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justminawrites · 11 months

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Jacin woke with a splitting headache.

It didn’t take more than three seconds for his lunar guard training to kick in: Rope. Chair. Feet. Metal. Breathing. Cress.

As his eyes adjusted to the complete lack of light in the room, Jacin flexed his wrists, which he found were tied behind his back with a length of plastic-resin cord– standard issue for lunar prisoners.

Rope.

He was sitting on a hard, uncomfortable metal surface, but from what he could tell everything around him was metal. The seat was metal, the ground under him was metal– either they were in a shipping container, or a torture chamber.

Jacin tried to ignore the pounding in his head, echoing like drum beats, like the military exercises he’d once been so eager to playact, when he was young and naïve enough to believe in his country.

He’d noticed immediately that whoever had tied him up had taken his shoes, and tried his best to repress a shudder as the cold leached into his bare skin and crawled up his legs, leaving tiny goosebumps in its wake.

Chair. Feet. Metal. And the last one was–

“Cress,” Jacin called quietly, shifting his arms in an attempt to loosen his binds.

She was cuffed to him, the two of them back to back, and still unconscious - he could feel her petite frame pressed against him, sharp shoulder blades digging into his spine, and tried his best to shake her awake.

“Cress,” he repeated urgently, wondering for a second if they’d drugged her harder than him for some reason.

“Uhn.. no Carol.. I can’t come in.. today.”

Jacin tried not to feel too relieved at the sound of her mumbling. This plan would go much slower if he was the only one awake to execute it.

He twisted his hands a little, grabbing the closest thing he could reach (the skin of her forearm) and pinched. Hard.

“Mm.. what– OW!” Cress shrieked, jolting from the pain, but he instantly shushed her.

“We don’t have much time,” He hissed as she took a second to take in her surroundings, “–if I’m right, they’ll start it up the moment we show signs of being conscious.”

“Start what?” She shot back, still emotionally stinging from the wound, “What’s going on?”

“Let me get out of these ties first.”

As Jacin worked to quietly slip out of the ropes, Cress swore (that was new), turning this way and that, making it difficult for him.

“They took it!” She whisper-shouted in panic, “They took my shoes, they took everything– oh stars."

Jacin finally grabbed her hands to make her stop.

“They must’ve searched us before they locked us in here,” He explained as patiently as he could,

“That’s probably why you’re missing your taser.”

“No you don’t understand, they took the– wait how’d you end up here?”

Jacin let go of her and continued to work his hands free. After a few seconds, he managed to get one of them loose and released a long, drawn out breath.

“Drugged,” He said matter-of-factly, “Same as you. I managed to get the one hiding in the hover but there must’ve been a sniper in one of the opposite buildings.”

Cress stayed quiet for a few seconds and just when he thought she was about to apologise for involving him in all this, she huffed,

“I knew it! I knew this was a bigger deal than everyone said! Take that, Carol.”

Jacin’s jaw twitched. They really hadn’t been friends for a while.

The Cress he knew was so filled with doubt and uncertainty, even on her best day, that she spent half her time clinging to her boyfriend like he was some kind of social screen through which she could filter out any potential rejection.

It had been six long years since the lunar revolution, but everything about Cress seemed to have changed in the last 6 months - since he’d left Artemisia and she’d begun her new job as a member of the ISA (Information Security Analyst) Department of the Lunar Government.

Even in his wildest dreams, Jacin wouldn’t have pegged her for a patriot, much less a civil servant; Cress was the last person from their old crew he’d envision carrying a gun and reporting back to someone, and that included the Emperor.

“No please, don’t thank me for singlehandedly orchestrating our rescue,” He replied wryly, freeing his other hand and stretching his cramped muscles, before turning around to untie hers.

“Huh, oh thanks, Jacin,” Cress said absent-mindedly, shifting around in the dark once he’d pulled away the rope.

“Sorry for getting you inv– oh, I knew it! It is gone!”

“Whatever it is, it can wait,” Jacin said, rising to his feet.

The room was still completely dark, so he reached for the nearest wall and began to walk alongside it, gauging its perimeter.

The wall was smooth, but with sharp corners, not disproving his shipping container theory, and the room was about as big as a lunar palace bathroom, or a medium-sized swimming pool. Once he’d paced the length twice, Jacin started to look for any telltale grooves or panels that might hint at there being a trapdoor.

“Find anything?” He nearly flinched as Cress’s soft whisper tickled his left ear. She’d gotten taller; another thing he didn’t recognise about her.

“What’d they take?” He asked, instead of answering the question, “–besides your shoes.”

“My jacket, my weapons, and the USB I had on me, with all the details about the encryption glitch.”

Cress didn’t sound angry, just puzzled, as though she was trying to get into the headspace of the attacker who’d done this to them. He couldn’t see her face, but he imagined her wrinkling her nose in frustration and clamped down on the sudden urge to snort. Jacin would never admit it, even to himself, but he’d missed her.

“Isn’t it strange? Why would they take our shoes?” Cress wondered out loud, her voice moving from his left to his right, “Just to check for weapons?”

“Could be just to mess with our heads,” He shrugged, “Psychological torture.”

“Wow,” She whistled, “You haven’t changed one bit. How do you say the scariest things with a straight face?”

“You can’t see my face,” Jacin countered, still feeling up the wall, “I could be smiling.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile.”

“And you never will,” He promised, now knocking on the metal to check for hollow spots.

“Aha!”

Jacin turned away just in time as a sharp spear of white light sliced through the darkness and shone right onto his face. He blinked away brown spots as the flashlight now pointed to the wall he’d been blindly examining, Cress on the tail end of it, holding what looked like a tube of lipstick.

