#jade is going to kill me for writing about his twin when i should be writing him ;;;;
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while in captivity, floyd encounters a human and unintentionally pair-bonds with you during a moment of biological vulnerability.
(cw: gender neutral reader, nsfw, omegaverse/abo, heats, captivity)
The marine lab has recently acquired a unique specimen—unique in that he is half-human and half-fish, hailing from deep, dark, indescribable depths. An eel merman, to be exact. You’ve only ever glimpsed merfolk in outdated textbooks and fairytales, the latter of which depicted them as whimsical beings capable of feats beyond scientific understanding. Magic. Although in the realm of biology, such folly is never entertained and so what the world calls ‘magic’ other fields built upon the foundations of research refer to it as a ‘miracle’. In your eyes those words are interchangeable, but then the idea of a miracle is far easier to digest than the concept of magic.
Merfolk have always been elusive, covert creatures, hence why there is hardly any conclusive data on them. In fact, they’re so secretive that they were believed to be mostly extinct—a figment of dreams and hallucinations. Most of what humans know stems from the tattered notes of long-gone sailors, their presences nearly lost to time itself, and for a while all anyone ever knew were four key details:
They are spread throughout the sea, living out their lives in frigid fathoms.
They are hypnotic and deceptive.
They are predatory.
They rarely interact with humankind unless absolutely necessary (e.g. to hunt or observe).
But with plenty of promising technological advances, some of the theories and myths surrounding merfolk have been bolstered or disproved, respectively. Merfolk are just as diverse as the rest of the animal kingdom. Some live in solitude. Others thrive in groups. Some make their home out of caves and grottos. Some dwell within the labyrinths of volcanic rock formations. It is every marine biologist’s dream to come face to face with one of these mysterious creatures, if only for just a few minutes to glean more information.
That dream is made reality today.
The eel mer was discovered off the coast of a tiny island, entangled in fishing lines and plastic litter. His large, winding body, snake-like in its sleek build, was littered with scars and scrapes. There was a hook lodged up in the folds of his gills. Despite his thrashing, his tail swishing wildly in the sand and nearly knocking down three researchers like they were bowling pins, he was wheezing and gasping, drained of energy and air. When the first bucket of seawater came down upon his dry gills, he settled briefly, wide, crazed, mismatched eyes flicking from face to face. Likely assessing the situation or counting the amount of bodies, the report claimed.
He fell still after that, and it took two teams of ten people to load him onto the lift so he could be flown to the lab.
After he spent a week in recovery, where he healed surprisingly fast, he was transferred to a much larger and wider tank, its depths far deeper than the average swimming pool. He doesn’t swim to the surface much, and he only ever pokes his head out at night, scanning his surroundings with intelligent, keen eyes. And then he turns and disappears below. It’s a pattern he’s stuck to for weeks now. No one really understands it, and they haven’t had the opportunity to try. He’s uncooperative and unpredictable. It’s much too dangerous to send a diver down there.
So they transfer you to his enclosure, assuming you might have more luck. You’re not sure and you can’t make any promises of potential success, as you’ve only ever interacted with marine mammals. A merman is…different. Not only because he’s half-man and, by that same logic, likely possesses a human brain that is capable of a higher level of thought, albeit one that is wired to suit his mer biology, but because he’s bigger. A lot bigger.
He could kill you.
You saw the documentation. The serrated teeth, the powerful claws, the dangerous jaw, the bulky, muscular build that cuts through water like a bullet. He is a predator in every sense of the word, and you’re supposed to look after him. Coax him to the surface. Get him to trust humans. Interact with him just inches from the edge of his tank and hope that he doesn’t get hungry or violent.
He might kill you.
But there are safety measures put in place for these things. Ethics to be followed and whatnot. It’s a slippery slope because he’s part human and therefore could possibly have the same level of intelligence humans have, in which case it would be wrong to trap him here. There may be ways to skirt around it with other animals, but he’s not like other animals.
For now, he’s kept here under the pretense of recovery and scientific study. The lab treats him like the big fish he is, going so far as to buy a shark suit in your size and instruct you to wear it even though you’re not going to get in the water. “It should prevent him from biting through,” they had said, “but it won’t lessen the force of his bite.”
“What good will that do? I can’t fight him off.” Though you knew it had nothing to do with anything, you added, “I’m an omega. Merfolk might not have the same sub-genders as we do up on the surface—or maybe they do; I don’t know—but if he were human he’d definitely classify as an alpha. Put that into perspective. I can’t. Fight. Him. Off. It’s biologically impossible.”
“So you poke his eyes. Dig your fingers into his gills. He should let go of you then.”
“That’ll hurt him,” you protested, clutching the suit to your chest.
“Not as much as he’ll hurt you.”
You suppose it’s a clinical priority. Survival of the fittest, but it’s the human who has to live. The lab could afford to lose you, but they don't want to. And if they did, they might put the mer down. Shoot him up with enough tranquilizers to keep him comatose. Maybe it only bothered you because, yet again, he’s half-human and no one on the team knows the extent to which he thinks and functions.
To simplify it, they consider him a shark. But like any creature, sharks learn and adapt as they go. Death is instinct.
He will kill you.
But you don’t want to think like that, which is why you put on your best smile and trudge into the enclosure he’s being kept in. The tank looms before you, seawater clear and beamed through with streaks of light from the harsh, glaring LEDs above. The deeper the water gets, the darker the shadows. You press your palm against the glass, observing the murky darkness with a frown. Somewhere in this tank, at a depth you can’t even imagine, is an eel merman. A big, strong, powerful, scary eel merman.
You swallow a steadying breath, curl your fingers into fists, and climb the spiral staircase to get to the attached platform. Your reflection follows you with each step, countenance set in grim confliction. Once you reach the top, you peer out at the surface of the pool, listening to the droning hum of water filters and other hidden machinery. There’s a very shallow part of the tank, a dip in the design that allows for the mer to lounge if he so pleases. You’re reminded of the dolphins in live shows, who slide up onto their stomachs to face an awestruck audience. You doubt that’s what he’ll use this ledge for. If anything, it could allow a researcher to kneel in the shallows while they interact with him at an intimate propinquity.
You don’t plan on being that researcher.
Instead, you pace a healthy distance away from the edge, holding a bucket of his breakfast in one hand and a notebook in the other.
“Um!” You cringe at your voice as it reverberates around you in a nervous echo. Cautiously, you inch towards the water. “I have your food!”
You wait three seconds, expecting him to come bursting up from the darkness like the shark everyone wants to delude themselves into thinking he is. The water remains still and unbroken. You wonder if your voice can even reach such a depth. If not the sound, the vibrations might. Or maybe he’s resting. It’s still relatively early in the morning. Perhaps his sleep schedule is thrown off. Yours would be if you were taken from your home and dumped in a manufactured version of your habitat.
You lurch forwards with the bucket and watch as a collection of shrimp, crab, and small fish soar through the air in a sloppy arc before landing and sinking into the waiting depths below. Nothing happens. The tension in your body ebbs away, and when it becomes clear that he isn’t coming up to greet you and feast on your offering you relax completely, collapsing against the wall with a great sigh.
If they really want to study him, they should just watch him on the security feed, you think, peering up at the camera in one corner of the room, its red eye fixated on you and the surrounding enclosure. He’s not going to come up during the day. Not when there are humans walking around.
Still, you wait your shift out, scribbling nonsense in your notebook and occasionally glancing up to gauge the state of the water.
The mer doesn’t show, so you resolve to try again.
Try you do, and try you have.
It’s been one week of perfunctory routine, arriving and feeding him at the same time in hopes that he might understand what you’re doing and come up to investigate. Or, at the very least, recognize you’re a recurring figure in his chapter of captivity. You don’t intend on befriending him. You only wish to fulfill your duties as a researcher, however skewed they may have become. Even though you know you ought to be grateful the mer hasn’t caused any problems, you want something to happen. Anything! At this rate, you’d sooner tire yourself out playing with rowdy sea lions than sit around in silence while waiting for an appearance from him.
It’s a quiet Tuesday afternoon when the first beat of unrest hits.
The mer’s enclosure is kept at a comfortable temperature for humans; it’s the water that’s freezing below the surface. So when you step up onto the platform and peer into the chum-infested deep, the empty bucket now set aside, you feel warmer than usual. Odd, considering the room is normally so chilly. Not extremely so, but chilly enough to give way to a pleasant cold.
Tugging at the collar of your shark suit, you cover the distance to stand under a large fan situated just near the dip in the pool. Cool air kisses your heated skin, providing you with much-needed relief, and you peer up at the propellers that spin in endless circles. Around and around and around. Your eyes follow the motions until you dizzy yourself, and you step back on wobbly legs. Your foot misses the metal platform and instead slips into the ledge built in the tank. With a startled yelp you fall backwards, landing in the shallows on your rear.
“Of course,” you mumble, bitter with embarrassment. “Leave it to me to fall right into the predator’s tank.”
You scoot further up onto the ledge, staring at the water below. It’s quite calm here, where the shallows lap languidly at your waist. If you were delusional, you might think this was a jacuzzi pool that you could dip your toes in. It’s not. Of course it isn’t. Not when there’s a beast lurking just below. But while you’re here, you run your hands through the saltwater while your own body temperature rises as if it’s a hungry flame in a stone hearth.
You place your hands on either side of the ledge, intending to push yourself up and onto the platform, when something tightens inside of you. Your heart stumbles in your chest and you lose the strength in your arms at once. With a noisy splash, you flop back into the shallows, your compromised body rigid and shaky with a tingling, all-encompassing warmth. Horrified, you raise two fingers to your pulse to feel it stutter wildly beneath your skin.
Swallowing thickly, you lower your head onto your arms and wait for the feeling to pass. The seconds slip by and in that short amount of time your state seems to worsen. Your temperature is volcanic, your every sense restless, and you’re sweating through the shark suit as if you’ve just run a marathon and more.
“Not now,” you hiss, slapping your hands upon your face. “Please not now. Anything but now…”
You intend to haul yourself up and out for good this time, desperate to get as far from the pool before your brain is completely overrun by your encroaching heat and robust omega instincts, when fingers brush against your leg. Something chitters behind you, a low, slow sort of sound that is shot through with curiosity. You turn as if you’re frozen in ice, your heart in your throat and senses on high alert.
The eel mer is right there, clutching your ankle in a firm grip. Not to hurt you, but to keep you there. And you’re not at all in a hurry to leave. Not when those claws are so close to your calf, capable of shredding through to your very bones. Even with the shark suit, you worry. He stares at you with narrowed eyes, his head angled in a cute, childish way. He appears confused and rightfully so, considering you’re a creature he’s likely never interacted with so closely before. You mirror his befuddlement, your brows furrowed, lips creased in a thin line.
For a long while, the two of you watch each other. If you look past his predatory design, he’s quite pretty with his smoky teal coloration and dark stripes. Your gaze pans over to the water, where a long, powerful tail disappears below. The paranoid side of you says he’s going to drown you, but then he doesn’t seem outwardly malicious in his intentions.
“Um…”
He flinches at the sound of your voice, his head snapping up to your throat and then your lips. Your attempt to pull your captive leg back is thwarted when he lurches, rising out of the water to grab hold of your foot. You gasp and shake your head at him, your senses sharp and dull all at once. Your heat-addled mind just barely parses the threat of danger, looming and ever-present.
“Please,” you beg, your tone sticky and breathless. “Don’t…”
The mer tilts his head the other way. The fins where his ears might be if he were human shiver, as if listening to the desperation in your syllables. He chirrups, lips widening in a sharp-toothed smile, and then he’s dragging you towards him. Panic seizes your nerves and you dig your palms into the smooth basin in an effort to get away. His expression falls when he notices your struggle and he lifts himself onto the ledge with you, draping himself over your legs like an oversized rug.
“Wait… H-Hold on; get off!” You grunt and weakly prod at his chest. He doesn’t budge. “You… You’re heavy!”
His webbed hand closes around your waist, steadying you in the shallows, while his other arm cages you beneath him. Instinctively, you arch into his touch, your breath coming in tiny, frenzied huffs. He clicks at you, and words that you can only assume are meant to be gentle and soothing are produced in a sweet melody. It relaxes you more than you’d like to admit, a lyrical balm to your terror.
You squeeze your eyes shut and brace yourself for the worst. For the searing pain and the stinging agony. For the blood that will color the water a dark, foreboding red. For the sight of him merrily tearing into your jugular, his maw spattered with crimson. But none of that ever comes. He cradles your face next, his thumb running along your cheekbone, and slowly you peel your eyes open. His face is inches from yours, looking on with an intensity that’s almost primal.
Warily, you lift your arm out of the water and touch his hand. It’s much bigger in contrast to yours, but he’s handling you with such immaculate tenderness.
“You’re not going to hurt me…” you mutter, amazed. “You’re just curious.”
As if responding, he chitters. You nod even though you have no idea what he said. He doesn’t smell like an alpha or an omega or a beta. You’re not even sure if he’s capable of releasing pheromones, but if he were you’re certain it would have driven you much crazier than you already feel.
You hold his stare and reach up to pat his cheek, and he leans into your careful touch. Your hand soon trails down to trace his lateral lines, which earns you a pleased hum. You watch in awe as the gills on either side of his body flutter.
Led on by your own wonder, you follow the pattern to his waist and press your thumbs into his hip bones beneath smooth, slippery skin. “How fascinating… I wonder if it’s possible to take an X-ray. Would you allow—oh!”
Clumsily, he lifts you into his arms to embrace you, rolling his hips against the chainmail shark suit. Your breath hitches, and you fumble to grasp his broad shoulders.
“Ah, w-wait. I’m not… You can’t…”
He clicks thrice and lowers you into the shallows, his face scrunched in annoyance. You think he might’ve understood you, but then he’s palming between your legs and it occurs to you that he wants the suit off. Carnal delight shivers through you at the prospect of being wanted to such a degree, and though you know it’s the heat muddling your sensibility you can’t help indulging him just a little. You undo the zip at the back and slide it from your body, revealing your shoulders and bare arms for his wandering, mismatched hues. He leans in to nose at your scent glands, chattering happily as he inhales. You can’t understand a word, but he sounds pleased—even more so when he runs his hands along your arms, squeezing and petting in equal measure.
His tongue laves across your neck, and what fragile restraint you have left snaps. You cling to him like he’s your anchor, meeting his searching hips halfway with every awkward thrust that doesn’t quite connect as it should. You chew your lip, tamping down a torrent of filthy moans. Your mind is clouded with lust and instinct, and you dig your fingers into his hair, holding him against your neck while he continues to lick and nip.
It feels right up until the haze parts momentarily, allowing temporary sobriety when you spy the tip of something poking free of its encasing. Dazed and inquisitive, you reach between your bodies to prod at his slit, hoping to coax more of his prehensile cock from out of its folds. But then the door below opens and the mer lifts himself from off of you, his head turning in the direction of the sound at an alarming speed. You blink up at him, lazily following his line of sight. His lip curls up in a silent snarl, the beginnings of razored teeth peeking out, and then he slithers back into the water, his hands lingering on your ankles.
Despite the dizziness you sit up, your arm outstretched. “Wait, don’t go!”
I didn’t get to cum yet. You didn’t even claim me either…
He peers at you, neutral for all of a minute before swimming over to you. He presses his face into your palm, chittering softly. There are footsteps on the stairs, and he grits his teeth, withdrawing completely before turning and diving under in a spray of seawater.
You fall back into the shallows, panting like a starved, feral monster. A researcher comes to your aid, her expression equal parts shocked and disturbed. You don’t catch her questions, each one tacked onto what feels like a ceaseless rant, while she helps you to your feet. Something about danger. About heats. About omega biology. About how the researchers watched the both of you on the cameras, swelling with queries of their own.
“I’m not sure,” you mumble as you’re helped down the stairs, stumbling in a heat-drunken stupor. Thankfully, your fellow researcher is an omega like you and that relaxes the hypersensitive part of you—the part that fears being taken advantage of when you’re vulnerable like this. But the needier, greedier part of you wants the mer—wants his hands and mouth all over you, ripping you free from your suit and indulging in the bare skin beneath. “I think he...wanted to help…”
No one can explain his behavior. But it seems promising.
While you’re led from the room, the eel mer stalks you from the gloomy confines of his tank.
In the days following your heat, you return to the marine lab with your head on your shoulders and are immediately barraged with requests. Amongst all of them, one common demand stands out: You have to get him up to the surface again. Part of you doesn’t want to face the mer again. When you truly mulled over that day, tossed the memory of it around in your mind like it was a tennis ball, you were hit with shame.
It’s not…normal. Researchers do not tangle themselves in sexual situations with their subjects, especially when said subject was an eel mer from the Coral Sea. It’s unheard of. Luckily, the team of researchers you work with swears to secrecy. You were out of it and your judgment wasn’t in the best state. That’s the excuse they’re using. It works enough to push the humiliation from your thoughts.
You wonder if you should feel disgusted by the events. Rather, you didn’t mind it. For all of his rough, scarred, monstrous edges, he was gentle.
You press your fingers to your scent glands, recalling the feel of his tongue.
Today you’ve donned your usual work attire, foregoing the shark suit and any other protective gear the lab expects you to wear. Something tells you you won’t need it anymore. Not after everything that happened the day you went into heat.
Feeling rejuvenated and refreshed after your mini break, you trudge up the staircase with a food bucket, determined to finally fill your notebook with data. You’ve only made it up four steps when color flashes in your peripheral. You turn and find the mer is at your eye level, following you up the spiral staircase adjacent to his tank.
You pause and wave experimentally. He watches your hand move to and fro and then he mirrors your actions. He swims the rest of the distance to the surface, breaching it just as you make it onto the platform.
“Good morning, Mister,” you greet, bending down to empty the contents of the bucket into the water.
Disinterested, he watches bits of shrimp sink deeper. And then he looks back to you, his mouth opening and shutting. “Fu… Fu…” he forces out, his face scrunched in concentration.
“Fu…? Food?”
He nods and then shakes his head, hissing at himself in what you think might be admonishment.
“Fu…ro…”
“Furo?” You set the bucket aside and scoot closer to the edge. “What’s that?”
He tries once more before the syllables fizzle out on his tongue and, with a few frustrated clicks, he swipes a fish from the surface and stuffs it in his mouth. You giggle, and the sound has him tilting his head. Without a shred of apprehension, he meets you at the ledge. You watch him munch on the fish between his lips, content to observe in silence. He polishes it off rather quickly before procuring a handful, which he dumps onto the ground beside you. You shake your head at him, smiling weakly.
“Thanks, but no. It’s all yours.”
The mer shrugs and indulges without you.
“I should thank you for not hurting me back then,” you add. He pays close attention to your lips; you think he might be attempting to read them while listening. “Um… But don’t get the wrong idea. I’m not sure if merfolk are like humans, but we have this system… Or not a system… It’s more like…groupings? Secondary classifications?” You frown. How can you explain the complexities of sub-genders to a mer who doesn’t even speak your language? “Basically, I was in trouble and you helped me out. Kind of. In any case, thank you.”
He stares at you for a while, chewing and swallowing. You think he might swim back under once he’s finished, but instead he places his hands on the ledge and hoists himself up on his arms. He’s in your face next, all eager smiles and chitters.
“Fu… Furo. Furo…ido. Furoido,” he sounds out.
You read his lips in the best way you can before it finally clicks. “Ah! Floyd, right? Is that…your name?”
Floyd points to himself, makes a few upbeat clicks, and then nods. He’s pointing at you next.
“And me? Oh, my name is (Name).” You take your time sounding it out for him, and he repeats it with an awkward tongue. You smile and nod encouragingly. “That’s it. That’s me.”
He flops back into the water with a celebratory trill, a wild smile tugging at his lips. You watch him swim laps from you to the opposite end of the pool and back. Ditching the shark suit was the right call. You’re no longer uncertain. This time, you know for a fact that you’re going to be getting along very well with him.
And you look forward to fostering this flowering friendship.
