#tpp fic

[autistic-daisy-johnson]

butterfly in my stomach, wasp in my gut

Peter Nureyev finally allows himself to collapse, heaving as he kneels on the tile floor. “You’re okay. Just breathe through it, babe, you’re gonna be okay.” “Wh—Juno? I thought—love, what are you doing?” There is an icepack on his neck, a hand on his stomach, and a detective on his shoulder, and he is unsure about how any of those things got there. Juno’s eyebrows wrinkle. “Uh, making sure you’re okay? You looked like you were about to hurl when we were playing Kanagawa-opoly. And, I mean, honestly I wouldn’t blame you if you did, but—” Nureyev wishes he could listen to Juno ramble until Sol explodes, but his stomach has other ideas. ... Nureyev has always had a sensitive stomach.

a series of vignettes exploring nureyev's chronic nausea.

[whumpdoyoumean]

Whumptober #5

xxx you better pray i don’t get up this time around

“The window,” Nureyev says, veering left. 

“The window?” Juno repeats, not sure at all that he likes this plan. Very certain, in fact, that he does not. 

“The window!” Nureyev fires two shots at the glass, shattering it. “Bend your knees, Juno. Tuck and roll. Remember your training!” And then he disappears.

“What training!” Juno shouts, and then he’s falling, and flailing, and the ground is rushing toward him fasttoofast and he does as Peter says and bends his knees before he hits the ground and maybe he didn’t do it right because there’s the sound of something going snap and his vision goes white and for a moment all he can do is scream. And then he looks at his leg and he screams again.

xxx 

Nureyev is about to make an attempt at picking himself up off the ground when he hears a sickening crack, followed by a pair of screams from Juno that makes the hair on the back of his neck stand up and his heart clench. He’s never heard his partner make a sound like that, not once. 

Not even in the tomb.

His pulse is racing as he scrambles to his feet and turns around. “Juno?” He closes the gap between himself and his partner in mere steps. He sees Juno’s face first, twisted in agony, eyes squeezed tightly shut. He sees Juno’s leg next, and has to turn away as his stomach does a backflip.

“My god.” He forces himself to take two deep breaths, regaining a bit of composure before he turns back to Juno and moves to his side, kneeling in the grass and not caring at all as the damp stuff presses into his bare knees. “Oh, Juno, my god,” he repeats under his breath, still not as composed as he’d like to be. “My-”

“-god,” Juno gasps, managing to look annoyed despite his obvious agony. “Yeah. Got it. It’s-it’s bad.”

“I think that may be a bit of an understatement, darling.” He tries to inject some humor into his voice and does a poor job of it as he grips Juno’s hand in his own.

He must have landed wrong. Very wrong, given that his bone, all jagged red and hints of white, is protruding from his shin. It’s bloody and it’s horrific and Nureyev honestly feels like vomiting, but that’s simply not an option. Instead he takes two deep breaths and pulls out his comm puts a finger to his ear as Juno lays whimpering and groaning and gasping beside him.

“Buddy, where are you now?” he says as soon as the comm crackles to life. 

The fear in his voice, the desperation, must be obvious because there’s a tinge of worry when she responds, “You okay, Pete?”

“We’ve got, um...a bit of a situation, here I’m afraid. Juno’s injured. His leg is broken.”

 “How did he manage that?”

It’s all my fault, he thinks, the thought making his chest go tight. Deep breath. “Can you get in closer, Buddy?” 

“...No. No, I’m sorry, Ransom. The anti-aircraft cannons would have us out of the sky before we landed. You’ll have to make your way to us. Is it bad?”

Nureyev almost laughs at the absurdity of the question, almost, except that Juno is in agony. The man’s hand goes limp in Nureyev’s at that moment, his pained noises quieting. Nureyev is concerned but not surprised to see that Juno has slipped out of consciousness. “Yes. It’s...It’s bad. What about Rita? Couldn’t she hack into them?”

