#mav fic

[maverick-prime]

getting back into the groove of writing fic after graduating college and oml it feels so good to write for fun 😭😭😭

[maverick-prime]

UGHHHHHHH writing fanfic is SO HARD. i've rewritten chapter 2 of 7k rpm like THREE times now. this is the best version so far but idek if it feels cohesive and like a natural continuation of the first chapter,,,,,,,,

hoping to have chapter 2 halfway done by the time i have to go back to school this saturday

[abrassaxe]

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Title: Deeds of Gift [Chapter 10/18] Even Deeper Fandom: Jupiter Ascending Rating: T, eventual M Warnings: Canon-typical incestual vibes. Referenced and implied incest. Spoilers. Word Count: 43 795 and climbing Summary: (AU) Balem survives the events of the film, but is prevented from harvesting earth given the disastrous damages done to his main stockworks on Jupiter, and his own personal injury. Jupiter, cognizant of her age, realizes that to keep Earth out of Balem’s clutches, she’ll need to use RegenX-E. This request, however, is not one that Balem intends to grant lightly… Chapter Summary: The intergalatic nobility congregates. The siblings Abrasax are reunited. Some cross words are exchanged. Excerpt Titus claps his hands together, and the platform under them begins to produce a soft humming sound, slowly starting to rotate. Jupiter almost loses her footing, and catches herself leaning on Balem, again. “Shit!” Then, under her breath. “Hope no one heard that.” Balem looks down at her. “I suspect not,” he says, and she knows he’s lying. “All this helping hand bullshit isn’t going to change anything, by the way.” That earns her a sharp look, but no answer as the platform and its glittering cargo descend into the deep. Through the glass walls, there is water on all sides, and swarms of aurous fireflies, which ignite even in these depths. There are murmurs amongst the Entitled and their entourages, but it all melts together, unintelligible. “This is unreal,” Jupiter mumbles, too fixated on the undersea spectacle all around them to notice Titus and Kalique descending from their pedestal. She fails to notice, too, when Kalique splits from her brother to have words with Erato Marchosias, leaving Titus to his own devices. “Miss Jones.” The wonder of their surrounds evaporates the moment he speaks. “I don’t fucking think so,” Jupiter snaps at once. “I believe you’ve been dismissed,” Balem adds as Titus opens his mouth to speak. “Hey, I’m not taking sides,” Jupiter protests. “You’re both garbage.” Link to Chapter One

[abrassaxe]

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Title: Alone Fandom: Jupiter Ascending Rating: T Warnings: Alcohol use and abuse Word Count: 1 126 Excerpt “I can get myself home, thank you very much.” And with that, Chicanery Night spun on his heel, overbalanced, and stumbled immediately into the table behind him. He doubled over it with a yelp and a half-uttered expletive. “I think you’ll find I still don’t need you, Greeghan,” he managed, slowly picking himself up, and dusting off his front (useless, given that what he’d fallen in was spilled beer). Greeghan stood, put a hand on his shoulder, careful to mind his grip. He could bruise Chicanery Night just by breathing on him. “Keep you company on the walk?

[abrassaxe]

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Title: What Was Left Fandom: Jupiter Ascending Rating: General Warnings: Alcohol mention Summary: Mr. Night comes home after the disaster at the Jupiter Refinery. The magnitude of the situation starts to sink in.

[abrassaxe]

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Title: Deeds of Gift [Chapter 5/14] As If She Were Alive Fandom: Jupiter Ascending Rating: PG-13, eventual M Warnings: None but canon-typical incestual vibes. Spoilers. Summary: (AU) Balem survives the events of the film, but is prevented from harvesting earth given the disastrous damages done to his main stockworks on Jupiter, and his own personal injury. Jupiter, cognizant of her age, realizes that to keep Earth out of Balem’s clutches, she’ll need to use RegenX-E. This request, however, is not one that Balem intends to grant lightly… Chapter Summary: Jupiter accompanies Balem to Icaraxe, where Kalique awaits them in a floating alcazar. Caine Wise catches up. Link to Chapter One

[abrassaxe]

Bless You

Some h/c Julem fluff for the very finest space princess I know, on her birthday. <3

