Adjusting [Branded AU]

I’m finally writing something for my own AU?!? You better believe it!

A small collection of short stories that encompass some of Jameson and Henrik’s experiences in the time short after Henrik’s rescue. These events are in chronological order, but they don’t all happen in the same day.

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Jamie knocked softly on the door to his guest’s room, careful not to startle him. After getting no response, he opened the door slightly and peered in. Henrik was sitting at the desk, staring at his reflection. He caught a glimpse of Jamie in the doorway and turned around, inviting him in with a wave. Jamie pulled over a chair and sat down pulling a device out of his pocket.

“What is that?” Henrik asked, wary of the strange device. Jamie put a hand up to tell him to wait before he flipped the lid on the device up. Three dots appeared on the cover facing Henrik, who watched as they blinked. Jamie tapped away on the other side and words began appearing.

“This is a device I made today that will hopefully aid you in understanding me until I can teach you sign language. Will this suffice?” Jamie looked up at Henrik as he finished. Henrik stared at the machine in wonder, with a hint of fear.

“How did you-” He stuttered. “What is that?”

“Its a mini dual-screen computer I made.”

“You…. What? What is a com-computer?” Jamie looked at Henrik in confusion at the question.

“You don’t know-” He paused and deleted the text.”What year is it to you?”

“1807. Why?”

Jamie looked at Henrik, shock clear on his face.

“How can that be? You’re not a time traveler, are you?”

“What? No? Why would you ask that?”

“You- Henrik, you said you were captured when you were in college, right?”

“Yes, I am 23.”

“No… You’re 225. You were under their control for over two hundred years.”

Henrik’s eyes widened and he looked back at himself in the mirror. “no that cannot be…” His fingers traced his face, ending at his beard. “I guess that explains the facial hair…” He mumbled before turning around again. “But how? Over 200 years? How am I not de-”

Jameson looked at Henrik, his gaze intense and searching. Henrik gulped and nervously looked around before he felt the gaze leave. He looked back and saw Jamie typing away again. “When you attacked me, your eyes were glowing, like magic. Can you do that again?”

Henrik looked confused before he closed his eyes, searching inside himself for something… he wasn’t quite sure what. His memory was still fuzzy, and after a while, he came up empty-handed. Henrik shook his head and looked back at Jamie.

“I still can’t really remember anything… I know I had powers, but I don’t remember what they were. I can’t feel them anymore.”

“They might have been linked to the mask.” Jamie tapped his chin, in thought. “If we can remove the masks, we might be able to save the others…”

“Others?”

“Yes. Since your capture, whoever is doing this has been building an army. I do not know why, or how many there are. About 30 years ago is when the government finally took notice of what was happening. But my parents-” Jamie stopped typing suddenly. He sighed with a sad look on his face. “… knew before then. They tried to help…” Jamie looked at his hands. Henrik noticed that his breathing had gotten more rapid, and reached out. He grabbed Jamie’s hand gently and his heart dropped when Jamie’s head shot up, fear in his eyes.

“I’m sorry that happened. But you’re fine now.” Henrik gave him a small smile. Jamie mirrored his smile before going back to his computer.

“Thank you, Henrik.”

— — —

Henrik tapped his pen against his chin, trying to remember anything. Jameson recommended that writing what he remembered down in a journal would help him get his memories back. It did help a little bit, but the only things he could remember were from the last week before he was saved. He let out a huff of frustration and glanced at the clock. 4:29 pm. He grabbed his cane and just as the clock struck half past, he hit it five times on the floor.

Jameson looked up as the five taps sounded, right on time. He pressed a little button under the desk before turning his attention back to his customer, who was looking at the ceiling confused.

“What was that?” She asked.

“Oh, it was just this clock I have up there.” Jameson signed. “It broke a while ago and now sounds half after every hour. I’ll fix it eventually, but customers come first.”

“Interesting clock…” The two of them returned to the task on hand, a small pocket watch that the woman’s partner wanted to be fixed.

