#solar x jigsaw

[fairyfai]

Solar x Ruin/Jigsaw (SolRuin/SolSaw)

🎀 Do not repost! Ty! 🎀

If any of you remember, I kind of made an AU months back about Cured!Ruin x Solar, where Ruin is pretty much a good guy & hasn’t done any of the atrocities that they did but now, this AU has since been revamped! ^^ (Click below to read more!)

In this new AU, Ruin’s still known for the things he did but after the Dark Sun arc, he’s freed (renamed himself as Jigsaw) & hangs around the pizzaplex to annoy the celestial fam (& occasionally goes dimensional hopping to the EAPS dimension to annoy those over there too lol). Long story short, Solar catches his interest, Solar sees a new side to him & the two are in a secret relationship lmao. That’s all I got so far! :)

So here’s some art! And read my fic if ya want (it takes a peek into the AU a little)!

(Also I called them Jigsaw now since his recent origin episode, he did not deserve that smh.)

[peachyfnaf]

i love @zthesheep very much, and therefore i drew his silly favorite little v-type poly for him

eclipse and his two weed smoking boyfriends /ref

[lazyboy-baby]

I do have a question... what is your favorite ship as of now for your little fellas?

OG!Eclipse x strong big guy, i just love the idea of him being like an angry cat that all his bf's carry everywhere

[tsbs-shipfessions]

Okay hear me out

Solar/Jigsaw Ruin

BUT THEN

Bloodmoon as well. But it's kind of all over the place cause it's more like

Chaotic BM/Solar, Solar/Jigsaw, Jigsaw/Calm BM

Like the Bloodmoons tolerate each other's partners but have clear preferences. Cuddle pile doesn't discriminate though

Chaotic BM likes to separate violence with comfort which fits with Solar's down to earth personality, while Calm BM likes to mix the two which gets him interested in Jigsaw's sadomasochist behavior (au headcanons)

And it's just cute thinking of Solar getting frustrated and worried whenever the twins come back damaged because they're wreckless while Jigsaw has fun interrogating/teasing them on who they killed and how

[reaper-bloodmoon]

(Mechanic!Soliel AU) Bea And Her/Their Baby Brother, Solar

WARNING: SOME INFO MAY BE TRIGGERING UNDER THE CUT AS THERE IS PARALLELS TO HUMAN PREGNANCIES AND COMPLICATIONS MENTIONED

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The Mechanic!Soliel AU is a branch of the TSAMS Continuity-verse and is a combination of a role swap and a Baby Solar AU, along with some other elements sprinkled in.

Mechanic!Soliel, who goes by Bea like in the nickname "SunnyBeam", is placed in Solar's role as the family mechanic and the one who suffered at the hands of Moonrise a.k.a. Solar's Original Moon/New Moon in this universe.

The reason Solar's a baby is because instead of Moonrise leaving his Killcode behind in Sunset(Solar's Original Sun), it was a quote "inner child" coding. Moonrise didn't even check which code he left behind until Sunset brought to his attention that she/they found out there was a literal baby AI in their body.

It should be noted Bea was created by Sunset because Sunset wanted a child, so she made Bea in their free time.

Anyway, even though Sunset was rightfully angry at Moonrise for leaving behind a baby AI coding in her, they still got attached to the baby AI coding that would soon become Solar. Since Sunset's fem in this universe, I had the whole idea that since the Creator's a flaming asshole, he decided it would be a great idea to outfit Sunset(and Moonrise initially since he still shared a body with Sunset at that point) with the ability to pretty much have animatronic babies and give them bodies via eating scrap metal. Though he obviously didn't give them the right build to actually hold the child once it was completed since he was rushed to complete Sunset and Moonrise by Fazbear still.

The unfortunate consequences of this though was that once Sunset finished internally building Solar in their body and once Solar's AI was secured inside of it, Sunset had started rapidly degrading in their health. Sunset had made the choice to trust Bea with performing the animatronic equivalent of a c-section on her. Bea had begged and tried to find another way, but Sunset had told them that they'd rather Solar get to live than die along with her.

Bea had reluctantly gone through with it after Sunset gave her a forehead kiss and said that they'd always love her, even if they died during it all. Unfortunately, Sunset would pass during/a little bit after the c-section was performed, which left Bea with immense amounts of grief and guilt. Bea still took care of Solar the best she could, even after Moonrise found out about Sunset's passing and what happened fully. He would go on to blame and abuse Bea for it and even if he tried blaming Solar or going after Solar, Bea would always fight against him, even if it ended in a cracked ray or two.

Bea would go through the motions of meeting Lunar pre-being blown up by Eclipse, who would definitely be confused about Solar being a baby, especially since Moon told him that Bea's dimension was one that harbored a Nice Eclipse. In reality it's just a tiny baby Solar who was called Solar since the beginning.

Times and events pass and eventually Bea makes her home in the main dimension of this AU with Solar strapped to her back.

A bunch of other main events happen, though Bea's the one to meet Jigsaw(Ruin) initially instead of Atlas(New Moon at the time) and somehow ends up on cordial terms with them despite them still running off to who knows where.

Meanwhile back in Bea's old dimension, Moonrise found a hidden copy of Sunset's memories. Moonrise then decided they would pull a Canon Ruin and bring Sunset back via designing and building a body for the memories to occupy.

After this, Moonrise stupidly decides to add a sliver of his KillCode into this new Sunset so that they would still be related in some way.

Once the new Sunset wakes up, they're greeted by Moonrise standing over them. They ask where Bea and Solar are, with Moonrise going silent before telling the new Sunset that Bea and Solar went missing.

For awhile the new Sunset believes Moonrise on them just going missing, but then it reaches her through word of mouth thanks to Monty that Bea ran away with Solar because she was afraid Moonrise was gonna go too far when hurting her and kill them, leaving Solar defenseless. The new Sunset still has maternal feelings towards Bea and Solar despite being their own person and still considers Bea and Solar her children as well....

