kid with a crush who still thought Robin was magic when he knew Dick.
He doesn’t know him anymore. Not really. Not like he . . . not like he’d always wanted to, and definitely not like he’d hoped to, back when . . . back when he’d still . . .
He doesn’t know Dick at all, really. It’s been fucking years, and Dick doesn’t even recognize him anymore. Probably doesn’t even think about him anymore. He’s got a new packmate wearing his old colors and looking up to him; a better one. One who isn’t as fucked up or stupid as the old one. A replacement.
An upgrade.
Jason could never, ever replace any of them. He lost every single one of them, but he’s never even thought about the idea of a new pack. He’ll never have a pack again. Not for anything.
He’d let Bruce replace his mom–his real mom, not Sheila Haywood–and look how that had turned out.
So he should learn the fucking lesson, shouldn’t he.
And he has, he knows. He’s more than learned it.
Unless Dick takes enough pity on him to crawl into this shitty excuse for a nest and get him pupped right now, anyway, in which case he’s not even going to pretend to care about knowing better.
He’d do whatever he had to do for Dick’s pup. Whatever he had to do for . . . for . . .
“You don’t,” Dick says. Jason’s skin buzzes uncomfortably. He wants to take off his clothes and burrow down into an actually decent nest and do whatever it takes to get Dick in it with him, whether the other’s knot ends up involved or not. Whether . . . whether he breeds him or not.
If he would, though . . .
Jason would give up on all the rest of it, if Dick would just give him that.
He’d never even make Bruce have to find out what’s happened to him, or how much blood is on his hands now.
What he’s like now.
“I do,” he says, and Dick exhales roughly again, digging his fingers into his folded arms, and then just shakes his head.
Jason chokes on nothing, and then he sobs.
He just wants . . .
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More Jason drama?
Jason had wanted Dick in his heat nest before he'd even known how to make a damn heat nest. Back when he'd been stupid and naive and still thought Robin was magic and Bruce would always come for him and–and all that other stupid bullshit.
So it's not fair that Dick's here right now and doesn't even know him. Not fair that he's offering to help and acting like he cares when he doesn't even know what Jason actually needs.
Or wants.
Or . . . any of it, really.
They replaced him.
Jason grits his teeth again, and squeezes his eyes shut. Dick might take the opportunity to leave, but who even fucking knows? Jason's in no goddamn condition to notice either way.
Dick should leave. He'd leave if he actually recognized him, Jason's sure. He'd leave if he knew what he'd done. What he's like now. What he's always been like. Why he even came back to Gotham to begin with.
He'd leave if he just knew it was him at all.
This is really not helping him stop all the fucking crying.
"Just tell me what you need," Dick says like the absolute bastard that he is, and Jason wants to tear his throat out. And also climb him. And also drag him back to his shitty miserable safehouse and into his shitty miserable bed so he can make a shitty miserable nest out of it and fucking crawl on fucking top of fucking Dick and fucking ride his fucking knot 'til he's fucking bred–
That would push his plans back a hell of a lot longer than just a week.
Dick really could breed him, though, couldn't he. He's getting heated up, isn’t he? So that means he can get bred after all, right? And that means that if he wanted to he could just . . . he could maybe . . .
Fuck.
Jason has some very embarrassing and also very fucked-up thoughts about how he could maybe trick Dick into knotting him bareback without actually telling him he's in heat and then immediately hates himself for all of them. There's plenty of line-crossing shit he's willing to do, but that's just . . . not a thing he's going to even try. Ever.
Even if there's a part of him that's fucking aching at just the fucking thought of giving Dick a pup. Which–what the hell even is that, exactly? Dick never wanted that from him even when he was pretending like he gave a shit about the stupid kid that'd stolen his mantle and Jason's a goddamn killer and a bastard and a bad, bad man, and he doesn't even slightly care about that kind of shit anyway. He can't have that kind of shit.