“The computer’s on the fritz, dear, remember? There’s parts that need replacing.”

Nureyev lets out a string of curses under his breath. How could he have forgotten? 

“It’s just a little over a mile, Ransom. Do you think you can get him out?”

“I…” Nureyev shifts his gaze from Juno’s face to his leg and swallows back a bit of bile. “I’m looking at his bone, it’s���out in the open. I’m afraid to move him.”

“Vespa can talk you through stabilizing the injury. Or we can come to you on foot, but--”

“But it’ll take twice as long to get him back to the ship,” Nureyev finishes, heart sinking. “They’ll be coming for us. We don’t have that kind of time.” He closes his eyes and lets out a long sigh. “Tell me what to do.”

xxx 

Juno wakes up screaming. 

“I know, Juno, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. We’re almost there, darling. Just hold on for me. A little longer.” 

Nureyev is carrying Juno on his back, doing his absolute damndest to keep from jostling the man’s injured leg. But even with the improvised splint, Juno is still getting bumped around with every step.

“Ju-ju-stop! Stop, please! Please.” He breaks down into loud sobs. “Please. Fuck! Please, Nureyev, please.”

Nureyev finds himself biting back tears at the sound of his partner’s begging. 

“I can’t do that, darling. I’m so sorry. We must get you back to the ship so Vespa can do her work.”

Juno groans. “I hate you,” he mumbles.

He knows it’s the blood loss and the pain talking, but the words still send a shard of ice through Nureyev’s heart. He makes it a few more steps, and a few more shards puncture his ventricles, because he’s about to have to do something that he really doesn’t want to do.

Juno is slipping in his arms. 

“My love?” he says. 

Juno only grunts in reply.

“Darling, you’re going to want to brace yourself. I’m...I’m losing my grip on you and I’m afraid--I’m afraid I’m going to need to give you a boost.”

“Don’t.” The word comes out desperate and so very raw. “Nureyev, don’t!”

“Are you ready?”

“Don’t! Please, Peter please don’t do this please--”

Nureyev adjusts his hold on Juno, who barely manages to scream before going limp against Nureyev’s back. Nureyev steps a little faster, pushing himself to hurry, even just a little. His arms, especially his shoulders, are aching and his heart is hammering, his lungs burning, and he’s drenched in sweat. But it doesn’t matter because it’s Juno, stubborn, beautiful, infuriating, magnificent Juno, and Nureyev is going to fix this.

xxx 

[reyev]

never got over that dame

rated E | 4/? chapters | 49k+ archive warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Peter Nureyev, private eye, had a chance encounter with a brilliant, beautiful lady who left his head spinning. Nothing prepared him to face the lady down again, nor the catastrophe that could follow. He had to admit, though: he wouldn't trade it for all of Mars.

My current biggest project, the Reverse AU! Detective Nureyev meets Juno Steel, a mysterious lady from beyond the planet that has been his home for 30 years. Currently in progress.

author's note: Sex scene is optional and can be skipped while following the plot. Fic would be rated T if not for explicit content.

[alwaysyourqueen]

Hey so. The Penumbra Podcast huh. I've written over 70k words for it in the past month and show no sign of stopping, so I decided to make a masterpost here. My AO3 is alwaysyourqueen and you can find all of my work there. There will be blurbs/summaries under the cut here to avoid spam. Always mind the content warnings!

Canon and/or Self-Contained

not very good company at the moment rated T | 1/1 chapters | 6.5k archive warnings: none Always use protection, kids. Peter Nureyev is freaked out by his body's rebellion, and what that could mean for a future for him. Vespa Ilkay has to look out for her least favorite patient. Juno Steel solves a mystery he really didn't want to have to solve.