“Lip-light!” She said helpfully, though he hadn’t bothered to ask. The unexpected brightness had only confirmed what he’d been afraid of.

“Nothing,” Jacin said flatly, a flicker of fear colouring his tone. The walls were as smooth as the floor; there was no way out.

Cress didn’t say anything as he sunk to the floor, his back to the wall and tried to focus on a solution. Maybe the perpetrators would attempt to contact with them through a built-in speaker. Or some kind of chute? But he knew that it’d be too late by then; they were goners if they waited for any kind of acknowledgement from the people who’d kidnapped them.

Jacin watched Cress wander around the room in no particular order, shining her lipstick-flashlight in each corner before finally coming to sit beside him. He hadn’t realised he’d shifted away until she shook her head in disbelief.

“Really, Jacin? I’m not contagious, y’know,” she huffed, hugging her knees to her chest.

“So those yoga pants were a deliberate decision then?” He couldn’t help himself.

“Ha. Ha.” She switched off the light, plunging them into darkness again, “I get it. You’re too cool to hang out with your nobody friends now.”

“I never said that.”

“Well, you sure act like it,” Cress sighed, her voice sounding strangely old, “Scarlet and Wolf ask about you all the time, even Iko wants to know why you never reply to her comms or her vidlink invites or the e-birthday-cards she sends every year.”

Jacin noticed she’d chosen to omit a certain space Captain from her list of well-wishers but refrained from asking why. It wasn’t his business, after all.

“Scarlet asks about me?” He said instead.

He remembered the redheaded Earthen girl Winter had so impulsively befriended; the two had gotten off on the wrong foot, and it was impossible to imagine them tolerating one another, much less her actively being concerned for his well-being.

“You haven’t shown up for the last three anniversary dinners,” Cress listed off the top of her head.

“You never participate in our group vidlinks– even Cinder turns up and she’s a princess for star’s sake!– and, up until a few weeks ago you didn’t even set foot outside Artemisia.”

“This has nothing to do with Winter,” Jacin replied reflexively. Maybe he’d gotten used to the temperature, but the room seemed oddly humid now, something like sweat prickling the back of his neck.

She gasped like she’d caught him in the act, “And don’t get me started on that whole scandal with Princess Winter! I commed you so many times–“

“Cress,” He warned, “Drop it.”

“It would’ve been nice to get a comm back y’know,” she pressed, “I was worried about you.”

His breath caught in his throat.

“I’m worried about you.”

Winter turned her big, doe-like eyes on him, closing the box he’d just given her. Blood and shame coloured his cheeks, and he was glad no one else was around to see them.

“Look at me.”

She took his pale, shaking hands in her own steady ones.

“Maybe we should take a break.”

“Jacin?”

He snapped awake like he’d been shot.

Jacin was splayed out on the floor, blinking away a shorter blackout than what he was used to. Cress hovered over him, her cool fingers on his sweaty brow, the lip-light illuminating the grey, stony ceiling above them.

He caught her wrists and pushed them away. Gently, he hoped, as her eyes flashed with hurt.

“Please,” he said tightly, propping himself up, I just need some space. She pursed her lips but scooted back.

The air had gotten thicker, a humid soup bowl of sweat and the faint smell of burnt plastic, and both he and Cress were sweating now. He reached behind him, pressing one palm to the wall in confusion and felt it pulse with warmth. What?

“Was that normal?” Cress asked finally, looking over his shoulder, “Do you faint like that regularly?”

“I don’t faint,” He replied, absent-mindedly checking the ground beside him for where he’d tossed their ropes.

“Jacin you just collapsed out of nowhere,” concern bled into her voice, “Are you seeing a doctor?”

“I’m fine, Cress.”

Jacin waved her away as his hands found the thick, white cords that’d been used to tie them up. Parts of the plastic-resin had melted into itself, softening and curling into useless putty, while the rest stayed firm.

“But–“

“Pass me the light.” He said, his voice sharp.

She handed over the lip-light, startled, and he rose quickly, now heading over to the metal bench they’d been tied to. Jacin turned the little flashlight to the ceiling right above it and swore. Loudly. He should’ve known.

His sudden outburst drew Cress from her place on the floor and she looked up to the small panel illuminated by the light. A thin groove along the wall, nearly imperceptible if you weren’t looking for it specifically but big enough for a person to get out of if they managed to flip it open.

“Quick,” he said, handing her back the flashlight, “Get on my back.”

She hesitated for a few seconds before he grabbed her arm and placed the lip-light in her palm, closing her fist over it.

“Cress,” He tried not to tint his words with the bitter tang of fear that was already churning in his stomach.

“We need to go now. This whole place's about to become a sweatbox.”

Her eyes widened.

Jacin had suspected as much, the moment he’d woken from the drug-haze. Though he hadn’t been assigned to oversee the torture of criminals and political prisoners under Levana’s rule, he’d watched as those who were returned to the barracks covered in scars and grime, whispering amongst themselves about entire rooms undergoing severe renovations to accommodate the Queen’s insatiable appetite for large-scale persecution.

One of those rooms was this: made of volcanic rock and metal, the hot air released into the room would be trapped within its walls, ideal for inflicting severe dehydration, intense burns, or even death (based on their crimes), without the unnecessary need for human contact. The method was so impassive and guilt-free, Jacin would’ve commended Levana’s ingenuity, if he didn’t hate her with every fibre of his being.

The only problem was, he had no way of knowing wether their attackers intended on slowly wasting them away, or burning them to a crisp, but he didn’t want to stay and find out.

“Alright,” Cress said finally, popping the lip-light between her teeth.

Jacin turned and crouched obediently, waiting for her to climb onto his back.