. . . even if, apparently, he can actually get bred after all.
Jason really doesn't know how he feels about that particular realization, now that he's had it.
If they were still pack, though, he could give Dick a pup. Could give Bruce a grandpup and Alfred a great-grandpup and the whole pack a tiny sweet little–
Jason grits his teeth again.
Jason grinds his teeth.
They wouldn't want a pup from him, he reminds himself savagely.
None of them would.
#jason todd#dick grayson#dickjay#red hood#nightwing#batfamily#chaosandcats#rinfic#omegaverse#not sfw#wip: the one where omegaverse fucks up red hood's life
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my vote goes to jaykon soulmates/timkon datemates or the dickjay omegaverse for WIP Wednesday! <3
“We're taking bets now?” Jason snorts dubiously. Fake Superboy grins at him, and it's worse than the smirking because it's not just a suggestive come-on, it's one of the pleased looks the real Superboy would never give him. Something he saves for Tim or Steph or Dick or literally just anyone else. He's pretty sure he's seen him grin like that at Bruce, even.
Though it admittedly does lack some of its usual effect when Jason can't feel any of the emotions behind it.
“You can take anything you want, Hood,” fake Superboy purrs, skimming a hand up Jason's chest. If he were Superboy, this would be the part where Jason called him an asshole and asked him what the fuck he thought he was doing, except if he were Superboy he'd never actually be doing this. Superboy loves Tim. Adores him. And he's not a desperate for attention teenager anymore, much less this kind of a selfish fucking prick.
So Jason is just stuck on this stupid fucking roof with a stupid fucking fake, and this fucking funhouse mirror is the closest he's ever getting to his own fucking soulmate.
The wait on this damn panic button better be a short one.
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“I want to,” Dick says, and Jason wants to pretend it's not a lie. Wants to pretend Dick actually does want to help him.
Him. Not some strange omega he doesn't know and just found in distress down a dark, disgusting alley. Actually him.
Or maybe he just wants to pretend that when Dick says he “wants”, he's not just talking about helping him. That what he actually means is that this isn't Nightwing wanting to help a civilian in need, but Dick Grayson wanting to soothe a packmate through the tumultuous rush of their first heat. Wanting . . .
Wanting to soothe Jason through his first heat.
Jason had wanted him to, before.
Jason had only ever wanted him to, whether Dick would've actually been willing to fuck him for it or not. He'd still wanted Dick in his nest. Still wanted Dick there with him.
He wants him there with him right now.
Like he doesn't fucking know better or something.
#anonymous#wip: the one where omegaverse fucks up red hood's life#wip: jaykon soulmates and timkon datemates#omegaverse
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Omg pt. ii to more jason drama??
Continued directly from here:
Jason's hands are trembling, and he hates himself for it. For all of this.
For everything.
"I don't need anything," he lies to the one thing he needs more than anything.
He's never had that thing, so does it even matter?
"Then how about you just tell me what you want?" Dick asks kindly. Jason wants to hit him. Jason wants him to say his name and tell him it was all a mistake and he's missed him so much and he thinks about him all the time and just wants him back and–
Jason grits his teeth.
"Nothing anyone's ever gonna give me," he says much, much more bitterly than he means to.
He should just say he needs a heat clinic. Just say he needs a little help getting there. Then Dick could tail him to the nearest one and would think he'd done his stupid fucking do-gooder job and Jason could just suffer in fucking peace until this miserable nightmare of a late-bloomer first heat burns through.
He should do that.
He's going to do that.
Why isn't he doing that?
"Let me try," Dick murmurs gently, and Jason grits his teeth and digs his fingers into his arms painfully, but not painfully enough. "C'mon. What do you want, big guy?"
"Wanna sit on your knot," Jason whines like the absolutely pathetic bitch that he is, because he really is that fucking stupid. Dick . . . hesitates. Jason doesn't flatter himself by pretending it's because he's actually considering the idea of letting him.
