#the penumbra podcast fic

[escapingarchives]

if Nureyev and Juno are together post-canon but not living together (bc Nureyev needs adventures and heists off planet) I can absolutely see him announce to Juno that he's back on Mars by just committing a crime and leaving enough clues for a) the case to get to Juno, and b) lead him on a mystery chase until Juno catches him in a fancy hotel room, lounging on a bed covered in rose petals and a spectacular outfit, feigning surprise

(Juno figures out it was Nureyev several hours earlier, but he plays along anyway. Besides, following the clues is fun)

[scarlettrust]

juno’s head must be so quiet now that the blood gunk is gone and ruby has gone home. like when someone from the city visits the country and they cant sleep because its too quiet

[sernhuh]

Fav trope in fics Nureyev thinking something SO DOWN BAD about Juno and going "Let's file it away for future consideration."

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: Nureyev would have very much liked to keep showering Juno in praises and watch him get more and more flustered, but unfortunately fate had other plans. Plans to ruin Nureyev's day, naturally. "Ivory?"

Author: @sunflower-serendipity

[beguilingcorpse]

ok btw if you like the themes and narrative beats of the locked tomb that revolve around duty, guilt, sacrifice, grief, self-loathing, psychosis and mental illness, spacey sci-fi settings, memorable side characters, parental issues, found family, complex queer relationships, women with knives, fuckery about gender, and/or whatever the hell you're supposed to do when you're supposed to die but keep on living. i beseech you to check out the juno steel stories in the penumbra podcast

[bamfwizard]

screams at you because the vespa/peter parallels of being taken away from your loved one because of a debt to a pharmaceutical company and your gf and their bff try to save you is tearing me apart

[anydaynowany]

i really need to get more people to listen to red valley, i’m suffering with not enough fan content to feed the hyperfixation gods

[juno-tism]

SOME FUN FACTS ABOUT MY JUNOVERSE OC!!!

Their name is Osiris (Ozzy or Oz for short). He/she/they and pansexual

Born and grew up on Brahma as a pest, making trinkets and gadgets and selling them for money as well as some light robbery. Lost her arm in an unfortunate incident and made her own robot arm over the course of a year with many scrap pieces she found in dumps.

At around the age of 7 he was being chased by some police after a robbery gone terribly wrong, and was very very wounded. Luckily they ran into Jet Siquliak, who was escaping from a similar heist himself. He notices how injured they are and take him back to Buddy to patch him up. Buddy discovers she’s good with gadgets and shoddy weapon making, and she doesn’t want to admit that she grew quite attached to the little one, so she takes her in and trains her under her wing.

They live with Jet and Buddy all the way up to the cabin events of Season 2-3 where Vespa and the crew are introduced.

Jet is like the cool uncle to him, hanging around in his garage while Jet works on the Ruby and even has in own tinkering station there.

Buddy is their mother figure, giving them nuggets of wisdom throughout life and teaching them how to properly shoot a gun. They have always been sort of attached to her, running to her after any petty arguments and the like. They have a similar relationship with Vespa once they get to know her better, finding their personalities very similar in terms of their wildcard-ish behavior and acting on a whim.

Speaking of petty arguments, once Juno and the crew arrive on the Carte Blanche that seems to be about all they do. It’s a loving sort of bickering but bickering nonetheless. Oz and Juno will fight about just anything if you have them the time. But in the end Juno would kill for him no hesitation. Surprisingly though, he gets along well with Peter, though his cheesiness and dramatics are subject to the occasional teasing. But they find their common ground and can tolerate each other’s presence most days.

Rita is definetly her favorite. Stream nights are always the best when they get to snuggle up on Rita’s mattress with her many many snacks and watch whatever marathon is on that day. Ozzy is the only one truly able to match Rita’s high energy on a daily basis.

[preciousconstellations]

Benten gave a shaky chuckle. “I think that’s been building up in me for a while. I— Yeah, you’re right. I should probably wait until he’s better before I open that can of worms at him, huh?” “Perhaps,” Nureyev said with a wry look. Benten flopped back down into the chair next to Nureyev, pulling his leg up once more, and the pair lapsed into mutual silence. The clock continued to tick.

I drew this last year and I'm super excited to finally share it -- art for chapter 11 of here's to feeling alive again by DesertWillow. Go check out the fic, it's so so good!!

[ceaseless-watchers-special-girl]

everyone and their fucking penumbra bingo cards. i only need one thing from the penumbra before this ends. i need someone to call peter nureyev "angel" in the most menacing fucking voice.

[ernmark]

I may be one of the few human beings that doesn't mind work meetings-- partly because the whole 'raised Mormon' thing kinda drilled leadership meetings and agendas into my head back when I was a teenager, and partly because I'm currently low enough in the pecking order that I'm frequently just a butt in a chair and can spend most of the meeting not paying attention while higher-ups debate matters that I have no access to.

Listen, I am all here for being paid to smile and nod thoughtfully while silently plotting out my next fanfic.

[floorley]

While I don’t feel very strongly about Slip Jackson either way, and don’t think he’s been particularly well-handled as a character:

Consider: what if the Executives had woken Slip up shortly before Nureyev, and convinced him that Nureyev was the one in a coma and he needed to go into debt to the Dokana Group to keep Nureyev alive, and then they put Slip to sleep, woke Nureyev up and told him the same spiel. What if, throughout the twenty years Nureyev’s been working for Dokana to protect Slip, Slip had actually been alive and conscious the entire time and working for Dokana to protect Nureyev. What if they ran into each other. I do in fact think that would have been sick as hell

[changecomesforyou]

im gonna miss juno steel so much😭 i can't believe its over. juno thank u so much for the gender. seriously

[femsanzo291]

@badthingshappenbingo

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Prompt: Traumatic Touch Aversion Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Peter Nureyev/Juno Steel, Peter Nureyev & Ruby 7 Characters: Juno Steel, Peter Nureyev, Ruby 7 (Penumbra Podcast) Additional Tags: Touch Aversion, Aftermath of Violence, Aftermath of Torture, Hurt/Comfort, Season/Series 05 Series: Part 24 of Bad Things Happen Bingo Summary:

During the Travel back to Rita after being rocketed into space from the Dokana base, Nureyev needs to make sure Juno isn't going to die from his injuries when he flinches away from all touch.

Read at A03 here.

[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

[podcast-official]

when u start reading a oneshot tagged "basically just juno and peter talking about boobs for 1k"