A few awkward seconds later (she was heavier than he remembered too), Jacin climbed onto the metal bench, his bare feet bristling with discomfort - the chair was hotter than the floor - and waited for her to push open the grooved panel.

Cress’s arms barely reached the ceiling, her legs swinging from his shoulders, but she didn’t complain.

“‘ow’d you mow ao’out dis exshhit amyway?” She mumbled from above him, flashlight still in her mouth.

“Training.” He replied curtly, but continued when he felt her stiffen, “One of the guards got trapped in a sweatbox-room once and I helped get him out.”

Cress fell silent for a few minutes, and all he could hear was the sound of scraping as her hands struggled to find purchase on the metal.

“There’s some kind of weight on it,” She said out of breath, tucking the lip-light away, “I can’t push it open.”

“I think I need to stand.”

He paled. The metal under his feet had begun to sear.

“I don’t know if that’s–“

It was too late, she was already hosting herself up using both her hands and feet, as Jacin did his best to keep his balance without burning his foot off. The longest ten seconds of his life later, Cress was able to push open the creaky panel a fraction, her feet firmly plastered on his shoulders.

“See anything?” He called, wiping away the sweat that dripped into his eyes.

“Like what?” She whispered back, trying to peek through the opening. He could think of a few things. Guns. Guards. Security cameras, depending on where they were.

“Anything.” He repeated instead.

Cress huffed and attempted to push the wall again, recoiling in shock from the heat.

“It’s burning– Are you–“

“I’ll live,” he grit his teeth, “Any progress on that escape hatch?”

She shook her head instead of answering and proceeded to lean all her weight onto the panel instead. Jacin wondered if the hiss of flesh on metal was coming from above or below him.

The hatch creaked again, this time longer and more pronounced, and Cress let out another happy Aha! before struggling to pull herself up and out.

He felt the weight on his shoulders disappear slowly, then all at once, and looked up to see that a portion of the wall was fully open, gaping out into the night sky.

Jacin felt his throat tighten for the second time that day.

How long had it been since he’d seen the stars?

At one point in his life, the stars were the only things that’d kept him going. No, that wasn’t completely true: Winter had been the only thing that’d kept him going.

He lived for her, he breathed for her. He’d died for her. Again and again. But now she was gone. Sitting somewhere far within the depths of the palace in Artemisia, smiling and laughing and loving someone else. Watching the stars with someone who wasn’t him.

“There’s a rope-ladder thing here,” Cress popped into frame, blotting out the stars with her curled blonde bangs, and Jacin caught himself just in time. The knife-twist in his heart had momentarily distracted him from his burning feet.

“Just grab on, I’ll try to pull you up as far I can.”

A few seconds later, what looked like a climbing rope made out of interlocking metal links, dropped down from the opening.

Jacin shook his head and grabbed onto the chain, clearing his thoughts. Enough. This wasn’t the time or place to sit and mope like a beaten dog. He’d have plenty of time for regret, once he was back in his apartment, alone, where he could spend the rest of his days blacking out.

The chain went taught as he began to climb and it was all he could do not to imagine Cress on the other side, pulling and pulling to keep him up. He grabbed ahold of the burning metal and hoisted himself onto the roof, sweat sizzling as it dripped off his arms, and collapsed on his side.

As he took gasping breaths, his burnt skin scalding under the cool night air; he felt the vibrations of the metal as Cress too flopped down beside him, the edges of her pixie cut tickling his cheek.

For one brief beautiful moment, Jacin pretended it was Winter laying beside him instead. That it was Winter’s soft curls on his face, and her honeyed giggle that would echo into the dawn that drew close.

Any second now he would turn to the side, and she would look up at him with her gold-flecked eyes and say I do. Of course I do, Jacin. I love you, with that sweet, lilting voice of hers and everything would be okay. She wouldn’t close the box, she wouldn’t take his hands, she wouldn’t say the dreaded words that left him so empty he’d nearly drank himself to death.

“Hey.. are.. okay..”

Her voice trailed away as he closed his eyes, stars imprinted on the back of his eyelids. Any second now.

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insomniarambling · 4 years

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(Mostly) Post!Canon Jaciter HCS

(These are just for funsies and by no means canon, except in my NG/fan universe)

Jacin

Used to do Winter’s hair, doing delicate hairstyles weaving flowers and ribbons through her hair

It relaxed both of them and it is something they still do

Would DIE if anyone found out

Which is a lie, he did Cress’ hair for her wedding

I imagine that the only thing that keeps Iko from doing her hair is some malfunction Cinder couldn’t immediately fix

Imagine Cress freaking out just because Iko was the only one that could really do hair out of the girls and Winter pipes up from the back “ Jacin can do it” and everyone turns to stare at her. Cinder remembers the care he took with the bouquets at Wolf/ Scar’s wedding and laughs. He shocks everyone after doing a beautiful job with the delicate braid Cress picked out

Eventually becomes a doctor, specifically pediatric care

Grows his hair out long and lets the farm kids braid it. (and even put flowers in it but don't tell Throne or Cinder)

He kept his hair as long as he could without being punished when he was a guard as a little rebellion.

Gradually allows himself to feel openly again (I think he is a very soft man that was never allowed to show emotion.)

He cried when Winter proposed, cried when he saw Winter walking down the isle, cried when Justice was born, etc. definitely grows up to be a soft dad.

While Cinder and Thorne tease him sometimes, they never tease him about his softness because he was never allowed to show emotions before.

Still has a dry, yet sassy sense of humor

Winter

Her and Jacin are surprisingly the last married

She proposed because Jacin was waiting to make sure she was 1000% ready even though she had been ready since she was 14.