Juno Steel and the Ransoms rated T | 1/? chapters | 5k archive warnings: none Juno Steel is not prepared for two mysteries wrapped in sharp teeth and intrigue to show up in his life. Then again, he's never been prepared for anything, so why should this be any different? The Carte Blanche crew has seven members — Juno Steel, Buddy Aurinko, Vespa Ilkay, Rita!, Jet Sikuliaq, Peter Ransom, and Liana Ransom.

Ponder the Manner of Things rated G | 2/2 chapters | 9.5k archive warnings: none Juno is rather suddenly ripped from his day-to-day when a piece of his past quite literally walks up to him. It turns out that he's not quite done with Diamond Hijikata — or her daughter.

Take Me Away (From This Shitty Planet) rated T | 1/1 chapters | 2.6k archive warnings: none In the age of Jedi and the Republic, one former Jedi is trying to leave Coruscant. He employs a smuggler to do so.

Detective Nureyev and Con Artist Juno (AKA Role Reverse AU)

never got over that dame rated E | 4/? chapters | 49k+ archive warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Peter Nureyev, private eye, had a chance encounter with a brilliant, beautiful lady who left his head spinning. Nothing prepared him to face the lady down again, nor the catastrophe that could follow. He had to admit, though: he wouldn't trade it for all of Mars. author's note: Sex scene is optional, fic would be rated T if not for explicit content.

Spider-Juno and Black Cat Nureyev (AKA Spider-Man AU)

You Can Be Their Super Steel rated T | 1/1 chapters | 3.4k archive warnings: Major Character Death Juno's life changed when he became Spider-Man. He didn't realize just how much it could change after that.

Juno Steel and the Black Cat rated T | 2/? chapters | 10k+ archive warnings: Major Character Death The people of Hyperion City refer to the thief as the Black Cat. It’s a cute enough moniker, though he doesn’t wear cat ears or even claim to have a name. Spider-Man calls him many things, when they’re next to one another. Lips next to ears, masks pulled partially away, other things pulled more away. A name, a spider, a cat. A whole lot of messy, messy feelings.

Acrobatics rated E | 1/1 chapters | 1.3k archive warnings: none No one goes into the superhero or other costumed personality business because they don't love an edge of danger. Spider-Man and the Black Cat decide to add a little something special to one of their acrobatics practices.

Dahlia Rose and his Duke (AKA Dahlia and Duke Rose are cover names for organized crime)

Heavy is the Head rated T | 1/1 chapters | 2.6k archive warnings: none Dahlia Rose protects his investment. His Duke, his newest right hand. To the rest of the world, his love.

Deny It To A King? rated E | 1/1 chapters | 3k archive warnings: none Duke takes Dahlia in his office.

[nocturnnalex]

glacial melt

by nocturnalex

(click to read)

Very early in life, Peter Nureyev learns what it is to lose: to lose family, to lose the warmth of another, and to lose his very own existence. The cold has clung to Nureyev’s bones for decades. In a futile attempt to escape the chill, he buries his identity, and Peter Nureyev becomes that of the past.

Peter Nureyev is meant to be dead, but with the newly found warmth of another, Juno Steel, followed by a group of criminals on a high-steaks heist, his glacier begins to melt, and the boy beneath awakens.

multi-chapter - 65k - teen and up

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hello! this is my fic for the 2023 penumbra bang! I'm very excited to share this with you all, i hope you enjoy it! :D

special thanks to @koscheib for drawing the beautiful artwork in this fic, to the @penumbra bang team for helping me out all through the process, and to @prydon for beta reading - i could not have done it without you all!!

[whoknowsyourfuture]

Chronic Pain • Exploitation • "Let 'Em Laugh In My Face, I Don't Care."

Day 6 of whump: the musical! Thought this situation was absolutely perfect for this set of prompts when I heard the episode. Hope you enjoy!

Summary: Peter reacts to Slip's situation at the end of S5 E14.

