#juno x nureyeve

[ephemeralgalaxies]

smth smth the crack in Juno's voice in Final Resting Place when he explains to Nureyev his hypothesis on what the ancient Martian bomb was actually for, hating how he was just like them and hating that he couldn't do the same.

it's that horrible reflection in finding someone who shares the worst parts of you and hear how everyone calls them a tragedy, how no one understands them, how you fought so hard to do something right and can't even do that well enough.

Juno exposing himself to Nureyev, confessing his affections and desires for living, thinking these would be his final words (his final resting place). The way his last words were "it was a gift I... didn't deserve." And then he lived.

(hold on we cooking smth in the brain about s5 but there's a bad storm here so gonna go ahead and send this out)

[iced-tea-and-horror-stories]

me and the bad bitch I pulled by being a nerd

[secret-sageent]

the supporting main character in a podcast urge to fall head over heels in love with the most emotionally unavailable character in the whole podcast

[no-romance-for-me-please]

Me and the arrogant detective I pulled by giving him MY NAME, WHICH IS A VERY IMPORTANT PART OF MY IDENTITY THAT COULD GET ME KILLED

[cowboynureyev]

writing a jupeter college+astrology themed au so basically stay tuned i love you all beautiful people

[anonymousaccountuser]

Here guys, enjoy this really old meme I made back when I was in the Penumbra fandom.

[distracted-obsessions]

Made a short little one shot after my girlfriend sent me this song and I fell into a creative fit.

[idontknowhowiamhere]

Juno and Peter’s ship name should be Jupeter

Because it’s like- it’s like- like the planet

Edit: So uh- I just got into the podcast like two days ago. I should have looked at fan content before I declared something extremely obvious like I am this generation’s Albert Einstein

[rose-thorns-corner]

snippet from a fic i’m working on

“Of course, Juno, although I did skip eating so I could get to on time, so perhaps we could go to a restaurant first?” Juno threw a box of cold, leftover takeout at him.

[smol-stary-clown]

Anyone else screaming after that last episode?

Like I wasn’t expecting that heart wrenchingconversation! I was literally expecting him to jump out the window before they could talk.

It does remind me about the first time they met though because Juno was climbing out a window just this time it was Peter.

(Also learning how to tag my posts 👍)

[bardass]

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Peter Nureyev/Juno Steel, Valles Vicky/Valles Vicky's Wife, Rita & Juno Steel Characters: Juno Steel, Peter Nureyev, Rita (Penumbra Podcast), The Concierge (Penumbra Podcast), Valles Vicky, Valles Vicky's Wife, Cecil Kanagawa, Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s) Tags: Jupeter, fluff, like so much fluff, romance, mystery, off-ship adventure, Juno’s POV, only slightly angsty because that’s how Juno is, canon compliant (probably), takes place sometime during season 3, mostly goofs, goofy shenanigans, aliases, Duke and Dahlia Rose, undercover, feel good fic, Juno pets a rabbit, slice of life kinda, smooching, mildly suggestive, moderate threats of danger, guns, blasters, mild violence, low stakes, no worse than standard Juno action, moderate cursing, let Juno say fuck, alcohol, light recreational drinking, very self-indulgent, rife with plot twists, Juno Rita and Nureyev all have ADHD in my canon, Nureyev is secretly a nervous wreck, no idea how this fic got so long, lmao hope y’all like it anyway, smooch cruise Summary:

Juno Steel doesn't believe in 'Happily Ever After.' Forever Love Day is for saps and suckers who can't see the flowers for their thorns. But, hell, when Peter Nureyev looks at him like that…all he wants to do is stop and smell the roses.

During a series of comical and oddly coincidental events, Juno Steel finds himself trying to enjoy a romantic weekend getaway with his Forever Lo—I mean—his “you know,” Peter Nureyev, along with a few old friends and some new ones. ‘Trying’ is the key word. But old habits die hard, and besides, this mystery isn’t gonna solve itself.

REALLY PROUD OF THIS ONE GUYS so here u go :3 part 2 is on the way...

