#kalique x jupiter

[nooowestayandgetcaught]

OOH LA LA

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~1k, Jupiter Jones/Kalique Abrasax, T-rating, for @femslashfeb Day #8 “constellations” prompt and for Femslash February 2022 - Candy Hearts Edition (8 of 28)

Summary: While staying on Cerise, Jupiter becomes Kalique's newest obsession. She wonders what's in it for Kalique.

[fiftysevenacademics]

Jupiter x Kalique

[fandomvariousness]

Imagine Request

Can you write a Balem(Jupiter Ascending fandom) x reader one shot?

Plot: Balem is looking for a wife/partner and his sister Kalique recommends a human female to him? The female does not know Balem or Kalique she just resides on Earth. Balm decides to have her kidnapped or kidnaps her himself to bring the reader to him. He loves her but isn’t afraid to show his sadistic/temperamental/threatening side when she resists him(no smut just angst/fluff), and the reader grows to love him too after a short while

Reader personality: shy, secretly has a loving side but doesn’t show it much due to fear, fearful of Balem, slightly resistant due to her fear but obedient when threatened

My apologies if I made this too specific

[itsclydebitches]

Jupiter Ascending Fic: When the Bough Breaks

Summary: Just days after Balem returned to his adult self, Jupiter is thrown head-first into another adventure - one she, frankly, really doesn't have the energy for. But when has the universe ever taken her desires into account? Mysteries, promises, and desperate moves forward; bees, splices, and awkward family dinners. It's enough to make even her seasoned head spin.

...which doesn't even include the chance to play at 'Mother' once more. Only question is: will Jupiter take it?

(Sequel to Rock the Cradle)

Fandom: Jupiter Ascending

Words: 1,614 (so far) 

Warnings: Mentions of past child abuse, alcoholism 

Pairings: Jupiter/Caine

Where to Read it: Below the cut or on AO3 (AO3 recommended for formatting) 

When the Bough Breaks: Chapter One

Jupiter sat with her back to most of the crowd, the sun warming her neck and her hands fidgeting endlessly. One traced the condensation on her glass while the other twisted the stud in her ear.

“I spy with my little eye…” she said, turning to scan the patrons. There was certainly a lot to choose from. The day was hot, the shopping good, and everyone seemed to have had the same idea as her: get lunch at the cute little outdoor café. Jupiter saw a young couple playing footsie underneath their table, the one girl’s heels gliding over the other’s sandals. There was another woman whom she presumed was a teacher, hard at work even during the summer months, covering some poor student’s paper using Track Changes. A group of guys shared a large plate of nachos. A father absently pet his daughter’s hair as he scowled at his phone. A mother—

Jupiter whirled back around. She planted her chin in her hand and pursed her lips. Then she smiled at Caine.

“Something yellow,” she finished.

“The confection on those men’s chips,” Caine answered readily. He bit his lip slightly when she huffed.

“How—?”

“Your stared at them a moment longer than the other spots. Did you want some?”

Nachos… food did always make her feel better. She’d already had a chicken and pesto sandwich though. And an iced chai. And half of Caine’s blueberry scone.

Jupiter waved him off. “No, I’m good. You’re cheating though.”

“I am?” Caine blinked. “I thought the purpose of this game was to determine what you’d spotted based on eye-line matches, common facial tells, your individual preferences…” he trailed off when Jupiter’s sulking grew more pronounced.

“You’re supposed to guess,” she moaned.

“That… doesn’t seem to take much skill…”

Jupiter let out a groan and gave up, planting her head on the cool tabletop. Why she’d thought it would be a good idea to teach Caine a kid’s game, she didn’t know. It had started as a stupid distraction, but apparently her subconscious wasn’t willing to let things go just yet. So Jupiter was now perfectly content to glare at the table, thank you very much. It was one of those frosted glass ones and Jupiter took a ridiculous amount of pleasure in watching her blurred feet kick at the slate. She only stopped when her flip-flop bent—betrayal—and she stubbed her toe. Jupiter muttered a few obscenities into the crook of her arm.

A minute passed. Two. Then Jupiter felt the slightest poke on the top of her head. It turned into five fingers gently massaging her scalp and she groaned again, this time in contentment.

“I spy with my little eye… A queen who is rather worried about tonight’s festivities.”

“Festivities.” Jupiter’s head shot back up and she blinked at Caine. “I wouldn’t really call it ‘festivities.’”

“No? You decided to host the event.”

Okay. So Jupiter may or may not have been overly optimistic and grasping at straws the second she walked out of that throne room. Could anyone really blame her? Her life hadn’t exactly been plan-proof lately: abducted by aliens, finding out she was Queen of Far Too Much Shit, landing herself a hunky angel-wolf-boyfriend…

… finding out her would-be murderer had possibly, deliberately de-aged himself.

