Jynnic Week - Day 2: Alternate Universe
‘Beauty and the Beast’ AU
Because I hadn’t seen something done for this AU yet (or has someone done one since I started work on this?), and after watching the trailers for new Disney remake again, I was inspired to.
If she says yes, the people here will be cared for. Her father will be cared for, and not left alone. If she says no, there is no telling how the Commander will retaliate.
If she says yes —
bang, bang (my baby shot me down), a jyn/krennic fic by @wendy-daahling
Poster in progress!
Vampire!Krennic jynnic aesthetic
The Director of the Imperial Army had a secret clone project, the result of which was just one very special specimen. Lithe, lethal and blonde, this special Death Trooper was terror on battlefield and especially tasked to certain duties for Director’s personal pleasure.
Then Jyn Erso found out… the clone looked like her, but blonde. And a new mission was devised. (summary by @directororsonwelleskrennic)
Also @directororsonwelleskrennic wrote fabulous fic about this go read ‘Girl in Amber’!
“Cunt Party" with Ben Mendo-Krennic :-)) — Ned Kendall & girlfriend “Toni” in “Beautiful Kate”, 2009
A birthday present for @winterofherdiscontent: faithful sailor on the sin ship Jynnic and artist extraordinaire. Another piece in my ongoing gothic AU - this time from Krennic perspective. I hope you enjoy it. :)
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He is hard, unbreakable. It is the only way to be.
There is a weak spot in every man, if only you know how to find it. Like a sheet of glass there is that point of vulnerability: strike it with something sharp and it will shatter, a thousand sharp diamonds radiating outward. There will be a tiny flaw in the design, a minuscule fissure, overlooked by the untrained eye. But he has the vision of a raptor - precise, unblinking. Find the defect, apply the right pressure. He has destroyed many a rival in this way.
Enemies, in turn, have tried the same tactic against him. They waste their cunning and their time, hurling themselves against a sea wall that will not be breached. For Krennic has always known that he could have no weak points, and so he has shaped his life accordingly. In the edifice that is his ambition there are no joins, no yielding mortar between the bricks. He has carved himself from solid stone, and any hand raised to strike him will break itself in the attempt.
He is marble: smooth, white, pristine. Distant as the moon, cold as death to the touch.
Or so he supposed.