#meraki mumbles#fluffy floyd hours#n/sfw#tw: abo#tw: omegaverse#he's so cute >w< i love floyb orz#okay now it's back to tmdg!!!#jade is going to kill me for writing about his twin when i should be writing him ;;;;
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Pls write the reader praising Jamil during his overblot- like when everyone is jokingly praising him… [reader] just accidentally goes off on a tangent. And he actually remembers it during his recovery.
↳ praise the sorceror.
character: jamil viper.
genre: fluff, kind of crack.
a/n: i love him. he’s my favoritest. the way i would have actually been praising him and not even as a joke, i would’ve been a MENACE in this scene anyways kind of long bc i got distracted
If there was anything that could be said about Jamil, it was the exhaustion he carried behind a calm mask. Sooner or later, it would have to be shown. There were only so many emotions that someone could bottle up.
Unfortunately, Jamil’s emotions created something that was supposed to be rare in mages.
“And what are we supposed to do now?” You asked. You were standing behind Azul, Floyd, and Jade, holding Grim in your arms. The only reason you were standing behind them was because Floyd had literally shoved you behind them so that you would not be directly attacked by Jamil. “Way to show that I’m magicless...”
“Well, you are, Shrimpy!” Floyd said cheerfully, almost as if he was ignoring the giant shadow looming behind him. If the twins were tall, the phantom was practically a skyscraper. “Now, boss, what’s the plan?”
If it wasn’t for the terrifying idea that Jamil could possibly kill you, you’d try to make a joke to make it more light-hearted. But there were no reinforcements. Everyone was on vacation. Even Crowley, that selfish headmage, could not be reached with the same phone that he swore he’d answer. The only people that could save Scarabia from going under Jamil’s reign were Kalim, the twins, and Azul.
But Jamil’s fury didn’t stop there. With a wave of his hand and a cackle, he had sent all of you flying out into the desert. The second you landed, you swore up and down that maybe you should rethink your crush on him. Luckily, nothing was broken, yet everything still hurt.
“Good plan, boss.” You said snarkily, wincing as you stood up. “Now we’ve left Jamil alone with the rest of Scarabia!”
“You sound too concerned for him, Y/N.” Azul had taken off his glasses, inspecting them to make sure they were not cracked. “One would think that, perhaps, you think more than fondly of him.”
Your face contorted into a angrily flustered expression. “You think I’m not fond of him? It’s not like that--I mean, while you all were ignoring him--never mind. Let’s go. But before that, Azul, can you please do something about Floyd’s voice? I won’t be able to take him seriously.”
Floyd responded, “You never take me seriously anyways!”
“Do too!”
“Do not!”
“Do too!”
“Do not!”
“Both of you calm down, I will destroy the contract anyways. Floyd’s voice was disturbing me too.” Azul said to calm you both down, eliminating the contract in the process. Floyd’s voice was finally back to normal. You had to smile at him before getting serious.
“We need to go back now. Come on.”
~
Meanwhile, Jamil had turned into someone else completely. He was ordering the residents around, basking in this new light as the self-proclaimed replacement for the sultan that was Kalim. With a grandiose smile, he urged, “Tell me more about myself.”
Azul spoke up. “You are incredibly handsome...”
Grim followed, “Tall, dark...”
It was as though Jamil didn’t recognize their voices. “And?”
Jade responded, “Your eyes are so angular, so intelligent--”
“So well-dressed.” His twin followed with his signature smug smile.
Kalim happily stated, “You just look strong, you know!”
Finally, it was your turn, just as you had practiced on the way back. “You’re entrancing.” That was supposed to be your only line, yet it was as though more compliments burst out of you like a dam. “You’ve got this beautiful voice that can charm even the most stubborn people. You’ve got these pretty eyes that could entrance anyone even without your Unique Magic and shine brighter than any star. You’ve got skills that no one else has, your cooking is so amazing that sometimes I feel as though you could be one of the best chefs around. You are so intelligent and so helpful--ow!” You stopped when Grim had kicked you with his tiny paw. The realization of what you said hit you like a truck. “Oh. My bad.”
“Hmm, what wonderful compliments--” He had turned to look at you for a second before it dawned on him that everyone he had thrown out was here. “You’re all here?! I’ll finally be able to use my true power!”
But this time, none of you were sent out flying. The battle between Jamil and Azul, Jade, Floyd, and Kalim was harsh. You were not dense enough to step in. You were absolutely magicless and it would be the worst decision of your life, possibly your last, if you dared try to get in their way. You could only hope that they defeated Jamil in time before anything worse happened to him.
Sooner than you had thought about that, there was a blinding flash. The phantom behind Jamil had disappeared. The ink running down his arms had disappeared along with it. He was back in his normal dorm uniform, looking normal. You stepped forward tentatively. “You didn’t kill him right? Right?!”
“I might have killed him, just a little bit,” Floyd joked. But he grunted in pain. “What was that for?!”
“Don’t make jokes about that! Tell me he’s going to wake up.” You asked Azul.
“He will. All four of us used the same spell to take him down.” Azul answered, nodding at you. “Are you still going to deny your fondness for him?”
“In front of you? Yes. Who knows what stupid contract you’d try to get me into?”
Behind you, there was a mumble and a groan. You turned around to look at Jamil, who was moving slightly, his head turning to wake up. His eyes finally fluttered open and you breathed out in relief. “I thought he was going to die.”
“Obviously! You hurt me!” Floyd whined.
You moved carefully near me, sitting down. “Jamil? How do you feel?”
Jamil’s head was still pounding from the excessive use of magic. He could only remember flashes of what had happened but the biggest part that he remembered was you. Your compliments and how sincere you sounded in comparison to everyone else, who was only talking as though to fulfill a quota. Maybe...maybe he could bring his hopes up. When he locked eyes with you, the anger in him calmed down slightly. Maybe there was a chance. “Where am I?”
“You’re in the lounge. They got rid of your phantom. Do you feel okay? How’s your head?” You looked genuinely concerned for him, something he was not used to at all, always on the giving side instead of the receiving side.
From behind you, someone cleared their throat. Jamil shifted to see the twins, Azul, and Kalim, the latter barely holding back tears. Azul spoke up. “We thought you wouldn’t wake up. Y/N, in particular, was panicking. They were hyperventilating and sobbing, they were absolutely bawling. It could have rivaled Kalim’s Unique Magic.”
“I was not!” You sounded outraged. “Get out! Let me talk to him before all of you insult him.”
“And they punched me!” Floyd added. “It hurt!”
“No, it didn’t, you are just trying to get Y/N’s attention again. Come along, brother.” Jade said, pulling him away and walking with the others.
Jamil swallowed dryly, almost afraid of the question he was going to ask you when you turned around. “Did you mean it?”
“Hm?”
“The...compliments.”
Your eyes widened, not thinking that he was going to be able to recall it. “You remember that?”
Jamil nodded slightly. “Did you mean it?”
Breathing out softly, you smiled at him. “Every word. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same, I don’t want to pressure you or anything--”
His hand had clasped around yours. You looked down at your hands and back at him. He looked almost shy, definitely flustered based on how his eyes were looking away from you. But the grip on your hand said everything. “I may have feelings for you too.”
“Oh good, that’s a relief, I was worried that I was complimenting a monster and not you.” You looked out at the night sky, the stars glittering as if they were happy at your reunion. “You want me to tell them to give you time?”
“No. Don’t go. Stay with me for a while.”
“Of course.”
He was looking at the same stars that he had always seen, yet this time, something in him felt warmer. Maybe it was your presence that made them shine brighter. Either way, he couldn’t stop the smile appearing on his face as he continued to hold your hand and look at the sky with you.
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hi dear~ so ya khow i just found you with pure luck and i fell in love if find some free time could you write yandere mafia tweels pleas / maby part two for rent with a little nsfw aaaaw both of them together! >///< i wish you a nice day or night .
a/n: i actually didnt know whether or not if i should continue the rent writing, but you asked so…
Rent.
PART 2
Summary: getting thrown out of your apartment for late bills while in LA, possibly the best place people come to get laid, isn’t what you had in mind, but a freaky twist comes into play when your “friend” Jack Howl reveals that someone has been staring at you for weeks. (yandere)
⚠️warnings: yandere, threats, mentions of violence, jealousy, drug use, NSFW, noncon, no magic, modern au, blackmail, language, possible mix of tense
reader sex not specified.
when you wake, you are still on the bed you were when you got knocked out…
abruptly, your memories come flooding in and you recall getting kidnapped. by the twins slave or agent? you don’t know all you can think about is getting out of this place.
thinking about it has made you even more confused, where exactly are you?
you remember Floyd wishing you goodnight so you have to be somewhere Jade and Floyd maybe live? or a bunker type thing?
you hope not, that would make it harder to escape. you try to get up, but as soon as you do you are hit with nausea.
you wobble for a good minute, trying to blink away the feeling when the door bursts open. the sound making you jolt, but at least the nausea is gone.
you snap your head around to see Floyd standing there looking at you with an utterly pissed expression.
but in an instant, his face fills with joy like a puppy. you have no time to get out of his way before he tackles you into a hug, his sharp teeth dangerously close to you.
he grins wide, reminding you of the chesire cat, and spins around, “shrimpy! ive missed you so much!”
your senses heighten when you hear the nickname. he always called you that when you were together and, now that you think about it, its awkward how hes still using it.
you decide its not worth the argument, all you wanna do is get out of here, “Floyd,” you say, making sure to get his attention, “where is my phone? i have to go.”
Floyd sets you down and pretends to think, making the iconic pose. he looked to be eyeing the door which made you a little nervous, he runs a hand through his hair and sighs. “i don’t know, shrimpy, Jade said he took it somewhere.” he shrugged.
“while we wait what have ya been up to?” Floyd sat on the bed, watching you glare at him with a smile, “i heard from jade you work at a little cafe now? well not that it matters…” he muttered the last part under his breath.
“what was that last thing?” you ask, even though you knw fully well what he had stated.
“well since you live here now it doesnt matter, you boss knows you got no where to stay, so your job is toast, anyways.” Floyd said, shrugging his shoulders and looking away unbothered.
“i’m not living here Floyd!” you huff out angrily, “Jade better come back with my phone.” you utter, gritting your teeth.
“haha! shrimpy~ you don’t have another coice!” he said, laughing in between sentences, “you have no house, no job, no fam—”
“speaking of family, who is Jack Howl to you?” Floyf entire demeanor changed in an instant, he grabbed your shoulder and stood from the bed, towering over you.
“he kept calling you phone over and over.. i was starting to think i would have to deal with someone again, shrimpy~” you were terrified, the last time Floyd went to “deal” with someone who had hurt you in school, they were black and blue next time you saw them.
your eyes widened, “don’t hurt him, were just friends! and stop calling me that, we broke up!” you yell at him, trying to push him away.
Floyd’s grip on your shoulders tightened, his face turned sour, “oh? and if i killed grim, would you still think like that?” Floyd turned his head, a couple joints cracking.
you stop struggling, what is wrong with me?! i forgot about grim!
“good. shrim-py.” Floyd said, leaning in closer, but his movements stopped when you both heard a noise.
“my apologies for showing up late.” Jade entered the room shuting the door behind him and locking it with a key. “Floyd. if you scare them to much they might end up running again.”
you noted how he was carrying a plate with pancakes, eggs, and strawberries on it. and you couldn’t help but think, is that for me?
Jade ushered Floyd to let you go and told you to sit back on the bed. he forcefully semi pushed you onto the bed.
“eat up. we can’t have you dying of starvation, now can we?”
you feel numb. they were so nice, yet they kidnapped you. and now they are acting like your a couple..
well Jade did always seem interested in you. but Floyd always wanted to be alone with you.
you turn your head to the side, refusing the food placed infront of you. for all you know they could have poisoned it!
Jade took notice of this and decided it was best not to force you to eat, well at least thats what you thought.
“Y/n. i understand you do not trist us, but when was the last time you eated a proper meal?” you did not answer, Jade sighed and then got am idea, a horrible, terrible, awful idea.
Jade shot Floyd a glance Floyd shot Jade a glance.
Jade scooted you over and sat besdie you, Floyd sitting on the other side.
Jade took the fork and ate a piece of the pancakes, to which you would have backed up if mot for the headboard and Floyd. you aren’t dumb, you know what hes doing, you’ve read your fair share of wattpad.
Floyd locks his arms around you, grinning on your shoulder, “Looks like shrimpy knows whats up!”
you close your mouth tighty, but Jade still smashes his lips onto yours. when you dont open them, Floyd pinches you hard. making you let out a yelp, Jade takes the opportunity to push the pancake into you mouth, he quickly puts his hand over your face and closes your nose so you can’t breathe.
you eyes tear up, but you chew anyways. something weird happened to the pancakes because when you swallow, the pancake goes down slowly and it feels warm.
“How’d it taste, shrimpy? any poison?” you know Floyd is teasing you with the nickname.
“fine…” you mumble, taking the fork and pushing the twins away from you, you eat the pancakes and strawberries/eggs in a few minutes. ignoring the way Floyd faked falling onto the ground with a hurt cry.
you could only hope that Grim and Jack are okay.
you hear the subtle whsipers of Jade and Floyd behind you, and turn around, “what are you saying!”
“oh, nothing of your concern.” Jade assures you.
you turn back around, you need to think of a plan to get out of here but you come up emtpy. sure you could try to just run out and throw the plate and form at them, but they probably have gaurds, they’re rich! plus if they caught you then they’d just be pissed off. trying to escape at night would make sense but again the gaurds. this room has no windows and you don’t have any of you stuff so you’d have to jump even if it did. you don’t have your phone. you could try to pursuade them?
a headache kicked in out of nowhere and you suddnely found it hard to focus, “ughh..” you hold you head in your hands, your legs coming up and you find yourself sitting in fatal position.
“w-what the…” dizziness has kicked in, and your body started feelign warm, a little too warm.
you cma hear the twins laughing quietly, “so naive…” Jade starts, “you ate one bite and it was fine so whats the problem with taking multiple, huh?” he said, condescendingly.
tears clouded your vision it was to hot amd though you could barely think, you noticed how it was especially hot in your nether region.
“wha- what did—” a ringing sound buzze din your ears.
”oho! whaddya know! its Jackie! go on and answer it, Y/n!” Floyd announced, handing over your phone.
but i can barely say anything.. you think, your mind still hazy.
you clicked on the phone after missing a couple times, finally answering the call, “H-helloo?” you voiced as best you could, but your voice came out slurred. or as if you were drunk.
“Y/n?! are you okay? i called multiple times amd you didnt answer!”
“Ye-ahh~” you reply, but your response is cut short by Floyd’s hand going down your pants.
he strokes your bits, running his hand up and down and up and down.
you move your phone away form your mouth so you can tell him to knock it off, but it just comes out as little mewls.
Jade comes up behind you to and starts whispering sweet nothings in your ear while rubbing your back, as if wanting to put you to sleep.
“Y/n?” Jack calls form the other side, trying to figure out what is wrong with you, “are you good?”
“Yeah-..Yep! sorry for not—answering!” you speak quickly wanting the call the be over.
“alright, are you still coming over?”
Floyd starts circling your hole with one finger, dipping in the slender and cold finger, making you shiver, but it also feels oddly calming.
after a while of Floyd fingering you he added another finger making you bite your bottom lip. Floyd nips at your neck, biting down hard, “yes! er.. yes.”
“maybe hanging up on him would be a good idea, unless you want him to hear you screaming.” Jade nips at your ear.
Floyd pace quickly sped up, his fingers moving in and out at a rapid pace, “ngh!~” you came, and you feel oddly relaxed, you lean back on Jade, who rubs your thigh and kisses your shoulder, mumbling about how you did good.
“i ha-ve to go..” and with that you hung up on Jack. feeling awkward as ever since your oretty sure he heard you moan.
Floyd grins wide when he finds the sticky white liquid in your pants, “shrimpy!” he says cheekly, bringing his hand up to his mouth and licking your cum off his hand, “salty! wanna taste?” you weakly shake your head.
but Floyd doesn’t take no for an answer, Floyd leaned down towards your face, and Jade held you still so you couldnt move.
“Floyd!” Floyd pressed his lips angainst your rather harshly, biting your lip the same way and forcing you to taste your essence.
it does taste salty.
you begin to push on Floyds shoulders, it was getting a little hard to breathe, the tears you’d been holding back fell as Floyd didn’t let you go.
but eventually Jade flicked Floyd’s forehead, “Floyd, they were suffocating.”
Jade wipes your tears and turns you around, slowly undressing you before their very eyes. first your shirt, and taking off your clothes actually somewhat helped the burning heat in your lower stomach.
maybe its for the best, and if i wake up earlier than them maybe i can take the key and escape! you now had a plan formed in your head.
your clothes are off and Jade hurts! your being streched, and he’s not moving either he and Floyd are just talking like your aren’t even there.
you feel another orgasm coming your bits are sore, you’ve came a total of three times tonight, once on Floyd’s fingers and already once with Jade, and another is coming.
Jade rolls his hips ever so gently, watching as you hide your face in his neck and come, “aww! shrimpy’s still sensitive from coming, eh?” Floyd states, poking your back.
“i wonder what you’ll be like when you take both of us.” Floyd grins evilly as you jolt.
you didn’t know how long it went on. but Jade and Floyd had you fucked out by the end. you peacefully slept, curling up with one of the jackets around you, your not sure which.
you don’t know how long it’s been but you need to leave quick. you sit up after peeling yourselves form the twins grip, scooting off the bed and onto the floor, where their clothes sat, you checked Jade’s pockets for the key, silently celebrating once you found it.
you stood on wobbly legs, stumbling over to the door and feel a liquid running down your thighs, you hug them together. you couldn’t find your underwear but you did find your pants, and hoodie. you swiftly put them on and unlocked the door.
but as you reached for the doorknob someones hand already had found it.
“although you look cute all messy, i can’t stop myself from getting mad at you for leaving us like we were a one night stand, shrimpy.” Floyd said, his other hand hitting the door next to your head.
“Trust us when we tell you.” they said in sync, “you aren’t leaving again.”
holy shit that took me an hour to write 😪
i profusely apologize to jack again
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And here is my second ask for my fav eel twins jade and floyd + trey... could i have purple, black, white and rainbow ?
i got both of your asks and i'll do them in one post!
(also, a note: i got a lot of requests that have same characters and colors, so i think i'll start deleting those that have way too many colors that i've already done for those specific characters, so that going through my inbox would be easier. i've read all requests that i've got! i just don't think it would make much sense for me to still do requests that have, like, only one color that i didn't write for that character yet)
jade leech.
TEAL for jade has already been done here!
BLUE: "does this character tend to miss his s/o often or is he more independent?"
i think jade is more of an independent type. he acts like it's alright and simply moves on with his life. some people would even think he doesn't miss you at all and would call him out for being so cold, but they're WRONG. this man misses you, but he thinks it doesn't make any sense for him to show it. he will show you just how much he missed you when you finally come back, you are the only one who can see that side of his~
PINK: "how does this character confess to his crush? is it easy for him or he needs a lot of time?"
even though jade is such an elegant and polite man, i think he actually would confess to you in a more casual manner. he doesn't want to scare you off and he wants you to feel as comfortable as possible. why should he make his confession dramatic when there's a chance of you rejecting him? instead, he would wait for a quiet and peaceful moment, when there's no one around but you two and he would tell you the truth about his feelings.
BROWN: "a domestic headcanon for that character"
i've seen people saying that jade acts like a classic "housewife who can kill" AND I AGREE. jade would help you out with anything you need help with and he would act like a perfect husband in public, but there's also this.. terrifying aura around him. maybe it's because he gets way too enthusiastic when he has a knife in his hand, maybe it's because of the way he glares at people (and still has a smile on his face) who are being rude to you, maybe it's because of some other things.. so you would often hear stuff like "y/n, your husband is cool, but don't you think he's a bit.. scary" from your friends and other people. bonus if you don't suspect anything at all and you're like "what do you mean he's perfectly sane"
PURPLE for jade has already been done here!
