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Research for fic purposes.

Why do you think (personal headcanons or theories) that Luke and Emily were fighting before he ran out? How long did the arguments last before it happened? Was it just parental overprotectiveness or was it a fundamental disagreement?

Put your thoughts in the notes, I want to talk about them!

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Happy Valentine's Day! I made a kind-of sort-of crack fic to celebrate.

Summary:

The lightning bug lands on the page and blinks again. Julie furrows her brow. “Shoo!” she says and brushes it away again.

Not three seconds later it drops onto the paper again and blinks yellow. Finally, Julie leans in. Has it been landing on the same spot every time? It stands on the first word of the chorus, “Hey!” and blinks again.

Like it knows what it’s doing.

Julie smirks and indulges the insect. She’s probably just cracking from all the stress. “What?” she addresses it.

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The one where Luke gets shapeshifted into a firefly for Valentine's Day

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Yeehaw: a Poem by Reggie

heeyaw yawyee yawhaw hawhee

yawyee heehaw yeeyaw yeeyee

yeehee yawhaw hawyaw heeyee

heehee hawhaw hawyee...yeehaw

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Season 5 of Julie and the Phantoms.

The Phantoms finish their unfinished business and begin to cross over, but they don’t realize it. Julie has to figure out how to say goodbye.

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“You have a decision to make, Mariposa. You get to choose when you say goodbye to them, and that’s a gift that not many get. I’m sorry that we didn’t get to choose my time. I never wanted to leave you, and I miss you just as much as you miss me. You don’t have to let go of them now, but you do have to let them go, or else the time will be chosen for you. At the end, the decision of when will be yours to make.”

be sure to read seasons 2-4 first! taglist: @futurearchaeologyprof @beethovensbitxh @ace-bookworm @queenmolina @molinashimbos @star-astro @sunset-sweeerve @bluefirewrites @reggieshamster @blush-and-books @smolfangirl​ @thedeathdeelers @williexmercer @thesunsetcurvephantom @russsianspy @fanfics-she-wrote @pink-flame @angelofarts @chickwiththepurpleguitar @hey-there-juliet @tonightthestarsalign

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In preparation for my fic drop tomorrow, I made my plots for JATP seasons 2-4 into AO3 uploads. I know not all of you are in the storming server, so you can catch up on them here! I'll most likely add more detail in the future as I see fit, but for now this is what I have. Spread the word and get people talking about this! Everyone to whom I've shown the later seasons has really liked it, so I think you will too!

Season 2

Season 3

Season 4

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we keep him alive

a response to this post by @thedeathdeelers

read on AO3

“You’ll have the sorts of abilities very few other ghosts get to have, very few indeed. The kind of abilities only I have the power to grant you. You’ll get to go and complete that unfinished business you left on this earth when you died. Tie up all the loose ends, and all that. And when you finish and your time is up, you’ll come back to me. Do we have a deal?”

“Wh-what’s the catch?” Reggie’s eyes practically glow in the dim light. They’re wide. His face never looks so young as it does whenever he’s scared.

“A clever one, you. In payment for me allowing you to complete that which you never got a chance to do in your time allotted, in payment for borrowed time, you shall serve my needs for a proportional amount of time. I’ll give you enough time to complete all it is you still need to do, don’t worry about that. You’ll just return to me at the end of it.”

“Service like what?” Alex prompts.

“Oh, nevermind that, that’s for later. What you need to consider now is whether this is worth it to you. Do you want to live your dreams? Find love? Find a true, complete family, a home? More than that measly ragtag band of brothers you three formed. Something real and more? Something alive? Is it worth it for you to have all you ever wanted and more, in return for a few short years of afterlife with me? Come on, boys, it’s an offer you can’t refuse.”

Luke, Reggie, and Alex exchange nervous glances. An entire conversation elapses in a moment through their eyes.

Then Luke takes the lead. He reaches his hand out to shake. He grasps it and they shake, solidifying their deal. After Luke, so do Alex and Reggie.

Their wrists sting, and they look down to see a stain across the skin on the inside of each of their wrists: Three equal lines, arranged in a formation where they reach out from the middle to the points of an equilateral triangle. The dark marks are clearly visible even in the lacking light, etched black against their pale and suddenly clammy skin.

“One more thing, boys. When the time comes, if you are touching anyone but each other, they will be brought back as well, to help pay your debt to me. It’s a way I can get my time returned to me at a quicker rate. Because you know, time is valuable.” He laughs. “You probably know that better now than you ever did while you were alive.

“And how will we know when the time comes?” Luke asks.

“You will know.”