"I'm a beta," Dick lies, because that's the lie every Bat tells, no matter if it's actually a lie or not, and Jason bares his teeth at him.
"No, you're a fucking liar," he hisses spitefully. "Can't even keep the goddamn rumble out of your throat when you're talking to me and you think I'd buy that?"
And even if he were actually deaf or stupid enough to have missed that entirely and unsubtly alpha sound or scent-blind enough to believe the bland artificial pheromones sprayed all over Dick's blockers, it's not like he fucking forgot. Not like he forgot the dizzy overheated way Dick's pheromones used to make him feel when he was too damn young to even understand what it was that he was feeling, much less the way his own stupid body had always ached to be able to respond to them.
The way it apparently could respond to them now, if Dick weren't currently all wrapped up in Nightwing's armor.
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Jason Todd for the fic bits?
Jason wants to fuck up every single thing about Gotham, which would be a lot easier if he weren't halfway into heat right now. Which–of fucking course he'd finally have his first fucking heat when he's meant to be starting a fucking gang war.
Like, of course that's his life.
Or death.
He'd really just assumed getting dunked in the pit or being dead or whatever other bullshit had just rotted out his reproductive organs. It's years too damn late for him to start having heats, for fuck’s sake. Hell, he was a late bloomer even before he died.
But he is, absolutely and undeniably, going into heat right now.
So . . . that's a problem, definitely.
Admittedly, said problem could've popped up when Ra's al Ghul was the nearest available alpha, so maybe he should just be fucking grateful to have dodged that particular nightmare-bullet and push his plans back a week.
Just–a clinic. He'll find a clinic. He'll find a clinic and lie about his name and check himself in and pretend this isn't his first fucking heat and he's not a useless virgin who barely even knows what to do for it and it doesn't matter that he doesn't have a pack to spend it with. Doesn't matter that Bruce won't be rumbling soothingly at him through things or that Alfred won't be making sure he stays fed and hydrated, that no one is going to be touching or holding him, that he won't–that no one's going to–
Jason thinks, with mortification and shame and absolute fury, about what he'd used to hope his first heat might be like, before he got beaten to death and burned back to life. He thinks about how badly he'd wanted it to be like that.
Before the ridiculous and semi-suicidal night that Jason had decided to jack the Batmobile's tires, he'd always known just how shitty his first heat was going to be. Back then he'd just figured he'd be lucky if nobody tried to sell it without his permission.
When he'd thought he'd had a real <i>pack</i>, though . . . when he'd thought that he'd really belonged to that pack . . .
He'd thought Bruce would be there to soothe him through it. He'd thought Alfred would be there to keep him comfortable.
He'd thought maybe, maybe Dick wouldn't be too mad at Bruce to be in Gotham that week, and might . . . and might . . .
Jason's gut burns, and he stops letting himself remember what he'd thought then. What he'd . . .
What he'd wanted, then.
Doesn't matter, he tells himself, quick and harsh and brutal. Doesn't matter. Never mattered. They didn't even really want him, in the end. Don't even care that he's gone anymore, if they ever did at all.
They replaced him.
They replaced him, and they didn't even kill the bastard who took him from them first.
Jason wants to die all over again, thinking about that.
Jason wants to cry, thinking about that.
And he wants his pack alpha to come and make it all better, like he's fucking new or stupid or something. Like he hasn't known better than that since he was old enough for cognizant goddamn thought. Willis never made a damn thing better. And Bruce tricked him into thinking that he would, for a while, but . . .
Well, Jason learned that lesson, didn't he.
Robin learned that lesson.
Jason died with the Joker's scent all over him. Died all marked up with it. Died smelling like he belonged to him.
Couldn't even smell Bruce anymore, past that awful scent. Not even enough to die to.
And just–yeah, well, the less said about Ra's and the League, the better.
So.