So with that in mind, the new Sunset, thanks to the KillCode inside of her heightening her rage and murderous revenge thoughts, went through with slaughtering Moonrise. This is when the new Sunset decided to go by a new name, that being SunBurn.

SunBurn managed to get into Moonrise's computer and finds out where Bea and Solar ended up, so she decides to go off to the main dimension. It should be noted they forgot to rinse themself off, so they were still covered in Moonrise's oil.

When she arrived, they were greeted by the sight of Bea at the computer with Solar playing with Dazzle nearby. Bea was immediately defensive until SunBurn spoke up. I'm gonna put the exchange below.

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SunBurn: SunnyBeam, Solar, I missed you so much!

Bea: ...M-Mom? You're....

SunBurn: Alive? Well...sort of. I have all the memories, I still have those maternal feelings for you and Solar...I still see you as my children, and you always will be....

Bea: approaches SunBurn I-I just can't believe you're...w-who's oil is that?

SunBurn: Oh...right, I forgot to wash myself off, haha! Let's just say Moonie won't try and hurt you ever again!

Bea: ...Y-You....y-you killed him...?

SunBurn: It was to protect you and Solar both! When I learned what he'd been doing that had caused you to run away with Solar, I just knew I couldn't risk him deciding to go after you to kill you for running away from him! I promise I would never hurt you or Solar, I only wish to protect you both!

Bea: I-I....y-you were never the type to...kill someone, Mom...

SunBurn: Well....Moonie put a sliver of his KillCode inside of me, so now I have violent urges when I'm feeling protective and angry over you getting hurt, from what I understand of it.

Bea: ....

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So Bea's understandably freaked out while Solar latches onto SunBurn, managing to recognize her as his Mama. Bea has to get used to SunBurn's urge to murder to protect her and Solar, and it does take awhile until it happens. Eventually she's able to call SunBurn their mom with a more genuine tone rather than an unsure tone of voice.

Oh and about Jigsaw(Ruin), he's still busted up in this AU and gets together with SunBurn. Tall murder lady x Ugly little british twink /aff because why not add it lmao.

[kadetheradio]

A bunch of Random TSAMS ships (Haters will be blocked.)

-Eclipse x Foxy -Nexus x Ruin -Lunar x Gemini billford style:) -Eclipse x Puppet -Eclipse x Ruin -Ruin x Gemini -Lord Eclipse x Bloodmoon(x Servant Sun(Sol)) -Ruin x Earth -Servant Sun x Dark Sun(Dust) -Lord Eclipse x Servant Eclipse -Sun x Glamrock Freddy -Dark Sun x Ruin -Bloodmoon x Sun(Pregnacy fic? Bottom BM?? BREEDING KINK?!?!?!) -Francis x Eclipse -Sun x KC -Solar x Eclipse -Eclipse x EAPS Moon -Solar x Ruin x Bloodmoon -Solar x Jigsaw x Eclipse -Ruin x Foxy -Solar's Moon (Cosmo) x Dark Sun's Moon (Spirit), QPR -Earth x Monty x Moon -Solar x His Sun -Taurus x Lunar -Lunar x Every Astral -Ruin x Ronty -Dark Sun x Sun -Dark Sun x Nexus -Sun's Cats(I'll probably have them be a background ship-) -Lord Eclipse x his Harvest -KC x nexus -KC x The Computer -Foxy x Lunar -Solar x Solarflare -Sun x Raven -Glamrock Ballora x Eclipse(Eaps) -KC x Solar -Solar x Sun -Solarflare x Sun -Eclipse x Sun x Solarflare -Solar's Moon x Lord Eclipse -Nebula x Solar !!Objectum/Conceptum TW warning!! -Solar x his tools -Lunar x Spigot -Earth x dolls -Eclipse x Gun -Moon x Wacking Stick -Sun x THERAPY -Bloodmoon x Lazer Toy Any Eclipse x Technology !!End warning!! -Sun x Wither Storm (The dragon I think) -KC x Solarflare -Sun x Servant Sun x Dark Sun x EAPS Sun -Castor x Nexus -Solar x Servant Sun -Earth x Eclipse -Sun x Servant Sun -KC x Ruin -Old Computer AI'S x Spaniard -EAPS Sun x Eclipse -Sun x Nexus x Solar x Eclipse -TSAMS Eclipse x FNAF Eclipse -Eclipse x Eclipse x Eclipse x Eclipse… (Joke) -Solar x Bloodmoon -Harvest x Strawberry -Earth x Lunar x Monty -Sun x Every Villian -KC x Frank -Jack x Bloodmoon -KC x Dark Sun -KC x Monty's Dad -Sun x Spaniard -Gemini x Bloodmoon

[tsams-simps-and-co-corner]

Hello!!

This blog exists because I’m bored and thought this would be fun. Besides, someone had to do it eventually. But yeah this is a SAMS/LAES x/& Reader blog.

I’m not doing oneshots or fics, just imagines and HCs. All readers will gender neutral unless you request a specific gender (not ABGB please). You must specify where in the timeline you want this to take place. 5 characters is max per requests

I WILL WRITE

Angst

Heavy angst

Fluff

Platonic and Romantic x readers (found family and biological family is fine! But so are readers who are just friends with them)

Queer readers

AUs (like the fanmade ones)

I WON’T WRITE

Smut/nsfw

Kink/fetish

Minor x Adult /MAP/p*do

Anything political

Self Harm and eating disorders

Anti-religious stuff

Homophobic or transphobic stuff

Pregnancy

Characters I will write romantic stuff for

☀️Sun🐈‍⬛

💥Ekleipsis🌑 (OG Eclipse)

🩸Harvest🌙 (OG Bloodmoon)