“You know, you don’t seem so wise, for the Wise Man. You’re just a broker for the desperate.”

“Do you want to repeat that, Alexander?”

Alex gulps. His jaw stays clenched. All three of them, probably all four of them know that even though he may just be a ‘broker for the desperate’, they were nothing if not desperate.

“You’ve already made your deal with me. Now it’s time for me to fill my part of it, before you fill yours.”

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The time is coming. Luke can feel it. His mark, his stamp, tattoo, brand, whatever, has been pulsing for months, throbbing for weeks, aching for days, searing for hours. At regular intervals, the pain comes over him for an instant. He’s dealt with it the entire time he’s been here, like a second slower heartbeat in his wrist. A constant reminder that every minute they spent here was borrowed. He grimaces and grips his wrist tightly with his opposite hand. Elsewhere, Reggie and Alex surely hiss through their teeth in tandem with Luke.

Julie is there. Julie is always there. As soon as Luke’s muscles aren’t tensed anymore, he digs his nose even deeper into the skin of her neck and they hold each other tight. Neither wants to ever let go, even though they both know a goodbye is inevitable – and fast approaching.

They’re in the studio, because where else would they ever be? It’s a far cry from how it looked six years ago when they first arrived. The walls are plastered with posters advertising Julie and the Phantoms playing at various venues all across America. The plants have been changed out multiple times in the years Luke has “lived” here. Yet some things also always stayed the same: the pink dahlia curtains on the windows and the knitted throw blanket on the couch. This is home.

The others are spending their final moments with those they found during their second chance. They’ll have forever with each other, but only now with these. Willie. Ray. Carlos. Luke doesn’t blame them for spending every last second with those they’ve come to love most. Isn’t that exactly what he’s doing too?

Except-

The others don’t know yet, what Luke did.

“Please, let me take it from them. You said debts can transfer onto others, so they can transfer onto me. I’ll serve triple the time. I’ll do it.”

Luke winces again but he tries to hide it. Julie notices. Julie always notices. She squeezes her arms around his torso once and starts rubbing her hands up and down his back. She would whisper sweet nothings in his ear if only they could trick themselves into believing nothing was something.

He hears her sniffle. Luke leans back, loosening his arms around her waist. Her hair is a mess but his is even worse. Her eyes are shining but she’s doing her best to keep herself together for Luke. As if, if only she were strong enough, she could bear the weight of both their pain. He swipes away a stray tear on her cheek with the pad of his thumb.

They’re grieving prematurely, because they know there’ll be no opportunity after.

Luke’s mark pulses twice, quickly.

A warning.

Time’s almost up.

Luke pulls away from Julie, and she tries to cling to him.

“Please, Luke-”

“It’s time, Julie. I can’t- You know what’ll happen, if- if we stay like this. I can’t.”

She clings harder. “It’s worth it. To me. It’s worth it.” She’s pleading with him, and his heart shatters. She should never have to plead with anyone. She’s Julie Molina. This shouldn’t be happening to her.

“Not to me, it isn’t. I couldn’t live with myself if you came too.”

Three pulses.

“I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t.” Her voice breaks and her lips are curling outwards.

He takes a deep breath in and can feel his own eyes threatening to overflow. At once they pull back together in the center of the room. She digs her face into his chest and he envelopes her in his arms. They hold each other tighter than ever before, and Luke can’t bear the thought of trying to let go again.

Four pulses.

Luke buries his face in the hair on the top of her head and presses his lips to her scalp. She turns her head so her cheek is pressed against him and he squeezes his eyes shut.

“Julie, I need you to listen to me,” Luke murmurs against her head. His voice is muffled, but amid only the sounds of their two hearts beating, it’s impossible to miss. “It’s going to be okay after I leave. You’re going to be okay.”

She shakes her head – whether that’s a denial that he’ll leave or a denial that she’ll be okay, he can’t tell.

Three pulses. It’s a countdown now.

“Yes, you will,” he insists. “I’ll still be here, in you. Just like your mom, Julie. She’s alive in you.”

“That’s different, Luke.”

“It’s no different at all.”

He reaches around behind his back for her hands and finds them, clutching to the fabric of his shirt. Gently he eases her fingers free and grips her hands in his. He brings them back around to be held between them, forcing space to open up between the two.

Two pulses.

“Luke, please,” she pleads again. “Please, no.”

Luke rubs his thumbs over the back of Julie’s knuckles. They’re white with how hard she’s trying to hold to him. She’s always been his anchor, but today she can’t be anymore. He won’t let it happen.