BLACK for jade has already been done here!
WHITE for jade has already been done here!
RAINBOW: "how would this character propose to his s/o?"
it's definitely more fancy than the day that he confessed to you, but it still has that relaxed atmosphere, because again, jade doesn't want to go all out when there's a chance of you saying no. but he knows that if you say no to him, it will most likely be not because you don't love him, but rather because you're just.. not ready yet. and he gets that. so he doesn't want you to feel pressured. if you say yes to him, that's great! if you say no and you don't feel comfortable with getting married yet, that's okay, then you will simply spend a lovely evening together :)
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floyd leech.
TEAL for floyd has already been done here!
BLUE: "does this character tend to miss his s/o often or is he more independent?"
he's the polar opposite of jade. gets all sulky and stops caring about everything that isn't related to you. his mood swings get even worse somehow. people are not sure if he's gonna have a breakdown and cry on the floor or kill everyone here. maybe he's gonna do both. azul is this close to paying you to come back and calm this guy down.
PINK: "how does this character confess to his crush? is it easy for him or he needs a lot of time?"
like jade, but even more casual. he would literally just say that he loves you and that's it. that's just what kind of a person he is, floyd doesn't understand why love confessions should be such a big deal. his confession is simple, but it's sincere and he's definitely being honest about his feelings. i doubt it would take a lot of time for him to do that, i think he would confess to you right after he realizes that he loves you.
BROWN: "a domestic headcanon for that character"
.. let's just say that i don't think floyd is that reliable. sure, he'd love to help you, but do you REALLY trust him to do chores and all that stuff? do you really? because the moment he gets bored or tired, he would be like "okay i'm done" and the fact that he's doing it for you would be his only motivation to continue. but hey, at least he wants to do his best for you :')
PURPLE for floyd has already been done here!
BLACK for floyd has already been done here!
WHITE for floyd has already been done here!
RAINBOW: "how would this character propose to his s/o?"
would most likely need help from azul and jade, because this guy would just show you the ring and be like "so do you wanna marry me". i don't think floyd would think too much of it, he's not really the type to plan things out, he just wants to go with the flow. so if you don't wanna get married, that's fine too, as long as you stay together, he doesn't mind. he doesn't get why weddings, proposals and all that stuff is so important anyway.
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trey clover.
PURPLE: "does this character like to make plans for the future? does he like to think about spending the rest of his life with his s/o?"
he definitely likes to think about it, it's quite fun and it also makes him happy to imagine you two spending the rest of your lives together. but he also prefers to stay in the moment and focus on the present. what if he gets carried away and ignores your feelings and what you want in the process? but hey, if you also want to discuss your plans for the future, he'd love to do that with you. he believes that you both have to be honest with each other and respect each other's wishes, if you want to live a happy and peaceful life together.
BLACK: "what's the "deal-breaker" for him? what kind of person would he never get along with?"
i feel like his standards are "don't be rude and you'll be fine", haha. but yeah, trey can get along with most people unless they're too rude, mean and have zero respect for others. i also doubt he would get along with someone who's too lazy and doesn't want to become better. he understands people who find it hard to focus or don't have motivation, but he would rather not talk to people who clearly like to use others to do things for them.
WHITE: "what does he like the most about his s/o? which trait he finds the most beautiful?"
trey is that type of person who would say "i love everything about them", but i think he really appreciates the fact that he can just be.. himself around you, you know? he doesn't have to be his best self, he gets tired of being a "respectable and reliable older brother figure" sometimes, he actually really wants someone who he can trust and share his problems with, even if he doesn't want to admit that he has those problems. and you're always here to listen to him and support him, and he knows that you would never judge him.
RAINBOW: "how would this character propose to his s/o?"
pretends to be calm and says that he has everything under control, but don't believe his words, HE'S VERY NERVOUS. HE'S PANICKING. he really hopes everything goes fine and he comes up with a plan for everything, but when it's actually time for him to propose to you, he calms down a bit and accepts all possible outcomes. if you say you need some time to think, he will understand and he will be very patient about it.
#twisted wonderland#disney twisted wonderland#twst x reader#twisted wonderland imagines#twst imagines#twst headcanons#jade leech#jade leech x reader#floyd leech#floyd leech x reader#trey clover#trey clover x reader
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The rules in Chucky
In this post I’ll be listing the different rules about possession through the Chucky series and writing my thoughts down about them. Hopefully I was able to catch them all. If there are any I’ve missed please let me know. I’d also love to hear anyone else’s take on this. I’m so sorry about any typos.
- Only being able to possess the body of the first person you reveal your true nature too
This rule was only essential to the first three movies. After those movies this rule never came up again (or at least I don’t think it was as prevalent. I should also note that in the third movie that this rule would reset when he’s brought back from the dead). However the movies released later do follow a similar format (Jesse, Jade, Jennifer, and Alice). I could see this rule possibly being brought back to focus.
- The longer you stay in a doll body the more human it becomes
This has stayed pretty consistent throughout the whole series. The dolls do have bodily functions (there may be a few scenes that might contradict this but I think thats mostly for stylistic choices. Like Chucky being beheaded in seed vs curse).
- If the body becomes too human you're trapped in the doll.
So this is really just a continuation of the last rule but I didn’t want to make that section too long. This rule again is only prevalent in the first three movies. The later movies and series seem to contradict this. Specifically GG they were a doll for like six years and were able to possess the twins bodies ( more on this later) but Chucky was a doll for like two days (in child’s play 2) and got trapped. I’m going to assume this rule isn’t in play anymore because it restricted Don with what he could do with Chucky (and the other dolls).
- Destroying the heart is the only way to kill chucky.
This rule is only ever mentioned or important in the first movie. However through the movies and series when Chucky dies it’s usually in a way where his heart gets hit (I could not think of a better way to say that). I can only think of three times where this didn’t happen (Child's play 2 and both seasons of the series). I kinda just assumed that when he’s shot, axed to death, or thrown into a giant fan his heart was destroyed. I’m not really sure if this rule will ever become as important as it was in the first movie but it does seem to float around in the background.
- Needing the amulet to transfer souls
We saw the amulet twice and then never again. It was just a retcon for bride and then it later carried on to seed but I honestly thought we’d see it again considering the amulet itself is pretty memorable (that might just be me though cause I grew up associating Chucky with seed and bride. I miss his scarred look 😔. They do also sell merchandise of the amulet though). Honestly it’s a roll of the dice if we ever see it again as it’s not important to the plot as of right now.
- Being able to possess anything.
Okay so this isn’t really a rule it’s more of a throw away line Chucky said in cult. That he could theoretically possess anyone or anything as long as they had a hand/arm for him to stab people. This line was just inserted for Don to be able to explain why Chucky was possessing multiple dolls. I wouldn't take this “rule” seriously. The next rule I’m about to get into contradicts everything about this.
- Only being able to possess the same type of doll.
This is our current rule (I honestly have so many questions about this one). Chucky can only possess good guy dolls and Tiffany can only possess belle dolls (I’m kinda unclear where this rule stands with GG. GG weirdly enough seems to never fully fit the rules. I’m sure that the implication is that they can only possess their doll. Their situation is different from their parents though. I could make a whole separate post on this ).This rule as a whole is very restrictive especially since it’s implied that there aren’t many good guys or belle dolls left. I personally only think this rule exists for two reasons. One being that Chucky and Tiffany (and GG) have such well known appearances that all of a sudden changing the dolls would be weird. The second reason was to raise the stakes especially with the dolls being hard to find. I don’t hate this rule or anything but I can see it being retcon in the future.
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Like this https://www.tumblr.com/mentality-of-wukong-au/727942315237408768/spirit-logs
*Rin Muhou Havoc.
A lot has changed since these three have gained the power of a physical form. My dear Mow has gone missing so I’ll have to write the logs manually…
As I said before, Rin Muhou is an adoptive child of Chikao Muhou, the Red Buttocked Horse Monkey. (It’s a Baboon…why is this his full name? It’s literally just a Baboon) They were the first to have problems regarding gaining her physical form, thus Mow decided to give her shapeshifting. This was actually a problem for me, I didn’t express it much in my last log, but Mow turned them into physical beings….without my permission…
Anyway…she was rewarded for their spectacular feat in changing the mind of The Jade Emperor, which is a spectacular achievement considering The Azure Lion, a long-time Celestial was turned away for his ‘oversight and vision’ of this world…honestly why did the boy even try? At least The Havocs ensured that they wouldn’t cause Chaos anymore when they had children…though I wonder if the Bermuda Triangle counts…She also defended Wukong against the 10 Kings who most notably did the most stupidest thing I’ve seen in a while, because how the fuck did you forget the Monkey King has a lock on his door? Then again they were up against a child…imagine getting dropped kicked by a child in court, that’s hilarious. Especially if you’re like a millennia old god like the 10 Kings and The Jade Emperor.
Rin has gone through so much in these past…gee I don’t even know how many arcs there were…the chaos seems to spread within her children as they plummet into the depths that his the chaotic adventures of old.
I remember she lost an arm? How did that happen again?
Antonio Muhou Havoc (Or Shifu)
Most of my data of him is the same…Got adopted, joined the mafia, disappeared for 13 years. Died, revived, err…did he die again or was that Rin? No wait it was Mathias…nah…I’m getting them mixed up…Jesus…
He got pregnant with twins (Yes that can happen even though he’s a dude) and still continued his work in the mafia, he’s a family-oriented guy, a sweet husband, with the power to summon whatever he wants at will. He has two siblings, (Biological) who still work a clothing shop in Megapolis, they helped with Zazhu’s wedding dress, which looked so nice by the way. Love their sense of taste. I will add that the guy has abandonment issues and self-worth issues to work on. But Rin seems to have the guilty trauma and low self-esteem.
Mathias Muhou Havoc.
Aroace and an emotional guy, who loves potions. And science, give this guy a lab coat, some gloves and goggles and you have yourself Tongbei’s little mad scientist in crime. (Seriously Tongbei CANNOT make a proper potion at times, do NOT trust him to make poison for you, because likely he will kill instead of incapacitate)
Might act all tough but he’s a soft cookie for his family. He was once a villain named ‘Xiu’ the guy that gave him identity issues due to Paramita’s Mask…he keeps blaming himself, but seriously, you can’t blame yourself for wanting attention, that’s just basic human stuff mate.
I’m not even going to add his past life, because I know a large number of people in this community will end up dead-naming him and I will personally break anyone’s neck so should that happen. However, Mathias died due to suffocation, due to his Mask that got glued to him when he died. I now realized the reason why Mow chose disintegrating power, because she thought it’d be ‘funny’ to let the guy who died from suffocation, have the ability to technically suffocate his enemies in ASH. I find her humor quite concerning…
And lastly is Zazhu Shifu (Or Muhou Havoc)
I placed a separate log for him actually because I noticed something concerning about him…
But you didn’t hear that from me…perhaps he’s here because he’s Antonio’s husband.
Zazhu Shifu is the Brother of the Great Monk’s reincarnate, ‘Tang Shifu’ he is the first born of a very shitty family, who cared no less of him and abandoned him in the car to die of heatstroke (Yes they literally wanted to kill him.) fortunately he was miraculously saved when the mafia he joined, accidentally kidnapped him too and brought him to the leader, whom eventually adopted him as his own.
Cue years later, and Zazhu fixed his relationship with Tang (It was strained due to their parents) and eventually the brothers rebelled against their parents, living happily under the comfort of their husbands and children.
Zazhu is a skilled mortal, with no magical capabilities, his main weapon is a gun (obviously) and he has abnormal speed and agility, being able to dodge bullets even on the run. There are rumors that he also has high-pain tolerance, though I’m not sure if that theory is true…
Then there’s his connection as Tang’s brother…I’m just wondering if there are any side effects…
Oh well…can’t place that here, can I?
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abigail hobbs and daddy issues.
these things are fueling me lately. HIS voice purrs with such nihilism. i am not a part of the 'all', HE tells me. but if i have to absorb one more generalization i might scream. i know people often speak from their jaded experiences. i have many myself. it's just adolescent the way i think 'am I like this?' 'does he think i'm really that difficult?'
good girls should never try to be bad. we get fucked up. we take hannibal lecter's hand when he offers it to us on the final step of the ladder downward. new daddies.
(i suddenly remember my abusive ex telling me his theories of all women seeking out their fathers as husbands or boyfriends and this was before he was abusive and how i saw my stepfather--who raised me and was the only dad i knew until this past decade--in his eyes when his hands were around my throat in a 'i'm going to kill you, bitch' way.)
abigail went from the arms of one serial killer into another's. but abigail is not the sacrificial lamb. will graham is. abigail is now the bait that she was accused of being for her father, garrett jacob hobbs.
i'm not in an abusive situation. i'm in an intense affair that's far enough away from me to be ephemeral. i just can't help how it stirs things up for me. i'm also being mentored by HIM. i used to think this would be the worst place to be considering how long we've known each other. i remember vowing to keep our art separated, but i can't deny that he knows what he's doing and the things he's saying echo that of my old teacher who highly encouraged my writing.
i DO need help. i've been stuck in the same creative rut for years and my attempts to claw my way out of it are mediocre at best. the effort is there.
i'm HIS fragile little teacup. but he'd be devastated if i broke and assures me it'll be intense but won't destroy me. every conversation is intense because we're cosmic twins. i trust him. i have since we were little kids. this is a sacred thing neither of us want to screw up and his advisement will only help me especially since i'm looking to broaden my work. i've got to get out of this 'i'll submit stuff eventually' hell. get to work, bitch. you need the dough.
autumn makes me rewatch Hannibal and since it's been so long and i'm in a different place since the last watch, i'm seeing a lot of shit that i'm absorbing personally.
i got a book about mothers and eating disorders i'm praying doesn't trigger a relapse. i've been good though. my weight is good. sure i can lose more, but ya know...i'm being good.
so yeah. writing every day. soaking in autumn inspo. listening to good music. watching good movies again.
i foresee good things.
#life#personal#rewatching hannibal and having too many thoughts#nbc hannibal#abigail hobbs#daddy issues#hannibal
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April Brain Rot #10
Prompts:
36. Hatred
14. "I'm screwed."
18. “I swear, if anyone lays a hand on you, I’ll cut their arm off.”
Floyd Leech x Reader
Summery: Sometimes working customer service sucks ass- especially when creeps keep catcalling you and no one's saying anything. Good thing you have your boyfriend to come in and beat the shit out of people just in the nick of time.
TW: Incel behavior; Creeps; Cat Calling; Uncomfortable Situations; Blood; Violence; Fist Fighting; Pinning Down (Not in a good way)
Word Count: 1,152
A note from Fel: SO, TO START OFF- THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR ALL THE LOVE????? Y'ALL ARE SO DAMN SWEET, THANK YOU!!!!! But y'all are gonna turn me into a full blow slut if you keep complimenting me. Also! For those who sent in requests- rest assured they are saftly sitting in my ask box, I'm just gonna save them for after April Brain Rot so I can make sure that I have everything in order lmao. (And that person who requested more Mafia Au??? I love you- much kisses~). ALSO SINCE I WANT TO GUSH ABOUT MY GF TOO- she liked this one and I'm happy she did, I got worried that everything felt rushed, so hopefully, y'all think it's up to par too! Sorry for rambling: enjoy!
Occasionally you would work at the Mostro Lounge to make some extra cash and occasionally you would get one of… the less unsavory customers who would bother you. But, usually, your boyfriend was there to run them off.
Unfortunately, at this point in time, Floyd was out with Jade and Azul (surprisingly) hunting down a customer to give them a “nice squeeze” (as Floyd likes to put it). So, you were on your own with this guy (and his cronies, ugh).
You breathe a sigh through your nose, feeling your blood boiling as your grip on your writing pad turns knuckle white as he makes another wolf call at you. The high pitched whistle cutting through the order of the customer that you were trying to get for the third time. “Hey, baby, why don’t you come back over here and talk to some real men?” This one’s voice is loud and nauseating and you have a sudden urge to throw the note pad at him and his cackling friends.
The Pomfiore student in front of you frowns and you’re almost afraid that they're going to get out of their seat and you were going to have to break up a fight. He sighs through his nose, repeating his order and you lean closer to him and tell him you’ll give him a discount. He smiles at you.
“Damn, look at that ass!” Another one yells, an awful voice crack breaking into his words. Despite it, he high fives the others like he had just said the best thing in the history of Twisted Wonderland.
You suck in another breath, shutting your eyes in barely contained fury.
“I’ll be back with your order, sir.”
He nods. “Hang in there.”
You smile at him, an inkling of annoyance straining at the back of your mind. I wouldn’t have to hang in there if one of you would do something. Or I could kill people.
Though… you glance at the group as you pass the order to the cooks in the kitchen: the three boys who were giggling amongst each other weren’t much to look at (thin, small- you could take them out if you really needed to thanks to getting out of Floyd’s hold so many times). The one that was worrying you was the one that was eyeing you like a piece of meat. The guy was big, almost as broad chested as the twins and just shy of being as tall as them; sharp toothed and slit pupils. You were almost inclined to believe that he stole that uniform from Diasomnia if his ears weren’t pointed.
Malleus would never stand for how they were acting.
I’ll have to talk to him. You huff, balancing the new tray of food on your shoulder and hand, making your way to the table that seats three Heartslabyul students, they eyed the rowdy group nervously and urged you to go around the side furthest from him. Which wasn’t very far, it was a booth right next to theirs. They take their order gratefully.
“Hey, what about us, pretty bird?” The guy finally called out to you, his voice ridiculously deep.
You want to hurl.
You plaster on the best smile you could despite the fury growing at the bottom of your gut and turn your attention to their booth. “Do you need something, sir?”
“Yeah.” He says, leaning on his elbows as he loosely holds the menu between his pointer finger and thumb. “A date. Me. You. This Saturday.”
This mother-
“I’m sorry, sir. That isn’t on the menu.”
“No one says no to me.”
His eyebrows raised before one of the guys piped up. “Do you not have any taste? Kylan’s one of the top students in Daisomnia- anyone would want to go on a date with him-”
“Well, then, he should go and find that ‘anyone’.” You're proud of the fact that you kept your smile on your face while addressing them. Even prouder of the gawking faces of the customers. What you didn’t account for was the darkening look on Kylan’s face as his blue eyes seemed to glow in a white rage.
“Well, I just did.”
God, Azul was going to have your head. Or maybe not. He had a soft spot for you. And this guy was an ass.
His hand shot out to wrap around your arm (a few cries from the other tables breaking through the adrenaline rush in your mind), yanking you to him until your noses almost brushed and you could smell the overpowering scent of his cologne. “No one-” the grip tightened and you winced- “says no to me.”
“L…” You gulped, trying to will your voice from wavering as you continue. “Let me go.”
“No one-”
“I don’t care if no one says no to you!” You snap, trying to tug your arm away from him despite his grip steadily growing tighter. “I said no! I have a boyfriend already who’s ten times better than you can ever hope to be- so let me fucking go!”
You shriek as your world whirls before your back makes contact with the table. Dishes breaking underneath your spine and one thought shines through as hands dart to hold you down and a chorus of yells and frantic movements sound from around you: I’m screwed.
And suddenly the Daisomnia student is yanked off of you and everything swells to a whole new kind of chaos as cheers blurred together with the sound of fists hitting skin rings out. You sit up (the three other boys having ran off) and look down to see Floyd throttling the fae- his fist a blur as he keeps colliding with his face. Kylan having no time to move aside from twitch at the sheer impacts of the hits.
More and more red specks flew into the air with every hit.
Jade frantically began to claw at Floyd’s clothes to pull him off of the fae, Azul rushing to help. They finally got him off of the barely moving student; he still strained against them to jump back on him until Azul whispered something in his ear and in that moment his eyes were on your dazed form.
Jade and Azul let him go and he rushed over to you. His hands immediately touch your face, his eyes round as he looks over you. He pulls you into a hug, shivering and mumbling mildly concerning things: “I’ll kill him.” and “I swear, if anyone lays a hand on you, I’ll cut their arm off.”