🌑KC🕷

🧠Creator🤖

🌞Solar Flare🗡

🌟Lord Eclipse💥

📚Servant Sun☀️

🔧Solar🔥

🌎Earth🌿

💫Lunar⚡️ (Post-Death)

🔥Sunburn☀️ (Dark Sun)

🎭Tragedy🩸 (“Infected/Jigsaw” Ruin)

🎭Comedy🕹 (“Cured” Ruin)

🌗Ruin🎭 (with no act)

🔪Reaper🩸 (Clone Bloodmoon)

🪓Entropy🩸 (Clone Bloodmoon again but alone)

🌙Mono☀️ (Clone Eclipse)

♊️Castor✨

✨Pollux♊️

���Gemini✨

Platonic ONLY characters

🌙Old Moon🌕

🌙New Moon🌑

💫Lunar (Pre-Death)🧸

🎃Jack🔪

🦌Dazzle👁‍🗨

[coastxlwaters]

Got asked this by a friend:

Why do i talk abt my QPR ships like they are actual ships? And tag it like they are?

First of all, they are technically still ships. Secondly, i was called out a while back (maybe a year ago?) that QPR relationships are not any less than actual love and should be treated like that, again i was young and dumb and didnt know that so now i try to tag my stuff correctly. Third, ive seen multiple ship art that can be seen as QPR yet non-shippers still do not want to see it. I would like to respect their boundaries.

Extra notes: All of my ships are QPR except for Solar x ruin(jigsaw) but even for those two there is NO 18+ THINGS i am a MINOR (suggestive jokes are fine i kinda find them funny at times)

So yes, (Solstice) Dark sun x Eclipse is QPR so if u do make art for the aus that have that ship pls do not show them kissing- (yes i have had sm ask if they would kiss, not any anon or moot, an irl friend)

[fairyfai]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Security Breach Shows - SunMoonShow (Web Series) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Nice Eclipse | Solar (Sun and Moon Show)/Ruin Eclipse (Sun and Moon Show) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Story takes place after Dark Sun arc, A lil ooc (as usual), Pre-Established Relationship, But kept a secret from celestial fam, Ruin is free and renamed Jigsaw, Jigsaw goes by they/he pronouns, ... Sweet n' Sassy Jigsaw (the way Solar likes it), Brief mention of Org Moon, chatting, Self-Doubt, playful banter, Kissing, Making out (to some degree), etc... (Please check the tags) Summary:

Love is given, not taken. Love can be received, if the seeker wishes it. Or so Jigsaw thought.

But what if they were denied, because of what they did? Something irrefutably heinous, that they’re barred from such love. To them, this might’ve been forever.

Well, despite what everyone thinks, only one person (or animatronic) thinks that he’s still worth giving.

For Solar, sometimes showing a little bit of love is all you need.

In other words, Solar found his (secret) idiot partner wandering in the daycare, confronts him and the two hash it out with their lips lmao.

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I think this fic is self-explanatory so... if you like SolRuin, then you’d definitely like this fic! Give it read and enjoy! :)

[bittyfromquotev]

I had a wonderful idea y’all. What if…

TSAMS/TLEAS x Little Nightmares

It would still be the basic storyline of the Little Nightmares games, just with TSAMS/TLEAS characters instead. I already have (some of) their roles in mind. Also I just really don’t like Lunar sometimes so—

Lunar- Six

Earth- Mono

Moon- the Janitor

Bloodmoon Twins- the Chef Twins

Killcode- TV/Hat Guy

Ruin/Jigsaw- the Doctor

Creator- the Tower

Eclipse- the Geisha

Sun- the Teacher

Solar- the Hunter

:)

[shandian-go]

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[alexesguerra]

Usborne Book and Jigsaw Planet Earth (Usborne Book and Jigsaw) Usborne Book and Jigsaw Planet Earth (Usborne Book and Jigsaw) Contributor(s): Smith, Sam (Author) , Hammond, The Boy Fitz (Illustrator) Publisher: Usborne Books Product Code: 9781835404423 Physical Info: 1.9" H x 10.4" L x 8.1" W (1.45 Pound) Contributor Bio: Smith, Sam Sam grew up in Buckinghamshire, falling off various bicycles before reading books and making up his own stories about more competent heroes. After studying English at Cambridge University, he joined Usborne in 2013, and now writes titles ranging from fold-out solar systems to maze books full of swashbuckling pirates. Sometimes, Sam cycles to work.

[lazyboy-baby]

Okay that’s a relief. I’ve honestly been curious of how your au differs from canon, since the designs are so much different and clearly sun isn’t afraid of eclipse and solar flare doesn’t hate him. So what happened in this au? How is it set up?

Funny thing, I kind of don't have a whole idea of how the story is going to proceed, but I know how it starts and ends, which is something.

The changes really start after Bloodmoon is rebuilt (by the way, this AU takes place in the same universe as this post I made a while ago).

The premise of the story is that Jigsaw found one of Eclipse's backups and built a body for him.

When he is finally placed in the new body. Surprise! He's not an ordinary backup, he's the original Eclipse, who still remembers everything before he died.

One more surprise is that Solar Flare is with him, they also don't know how they got there.

And after that it's a little confusing for me about how the story is going, but one thing I know where it's going is the relationships between each character. First of all, yes, there will be ships, especially with Eclipse.

And about Sun and Eclipse, I like to imagine that Sun discovered that Eclipse was alive after finding him in a horrible situation, where he is almost dead or having a breakdown, problaby having a breakdown, and they end up building their relationship from there, with Sun understanding Eclipse in a way that he never thought he could and Eclipse respects and understands Sun in a way he didn't even know he was capable of.