A couple of hours later, Jameson flipped the open sign on his door to the closed side and locked the door. He made his way back to the register to count and store the day’s earnings. He glanced at the clock- 7:02 pm. Henrik was late. He pressed the button under the desk three times as an “is everything alright?” After waiting for a few moments without response, he left the cash on a shelf and quickly walked up the stairs. He opened the door to Henrik’s room with a little more force than usual, eyes searching the room. He saw Henrik slumped over at his desk, cane laying on the floor. He could feel his heartbeat in his chest as he quietly walked over and placed a hand on Henrik’s shoulder. At the small touch, Henrik shot up, knocking the chair to the floor and whipping his cane-sword up in a single fluid motion. Jamie jumped back before the sword could cut him, putting his hands up. Henrik’s fear and anger filled expression softened as soon as his eyes focused on Jamie across the room. He immediately put his sword back and searched Jamie.

“I’m sorry, you’re not hurt are you?” Jamie looked himself over before giving a double thumbs up. Henrik let out a breath and placed his cane on the desk. “Thank goodness. Sorry again, I’m just a little jumpy.” He paused and looked around. “Wait why are you up here?”

Jamie pointed at the clock on the wall, which was now at 7:06 pm.

“Oh. I guess I fell asleep.” Henrik rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “But I guess its still a good idea to do this whole thing. We need to keep each other safe after all.” Jameson nodded and made a few motions with his hands. Henrik still didn’t know much sign language, but he could still decipher the message. “Yeah, I’ll try not to fall asleep and worry you like that again.”

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Jameson’s eyes shot open to see darkness. He rolled over and with the press of a small button on his arm, his right eye shut down its visual sensors, turning on a light instead. His room was illuminated by a faint green glow as he looked around, listening.

I know I heard something…. Jameson thought. Henrik isn’t having nightmares again, is he? He slowly stood up and made his way over to the door, not bothering to attach his prosthetic arm. He creaked open the door and looked down the hall. Henrik’s door was slightly open, so Jameson made his way over. He pushed the door open gently and looked around. Henrik wasn’t in bed. There was a crash from downstairs and Jameson jumped. He made his way to the staircase, stepping close to the sides instead of the middle of the steps. This feels familiar… Jamie held what remained of his right arm close to his side as he neared the bottom. His light dimmed slightly as he listened. There was some shuffling from the front room. Please no. They didn’t find me again, did they? He made his way as quietly as possible to the front of his shop and peeked around the corner. A shadowed figure was crouching behind his register, searching through the boxes under the desk. There was a faint blue glow coming from the figure’s face, but his back was turned. Jameson backed up, his heart rate speeding up. No, I thought I was smart about this! How did they find me? How- He took in a quick breath and his light suddenly flared, lighting up the room in a green glow. The figure’s head shot up and turned slowly. Jameson gasped.

Henrik?!

The man was looking at him, blank eyes glowing slightly blue. The two men studied each other for a bit, neither one really sure what to do next. Suddenly, Henrik stood up and strode over to Jameson, grabbing his nightshirt in one hand.

“Where is it, Jameson?” He said, voice blank but intimidating.

“What?” Jameson signed with one hand.

“MY MASK. Where is it?” Jameson opened his mouth but no sound came out. Let me talk to him! He needs to snap out of this! LET ME SPEAK!! Henrik glared at the silent man.

“Useless. A broken puppet.” Henrik released the shirt with force and Jamie stumbled to the side. Henrik began making his way into the shop again. Jameson felt anger flare up in him, not for Henrik, but at his inability to speak. I need to stop him before he finds it. But how? Jameson stood and the movement caught Henrik’s attention again.

“Do you think you can stop me? Do you think you can stop us?” Henrik stood and smirked as Jameson walked over. “You. Are. Broken. There is nothing you can do. Once I’m done here-”

*SLAP*

Henrik’s head shot to the side from Jameson’s powerful slap. He blinked a couple times before he brought his hand up to his face. He glared at Jamie, eyes flashing blue again. “YOU-” *SLAP*

Jameson slapped Henrik again. This time, he stayed looking to the side, blinking slowly, as if he was waking up. When he turned back again, the blue glow was gone from his eyes.