[ephemeralgalaxies]

NUREYEV STILL DOESN'T SAY THE LINE RIGHT. IT'S STILL NOT VERBATIM WHAT JUNO SAID. I'M SOBBING.

Juno's version of the line is, "I never want to see you again."

(Juno also says to include the bit about not loving him, but ofc even Peter Nureyev can't lie that well).

Nureyev's version of the line is, "I do not want to see you anymore, Juno." (and later, "I have no interest in seeing you any longer").

Which... it fits more into Nureyev's pattern of speech (as the previous fits more into Juno's), but is still completely changed. Especially when Nureyev asks, "You said it would just take those words to excise you from my life entirely, didn't you?" BECAUSE NO. NO, THOSE ARENT THE WORDS. HE DOESNT EVEN GIVE JUNO THE CHANCE TO THINK ABOUT IT EITHER. IMMEDIATELY STARTS TALKING AGAIN.

After all of that, he comes so close and yet STILL cannot say it to him. The great thief, master lier, professional manipulator, and yet he still cannot force out that little phrase of finite.

Bye y'all, I'm crying for the next month :')

[one-joe-spoopy]

Moth gf x roach bf

[no-romance-for-me-please]

Hello Juno, it's been a while.

When I tell you I screamed out LOUD

Knees up, popped booty

[mlmshipbracket]

ROUND 1: POLL #2

ROUND 1 ALL POLLS [HERE]

PROPAGANDA BELOW

Astarion Ancunín/Wyll Ravengard:

Wyll and Astarion play out as a story of parallels and contrasts. 

Wyll is a monster hunter, and Astarion is a vampire. However, Wyll can be surprisingly reasonable when he learns of Astarion's true nature, to the point that he makes a "pact" with a player character Astarion to not hunt him if Astarion promises not to drink from innocents.

Both Astarion and Wyll are trapped in a relationship with an abuser--Astarion with his vampire sire, Cazador, and Wyll with the devil he contracted with to receive his powers as a warlock, Mizora. (Spoiler: Both Cazador and Mizora cause monsters transformations in Astarion and Wyll.) The way the two react to their bondage contrasts in interesting ways: Astarion latches onto behaving selfishly, his centuries of slavery without any aid convincing him that he needs to focus on gaining power to protect himself, no matter the cost. Wyll responds to his own abuse by clinging to his folk hero persona, the Blade of Frontiers, leading to him being selfless to the point of great personal cost--at one point in the story, Wyll can choose to (spoilers: be bound into his contract with Mizora for an eternity to save his father--the father that banished him from Baldur's Gate at the age of 17 because of his contract.) There's a good chance for them to push each other away from the extremes of selfishness and selflessness to end up more toward the middle, particularly if you choose one of them as the player character. (Spoilers: Astarion can be talked out of sacrificing 700 souls in a demonic ritual to become the Vampire Ascendant with a charisma check, and Wyll's highest stat is charisma. If you're playing as Astarion, you can offer to use your past as a magistrate to try to help Wyll get out of his contract, and it's pretty in character for him to argue against giving up on ever breaking free from it to save Wyll's father.)

The way their romance paths play out also have an interesting mix of contrast and parallels. Astarion is an incorrigible flirt and very quickly pursues a sexual relationship with the player character as long as he reaches a relatively low approval score threshold, while Wyll refuses sex in his romance until the end, because he wants to have a slow, romantic courtship as portrayed in the bardic tales he loves so much. However, (spoilers: Astarion eventually comes to the realization that being forced to prostitute himself to lure victims for Cazador has damaged his self image and relationship with sex, and admits he was initially seducing a romanced player to try to secure protection for himself. Once he hits that point he asks the player to halt sex in their relationship until he can figure out what he himself actually wants. Between this and dev notes found in the game's script that details that Astarion actually DOES want to have non-sexual intimacy, there's a good argument to be made that Wyll's style of romance is actually much closer to what Astarion truly wants in a relationship.)