“Floyd-” you whisper- “Floyd. I’m ok.” You squeeze him back as hard you can.
He suddenly bursts out laughing, squeezing you back. “Your squeezes are so soft, Angelfish!”
You sigh into his shoulder, basking in his presence, blocking out the angry yells of Azul as he scolds and threatens the group behind you.
You’re happy that Floyd was back.
<The Next Chosen Character>
Thank you for reading!
#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#twisted wonderland imagines#twst#twst x reader#twst imagines#twst floyd#floyd leech#floyd x reader#x reader#gender nuetral reader#non binary reader#sfw#tw: fist fights#tw: incel#tw: uncomfortable situations#tw: unwanted advances#tw: fist fight#tw: blood#tw: catcalling#tw: being held down#not a reblog#april brain rot
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Twisted wonderland characters and alcohol
On a scale from 1-10 (1 being they should not touch alcohol. 10 being they handle it well) how well would these characters handle booze.
all characters 21+ for the subject
if you are wondering what possessed me to write this, I was listening to "cake by the ocean" by DNCE. Floyd came to mind and i started thinking of the crazy shit he would do when drunk.
click line because I understand some people are triggered by the subject of alcohol.
Heartslabyul
Riddle: He wouldn't last long... would probably stick to the wine coolers but if he drank something harder by accident, Trey would find him passed out at the bar and would have to carry him home. 3/10
Trey: Handles it well. social drinker. knows when to quit. probably like a decent beer. 8/10
Cater: party drunk. takes videos while drunk and doesn't remember them in the morning. probably prefers limoncello. self destructive drunk. may also start crying randomly...plz help him... 4/10
Ace: As soon as he turns 21, he's at the bar, you cannot change my mind. another beer drinker although, he's less picky than Trey. probably drinks a bit when he gets depressed. Other than that, he handles alcohol like a normal human would. 6/10
Deuce: Do not give him alcohol! He reverts back into his punk ass self. Then again, he would probably avoid the stuff anyway. 2/10
Savannaclaw
Leona: Wine and expensive liquor. Handles it extremely well. sleeps for twice as long as usual after getting drunk. Has a surprisingly large tolerance. Also very picky about brand and type. he will not drink it if its not to his tastes...unless he had to babysit Cheka earlier and he needs to unwind... 9/10
Ruggie: cheap beer, not picky. I can see him meeting up every Friday with some friends to go drinking. comes home wobbly and very affectionate (especially if he's coming home to a partner) cuddler drunk 7/10
Jack: does not drink. he drank once on his 21st birthday but due to not being able to remember that night, he has never drank alcohol again. 1/10
Octanvinelle
Azul: ah, drunk Azul... his 21st was celebrated and after a few glasses of chardonnay he was down for the count. He is a bit of a flirt when drunk but if his target turns him down, he may get upset and have to be escorted back to his room by the twins. Top shelf kind of guy. 3/10
Jade: A red wine man. has a low tolerance but hides it well. You would only be able to tell because of the scent of wine on his breath, his slurred speech and his inability to stop talking about mushrooms... 6/10
Floyd: Nonononononoooooo It'll be fun at first but this is one devil you don't want to unleash, especially with how his moods flip flop. Drinks vodka strait. normal tolerance. drinks anything and everything. how has he not succumb to alcohol poisoning? 0/10
Scarabia
Kalim: Happy drunk. Wine for everyone. top self stuff. gives Jamil a massive headache. must be chaperoned when drunk but at least he's fun to talk to. normal tolerance. 6/10
Jamil: He's drinking out of stress. boy has too much on his plate not to. usually has a bottle to himself for when he can retreat to his room at night. high tolerance. hard liquor. not picky as long as it can get him drunk. for some reason, I feel like he would appreciate something cinnamon flavored... anyway, similar to Jade, you wouldn't be able to tell he's drunk right away. the giveaways are his speech, how wobbly he is and how much he's talking to you. i cant help but think he will vent a lot when drunk too. 7/10
Pomefiore
Vil: He's very carful about how much he drinks in public. never more than two glasses of chardonnay. top shelf liquor and wine, never any less. if you try to swap it, he will be able to tell from the taste alone. very picky. when it comes to actually getting drunk, I think he would be able to retain class until he is out of view. either way, he tries to avoid heavy drinking. normal tolerance. 5/10
Rook: Pleeease limit him and do not let him touch hard liquor. shit was disastrous last time...it turns into the hunter and the hunted. no he wouldn't actually kill anyone but, he would be flirting with literally everyone. just no. high tolerance 2/10
Epel: when Epel turned 21 he almost died. he was in the bar (not in his hometown. he probably ventured out to the city for this one) he started drinking and one of the burlier patrons told him, jokingly, to take it easy after 3 beers due to Epel's small stature and Epel tried to prove that he could handle it. He woke up in the hospital. low tolerance. grandma doesn't let him touch the stuff anymore. 1/10
Ignihyde
Idia: yeah, Ortho said no to drinking at home and playing video games and since Idia wont go out to a bar, that's out the window... N/A
Ortho: robot...end of story... N/A
Diasomnia
Malleus: High tolerance. red wine only. when he's drunk (very rare sight) he just becomes intrigued by the people around him. he will just watch people. if spoken to, he will hold a conversation, although he becomes very cryptic with his speech. He will also smile and laugh more than usual. 10/10
Lilia: Lilia can go one of two way. one: red wine sophistication. two: dark liquor rowdy. red wine makes him flirty and giggly. he's very sweet when he drinks red wine. now, when drinking dark liquor...he is insane...I mean swinging on the chandelier level rowdy...high tolerance 5/10 because its an either or situation.
Silver: very rarely drinks red wine and its never enough to get drunk so this falls under the N/A category.
Sebek: He probably started drinking red wine because Malleus drinks it. low tolerance however...I cant help but imagine him getting drunk and crying over Malleus or something. 1/10
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Whumptober 2021 Day 1: “You have to let go”
Fandom: MDZS/CQL
Ship: Mo Xuanyu / Nie Huaisang
Rating: T, Major Character Death
Wordcount: 1166
Tags: Implied/Referenced Suicide, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Angst, Implied Sexual Content, Grief/Mourning, Canonical Character Death
He and Mo Xuanyu have always been meant to part ways in the end.
"You have to let go," Huaisang tells the trembling figure in front of him.
The young man hangs his head, disheveled hair draping over his face. He leans forward as if to bury himself in Huaisang's chest, but not close enough for his face to touch Huaisang’s robes.
A lacquered wooden makeup case rattles in the young man’s hands as his fingers abuse its lid. The makeup case is empty, save for a trace of crimson dust. Several other empty cases litter the ground like bodies cut open after an ambush. They surround the name Mo Xuanyu and a collection of obscene words written in stark red and white on the ground. The sneering voices of Jin cultivators, long since gone, still slither through the air around them, as if crawling out of the crude letters they smeared into the ground.
So this is Jin Guangyao’s newly-discovered brother.
Huaisang feels a sharp pang of sympathy for Mo Xuanyu. To have his passions strewn to the floor, to be looked down upon and mocked, to feel alone in his own sect...
"It's alright," Huaisang says gently, not for the first time. "They're gone now."
But despite his coaxing, Mo Xuanyu still refuses to uncurl his fingers from the case in his hands, still refuses to speak or look him in the eye. Maybe Huaisang should leave.
"How about I give you some of my cosmetics?" he tries.
Mo Xuanyu grips the case harder. "Why...why would you do that?"
Well, that's progress.
Huaisang rests the edge of his fan on the makeup case. Mo Xuanyu flinches and looks up. Rage flashes through his eyes before mellowing to puppy-like sadness and confusion.
Even in this state of disarray, the white powder on his face wet, red streaks smearing down over his cheekbones, Mo Xuanyu is beautiful.
But Huaisang doesn't miss the startling forcefulness of that flash of anger, steely and concentrated like the tension of a wrought bow. He wouldn't have expected such rage from someone who seems to want to make himself as small as possible.
Mo Xuanyu is miserable.
Luckily for both of them, misery loves company.
"Consider it a gift of initiation," Huaisang finally answers.
"Initiation of...what?"
Huaisang slips a jade powder case from his sleeve and holds it out. Opening his fan with a spirited snap, he smiles and cocks an eyebrow. "Initiation of our friendship, of course."
Mo Xuanyu stares wide-eyed at the powder case and its intricate design of swirling patterns and twin magpies. He blinks, and the faintest smile appears on his lips.
He reaches for the case.
* * *
"A-Yu!" Huaisang says through laughter. "You have to let go!"
Giggling, Mo Xuanyu hugs the bundle of Huaisang's robes against his bare body and dodges out of Huaisang's reach. His grin becomes sharper when he's mischievous like this, his movements more resolute than his usual delicacy. He is something totally other when he is smiling and cheerful, transforming like a tattered sheet of paper folded into the shape of a crane.
Huaisang can't hold back his grin. "Give me my robes back!"
"Not unless we stay here a little longer."
"You do realize that it must be for something important if it's me, of all people, who wants to get out of bed."
"It's that important?" Mo Xuanyu asks, caught off guard.
Huaisang shrugs. "Maybe not. I don't know." He relents and lies back down, letting Mo Xuanyu happily join him once more.
Breathes in the giddiness that masks the truth of their relationship, lets the comfort drown out his thoughts.
Huaisang knows their joyful moments together are fleeting. Mo Xuanyu will return to his place of scorn in Jinlintai and resume his secret studies of demonic cultivation. Huaisang will return to Qinghe and do his best to keep Da-ge’s mind from splitting along the lines that Baxia has carved into him.
Even without their separateness of their lives, Huaisang’s relationship with Mo Xuanyu will never be appropriate to make public. And, Huaisang tells himself, it is not that significant of a relationship anyway. Just a fling. Just some fun.
He tries not to let himself feel too much, tries not to become too attached. He knows it’s selfish to toy with someone whose life is so precarious, someone so fundamentally alone.
But he and Mo Xuanyu have always been meant to part ways in the end.
* * *
"You have to let it go," Jin Guangyao says, hand on Huaisang's shoulder.
Huaisang wants to cut off that hand. Cut off the fingers that plucked deceit on guqin strings. Cut off his whole arm.
For that, Huaisang would pick up a saber. Would touch one of those cursed blades that poisoned Da-ge.
But he won't.
Not like that.
Huaisang clenches his teeth and swallows the bile, lets Jin Guangyao's palm sink into his shoulder, smiles and nods and plays nice and plays dumb for "San-ge."
For now, he lets it go.
* * *
Huaisang is in bed with Mo Xuanyu, drowning out his grief, when he has the idea to let his lover go.
His mind makes the connections in a flash as his heart sinks, the last piece of his plan fitting into place like a missing bone from a skeleton, like the final word of a curse.
Mo Xuanyu’s kiss seems to burn his lips that night.
Huaisang would call himself a selfish man, but he and Mo Xuanyu have always been meant to part ways in the end.
* * *
You have to let go, he tells himself when he finds Mo Xuanyu slumped over in a shack, clothes in tatters, blood weeping from his wrists.
This time, Mo Xuanyu hangs his head, but not against Huaisang's chest. This time, hideous crimson writing is scrawled on the ground around him, written not in Mo Xuanyu's cosmetic powder, but in his own blood, by his own hand.
This time, Mo Xuanyu offered the gift.
Why did you do it? Huaisang wants to ask, but knows the answer like it's written into his skin with the blood of the soul he helped kill.
* * *
As Huaisang sits alone in his room, he holds Mo Xuanyu’s jade powder case—the same powder case he had gifted to him when they first met—and thinks.
Mo Xuanyu had been consumed by revenge. Had let it take his body like a fire devours through a forest, stripping it dry, leaving only black, brittle remains of what had once been.
Had burned out in a flash and left the ashes for Huaisang to hold onto.
Huaisang can easily take things for granted, can easily throw away a vessel for happiness—he had always been selfish and only grown more callous each time something had slipped through his fingers and left cuts behind—
But they are invisible cuts, of course.
It is with smooth, unblemished skin that Huaisang caresses the carvings of Mo Xuanyu's powder case. Cradles the relic with clean hands.
Yet those hands are shaking.
Shaking, they refuse to let go...
#mdzsnet#theuntameddaily#nie huaisang#mo xuanyu#the untamed#mdzs#cql#whumptober2021#emilu creations#emilu fics
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Sea of Thieves - TWST AU
Based off of @ihavebecomeapenguin‘s Role Swap AU where the First year gang and their respective dorm heads all swap years! This is my second attempt at writing this fic, so I hope you enjoy!
Word count: 2,130 (another record???)
Warnings: Cursing, fight scenes, Azul Angst because this is chapter three
Getting the leader of Savanaclaw to agree with their plan was easy enough for Yuu Prefect. Jack seemed to have the idea in his head that he was obligated to help the Ramshackle student because of how the recent overblot incident went down. Yuu didn’t dislike the help they were receiving, but Jack’s insistence that they slept in his dorm while Yuu fought to get Ramshackle back from the Octavinelle leaders was a little much.
However, convincing their new friend Leona would be a much more difficult ordeal.
“That has got to be the stupidest plan I’ve ever heard.”
“Well I don’t see you coming up with any ideas! I’ve only got a few hours left!” Yuu leaned against the door as Leona flipped the page on his magazine.
“It’s not really my problem, Herbivore.” He sighed and adjusted how he laid on his bed. “What could I do?”
Yuu stood up straight. “What’s wrong with you? You were all up for raiding the vault before, what’s changed now?”
Leona shut the magazine and tossed it aside, crossing his arms and sitting deeper into his pillows. “I don’t know, maybe I’m just tired of getting my ass handed to me by walking sushi!”
Grim snorted on Yuu’s shoulder, but the Prefect was not amused. “It’s a shame, really,” they began, “Think about how people will react when they hear that the second prince of the Afterglow Savanna turned his back on his friend. What would your nephew think of that?”
Yuu knew they struck a chord deep within Leona. He was on his feet in an instant and if looks could kill, Yuu would be dead where they stood. The beastman scowled at the human before him. “Fine, but we do this my way. Your plans suck.”
Yuu’s face formed a mischievous smile. Azul Ashengrotto had crossed a line and by the Seven there would be hell to pay. Oh yes, everything was coming together nicely.
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Riddle paced back and forth and twiddled his thumbs while Trey cleaned his glasses again.
“I have a bad feeling about this--”
“You always have a bad feeling.” Trey put his glasses back on.
“No, seriously! What if Trappola-Senpai finds out that we’re gone? What if we’re too late? What if Leona doesn’t agree to help the Prefect? What if we’re caught out of bed? What if--”
Trey held up a hand. “Riddle, please. Everything is gonna be ok. Just breathe and let the chips fall where they may. Speaking of which...”
The mirror to Savanaclaw lit up and four people stepped out. Leona and Yuu approached the Heartslabyul first years while Ruggie and Jack hung back, already filled in.
As Yuu explained the plan, Riddle’s nervousness slipped away. That is, until his part in the operation was explained.
“You want us to do what?” Riddle’s eyebrows shot up.
Leona smirked. “What, you scared or something?”
“N-No!” He turned bright red. “I just don’t know if I have the skills to pull this off.”
Trey put a hand on his shoulder. “You’ll do fine.”
“Thank you, Trey.”
Grim gagged, the anemone on his head wobbling. “Ew! Get a room, you two!”
Leona reached over and flicked the blue appendage. “Shut up, be glad they’re here.”
Yuu rolled their eyes. “So, then everyone knows their parts? Good, then we can get going. The sooner we finish this, the better.”
The first years nodded and passed around the potion that would allow them to breathe underwater. Jack and Ruggie disappeared back into their dorm’s mirror while Yuu and company approached the dark mirror.
In a second, they found themselves in the Coral Sea near the Alantica Memorial Museum. As per usual, a merman guard was posted outside the door. The group looked around for the infamous Leech twins and swam towards the building when they saw that the coast was clear.
Yuu might have had their iconic resting bitch face plastered for their friends to see, but the fact that no one had tried to stop them yet worried the Prefect. Trey swam ahead of the group and approached the guard while the others took cover behind a rock. Yuu could hear Trey spit out a convincing lie about wanting to explore the Museum, only to be denied by the guard. Of course, this was expected and Trey struck up a conversation between the guard, giving a small signal that it was okay for his friends to make a break for the door.
They swam behind the guard while he was distracted and pulled at the entrance, only to discover that it was locked. Leona rolled his eyes and pushed up his sleeve, activating his Unique Magic.
“I am hunger, I am thirst, I am that which steals your tomorrow. Now kneel before me, Kings Roar.”
The door handle turned to sand and he pulled the door open, earning a glare from Riddle. They swam inside the door while Trey continued to keep the attention of the guard. Yuu had to admit Trey’s ability to lie on cue was unsettling, but not unwelcomed.
Finding the picture Yuu risked their dorm for wasn’t a hard task. However, they’d forgotten that the only other reasonable person was still outside sweet talking the guard, so you can imagine how Yuu felt when Riddle took his magic pen and smashed the glass casing around the photo without a second thought.
An alarm went off somewhere in the building and it occurred to Yuu that the last time they were here, there were two guards. A Merman in armor swam around the corner and almost called for backup, but Leona gave him a swift kick to the head and knocked him out.
Maybe hanging around with himbos isn’t such a bad thing. Yuu thought to themself. They almost laughed at the mental image of calling Leona a himbo, but remained focused on the situation at hand. The four swam back out of the Museum and signaled for Trey to wrap up the conversation that he was way too invested in.
They made their escape and began to swim back to the mirror spot, but two dark shadows in the water blocked their path. The Leech brothers eyed the photo in Riddle’s hand with amusement and smiled, calculated toothy grins. Floyd’s voice ripped through the cold water and sent chills down the spines of the first years.
“That doesn’t belong to you, Shrimpy-Chan~”
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Azul watched the first years sneak through the mirror and instructed the twins to give them an hour to retrieve the photo. What he hadn’t seen was the Savanaclaw leadership watching him from their respective mirror.
The Octomer returned to the Mostro Lounge and felt that the establishment lack a certain atmosphere, but then remembered that the Leech twins were off preparing to collect on his most recent contract. He kept himself busy and waved the twins off when they departed, but found his tasks boring when they left.
The Lounge didn’t open for a few minutes, but Azul could see a line forming outside. He grabbed a first year from Scarabia that he had enslaved was helping out that day and positioned him to be the host. The doors opened and Azul noticed that a large amount of customers were from Savanaclaw, but thought nothing of it.
He returned to the VIP room and checked his phone for messages before sitting down behind his large desk. Azul looked over the papers on his desk and noticed that jade had dropped off collateral on a recent contract. Azul spun around in his chair like a supervillain - which he privately enjoyed doing - and stood to open his vault. He had barley cracked the door open when a first year from his own dorm stepped into the VIP room looking distressed.
“What could possibly be so important that you come in here unannounced?”
“It’s a mad house out there, Senpai!” The first year was out of breath,
“Excuse m--”
“There’s too many of them, we can’t keep serving them!”
“Show me.”
Azul followed the first year out to the Lounge’s restaurant area and stopped. Those students from Savanaclaw who were crowding the door? They had taken up every seat! They were yelling and cursing out his waiters and throwing glasses and sending back food they deemed inedible! And of course, the smug faces of Ruggie Bucchi and Jack Howl leaned against the door frame without a care in the world.
“Mister Howl, what is the meaning of this?” Azul tried his hardest not to scream in frustration.
“That’s Howl-Senpai to you, tentacles!” Ruggie snickered.
“I haven’t the slightest idea what you mean.” Jack had a smug expression.
Someone called Azul’s name from the kitchen and yelled that they needed assistance. Jack’s smile turned sinister. “That sounds urgent, you wouldn’t want to upset your customers, would you?”
Azul’s face burned red as he struggled not to explode on them. After all, he had a reputation; one bad day couldn’t ruin that. But he did find it suspicious that this happened as soon as the twins had left. Azul returned to the kitchen and kept his eye on the Savanaclaw leaders until he stepped behind the swinging door, narrowly running into a Heartslabyul student carrying a tray of tea.