“Jam-Jamie?” Jameson’s expression softened as Henrik looked around, confused. He brought his hand up to his face again, wincing as his cheek stung. “What happened?”

“You were a puppet.” Jamie signed slowly. Henrik studied the movements, deciphering them the best he could. His eyes widened in fear and he backed away.

“What? How? Did I hurt you?”

Jamie shook his head. “I’m fine. It’s you we should be worried about. What do you remember?” Jamie lead Henrik back upstairs and into his room, where he turned on his bedside lamp and returned his eye back to its original function. He grabbed and attached his arm before the two of them sat on his bed.

“I remember… getting ready for bed. That’s when I heard a voice whispering. Telling me to find… something. I tried to push the voice away and sleep, but it just got louder. I had to find it. Silence it. But then, it started laughing. ‘You can’t silence me. You can’t stop me. You will find me. You will…’ You will lose.” Jamie noticed the sudden shift in tone and looked up at Henrik’s face, whose eyes had started glowing again. “You will lose. You cannot stop us. You-”

Jamie jabbed Henrik’s sore cheek with a finger, snapping him out of it again. Henrik looked around confused, blue glow gone.

“Did- Did it happen again? My mind went blank…” Jamie nodded and Henrik’s face dropped. “I can’t stop it. It keeps whispering. That darn mask. Why won’t it just leave me alone?” Henrik put his head in his hands. Jamie rested a gentle hand on Henrik’s back, noticing how he tensed up before relaxing a little. Henrik looked over and Jamie drew his hand back.

“Maybe I can… try to dispose of the mask? Do you think that would help?”

“NO!” Henrik grabbed Jamie’s arm before letting go and putting his hand to his mouth. His eyes flickered blue, filled with fear. “Please, do it. I can’t live like this Jamie.” He mumbled into his hand. Jamie nodded and stood, watching Henrik as he walked to the door. Henrik didn’t meet his gaze, instead holding his hands close. Jamie walked down the hall and lit the fireplace in a side room. He left to grab the mask from its hiding spot and when he came back up the stairs, he saw Henrik tossing his coat into his room. Jamie hid the mask on his other side and gave Henrik a small encouraging smile as he walked into the room again. He closed the door most of the way and made his way to the fireplace, pulling out a pair of fire-resistant tongs. He grabbed the mask with those before slipping it into the fire, keeping his mechanical side away from the fire. Once he made sure the mask was sitting in the middle of the fire, he poked at the logs trying to make the fire bigger. He returned the togs to their place, turned around to grab a seat, and noticed Henrik in the doorway, watching the fire with tired eyes.

“Will that work?” He asked, leaning against the doorway.

“It should melt it once it gets hot enough.” Jamie grabbed a chair and sat down, ignoring Henrik’s raised eyebrow. “Would you like a seat?”

“Probably not a good idea to get me closer to that thing.” Jamie nodded and looked back at the mask before looking at Henrik.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, just a little warm-”

A sudden crack drew Jamie’s attention, and he saw that one of the lenses on the mask had cracked. It cracked again and a piece of glass fell into the flames. There was a noise behind him and Jamie turned to see Henrik on the floor, still leaning against the doorway.

“Henrik?”

“Why does it… hurt…?” His voice shook as he clutched his chest. Jamie stood quickly and went to his side, he pressed his hand to Henrik’s forehead. It was burning up. Henrik groaned, seemingly in pain and Jamie tried to stand up, only to be stopped by a hand on his arm. “Don’t take it oUT!” Henrik yelled and fell into Jamie’s arms, shaking.

Henrik!

Jamie looked between the mask, which had begun to melt, and Henrik, shaking in his arms and breathing deeply.

“Don’t take it out! You’re killing h-me! NO! I’ll be fi- AAAGGGGH!!” Henrik’s eyes flashed blue and he desperately clawed at Jamie’s shirt, trying to fight off the tugging of the strings. Jameson froze, not knowing what to do. This scenario, the yelling, the fire, his mind went blank. All he could do was si,t hoping that the man in his arms doesn’t explode. He snapped out of the blankness when the shuddering form below him spoke again.