[choofs]

if you think vespa and juno are sibling coded and they should maybe hug but be really bad at it this is for u, ok bye now

[starsprinkledwaters]

the feminine urge to write a vesbud tlou au fic

[crazydreamer6]

THANK YOOOOUUUUUU YOU ARE SO SWEET AND I'M SO FLATTER AND GLAD AND HONORED TO CALL YOU FRIEND AAAAAAAAAAA 💜😭💜😭💜😭💜😭💜

If this recommendation works, the fic is here: Lily and Honeysuckle

🥤

🥤: recommend an author or fanfic you love

OK IM TAKING THIS OPPORTUNITY TO SHAMELESSLY PUT MY FRIEND @crazydreamer6 ON A PEDESTAL ALL OF YOU NEED TO GO READ ZIR FIC LILY AND HONEYSUCKLE RN EVEN IF YOU HAVE NO IDEA WTF THE PENUMBRA PODCAST IS BCS ITS SO GOOD . LITERALLY SO GOOD . I'm genuinely obsessed with it , it is everything to me . literally does not require any listening to the penumbra podcast bcs that podcast is not actually that good and ze has literally just written an entire separate universe in there ough it's so good . I've left many comments that went past the ao3 character limit simply because I love l&h so so much . ough . also adri's just delightful and I love zir so much <3

[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

[ginnyw-potter]

The Potter Pointe Shop

Ballet AU, strangers to lovers

Jily prequel to Hinny's Pas de Deux (Link to the series)

Explicit

3 Chapters

20K words

James works in the Potter Pointe Shop together with his father. Every pointe shoe is an ode to his late mother and ballet dancer Euphemia. When the talented ballet dancer Lily walks in to pick up her shoes, James quickly realises he is completely and utterly lost for her. His father's encouragement only stresses him out more. Someone messes with her pointe shoes during the day of her dress rehearsal and James takes it upon himself do to an emergency delivery.

Chapter 1

The doorbell to the shop rang and a young woman walked in. She had long dark red hair and her cheeks and nose were red from the biting cold outside. She exhaled in relief when she stepped into the warmth of the shop.

James stood by the till and watched her. He momentarily forgot their usual greeting his father insisted on. “Hi.”

She smiled in greeting, loosening her scarf a little. “Good morning.”

“Good morning,” he said, his brain finally kicking back into motion. “Welcome to the Potter Pointe Shop.”

She walked up to the counter. “Thank you.” Her head tilted to the side when he did not say anything. “I am here to pick up an order.”

[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

[reyev]

Open Space

rated T | 1/1 chapters | 2.7k archive warnings: none apply

The Aurinko Crime Family is having a well-earned relaxation weekend on a beach planet (this one with modern amenities such as indoor plumbing). Unfortunately, something drives Ransom away from the festivities.

Beach episode is the new PCC prompt…and I decided to make it Jupeter hurt/comfort. Because. Sometimes Nureyev needs comforting!

[dead-dolphins]

After the birth: a tpp drabble

Set after chapter 17. I hope you like it!

After a gruelling early morning, the tumult of the birth had given way to an unexpected tranquillity that blanketed Shiganshina. It was a serenity borne of winter’s breath—silent and calm, broken only by the soft descent of snowflakes that floated down in an almost reverent dance.

In the hushed sanctuary of Mikasa’s chamber, darkness reigned supreme. It was an artificial gloom, crafted by thick curtains layered over the shutters, put there not only to fend off the encroaching winter chill but also to grant the new mother a tranquil rest. A candle burned softly, tough, its golden light casting flickering shadows on the walls. Its delicate halo highlighted the serene curve of the new mother’s sleeping face. After a night fraught with the trials of bringing a child into the world, the princess could finally find rest.

Where was the babe? Not nestled at her side, nor cradled in the pristine mother-of-pearl crib that stood vigil beside the grand bed, as one would expect. Instead, the child lay in someone’s arms, finding solace in the gentle embrace of that one who was his father.

