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madimpossibledreamer) wrote2025-06-01 01:45 pm
madimpossibledreamer) wrote2025-06-01 01:45 pm
Never Fade Away
I was hoping to have been able to work on the Cambion AU again but between unexpected stuff this week and next week and a migraine today, we're going with another thing I already had written but wasn't planning on posting yet.
For this one, the thought occurred to me while reading a different (and really good) soulmate fic series by x_los 'what if I used the Linked concept for it'. Then was like, nah, that'd never work. A ton of the plot can't happen if Blake isn't allowed to keep being mysterious, but I kept thinking about it. For one thing because Time Lord Blake isn't quite as inclined to not share that it's going to change things drastically anyway, and also because Phoenix and Edgeworth have been using blocks a lot recently and I suspect Avon and Blake would be the same way, because they're both nosy but also inclined to be fairly private. Add in some more Federation worldbuilding, and it totally works. Basically how the Linked soulmate AU stuff works is that two people form a mental Link, kinda like having a mental penpal. Platonic versions exist and at some point I might write one, since I'm using it again. Though, of course, while people talk about accepting that there's a bit of a stigma. (I suspect this isn't a completely original soulmate AU, partly because it's an extrapolated 'but what if more common' expansion on a Dresden Files Dresden/Marcone kinkmeme fill.) That being said I like the concept of 'this isn't cutting out free will, just giving you limited telepathy, and what you do with it is up to you'.
Main Points:
Blake's 7 (probably series A/season 1, but otherwise ambiguously set) (Black Holes and Revelations)
Chapter Summary: Blake and Avon argue all the time. This doesn't end like one of their usual arguments.
Word Count: 400
Rating: Teen
“Only if you really want to run this ship like a dictator,” Avon responds quickly, as it’s the one thing he can think of that will cause Blake to stay and continue rather than running like a coward, and as expected it hits its mark.
“Don’t you dare.” Blake’s voice drops. Astonishingly, it seems Avon has managed to wring levels of fury yet unseen out of the man. He hadn’t thought it possible.
“Or what.” He’d be thrown off the ship? Hardly a loss. It’s not as if he has a stake in this pathetic attempt at martyrdom with nothing to show for it.
“Or—” A look of confusion crosses Blake’s face. He takes a hesitant step. “Avon…”
And then he’s falling, a puppet with its strings cut. He’s in Avon’s arms before Avon knows it, but it’s clear from the weight that their fearless leader has fainted.
Predictably, the others cry out as Avon carefully lowers him to the floor. They sound distant and muffled as he tries to work out what, exactly, had happened. Now that he’s taking stock, Blake...seems a trifle warm, even through the clothes. Logically, the next step is to feel for a fever, but as he does something else entirely unexpected happens.
Images flash through his mind, one after another—Blake, tortured, one way then another, watching people he cares about die, overlaid with his continual screams as a particularly morbid soundtrack. With this it becomes clear that Blake could no more have done the smart thing and let their fellow prisoners die than he could stop his heart beating on command. Avon had found it particularly baffling, how much he had cared, since more than one of their fellows had been as charming as Reiker and statistically they couldn’t all be innocent. In the light of this, much is explained. And—of course, that’s why his voice was familiar, if not exactly the same, only he couldn’t let himself even think it, not when—
“I know you don’t care, but don’t get in our way,” Jenna interrupts, tone complete and utter disdain, and Avon merely lets go without protest, following quietly. His own behavior must be equally alarming, but none bother about him in favor of Blake. Quite fitting, he supposes.
For this one, the thought occurred to me while reading a different (and really good) soulmate fic series by x_los 'what if I used the Linked concept for it'. Then was like, nah, that'd never work. A ton of the plot can't happen if Blake isn't allowed to keep being mysterious, but I kept thinking about it. For one thing because Time Lord Blake isn't quite as inclined to not share that it's going to change things drastically anyway, and also because Phoenix and Edgeworth have been using blocks a lot recently and I suspect Avon and Blake would be the same way, because they're both nosy but also inclined to be fairly private. Add in some more Federation worldbuilding, and it totally works. Basically how the Linked soulmate AU stuff works is that two people form a mental Link, kinda like having a mental penpal. Platonic versions exist and at some point I might write one, since I'm using it again. Though, of course, while people talk about accepting that there's a bit of a stigma. (I suspect this isn't a completely original soulmate AU, partly because it's an extrapolated 'but what if more common' expansion on a Dresden Files Dresden/Marcone kinkmeme fill.) That being said I like the concept of 'this isn't cutting out free will, just giving you limited telepathy, and what you do with it is up to you'.
Main Points:
Blake's 7 (probably series A/season 1, but otherwise ambiguously set) (Black Holes and Revelations)
Chapter Summary: Blake and Avon argue all the time. This doesn't end like one of their usual arguments.
Word Count: 400
Rating: Teen
“Well. If you are quite satisfied verbally vivisecting me…” Blake stands and means this to be an end to the argument.
“Only if you really want to run this ship like a dictator,” Avon responds quickly, as it’s the one thing he can think of that will cause Blake to stay and continue rather than running like a coward, and as expected it hits its mark.
“Don’t you dare.” Blake’s voice drops. Astonishingly, it seems Avon has managed to wring levels of fury yet unseen out of the man. He hadn’t thought it possible.
“Or what.” He’d be thrown off the ship? Hardly a loss. It’s not as if he has a stake in this pathetic attempt at martyrdom with nothing to show for it.
“Or—” A look of confusion crosses Blake’s face. He takes a hesitant step. “Avon…”
And then he’s falling, a puppet with its strings cut. He’s in Avon’s arms before Avon knows it, but it’s clear from the weight that their fearless leader has fainted.
Predictably, the others cry out as Avon carefully lowers him to the floor. They sound distant and muffled as he tries to work out what, exactly, had happened. Now that he’s taking stock, Blake...seems a trifle warm, even through the clothes. Logically, the next step is to feel for a fever, but as he does something else entirely unexpected happens.
Images flash through his mind, one after another—Blake, tortured, one way then another, watching people he cares about die, overlaid with his continual screams as a particularly morbid soundtrack. With this it becomes clear that Blake could no more have done the smart thing and let their fellow prisoners die than he could stop his heart beating on command. Avon had found it particularly baffling, how much he had cared, since more than one of their fellows had been as charming as Reiker and statistically they couldn’t all be innocent. In the light of this, much is explained. And—of course, that’s why his voice was familiar, if not exactly the same, only he couldn’t let himself even think it, not when—
“I know you don’t care, but don’t get in our way,” Jenna interrupts, tone complete and utter disdain, and Avon merely lets go without protest, following quietly. His own behavior must be equally alarming, but none bother about him in favor of Blake. Quite fitting, he supposes.