Once he was gone, Jack nodded to Ruggie and the second year made a break for the VIP room. Phase one was complete.
~~~
If this was any other circumstance, Yuu would say that the eels swimming around them was majestic. However, in this moment, Yuu struggled not to show fear.
“What should we do with the little Shrimpy and Koebe-Chan and Lionfish and their little friends, Jade?” Floyd’s nicknames for them made Riddle flush.
“I don’t know, what if you gave them a squeeze?” Jade swam a little too close to Leona and almost got slashed across the face by long nails. Yuu looked to the Heartslabyul duo and nodded. The two had their pens out in a flash and went back to back. This part of the plan required concentration and almost perfect timing. If one of them messed up, they may just become fish food.
Floyd caught on to what they were doing. “Hah! What, is little Koebe-Chan going hit me with his little necklaces?”
Riddle turned even more red, but surprisingly didn’t lash out. Yuu looked over for a second and noticed that Trey was holding his hand to keep him calm. Yuu turned their attention back to Jade as Leona swiped at him again. Leona attempted to fire a bolt of magic at him, but Jade was too quick, easily avoiding and laughing at the attempt.
Yuu grabbed Leona’s sleeve. “Floyd’s magic! We can’t touch them!”
Leona swung his head around, smacking Grim in the face with his ponytail, and snarled at Trey and Riddle. “Hurry up, goddamnit!”
Riddle broke his concentration and glared at Leona. “I’m doing my best you useless pussy!”
Trey and Yuu made eye contact and knew that the plan was falling apart. Trey rolled his eyes and pointed his wand at Floyd. “Oh for the Seven!”
He activated his Unique Magic and suddenly Floyd’s smile fell. His multi colored eyes widened with rage and Trey gulped. “Riddle, now!”
Riddle spun around and pointed his pen at Floyd as well. “Don’t tell me what to do! Off with your head!”
The all too familiar clicking sound could be heard and Floyd grabbed at his neck. Riddle’s iconic neck lock was holding onto the merman and based on the violent thrashing from Floyd, it wasn’t budging. Floyd glared daggers into Riddle and lunged at him with a loud shriek, but Leona had crossed the distance between them and booted him in the side of the head.
“Floyd!” Jade rushed to his brother’s side and was relieved that Floyd was only knocked unconscious. He looked at the first years and down at the neck brace on his twin. “Just... go.”
They didn’t hesitate to swim back to the mirror spot and teleport back to Night Raven College. When they had finally caught their breath from swimming so fast, Riddle look down at his hands.
“I.... I just used my magic to harm an upperclassman. Leona, you kicked an upperclassman in the head!”
“Yeah and I’ll do it again.” Leona picked between his teeth with his pinky finger. Yuu looked at Trey. “So, how did you do that? The plan was for you two to cast that combo spell that Crowley showed you.”
Trey rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, I panicked and realized that my Doodle Suite might have been able to make Floyd-Senpai’s shield just not work.”
“Genius, even for a human like you!” Grim jumped onto the green haired boy’s shoulder with a smile.
“Thank you?”
“Don’t take that as a compliment!” Riddle squinted his eyes at Grim. Leona pulled out his phone and was amazed that it wasn’t dead. “So, Jack and Ruggie-Senpai should be done by now, should we head over to the Lounge?”
Yuu sighed and realized how tired they were. “Let’s.”
~~~
When he managed to get the last beastman out of his restaurant, Azul almost collapsed against the door. He got to his feet and almost stumbled back to the VIP room, but stopped dead in his tracks. His blood turned to ice and his glasses fell off his face. Azul made an undignified sound and spun around, discarding his glasses in his haste. He tore down the hall back to the Lounge, leaving the VIP room and the open, empty vault within.
Azul threw open the doors to the Lounge and saw Ruggie leaning against a wall, cleaning out his teeth with a toothpick.
“What have you done?!” Azul’s voice was nothing more than a hushed whisper.
Ruggie ignored him. “You know, I tried takoyaki for the first time today, it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.”
Azul turned a furious red. “You mangy beast! Where are they?!”
“Is that any way to talk to a classmate, Azul-kun?” Jack stepped out from behind a corner, a large stack of yellow papers in his hands. “I thought that you would have more tact.”
The Octavinelle student glared daggers into Jack’s soul. It was a little unsettling. The beastmen could just feel the anger seething out of him. Footsteps could be heard approaching the three.
“I can’t wait to see the look on that Octo-punk’s face when we give him the stupid photo!”
“I’ve never said anything bad against an upperclassman before, but I hope he looses it!”
“Like how you lost it with Floyd?”
“Shut up, or I’ll forcefully remove that anemone myself, you little beast!”
The first years turned the corner Jack was standing behind and stopped. Yuu held up a preemptive hand to stop any wise comments about Azul’s clearly enraged behaviour. With their other hand, they held out the photograph. “Here, so you can’t say we didn’t pull through our end of the deal.”
Azul just stared at the photo and began to laugh softly. “You... You think you’ve won? You steal my contracts, you destroy my Lounge and you bring me my photo to rub it in, huh? I see the twins have failed yet again.”
“Yet again?” Called a voice from down the hall. The students present turned their heads to see the human forms of the Leech brothers coming their way. Floyd still had Riddle’s neck lock on and held an ice pack to his temple.
Jade’s eyes looked Azul up and down. “It seems you’re the one who failed here.”
Azul scoffed. “Oh please, I gave you one task: keep them from returning the photo to me! You couldn’t even do that!”
Floyd stood up taller and took the ice pack away from his head. “You know, I don’t like that tone you’ve got. Makes me want to squeeze it out of you.”
Azul seemed to mentally backpedal. “Well, what I meant to say was--”
Jack waved the contracts in the air to get the mermen’s attention. “Do you want these or not?”
Azul’s anger turned to desperation. “Yes! Hand them over this instant!”
“No I don’t think I will.” Jack sneered. Yuu realized that he was just toying with Azul. They almost felt bad for the second year dorm head, but at the same time, he had enslaved over two hundred students simply because they wanted a cheat sheet for finals. Jack looked over the documents in his hand and passed them to Leona. “Do what you want, I just wanted to see him squirm.”
Leona gladly took the contracts and Yuu realized what he was about to do. They made no move to stop him, but Jade’s eyes opened uncharacteristically large.
“I am hunger, I am thirst, I am that which steals your tomorrow. Now kneel before me, Kings Roar!”
The golden contracts crumbled into sand between his fingers. Azul shrieked again and fell to his knees, watching as Leona kicked the pile of sand at his feet to solidify that the papers were gone. Yuu looked to Grim and saw that the anemone on his head was gone, however the next sound Azul made got them to return their focus on the situation.
“You... you monsters!” Azul slowly got to his feet.
“Yeah what?” Grim grinned. “You gotta be a bit more specific.”
Leona rolled his eyes and turned to go. “C’mon, I’ve got practice to get to. I don’t wanna throw a pity party for that mess.”
Riddle raised his pen and the neck brace around Floyd vanished. He rubbed his neck and smiled at Riddle. “Thank you, Koebe-chan! No hard feelings for trying to eat you?”
Riddle made a disgusted face that Trey snorted at. Azul watched them start to leave with horror in his eyes. “No, wait! Fix this mess! Grim, I helped you pass your exam!”
“You also used me as a sponge!”
Floyd pursed his lips and crossed his arms. “You’re acting pretty lame right now, you know that right?”
Jade nodded and shrugged his shoulders. “Desperation isn’t a good look for you.”
Azul looked around for something, anything to make the situation better. Yuu sighed. “Azul, you did this to yourself. Now, if you excuse us--”
Azul got to his feet with a strange expression on his face. “Wait wait wait wait wait wait wait! I can turn this around! Just watch, I’m not boring at all!”
The door to the Mostro Lounge creaked open and a timid looking Scarabia student stepped out, patting his head where Yuu assumed an anemone had been resting. Azul reached out his hand and a small ball of light flew out of the chest of the poor student and into Azul’s. He stood up with a crazed smile and looked around the group as the Scarabia boy collapsed.
“See?! I may not be what I once was, but I am still leagues above you all!”
Leona groaned and spun around on his heels. “Okay, now you’re taking this too far--”
He was interrupted by Azul’s laugh and a snap of the second year’s fingers. Ruggie pushed Leona down and the ball of light Yuu assumed was Ruggie’s magic flew to Azul. Jack pulled out his staff and growled as he watched Ruggie faint.
“You’ll pay for that, Ashengrotto.” He snarled.
Azul’s laugh grew dark and menacing. “Oh really, Jack-Senpai?” the title oozing off of his tongue like poison. “Why don’t you just lighten up and Dance with me!”
Jack dropped the staff and became rigid, but soon regained control of his body. Azul turned to Floyd, who’s eyebrows were furrowed in concentration. All of the commotion had drawn the attention of the other Octavinelle dorm residents, all of which fell prey to Azul’s greedy glare.
Yuu watched in horror as Azul absorbed the magic of every student who had unknowingly stepped into their worst nightmare, but it wasn’t over. Yuu looked Azul up and down and saw his purple gem becoming more clouded by the second.
Riddle noticed this too and raised his pen to stop the nonsense, but Trey tackled him out of Azul’s line of sight. It occurred to Yuu that if Azul got is hands on the magic of their friends, the fight would turn from bad to ugly.
Of course, as per usual, the coming tide was already among them. Jade dashed to put himself between the first years and the crazed Azul, but got smacked to the side by a large black tentacle that had formed from Azul’s cane.
The overblotting version of Azul stood over the first years, but while their friends saw the anger in those cold blue eyes, Yuu recognized loneliness and fear. This was by far the worst case of overblotting Yuu had seen when comparing the Heartslabyul and Savanaclaw incident together, and they had no idea what to do now.
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XI: Suffer Love
(Batgirl/Red Hood)
Description: Jason figures it out.
Note: this is the final chapter of the menu series! i tried to wrap it all up in bow for you, and i hope you loved reading it as much as i loved writing it. the support and feedback has been amazing & i love u all!💓✨send more requests if u please, kiss kiss and enjoy
I guess when I died, it was less about the dying. Less about the way my teeth jarred when the crowbar cracked against my skull, or the heat on my skin when the building went up. Joker’s face when I realized I wasn’t getting out. It was more about the idea, my very last idea, that I was no longer gonna get to live. Little, stupid things. Maybe I wanted a dog, or a pint of ice cream.
I didn’t like to wrestle with the idea that my story was over. Not with a bang, but a whimper. Maybe I wanted to write something better than T.S. Eliot���s dull take on his boring little 19th century world.
Contrary to anything I ever said to Bruce when I was pissed about having to wear a school uniform, I liked my life. I could picture the way the city looked from my window, or Alfred’s hand on my shoulder when we posed for a family picture. Waking up to the sound of rain. A beach day or something. Coffee in the morning, even though I didn’t like it.
And somewhere, deeply, tucked away, I could even picture myself in the manor. Hiding behind a shelf in the library, letting my favorite leather bound copy of Much Ado swallow me whole.
Suffer love! A good epithet. I do suffer love indeed, for I love thee against my will.
Humanity wasn’t out of the question for me. Not even close. It was dangerously within reach- hell, it felt inevitable. Like one day, things were bound to go back to normal, and that was out of my control.
But when I died, it was less about the dying. And even when I hauled myself, gasping and fighting, out of ice cold dirt packed like cement over my body, I still felt like I hadn’t been allowed to live. I could’ve crawled out of the grave and gotten myself a dog and a pint of ice cream, called it a day. Patched all that up.
But this wasn’t a continuation of my life. I didn’t pick up where I left off. It was a new life entirely; it was shitty and full of blood and ghosts and other shit I couldn’t get rid of, but I was terrified- terrified of losing it.
Dick missed the kid I was. Sure, I did too. I bet Adriano Cliffs fuckin’ missed him, too. He was easier to kill.
The weaker you are, the easier you are to kill. The stronger you are, the harder you are to love. Life’s a trade off, and I was striking a deal.
But maybe that wasn’t how it worked- maybe it wasn’t a trade off at all. That implied I had any sort of control over the way my lives spiraled and tossed me like the tides. In reality, I had about as much control of my life as I did over the crowbar that took it. No, it wasn’t a trade. Just a cycle. I had a shitty childhood. Then things got better, for while. Then they got worse. I died. And then I got better. And then things got shitty again.
Suffer love.
Suffer, love, suffer, love. Rinse, repeat.
I’d been doing a lot of suffering lately.
*
Darkness had seeped into the city, exalting the magnificent Gotham lights to heights that even dazzled the locals. The manor was less enchanting, but more daunting. I lit a cigarette, letting the early January night mix with the smoke in my chest. I stared at the wrought iron for a while, thinking about how it felt to be on the other side of it.
“Jesus,” A voice chided at the gate. “You look like bad news.”
I took a long drag, leaned against the metal, and let my eyes drag up and down her face. She looked smaller, standing there in a big knitted sweater. Even in the dark, with that glaring scar on her cheek that was my fault, she looked pretty. Relaxed, and safe, and pretty. One of those little, stupid things.
“Don’t mean to.” I offered quietly.
She leaned against the gate, just opposite me, so that we were touching, but still separated by ten feet of skyward metal. “Just come to brood, then?”
I didn’t say anything. Jaded enough by my sleepless night, conversation seemed equally as offensive as it was formidable. Especially with her. But standing there like stunned puppy at the gate of Wayne fucking manor seemed unbecoming of someone like myself- though I had no idea who that was anymore.
Her eyes glinted faintly by grace of the nearby glow of a lamp post, and I could’ve killed her for that. She looked like the view from the terrace in Little Italy. She looked like the whole of damn Gotham City.
“So what’d I get out of bed for?” She tried again, quieter this time, gaze falling askance to a car parked nearby that ricocheted lit windows from the houses around. Somewhere, in a yard, a dog barked. I let the silence weigh on us. Let the wind take drags of my cigarette and tug on my hair. I dipped my head under this cold, bitter, beautiful reckoning before dropping the cigarette on the ground, and putting in out with my shoe.
“Darlin’,” I said, suddenly very conscious of what I did with my hands, so I put them in my pockets. “I’m sorry.”
“I know.”
“No, you don’t. I shouldn’t have put you in that position. I shouldn’t have made you make that choice, and I shouldn’t have treated you like- I just...”
A breeze was roaring in from the sea.
“I don’t understand you. Why you stayed with me.”
The silence was alright with me. I felt relieved to know that she wasn’t going to try and ask me why or break me open. She was good at that; letting things lie. But there was still that wrought iron fence between us.
“Jason,” She said. “You stayed with me, too.”
She leaned against the fence, her head nearly resting against the bars. She was close, so I leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead, thanking the same God that killed me for the way a little smile danced along her lips.
You’re a lucky motherfucker, Jason Todd.
There was a long pause, then she added. “Why don’t we go somewhere? We’ll talk it about it, okay?”
I nodded. “Anywhere you wanna go, little bird.”
“Let’s go to Twin Sharks.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“I guess I should go change.” She sighed, inspecting her shorts, which were high and thin.
“Wear whatever you want. I’m in the mood to break a jaw.” I flashed her a grin. “You’re off the fuckin’ menu.”
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Mirror Image - Young Justice Imagine
Requested by Anon - Can you write where the reader is the male twin of Artemis; who looks just like Sportsmaster, and is planning to dye his hair while thinking negatively to himself because of the unconscious reactions that his mom and sisters give him? And what their reactions would be when they find out?
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You sighed, unlocking the door to the apartment. It was late, probably around ten o’clock. You had to meet with a group from school to work on a project. Gotham Academy was all about group work. It made you miss your old school. You were still wondering how you and your twin, Artemis, got scholarships. It was suspicious.
“Who is it?” Paula, your mother, asked. She rolled out into the hallway. Her smile dropped when she saw you. You saw her eyes flash dangerously.
“Mom, it’s me.” A wave of exhaustion washed over you.
“Oh, sorry con trai.” Paula relaxed. Your heart lifted slightly at the nickname. Her smile returned. “How was your project? Did you get your work done?”
You kissed her cheek as you went to the kitchen. “Good. We’ll ace the project for sure.” Getting a drink from the fridge, you cursed your genes again. Why couldn’t you have looked more like your mother? You hated that your appearance always made her think of your father first.
“Artemis is in her room. Will you make sure her homework is done?” Paula watched as you quickly finished your drink.
“Yeah, sure.” You placed your cup in the sink and left to Artemis’ room. The door was shut with soft music playing inside. You bit your lip before timidly knocking on the door.
“Mom! I said I’m working on it!” The door opened. Artemis gasped. “Dad.” Suddenly, her fist went flying toward your face, but you ducked just in time.
You caught her fist. “It’s me, but thanks for that.” Your heart sank. “Mom wanted me to make sure you have your homework done.”
Artemis yanked her fist out of your grasp. “Sorry, you just look so much like him since you got your last growth spurt.” She crossed her arms, blushing in embarrassment. “I’m working on it.”
“Do you want help?” You found yourself asking her, despite the urge to go lock yourself in your room.
She made a face that reminded you of the time where she almost stabbed you in the eye with one of her arrows. It was caused by a fight that your father instigated between the two of you. Now you really wanted to run. “I got it.”
“Fine. Night.” You hurried away and escaped to your room. Locking your door, you sighed, leaning against it. The mirror on your wall glowed from the streetlight drifting in through the window. You glared at it. It shined back your reflection and even you almost thought you were your father for a brief second. You pulled off your shoe and tossed it at the mirror. It shattered, sending glass everywhere.
“(Y/N), what was that?!” your mom asked, her voice coming down the hall.
“Nothing, Mom. My mirror just fell off the wall,” you said through the door.
Paula knocked on your door. “Are you alright?”
You debated opening the door, but then you thought about how her eyes would narrow as she would first see your father instead of you. “Yeah, don’t worry about me.”
“Okay.” Paula sounded hurt. You heard her roll back down the hall.
“I can never win.” You whispered, closing your eyes tiredly.
***
You adjusted your mask. “Remember we’re not related. Green Arrow just happens to be our mentor. That’s how we know each other,” Artemis said sternly.
“Yes, you tell me everyday.” You sighed. Artemis relaxed and led you to old phone booth zeta tube in an Gotham alleyway. “And keep my mask on.”
Artemis turned to look at you. There was the flash of pure resentment before it faded. Even with the mask on, you still looked very much like your father. “You look way too much like Dad.”
“I get reminded every day.” You nodded for her to go in first. She bit her lip. Guilt flared in her eyes. It made you only feel slightly satisfied. She went inside. The computer spoke and she disappeared in the gold light.
You entered the zeta tube. The computer’s voice echoed as you closed your eyes at the bright light. You started walking forward to find yourself suddenly walking into the cave.
“Woah, did you and (Y/H/N) come together today?” Kid Flash aka Wally teased at Artemis. He made kissing noises. You shook your head, smiling when Artemis flipped him off. Wally laughed before zooming off to somewhere. The scent of freshly made cookies floated in the air.
M’gann flew into the room with a plate of cookies in her hand. “I tried this brookie recipe.” She stopped by you. “Want one, (Y/N)? It’s half cookie half brownie.”
“Sure, thanks.” You took one and bit into it. It was still warm, melting into your mouth. “This is great, M’gann.”
She blushed. “You’re welcome.” She flew away. You watched her go to Artemis and offer her a cookie. Finishing off the cookie, you headed to the training room. Conner was inside, lifting weights.
“Hey Conner.” You joined him. He grunted in response. “You want me to add another weight to that? Looks too easy for you.”
“I’m fine. Everything is fine.” Conner gave you a look that made you glad he didn’t have heat vision.
“You okay?” You raised an eyebrow at him. “Because you don’t sound fine.”
“Are you okay?!” Conner dropped the weight. It crashed to the floor with a loud echoing boom. “I said I’m fine.”
You flinched, frowning. “I get it. I’ll leave you alone.” You turned toward the door. Your stomach twisted uncomfortably.