The room is a disaster. Shattered glass strews the floor like the wreck of distant galaxies, and the glossy black curtains are half-open and torn. Outside a nameless planet rotates on an indifferent axis. A vase that once held flowers lies on its side, life-giving water spilled on the cold stone floor. Plush cushions are split, white feather insides scattered. Even the hovering end table hands off-kilter in the air. The bed, surrounded by heavy curtains that are not quite as harrowed as those which frame the window, is the only thing not somehow askew. “Balem?” Jupiter picks her way over the glass, glad for her sturdy boots. A hoarse sound stirs the curtains. “Are you in there?” Another hoarse sound, perhaps an exhalation. “You know, Beauty and the Beast came out like 25 years ago. This whole west wing aesthetic is old news.” “Go away.”

“Not happening.” Jupiter edges toward the bed. “You scared Mr. Night, and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t have a startle response anymore.” “I said go away.” “I heard.” Her fingertips graze the curtain, the motion of which alerts the sulking space tycoon, who lets out a strained shriek. “Don’t!” It’s too late. The curtains rasp open to unveil Balem Abrasax, sprawled on his back on top of the covers, wrapped in little more than a sheer robe. His eyes are bleary, and a thin sheen of sweat leaves his ashen skin glistening. “Wow.” Jupiter’s eyebrows arch. “You look miserable. Are you… Are you sick?” “Sick,” he whispers in confirmation, as if it is a deathbed confession. If not for the congestion, she might even have been able to take it seriously. “I am an insult to my mother’s industry.” “That’s a bit melo –” “You cannot understand,” he cuts across her, struggling to sit up, his chest splotchy with fever. She almost expects him to burrow under the covers like a petulant child might, but he hardly looks as if he can muster the strength. “My mother made me for better.” “Well, your mother’s not here.” Jupiter reaches out to touch the back of her hand to Balem’s forehead, but he shrinks from her. “Do not touch me.” She doesn’t attempt, again, to close that distance, but takes a seat on the edge of the bed. She can hear his breath rattling in his chest, and whistling out his stuffy nose. Even scowling, those striking, eternal eyes fixed on her, he looks pitiful. Never in a hundred years had Jupiter expected to see Balem Abrasax with a nose full of snot. “Isn’t this an easy thing to fix?” she asks. “It is humiliating. I am an Abrasax.” “An Abrasax in serious need of some cough syrup.” Balem grimaces, then settling back onto the cushions, and rolling over onto his side to face away from her. “Leave me alone.” “What, so you can sniffle yourself to death when you’ve got the miracle cure? Everyone gets sick.” “We were meant to be perfect!” The exclamation triggers a fit of coughing, and his shoulders shake. “Perfect… She made us to be perfect.” “What does that even mean? What’s perfect? Never ever getting a cold ever? Turning out exactly like some blueprint said you should? You’ve got plenty more flaws than a proneness to head colds, Balem.” He makes a sound that is either a sniff or a scoff, but is either way, somewhat less miserable-sounding. Jupiter reaches out a cautious hand, then, and runs her fingers through his hair. It’s a gamble, but he doesn’t shout, or even stir. “You’re a mess,” she mutters, “but why don’t you start with getting over this cold and work your way up?” Balem looks over his shoulder, rolling partway over. He frowns, parts his lips to speak. Then he sneezes. It’s a deafening sound, and Jupiter about jumps out of her skin. She does let out a shriek, the sound half-strangled as she tries to suppress it and fails. She stands, rubbing damp off her arm. “I’m taking that as a yes.” The corner of Balem’s mouth turns up, just for a second, ancient miseries just as briefly forgotten in favour of smug satisfaction. It’s better than the revulsion Jupiter had expected. “Stay put, snot-monster,” she says, beginning to pick her way back over the broken glass and overturned furniture. “Jupiter…” His voice stops her, and she turns. Just for a moment, she can almost believe he means to thank her. The hope perishes quickly, as he continues. “Tell no one of this.” “What, that the illustrious Balem Abrasax snotted all over my arm? Your secret’s safe with me.”

[abrassaxe]

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Title: Surface Tension Fandom: Jupiter Ascending Rating: Mature Warnings: Incest, pregnancy, emotional/psychological abuse Summary: Seraphi Abrasax is withchild, but not with her first child. Notes: For lieutenant-mairon with whom I discuss such dark subject matter as produces fics like these.