Doesn’t have hallucinations from her gift anymore but does still have them occasionally due to PTSD

Her PTSD has roots in her childhood and previous hallucinations but got really bad after using her gift during the war

Has returned to Luna twice since leaving, for her wedding and for Jutice’s training

Stayed for a couple years after the wedding to help rebuild the outer sectors and allow Jacin to study medicine

For her wedding because as a beloved (previous) princess she wanted her people to see her married

Garrison Clay walked her down the aisle

Scarlet was her maid of honor

Worked in the outer sectors for a few years where she met Nova (Benoit) and notified Scar and Wolf, who would eventually adopt her

Left Luna and moved a few miles away from Scar and Wolf’s farm

Traveled a bit but ultimately stepped down as Lunar ambassador when she found out she was pregnant because her health was very fragile.

Helps out at Scar and Wolf’s farm and also owns some of her own animals

She has a fat white Shetland pony, named Ruyu and some geese, ducks, and chickens

#jacin clay #winter hayle blackburn #the lunar chronicles #tlc #jacinter #myhcs #tlchc #headcanons #tlc headcanons #chickenarts #nova beniot #justice clay

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princessselene126 · 4 years

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Comforting a Panic Attack Headcanons

Someone recently asked for how certain members of the rampion crew would comfort or help someone through a panic attack. I decided to do all the Rampion characters, because why not? They can be read as platonic or romantic. I hope these make you feel a little better Disney Paris girl :)

masterlist

Cinder

She’s really not good at emotions, so she might panic a bit on the inside because she doesn’t know how to help someone through a panic attack.

After a few seconds she’d snap herself out of it, and look up how to help

She’d make sure you sit down

She’d try to ground you by talking about mechanical things--things she knows well--and about how annoying Thorne is, hoping to get you to laugh.

Kai

He’s much more equipped to handle panic attacks than you’d think. Part of being an emperor is knowing how to deal with high stress situations.

He tries getting you to take deep breaths and to ground yourself by counting 5 things you can see, 4 things you can touch, 3 things you can hear, 2 things you can smell, and 1 thing you can taste (that's an actual grounding technique I frequently use btw).

He’s also down to hug you if that’s what you need.

Iko

She can’t actually go through panic attacks herself, but just like Cinder, she immediately looks up how to handle one.

She;s a good person to have in this situation because she won’t get overcome with panic herself and she won’t overly worry about you even though she wishes she could.

She’ll hug you and ask what you need. If you can’t talk, she’ll make sure to ask yes or no questions so you can nod or shake your head.

Scarlet

She’s more familiar with the idea of panic attacks. She hasn’t explicitly experienced one herself (not to my memory at least), but she knows what it’s like to be overwhelming scared, even if she doesn’t often show it.

She’ll ask if you want to talk about it. If you don’t, she’s more than happy to sit there with you, or to hug you however long you need it. She’s there no matter wha

Will gently rub your back if you so desire.

Wolf

He has no idea what to do, this poor man.

He knows something is wrong based on how your hands shake or how your eyes frantically dart around.

He’d pull you aside and ask what’s wrong. Once he realizes what’s going on, he’d help to remove you from the situation that caused the panic attack. In his eyes, the sooner you’re removed from the cause, the better.

Cress

She’s unsure what to do and she’s very worried about you.

She may have read up on a lot of things in her satelite, but panic attacks were not one of those subjects.

She feels lost and helpless, and would probably have to ask someone else what to do/how to help you the first time it happens.

After that, she understands much better, and would sing to you.

Thorne

He was in the military (even though it wasn’t for long), so he’s seen his fair share of panic attacks because of PTSD and all that fun stuff.

To many people’s surprise, he’d be one of the best people to have around when you’re having a panic attack. He knows exactly what to do, how to do it, and when it needs to be done.

Depending on what you need, he’d remove you from the situation, distract you by talking, or ground you by holding you in his arms.

Winter

She’s also familiar with panic attacks.You can thank hallucinations from lunar sickness for that.

She’s the type that will drop whatever she’s doing and hug you while whispering “It’s going to be okay. Tell me what you need.”

If you’re not verbal in the moment,Just like Iko, she’ll ask yes or no questions to try and help as much as she can.

Jacin

He’s also familiar with panic attacks (especially once he becomes a doctor)

He’s confident in his actions and doesn’t show even a hint of anxiety on his face--only concern and compassion.

He’d remove you from the situation and make sure you have some juice or something to eat so that you have something to focus on. He’d also talk to you, tell you about his day or something completely random.

#rampion crew #headcanons #tlc headcanons #linh cinder #Scarlet Benoit #cress darnel #princess winter #iko #emperor kai #wolf kesley #carswell thorne #jacin clay #lunar chronicles #the lunar chronicles #mine #my post #my headcanon

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randomfandomimagine · 6 years

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Headcanon Masterlist Part 2

Check out all the headcanons with the headcanon tag!

KOFI - WATTPAD - AO3

Part 1 of this masterlist!