Both Astarion and Wyll are attracted to all genders, and make comments indicating attraction to each other. Wyll frequently mentions that he finds Astarion charming and beautiful (particularly commenting on his "well-coiffed" hair), and Astarion immediately responds "Wyll" when asked which party member he wants to drink from the most, and eventually admits (if somewhat derisively) that "Wyll's the sort of prince-type I would have once dreamed of marrying. When I was about thirteen."

And the cherry on top of all of this? You can choose to play the game as either Astarion or Wyll, and romance the other. So you can, in a sense, choose to make this pairing canon, at least in your playthrough.

Juno Steele x Peter Nureyev:

[SPOILER] They're actually insane the had crazy gay sex the second episode and spent the rest of the currently five seasons recovering. They were divorced and then they got married and then they got divorced again and nureyev is trying SO hard to stay divorced but Juno WILL NOT ALLOW IT [END SPOILER] it's all spoilers for everything past the second episode basically

[whumpdoyoumean]

Whumptober #27

A/N: Okay, so this is from an idea that I've had kicking around in my head for the last couple years. It's an X-Files AU. I don't know that I will ever get around to writing the full thing, but here is a little blurb from it!

xxx laboratory

"I had a dream about you last night." Juno's voice is raw, barely above a whisper. His features arrange themselves slowly into a frown. "Or maybe...maybe it was the night before. 've sorta lost track..."

"Hush, Juno," Nureyev says gently as he works on the second strap, his usually nimble fingers slipping as he wrestles with leather and buckles. Juno stirs, frown twisting into an uncomfortable grimace.

"Oh...god, how – how long--" His breaths begin to quicken, bare chest rising and falling in rapid, uneven movements, and his expression grows frantic. "'reyev?"

"You're alright," Nureyev soothes, finally undoing the strap around Juno's ankle. "You're alright, I'm going to get you out of here."

"What..." He's gasping now, his words rising in pitch and volume, and panicked. "Wha'd they do to me?"

Nureyev moves his hands to Juno's face, then, running his thumbs over Juno's cheekbones. "I'm here now, Juno. Look at me. Look at me. That's it. I know I--" He swallows, surprised at the sudden wave of emotions that washes over him. "I know I've hardly earned it, but I need you to trust me. I am getting you out of here, Juno, but you must calm down. Take a deep breath."

Juno stares at him, wide-eyed, and then he nods and takes a long, shaky inhale.

"Very good. Keep going," Nureyev says as he undoes the straps around Juno's wrists. There's an uncomfortable feeling settled deep in his stomach as he does so; Juno is barely moving – hardly the reaction Nureyev was expecting. Whatever they've given to Juno, whatever they've done to him, his usual fight is gone. And his usual brightness.

Nureyev can only hope that it's temporary.

"There," he says, releasing the final strap. "Let's get you sitting up."

Juno doesn't speak as Nureyev slides a hand under his back and levers him slowly into a sitting position, only grimaces slightly.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah," Juno says shortly, shifting so that his legs are dangling over the side of the bed table. "Just stiff." He grips Nureyev's hand so tightly that it's almost painful as he slides forward and sets his bare feet on the floor.

And promptly falls.

"Juno!" Nureyev kneels in front of him, doing another quick scan for any sign of blood or injury. "Are you hurt?"

There's a dazed look in Juno's eyes and a moment passes before he slowly shakes his head.

"I...I don't know. I don't – I don't think so? I can't remember...'m dizzy."

Nureyev does his best not to let his worry show on his face. Whatever Rita had done to keep people away from this part of the lab, he suspects it's only temporary. Which means he and Juno have to move. A more thorough examination will have to wait until they're out of this place.

"I'll help you," Nureyev says, pulling Juno's arm around his shoulders. He stands slowly, giving Juno time to get his feet under him. Then, once Juno is (mostly) upright, he steers them both toward the door.

Juno's footsteps are sloppy and increasingly uncoordinated as they make their way down the corridor. Nureyev is practically dragging him by the time they get to the elevator that Rita had said she would keep open for them.