“Please… make it stop….” Henrik’s scratchy voice faded as his body went limp. Jamie looked down at Henrik, whispering his name frantically. He rolled Henrik over and was relieved when he saw his chest slowly rise and fall. His hair was matted to his forehead with sweat, but his expression finally calm. Jamie gently moved Henrik into his arms and with only a little effort, lifted him up. As he went to bring him back to his room, he glanced at the fireplace, seeing the last remains of the mask melting into the flames.

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Marvin and Anti fusion really is a showman at heart with great audience participation.

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3 years ago

A Quiet Observer.

(Puppet JJ seems to give ‘ze good doctor’ company during his research. Researching the possibilities of transplanting a wooden soul into a human body can get very tiresome during late nights, so a helping boost from your patient can go a long way.) :)

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dapper-puppet

3 years ago

The Wilford and jj fic you reblogged inspired me so how about "if anything happened to you..." With Marvin and hurt!jj

(Small blood mentions warning! And a teensy bit of drinking.)

Jameson limped into the house. As far as he knew, everyone else was out. Marvin was doing a show, Jackie was on a patrol, Schneep was at work, Chase was at his studio,and Robbie was helping Chase in whatever challenge the vlogger had planned.

It was just as well. He didn’t want to give the others another reason to worry about him all the time. And…and he didn’t want them to think he couldn’t handle himself anymore than they already did. He’d put up a good fight, and he was proud of it. The other man had simply been stronger.

Of course, Jameson shouldn’t have gone to a bar without someone accompanying him. It was just foolish. But he’d wanted a drink, and the house had been emptied of alcohol for Chase’s sake. He only had one glass of whiskey, that was all. But as he’d left a man who had very clearly had far more drinks had stumbled into him, and had decided that it was Jameson’s fault.

And now Jameson was hobbling towards the doctor’s lab to take care of a few scrapes, and maybe a painkiller for his leg.

He washed his wounds and put some antiseptic on them, then bandaged them as best he could. Unfortunately he also had a split lip and, courtesy of a ring the man had on, a cut on his cheek. The other injuries would be easy to hide, he was sure he could even power through the limp, but the ones on his face would give him away.

Could he lie about how he got them?

He heard the front door slam closed and nearly jumped out of his skin.

“ANYBODY HOME?”

Marvin.

Jameson bit his lip without thinking, and yelped. It only made the cut worse, and now his mouth tasted foul. He realized too late that he’d sent the speech slide to Marvin. “JJ? Why’re you in the lab?”

“Well I um, I am afraid that I…injured myself slightly.” He winced. Why hadn’t he lied?!

“What? Let me see you, are you okay?”

Jameson turned around and tried to play it off as nothing. “I tripped in the garden. It’s nothing to be concerned about.”

Marvin looked at him in disbelief. “Nothing? JJ, what about those?” he said. He was pointing to Jameson’s arm. He’d forgotten to roll down the sleeve. Marvin looked at them, at the spots of red marring the bandages, and his expression turned angry. “How did that really happen?”

“W-what do you mean? I told you, I fell in the garden.” He hadn’t taken any painkiller. His leg was beginning to hurt much, much more the longer he stood. He was starting to feel lightheaded…

“That didn’t happen from tripping in the yard. If anything happened to you…” Marvin’s furious words trailed off. “JJ, you look pale.”

Jameson felt pale. He put his hand on his leg. It was wet where the pain was. He hand’t even noticed a stain on his dark pants… he brought hi hand away to rub his increasingly fuzzy head. Marvin gasped.

“JJ, what happened?!”

“I’m…really…okay…” Jameson slurred out. Darkness closed in on his vision. He heard a distance and dull thud, a worried yell from Marvin, and then he was out.

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dapper-puppet

3 years ago

Can you do a part 2 to the Henrik and Jameson neglect story? Maybe with him finding the guy who threatened him or telling one of his brothers whats going on?