10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU

Kat & Reader Having Class Together (request)

BIG FISH

Spending Halloween On Spectre (request)

BIG HERO 6

Tadashi’s Famous Singer S/O (request)

BROOKLYN NINE-NINE

Jake Finding Out Amy Is Pregnant (request)

Jake And A Plus Size Detective Reader (request)

Jake Defending Trans Reader (request)

Jake Worried When Reader Goes Undercover (request)

Jake & Amy’s Future Child’s Name

BUFFY

Spike Proposing To Reader (request)

Buffy, Willow, Xander & Spike Reuniting With Reader (request)

CROSSOVER

Cloud & Steve Being Reunited Old Friends (request) [FFVII & Marvel]

Avengers In Midgard (request) [Marvel & God Of War]

Kratos vs Wolverine (request) [X-Men & God Of War]

Chocobros + Rampion Crew (request) [Final Fantasy XV & The Lunar Chonicles]

DIVERGENT

Four Watching His Male Crush Get Killed (request)

Babysitters (request)

Being Four’s Sibling & Leaving Abnegation (request)

DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN

Connor Reacts To Reader’s Glitched Records (request)

Connor In Halloween (request)

Daniel & Human Reader (request)

Falling In Love With Chloe (request)

Connor Comforting Reader During Panic Attack (request)

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Reader Wearing Cloud’s Clothes (request)

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Jealous Genesis (request)

FINAL FANTASY XV

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Mustang Reader Dating Edward (request)

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GOOD OMENS

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GREASE

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HARRY POTTER

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Dorm Boys’ Favorite TV Shows (request)

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HEROES

Single Valentine’s Day (request)

JOHN WICK

John’s House

KINGDOM HEARTS

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Celebrating Halloween With Sora (request)

Winter With Sora (request)

LORD OF THE RINGS

Cuddling Boromir (request)

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MARVEL

Bucky And Steve’s Short S/O (request)

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Avengers Hogwarts Houses

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Tony Stuck In A Closet (request)

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Stephen Strange’s Sweet S/O (request)

MERLIN

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justminawrites · 11 months

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Satellites

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1 | 2 | TBC

Summary: Six years after the Lunar Revolution, everything has changed for Crescent Moon Darnel. Now a top notch Lunar government official, Cress spends her time sifting through Lunar databases identifying the millions of people who went missing during Levana's reign, when she comes across a glitch that holds the fate of the entire country in its code. With the help of former lunar guard (and current recluse) Jacin Clay, Cress races against time to uncover a dangerous plot that could change the increasingly volatile tensions between Earth and Luna forever.

“UNFORTUNATELY THIS UNIT IS UNABLE TO PERMIT VISITORS AT THE MOMENT—“

Cress pressed the buzzer by the door for the fifteenth time and resisted the urge to swear into it.

Anyone who didn’t know better would assume that the occupants of the unit were merely out for the night, but she couldn’t be fooled that easily. She’d tracked down the IP address of his port-screen which had led her to this motel at the outskirts of the capital city, Artemisia, and remained unchanged for a week.

He hadn’t left his unit in a week.

“UNIT NUMBER TWO-FOUR-TWO—” The automated voice was cold and unfeeling, as was the sudden breeze that swooped in out of nowhere and stung the back of her neck.

“Jacin— let me in!” She nearly squeaked into the built-in microphone by the buzzer, as another gust of wind ran right through her flimsy apparel. Today was not a good day for yoga pants.

“—STATE YOUR NAME AND PURPOSE OF VISIT TO CONTINUE.”

“Crescent Moon Darnel” she repeated, “Here on official Government business”

“UNFORTUNATELY THIS UNIT IS UNABLE TO PERMIT VISITORS AT THE MOMENT. PLEASE LEAVE YOUR LUNAR ID NUMBER TO BE NOTIFIED OF THE EARLIEST AVAILABLE APPOINTMENT DATE TO SCHEDULE YOUR VISIT.“

“Jacin Clay, I swear to All the Stars I will break this—”

“It’s hard to take you seriously when you say things like Government business”

Cress blinked and stepped back as the door beeped and slid outward to reveal a fraction of a scruffy blonde beard and one blue-gray eye that somehow managed to look both disapproving and exasperated at the same time.

“What do you want, Cress?”

She crossed her arms.

“A ‘Hello Cress, haven’t seen you in a while. Sorry for leaving you outside to freeze off your ass’ would be nice to hear.”

“Hello Cress,” Jacin said through gritted teeth, “What do you want?”

“Did you get my email about the job-“

“Yes, and I clearly stated in that email, that I don’t want it.”

“But the-“

“No.”

“But we’ll be-“

“No.”

“Just give me five-“

“No.”

Cress pinched the bridge of her nose and released a breath to keep from losing her temper. If she’d known Jacin would be this uncooperative she probably would’ve been better off risking her luck alone. Or with the state approved guard she’d been so quick to refuse, Liam something… Caine? Kinney?

“If that’s all you wanted, then you should leave.”

Cress scrambled for a solution as the door began to slide shut once more.

“It’s about Princess Winter,” she blurted, and the beeping stopped. A long silence seemed to stretch between them and she had the strange urge to hold her breath.

Everyone knew that the lunar princess and her bodyguard had broken up almost half a year ago; it was plastered across all the tabloids and net-zines, creating quite the scandal. Nobody knew why, of course, but Jacin quit working at the palace soon after. Cress had heard the news from one of the team members in her department and commed Jacin immediately. He never opened it.

“You said it wasn’t about Winter” Jacin said finally. She could hear the frown in his voice and realised she’d written herself into a corner; automatically reaching out to tug on a lock of her hair for comfort.

The job had nothing to do with Princess Winter really, but she’d finally gotten the council to approve her solo mission under the condition that she be accompanied by a trained agent, i.e., former lunar guard Jacin Clay, who’d been missing for the past six months. So she’d chased him down with a single lead, stood outside his unit all evening and probably acquired some kind of new moon-frostbite in doing so and wasn’t about to give up without him at least hearing her out.

“Right,” she began as the door slid open a little farther, now revealing a faded white t shirt, “Yes, right, I did say that it wasn’t about Princess Winter in the email.. because I didn’t want.. it to.. um, get compromised?”

Not her best execution but it seemed to do the trick. The door slid open completely and Cress stepped into the unit, warmth flooding her from all sides and seeping right into her skin. She released a shudder as Jacin typed a few buttons on the touchpad by the doorframe which automatically lit up the room.