Balem.

That was the crux of it all, wasn’t it? One moment Jupiter was sort of getting used to her newfound space life, the next a capitalist obsessed mama’s boy was taking up residence in her lap. She wasn’t going to lie, not to herself at least. Balem had drawn forth a whole slew of maternal instincts that, frankly, Jupiter had thought she’d missed out on genetically. Devotion to Dude Bros 1 through 6 of her misspent youth certainly hadn’t inspired a desire for kids. Hell, even Caine hadn’t managed that, not until Jupiter actually saw him shuffling around a cranky six-year-old, trying to figure out how to talk to this girlfriend-stealing creature. Maybe it was a sliver of Seraphi rising up within her… no. Maybe it was the essence of what Seraphi could have been, if she’d bothered to spend a second to get to know the child she’d given life to. Maybe it was just that Jupiter couldn’t stand to see a tiny face crying like that. Whatever it was, Balem had managed to become quite the fixture within her heart—all the sappiness implied. Jupiter loved the brat. Only problem was, that brat was gone.

Sort of. Kind of? One second she’d had what she was coming to think of as a son, the next Jupiter just had an enemy again, breathing insults down the back of her neck… except that Balem had changed deliberately. He had started all this. At least, that was the impression Kalique and Titus held. It couldn’t be a coincidence that Balem was reading Liam and Cryian’s story the day he took a Regene-X bath with a disabled genetic code. Or hell, maybe it was a coincidence. Caine and Stinger certainly weren’t convinced (“You Majesty,” soft eyes, an almost pitying stare. “Balem, the adult Balem, lost the ability to love centuries ago…”). All Jupiter knew for sure was that she’d seen evidence of her own, things that went beyond Kalique’s stupid book or the boys’ cynicism: Balem had worn her earring. He hadn’t tossed the album back in a charred heap. Jupiter knew—could see it in his eyes—that he remembered.

Certainly all the counted for something, right?

Jupiter planted her face into her hands. “Or maybe he just couldn’t be bothered to take the damn earring out,” she muttered.

Caine nodded, understanding, fingers returning to massage Jupiter’s wrist, right where her Entitled tattoo lay. He had callouses all over, the result of handling a ridiculously wide variety of weaponry, and Jupiter found the rough texture soothing. She let out a long, slow breath.

“I don’t know what we’re going to do with all this,” she said, nodding to the bags at their feet. “This was a stupid idea.”

“Stinger will appreciate the food. Even more if you cook it for him.”

“Ha. Yeah. How do you get so good at pancakes and nothing else?”

“It’s a talent.”

Jupiter continued nudging the nearest bag with the front of her flip-flop. As she did, movement caught her eye again: that mother, sitting on the table to their right, spoon feeding her infant something mushy and green. It was easy for that woman, wasn’t it? Nothing was easy for Jupiter as a potentially would-be mother… or as a daughter.

She’d been stupidly optimistic a week ago. Dealing with Balem’s transformation and his quick turn back, Jupiter had admittedly been reeling a bit. She’d thrown out the invitation to dinner with more confidence than she’d felt, especially considering there hadn’t been a dinner scheduled yet. Kalique and Titus had both agreed readily enough—no doubt they wanted to get as much dirt on their brother as possible, though the more she thought about it, the more Jupiter convinced herself that Balem wouldn’t even show. Why would he? Tens of thousands of years weren’t outweighed by a few days in her care. Besides, if Balem was anything, he was stubborn.

Sometime between Friday and Saturday those dinner plans had turned into a “reveal-you’re-a-galactic-queen-to-your-family-omg-it’s-time-Jupiter” party. She had promised her mom two days, after that fiasco of a dinner. She’d intended to call a meeting and explain things on Monday, as calmly and rationally as possible when her life was neither calm nor rational. Jupiter knew there was a hell of a lot to explain. When she’d touched back down on Earth after seeing to Balem, she’d found her family happily back at home, neither Aleksa nor Nino recalling that just hours before Jupiter had disappeared on their client’s lawn, dematerializing in a flash of blue light. Apparently the Keepers stationed on Earth had a damn good response time.

Memory wipes after the refinery… after Balem… how long could this go on? Jupiter didn’t know what the long term effects of something like that was, and frankly, she didn’t want to find out. Just tell them all ready, you dolt.