I think I rambled a little too much about this AU lol, here are some references of the designs and other things:

Eclipse, in the start and the ending (and shirtless):

Jigsaw, because it's such a silly boy:

Solar Flare, they're that one character i draw every time i want to see boobs:

Sun, big boy, i love him:

Jigsaw and Ruin are completely different entities in this AU, because I can't get rid of Jigsaw, it's really funny to me:

Also, Ruin x Solar, you guys infected me I swear:

And for reference, the height comparison between the gang:

[tsbs-shipfessions]

Solar x Jigsaw Ruin x Eclipse

I just love thinking of Jigsaw as an emotional manipulator. Not an obvious one either. Like I would fall for this man in a heartbeat. Solar wants to bring Sun and Moon back? Oh yikes sorry, Jigsaw flirted one too many times and now he doesn't know what to do. But then Eclipse? He hates Solar and doesn't know what to think of Jigsaw. But they coerce (dubcon and then maybe full con) him into sexy time once and he's attached. Like there goes two possible threats and now he's got guard dogs. As long as he spoils them and gives them all his attention they'll be loyal to a t.

[edutainer2022]

This is a shamelessly self-indulgent, teeth-rotting follow up to ‘Cracks’. Expect lots of angst and fluff. And fluffy angst. And a Tracy puppy pile. It’s an angsty kind of puppy pile. It’s a thing. Scott sleeps his fever off through all of it, but he’s very loved by everyone. They’ll be okay. Not just yet, but eventually.

PUZZLES

With no small help from the Mechanic and no slight propulsion force of Grandma´s crisp medical orders, who cut their trip short before all the boys could be back from the rescues, Scott was safely installed in his room, tucked in bed, and Jeff was left to gather his bearings and the suddenly frail shards of his wits. If his mother had anything to say on the whole matter at hand, she opted to put it off for the time being. He was instead all but marched to the shower in Scott´s suite (no, against rational considerations, he refused to put more distance than that between himself and a now quiet, still Scott) before resuming his vigil over a sleeping son. Jeff couldn’t begin to fathom how he was going to face that boy’s demons (and his own) in the spotlight of lucidity. But it was the liminal dusk of fever and all the routine, simple worries it ensued, for now. A respite. He could hear the boom and rumble of Thunderbird 2 landing in the hangar. He could almost feel the urgency and concern reverberating through the core of the island, straight from his second son’s heart. That meant Virgil would soon be by his brother’s side. Still Jeff spent an extra minute under the scolding spray to make sure the last of biting salt was washed out of his eyes. Those moments to compose himself must have stretched to longer minutes than he was aware, as it was almost night when he stepped back into the room. Virgil was already there, propped half up on one of the pillows, Scott gathered in a strong embrace against his chest. It was a well-practiced arrangement between the brothers, Jeff could see with a sharp pang in his own chest – their limbs and bodies locked perfectly as a jigsaw puzzle, Scott’s head nestled right over Virgil’s heart. Just how many occasions of pain, and stress, and heartache in his sons’ lives called for such a huddle? Shadows gathered in the room, pooling in the corners and by the bed, shrouding Virgil’s face, deepening his boy’s frown. Painted over by shadows, Virgil looked eerily like Jeff’s own father – an unwavering rock of a man. Among the solid obscurity the only shimmer of movement - his son’s eyes, the dark, haunted glisten of an underground lake. Tears. Jeff didn’t fail to note Virgil hadn’t greeted him. Had barely looked up at him from Scott’s sleeping form.

‘Scott gets nightmares when he has a fever.’

Jeff shivered at the sound of Virgil’s baritone – flat and as drained of color as the shadows around his sons. When exactly did that become a thing? Was it always so and he just missed too many cold-induced fevers in his eldest childhood, sauntering around the solar system? Or was he too busy wallowing in grief and reshaping the world to fit his aspirations of grandeur while his second son hushed the screams, plaguing his eldest dreams, with flannel pajamas and soothing hugs? Or was it a newer development in Scott’s sleep pattern, after his Big Damn Hero father finally saved the humankind with a bang and a flare? Jeff felt he could be sick right there and then, disgusted with himself, but the shadows shifted, a moon beam sneaking in just in time to reveal Virgil’s chin trembling, eyes wide and desperate – a silent plea for help from his gentle child, who never asked for much. When Scott first fainted in the lounge John of course left the comms feed open for all the brothers. All his sons must have overheard what Scott’s feverish mind let slip the way he wouldn’t otherwise, not voluntarily – the crushing guilt over not being fast enough to trade his own life for Jeff’s in the Zero-X incident and the morbid certainty he was never enough to make up for Jeff’s absence in his brothers’ and the humanity’s lives. However far from the truth, it was bad enough Jeff would have to live and deal with this burden - the devastating legacy he left his son. He could now see Virgil too going under with it, drowning in his brother’s shadows.

In two brisk strides Jeff was by the side of the bed, climbing up to envelope Virgil into a hug of his own, guiding his son’s massive form, stiff from the day of hard rescue, rigid in stupor of unexpected sucker punch of Scott’s ailment and heartbreak, to relax against his chest. His ribs creaked in protest as he was now hoisting the combined weight of his two adult sons – Virgil still holding a sleeping Scott, never letting go. This would have been easier attained, when they could both be tucked under his chin and Virgil’s feet were so small they could fit in his father’s palm. Still, he could manage it. He let his boys carry too much of the heavy world he crafted for far too long. He would hold his boys now as best he could. He wanted to console Virgil, to soothe away at least the blame for missing the signs of Scott’s rising fever. It might have been Virgil’s job as the IR medic, but it was sure Jeff’s job as a father to pay attention. And he failed. In so many more ways than one. He lost sight of so much. Virgil let out a whimper and Jeff opted against words – kissing the top of his son’s head instead and rubbing his hand up and down his son’s strong arm.