Clinic. He needs a clinic. He's too emotional, he's too vulnerable, he's not safe, he's . . . he . . .
He doesn't even know where the fuck he is, actually.
Fuck.
Jason tries to orient himself. He knows Gotham like the back of his hand, even now. Even like this. He knows Gotham like the back of his hand, and he's . . . and he's . . .
And he's lost.
That's so funny that he might actually cry.
Right. Okay. Situation: lost. Lost in fucking Gotham, somehow. No gear. Minimal weapons. Not even any fucking body armor or a damn domino mask. Gun under his jacket. Knife strapped to his calf. Picks in his belt.
Nothing else.
He is absolutely going to die. Or get goddamn assaulted in some random fucking filthy alley. Or both.
Probably both, yeah.
Is he even wearing his damn scent blockers right now . . . ?
Jason checks, and is distantly relieved to feel the necessary patches under his fingers, all neatly covering the scent glands in his wrists and throat. Okay, yeah. Not that stupid yet. Still in a bad situation, what with the whole "being halfway into heat on a public street after dark while lost in a shitty neighborhood in fucking Gotham", but just–again, this could be happening with Ra's al Ghul as his alpha, so right now he's just gonna take what little mercy he can get.
Ra's might've bred him, if he'd gone into heat around him.
Ra's would definitely have bred him, actually. That sounds like exactly the kind of fucked-up power trip that bastard would get off on.
Shit, it'd been bad enough the way he'd treated and touched him as it was. Jason still can't believe Ra's never did anything worse than feel him up a few too many places a few too many times. Like, he actually is still technically a virgin, he's pretty sure.
Even if only technically.
So yeah. Jason is very, very grateful for whatever bizarre and random thing made his body wait this long to heat up for the first time. He really is.
. . . is his replacement an omega too? Did Batman's new and improved Robin spend his first heat with . . .
Jason needs to not think about that right now.
Or ever, maybe.
It's so, so hard not to think about that right now.
He just wants his pack so bad. Worse than he ever remembers wanting them before.
Maybe not worse than he wanted them after he first crawled out of the pit and Ra's forced him to bare his throat for him, though.
No. Not worse than that.
But they replaced him. If there was ever anything there, ever any chance of mattering more than he actually had . . . well, that was gone a long, long time ago, wasn't it.
It was gone. And they didn't care. Hadn't ever cared at all, probably.
They didn't . . . they'd never . . .
Jason is vaguely aware of the fact that he's somehow wound up halfway down an alley, crouched down and curled up against a wall in the shadows under a fire escape. It is very nearly the stupidest goddamn place an omega in his condition could be.
He really doesn't give a fuck, though. Why does it matter? Why does anything matter? He should just stay here and let whatever the fuck happens to him happen.
He might as well.
No one's going to care either way.
It's dark. He's wearing scent blockers. He's all wrapped up in scratchy cotton and rough denim and heavy leather and he doesn't know where the nearest heat clinic is and he's not sure he could get his phone out to figure it out right now. He's not even sure he could kill someone right now, if it came to it.
All things considered, that's more worrying than anything else is.
A lot more.
Jason wants to go home so, so bad.
Which is fucking funny, given that he doesn't even have one.
Yeah. Really, really fucking funny.
Jason wants to throw up. Is definitely shaking. Even more definitely needs to get up and go find a fucking clinic and tell them whatever lies it takes to get himself in the door without someone trying to call his nonexistant pack alpha for him.
Without someone trying to call Bruce for him.
Like Bruce would even come.
Jason really, really wants to throw up. Or kill someone.
What he's actually doing, of course, is fucking sobbing. Because of course he is. Of course that's what's happening here. He's alone in a fucking miserable dark alley and sobbing his fucking guts out instead of just dealing with the fucking problem like a fucking adult.
What the fuck is wrong with him?
Aside from that whole thing where heat makes most omegas insanely overemotional and irrational freaks. And how much worse that thing is when said overemotional and irrational omegas happen to be goddamn strays.