Conner sighed. “Sorry.” He cleared his throat, picking up the weight to put it away. “I...I went to see Superman. He still won’t talk to me.” You turned back to him, surprised.
“What an asshole.” You smiled, sitting down on the bench. Conner kept his back to you.
“Yeah, I guess he is,” Conner chuckled. You watched the tension drain out of his shoulders. “It’s just hard. I was always meant to replace Superman if he should fall. It never occurred to me that he wouldn’t want to meet me.” Conner frowned, crossing his arms. “I can’t get away from it. I get reminded every time I look in the mirror.”
You nodded. “I get it.” Conner looked at you curiously. “I look a lot like my dad to the point everyone in my family thinks I’m him for a second before they see me.” You realized Artemis would kill you for mentioning your family, but you figured it was safe as long as you didn’t mention your family was also Artemis’.
“Most people would be happy to look like their father.” Conner sat down next to you. You gave him a sad smile.
“My father is not a good man.” You swallowed hard.
Conner snorted. You both fell silent for a long time. A weight left your chest for a time, knowing you were with someone who first saw you for yourself. However, reality came crashing back as Batman’s voice called everyone to the mission room. Conner got up to leave first, but stopped and looked back at you. “Thank you, (Y/N).”
“You’re welcome.” You followed him, getting a rare genuine smile from Conner.
***
“What are you doing here?” Cheshire hissed in your face as she sat on your chest with her knees on your arms to hold you down. “I told you I don’t need your help.”
“Jade, it’s me, (Y/N).” You groaned. Jade had grown since the last time she tackled you way back before she ran away from home. You had grown too, but she was still making it hard for you to breathe.
She relaxed and climbed off you. “Sorry. You just look so much like our father.”
“Right.” You coughed, sitting up. The mission had gone haywire, and you got separated from everyone else. You were just about to get your bearings when Jade jumped you. “How are you, sis?”
Jade snorted, taking her mask off. She offered you a hand. You eyed it before taking it and getting to your feet. “You joined the Justice League group with Artemis, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, and you joined the League of Assassins.” You shook your head, rubbing your sore back. She hit you hard. “I can’t believe you work with Dad.”
“Shut up. It’s the job.” Jade crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow. “Does your group know who our family is? Artemis desperately doesn’t want them to know. She let me go last time we met to prevent me from spilling the beans.”
“No.” You glanced around, taking in the surroundings. “They think we only know each other because of Green Arrow.” You frowned. “What are you doing here?”
Jade just smirked before putting her mask back on. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” She patted your shoulder. “It was nice to see you, little brother.” She threw down a smoke bomb and disappeared. You coughed, the smoke going straight into your lungs. “You should change your face. They’re going to find out if you keep looking so much like our father.” Her voice echoed in the room.
You caught your breath. “Where did you...” Suddenly, something hit you hard on the back of the head and everything went black.
***
A bright light blinded you as you opened your eyes. Your head throbbed like it was being run over by a semi truck. “He’s awake,” Batman said as a black form appeared in your vision. The soft surface you laid on shifted.
“Oh, thank god.” Suddenly, you felt arms wrap around you. From the voice, you guess Artemis was hugging you. “Don’t you ever do something like that again.” She smacked your arm.
“Ouch.” You moaned, blinking as the room came into focus. You sat up. The clean white walls of the cave’s med bay surrounded you. It made you want to puke. “Don’t hit me.”
Suddenly, a bright light shined into your eye. You jumped, but a heavy hand rested on your shoulder. “I’m checking your pupils.” Batman turned off the light and slowly you were able to see again. “They’re dilating normally, but I suspect you have a concussion at least.”
Artemis held you tighter and you felt sicker. “Is there a garbage can?” You swallowed hard, a metallic taste forming in your mouth. Artemis jumped away from you and stuck a bucket in your face just in time.
You felt Batman rubbing your back as you gagged. Artemis went to the door. The rest of the team’s voices floated in, but Artemis wouldn’t let them in. It was at this point you realized your mask was off. Your heart sank.
Once you were done, Batman took the bucket away and handed you a glass of water. “What happened?” he asked.
You sipped the water, glancing toward Artemis. Batman followed your gaze. “Artemis, go call Green Arrow,” he said pointedly. She blinked in surprise before stepping out of the room. Once the door was shut, Batman turned back to you.
“I got separated from the others.” You sipped more water as your mouth dried out. “And Cheshire jumped me.”
Batman stared at you. You hated that you couldn’t see his eyes. His mouth was a firm line. “Your sister?”
You swallowed hard, glancing at the door in case Artemis came in. “Yeah, she thought I was my dad, but then she relaxed when she saw it was me. We talked a little, then she disappeared with a smoke bomb and I got hit in the head.” You touched the back of your head, wincing at the lump there.
He frowned. “What did you tell her?”
“Nothing.” You shook your head only to have the pain in your head intensify. “Ouch.”
“Take it easy.” Batman examined the lump on the back of your head.
“She asked if I was on the Team with Artemis and I said yes. I asked if she was with the League of Assassins and she said yes. That was it, I didn’t betray the Team.” Your eyes widened, chest tightened.
“I know you wouldn’t. Calm down.” Batman pushed you to lay down again, moving your head so you didn’t lay on the lump. “We’re going to have to do a few scans to make sure you didn’t crack your skull. Your mother has already been called and is up to date on the situation.”
You sighed. “Damn it. I don’t want to worry her.” You closed your eyes, suddenly very tired.
“Rest now.” Batman patted your arm. You tried to relax, but a nagging memory of your father popped into your head. He laughed, saying you were very much his son, pride radiating from him. You didn’t remember when that happened.
“How long did it take everyone to find me?” you whispered, eyes still closed. Batman was still nearby, washing out the bucket.
“Twenty minutes. Why?” Batman came back to your side. You heard him set the bucket on the bedside table.
“Was I alone?” A long silence followed and you knew your answer. “Sportsmaster was with me, wasn’t he?”
Batman cleared his throat. You opened your eyes to look at him. “He was, but he ran off when Superboy attacked him. The rest of the team didn’t see him.”
You sighed. “Great. Just great.” You closed your eyes, hating your face once more.
***
Artemis glared at you from the doorway of your bedroom. At least you knew the hatred in her eyes was for you alone this time. “I can’t believe Superboy saw you with your mask off and next to Dad.”
“I was unconscious, Artie. What did you want me to do?” You shifted on your bed, staring up at the ceiling that was way too familiar for comfort. A week of bedrest was way too long.
“Wally was asking me why you look so much like Sportmaster,” Artemis exploded, throwing her arms in the air. “I told him I don’t know, because I don’t know you!”
You flinched. Her words stabbed at your heart. “It’s okay. I can explain it when I finally get off bedrest.”
“Robin’s been snooping around too!” Artemis kicked a shoe on your floor. It slammed against the broken mirror that you had placed on the wall again. The mirror crashed to the floor, breaking the rest of the glass.
“Artemis!” Paula rolled down the hall with fire in her eyes. “Leave your brother alone. He needs his rest.” She saw the broken mirror. “Clean this up now!”
Your sister stormed off. “It’s fine, Mom,” you said. Paula came to your bedside and rested her hand on your forehead. “Mom, I have a concussion, not a fever.”
“I know.” She frowned. “I don’t like that your father hit you.”
“We don’t know if he did.” You bit your lip, looking away from her. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw her eyes flash. She wasn’t seeing you again. Exhaustion washed over you, deep into your bones. “I’m tired.”
“Yes, rest.” Paula left the room. Artemis came in and cleaned up the glass. You pretended to be asleep. Your heart burned with the determination to take Jade’s advice and change your face.
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You stared at the box of hair dye as you stood in the boys’ locker room at the cave. It took you a long time at the drug store to get up the courage to buy it, and now you had to work up the nerve to use it.
Today was your first day of freedom after the week on bedrest. The lump on your head disappeared, but you still felt a dull ache once and a while. However, you promised yourself that you would change your appearance today. The cave seemed the safest place to do that. No one was here at the moment.
Taking a deep breath, you opened the box and read the instructions. It was complicated, but you took out the different bottles. You took off your shirt.
“What are you doing?” Conner’s voice sounded from behind you.
You screamed, dropping one of the dye bottles into the sink. Luckily, you didn’t open it yet.
Conner snorted, raising an eyebrow. “Seriously? I scared you?”
“I didn’t think anyone was around.” You lined the bottles up. Blood rushed to your face, unable to look at Conner. He came over and picked up the dye box. You waited for him to say something.
“You’re going to have to do your eyebrows too or it will look strange,” Conner said, picking up the instructions.
You looked at him with wide eyes. “So you’re not going to talk me out of it?”
“Why?” Conner blinked. “It’s not like we’re doing plastic surgery or something. Hair color isn’t that big of a deal. M’gann does it all the time.”
“M’gann’s a shapeshifter.” You bit your lip. Nerves made you jumpy.
Conner grunted, shrugging his shoulders. He set the instructions down and picked up the first bottle. You smiled, glad to have the help.
***
“I’m home,” you called as you entered the apartment. You had a skip in your step. Your hair a new, shockingly different color. Thanks to Conner, the dye job turned out better than you hoped.
“Con trai?” Paula came out of the kitchen with a plate in hand. Upon seeing you, the plate dropped to the floor. “What did you do to your hair?”
“What? I like it.” You smiled when the look of anger and disappointment didn’t come over her. She was finally seeing you first. You could have danced from joy.
A deep frown came to Paula’s lips. Your joy faltered. “Wash it out of your hair now.” She pointed to the bathroom.
“It’s not going to work, Mom. I’ve already washed my hair and it’s here to stay.” You shrugged, hiding your pain behind indifference.
Artemis appeared in the doorway. “What the hell, (Y/N)?” Her eyes almost popped out of her head at your hair.
You smiled, happy when she saw you for you. It was working. “What? It’s my hair. I can do what I like.” You looked at Artemis. Her jaw was on the floor. “Now you don’t have to worry about everyone thinking I look like Dad, huh?”
“Is that why you did this?” Paula asked, taking your hand. “(Y/N), I’m proud that you look so much like your father. He was...is a handsome man.”
You wondered if she was sane. A bitter laugh escaped you as you pulled your hand away from Paula’s. “Seriously?” You looked at Artemis who was scowling. “Both of you never see me first. It’s always Dad. Don’t think I don’t see it.” You snapped at Paula before she could speak. The hurt look on her face made you hesitate, but your pain kept you going. “It’s always this flash of anger and hate before you finally realize it’s me. I’m sick of it.” You spun away to your bedroom, but Artemis grabbed your arm.
“That’s not true...” she began, but you jerked your arm out of her grasp.
“You know it is.” You narrowed your eyes dangerously at her. “Come on, weren’t you just yelling at me the other day for having my mask off and making the team wonder why I look like Sportsmaster?” Her eyes dropped. “Yeah, can’t say anything, can you?” Your voice was colder than you ever heard it be before.
Hurrying to your bedroom, you slammed the door and locked it. Your cheeks were wet with what you thought might be tears, but you told yourself it wasn’t. You didn’t care, yet your cheeks stayed wet for a long time.
***
“(Y/N), I have dinner,” Artemis whispered through your bedroom door. “It’s your favorite.” Your stomach rumbled at the thought, but you stayed lying on your bed.
“Go away.” You turned on your side to face away from your door.
Artemis sighed loud enough for you to hear. Little scratching sounds came from the door before it opened. “You’re going to eat. I don’t care.” Artemis came in. You turned to find Paula’s credit card in her hand. She used that to open the lock, a trick Jade had taught you both.
You narrowed your eyes at her. She glowered back at you. “I’m not hungry, Artie.” You laid back down and turned away from her.
“Look, I’m sorry.” She set the tray of food down on your bedside table. The smell made your stomach growl loudly. “I’m sorry I made you feel like I was ashamed of you because you were unlucky enough to look exactly like Dad.”
You turned and took the food, unable to stop yourself. “Whatever,” you mumbled between bites.
“Don’t whatever me. I’m trying to make amends.” She crossed her arms. “And I like your new hair by the way. I mean I was shocked at first, but you do look good.”
Raising an eyebrow, you eyed her as you took a bite of food. “You really think so?”
“Yeah.” She pursed her lips. “You should talk to Mom. She’s hurt, and she cleaning the kitchen to the point where nothing will be left if we don’t stop her.”
“Can I finish eating first?” You laughed, happier than you had been in a long time.
Artemis giggled, plopping down beside you and stealing some of your food. “You’re always thinking about food.”
“I’m always thinking about food? You just stole some.” You nudged Artemis, making her laugh. Suddenly, you felt she was your sister again and for the first time in a long time, you were comfortable in your own skin.
#artemis#artemis crock#artemis crock imagine#artemis imagine#male reader#dc comics imagines#dc reader insert#young justice#young justice imagines#jade nguyen#jade nguyen imagine#cheshire#cheshire imagine
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Inspired by a convo in the writing server and by Mamo's salty Jade, I wrote some fluffy-ish Yoru and Floyd mountain "date" nonsense. No warnings except bad grammar.
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“Hey Fugu-chan do you wanna come fight a monster with me?” Floyd had pulled himself through Yoru’s window as usual to interrupt her studies.
“Floyd, it’s 1pm, don’t you have class?”
“Ehhh I don’t wanna go, its the same boring stuff every day anyway” He perched in her windowsill urging her to follow him.
“Where’s this monster?” She grinned and put her books down, Floyd had a point. Fighting was always more fun than studying.
“In the mines where we went camping! I wanna see if I can find another one!” he insistently waved for her to hurry up.
“Still mad you didn’t get to go all out last time, huh?” She stretched out her shoulders and joined him at the window.
“Mhmmm~ Now that I have my magical pen back I want to play some more ehe!” She laughed and hopped out the window behind him.
*
They landed at the mouth of the caves, Yoru letting him down from her talons before touching down on the ground beside him. He sprinted into the tunnels with a grin on his face, shouting for any monsters to show up to play. Yoru flew behind him trying to stifle her laughter, he looked like a kid on a sugar high.
“Eeeeehhhh Fugu-chan this is taking foreverrrrrrr” He whined after half an hour in the caves with no appearance of any monsters. “Can’t you use your magic and find one?” he begged. She sighed and rolled her eyes.
“That's not how my magic works Floyd, I can only see through crows, not through rocks. I’m the only bird in these caves so unless there’s a hidden crows nest somewhere I can’t help”
“Huh? Then what good is your unique magic then?” he complained, crossing his arms
“Says the guy who can only deflect magic, wouldn’t stop me taking your head off-” They were interrupted by a low rumbling coming from the path behind them. They turned to the sound, another Overblot monster materializing from the darkness. Floyd cheered, happy that his foe had finally appeared.
“Awe maaaaaan, Floooooyd, you never said it was an overblot monster! I can’t fight this!” Yoru complained as the monster descended on them.
“Eeeh? Why not? This is fun!” Floyd danced out of the way of the monster, hitting it with some magic of his own to keep it away from them.
“I can’t do magic, remember? All I can do is see. My hands and feet won’t do shit to that thing” She pouted, sitting on the ground with a huff, resigned to watch Floyd fight it on his own. He was clearly enjoying himself, hitting it with spell after spell. Yoru watched on in envy, how amazing would it be to be able to do magic like that. She watched him dance around the monster, attacking with reckless abandon, his own unique magic deflecting the attacks thrown at him.
Yoru sighed resting with her head in her hands, eyes following the battle. Floyd really was incredible, so much so it pissed her off. He made it seem so effortless. Fire, grass, water, ice, wind, dark… every kind of magic she’d dreamed of having Floyd was throwing out without a care in the world, this level of effort was nothing to him, when she couldn't even change the colour of a single flower petal. After what seemed like hours the glass head on the monster cracked, it’s ink splashing to the ground. It roared and the walls around them shook.
“Hey Floyd, you should finish up, if this thing collapses the cave around us we’re screwed” she said flatly, watching small rocks fall from the ceiling.
“Okay Fugu-chaaaaan~ Let me show you my special move, just look at how amazing I am!” He unleashed his strongest attack yet, Yoru wasn’t able to conceal her admiration for him. Her jaw dropped.
“Holy shit… you’re actually incredible…” she muttered, more annoyed than ever at how talented he was. The monster crumbled before them, disappearing into ink and sinking back into the ground. Floyd cheered.
“Yaaaayyyy!! That was fun!” he looked exhausted. His hair was a mess and he drenched in sweat, but the grin he wore was one of the biggest Yoru had ever seen. It was quite cute. She nodded at him and held out her arm in case he needed to lean on her, she wasn’t sure how he was still standing after expending so much magic in such a short time. He stretched his arms behind his head, not needing her assistance.
“We should have a fire too! Come on Fugu-chan!” He grabbed her hand and ran from the cave, staggering when they got outside and saw that the sun had already begun to set. “Uwaaahhh I’m tired all of a sudden, carry me Fugu-chan” She laughed. It seemed Floyd wasn’t invincible after all.
She flew to the shore of the lake, setting him down near an old decaying log. Somewhere along their flight he’d fallen asleep. She set to work gathering firewood, setting the wood in a way that would be easy to ignite once he woke up. When that was ready she wandered over to the lake to grab some fish, no sense not eating while they were out. They didn’t have any spices, but grilled fish was simple enough and delicious on it’s own. She wasn’t as proficient as catching fish with her bare hands as Floyd, but it still didn’t take her long before she’d caught half a dozen and brought them back to their impromptu base camp. The sun had fully set by the time she’d gotten the fish onto their skewers and shook Floyd awake so he could start the fire.
“Hmmm? When did I fall asleep?” He whined, confused by his surroundings
“When we were flying over here, you went limp almost immediately after we took off, I almost dropped you” Yoru grinned at him “Now can you get the fire going, I’m starving.” He nodded, using his magic to light the fire as she arranged the fish around it to cook.
“Wait, lemme see your pen” She said suddenly, able to see the once white gem clouded over with black ink in the firelight. She grabbed at it but he snatched it out of reach and shoved it back into his pocket. “Floyd, let me see it” Yoru growled at him, he pouted and handed it to her, he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep it from her if she fought him for it.
“Floyd… that’s a lot of blot… you need to be more careful. If you overblotted I’d have you kill you, I wouldn't be able to stop you with magic”
“Haaaah like you could, you saw how strong I am! Ahaha! What do you know about overblotting anyway, you can barely do magic!” He argued, turning the fish to roast their other sides.
“Hmmm? Didn’t I tell you? I overblotted once as a kid. It sucked”
“As a kid? Did you have magic when you were younger? What happened to it ehe~” He raised an eyebrow at her, curious at how she had lost her magic. She snorted
“No. I got my unique magic really young but I didn’t know what it was so I used it all the time since I didn’t know any better. Dad found me screaming in bed, said I had all these shadowy birds walking over and pecking at me, he still talks about it like it’s the worst thing he’s ever seen.” She rolled her eyes, thinking about Crowley's overly theatrical reactions to the lamest things.
Floyd cringed away from her, throwing his hands up. “Eugh that sounds so gross!” He sat forward again with a smile “But it’s funny knowing even without a lot of magic you can overblot”
“Yea, really funny” She glared at him. “How are you not ranked higher at school though? You’re so amazing it pisses me off”. He smirked at her
“Doing everything I’m supposed to is boring so I just do whatever I want and fail sometimes cause I don’t feel like doing it” He grabbed one of the fish, happily biting into it.
“That must be nice. I wish I could say I’m not jealous of your talent” She bit into her own fish, chewing it more fiercely than was necessary.
“Hmmmm why are you jealous though? You’re really smart too, Fugu-chan” He smiled and chowed down, very much enjoying his meal. Yoru groaned, she wasn't used to compliments.
“...Thanks. ...By the way, didn’t Jade say he wanted to come out here with you next time? Isn’t he going to be mad we came without him?” Floyd's eyes grew wide before settling back to normal
“Eeeehhhh probably, but I wanted to find that monster and Jade wouldn't come with me so it’s his fault anyway” he shrugged, carefully selecting his last fish.