Eren had assumed the task of caring for the newborn as soon as Mikasa’s eyes had closed in exhaustion. The little one was restless, his tiny limbs twitching and his soft whimpers filling the stillness. Eren had noticed it the moment his wife had drifted off to sleep. The child, barely an hour into his nap after his first feeding, was already squirming and fussing, unsettled by his mother’s warmth. Yet, Eren was determined to let Mikasa rest, hoping a full night’s sleep would restore the rosy glow to her cheeks.

So, he was there, in the dimly lit corner of the room, tackling the task that many men would dread. His movements were deliberate and calm, though fatigue tugged at the corners of his resolve. The weight of the baby, so small and delicate, was a new experience for him. He adjusted the swaddling blanket, ensuring it was snug but not too tight, and gently rocked the infant in his arms.

“I know you want your mother,” he murmured softly. “I want her too, most of the time and all the time. But you must let her sleep first, alright?” His words were tender, carrying the warmth of affection and reassurance, a promise spoken in the stillness of the night.

As he spoke, his fingers traced gentle patterns on the babe’s downy head. His eyes, though weary, were filled with a blend of devotion and tenderness. The small, soft breaths of Lucerys seemed to synchronize with the rhythmic rise and fall of his own chest, creating a lullaby of sorts in the quiet room.

And so, with a couple of slow, deliberate rocks in the chair and a gentle hum of an old lullaby from his past, Eren found a rhythm that soothed both himself and his son. Lucerys’s wrinkled forehead smoothed out, the lines of distress easing away. The baby’s tiny form relaxed against his father’s chest, and as if knowing that there was no danger there, he fell asleep again. 

“There it is,” Eren murmured with a smile, the simple joy of the moment reflecting in his eyes. 

This is my life now, he mused as he stood up to place the child in the crib, a crib that would soon be filled with not only the babe but one of the direwolf pups. 

This was his life, and he really relished in the prospect of what was to come.

[escapingarchives]

Consider:

Nureyev’s going undercover as a hypnotist for a show at a grand party of the wealthy (somewhere in the estate is a safe with some very important schematics he'd like to get his hands on).

He researches extensively, first pouring over books and then spending hours choosing outfits, rehearsing flourishes and precise movements. He’s also researching the heist itself, of course. But this time, Juno seems more annoyed with all the time he spends on his research. Juno lounges on the bed watching his boyfriend practicing his entrance over and over, only interrupted by occasional dives to double check his books.

Juno huffs and breaks the silence.

“What a bunch of bullshit, can you believe people actually think this hypnosis shit works? Controlling other people with your voice, my ass.” He rolls his shoulders, they've been tense for days, and the pain is worsening his mood.

“Oh now, it’s a performance like any other,” Nureyev replies, “but my research shows people can be put in a trance, can be hypnotized, provided they want it themselves. One cannot make someone do something against their will. They must want to be hypnotized, to let go and be open and obedient. It's quite interesting."

“Can’t see why anyone would want that at all.” Juno says in a snappy retort, but he considers it in his head. Being in a trance, mind blank, just floating and being open to... whoever’s in control. He’d hate it, of course, he’d feel way too vulnerable. Even more so in front of a crowd, at a show of all things. He needs to always be alert.

But…

Sometimes he just wants a break from it all, even his own head. Especially his own head. To relax and leave himself in the hands of... well. Maybe he can see the appeal, just a little.

He doesn’t say any of this out loud, of course. Nureyev just hums, practising how he'll pick his pendant out of his front pocket.

“Juno,” he says after a while, “since you’re not receptive to actually being hypnotized, can I test the act on you? Then you can tell me how it looks, without being distracted.” He smiles, one of his canines peeking out.

“Yeah, alright,” Juno replies, trying to sound nonchalant. He sits up at the edge of the bed, stretching a little, ignoring the little jump of excitement he feels for a brief moment. “But I’m still gonna tell you whenever you sound way too ridiculous.”

Nureyev's smile widens, and Juno's eye focus on his sharp teeth. “Wonderful, Juno.”