Cress immediately wished it hadn’t.

Calling the unit messy would be an understatement of massive proportions. She smelt the alcohol before she saw it. Rows and rows of reusable cans were scattered around the unit in a weirdly precise manner; some were stacked up against one another, some were carefully placed beside one another in a semicircular pattern, under and over the furniture and some were simply unopened.

It was a controlled sort of chaos and she didn’t know wether or not to bring it up as Jacin walked past her and plopped down on the grey sofa. At least now Cress knew what he’d been doing all week.

Wisely, she chose not to bring up the room and simply sat down on the closest thing she could find— a coffee table adjacent to the sofa. Jacin winced as she accidentally displaced a can and rubbed his face irritatedly. Now that she could see him better in the light, it was clear that he hadn’t slept in a while. The bags under his eyes were rubbed raw, his eyelids were puffy and he was still in his boxers.

Cress would’ve normally been embarrassed; he was so different from the polished, professional lunar guard she’d met a few years ago, but now she couldn’t bring herself to feel anything but pity. The breakup really did a number on him.

“Would you quit it.”

“Quit what?”

“Stop it. Stop looking at me like I’m some kind of charity case.”

But still the same snarky Jacin.

“I’m not!”

“Look, Cress, your face is an open book alright? Just cut it out. I’m completely fine.”

Cress rolled her eyes. He did not look fine. He had never looked less fine in all the time she’d seen him and she’d seen him nearly die multiple times— but she pursed her lips and turned away.

It’s not your business, It’s not your business, she repeated the words her therapist had her memorise, in her head. Jacin and you might’ve been friends once but a lot has changed now and it. is. not. your. business.

“So,” she said out loud, “Cans huh?”

Jacin looked at her in disbelief.

“If you ever need to talk,” she tried again much to Jacin’s chagrin, “I know someone that can—”

“The only thing I need to talk about is how this job has anything to do with Winter” he snapped.

‘You idiot.’ Cress mentally scolded herself, Dr. Miriam would be disappointed in her. She really should’ve minded her own business.

“Well, it’s about that glitch I found in one of the databases regarding Lunar immigration—”

“I read the email Cress,” he sighed, “You think it’s some kind of encryption.”

“Exactly, and just last week one of the council members received a notification with the same base code as the glitch—“

“Wait— council members?” Jacin looked at her, surprised, “The Lunar Council’s behind all this?”

“Yes, but just the surface level stuff—” Cress opened her mouth to backtrack but his eyebrows narrowed immediately.

“Is that why you contacted me? Because you needed someone to advocate for the council again?”

Jacin’s relationship with the newly appointed Lunar Council was precarious on a good day, but after everything that happened at their last Annual General Meeting it had derailed into outright hostility.

Cress chewed the inside of her cheek guiltily; she was partly to blame for that debacle, after all.

“Jacin, this wasn’t Nova’s call—“

But he wasn’t listening to her anymore– Jacin had risen to his feet and begun pacing around the room in brisk, controlled strides, keeping well within his can-stacked path. She watched him walk into the kitchen and walk back out, somehow not upsetting a single aluminium-alloy can from its position despite his animated monologue.

“I knew it! I knew leaving the council to her was a bad move. Let me guess, she wants me to grovel at her feet again. I bet she would just love it if if I came crawling back—”

The ‘she’ in reference to Jacin’s tirade was, of course, the newly instated Lunar Head of the Biochemical Research Wing, Sybil Nova. Daughter of the late Sybil Mira (Head Thaumaturge and Cress’s personal tormentor), and having established a fairly positive reputation within the Lunar community for being a shell herself, Nova was, on paper, the perfect candidate for the job.

Except for the fact that she opposed the existence of lunar guards.

Jacin was on a roll.

“Whose stupid idea was it to nominate the daughter of Levana’s old lapdog as the face of the new Lunar Democracy anyway, they’re the real idiots here–”

“Public vote,” Cress chimed in, but he steamrolled right through her, talking to himself now.

“And why appoint ME of all people, with such a futile mission– oh, I know damn well why. She just wants me to come back empty handed so she can rub it in my face; ‘see this is why the lunar guard is so outdated.. now if we sent a mecCorp to do his job’–“

“IT WAS ME, ALRIGHT?!” Cress yelled finally, unable to take much more of his ranting.

“What?”

She swallowed slowly, nails biting into her palms as she curled her fists.

“It was me. I asked for you to be assigned to the mission.”

Jacin sat back down.

An awkward silence shuffled between them until Jacin finally leaned forward to try to meet her eyes. Cress’s gaze, however, was stubbornly affixed to the floor.

“Cress..” He trailed away, unable to find the words.

“I know you’re still mad at me for what happened.”

“I’m not—“

“And,” she pressed on, “That’s fine if you are. I won’t apologise for what I did that day. But this could be bigger than the both of us.”

Jacin shook his head and looked up to his white-grey ceiling.

“What are you doing, Cress.”

It almost felt like a rhetorical statement when he said it but Cress bristled all the same.

She considered kicking one of the can dominoes out of pure spite but refrained after seeing Jacin’s expression.

“I’m trying to save my country, Jacin, our country— and I need your help.”

This finally got his attention.

Jacin rose and helped her up; Cress took his hand confusedly but before she could say anything he’d already guided her to the door and slid it open.

“Goodbye, Cress.” he said with a note of finality, and locked her out.

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Ah.

Cress debated punching the metal but decided that she wasn’t going to go back with both broken knuckles and a broken promise. They’d just have to settle for one.

Sighing, she trudged back to her hover and pulled up the notifications on her portscreen. It read: 3 unopened comms.