"Can't get out this way," Juno mumbles. "I tried...Need a code..."

"Rita gave me the code," Nureyev says, punching the eight-digit number into the keypad by the elevator doors and trying not to think too much about Juno, alone and trapped and trying to escape. Being unable to.

Not this time, though. This time, the doors slide open, and Nureyev guides both of them into the elevator, leaning Juno against the far wall so he can press the button for the ground floor. The doors shut again and the elevator car shudders before starting its ascent.

xxx

Juno was right about Rita; she's the best at her job. Nureyev had been able to get Juno out of the underground lab without setting off any alarms or encountering anyone. Juno had slept for most of the drive to the motel, and they're in the room now. Juno is sitting on the edge of one of the beds.

He looks awful. There are dark circles under his half-lidded eyes and a hollowness to his unshaven cheeks. He's leaning heavily against the wall and looks like he may collapse at any second. Nureyev reaches forward to take his pulse and he flinches violently.

"I'm sorry," Nureyev says, pulling his hand away, silently scolding himself. He has no idea what Juno has been subjected to this last week, but it's hardly any wonder he'd be nervous about any sudden physical contact. "Sorry, Juno. I just want to take a closer look at you, is that okay?"

Juno gives a slow nod.

"I'm going to take your heart rate," Nureyev says, lifting Juno's wrist and pressing two fingers to the inside of it. He silently counts each beat that pulses against his fingertips. It's slower than it should be, but that's not too unexpected given that Juno was almost certainly sedated. Whatever they'd given him will still be working its way out of his system.

His eyes trace up Juno's arm and his stomach twists at the sight of needle marks and slight bruising on the inside of Juno's elbow where they'd taken blood, or given him something through an IV or both. There's a small circular wound on his upper arm, as well, that Nureyev suspects is from a biopsy. He doesn't even want to know what they intend to do with the tissue sample.

Nureyev continues his examination, making sure to ask before he touches Juno, and explain what he does as he does it. Juno remains disconcertingly quiet through the whole process, and pliant in a way that Nureyev doesn't like.

"I don't see any obvious signs of injury," Nureyev says finally. "You'll need a more thorough work-up tomorrow, though – urinalysis and blood work."

A shudder runs through Juno at the words blood work, and Nureyev puts a hand on Juno's.

"I can go with you, if you'd like," he offers. Juno doesn't look at him. Nureyev can't blame him, really. Not after the way Nureyev had betrayed him. He takes a breath. "Let's get through tonight first, though, shall we? Would you like a shower?"

"I think I just want to sleep," Juno says. Nureyev nods.

"Sleep would be good, I think."

xxx

Nureyev is awakened by the sound of Juno being sick in the bathroom. Fear and worry spike through him as he bolts upright, immediately swinging his longs legs over the side of the bed. His heart pounds as he strides across the motel carpet.

"Juno?" he calls, rapping on the door with a knuckle. "Juno, are you alright in there?" There's no answer, just the continued sound of heaving. Nureyev carefully tries the doorknob, relieved when it turns. "I'm coming in."

Juno is sitting panting and wide-eyed on the bathroom floor, his tank top soaked through with sweat. His legs are splayed in front of him and one arm rests on the edge of the toilet. He's visibly shaking.

"Juno!" Nureyev kneels in front of his partner, taking one of Juno's hands gently in his own and pressing two fingers to the inside of his wrist. "Your heart is racing. Are you having any other symptoms? Pain or dizziness?"

Juno shakes his head. "No, no. I'm--" He swallows thickly, raising his eyes to meet Nureyev's. When he speaks his voice is quiet, barely above a whisper, and trembling. "I remember something."

Nureyev's heart jumps. He's been wondering if exactly what happened to him in that lab was going to remain a mystery forever. Looking at Juno now, he can't help but wonder if that would have been better.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asks gently.

Juno's eyes fill with tears and he grips Nureyev's forearms.

"It's Ben," he whispers. "He's alive."

xxx