So… Monday. That had been the plan, anyway. Her mom and the others would have a few days days before Thursday’s dinner to process it all, which was a hell of a lot more than Jupiter had gotten. Imagine, coming to terms with extraterrestrial life without said life pointing a laser gun at your head, and they weren’t the once inheriting a freaking planet. (Unless they were? Who gained her inheritance when she died?? Ugh, legalities…) The only problem with this master plan was that Monday had passed her by, with Jupiter spending it hovering anxiously around her mom—opening and shutting her mouth like a caught, cowardly trout.

…Easy to imagine how well that had gone over.

Tuesday gone, Wednesday too, Thursday morning at 12:00 Jupiter had called a quick goodbye after finishing the Lawrence’s house, met Caine at the store, and proceeded to purchase all the ingredients for a dinner that was only technically still in the works.

Here and now, Jupiter sullenly kicked the bag of groceries. Again.

“You’ll break the eggs,” Caine cautioned. He didn’t sound terribly upset about that though.

“Why did we even get eggs? You don’t need eggs for a steak and baked potato dinner.”

“Stinger wants to broaden his breakfast repertoire.”

Jupiter narrowed her eyes. “Well Stinger can just—”

Bzz, Bzz.

“—call me apparently." Caine shrugged, no more knowledgeable than she was. All Jupiter could do was palm her phone and lean her elbow casually on the table.

"Hey, beekeeper. What's up?”

[ao3feedofjupiterascending]

Shadows Ascending

by Raelyn_Sakura, Rahar_Moonfire

Sequel to Shadow Relations.

Fresh from their misadventures retrieving Mokuba from an alternate reality, halting the excavation of Priest Set's grave, rescuing Helios from Ares' machinations, and stopping the end of the world (again) Seto Kaiba and his other half, former Priest Seth, finally try to get some much needed rest.

But when Ryou and Bakura are captured, a frantic and furious Marik goes to the Pharaoh for help. Since Kaiba has some unfinished business is another reality that involves Yami and Yugi, he decides to kill two birds with one stone. Pity Jounouchi isn't letting his friends go alone and Marik will murder anyone who keeps him from his boyfriends.

Meanwhile, Ryou and Bakura must escape the clutches of their estranged father. They learn the hard way that in a reality where even time is a commodity that can be bought, only two things are worth killing for: more time and something new. Something like a living Ka and Ba. Ryou can only hope he and Bakura can warn Kaiba and Yugi of the hunters out for their souls before it's too late.

Chapter summary: In which Marik is frantic, the Pharaoh is short, and the Priest arrives.

Words: 3544, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 8 of Shadow Justice

Fandoms: Yu-Gi-Oh!, Jupiter Ascending (2015), Justice League - All Media Types, Justice League & Justice League Unlimited (Cartoons), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, X-Men - All Media Types

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Kaiba Seto, Kaiba Mokuba, Priest Seto, Kisara (Yu-Gi-Oh), Yami Yuugi | Atem, Yami Yuugi, Yami Bakura, Marik Ishtar, Bakura Ryou, Ishizu Ishtar, Shaadi, Jounouchi Katsuya | Joey Wheeler, Kujaku Mai | Mai Valentine, Helios (Sailor Moon), Arawn (Tears to Tiara), Pwyll (Tears to Tiara), Titus Abrasax, Kalique Abrasax, Charles Xavier, Logan (X-Men), Ororo Munroe, Phil Coulson

Relationships: Kaiba Seto/Kisara/Priest Seto, Mutou Yuugi/Yami Yuugi, Bakura Ryou/Yami Bakura/Marik Ishtar, Bakura Ryou/Yami Bakura, Yami Bakura/Marik Ishtar, Kaiba Mokuba/Kisara, Kisara/Priest Seto, Kaiba Seto/Priest Seto, Jounouchi Katsuya | Joey Wheeler/Kujaku Mai | Mai Valentine, Ishizu Ishtar/Shaadi

Additional Tags: Shadow Court, Shadow Realm, Shadowmancy, Yami no Game | Shadow Game, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Multiverse, Ancient Egyptian Deities, Variations on Ancient Egyptian Religion, Ancient Egyptian Literature & Mythology, Greek Mythology - Freeform, Seelie Court, Unseelie Court, Mabinogion, Cobaltshipping, Prideshipping, Puzzleshipping, Thiefshipping, tornshipping - Freeform, Angstshipping - Freeform, Tendershipping, Ryou is not helpless, Possessive Kaiba, Protective Kaiba, Codependency, Alternate Universe - Post-Canon, Atem lives, Orichalcos returns, Atlantis, Reincarnation, Space Opera, space travel, Shadow magic, Immortality, immortality is a commodity, immortality can be bought, souls can be bought and sold, Marik doesn't like it when his boyfriends get kidnapped, seal of orichalcos