#au open

It's from the 2000s and each character went through some vulnerable situation or disorder they had to deal with. (And each one had a different subculture)

Sometimes I think about picking it up again but...damn, school AUs are so generic, so I'd rather dedicate my time to other AUs I have

Today we're starting one about magic circus, but there are two more that I'd like to show you these next few days. Both have a Victorian Gothic aesthetic, I think that represents me much more!

They are primarily focused on Jack, but every character, even from other fandoms or even OCs, is welcome, especially one in particular because they are from kingdoms.

Ben knew they must have been up late last night; the gig had gone over, fine enough, and then they had apparently invited some randoms back to the hotel with them, given Ben had woken up next to Marcus' latest conquest. Not that it was much of a conquest when people threw themselves at the band in general. So Ben had scrambled to get on the torn jeans, an old t-shirt, and the dark denim jacket that Marcus always wore before heading out to the venue. The only distinct feature, his 'camouflage' was a pair of glasses that were far too 'nerdy' for Marcus to ever be seen in.

There had been an off-and-on 'argument' with Mallory about what name he was allowed to use - they were allowed to use, since Marcus had declared his DID after getting the job and admitted sometimes 'Ben' would be showing up for work instead of him. They had finally settled on 'Q' given it was Marcus' old nickname from school and Mallory, or M as they'd taken to calling him, was a big fan of the Bond books.

The other staff seemed pretty easy-going about the whole Ben-Marcus issue since they were so easy to tell apart and both very good at the job. Ben definitely had more shy sweetness and Marcus had the charm but both provided excellent service.

OPEN

The moment he woke up, Leon knew something was off as he opened his eyes and looked around where he was. This was not his room, this was not Aeriths or Cids shop or even Merlins. The brunette would try to sit up only to find himself feeling weak and drained as if he had either been through one hell of a battle or suffered the worst flu he ever had. Every limb felt heavy and even just moving his head felt like a fight. 

When his eyes caught his own reflection he made a confused sound, the male in the mirror..was Squall. His younger self...not the older male he had come to call Leon. Something had happened.

“What....”

Jess rolled her eyes and mouthed along with the caretaker as she ranted about how 'they weren't grateful enough' and how she had 'offered them a home when no one else would in this town' It was something she said every time any of them got even in the smallest bit of trouble. Jess has heard it a million times and was just trying to make the younger kids laugh as she continued mocking her behind her back. 

 "And if I ever see you doing that again, I'll toss you out I swear!" The carer said and Jess quickly shut her mouth, looking a innocent as possible as the kids laughed next to her when the woman turned around "Jessica what am I going to do with you?" 

"I'm not sure Mrs Darl, I'm not sure" Jess said since it was the response expected of her. Mrs Darl just sighed and shook her hand walking away and Jess grinned before ushering the younger kids back to their part of the house.

Mrs Darl was doing them all the a favour but it just grinded Jess’s gears how she used it to try to guilt trip them into being good, sometimes Mrs Darl even ranted about if they’d just been normal children then this whole thing could have been avoided. As if it was their fault they all had various different powers.Jess often argued with her that adults had powers too and just because they didn’t know how to control their more unique powers sometimes didn’t mean they weren’t ‘normal’ children. More often the not Jess got placed on kitchen duty for her troubles. 

There were kids like them that got what they called ‘adult powers’ when they were young, it happened quite frequently now-a-days but people just didn’t do anything about it. When you were a child you either developed a ‘soft’ power like the ability to talk to animals or something along those lines or you didn’t and you got your more dangerous power when you were an adult. It had started happened to children around the early 1900s, them getting their adult powers early. Sometimes parents fought to keep them, other times they were shoved at the houses who handled kids like them and only welcomed back when they were older.

Jess waved bye to the young kids and they all ran into the backward before sighing and heading up to the attic, the space the older kids and teens had claimed as their spot. Closing the door behind her, she walked up the stairs and nodded to a few people before flopping down onto the couch, sighing

Jess had been born into a world where whatever you wrote on your skin would appear in the same place on your soulmate, some people used it as a way to talk to their soulmate. Others kept one word in the same place all their lives so they’d be able to find them. Jess hadn’t been either of those people, she respected that that was their choice but she’d always thought how much of a bother that would be for their soulmate so she never did it. Until she forgot her normal doodling and lyrical writing book at home and started freaking out in the middle of class. Writing had always helped her calm down so with a mental apology, she grabbed a pen and started writing on her arm.