“Maybe he won’t be that mad, it’s not like we really did much mountaineering up here anyway” Yoru shrugged, finishing her meal and throwing sand on the fire. “We should get back though, unlike you, I do have some homework I need to hand in because I’m not allowed to fail”
*
They landed back in the mirror chamber full of fish and tired from adventure.
“Hey, next time you find a monster make sure it's one I can fight too. I can’t help but want to show off what I can do without magic”
“Kaaaaay~!” Floyd sang, hopping through the mirror that would take him back to Octavinelle.
*
“Ahh Floyd, you’re back late, did you enjoy your date? You missed dinner, Azul was worried sick about you” Jade smirked at him from across their bedroom. Floyd flopped into his bed, exhausted. Fugu-chan was right, he’d used too much magic today and was still tired despite his earlier nap.
“Aha! Azul wouldn’t worry about something thing like that, besides he would have been mad at me for going to fight a monster and getting my uniform all dirty”
“Oya? A monster? You never mentioned there was a monster on campus” Jade chuckled
“Ehhhh? It wasn’t on campus, me and Fugu-chan went back to Mount Dwarf to fight with the overblot monster in the caves! It was really fun!” Jade slowly turned to glare at Floyd.
“Floyd… you returned to the mountains once again without me” He exhaled dramatically. “You found yourself a girlfriend and completely forgot about little old me, all alone and mountainless” He let out an exaggerated sigh “I can’t believe my own twin would discard me so carelessly, how cruel” Floyd sat up in bed, a frown painted on his face.
“haaaaaaaaahhhh you said you didn’t want to come! You can’t complain about it now”
“Perhaps it is for the best, I wouldn’t want to be a third-wheel after all... I’ll just make you come with me next time I go...” he muttered to himself under his breath
“Ehhh what are you even talking about Jade?” Floyd laid back down and stretched out into his blankets.
“While crashing a date seems like it would be a lot of fun, I don’t believe Yoru-san is very fond of me, and she does have a habit of getting violent when she’s angry. I wouldn’t care to be on the receiving end of those talons.”
“It wasn’t even a date” he complained, rolling away to face the wall. He hadn’t told Jade about his failed confession at Vargas’s weekend camp so the insinuations he and Yoru were dating stung. “...and she’s not even my girlfriend” he muttered into his pillow.
“Fufufu not yet” Jade chuckled to himself as Floyd started snoring.
#twst oc#twisted wonderland oc#yoru crowley#floyd leech#jade leech#twst#twst fic#twisted wonderland#dumb and dumber
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Originally this was a rant post about Legacies but I decided to just make it a super long post about my problems with Legacies which includes the writers and their writing choices, the fandom, the plots, and the characters.
Fair Warning: There may be somethings in here that you disagree with and somethings that you don’t like. If you disagree or don’t like what I have to say that’s okay. It’s your opinion and I respect your opinion. Here’s what your not going to do, is reply with hate because you don’t agree with what I have to say. Like mentioned, it’s my opinions. Also, I am writing this from my perspective.
Like mentioned at the very beginning of this post, this is a super long post so if you want to read what I have to say then stay tuned, if not it’s okay just keep scrolling.
Now let’s get started!
I’m going to start with the writers, but before I start, I just want to say that I am super grateful for having his show and thankful that it got renewed for a 4th season because I wasn’t ready to say goodbye yet. I also love the entire cast so much with the exception of Matt Davis. I am thankful for the work that the directors, producers, writers, actors, actresses, etc. put into this show but there are somethings that the writers do that really piss me off. One of the things that the writers do that pisses me off is putting in unnecessary lines. This correlates with the fan service. There wasn’t much of this in season 1, but there is some in season 2 where I am like “Did that really have to be written in there?” and there is a recent line in 3x03 that is obviously written in there for a certain group of fans. In season 2, the line from 2x06 when Hope said “I had a crush on Josie for a week when we were 12” was unnecessary. Like I mentioned in the beginning of this post, I am writing this from my perspective so I’m not trying to be disrespectful or biased, I’m proving my point. This line was completely out of nowhere in my opinion. We know Hope has so many other secrets. You’re telling me that this was the 2nd to 3rd thing to come to mind? The line was obviously written into the script for the Hosie stans. In addition, the line from 2x16 about the “nonconsensual kiss” was unnecessary. They knew that the next episode was going to have the same concept as 2x16. 3x01 was technically 2x17 meaning the Handon “true love kiss” was right after 2x16. If they wanted the Handon “true love kiss” they should of never put the “nonconsensual kiss” line in there because the Hosie stans would be pissed. They only put it in there to please the Hosie stans and that’s it. Now I wrote a whole post about this line, so I’m not going to spend to much time on it but if you want to read it, it’s right here. In season 3, the line from 3x03 when Josie says “You gave up on Hope twice” was so unnecessary. (1) Landon never gave up on Hope and (2) he never gave up on their relationship. So why was this line in there? It doesn’t make sense. Here’s what I’m thinking, it was only written in there for the fans that hate Landon because they knew that they would eat that up. There is no other logical explanation. If you think that Landon walking away from situations is giving up on her then your weird because that's not giving up on someone. That’s Landon walking away from situations because he doesn't know how to react to them so he walks away to have time to himself and think about how to react which isn’t surprising knowing the way he grew up. Now moving onto the writers baiting the fans. There are so many things that Julie Plec and the writers, mainly Julie Plec, has said that never ended up happening. For example, Julie Plec saying that Maya and Ethan were Hope’s love interest. Maya shows zero interest in Hope romatically. Ethan showed interest but Hope showed him no time of day because all she wanted was Landon. She also said that Hope and the twins would be in a love triangle. This for sure never happened. I don’t understand why so many people think that the writers are going to change. I stopped putting my trust in the writers a long long time ago. I especially stop putting my trust in Julie Plec after everything she did on TVD and TO. They queerbait the Hosie stans just so that they keep tuning in. Once they saw people shipping Hosie, they started adding in Hope and Josie scenes that gave them a glimmer of hope that it would happen. Julie Plec says and I quote, “I give people a glimmer of hope and then I crush them.” I’m not understanding why people still believe a word that comes from out of her mouth. This relates with my next problem, the way the writers keep writing off love interest for Josie. I understand why Penelope was written off because Lulu had other priorities but Jade, really? They said that Jade would be around for a while and she literally was here for 1 episode. They didn’t even explore their relationship. I really liked Josie and Jade and I wanted to see more of them, but they just wrote Jade off. Don’t get me started on them writing Raf and so many other people of color off. I did make a post about how they did Raf wrong so if you want to read it, it’s here.
My next problem with the show is the plot and the monster of the week thing. Now don’t get me wrong, I do like the monster of the week to a certain extent. I think the monster of the week made so much sense in season 1, but made no sense in season 2 and here’s why. Firstly, there was monsters who came from Malivore who’s master was Malivore but then you had monsters who came from Malivore who had different masters such as the Sphrinx. The Sphrinx only showed up to tell the school about a prophecy. He did not want Landon at all. In fact, he told Raf to take Landon far away from the school. Then there was monsters who came from Malivore who’s master was the Necromancer such as the monster from 2x10 that feed on insecurities. That monster was at the school only for the dark magic that the Necromancer wanted. It just made no sense at all. In addition, the plot was all over the place. The first half of the season was good especially the built up of dark Josie, but after episode 4 it was a big question mark. For example, Landon knowing that he was seeing Hope every time he died, but wanted to have sex with Josie the next episode? The way it was written was like “huh?” The first half of the season was about everyone not remembering Hope. But what was the second half of the season about? Dark Josie? Dark Josie was literally there for like 1 or 2 episodes. The plot didn’t add up. Another example, the whole message in 2x16′s episode made zero sense. The message was about Josie “being strong and being able to pick your own story” but then they have Josie put her magic in a coin? I’m leaving it here because I can go on and on about the inconsistency in this show. I can’t really talk about season 3 yet because we are still on season 2 episodes. And that’s probably why people think its feels weird because it’s technically season 2 episodes and season 2′s plot just made absolutely no sense.
My next problem is that there are so many things brought up in the show that are never talked about ever again. For example, Landon drowning himself all summer long. He was killing himself all summer! He even said it started out with him killing himself just to kill himself until he realized that he was seeing Hope. The writers just glided of that like it was nothing. Did he ever tell anyone other than Raf and Josie? Did he even tell Hope? I have so many questions. Also what about Josie and Raf? They showed an interest in each other back in season 1 and they even shared a kiss. But this was never talked about again. It was like nothing happened. Anyway moving on.
The next problem is how none of the characters have an actual storyline. Hope’s storyline is revolved around saving everyone which I hate. I hate how she is always the one that people depend on to save the day. Landon’s storyline is supposedly Malivore? But the writers decided to take 3 steps back and make him human again. I made a post about how he may get his powers back so if you want you can look at that it’s right here. Mg has no storyline, Kaleb has no storyline, Jed has no storyline, and Josie has no storyline. The only person that has a storyline that shows growth is Lizzie. Now there is new characters such as Ethan and Cleo. I’m not understanding why they don’t focus on developing the characters storyline of the characters they already have but whatever. Like mentioned before, I’m not going to talk that much about season 3 because we are technically still on season 2 content but I do know that we will get some development in the characters so I will wait. That’s all I have to say about this.
Lastly, my next problem is the fandom. A fandom is apart of any show so that’s why I’m including this. I have a lot to say about this. TVDU fandom is just toxic. Point. Blank. and a Period. Some people in this fandom are just hypocrites. I don’t even know where to start. I’m going to start with how people make so many excuses for the ones that they love when they know they are in the wrong. Josie for example burned her ex’s hair, burned down Hope’s room because Hope didn’t have the same feelings for her, lied to Lizzie about who started the rumor about her, she killed Alyssa, burned down a part of the Salvatore school, broke Ethan’s arm and forced Lizzie into the merge. Now I am not coming at Josie by all means, I’m proving my point. Even though Josie did all this, you still have people who make excuses for why she did it. Just because you love a character, doesn’t mean you can’t call them out when they are wrong. This goes into Hope because people put Hope on this high pedestal as if she is never wrong, but she is. She isn’t always right. I’m not going to talk about the whole argument thing from last week between Handon because I made a post about that already so if you want you can go read it, it’s here. I think it’s in the post about 3x02, but anyways she isn’t always right. As much as I love Hope, I call her out on her bs and that goes with every other character. The fandom also uses the words such as “toxic” or “abusive” because they hate a character. For example, Landon gets the most hate out of every character for no reason. I was on twitter and I saw a tweet from someone saying “Landon is emotionally abusive because he brought up Klaus.” and “Handon is an abusive relationship” And I am like “WHAT?” are you being serious right now? (1) abuse is a serious thing and it shouldn’t be used lightly so the fact that people are using it lightly because they hate a character so much is disgusting. People go deal with abuse on a daily basis and your using the word like it’s not a serious situation. The lengths that people would go in this fandom because they aren’t getting something they want is insane. The death threats that people send to the writers, people from other ships, and the actors and actresses is rude and disgusting. Now I am about to be blatantly honest right now and if you don’t like it then oh well🤷♀️. There is a specific group of people in the fandom that spreads hate. I’m not going to name names because there is no need point fingers and start stuff for no reason. I’m not saying everyone from this particular group does it, there are some that are cool, but a majority of them are the ones that spread the hate. I’m not saying other people from other groups in the fandom don’t do this, but I haven’t seen that many do it. Now don’t get me wrong, I understand why this specific group is upset about the choices that the writers make but they’re still a person who has feelings. There used to be ships that I loved but now I don’t like because of the way the fans within that ship acts. For example, I used to like Hosie. I use to say if Landon wasn’t there, I would love to see Hosie, but then I saw the way the people who shipped them acted and that made me stop shipping Hosie. And I also just grew closer to Handon more but there is no need to spread hate on other people’s ships because you are mad that something isn’t happening the way you want it too. No one should be sending hate to actors and actresses because you hate their character or because you hate the what the character did in the show. The character isn’t the actor. Separate the two. The actor is portraying the character. I know that nothing is going to change within the fandom but it’s irritating. Spreading hate isn’t going to get you want you want. Attacking writers, other people in the fandom, or the actors is not going to get you want you want. This goes for everybody in the fandom, not just the one specific group. You can’t demand what you want and think its going to happen because you demanded it. So I am just going to end this here. I am not trying to bash anybody, I am just calling out what I see.
Anyways, I’m sorry for this long post. I am not trying to be rude at all, I’m just being honest. I don’t want to argue. I just wanted to talk about problems within Legacies, the writers, and the fandom. I felt like talking about how I felt about certain situations and how I view certain situations. If you didn’t like anything I said then that’s your own opinion and I respect your opinion. If you have anything else would like to say about the show, send a reply. But aside from that I hope you have a good day! ❤
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Huaisang’s Hit List
or, how I learned to stop worrying and love my cursed dick
Technically Huaisang never slept with Wen Chao, just...spent a few minutes extricating himself from what turned out to be that awful murder-tortoise cave adventure. And anyway, it doesn’t matter because Wen Chao wasn’t on The List. The List was the problem. Is the problem.
Remember that Top Cultivator’s list? You know the one, the one where the Twin Jades were the two most eligible cultivators and Wei Wuxian was ranked higher than Jiang Cheng?
Yeah, that was Huaisang’s fault. But no one regrets it more than he does.
Except maybe all the dead people.
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Notes:
Sort of explicit, and there’s definitely some terribly silly cursed sex acts.
If you want to read it on AO3 instead, you can do that too!
Many thanks to @coslyons and AO3′s mongrelmind and effienell who probably will regret being tagged. Read their fantastic work instead of this absolute travesty.
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In hindsight, Huaisang should have realized way before the Wei Wuxian Incident that he was cursed. But to be fair, people die all the time.
He should know. He has personally killed eight people with his cursed dick.
“So,” Jiang Cheng says, hands tucked under his head, staring up at the sky, “You’re telling me that everyone you have sex with dies. And therefore, you must be killing them?”
“More or less, yes.”
“Isn’t that a little…” Jiang Cheng pauses and kicks the water his feet are dangling in, apparently trying for once in his life to be tactful, which makes Huaisang even more miserable. If Jiang Cheng is being tactful, it must be the end of the world. “Conceited?”
Huaisang pulls another leaf off the branch he is mutilating. He really doesn’t think he’s ever been conceited. Conceited would imply a lack of justification, and he is quite sure he’s right about this.
“A-Cheng, I have evidence. Hard evidence.”
Jiang Cheng chokes a little, and Huaisang glares at him. “Could you not? This is serious. I am never going to have sex again.”
Jiang Cheng chokes again, this time gasping with pained laughter, and Huaisang throws the branch at him. “Fuck you a-Cheng.”
“Thank all the gods you never have!” Jiang Cheng is howling now, curled in a ball and wheezing, and Huaisang has never been so insulted in his life.
Huaisang gathers what remains of his dignity and stands. He doesn’t care how beautiful Lotus Pier is in summer, or how many different shades of pink the flowers blanketing the lakes are, or how wickedly indulgent the sun feels through only two layers of robes, he is going to walk back down this dock and leave.
“Oh sit down, you big baby.” Jiang Cheng grabs the hem of Huaisang’s green robe. “I know you’re just dying to tell me about your ‘hard evidence’ and as much as I would rather rather erase all knowledge of your sex life from…”
Jiang Cheng's utter inability to disguise any thought he has is a gift, Huaisang thinks. Not only does it mean that in almost twenty years, Huaisang has never lost a game of weiqi, it also means he knows the moment it occurs to Jiang Cheng exactly what he means. Or rather...who.
“You. Did not. Fuck. My brother.”
Huaisang glares at a pair of ducks flying noisily overhead—those bastards were probably using their wings to escape awkward conversations—and silently bemoans his sudden and inexplicable flirtation with honesty. Why precisely had he wanted to share the details of his humiliating curse with Jiang Cheng? He frowns down at Sandu Shengshou’s tight, angry slash of a mouth, crackling dark eyes, cheekbones that could slice open his fingers if he ran them over the ridges…
Oh yes. That was why.
“Well, not first,” Huaisang says, deciding that if he’s in for a piglet, he’s in for a hog. “What happened first was Wen Xu.”
Jiang Cheng rolls into the lake. Huaisang is speechless. As rude escapes from his presence go, it is unprecedented. Wen Xu only snuck out of the window.
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Huaisang wasn’t biting his lip because he was nervous. That would be preposterous. He wasn’t a virgin after all. But he had also never picked anyone up in a tavern...well, certainly not a tavern in Hejian...okay, definitely not anyone at a tavern in Hejian as spectacularly handsome as the man whose name he couldn’t recall and really didn’t care about currently stripping in front of…
He lost his train of thought when—what was his name...Yang...Tian...something about the sun—threw his undershirt on the ground and looked expectantly at Huaisang, flexing the outrageous muscles on his chest just enough to make Huaisang’s blood boil. Yes, oh yes, he was definitely going to bite Sun Man right over the top of his left nipple immediately. And then he was going to make Sun Man beg for mercy. He stepped forward, his mouth stretching wide in a practiced seductive smile, and everything went wrong.
Sun Man stepped forward too, eyes closing, an arrogant tilt to his mouth. Huaisang tried to avoid the kiss—who kissed a stranger in an inn?—but he avoided to the left, and Sun Man lurched to the left. Like a slow motion fall off a cliff, they crashed into each other, arms and legs flailing everywhere. Sun Man’s head smacked into Huaisang’s chin, and worse, Huaisang’s knee collided with the soft—well, not that soft, some distant, smug corner of his brain noted—flesh between the man’s legs. He grunted in pain, grabbed Huaisang, and they fell on the floor in a fairly uncomfortable heap.
Fuck. Well, there goes that, Huaisang thought. Another thrilling night listening to da-ge rant about the damn Wen dogs loomed in his future.
“No, no, I’m fine,” Sun Man said immediately, sprawled on top of Huaisang, and Huaisang realized he meant it, judging by the considerably less soft space between his legs that was currently pressed against Huaisang’s hip.
He cheered immediately. Sun Man liked being hurt. It wasn’t a great start, but he could work with that.
Yes, he thought, as he slapped Sun Man hard on his spectacular ass and Sun Man let out a hearty moan, he could work with this.
Later, history books would describe da-ge as glorious in battle, cutting through the Wen army to the Wen heir, knocking the arrogant smile off his face and the man off his horse, laughing when he begged for mercy and dismembering his body as a lesson to the others, all to the triumphant cheers of the combined army.
What the history books did not mention was da-ge dramatically throwing the head on the ground at Huaisang’s feet in the music room.
“I will take his head to Xichen,” da-ge announced proudly, and Huaisang winced. How could anyone be so bad at romantic gifts?
He looked down despite himself—it had been almost a week since da-ge had thrown a Wen body part on the floor—and gasped.
Huaisang tried to look away from Sun Man in time but in the grand tradition of brothers everywhere, da-ge was unfailingly observant at the worst possible times.
“Huaisang, what did you do?”
Nothing, Huaisang thought, snapping his fan open and trying to blink the hysterical laughter away. Just spanked the daylights out of Wen Xu the night before he died. Just made him cry and climax and collapse in snoring exhaustion before Huaisang had a chance to finish any kind of reciprocal satisfaction, the bastard. And then just watched him climb out of the window before dawn. He sighs. What a wasted night.
“Nothing, da-ge. It’s just...he’s leaking on the floor.”
Da-ge grunted and rolled the head out of the room with his foot.
“I was expecting it to last longer, honestly,” da-ge said, and Huaisang thought, me too. “He seemed spent before we even started.”
Huaisang covered his giggle with a sympathetic cough. “How disappointing for you, da-ge.”
“The thing is,” da-ge continued, eyes sharpening in a very worrisome way. “I noticed a distinctive shade of lip color on his neck, right before I separated it from his body. Almost...like...the mauve you’re wearing right now.”
“This is raisin,” Huaisang snapped before he could help himself and then cringed. He was in so much trouble.