(You know what? I don’t write the Septics od watch Jack anymore but fuck it, I’m feelin’ funky tonight and may as well give the boys another try. Plus, I just re-read it and the story made me sad, so let’s fix that.)

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three weeks.

It’s been... three weeks.

Not a word spoken to JJ, not a glance thrown his way.

Schneep had received more photos. Pictures taken through windows. Whoever this stalker is, they must be taking tips from Anti. It seems like they’re always watching.

“What did I do?” JJ signs, day after day.

Schneep doesn’t reply.

“What did I do?” JJ says with his slides.

Schneep pretends he doesn’t see it.

Marvin has taken over any and all of JJ’s medical care. Schneep didn’t ask him to. After that first incident... Marvin took it into his own hands.

... Schneep’s never felt so low in his life.

And the pictures are gleeful. Shots of him crying in his room (he’s since left the curtains shut at all times), shots of him ignoring a bleeding and sometimes sobbing JJ, shots of him just... just...

...

Jackie knocks on his door.

“Henrik?”

Schneep quickly wipes his eyes. If Jackie is using his first name, that means a very serious talk is about to take place. He needs to pretend as best he can.

“Yes?”

Jackie enters the room.

“Henrik, what the hell is going on with you and JJ?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean. You’ve been ignoring him for weeks. You’re acting like he doesn’t fuckin’ exist.”

Schneep shrugs.

“Don’t srug it off, what’s wrong with you?! He’s a wreck! He thinks he did something wrong, and he’s blaming himself!”

Schneep feels tears spring into his eyes. “I have nothing to say.”

Jackie is incredulous. “Nothing to say? Fucking nothing to say?! What’s going on with you?!”

“I need to get back to work.”

“No, you need to-”

“I! Need! To! Work!”

Jackie stares.

“... Is it Anti?” he asks quietly.

Schneep scoffs. “I am not doing the glitching, am I?”

Jackie doesn’t look convinced. “Something’s not right with you.”

“Yes, it is you interrupting me. Shoo! Shoo!”

Schneep stands up, pushing, pushing!, Jackie out of the room.

He slams the door shut.

Jackie takes a moment to process what just happened.

... Because what the fuck just happened?

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JJ cradles his photo album as he sits on his bed.

What happened? He and Schneep were close. Why did it all just... vanish?

He wipes his eyes, and shakes his head. He needs fresh air. Maybe that will help. Right? Maybe a nice breath of fresh air will give him some clarity, some clue as to what he did wrong...

He goes over to his window, opens it wide as possible, and leans out.

The bushes below rustle frantically.

“Jumping junipers!”

JJ startles away from the window, and then looks out again.

The bushes are still.

... Perhaps it was some kind of wild animal?

He leans out further, trying to get a better look-

...

Is that...

His eyes widen.

He rushes out of his room, bumping into an angry and perplexed Jackie.

“I think there was someone watching me from the bushes!”

“Was it Anti?” Jackie immediately jumps to.

“I don’t think so! But I think their clothes ripped, I swear I’ve seen a piece of fabric in the bushes just after receiving a terrible fright!”

“Show me!”

JJ leads Jackie outside, and points out the bush.

Jackie crawls under, and...

Yes, there it is. A bit of bright-red fabric. Sock material, it looks like.

He scowls. “JJ, you’re sleeping in Marvin’s room tonight.”

JJ nods, and quickly head back into the house, no longer feeling safe.

Jackie gets out from under the bush.

He hates when he has to do lookouts over their house. It’s been months, no sign of Anti, and he’d started to hope those days of fear and vigilance could truly be put behind him.

Apparently not.

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Jackie crouches at the top of a tree, eyes on the house.

He’s been like this for hours. He’ll be like this for hours more. It’s well into the night, and though his eyes ache, he’s trained himself to be able to keep watch for a full twenty-four hours if need be.

Every little shape, every shadow, ever sound, it’s all potential danger to his family. It keeps the blood pumping, keeps his heart racing.

And then he sees it.

It’s dark out, so it’s little more than a shadow. But it’s not an animal, he can tell that much. Animals don’t wear baseball caps.

He quietly slips through the trees, getting closer.