Wow. Three already? Carol must be in a bad mood if she sent her three comms within the hour, Cress frowned as she held out her arm, scanning her wrist to open the hover doors. Usually her stringent supervisor refused to go over one, extremely long vidlink that often involved public scolding for a rise in budget costs, even though Cress was sure that they were paying hourly and not per comm. She’d held her tongue anyway, she didn’t need to give Carol yet another reason to hate her.

The hover beeped and deducted 50 univs from her chip but before the doors could flick open, Cress felt something hard and cold press into the back of her head. She didn’t need to turn to know it was a gun.

She slowly raised her arms in surrender.

Stay calm, she thought to herself, you’ve been trained for this. But her heart was beating so loud that Cress might have completely missed what her assailant said if they had not punctured each word with a jab to her head.

“Get. Down. Now.”

Cress obediently dropped to her knees. Unfortunately, the hover was shielding both her and her attacker from the windows of the apartment complex so even if someone had conveniently managed to look outside, they wouldn’t be able to see her.

“What—” She began.

“Be quiet.”

Cress tried to steady her breathing and focus.

This must be a robbery, and seeing as her attacker didn’t attempt to use any glamour, they were most likely a shell. The voice sounded muffled, so the attacker was probably wearing a mask— an escaped convict maybe? Someone who didn’t want to be immediately caught and handed in to the guard. Her fingers twitched; it would take all of four seconds to reach into her hover and pull out the standard-issue taser she’d left in the front seat.

Cress knew she should’ve had it on her at all times, but she didn’t want Jacin to think she’d taser him into submission if he didn’t agree.

The attacker seemed to be rummaging around for something behind her and swearing quietly, giving her enough time to discreetly flick her wrist. Nothing happened for one second, two and then the hover doors clicked open smoothly, opening outwards like insect wings, blinding the attacker for two infinitely precious seconds and Cress quickly lunged to the side just as the gunshot resounded all around her.

“Shit— Shit!”

She rose quickly. Now that she had a clearer view of the perpetrator she was taken aback by how young they seemed to look.

Big brown eyes were their only visible features, with both their hair and the lower half of their face, as Cress had guessed, concealed under a black hood and mask. They were clothed in an inconspicuous outfit, with pale, freckled arms jutting out of an oversized vest, grey pants and hiking boots. She ducked behind the hover again as another gunshot ripped through the night.

Cress just had to reach into the hover for her weapon and it would all be over, but this kid was making it way more difficult than it needed to be.

“Hey!” She called out, trying to distract the attacker, “You don’t want to do this.”

“Shut up, Ungifted.” The attacker spat.

Well, okay then. Cress scooted closer to the unlocked hover and blindly reached inside, mentally cursing her lack of foresight. She should’ve expected that someone would’ve recognised her, even though it’d been nearly six years since the Lunar Revolution.

Their faces had been broadcast over and over like celebrities and there was even a time where she couldn’t walk to her hover without getting ambushed by paparazzi. This was probably some kind of ransom situation.

Her fingers closed around a hard, box like device just as the attacker turned and pointed the gun right between her eyes.

Cress held her breath. She would’ve been scared if she hadn’t noticed the slight tremor in the attacker’s hand. Her hands had shook the same way when she’d first held a gun.

“Get up.”

She quickly scanned the area around her for a distraction but found nothing. She was facing the units directly now. Frowning she tried to discreetly pull the taser out but the attacker narrowed their eyes in suspicion and brought the gun closer. Just as she was about to consider conceding the taser in favour of a well-timed kick, the door to a unit slid open and the last person she’d expected to see walked out.

Jacin?

Noticing the sudden shock in her eyes, her attacker turned quickly giving Cress enough time to pull her hand out of the hover and pull the trigger on the taser. Two thin silver wires shot out of the device and caught the attacker right in the neck, immobilising them and causing them to drop the gun.

Cress quickly kicked it away as they crumpled to the ground, and it slid across the paved road, spinning and spinning until it came to rest at Jacin’s feet.

Cress waved at him awkwardly— he looked too shocked to wave back, before she pressed the trigger again and the wires reeled back into her weapon.

A small part of her was grateful that he’d walked out at just the right time but an even smaller part of her was proud he’d seen her fight and win. It probably wouldn’t change his mind about the job but it would change his mind about her. See, she wanted to say, I’m not weak, I can take care of myself.

“Cress! Move! ”

She dropped the taser, alarmed and looked up to see Jacin clutching the gun tightly, pointing it right beside her head.

“What—“ she began but never finished her sentence.

The last thing Cress remembered was the sound of glass shattering as the hover door beside her exploded and feeling a tiny needle prick the back of her neck, before her world turned dark and she passed out.

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Titanic AU Characters

Okay so here I have the basic information about the characters in the Lunar Chronicles Titanic Au. Now that I’m done with these I’m gonna start working on the plot. I won’t post that, because I don’t wanna spoil what’s going to happen in it. I will let you know when I finish plotting though. ANYWAY. Please don’t rip off my ideas. Yes, the characters are technically Marissa Meyer’s, and I got the idea for a Titanic Au from @nova-artino-is-a-queen (Again thank you and you’re wonderful.), but most of the ideas (aside from the very basics) in this story won’t be from the Lunar Chronicles books or the movie Titanic. Thank you

MAIN CHARACTERS

Cinder Linh

16 going on 17

Second class (On the verge of falling into third class because Adri spends too much money on keeping up appearances)

She is indeed, still the lost princess of Luna (but for the sake of this story, Luna is Australia (sorry Australia?)