She brings him in one final time and this time they meet at their lips, in a kiss that doesn’t say nearly everything that is left to be said. Luke knows she’s trying to keep him there long enough that the deadline will pass with them together as one. He keeps one hand intertwined with hers down at their waists, but he draws her other hand up so she can caress his face one more time, the way she always liked to do. His own hand rests on top of hers there.

One pulse.

Now or never.

Luke breaks off the kiss and once again Julie has tears escaping her eyes. “Luke, no,” she makes one last bid to stop him or change his mind. “Let me come, too.”

Luke uses their joined hands to push her away as he feels heat begin to build in his wrist. She stumbles and falls backwards onto the sofa, and he takes three large steps backwards.

He meets her eyes just after she swipes at them with her sleeve. “Keep me alive, yeah?”

“Luke!” Julie calls his name in an anguished cry that haunts him from the moment he hears it. It’s worth it to keep her safe.

The heat rises and rises in his wrist, from a searing red to a white-hot all-consuming pain coursing through his every vein. A scream rips from his throat. He keeps moving away even as his vision begins tunneling, anything to keep her from reaching him before he goes.

The fire burns him up from the inside out, feeling like a constant electrocution of the highest current going through every single pore. His vision tunnels more and more, until everything is black.

And then the pain is gone, and it takes a moment for his cry to melt away, too. He opens his eyes – he didn’t know they’d been squeezed shut tight – and sees that dim dark room he hasn’t seen for six years.

“Welcome back.”

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The doors to the studio slam open and Julie startles from her stupor trance. Her eyes widen when they land on Reggie and Alex.

“How are you still here?”

“Where is he?” Alex demands.

Julie shakes her head. She wants the anguish back. She wants the grief back. This numbness is too much. “He- he’s gone. He left. I- I thought you two did too.”

Alex storms through the small space, checking behind large furniture and pounding the bathroom door open as if to make sure Julie wasn’t lying.

“We thought we’d be gone, too,” Reggie explains. “We don’t know what happened.”

Alex returns. “He’s not here,” he growls. “We were supposed to go back, it was supposed to be all three of us. Damn bastard took our place!” Alex slams his fist against the wall.

Julie gapes. “He could do that?”

Alex throws his hands up and paces back along the floor. With Alex’s back to them, Reggie answers.

“Maybe? We think so? I don’t know, it wasn’t really clear.”

“So is he just...gone?” Julie doesn’t like how small her voice sounds. Reggie’s face and Alex’s body say everything. Yes.

“So what are we supposed to do now?” Alex poses to the room.

Julie takes a shaky breath. “We keep him alive.”

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Julie really likes Frozen II

I really like Frozen II so this is me projecting hard onto Julie here we go. I just- I love Show Yourself a healthy amount, okay?

And I couldn’t keep writing my sick fic without putting all of this into words so here we go. I can’t quite state all the emotions these songs make me feel, and that they make Julie feel, but I hope I get enough across, here.

Rose died fall of 2019. Frozen II came out November 22, 2019. Julie saw it in theaters with her family.

Julie hadn’t listened to music since Mom died. But she saw Frozen when she was 9 and it had been a huge part of her childhood, so she went to watch the musical.

The first song already wrecked Julie. Mom used to sing to her like that, when she had been younger. And then the lyrics at the end got her so bad:

Where the north wind meets the sea There’s a mother full of memory Come my darling homeward bound When all is lost, then all is found

All was lost, and had been for months. How could everything be found? Nothing would ever be better. Julie couldn’t come “homeward bound”, she wished she could do something to make herself better but there was nothing.

The second song made Julie angry. Some things never change, how could they say that? Everything had changed.

Like the feel of your hand in mine. Julie would never feel Mom’s hand in hers again.

Like how we get along just fine. She’d fallen out with Carrie, too.

Julie could never “hold on tight” to Mom and vice versa.

This movie had the audacity to claim that some things never change but for Julie, nothing at all had stayed the same. Julie was angry.

Julie wasn’t really affected by the songs for most of the rest of the movie. Show Yourself was like the Let it Go of this movie and it gave Julie chills, but she didn’t quite connect emotionally with it.

And then Anna sang The Next Right Thing.

That song broke Julie.

It was exactly what Julie had been feeling for these last few months.

I’ve seen dark before, but not like this This is cold, this is empty, this is numb The life I knew is over, the lights are out Hello darkness, I’m ready to succumb

I follow you around, I always have But you’ve gone to a place I cannot find This grief has a gravity, it pulls me down

Can there be a day beyond this night? I don’t know anymore what is true I can’t find my direction, I’m all alone The only star that guided me was you

How to rise from the floor When it’s not you I’m rising for

Julie didn’t feel strong enough to get up the way that Anna was. But, she resolved, she was strong enough to try.

