"A photo impression of 'Omega Alive'"
"A photo impression of 'Omega Alive'"
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georgia reflects in the hospital
Words: 319, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Hannibal (TV)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Georgia Madchen
Additional Tags: Mild Gore
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Good morning, as a lifelong inhabitant of the DC metro area I can confirm that a lot of Virginia (and Maryland, and quite frankly most of the Mid-Atlantic) is absolutely a domain of the Lonely because there are miles and miles of NOTHING. Here's an ode to that, to the comfort of emptiness, and to the fear it invokes. TMAEW 'verse. Kenny/Hangman (what is THIS pairing called everyone?), 1300ish words. CW: one spicy line and angsty millennial cowboy shit.
Adam hasn't done this as long as Kenny has. He didn't lose someone as fundamental, didn't harden himself as surely, didn't slip so far so fast. There are still places inside of him that are soft.
Were. Places that were soft. Maybe. He isn't sure. Beating Kenny changed something inside of him, broke something essential, but he hasn't quite figured out what.
This place used to feel peaceful. Reminded him of home. The quiet gave him a sense of calm, and he could roam underneath clear blue skies and feel the sunlight warm on his skin. Now it just feels… lonely. Not even the capital-L kind, that has the undercurrent of secondhand satisfaction. The kind that makes him want a drink.
He's known for ages that this was his domain, something inherent to himself that meant he couldn't touch other people, let them touch him, the way that everyone else did. That he could act and pose and posture for a camera but he couldn't be sincere when face to face with a real living person. That it was just another thing he failed at while others so easily connected. Being somewhere by himself, with just himself, only existing for himself, was a comfort.
And then the Elite. Kenny. And everything that came with that.
He feels like a newborn calf, sticky eyed and gumming for its mother's udder, braying desperately for connection and warmth, but he's deep in the emptiness and there's no one, and his shouts are silent even to his own ears. He used to be able to jump in and out pretty easily, but it's gotten harder and harder to leave lately. Maybe that's a sign. He's not sure of what, other than that he should probably stop coming here in case one day he just can't find a doorway back. Before, he had a motivation to leave. He could think of fingers on the back of his neck, curved warm and sure as they drove between one city and the next. Hands finding tension in his shoulders and back and working it all away. A quirked grin and hooded, sleepy eyes looking at him from behind messy curls. A parade of ridiculous facial hair choices before the razor revealed clean, soft skin. Lips, chapped but plush, against his, smiling and pushing laughter back into his mouth.
He'd thought it was real for Kenny.
(He'd thought it was real for him, too.)
(He's not sure what real is anymore.)
He didn't mean to come here, to this empty place that used to be a sanctuary and now feels like a prison. He isn't sure why he's here now, until he crests a hill and sees Kenny laid out in a bed of soft grass, soaking up the ever-warm sunshine.
"This," Kenny says with eyes closed and curls drifting lazily in a noiseless breeze, "is worse than the fog."
It's the only noise Adam's heard in - it feels like hours, but time always runs strangely in this place, he can lose minutes or hours in the real world and feel like he's spent hours or minutes here. It's certainly the only noise that's ever been in these fields, and it echoes like a shotgun blast. Adam doesn't cover his ears, but it's a near thing. He can't make himself speak, and even if he could, he doesn't think he'd make a sound.
Kenny sighs, and blinks, and Adam's world falls away around him. He finds himself on his back in a bed, the sheets under him salt-air sticky and gritty with sand around his feet. He sits up, breath catching. There's fog thick as fresh cream outside the window, drifting through the open door to hover around the ceiling, and he can hear the ocean rolling and unrolling itself against beach outside.
This. This is lonely.
But it's not empty.
Adam scrambles out of the bed and out the door, skidding in the sand. Kenny is standing on the edge of the surf, letting the waves lap at his toes. He's gotten rid of the ridiculous facial hair and looks like himself again, and Adam just -
They go crashing together into the water, and it's freezing cold, enough to make him gasp. For a moment he panics when his head goes under and his throat fills with water. He thrashes, and Kenny grabs him by the hair and lifts him out.
"Asshole," Adam spits around a mouthful of seawater, teeth chattering.
"You tackled me!"
Adam tackles him again, a big bear hug that thankfully takes them towards the sand this time. They tussle in the foam and seaweed, nothing like their match, everything like - how it used to be. He lets Kenny take the upper hand, pin his shoulders against the wet sand.
"Why are we here?" Adam asks.
"You didn't answer your phone."
"You didn't give me a reason to."
Kenny hums. "Here's one, I'm by myself and just woke up from a dream about the time we fucked so many times in one night that we ran out of lube, and both are inconvenient for me. I'm calling you again."
And like that, Adam opens his eyes in his own hotel room. His skin still prickles with cold, and he can still hear the distant echo of waves in his ear, feel the salty sand sticking to his skin. The back of his shirt has the memory of dampness.
