#fic: Saturn has fallen am i too to fall

[dr-shortsighted-owl]

hi owl in excited to hear about Pacific Rim AU

Hello kind anon!

Thank you for the interest!

the amazing @ronordmann made an awesome cover for the fic, one day I will get it written in thanks for such a cool design! @try-set-me-on-fire also sent a few skecthes of the boys suits and Hyperions design which I will treasure forever - Make sure you go follow these two for their amazing work and inspiration to this fandom!

They're near motionless in the conn-pod, feeling the vibrations of tonnes of metal through the soles of their feet as the platform beneath hyperions own trundles on its tracks closer to the open bay doors.

A slight whisper against his mind, a little nudge, and Buck’s automatically reaching up to a small haphazardly tacked-on button on his control console, and pressing it down once, twice, and then a third time, holding it steady and feeling the inside of hyperion's head reverberate.

Two short sharp blasts sound before a final note hangs, the noise spilling out and diffracting around the sprawling bowels of the shatterdome. Buck doesn't even need to look over at Eddie to know he's got as shit-eating a grin as he himself has plastered beneath his helmet. The tendrils of the drift give it away.

Buck bathes in eddie’s happy-giddiness of doing something so mildly insubordinate for the sheer fun of it in the moment. And not just for their own young-at heart-antics.

Over the comms a boyish giggle sounds, and Buck’s heart mirrors Eddie’s own, kicking up a beat or five as Christopher laughs with abandon over the LOCCENT radiowaves to all those listening. Their thoughts in the drift blur and change like bleeding watercolour, but together they both paint the same mental image - the young boy, glasses and curls pressed against the salt-stained glass of LOCCENT, watching the bright reds-and white of hyperion and smiling just to them. 

Who knew one pilfered fire-engine horn and the miracle of bribing a probie J-Tech to make the additions could bring such joy in a once focused, tense moment. Its a goodbye to Eddie’s son, that kids laughter acting as a tether to bring his father back to him in a way Chris may never know, and hopefully never find out. A promise to be back to do it all again, a good luck charm.

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A little more Pacific Rim AU - Which is tentatively titled: ‘Saturn has fallen, Am I too to Fall’ a line from ‘Hyperion’ by John Keats. 

A light rolling whisper brushes against his mind, a little nudge, and Buck’s automatically reaching up to a small haphazardly tacked-on button on his control console, and pressing it down once, twice, and then a third time, holding it steady and feeling the inside of Hyperion's head reverberate.

Two short sharp blasts sound out before a final note hangs, the noise spilling out and diffracting around the sprawling bowels of the shatterdome. Buck doesn't even need to look over at Eddie to know he's got as shit-eating grin as he himself has plastered beneath his helmet. The tendrils of the drift give it away.

Buck bathes in Eddie’s happy-giddiness of doing something so mildly insubordinate for the sheer fun of it in the moment. And not just for their own young-at heart-antics.

Over the comms a boyish giggle sounds, and Buck’s heart mirrors Eddie’s own, kicking up a beat or five as Christopher laughs with abandon over the LOCCENT radiowaves to all those listening. Their thoughts in the drift blur and change like bleeding watercolour, but together they both paint the same mental image - the young boy, glasses and curls pressed against the salt-stained glass of LOCCENT, watching the bright reds-and white of Hyperion’s back and smiling down on them. 

Who knew one pilfered fire-engine horn and the miracle of bribing a probie J-Tech to make the additions could bring such joy to a once somber moment.

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[dr-shortsighted-owl]

Welcome back to the world of maybe writing things that are not academic

Can you share some thoughts on your

Pacific Rim AU 💜

Oh spots, my spots! thank you for the ask!

I spoke to @try-set-me-on-fire about this fic idea, and @ronordmann too! It has the title 'SATURN IS FALLEN, AM I TOO TO FALL' from John Keats, Hyperion.

A retelling of PacRim With the Lads in a Jaegar called Icarus Hyperion because I need those 'flying too close to the sun' vibes.

It’s like touching an exposed wire, frayed and innocuously dangerous. Buck’s body jerks violently back to consciousness where it’s trapped, ensnared in the cables and harness as he’s spat out the drift, every nerve in his being burning.  

The jaegar above him, surrounding him, lurches and locks at his movement, the sound of grating metal on metal and alarms bouncing round the Con-pods shattered interior. Overwhelming dizziness floods him as he crashes around his own mind; Eddie’s connection is barely holding out but the pain - Eddie’s pain - is all-consuming. His shoulder screams where the nerves snap and spark, where blood pools between his skin and what remains of his suit, red on blue.

Somewhere he can hear the crackling, harried voices of Hen and Chim and Bobby. Their voices echo round his head, Hyperion's head, Eddie’s head.

From the shattered remains of the cockpit screen all he can see on the kicked up blue-stained sand below is the scratched expanse of Hyperions hand, and Eddie's crumpled body cradled in her palm.