She could do it. She could do the next right thing.

Julie didn’t listen to music for that entire year. Except for one song: The Next Right Thing. It became her anthem. You are lost, hope is gone, but you must go on. I won’t look too far ahead, it’s too much for me to take. But break it down to this next breath, this next step, this next choice is one that I can make.

Julie stumbled her way towards the light. She made the choice each day to do the next right thing. And she got better, she did.

Late July of 2020, Julie watched Frozen II for the second time.

Some Things Never Change didn’t make her as angry this time, because she knew now that even though she couldn’t hold on tight to Mom anymore, she still had Dad and Carlos and Victoria and Flynn. And speaking of Flynn, Julie and Carrie might not get along just fine anymore but she still had Flynn just as much as ever. Some things did change, lots of things did change, but Julie also knew that some things really never did.

Julie cried again at The Next Right Thing, seeing it in context again.

Three boys appeared in her garage. Julie played music again, and she felt like she was home.

She watched Frozen II again. It was quickly becoming her favorite movie now that she didn’t hate the way she had the first time she watched it. Frozen II, or at least The Next Right Thing, had helped her get better.

Oh.

Come my darling homeward bound When all is lost then all is found

“Home” was music. She found herself again when she came back to music. That was the thing she’d been missing.

On the third watch-through, Julie understood finally why everyone loved Show Yourself so much. She got chills from the lyrics, and she cried by the end. She really needed to stop crying during this movie.

Elsa was singing the lyrics to herself. Without even knowing who she was singing to, she was coaxing herself out of hiding, telling herself that it was alright to be who she was. You have secrets too, but you don’t have to hide. And as the song kept going, she felt more and more free.

Something is familiar Like a dream I can reach but not quite hold I can sense you there Like a friend I’ve always known I’m arriving And it feels like I am home

Julie felt like the song’s lyrics applied in a similar profound way to her. If Julie were to sing Show Yourself, she’d be singing to herself. In a way, though, there was also a duality. If Julie were to sing Show Yourself, she would also be singing to her boys who she had so recently met but already bonded to.

Show yourself I’m dying to meet you Show yourself It’s your turn Are you the one I’ve been looking for All of my life? Show yourself I’m ready to learn

Julie hadn’t truly been able to be herself and be free before. Before Mom had died, Julie had performed. She did recitals and school concerts, but she had never felt the way that she felt when she was playing with the phantoms. She’d never felt as full and free and loose and complete as she did when she was performing now.

I’ve never felt so certain All my life I’ve been torn But I’m here for a reason Could it be the reason I was born?

Show yourself I’m no longer trembling Here I am, I’ve come so far

Julie felt that she was made for these moments she shared with her boys. Some sort of destiny had brought them to her, and they had brought her back to herself and so much more.

And then Iduna started singing to Elsa and Julie understood finally what this song had been doing to so many people for so long. Mom was singing to Julie. And Julie was singing back. Julie was singing with her.

Come my darling homeward bound I am found

Show yourself Step into your power Grow yourself Into something new

You are the one you’ve been waiting for All of your life

Julie wept. Just like when she had played Wake Up, she felt the caress of her mother again, and through the music of someone else, no less. She was strong, she was powerful, she was brave, and she would be able to keep going through whatever came her way from here on out, no matter what.

When the boys crossed over before she got the chance to say goodbye, and she ran out into the alleyway, Julie stood in the middle of the path and cried. Quietly, to herself, she sang The Next Right Thing, all the way through. She wasn’t just singing to her mother anymore, though. She was singing to her boys, too.

You’ve gone to a place I cannot find The only star that guided me was you

How to rise from the floor When it’s not you I’m rising for

But Julie finished the song, and that woman handed her the dahlia. Julie did the next right thing. Just like Anna broke the dam all on her own without Elsa beside her, Julie would do what had to be done.

She went back in there, and she played that show.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

happy six month gift exchange! this is my gift for @peregrer

Summary: Julie looked at her soulmates, and she saw color. They weren’t black and white, like the rest of the world and the people in it. And when she touched her soulmates, the color that filled every fiber of them entered her own eyes and she could see the world around her in color, too. But it never stayed once the contact was over. Such was the nature of forged soulmates. They weren’t fated soulmates.

Words: 11,391

Additional Tags: soulmate au, fluff, there’s a bit of sad in there but idk if it qualifies as angst, not by my standards it doesn’t, canon adjacent, snuggling, late night talks, platonic soulmates and romantic soulmates, yeeeee, no beta we die like sunset curve

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