His phone rings, loud in the gray pre-dawn. There's no fog outside the window, just a morning, dawning clear. He reaches for his phone before he can think himself out of it.
"That was a good night," he says, and on the other end, miles away and closer than he's been in months, Kenny laughs.
(The beach is not Kenny's domain. There is a city. It's not empty. It's far from empty. There are noises, and voices, and laughter, all behind closed doors that will not open no matter how much he knocks. He's woken with bloody knuckles from how desperately he pounds down the doors of people he knows - Matt and Nick, Cole, everyone he left in Japan. Hangman. Kota. He can hear them chattering away, happy in spite of his absence. Happy without him. Happy, in a way that they can't be with him.
If a door does open, it's to an empty room, no matter how many people occupied it until he forced his way in. That's the way it is. The way he is. He can be surrounded by people and still alone. He doesn't subject anyone else to that. The beach is for when other people need to be Lonely, when he needs to serve someone up to his god. He's considerate in that way. Even when he wants to hurt people, he won't hurt them the same way he hurts himself. The city is his his own punishment, his own private hell. A place all his own and just for him.
The Lonely doesn't bring him joy. It's simply a factor of who he is. How he can't be all things to everyone the way he wants, so he makes himself nothing to anyone.)
(If he asked, he knows people would tell him that that's not true, that there are so many people for whom he's everything, who could be everything to him if he let them in.)
(He wishes he could believe that.)
(He wishes it were real.)
(He's glad Adam answered his phone.)
Inferno 3 (2021) by Jonathan Hickman, R B Silva, Stefano Caselli & Valerio Schiti
i hc that ome/ga definitely has a different view of family dynamics fur to being raised on kam/ino , and therefore doesn’t entirely understand the emotional dynamic of members of a family in practice . she only ever knew about a father , a mother , an aunt , an uncle , etc. in theory due to the learning modules she got on kamin/o . and she of course witnesses it in the second episode with c/ut l/awquane’s family .
but she personally can’t identify the differential dynamic she holds to each member of the bad batch . all she’s known is clones calling clones brothers . so the batchers are her brothers and that’s all she needs . what she doesn’t recognize is that not every dynamic is the same as brothers to brothers or sibling to sibling . for wrecker , yes . that’s definitely someone she definitely feels like he’s her big brother . tech and echo are also her brothers … but different . they feel a little farther out of reach yet still close enough to hold their hands when she’s scared .
the hardest part for omega to communicate is this feeling that she genuinely doesn’t know what it’s like to have or want a parent . so instead of letting herself realize that or go down that route of thinking, she calls all of the batchers her brothers . her amazing big brothers . and there’s nothing wrong with that!
it’s never within her thought that they ARE a whole family . hunter is like her father , echo is the gentle older brother , tech is the stoic and protective second parent , wrecker is the big big brother that would swoop you up and destroy anything that dared to make you frown. and that’s all that. that’s the part that she can’t help . she recognizes the brother/sister mold they “ should “ all fit in by technicality of all of them being “ siblings “ , but in the same breath it feels like the wrong way to describe it . i dunno if she’ll ever really recognize hunter as a bit of her dad . but she emotionally relies on him like one and loves him like a daughter would .
I had this thought and I need to get it out of my head
I have this exact same moose and it has a heat pack you can throw in the microwave, and all I can think of now is the alphas (LOTB, Unnamed series) seeing their omega walking around with this in her arms when her heat kicks in
And they would think its the most adorable thing ever, packing around a stuffed animal that can be heated up to ease their heat pain
Echo: We’re playing scrabble. It’s a nightmare.
Rex: Scrabble? Scrabble’s great.
Echo: Not when you’re playing with Tech, it’s not. He puts words like ‘ephemeral’ and I put ‘dog’.
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Jaehan: *stares out window, looking pensive*
Hwichan: He’s so beautiful, so thoughtful. I wonder what he’s thinking?
Jaehan, internally: Wed-nes-day…Whensday? Wendesday?
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These make me feel cozy >-<
From: Studio Ghibli
Koga Naoto is an omega who was raped by his alpha classmates and got pregnant. Due to that traumatic experience, he came to hate alphas and told himself that he doesn't need a lifemate or a bond, but even with that incident, he insisted on keeping the child and raised her, and an angel named Shizuku was born.
She became his strength and center in this cruel word that treats omegas unfairly. But his life suddenly changed when he met an alpha named Tsuchiya Hazuki from the matchmaking party he forced himself to attend.
Okay I know I say a lot I cried here but you have to believe me when I say it's very VERY hard for me to cry. Therefore if I cried during a manga you know it hit home so hard.
This hit so many spots not even obvious things but the feeling of not being enough and trying to go on on your own.
I have to say Shizuku is the cutest child I've ever seen, so brave and proud I can't Koga is literally the best mom ever. I can also speak my respect for Hazuki for all he has done and has been for the little family.
If the rape theme that as far as I remember is brought up a few times doesn't put you off too much please give it a read. I promise there is a fantastic story.