She was smuggled out of Luna by Logan Tanner and taken in by Michelle Benoit until she was able to get someone (Garan) to take her. She has very vague memories of a redheaded girl that she used to play with

Adopted by Garan and Adri when she was about 4 years old

Lost part of her leg in the fire Levana started, but not her arm (prosthesis weren’t good during this time and I want her to still have a decent ability to fix things with her hands. This will also allow us to for sure have the “losing her foot” thing later.)

Going to America for better opportunities (Garan’s idea)

Prince Kaito

First class

Commonwealth Prince. Basically the same backstory. Mother died when he was young, etc etc. His dad IS alive for now

He will ALWAYS be a sass master, so be prepared for that.

Travelling to America on a political trip for his father’s engagement to Queen Levana

Scarlet Benoit

Third class

Started living with her grandmother when she was younger just like in the books.

Lived on a farm outside Rieux but now moving to America because they couldn’t afford the land they owned anymore

Ze’ev (Wolf) Kesley

Third class (undercover. Is actually second class, working for Jael)

Was taken from his parents at age 12, just like in the books. Not turned into a mutant wolf soldier, but was trained as a spy/ soldier (still thinking on which) for Luna

Has been training/working under Jael since he was taken. This is his first mission out of the country.

“Officially” going to America to try making his way in boxing. Actually going to america to spy.befriend the benoit’s because they know the family has something to do with the lost princess.

Crescent Moon Darnel

First class

Still very shy and reserved. Spent most of her life sitting inside the house reading books and singing opera. On the rare occasion she went out, it was to go see an opera at the theater, then straight home.

Travelling with her father who is the Royal Lunar Family’s personal doctor

Carswell Thorne

Third class

Was cut off from his family's fortune because of his poor behavior

he's the Jack Dawson basically--cons his way into tickets for the titanic, falls in love with Cress, ironically good at art (but there is no way in hell we’re having a “draw me like one of your french girls” scene with cress because she is fucking 16 and I do NOT condone that even though it was considered the norm during this time)

Heading back to America to try and get more money from his parents

Winter Hayle-Blackburn

First class

Stepdaughter to Queen Levana

Has some sort of mental disorder than no one understands what it is. It’s probably some form of PTSD because it started right after she found her father murdered in his room

Everyone says that she’s crazy, of course

Because of her “disease” she isn’t allowed out much and always has to have someone watching her. 9/10 times it’s Jacin because they’ve been friends since childhood

Unfortunately engaged to Aimery Park. She doesn’t want to marry him, but because she’s crazy, they can’t marry her off for an alliance with another country. (Levana also wants to keep her close so she can make sure Winter is miserable)

Jacin Clay

Bodyguard to Princess Winter

Comes from a long line of people who worked for the Royal Family of Luna. Seriously goes back centuries. These people should have been lorded forever ago because of all they’ve done to keep the family safe.

Is very obviously in love with Winter, but is keeping his distance because she’s engaged and he doesn’t want her pig of a fiancee to hurt her because he gets too close

Iko

Maid to the Linh family

She’s the only staff member the Linhs can afford due to declining social status. As such, she’s forced to take on more duties than a normal maid would. Cinder also helps her a lot of the time

Still Cinder’s best friend of course.

Queen Levana Blackburn

First class

Queen of Luna

Trying to gain control of Emperor Rikan’s throne through marriage. May or may not be slowly poisoning him so that he dies after she’s crowned empress

SECONDARY CHARACTERS

Emperor Rikan

Emperor of the Eastern Commonwealth

Wife died several months ago and was looking for a new one when Queen Levana expressed an interest. (It’s possible levana got someone to infect the Empress so that she could marry him)

Konn Torin

Personal adviser to Emperor Rikan

Sybil Mira

Personal adviser to Queen Levana.

Does a lot of Levana’s dirty work that requires stealth

Aimery Park

Duke of Artemisa

Another adviser to Queen Levana

Also does a lot of Levana’s dirty work, but is known more for the gruesome stuff

Garan Linh

Failing inventor. He sold a few prominent things years ago, but is no longer making money from them.

Adri Linh

Was once a prominent socialite (how she managed to marry an upcoming inventor) but is now seen as nothing but a has been.

Pearl Linh

Literally exactly how she is in the books. Mean and desperately trying to get Prince Kai’s attention

Peony Linh

Literally exactly how she is in the books. An angel and desperately trying to get Prince Kai’s attention.

Sage Darnel/ Dmitri Erland

Personal doctor to the Lunar Royal family

Cress was never taken from him, so he’s pretty content with his life.

He’s still that old man that likes to meddle in things that may or may not be his business though

Jael

A general/intelligence director of some kind

Wolf’s boss

Just as much as a dick as in the books

Michelle Benoit

Badass grand-mere. I feel like she’s kinda like Granny in Hoodwinked

Doesn’t officially go missing like in the books, but I feel like she does randomly disappear from time to time, making Scarlet wonder what the hell she’s up to

Luc Benoit

Drunkard, managed to get a third class ticket somehow.

Scarlet doesn’t know he’s on board the ship

Emilie Monfort

Sort-of-best-friend to Scarlet. They’re not just friends, but they’re not best friends either. It’s a very strange middle ground.

Ran Kesley

Also working for Jael like his brother, he’s not supposed to get involved unless Wolf slips up on his mission

Maha Kesley

I would love to include Maha in this somehow because she’s a literal badass, but I'm just not sure how it would fit.

Darla

Literally just tagged along with Thorne because he had an extra ticket. She’ll be the human embodiment of the Rampion

Ryu

Princess Winter’s beloved Samoyed

#titanic au #mine #lunar chronicles au #lunar chronicles #kaider #wolflet #cresswell #wincin #emiko #cinder #scarlet #cress #winter #iko #kai #wolf #thorne #jacin

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