The shadow moves quickly. Practiced. Jackie’s blood runs cold, and his temper flares.

How long has this person been stalking them? And why?

He keeps following, ready to drop-

... They’re... going right past JJ’s room, now.

He thought they’d take more pictures than that. That was, what, two? They’d set up a dummy JJ in there, it looks like JJ is asleep in his bed, so why...

...

They’ve got an envelope...

...

Schneep’s room?

He watches them take out some kind of flat... something, and slowly, carefully, wedge Schneep’s window open just enough that they can slip the envelope through.

Jackie’s heart drops.

He climbs out of the tree, and grabs the person by the back of their shirt, yanking them away from the window as harshly as he can.

They yelp.

Schneep’s light comes on.

“Who the fuck are you?!” Jackie barks.

Schneep opens his window, and his eyes go wide.

“Answer me!” Jackie demands.

Marvin’s light goes on as well, and JJ’s head pops out of the window. His hands fly up to his mouth, and he rushes to Schneep’s room. Marvin and Chase follwo right behind.

“Let go of me!” the person says. “I’m fucking armed!”

“With what? This?” Marvin holds up a gun.

The person’s face falls with fear.

“Thought so.”

“Chase, what’s in the envelope?” Jackie says, not taking his eyes off of the stalker.

Chase rips it open, and his eyes widen in horror. JJ takes a step back. Schneep is near tears.

Photos. Photos of Schneep sobbing, of JJ sobbing, JJ begging Schneep to speak to him...

“Is this why?” JJ signs, hands trembling.

Jackie is livid. “Why?” he growls.

The person looks at him, and realizes there’s no way out of this.

“Your hack of a brother killed mine,” the person says, spitting as they speak. “My brother trusted this idiot to save his life, and he died! So-”

“So if you couldn’t talk to your brother, Schneep couldn’t talk to his?” Chase interrupts, digging through Schneep’s desk. He waves a little piece of paper, angry words scribbled in it’s lines. “Good evidence collecting, bro.”

“What kind of sick, twisted logic is that?” Marvin says, snarling.

“It’s justice!” the person snaps.

“No, it isn’t,” Jackie says coldly. “But you’re sure as fuck going to find that out soon.”

“What does that-”

“Marv, knock him out.”

Blue and green magic shoots into the person’s skull, and they’re out like a light.

“You-” Jackie says, pointing at Schneep, “-should have fuckin’ told us what was going on.”

“I could not risk,” Schneep says, wiping his eyes. “Not JJ. He is out so often, and I could not warn him what to watch out for without knowing who this was...”

JJ cuts Schneep off by wrapping him in a hug.

“You thought you were protecting me, and I can hold no ill will against you for that. I’m just glad to know it wasn’t animosity, or something I-”

“You are my brother,” Schneep says, hugging JJ back tightly, “I would never wish to hurt you or let you be hurt! I am sorry, for all of these last weeks.”

“I accept.”

The hug lasts a long time.

They’re both just glad to have each other back.

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dapper-puppet

3 years ago

Literally

🖤Reblogs are appreciated!🖤

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dapper-puppet

3 years ago

Been havin artblock lately so did a messy doodle of a happy boi

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dapper-puppet

3 years ago

Radio Silence

Description: Amazed and overwhelmed by the new technologies that the other egos have introduced, JJ is happy to find some peace and solace in listening to the radio, and his new friend :)

(TW: No triggers this time, at least I think)

The sequence of beeps startled JJ out of his stupor of listening to a rather nice station, he blinked, a smile lighting on his face as he noted the frequency had changed, another sequence of beeps came through, and he hastily translated, writing it down via paper, and prepared his reply.

……-.. .-.. — / .— .- – . … — -. –..– / …. — .– / .- .-. . / -.– — ..- / - — -.. .- -.– ..–.. (Hello Jameson, how are you today?) The man blinked at the rather odd politeness, his newly discovered friend, who had called themselves ‘Ti’ in their first correspondence, always had something quirky to say as a greeting, but he assumed it was because they had a stressful day, he assumed their job was very hard, given that the messages he received were few and far-between.

