Lyonel and his giant knight. In a normal world where Lyonel gets his cookie, Dunk can be his man and live at Storm's End, maybe he has a tolerant Fujoshi wife who is more than happy to side step the marital duties. But in general he cannot marry the man and he can't have heirs with him, as much as he desires he can't really declare Dunk to be his openly to the four winds.

BUT in an omegaverse world with omega Dunk, all those problems disappear, sure there is still the class difference but that's overcomable. Gender is irrelevant because you have men with cunts and wombs going about and children are a given with heats and ruts; there's a lot to work with, there are fated mates, there are mating bites, fusing your soul into one and all that jazz.

In conclusion, Lyonel can make Dunk unequivocally and irrevocably his for everyone to see. And (I saw this in a fic, thank you @Fayefaye90) since Lyonel himself fell in love , married and mated a low born omega, his rage against Duncan The Small is rather ironic. I don't think any rebellions for broken engagements would happen with Dunk on Lyonel's lap soothing his rage with memories of their own love. Maybe some restorations for sure, but no tragic trials by combat.

And into the next generations of Stags

Robert Baratheon following his (great?) grandpa's footsteps and falling in love with a noble, kind, strong omega. I can totally see Robert being a proud and a fan of his own family predilection of mates btw. I'm also assuming he is even bigger than in canon thanks to Dunk's genes and because I adore happy endings he is also less of a dick than in canon; the seed is strong but who says the womb isn't strong too. (at least some of Dunk's goodness has to be passed down too. )

I remember reading a fic where Ned didn't present until his late teens, after everyone assumed him to be a beta. And because of that he was being fostered at the Eyrie with Robert, learning sword, riding and all that.

We all know what happened in the canon. But in an omegaverse world, Robert can have his Stark. Especially the Stark he has a deep connection with and has loved ever since he was a child. I don't see a Ned who grew up under the tutelage of Jon Arryn and next to Robert ever leaving them for Rheagar. Hell, the war can be avoided all together if you move the pieces right. Or it can still happen but the 7 kingdoms would be a wholly different place if Robert is the king with Ned as his Queen.

Renly and Loras ? Stannis and Davos? Same thing, slap an omega tag on one of them and problem solved. Or maybe play with other designations, either way I adore how the omegaverse opens space for so many different possibilities and how many of them could end up with happy endings for my favorite house.

Prompted by @detectivediego! Hope you like it, lovely! ♥ Check out Ao3 for extra visual aids *winkwink* Masterlist

A: Aftercare (What are they like after sex?)

Diego is very tactile after sex. He knows he can be a lot to handle for many reasons and he wants to make sure Eudora is comfortable, sated, and well-cared for. He likes running his hands over Eudora’s skin, feeling every post-orgasmic shiver and twitch of her muscles. He also likes to scoop an arm around Eudora’s waist and pull her on top of him, draping her over his chest until every inch of her is pressed to every inch of him. 

Eudora cozies up to Diego, rests her hand on his chest or his back. Presses lazy, contented kisses to the side of his neck probably where she bit him a few times earlier.

Canon-divergent-ish fluff. I have NO idea what context is here and I’m not sure how much it matters. (Also HI, been a while since I’ve written these babes so dipping my toe back in with maximum cute.) PG-ish and also on ao3.

There are many words to describe Eudora Patch. Graceful is, as a general rule, not among them.

Coordinated enough for her chosen profession, yes. Able to run a mile in kitten heels (don’t ask), yes but she’d rather not do it again. But as with most other elements of her life, her abilities of movement have a utilitarian bent. She was politely asked not to come back after her second ballet class at age seven, and twenty-five years later she still hasn’t let it go.

But her eyes are good enough, and she can live vicariously through her easily-amused sorta-ex-boyfriend.

fandom: The Umbrella Academy

main pairing: Diego/Eudora

rating: T. 

word count: ~ 1100 words

summary: In the middle of the night, Diego ruminates on the meaning of the word home.

Eudora’s apartment is stifling.

Even with the two windows opened as far as they’ll budge in their warped frames and a creaking fan pointed directly at the bed, there’s no relief from the heat wave that has settled over the city as thick as fog. The bedding, with the exception of a thin sheet bunched around their waists, has been kicked off the edge of the mattress, and Diego gave up on wearing clothes a few hours ago (even before they tumbled into bed together, hands fumbling over each other’s dampened skin), but there’s sweat slicking his skin, collecting in the middle of his chest and along his forehead. Glancing over at Eudora, he notices a bead of sweat trickle down the center of her bare back and catch in the dip at the base of her spine, just above where the sheet is resting.

Despite the heat, she’s fast asleep, resting on her stomach with her head turned away from him, arms tucked under her thin pillow. Even when he carefully traces his finger down her back, following the path of the bead of sweat, she doesn’t stir. He leaves his hand resting on the base of her back, relishes in the feeling of her soft skin against his calloused palm, and shifts slightly in an attempt to get comfortable, very much aware of the edge of the mattress on his immediate left. His eyelids are heavy, and his body is sore in half a dozen spots from a day’s worth of pummeling at the police academy, but he suspects that it’ll still be some time before he passes out. All of the training his father inflicted upon him, the insistence that he always work harder, that he push through fatigue for as long as necessary, sleep be damned, is coming back to bite him in the ass.

tysm for your kind words!!! i hope this suffices!!! thank u for ur patience and request :’)) diego angst is my k***

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Eudora silently made her way through the boxing gym, beelining right to the back. She heard the news about Diego getting kicked out of the academy and she had more than a few things to say to him. She didn’t want to see the man she cared so much about throw his life away like this. 