Nureyev starts with his grand entrance, speaking to the imaginary audience. Juno’s both in awe at his confidence and ability to glide seamlessly into the role, through the sheer ridiculousness of it all.

He resists the temptation to make a snide remark when Nureyev adresses an invisible audience member with the tales of his past deeds.

“… and I shall do it all, with this!” Nureyev reveals the crystal pendant he’s fastened to a chain in a dramatic flourish. “Now, esteemed audience, please quiet down so I can demonstrate my abilities on this lovely lady.”

He sits on a chair in front of Juno. “Now please Juno, focus on the crystal. Let your thoughts clear. All that matters is to keep your eye on the crystal, and listen to my voice…”

Juno rolls his eye, but still leans forward. Nureyev holds the crystal up by the chain so it catches the light, and starts swinging it slowly back and forth.

"That looks really stupid," Juno remarks.

Nureyev shushes him.

It’s a pretty jewel, probably worth quite a lot. Juno wonders where Nureyev stole it. It’s a deep violet that shifts from a sparkling, deep blue, into a gold-speckled pink. It naturally grabs his attention, swinging back and forth. The swinging part still looks stupid. But maybe it would be nice to...

The pendant swings, and Nureyev keeps talking in his smooth voice. This might not be so bad, after all. Juno doesn’t feel vulnerable, there’s nothing to be worried about, he knows he’s safe with Nureyev. Who’s currently speaking, but Juno can’t recall what he’s been saying. He focuses on Nureyev’s steady voice again; he loves listening to that melodic voice.

“You feel the tension leave your jaw, your neck, your chest, arms, that’s it, relax…”

It’s surprisingly easy, Juno thinks, to relax. Usually it’s hard to let go of all the tension that sits in his body. It's such a constant part of him that it almost feels strange how easy it melts from his limbs.

“… your stomach, your legs..."

He's breathing more deeply now, he notices. It's comfortable where he sits on the bed, letting his eye follow the pretty pendant that catches the light. He's safe here.

"...very good, relax for me, you're doing so well."

Juno feels warm at that. He's glad he's doing well. Nureyev's voice really suits this kind of thing, he thinks. Smooth and low and inviting. Juno wants to tell him he sounds nice, but he's so relaxed. It can wait. He struggles to keep his eye open.

"... even more relaxed and sleepy, and you'll only let go on my count - wait, Juno?"

The pendant stops for a moment. Juno lets out a low, protesting sound. It's very hard, but Juno lifts his heavy eye to Nureyev's face. He was doing well, wasn't he?

"Are you really -?" Nureyev says softly.

Juno's so relaxed and comfortable, he felt so close to letting go and now he's confused about what Nureyev's even talking about. He manages a questioning "hmm?"

Nureyev stares at him for a long moment, considering, and then he smiles again, showing his sharp teeth. He cups Juno's face, and it feels nice, so Juno leans into it.

"Oh Juno, you are too lovely, " Nureyev says and holds up the pendant again, swinging the beautiful crystal. "Look back at the crystal and keep listening. That's it, well done, and you feel yourself gliding back into the comfortable feeling. Just focus on my voice and how good it feels."

Juno's eye is following the jewel again, how it catches the light, his breathing evening out. He feels like he's enveloped in a soft blanket.

"When I count down, you will feel even more relaxed at every step. When I reach zero, you will sleep for me. You'll be fully under, open, and relaxed. No need to be distracted, just be in the moment, no need to think of anything else..."

Distantly, Juno hears Nureyev speak for another minute, then he starts to count down from ten. For every number, he feels heavier, and more and more comfortable. It's so easy to let go. He wants to let go, to let Nureyev take care of him. Vaguely, he realizes he's wanted it ever since Nureyev introduced him to his newest con. Blank, soft, mindless. Quiet. Juno wants that, and he trusts Nureyev. Of course he does.

"Zero. Sleep for me, Juno."

Juno does.

[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