#au fodder

It won’t be like that, Marc had told himself. Vale introduced Marc to his mother. His little brother. Cooked breakfast for him in his trailer. Sat with Marc in the ambulance when he fucked up a stunt and needed to go to the hospital for some scans. It won’t be like that. In the months between wrapping filming and the promo tour commencing, he even spirited Marc away to his famed ranch where they slept under the stars among … other activities.

At the end of the week, Marc flies back to Spain to spend a few months with his family before flying back to meet up with Vale on the promo tour. Valentino drove him to the airport, they kissed in the car, leaning across the center console.

Fast forward to the promo tour and Vale is suddenly distant. Cold. In contrast, the early reviews for the film are glowing, drawing attention repeatedly to the sizzling chemistry between the two co-stars. A reporter at the press conference asks if they are likely to work together again?

“I hope we can work together again,” Marc answers honestly, “it was a big dream of mine, to get to act alongside Valentino.”

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Alphas are excluded from FO leadership. They're seen as lacking self-control, strategic thinking and, when pushed to the extreme, basic common sense.

Hot headed and even violent. They vie for power when in positions of even minor authority. They don't collaborate with others and instead try to take over. Power hungry. Unreasonable.

The FO allows alphas only in certain specific areas considered "grunt work". And even then, only under close supervision.

Hux is forced to hide his status as an alpha. Otherwise, he might lose his command and the respect of his crew. But sometimes, despite his best efforts, his bloodlust peak through: asking for his enemy's skull, his unprecedented ascension through the ranks, Brendol's death (justified). But he tells himself those aren't a break in his self-control. Only ambition, dedication...

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Betas and omegas can reproduce perfectly fine together.

Most FO leaders are betas: collaborative, level headed. Cool under pressure.

About a quarter of the FO leaders are omegas. Excellent negotiators, perceptive, intuitive and protective of their own / their territory. They make spectacular diplomats and strategists.

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Rae was the only one who didn’t look down on Hux when he presented. Saw his potential in spite of his biology. But she still knew he'd need to hide that part of himself to be taken seriously.

Brendol's comment about being "weak willed" was because he suspected Hux would grow up to be an alpha like his mother. Someone driven by instinct and unsuitable to carry Brendol's legacy.

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Ren finds out about Hux and makes it his mission to break through Hux's self control. He wants to see Hux truly let go. Unhinged. Feral.

But maybe he's not entirely ready for what he gets.

Why does this look like a dad trying to patiently explain to a disgruntled child why they have to postpone their trip to Chuck E. Cheese’s?

Serious AU fanfiction fodder.

“You should come visit the studio,” Vale broaches one morning with shafts of sunlight bleeding in through the curtains, he props himself up on his elbows, “I know the students would love to meet you.” Marc hasn’t been inside a studio since the accident and the subsequent, unsuccessful, rounds of surgery. Pecco has dug up some old taping of their 2013 run of Giselle and it’s all the kids have been able to talk about.

“Maybe some other time,” Marc deflects, lips pressed together in a way that gives away his real answer.

Vale reaches out to cup his cheek, those angular cheekbones, knows Marc will let him touch as much as he wants so long as he stays away from his arm, “just because you can’t dance anymore doesn’t mean you can’t still be involved in —“

“I don’t want to be involved in ballet if if can’t dance, Vale,” Marc snaps.

It’s so difficult to talk to Marc these days, he either clams up or lashes out, the only reason they’ve ended up here, picking up where they left off in each other’s beds is because Marc kissed him drunk one night and whispered, the doctor said they think my arm won’t ever be good enough to dance again, what’s the point of anything if I can’t dance?

Vale probably should have made him go see a therapist, instead he kissed back when Marc smashed their mouths together. It had been a long time since Marc wanted him like that.

It wasn’t always this fraught. Back when Marc’s arm was fine and they were guaranteed top billing each season, Marc could discern his thoughts just from how Vale arranged his hands on Marc’s waist. When they were always the first to arrive at the studio and would stretch together in front of the floor length mirrors and talk shit about the rest of the company.