She didn’t bother knocking as she approached the door, but what stopped her from going ahead and swinging the door open was the muffled sound of crying. Diego Hargreeves, resident hardass, was crying. 

“Diego?” She called out softly, trying her best to keep her voice without its usual edge, “Can I come in?”

Her request was followed by silence. She called his name out one more time with a knock on the door, her stomach dropping. This was entirely out of character for Diego.

After a moment she decided she couldn’t wait any longer. The door was unlocked, another thing terrifyingly unlike the man.

“Diego please talk to me, I’m,” Eudora stopped dead in her tracks and covered her mouth with her hands in attempt to hide the gasp that came out of her mouth. She took in the scene in front of her. His place was trashed, clothes and his bed strewn haphazardly. There were broken plates and cups littering the floor. Upon closer inspection she found Diego, his hands covered in blood, sobbing in the corner. He was an absolute mess. Her heart ached seeing him in so much pain.

“Oh baby,” Eudora whispered and hastily made her away across Diego’s small space, avoiding the glass as best she could. She grabbed a washcloth that was thrown on the floor and wet it at the sink before kneeling down in front of the hysterical man. She lightly placed her hands on his face as she tried her best to pry his head out of his bleeding hands.

“Please talk to me, Diego. I’m here, I promise.” She asked, her voice small. 

Diego finally looked up, his cheeks damp and eyes red. His face was flushed. She had never seen him look so vulnerable.

“I-I fucked it up, I-I-I,” He let out a frustrated groan, snapping his head out her grasp.

“Baby breathe. In for seven seconds, out for eight. Just like that…” She cooed, taking his hands and wiping them down with the washcloth she snagged on her way over to him.

After a few minutes of silence as Diego attempted to regain composure, he finally opened his eyes. He opened his mouth and tried to get words out. He knew it was a loss cause. He wouldn’t be able to get his thoughts acorss properly when he was in this sort of state.

He started to panic all over again. If getting kicked out of the academy wasn’t enough for Eudora to leave him, then his stupid stutter would be the icing on the god damn cake. He couldn’t bare the thought of that. He’d be alone again, useless. Always second best.

“Hey, no. None of that. Diego, please let me in. Don’t do this - don’t shut me out.” Her voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

“I c-can’t t-t-talk right n-n-n,” He felt the tears prick at his eyes again, his emotions taking over. He hated how he literally had to wear his emotions on his sleeve - this impediment of his never giving him any solace during times like this. He felt like how he did when he was 12 - reduced to nothing but broken sentences.

“Take your time. I’m not leaving anytime soon, alright? I wasn’t aware you had a stutter. That’s okay, Di. It’s not your fault, I know that.” Eudora reassured Diego, leaning forward and kissing his forehead. 

“It c-c-comes b-back wh-wh-when I’m,” Diego waved his hands in a small frantic motion, causing a light chuckle from Eudora.

“You’re doing just fine. Why don’t we get your hands cleaned up and we can talk later when you feel more comfortable doing so. Is that okay?”

Diego nodded and leaned forward to kiss her on the lips, closing his eyes as he did so. He would tell her how much he appreciated her patience, her immediate acceptance when he could. For now, he let Eudora drag him to the sink and watched silently as she cleaned up his hands.

You fools, you absolute fools. Whoever is the oldest depends purely on which sibling is interacting with who and would change rapidly depending on which sibling you asked, therefore I’d like to provide you with the facts no arguments because I’m right xoxo (sorry these are fuzzy but you can def figure it out): 

Luther: 

Diego: 

Allison: 

Klaus: 

Ben: 

Viktor: 

And no, I did not forget about Five, he has his own special category: 

- Historically and in the play, Philip died at the age of 19. He lived through 19 songs in the play (Dear Theodosia through Stay Alive [Reprise])

- In his duel with George Eacker, Philip is shot on the count of seven, which is coincidentally the number he changed the melody on during his piano lessons

- “Mom, I’m so sorry for forgetting what you taught me” - perhaps this is a reference to his piano lessons when he was younger. Eliza taught him to count. Philip believes he miscounted, he believes that it was his fault he was shot on what he thought was the count of seven.

- Hamilton died at the age of 47. Including the Laurens Interlude, there are 47 songs in the musical.

- The ensemble member who plays Philip Schuyler, who gives Hamilton his blessing to marry Eliza, also plays James Reynolds, who blackmails Hamilton for sleeping with his wife, Maria.

- The “I know my sister like I know my own mind” line is sung twice by Angelica, once in Satisfied and once in The Reynolds Pamphlet, both with very seperate connotations.

- Hamilton is the first to introduce more intricate, polysyllabic raps (My Shot) as opposed to the simple beats used by Laurens, Mulligan, and Lafayette, showing his intellectual ability and innovation.

- “Fools who run their mouths off wind up dead” is directly followed by Laurens introducing himself.

- Jefferson sings in a jazzy tune because he has been away for so long and therefore missed the transition from jazz to hip hop. However, he quickly adapts as shown in Cabinet Battle #1.

- Lafayette’s increasing grasp on the English language is shown when comparing his verses in Aaron Burr, Sir and Guns and Ships.

- Angelica is the first to sing “look around, look around, at how lucky we are to be alive right now”, which Eliza continues to use throughout her life.

- Angelica raps at Hamilton’s speed because she is his intellectual equal. Eliza beatboxes because she supports him.

- “When my prayers to God were met with indifference, I picked up a pen, I wrote my own deliverence”/ “I take the children to church on Sunday, I sign of the cross at the door, and I pray. That never used to happen before”. Philip’s death drove Hamilton to religion, giving him something to rely on other than his words for the first time.

- Eliza doesn’t rap because she is quite literally given the most time, she lives to be 97.

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