.-. .- - ……-. / .– . .-.. .-.. –..– / – -.– / –. — — -.. / ..-. .-. .. . -. -.. –..– / .. … / … — – . - …. .. -. –. / - …. . / – .- - - . .-. ..–.. (Rather well, my good friend, is something the matter?) He tapped his foot impatiently, awaiting the answer he heard a knock on the door, “JJ buddy, we’re gonna have dinner in a few minutes, you have anything in mind? Cuz Jackie was just gonna make pasta again-” Chase’s voice called through the door, he walked up and opened the door, smiling at the tired looking ego, ‘Pasta sounds wonderful, my good sir!’ he motioned, a wonder, this Sign Language was, he marveled at its brilliance, but it was nice every now and again to sit down and be near what he could of the old times, “Alright bud, see ya downstairs in a bit.” Chase nodded, running down the hall, and once he was gone he could again hear the sequence, turning back towards the radio he once again translated the message.

-. — - …. .. -. –. –..– / .— ..- … - / .-. .- - ……-. / -… — .-. . -.. .-.-.- / .. .—-. …- . / -… . . -. / - …. .. -. -.- .. -. –. –..– / – .- -.– -… . / .– . / … …. — ..- .-.. -.. / – . . - .-.-.- (Nothing, just rather bored. I’ve been thinking, maybe we should meet.) His eyes widened, he had suggested meeting to Ti before, but the mysterious messenger was always insistent that they weren’t fun to hang out with, a thought he found preposterous, from what he had gathered, Ti was a wonderful individual, a fan of all the novels he had read, a rather clever wit if they could learn morse code, he would scoff at the thought if he could in fact, well, scoff. .. / .– — ..- .-.. -.. / -… . / -.…-.. .. –. …. - . -.. / - — / ..-. .. -. .- .-.. .-.. -.– / – . . - / ..-. .- -.-. . / - — / ..-. .- -.-. . –..– / .– …. .- - / - .. – . ..–.. (I would be delighted to finally meet face to face, what time?) He had always assumed Ti lived in the area, given they had talked about the same place for quite a long time, it had to be the case

.–…-. …. .- .–. … / - — – — .-. .-. — .– / – — .-. -. .. -. –. ..–.. / .. / …. .- …- . / - …. . / -.. .- -.– / ..-. .-… (Perhaps tomorrow morning? I have the day free) He grinned at that, it just so happened he had that day free as well, as Marvin wouldn’t have his next show until the afternoon, Schneep was busy doing shifts at the hospital, Chase had visitation with his children and Jackie would be out and about buying groceries, - …. .- - .—-. … / .–…-. ..-. . -.-. - –..– / .- -.-. - ..- .- .-.. .-.. -.– –..– / .– ……-. . / . -..- .- -.-. - .-.. -.– ..–.. (That’s perfect, actually, where exactly?) A static sound came from the frequency, loud and so intrusive it made JJ jump, followed by a cut-off bit of beeps -….- — -. .—-. - / –. — .-.-.- .-.-.- .-.-.- - .-. .- .–. another sequence followed rather speedily after that one .- …. –..– / – -.– / …. .- -. -.. / … .-.. .. .–. .–. . -.. / — -. / - …. .- - / — -. . –..– / -.. — -. .—-. - / - .-. .- -. … .-.. .- - . –..– / .. - … / .- / – . … … .-.-.- (ah, my hand slipped on that one, don’t translate, its a mess.) JJ who had just written down the sequence, quickly erased it, .–…-. …. .- .–. … / — ..- - … .. -.. . / - …. .- - / -.-. .- ..-. . / .– . / -… — - …. / .-.. .. -.- . ..–.. / .. .—-. …- . / -… . . -. / -.. -.– .. -. –. / ..-. — .-. / … — – . / -.-. — ..-. ..-… –..– / .-.. .- - . .-.. -.– .-.-.- (Perhaps outside that cafe we both like? I’ve been dying for some coffee, lately.) His stomach gurgled at the thought of a good cup of coffee as he remembered dinner was almost ready, he found he was slouching at the nice white noise in the background as he put his reply, … — ..- -. -.. … / .– — -. -.…-. ..-. ..- .-.. –..– / .. .—-. – / .- ..-. .-. .- .. -.. / .. / …. .- …- . / - — / –. . - / –. — .. -. –. / - …. — ..- –. …. –..– / -.. .. -. -…-. / .. … / .- .-.. – — … - / .-…- -.. -.– .-.-.- (Sounds wonderful, I’m afraid I have to get going though, dinner is almost ready.) He typed a quick farewell, leaving the radio on by total accident as another sequence of beeps followed, … . . / -.– — ..- / … — — -. –..– / .— .— / —… -.–.-