‘You have to tell him. YOU have to tell him, Dad. He doesn’t believe me…’

Virgil’s ragged whisper was now muffled by Jeff’s shoulder, where his face was buried, away from the one moonbeam of light, chasing the silent shadows, away from Jeff. His second eldest was pleading to the ultimate authority to let Scott know he was enough. To let him know he was irreplaceable. It would be easier if Jeff were certain he was enough to get the idea through. He certainly failed to convince his eldest through the previous twenty years before his disappearance. Jeff felt rather than heard Virgil’s muted sobs through the rustle of his shirt and the tremble of the boy’s shoulders in his embrace. As if sensing the younger brother’s distress, Scott’s brows knitted in a frown and he hugged Virgil closer, but remained unstirred. If his soul had been crushed to pieces earlier that day – it now sure hurt like each shard was being pulled out, leaving a jagged wound. So Jeff tightened the hold on his sons to keep the cracks from shuttering his heart to dust.

Virgil’s tears blissfully subsided into soft snores, as he heard the space elevator hiss and clank into the docking platform on an otherwise silent villa. Two more sons back home. He had no doubt John would not let Alan go alone. Not today. Not after what they all heard. Alan. He would have to tread gently around the boy. The well of hidden sorrow and heartache, flooding Scott, too deep for the most stalwart of them. On cue the door opened and both his spacefaring sons walked in, pale and somber. Already out of uniform. The nightlight of the hallway brightened Alan’s gaunt and exhausted face for a moment. The boy’s eyes were visibly red-rimmed and puffy. Jeff was prepared to welcome the youngest boy into a snuggle at his side, on the very edge of the bed. But without a sound Alan burrowed to wedge himself between Virgil and Scott, immediately latched to his biggest brother’s midriff like he would never let go. The boy tackled his father thus, when they first met among the stars. Jeff knew the ferocity and the sentiment of that embrace.

John spoke instead, moving to the other side of the bed.

‘Alan gets nightmares when Scott is ill or hurt’.

Oh. Another patch in the tapestry of his children’s woe he was unaware of. His littlest boy chased by relentless fear the only parent he ever truly knew, the only one left to him would be ripped away too. Ripped away by the perceived duty to uphold their father’s heroic legacy. Jeff stilled for a moment, straining to hear if there were more sobs. But for the rustle of sheets all was quiet. Small mercies. Either that or Allie had already cried himself dry on his way back from the orbit. The latter was more likely, if the dark circles under John’s eyes and a frown framing his lips, pursed thin, were any indication. The painful crease between ginger brows betrayed a headache.

On instinct Scott’s arm shifted to drape over Alan’s shoulders and a content sigh escaped, as something untangled in his eldest chest and he breathed deeper for the first time through the ordeal. Virgil’s arm moved in synch, chasing purchase where Scott was now cuddling Allie, never breaking contact. Another piece of the puzzle locked securely in place.

John was never much for tactile contact. Jeff knew that much, although his ginger spaceman had been quite generous with hugs and small touches to his old man and even his brothers upon Jeff’s return. Jeff had to wonder if something unfroze in his touch starved son, willing him to seek more contact. Regardless, he was quite aware of his son’s limits and didn’t expect John to join his brothers at all. Maybe he underestimated the force of Scott’s turmoil. Or John’s own. The mattress dipped on the opposite side and in a fluid motion John rolled to spoon Scott’s still frame. Forehead resting between his eldest brother’s shoulder blades with a soft thud, John’s long fingers clutched fistfuls of Scott’s shirt, knuckles almost glowing white with strain in the dimness of the room. A hitched breath and a hiss, too close to a stifled sob, for comfort, John let out, his eyes squeezed shut, made Jeff think of the airlock seals pressurized, spaceships docking in the vast void. Coming among one’s own. Coming home. He reached, gently, so as not to startle the touch averse son, and stroked the shock of red hair.

For a moment Jeff just marveled at this synched machinery of brotherhood. His brave, amazing boys presented an unwavering united front, pulled out nothing short of a miracle, saving him from the bum end of the galaxy, but there were cracks. Not just the indefatigable façade they showed the world, but the walls and the roots, and the very foundations of his family were crumbling under the toll in the wake of his choices. His beloved boys devised an elaborate technology of checks and balances, communicated in silence through nights like this (he didn’t dare think how many nights like this), to keep themselves from disintegrating.

The gear was still missing a final piece. Light and efficiently precise on bare feet, Gordon entered, two throw blankets in hand. Gordon entered and Jeff could swear the shadows retreated from his brothers’ sleeping forms. Of course.

‘John gets cold, when dirtside.’

One blanket was already being draped over his immediate older brother’s lanky form, careful not to disturb. The second blanket Gordon was ready to throw over Jeff himself. Attentive to detail, collected and considerate. Jeff mused longingly how he hasn’t quite met this Gordon, how he missed entirely his fishboy growing into this Gordon. Eight years in outer space did a number on his circulation, but today he had a Virgil for a blanket. The boy was a human shaped furnace. Jeff smiled gratefully but shook his head no, all the while watching (wondering) how Gordon was going to fit into his brothers’ arrangement. Between himself and his three eldest (the six feet squad, Gordon’s term) and Alan, Scott’s customized king size bed was pretty much full to capacity. But his second youngest son was half squid not for nothing – there was never a crevice, cleft or nook Gordon couldn’t squeeze in. Jeff had many a grey hair, earned looking for a hiding little Squido, to attest to that. With a swimmer’s grace Gordon hopped onto the far end of the bed, shimmied closer, folded and with appalling comfort tucked his feet beneath John. Jeff’s middle son shifted ever so slightly to accommodate the intrusion into his space, but didn’t protest. Jeff watched, mesmerized, as the blond aquanaut actually had the audacity to fluff the covers over Scott, fully intending to use his oldest brother’s hip as a pillow, all the while curled in some unfathomable ball. Of all his sons Gordon appeared the least shaken by Scott’s unwitting revelation. Halfway down to rest his head over Scott, the blond youth caught his father’s inquiring, haunted gaze and sat back up, with a sigh.