Just. Aside from that.
Fuck, he's so stupid. Why did he even come back? Bruce isn't going to care. No one is.
They replaced him.
They replaced him.
Like he wasn't anyone important. Like the place he'd been filling in their pack was just . . . just something temporary. Something that hadn't really mattered to them.
Like that place in their pack wasn't the only thing that'd ever really mattered to him.
He's so, so stupid.
So stupid.
He'll never have that again. He never even really had it to begin with.
And then he fucked up and died, and they all found someone better.
They didn't even give enough of a shit to avenge him before they did.
Jason knows he's being irrational. Knows he needs to get up and get out of here. Knows that these feelings are just . . . just . . .
It's only this bad because of his impending heat, he tries to remind himself. It's only this bad because of that. That's all. Sure as shit he's not crying like this because of anything else.
If it wasn't just the heat, after all, he'd never stop crying. If it wasn't just the heat, he'd have just let himself drown in the pit, or suffocate in his grave, or just . . . or just . . .
Jason needs to get up. Needs to get out of here.
Jason needs his fucking pack to fucking come for him.
But he's needed that before.
#jason todd#red hood#also a teeny bit of implied dickjay#batman#a/b/o#rinfic#anonymous#not sfw#long post#implied molestation#rape mention#wip: the one where omegaverse fucks up red hood's life
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Ko-fi thank-you sentences for mishu; Dick/Jason omegaverse.
"Let me help you," Dick says tightly, and Jason just wishes the bastard would recognize him. Wishes that even more than he wishes that Bruce had killed the Joker.
"You don't want to," he says, and Dick keeps not recognizing him at all.
Jason knows he doesn't, because if he did recognize him, he wouldn't want to help him.
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ask game: liar
"I knew I wasn't good enough for them," Jason murmurs, feeling all dull and distant. Feeling like he could tear himself right out of his own damn skin, if only there was anything actually inside him. "But I still thought they wanted me. Thought they'd . . . thought they'd let me stay."
"What's your name?" Dick asks again like it even fucking matters, very obviously struggling to hold back his alpha voice. Very obviously upset at hearing all that.
It's funny, still.
"Who gives a shit?" Jason retorts, closing his eyes and burying his face in his arms. He can't look at Dick right now. Not when Dick can look at him and have to ask his goddamn name. "Not like there's anyone who wants to use it."
"I do," Dick says, the fucking liar.
"Maybe you don't deserve to," Jason says instead of lying back.
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"guts"
Jason really, really wants to throw up. Or kill someone.
What he's actually doing, of course, is fucking sobbing. Because of course he is. Of course that's what's happening here. He's alone in a fucking miserable dark alley and sobbing his fucking guts out instead of just dealing with the fucking problem like a fucking adult.
What the fuck is wrong with him?
Aside from that whole thing where heat makes most omegas insanely overemotional and irrational freaks. And how much worse that thing is when said overemotional and irrational omegas happen to be goddamn strays.
Just. Aside from that.
Fuck, he's so stupid.
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I just found your work and I love it! I wish you would write more fics about my friend jason todd :))))
Thank you! ❤️ I do love Jason, Kon is def my DC hyperfixation right now but Jason is just a fucking delight of a character and just about my fave Bat. I have . . . lemme check, God, like at LEAST ten or eleven WIPs either about him or where he has a significant role going, so ideally you will be seeing more of him from me soon enough.
Jason-featuring WIPs by their file names, for both funsies and FYI:
A/B/O Jason comes home
alpha Jazz and a dark alley and a very pretty omega
feral omega murder-nanny
ghost zoning laws
interdimensional kidnapping via Robin
JayKon soulmates and TimKon datemates
Jazz meet-cutes her soulmate
SuperRobin
the Gotham Kid
the one where omegaverse fucks up Red Hood's life
your liminal-powered girlfriend
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