The next day, after Marvin’s show…

Marvin walked into JJ’s room, concerned as to why he never showed up for his magic, the man had always enjoyed seeing the tricks he had pulled, as the radio played a song, it let out a static burst yet again, and the sequence itself was unmistakable.

… — …

.̙.͎.̩ ̙-̢-͜-͙ ̜.͓.̱.͕

(A/N: Oh no what happened to poor JJ?~ ;) Nah but seriously idk where this idea came from but take I guess? And again, if you would like to be removed or added to the tag list please let me know!)

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3 years ago

Day 351/365: “The Truth of Unus Annus”

It was always going to end.

Tomorrow: Acceptance

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3 years ago

Heyo! For the one worded prompt, how about: relax with JJ? 💚💚

Curled up in bed, with a magic glow to protect him, Chase hums softly as he plays with JJ’s hair, pushing it out of his face and stroking it gently. Jameson’ chest slowly rises and falls, his mustache faintly twitching every now and then.

At least Jameson no longer cries or coughs. His fever has finally gone down and he can have small amounts of soup.

The song Chase sings is an old Irish lullaby, one he would sing to his children to help them sleep at night. He faintly remembers it being about an old faerie legend, where a selkie’s voice could break hearts of stone.

Jameson’s eyelids flutter open. He turns sideways, acknowledging Chase. Chase smiles and gently pecks his forehead.

“How ya feeling, kiddo?” Chase whispers. JJ shrugs as well as he can and smiles.

“Schneep says your fever broke, so you should be back on your feet in no time,” Chase continues. Jameson wiggles his moustache contentedly, and closes his eyes again.

Chase can feel his own eyelids grow heavy, but there something catches his eye. A screen reads, [Thanks for looking after me. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.}

JJ has only just started learning how to use magic to make screens, this must be draining him.

“You don’t owe me a thing,” Chase said. “Just relax, JJ.” The vlogger kisses JJ’s head.

{Good night, Chase.]

“Good night, JJ.”

For @kofi-king, who wished for JJ and Chase cuddling <3333

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3 years ago

Silent Secrets Sealed

Fantasy Masks AU: Chapter Ten

A JSE Fanfic

After the action of the last chapter, this one is a bit more low-key. Or as low-key as it can get when the boys and the other Phantoms are running away from a possible search and hoping not to be discovered. Also, they seemed to have picked someone up. Who is this strange, mustached man that Chase dragged along for the ride? Perhaps he knows something about the King? Chase, Henrik, and Marvin are determined to find out. Hope you guys enjoy this mostly-dialogue-filled chapter :)

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Had winter always been this cold?

Or maybe it just felt that way because Marvin was—for the first time in years—without a talisman. Magic was warm, and he’d long developed the habit of holding onto his amulet when cold, feeling the heat inside it. He was pretty sure that had only ever warmed his hands, but it was more the feeling of it than anything else. Without a talisman, he couldn’t access that warmth. It was strange to be without that knowledge.

Of course, it could always just be a particularly cold day. The sky overhead was gloomy with clouds. And apparently, being on the water was always colder than being on land. So perhaps being on a boat sailing down a wide river wasn’t helping.

Marvin leaned over the side of the boat. Bending all the way over, he could just barely dip the tips of his fingers in the river. The water was slightly brown, and he knew that it would turn slightly green as they went deeper into the wetlands that made up the Southern Moors.

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