Would I write D/s verse? Fuck yes absolutely if I can just get my writing brains together I will stake my claim in this AU. Look I really love this concept. I know the social dynamics are probably not what would ACTUALLY come from a world like this but I love it anyway. Social issues and kink and self-identity stuff it is like my favorite stuff all put together.
... I would actually totally do it for Newsflesh too, because two ideas immediately jump to mind and I feel like either could make an interesting story -- so while I could also probably write the one where they're both switches and kind of angry at the world about it, I'm much more here for either: sub!George who is SPITTING GODDAMN NAILS ANGRY AT THE WORLD ABOUT IT because fuck you subs are totally valid; or sub!Shaun who is cheerily spitting in your face about the idea that all Irwins are doms.
Either way it involves a lot of "your social set-up is bad and you should feel bad about it COME TO THE SITE AND LET ME LECTURE YOU ON WHY also zombies" from both of them really.
There's always been a couple of people with weird genetic markers, people who can't test right or whose markers have to be specially interpreted -- or at least, that's what the books say, and if they're all people with a little too much money and connections to have to deal with the blow of having that 's' for life, nobody's admitted that yet. And Shaun knows that, even if for some reason his tests did come out weird, that's what he should be marked at.
"It would be so much easier for you," Mom continues, serious and gentle with him like she was when they explained George's condition, and Shaun's stomach flips between nausea at having to have this conversation at all, at the stupid feeling that he's letting her down somehow by being a sub, and anger that she can make him feel this way. "If your father hadn't started so soon after the Rising, even he'd never have gotten as far as he did."
And he's a Newsie, she doesn't have to say. In a lot of fields, subs can get a lot farther than they could before the Rising -- Shaun's done all the required reading, and then more, when he started having the feeling he might end up on the wrong side of the line -- but Irwins are weirdly traditional about it. Subs just don't sit well with people who pride themselves on having a death wish. Newsies have a better time, and even that's hard to break into unless you've got a lot of steam behind you and a little bit of luck finding the big stories; most of the big-name subs in blogging are Fictionals or Antis.
Mom is waiting for an answer still, looking at him like it's all worry, all for him, not like she'll have to figure out a new way to spin things if he can't be the big, brave dom Irwin to follow in her footsteps, and Shaun pastes on his best camera-ready grin like he's been practicing for years.
"I'll think about it," he says, and she lets him go even though they both know it's a no.
George is waiting for him when he walks through the door that connects their rooms. She doesn't even look up from what she's typing when she says, "Fuck her. You shouldn't have to lie."
He lets out a breath that takes effort to keep steady, his shoulders relaxing at the permission that he didn't want to admit he needed, and takes a seat on the floor next to her chair, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against her knee so he can't even see the glow of her screen. Another second of typing, and one of George's hands comes to rest on the back of his neck.
They'll have to talk about this soon; now that they've admitted that he's a sub and they both know she's not, they're going to have to talk about all the things they've been getting away with by pretending they didn't have orientations. But right now, he just wants to sit here in the darkness and listen to her write.
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D/s-verse Newsflesh
Date: 2017-01-21 04:00 am (UTC)... I would actually totally do it for Newsflesh too, because two ideas immediately jump to mind and I feel like either could make an interesting story -- so while I could also probably write the one where they're both switches and kind of angry at the world about it, I'm much more here for either: sub!George who is SPITTING GODDAMN NAILS ANGRY AT THE WORLD ABOUT IT because fuck you subs are totally valid; or sub!Shaun who is cheerily spitting in your face about the idea that all Irwins are doms.
Either way it involves a lot of "your social set-up is bad and you should feel bad about it COME TO THE SITE AND LET ME LECTURE YOU ON WHY also zombies" from both of them really.
There's always been a couple of people with weird genetic markers, people who can't test right or whose markers have to be specially interpreted -- or at least, that's what the books say, and if they're all people with a little too much money and connections to have to deal with the blow of having that 's' for life, nobody's admitted that yet. And Shaun knows that, even if for some reason his tests did come out weird, that's what he should be marked at.
"It would be so much easier for you," Mom continues, serious and gentle with him like she was when they explained George's condition, and Shaun's stomach flips between nausea at having to have this conversation at all, at the stupid feeling that he's letting her down somehow by being a sub, and anger that she can make him feel this way. "If your father hadn't started so soon after the Rising, even he'd never have gotten as far as he did."
And he's a Newsie, she doesn't have to say. In a lot of fields, subs can get a lot farther than they could before the Rising -- Shaun's done all the required reading, and then more, when he started having the feeling he might end up on the wrong side of the line -- but Irwins are weirdly traditional about it. Subs just don't sit well with people who pride themselves on having a death wish. Newsies have a better time, and even that's hard to break into unless you've got a lot of steam behind you and a little bit of luck finding the big stories; most of the big-name subs in blogging are Fictionals or Antis.
Mom is waiting for an answer still, looking at him like it's all worry, all for him, not like she'll have to figure out a new way to spin things if he can't be the big, brave dom Irwin to follow in her footsteps, and Shaun pastes on his best camera-ready grin like he's been practicing for years.
"I'll think about it," he says, and she lets him go even though they both know it's a no.
George is waiting for him when he walks through the door that connects their rooms. She doesn't even look up from what she's typing when she says, "Fuck her. You shouldn't have to lie."
He lets out a breath that takes effort to keep steady, his shoulders relaxing at the permission that he didn't want to admit he needed, and takes a seat on the floor next to her chair, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against her knee so he can't even see the glow of her screen. Another second of typing, and one of George's hands comes to rest on the back of his neck.
They'll have to talk about this soon; now that they've admitted that he's a sub and they both know she's not, they're going to have to talk about all the things they've been getting away with by pretending they didn't have orientations. But right now, he just wants to sit here in the darkness and listen to her write.