‘We watch over Scott. He gets sad. Not like when someone ate the last of leftover pizza sad. Or a rescue gone bad sad. That too’. – Gordon’s hand moved from picking invisible lint off the comforter to ruffling Alan’s hair, lightly. – ‘But when he thinks no one’s watching, he gets really sad.* Like, it-hurts-to-just-be sad. And today…’

Gordon’s voice trailed off and Jeff’s heart sank so deep he doubted he’d ever hear it’s beat again. Today they blinked and missed the cracks in Scott the depth, and breadth, and darkness of a singularity to swallow him whole, because they were too busy watching their father, like he hung the effin’ stars. He was ready to flinch from his sons accusing stare, but Gordon’s eyes were warm – a welcome contrast to the cool swathe of moonlight and relentless shadows.

‘…today you watched over him. You did good. It’ll be alright.’

Off Jeff’s double take Gordon settled against Scott, stretching one arm to reach Virgil’s grip on the eldest and clasping John’s fist, still curled over Scott’s shirt, with another. The brothers’ hands locked immediately, completing the circle of touch. The twist and turn of the boy’s agile body didn’t look comfortable, but Gordon was out like a light. The puzzle complete. All his sons were home.

He did good today… Jeff would hold on to that hope into the next morning, as he held his whole world in his arms to ward off the shadows, seeping through the cracks.

*The idea is borrowed from Sherlock (BBC series). Scott indeed makes the saddest faces, when he’s turned away or alone.

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hiii! i just found your account and i’m so in love with everything you’ve written!!! can i request a johnny demigod au?

piece by piece — SYH

johnny would rather die than admit he’s not able to fix something. no matter what it is, he’s absolutely certain he can find a way to make it right. correct the clock’s tick. make the light bulb shine again. puzzle the pieces of your heart together. who else would, if not him?

son of hephaestus!johnny x daughter of dionysus!reader

of course you can! thank you for request love, i hope you enjoy! <3

Some people are born with a silver-spoon in their mouth. Johnny entered the world with mechanical tools and screwdrivers in his little hands. At least that’s what he keeps on telling others when they watch him build something.

He’s always had a knack for stuff like that. During experiments, it was always Johnny who got the thing up and working. He loves to create. There’s no better feeling than getting something to work again, like a broken clock, or a flickering light.

There’s only one exception. Johnny’s never tried to fix a heart before, but he’s willing to try.

A loud yelp escapes you as Johnny takes away the wine bottle you were clinging to. Is this your second or third one? Honestly, he doesn’t remember. He hasn’t been paying attention. The only thing that matters right now is getting you away from all the alcohol, and into a bed to sleep your rush off. Your eyes are stained red, rivalling those of a stoner. Your fix is free; it’s called ‘tears’. Truth be told, you’re an emotional mess, and everything spills over the second alcohol enters your bloodstream and chases away the deep-rooted pain inside your chest.

“You give that back right now, Seo.”

“Not a chance in hell,” he deadpans. The frat house is way too loud, overcrowded with people he’s never seen before, but you’re gonna have to deal with that if you’re going to sleep over tonight. Strong arms slide beneath your back and into the hollows of your knees, lifting you up as if you‘re the pound of feathers and not the pound of iron you feel like. It’s a familiar feeling, because Johnny always carries you to bed. It’s a tradition that’s slipped into your drunk habits aswell, since you tend to pass out in your intoxicated bliss instead of helping yourself to an appropiate sleeping place.

Johnny sets you down on a soft mattress, one you recognize too easily. His blankets are freshly washed, and you ignore the laughter falling from Johnny’s lips as you snuggle into them. You look like a toddler. “Aren’t you going to change, (y/n)?” he mumbles, fingertips brushing over your cheekbones. You’re like a sculpture - flawless marble, the perfect depiction of a Greek beauty. Venus de Milo is literally sprawled over his bed. Not many guys can say that. “That croptop must be kinda tight. Here, let me help you.”

“You think you’re funny?” you drawl out. Alcohol makes your tongue heavy, speaking is an effort. He’d never admit it out loud, but you’re rather adorable whenever you’ve had a sip too much. Johnny tucks you in, the soft, plushy blankets covering your entire body. Your eyes are already screwed shut. You’ve got a sharp tongue, but everybody knows how much you trust Johnny. More than anyone else in your life. He’s the one who looks past the drunk facade and sees the sorrow beneath it, the very same your father must have felt when Ariadne left him for eternity. Like an illness, your heart is rotting from an invisible wound, inflicted by someone who didn’t know how to treat you right.

Johnny would. He knows you deserve to be treated like a princess, not some prize. That’s why he broke that guy’s jaw with pure pleasure. The busted knuckles after that were beyond worth it, and the kiss you had left on them was just the cherry on top.

There’s nothing Johnny wouldn’t do for you. His head is filled with thoughts about you and you only, his entire existence revolves around protecting his tiny best friend. You’re his world, and Johnny’s the moon circling it. You just don’t know it yet. Maybe you don’t want him, reject him like Aphrodite did to his father. It doesn’t sound so bad when it means he can still baby you like this, fingers carding through your hair, listening to the appreciative hums you let out at that. When he lowers his head to sneak a kiss on your cheek, cheeky and daring, you don’t fulfill your threats to snap his neck. Drowsily, since you’re already slipping into slumber, you catch Johnny around the neck and pull him down to leave your own peck on his temple.

Whoever in Olymp is responsible for your behavior, whatever Fate had meddled with your creation - he’d sincerely like to thank them from the bottom of his heart for making you a clingy drunk.

Since the first day of college, Johnny has been taking care of you. He had helped you renovate your dorms since you are literally helpless when it comes to building cupboards and setting up some baseboards. Whenever you miss a lecture, you copy off his carefully written notes. And you can bet your sweet ass you’re the first one to take a sip of Johnny’s freshly brewed coffee. It’s not like he has it in himself to stop you - he’s the one who offers you the mug and scolds you for not taking care of yourself. He’s the one who wants to ease off some stress from your shoulders by helping you with your living quarters. He wants to make sure you get the correct notes so you don’t fail during an exam.

It’s only right he’s the one to solve the jigsaw puzzle that represents your heart.

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“Raise your hand if you think (y/n)’s an alcoholic.”

“Nakamoto, if you don’t shut up, I’ll seriously consider stuffing your mouth with a croissant.” Over the breakfast table, you throw an not-so-evil glare Yuta’s way, but the man only laughs and starts eating his cereal. You don’t really look threatening in your blanket cocoon; you had refused to part from them when Johnny had woken you up and dragged you out of his room. “Seo, put that hand down right now.”

“Lying is a sin, (y/n).” He catches the hand that tried to hit his chest, and you yelp loudly when he tugs you out of your safe space inside the blankets so you can sit on his lap. His frat brothers are staring, all of them aware about the feelings blossoming in Johnny’s chest for the alcoholic he managed to befriend. He doesn’t care, though. He’s too busy adoring the embarrassed blush on your cheeks, so distracted by the sight that he forgets you’re in attack mode. The flick to his forehead actually hurts. “Don’t make me throw you across the table, (y/n). You know I can do it.”

“I’m not an alcoholic,” you shoot back. Stubborn as always.

Johnny’s arm around your waist doesn’t seem to bother you. You actually continue your breakfast while he rests his head on your shoulder, lost in your natural fragrance. Of course you smell like grapes. The stench of alcohol. But he also picks up roses, the underlying notes of the perfume you had put on last night. According to you, he smells like burnt wood and oil. That doesn’t sound as pleasant as you do, but he’ll take what he can.

The gears are already set in motion. Without you knowing, Johnny plans to cure your broken heart. So when you set down the knife you used to cut open your croissant, Johnny asks you: “(y/n), wanna go on a date?”

You freeze on his lap. Your heartbeat thunders below his touch, like a clock ticking away. Hearts are nothing but clockwork, racing towards your death. The last hour of your life. Until your battery finally runs out. Johnny has a lot of mechanic jokes. “Excuse me? Are you still drunk?”

“You of all people are not allowed to ask me if I’m drunk.”

“Fair,” you mumble, almost offended. But the shock still lingers in your veins, painted on his friend’s face aswell. You turn in his hold to look Johnny in the eyes, the disbelief in yours driving a knife through his heart. “Is this a joke, Seo Youngho? I don’t particularly like to joke about this and you know that better than anyone else.”

“That’s exactly why I’m asking.” Johnny’s fingers tug at your shirt, desperate to feel what’s below. Is your skin as soft as it looks like? If he touches you here and there, what can he coax out of you? His thoughts run wild about you always; sometimes innocently, sometimes anything but. “I’m sick of watching you drink your problems away, (y/n). We all know you’ve gotten over him, you’re just afraid of facing the consequences of what he’s done to you. Let me help you. I can fix this.”

Your eyes are hypnotizing. Maybe this is what it looks like when maenads possess their victims, luring them in with the promise of a good time and better alcohol. You don’t offer him intoxication - you offer Johnny the entire galaxy, every solar system locked into your gaze, a kaleidoscope of human memories, desire, love. One look would make any man lightheaded.

Children of Hephaestus are fireproof. They’re supposed to be blacksmiths, working at any temperature. Only you manage to leave scorch markings where your fingertips meet his face, uncomfortably hot, and still irresistible. Second degree burns don’t sound so bad when you’re the one inflicting them.

“You can’t fix everything, Johnny,” you tell him. The sadness clinging to your voice is centuries old, older than time itself, the common tale of a heart broken that’s never going to be whole again. “No matter how hard you try.”

Johnny clings to you like a drowning man would to his life ring. “You wouldn’t know. You never let me try.”

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Johnny doesn’t know where you start and he ends. Your relationship is blurred lines, interwoven red strings. There are pieces you’ve been given by him to make you complete, and parts you’ve given away to fulfill him. You give and give and give, never once thinking if it’s going to break you.

That’s why it’s so easy to love Johnny. A very long time ago, you’d already promised him your heart, long before it had been darkened by strangers who never learnt how to treat it. It’s his, in every sense of the word. Over the years, it has been fed with happy things. Johnny’s smile. The pride you feel whenever he wins an award for his experiments and ideas. The giddy feeling he sets off inside you when he lifts you off the ground to twirl you around like a princess. The many nights you used to stay up to listen to him and count the stars, naming them after you while you fell asleep to the sound of Johnny’s pulse. How could your heart belong to someone else, when it’s never known anyone besides him?

As long as there’s a beat inside your heart, there will be love, too. In the many thousand shards that pierce through your lungs and are barely hidden beneath your skin, affection will always pool beneath the blood they draw. You were so suspicious of Johnny’s attempts, yet it comes so easy.

He takes you out to see the city, even though you know every corner of it. Johnny forces you to see it with new eyes, to chase away the bad experiences you connect them with. The park where you had been broken up with turns into the place where Johnny teaches you to skate, arms tight around your waist, the promise of no harm ever coming to you if he can prevent it luring you to try. The many restaurants you had started to avoid because of the couples dining there had turned into date nights where Johnny orders for you and you in turn for him, laughing at the grimace the other pulls when it doesn’t taste as expected. He takes your memories and flips them, good side up.

Your lungs had been poisoned with toxins for a very long time. Johnny was the clean air that helped you breathe. What had once been pain turned into newfound happiness, the flutter of butterflies inside your stomach. The exploding fireworks Johnny sets off when his lips meet your skin.

Where alcohol had once mended was now pure fire. Johnny’s fire, burning you from the inside out, setting you free like a phoenix out of his ashes.

You should’ve known better than to trust this good feeling. A year’s worth of pain is not erased so easily. Rome wasn’t built in a day.

Doubt eats away at your heart, casting long shadows of the healing pieces.

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Johnny hates the theoretical part of his studies. His hands itch to work, to forge, to create. They can’t sit still, and that’s why it takes him hours to finish his assignments. If there’s not the impending doom of an exam lingering inside his mind, there’s no reason for him to sit unmoving on a chair for several hours to concentrate on the task at hand.

But time is running out, and he has to finish this now. He had already slept for the entire day, having eaten breakfast at 3pm since another frat party had kept him awake yesterday. Yeah, he should’ve laid off the alcohol, but you go ahead and try to tell Sicheng no when he begs you to come play beer pong.

That’s physically impossible. There’s not a single soul on this planet that’s able to resist Sicheng’s puppy dog eyes, and he knows. Monster.

That’s why Johnny sits here now. He has to force his short attention span to cling to the paper he’s supposed to be writing on, since he knows damn well he’d grasp at any chance to procrastinate. His thoughts wander to you, like always. His sweet (y/n). The raging alcoholic.

Or, how he likes to call you, his princess.

The petname colors your cheeks red and makes you lower your pretty eyes. His imagination is too vivid - Johnny groans loudly as you conquer his mind again, determined to stay there forever. Daydreams are always conjured by the wish of seeing you. Johnny is so unbelievably whipped.

He’s already decided. The next time he sees you, he’s going to ask you to be his girlfriend. To be his for as long as he exists, and in turn being yours forever. In a room full of people, Johnny’s eyes would still search for you. Who else would he love for the rest of his life if not you?

Maybe he’ll never get to.

The door to his room is thrown open rather loudly. Yuta tumbles in, yawn leaving his lips, before the man freezes in his movements and stares at Johnny. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“This is my room, you know.”

“I know this is your room, you giant idiot,” Yuta hisses. Johnny furrows his eyebrows; had he done something wrong...? What’s gotten the man so worked up? “I’m asking you why you’re here instead of the date you promised your almost-girlfriend who you’ve been in love with your entire life!”

Johnny’s heart drops. It falls and falls into that pit of dread inside his stomach, just like pencil and ruler as he throws it onto the table and grabs his jacket. He almost tumbles down the stairs and breaks his neck, but that’d be worth it if it meant reaching you faster. Taeil yells at him to be more careful, though his words only meet deaf ears. Johnny’s already long gone, bursting through the door as he starts running and prays it’s enough to reach you in time.

You’re not there.

He wonders how he can call himself a son of Hephaestus when he cannot even stop his own heart from shattering at the realization that he may have lost you forever. It would’ve been your anniversary with your ex boyfriend today, and Johnny realizes only now.

If only his father could see him like this. He’d cast him off Olympus, a perfect mimic of what Hera had done thousands of years ago. It’s what Johnny would have deserved.

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The many messages he leaves on your voicemail remain unanswered. He knocks at your dorm often, but you never open, not a rustle is heard inside. Like a graveyard, there’s only the sound of the wind breezing through your apartment, no sign of life. Your phone doesn’t ring when he calls you from outside the dorm, as if you’re not there. Not home.

Nowhere near him.

Back to square one, Johnny loves you from a distance. His tears soak the blankets you used to lull yourself in, and he spends hours locked inside his room listening to the playlist you created.

In a morbid sense of longing, he even bought that type of vodka you like so much. The one that tastes like peppermint and makes him want to retch, even though you’re able to swallow it up like water. He’s always known you were an alcoholic. For once, Johnny wishes you were here, getting drunk alongside him.

No matter how much the liquor numbs his senses, it doesn’t stop him from thinking about you. Like a broken record, Johnny always ends up wondering how you are. If you feel a little better, even though Johnny stood you up.

Every night, he asks the stars for you. They never respond.

❀ ❀ ❀

Johnny doesn’t know what he’s doing here. There’s no sense to knocking at your door - you’d die before opening it willingly. After all, you had opened your heart to him, and look where that had gotten you.

He almost passes out in relief when your face appears in the doorway, tear tracks staining your face. “Have you come to torture me more?” you whisper, too afraid of your voice breaking. If you can’t even stop your heart from doing it, you’d like to atleast beware your voice. “Go ahead. Let’s see what kills me first, my broken heart or alcohol.”

“(y/n),” he breathes out, and the pain in his voice makes you flinch. It matches the one sitting in your chest, an exact replica. Distance wounded you both. “(y/n), I am the stupidest man alive and I am so sorry I left you standing in the rain back then. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking.”

“I’d like to know that, too,” you mumble. Your voice is bitter, but your hands reach to hold his. Is he imagining things, or are you actually tugging him inside right now? Is it wishful thinking? Is that it?

Your apartment looks like a mess, as always. A perfect mirror to your mind. Johnny used to tease you about it. Now, it just makes him feel worse, because he did that to you. “I need to say it,” he suddenly says. “I need you to know.”

“To know what?”

“I love you.”

The three magic words. Instant remedy to any kind of wound, no matter how old, no matter how deadly. You confuse Johnny by laughing, fresh tears running over the old traces on your cheeks.

“I know.” You tug at his shirt and force him down; your scent floods Johnny’s senses when you press your face against the column of his neck. Now you’re home. Right where you’re supposed to be. “Who the else would be patient enough to fix me? I’m a big, fat mess. I should’ve waited for you that day...”

“You should have beat my fucking ass,” Johnny curses, and then he finally kisses you. Like fire, his kiss devours, rampant heat frying your senses and jumpstarting your tired heart. The kiss is way too messy, teeth knocking against each other in a frenzy. This is what you needed - the undying, pure love Johnny provides you with. It’s what you’ve been longing for since the first time you set eyes on him, the very first time his puzzle pieces clicked into place inside you.

Johnny’s never tried to fix a heart before, but he’s also the one who knows yours inside out. It’s only right that he’s the one who puts it together piece by piece.