But instead, da-ge sank into a chair laughing. “You could have just drugged him, Huaisang. You didn’t have to fuck him. Next time, tell me before you decide to single handedly give our enemy the serpent’s kiss?”
Huaisang decided to take credit for the tactical fucking, but did not want to be assigned any future war jobs, hand, blow, or otherwise.
“I am not having sex with any more Wens,” he said virtuously, sitting in a chair across from his brother. He did not appreciate the roar of laughter.
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“Oh gods, how many more Wens did you have sex with?” Jiang Cheng demands, wringing out his dripping hair next to the hearth fire in the kitchen. “The whole army? Wen Ruohan? Truly, you are the unsung hero of the Sunshot campaign. We should have made you chief cultivator.”
“First of all, I would be a phenomenal chief cultivator, thank you.” Huaisang throws a towel at Jiang Cheng, whacking him on the side of the head, but Jiang Cheng just grins charmingly, the wretch. “Second of all, none of course.”
Technically he never slept with Wen Chao, just...spent a few minutes extricating himself from what turned out to be that awful murder-tortoise cave adventure. And anyway, it doesn’t matter because Wen Chao wasn’t on The List. The List was the problem. Is the problem.
Jiang Cheng twists his hair into a knot on the top of his head and starts stripping off his wet clothes.
“Okay, so then you slept with my brother?”
Huaisang slumps in a chair and stares at the carved ceiling, not looking, not looking, not looking. Pretty, he thinks, focusing very diligently on the wood. It looks like a giant lotus flower.
“No, only the number sixes at first,” Huaisang mumbles, wondering if the splotchy paint marks on the carving are actually tiny lotus flowers. If so, he really has to admire how committed the Yunmeng Jiang are to the aesthetic.
Suddenly Jiang Cheng’s face is next to his face, his hands on the arm of the chair, and he looks angry again. Wet and angry. Like a scandalously unrobed cat that just crawled out of a well—Huaisang fumbles the metaphor, too distracted by Jiang Cheng’s chest.
“Are you talking about that plague of a ‘most eligible cultivators’ list? If I ever find out who ruined my life with that list, I am going to tie them to something very hard and beat them within an inch of their life,” he growls, and Huaisang is afraid he might be a little turned on by that. He tries something. A sort of experiment.
“I made the list.”
Jiang Cheng turns white, the blood draining instantly from his face. His eyes widen, his nostrils flare, and Huaisang decides that yes, indeed, he is terrified and aroused. He really does learn something new about himself every day.
“You asshole,” Jiang Cheng hisses. “Why?”
“I don’t remember,” he lies. “Maybe I was bored. Maybe it was a list of people I wanted to be friends with.” It was certainly not a list of people he and Meng Yao had wanted to see naked. Not at all.
Jiang Cheng doesn’t move. If anything, his nose gets a little closer to Huaisang’s nose. Tantalizingly within biting distance.
“It was a sex list, wasn’t it,” he accuses, entirely unfairly in Huaisang’s opinion. But then he frowns. “Your brother was on that list. That’s...a bit much, even for you.”
Huaisang sticks out his tongue, almost licking Jiang Cheng. Wisely, Jiang Cheng jumps back, protecting his precious nose with his hand.
“Okay, that was Zewu-Jun’s fault! He found out that da-ge wasn’t on the list and he looked so sad. You know how he is! ‘But Mingjue-xiong is so handsome and kind. Why wouldn’t he be considered the most eligible cultivator? You know I have no interest in such worldly things, but oh, woe, life has been too cruel to my dear, dear friend Mingjue-xiong.’” Huaisang knows he does a killer Lan-zongzhu impression, and Jiang Cheng’s mouth twitches at the corners.
“Fine. You didn’t fuck your brother. Good for you. Go ahead, tell me who you did kill. Since I apparently can’t stop you.”
“I didn’t know I was doing it, a-Cheng. I wouldn’t kill people on purpose.”
Jiang Cheng doesn’t hesitate to reassure him.
“Of course you would.”
Huaisang is friends with Jiang Cheng for this exact reason: because he is the kind of friend who would steal chickens and bury bodies with you and not judge or ask questions.
Jiang Cheng freezes, closes his eyes, and asks a very judgmental question. “Don’t tell me you were responsible for Jin Zixuan too?”
Huaisang winces. “Not...only.”
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“So you’re second cousins,” Huaisang asked, drinking another cup of the finest wine he can afford, and staring at Jin Zixuan’s increasingly handsome face, already a work of art.
Naturally, it was the other one who answered, because nothing was easy today except for Huaisang.
“No, his mother’s sister’s husband’s sister is my mother. They were married in the same ancestral hall as my mother’s brother’s wife’s brother, though, and....”
Huaisang didn’t give two fucks about Jin Zixun droning on about his relations, but he liked the flush on Jin Zixuan’s cheeks when he caught Huaisang staring at him. He’d had two bottles of wine, and he seemed to be one of those drunks who got quieter and quieter until he fell over. Huaisang wanted to catch him.
He had found Jin Zixuan in Yudao Tang, looking at the map of the Sunshot Campaign without da-ge, and although he was fairly sure it was innocent, he was also fairly sure da-ge would absolutely qi deviate if anyone touched his little metal horses and toy soldiers. He was just going to shoo him away, but Jin Zixuan, the third most eligible cultivator, had given him A Curious Look, and Huaisang had shifted tactics with a military precision he thinks would even have impressed his da-ge.
“You’ve been working so hard, Jin-gongzi,” Huaisang said, testing out Jin Zixuan’s bicep with a soft and gentle squeeze that lingered long enough to promise something hard and rough. “Let’s go share a bottle or two to loosen up for the night.”
He hadn’t even realized the other one was there.
“You’re too generous Nie Huaisang! We accept your offer,” crowed the unwanted Jin, whose name Huaisang was unwillingly informed was Zixun.
So now Huaisang was sitting in an inn in Hejian trying to get Jin Zixun pass-out drunk faster than Jin Zixuan. It wasn’t working. The man had a hollow leg. Possibly two hollow legs. Definitely a hollow brain. But then he felt a hand on his knee, and Jin Zixuan was looking at him from under eyelashes as long and thick as butterfly wings.
“Would you like to leave?” he asked quietly, and Huaisang could not have been more relieved than if he had been plucked from the coils of a liangren she.
“Yes please,” he whispered under Jin Zixun’s droning. “You go first. I’ll follow.”
Jin Zixuan stood gracefully, only swayed a little, and was up the stairs before Jin Zixun had completely explained the intimate details of his mother’s sister’s son’s wedding tea service. Huaisang endured the description of osmanthus cakes for two whole minutes before he laughed loudly, interrupting Boring Cousin.
“Stop! I need to relieve myself and I can’t bear to miss one single detail! Wait right here and I’ll be back.”
Jin Zixun looked disappointed to be robbed of an audience even for a heartbeat, but he stayed, and Huaisang fled.
He found Jin Zixuan waiting in the doorway of his room, and he didn’t waste another second. Pushing Jin Zixuan onto the bed, Huaisang practically launched himself at the man, kissing him viciously, thrilled when Jin Zixuan groaned and locked his hand around the back of Huaisang’s head. He looked rumpled and flushed, and he tasted like heat and honey. Absolutely delicious. Huaisang didn’t understand why Wei Wuxian didn’t like Jin Zixuan. Probably because he’d never bitten the skin at the base of his throat or heard how sweetly he moaned when Huaisang got his pants down and started to stroke him, sliding his hand expertly along the smooth curve.
“There you go sweetheart,” Huaisang encouraged, when Jin Zixuan reached between Huaisang’s legs and finally wrapped those long, thin, elegant fingers around his shaft. He was exactly what Huaisang had hoped: beautiful, strong, and eager, if a little unskilled.
And then Huaisang heard the worst sound he had ever heard in his life.
“Fuck, this is hot,” Jin Zizun slurred from the door. “I want to join.”
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“And then he did, a-Cheng,” Huaisang whines, taking a bite out of the dumpling Jiang Cheng hands him. “It was the worst.”
Jiang Cheng looks unsympathetic. “Oh, I’m sorry, are you done detailing how you fucked my brother-in-law and his abhorrent cousin to death? I tuned out somewhere around the extremely comprehensive description of my sister’s father’s daughter’s husband’s dick, which I could have lived my whole life without hearing.”
“You asked,” Huaisang points out.
“‘Yes’ or ‘no’ would have been sufficient,” Jiang Cheng retorts.
Huaisang hadn’t considered that.
“Oh. Um, yes. I was responsible for Jin Zixuan. And Jin Zixun, although I didn’t mean to be. And...um...Ouyang Xi and Yao Shui. They were both number sixes. Ouyang Xi was the only girl I ever put on the list. Remember her? She was amazing.”
Jiang Cheng sits back, thinking. “Wasn’t she taller than Hanguang-Jun?” When Huaisang nods, Jiang Cheng whistles appreciatively. “Oh yeah, I remember her. She was something. I can’t even be mad about that one.”
He seems to realize how that sounded and shakes his head. “You’re ridiculous. You aren’t killing people. They died in the war. They died because they were assholes. They died because people die. That’s not proof.”
Huaisang does not want to tell him about Wei Wuxian, but Wei Wuxian is proof.
“It was twice with Wei Wuxian. And he died twice. Once his heart. Once his life. That’s when I realized, and that’s when I stopped having sex.”
Jiang Cheng’s mouth drops open a little and he stares at Huaisang, obviously dumbfounded, probably horrified. Finally, Huaisang thinks, Jiang Cheng doesn’t have anything sarcastic to say.
“I am so mad at you right now,” he finally replies, and Huaisang shrinks. “Once you realized, why the fuck didn’t you sleep with Hanguang-Jun? You could have made my life so much easier. Gods, Huaisang, you are never thinking about me.”
Huaisang’s mind spins futilely, a dog chasing its tail, but he finally processes Jiang Cheng’s sparkling eyes, the slightly raised left eyebrow, and the extremely provoking way he is biting his lip as “teasing.” Huaisang expects his eyes to stop there, but the traitors keep going, looking at Jiang Cheng’s muscular chest, disappointingly garbed in dry clothes, his long legs stretched out in front of him…no! Focus on being truthful! His mind—okay possibly not his mind—objects to both truthfulness and not ogling Jiang Cheng but he perseveres.
“You...you aren’t angry? About Wei Wuxian?”
Jiang Cheng shrugs. “He’s alive now. What can I change about the past? And I’m not sure I want to hear any,” he pokes Huaisang in the chest, “ANY details about whatever you two did.”
Huaisang thinks about Wei Wuxian at sixteen, full of sunshine and curiosity, kneeling in front of him in the woods behind Cloud Recesses, and he thinks of Wei Wuxian during Sunshot, his jagged edges so beautiful and sharp, begging Huaisang to tighten the rope a little more, hurt him a little more, distract him a little more.
“Nope, nope, see, that face is exactly what I don’t want to hear,” Jiang Cheng interrupts. “Not a word, Huaisang. Not a word.”
He leans forward and pours more wine into Huaisang’s cup. “Look, just stop making the list and you’ll be fine. You can go back to doing whatever, whoever, you want.”
“I did! I haven’t been in charge of the list for years! For a while, no one was updating it, and then I handed it over to Jingyi, oh, about a year before Wei Wuxian came back, but...it still works.”
Jiang Cheng’s eyes roll back so hard, so long, Huaisang hopes they get stuck. “I assume you know because you tested it personally. I compliment the rigorous dedication to checking your theory, Huaisang.”
Huaisang sniffs. That poor Zhao girl (an exceptional number seven—Huaisang couldn’t argue with Jingyi’s taste, at least) had died horribly, he thinks, falling from her sword after a tragic mid-air goose collision.
“Well, I had to check, because…” If he is ever going to face a consequence, Huaisang thinks, today is the day. “For once, I wanted to use it.”
And then he waits for the dao to fall.
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Huaisang had planned of course, planned for years. Found evidence. Found witnesses. Found proof. But nothing was as good as a sure thing. So he would do this distasteful thing to ensure that no matter what happened, no matter how it happened, his plan would succeed.
Winning was so close he could taste it, like salty tears, like bitter fruit. It was a taste he remembered well.
“San-ge,” he sobbed, drinking his wine and immediately burning off the alcohol, “I just don’t know what to do. I’m going to die alone.”
Jin Guangyao, who Huaisang never thought of san-ge in his mind anymore, looked a little annoyed, but Huaisang poured him another cup of Emperor’s Smile, and his brother’s murderer relaxed.
“A-Sang,” he said in a patronizing tone, as though he was so much older and more mature than Huaisang. “We can visit another matchmaker and try again.”
“Noooooo,” Huaisang wailed. “I just can’t. It won’t help. You must have advice. What can I do to make a woman love me?”
There it was. The flinch. Huaisang loved the flinch. The flinch was winning. He gleefully drove the sword in deeper.
“Oh no, I’m a fool,” he moaned, with a dramatic sniffle, drying his tears and touching the back of Jin Guangyao’s hand, the lightest feather, only the tip of his finger grazing one knuckle. “I’m being selfish. This is such terrible timing, with everything that’s happened. I’m just so lonely. I miss…”
Huaisang sighed and turned away morosely, watching Jin Guangyao out of the corner of his eye. He really wasn’t as good at hiding his reactions as he thought he was. For instance, he bit the inside of his lip the way he always did when he was thinking of the past. And his eyes shifted to the right the way they always did when he was about to lie, so Huaisang beat him to the punch, pouring more wine. Four bottles down.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sure you never think about...well...you know.” He let his eyelashes flutter. Jin Guangyao looked a little alarmed, so Huaisang ratcheted the flutter back to a flicker. “But it was the best time of my life,” Huaisang said with a wistful jab, adding a twist of longing, and the thrust hit home.
“Huaisang,” Jin Guangyao said, sounding a little like he was drunk and a lot like he was weakening. “That was a long time ago.”
Huaisang was aware. He was aware that Meng Yao was never on The List, so sleeping with him never counted. He was aware that it was, perhaps, a bit callous to put a man whose wife died two days ago on a list of most eligible bachelors but he is Jin-zongzhu and chief cultivator. It would honestly be a crime not to include him.
“Maybe...maybe tonight I could help you and you could help me? Think of it as therapeutic catharsis, a-Yao.” Huaisang suggested, this time touching Jin Guangyao’s knee, and, when he got no objection, sliding his hand up further.
This is no worse than Su She, he reminded himself. Actually, a lot less worse, he decided, remembering the flash of raw meat that was Su She’s chest with a repressed shudder. He definitely can’t think about that, or he won’t even be able to coax The Cursed One into working order.
“Sang-er,” Jin Guangyao whispered, and Huaisang knew he’d won.
In more ways than one.
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Huaisang can’t tell what the look on Jiang Cheng’s face means.
“Ha!” Jiang Cheng shouts, and then tips sideways onto the couch laughing.
No, laughing is a polite word for polite people. Jiang Cheng is braying, quite a bit like Wei Wuxian’s donkey. It is frankly, very unbecoming behavior for a sect leader.
“You sound like Lil’ Apple,” Huaisang says crossly, and Jiang Cheng laughs harder, falling on the ground at Huaisang’s feet.
“You named your dick ‘The Cursed One’? No wonder it hates you. I’d hate you too. Here’s a suggestion. Try naming it something nice!”
“Oh, like ‘Princess?’”
Jiang Cheng shuts up.
But not for long. Never for long. The only person who shuts up less than Huaisang is Jiang Cheng. Huaisang considers himself a model of restraint compared to Jiang Cheng.
“What if you just kiss someone? Does that kill them?”
Huaisang eyes Jiang Cheng suspiciously, but he is sitting up, not laughing, and looks genuinely curious.
“My lips aren’t cursed.”
Jiang Cheng nods slowly. “That makes sense.”
“It does?”
“Not really, but I’m trying to be supportive of your bout with insanity. What happens if you have sex with people who aren’t on the list?”
“Nothing. But I never know who is on the list anymore. Jingyi and Sizhui are very protective of it. I don’t think they trust me not to tell anyone they write it.”
Jiang Cheng gives him a disbelieving look. “I can’t imagine why.”
Huaisang can’t either. It is a very unfilial lack of faith in his well-proven ability to keep secrets.
“Well, I guess if it’s the only way you’ll ever have sex again, I’m willing to sacrifice myself,” Jiang Cheng announces, holding out his arms and wiggling his hips suggestively. “Come and get it, Huaisang. I’m sorry, but this is your best, no, your only option.”
Huaisang kicks Jiang Cheng’s foot viciously. “You are so mean, a-Cheng, and it doesn’t help, because you’re still on the list, okay? Stupid Jingyi and his stupid crush. You’re number three now.”
Jiang Cheng grins so broadly, Huaisang hates him. Hates him a lot. Stupid, vain, irritating Jiang Cheng. He can’t remember why they’re friends. He can’t remember why he likes him.
“That’s so sweet! I knew I liked that kid for a reason. I should invite him over for tea sometime.”
Huaisang pops to his feet. “You go right ahead. I’m leaving.”
As fast as a striking snake, Jiang Cheng sits up and grabs Huaisang around the waist, pulling him down, startling a squeak out of Huaisang as he lands on Jiang Cheng’s lap.
“You idiot,” Jiang Cheng tells Huaisang fondly, tucking his hair behind his ear. “Have you ever tried having sex with anyone on the list who isn’t a fragile flower? Or who thought you were worth risking a little death for? Maybe you aren’t cursed. Maybe you just have terrible taste.”
He kisses Huaisang, so gently and tenderly, eyes closed, nose rubbing Huaisang’s cheek, and it is nothing like Huaisang expected, but it does feel a little like something breaks. Maybe it’s the curse. Maybe it’s the brittle ice around his heart that formed when da-ge died. Whatever it is, he can’t be bothered to think about it. He kisses Jiang Cheng back with everything he’s wanted to say since the day they met.
“Wait!”
Jiang Cheng wrenches away and glares at Huaisang. “Number three? Three? I can understand two, because ugh, Xichen, but who else could possibly be more eligible than me?”
“Cheng-gege, I’m probably just remembering wrong. You know how I am with details. I’m sure you’re second,” Huaisang soothes, wanting to return to the kissing part without having to tell Jiang Cheng that er-ge had put his foot down a long time ago about being on the list. It is actually his nephew who is number two and Ouyang Zizhen who is number one. He doesn’t think Jiang Cheng will see the humor in it.
“That’s true, you do have an atrocious memory,” Jiang Cheng grumbles. “For instance, you seem to have forgotten that you spent the entire afternoon detailing your exploits with half the cultivation world.”
Huaisang’s thought process is somewhat compromised, and he can’t make himself connect Jiang Cheng’s words with the feel of his hands, those wide, strong hands cupping Huaisang’s ass.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbles, tipping his head back and letting Jiang Cheng nibble a path down his neck. “They were all terrible. I do not recommend any of them, especially not the dead ones.”
Jiang Cheng laughs, a rumbling sound that makes Huaisang’s fingers fumble at the lotus clasp on his belt.
“I didn’t hate it, but we’re going to start a new list, Sang-er, called ‘Huaisang’s Best Sex,’ and I am going to be the ony person on it,” Jiang Cheng informs Huaisang, biting his earlobe.
“It’s not…” Huaisang kisses Jiang Cheng’s exquisite collarbone, having cleverly freed him from his robes, “...a list if…” Huaisang wraps his arms around Jiang Cheng’s neck and rocks against him, “...there’s only one person on it.”
With a growl that might be hiding a laugh, Jiang Cheng flips Huaisang onto his back and grinds against him. “Stop arguing, Sang-er. I am busy writing my name on your new list, and I expect it to take the rest of the night.”
Now that he thinks about it, Huaisang decides, lifting his hips so Jiang Cheng can pull off his pants, it’s really a brilliant idea. The best idea Jiang Cheng has ever had. Jiang Cheng’s mouth engulfs Huaisang’s very much forgiven dick, and with a gasp and a moan, he vows to henceforth let Jiang Cheng have all the ideas.
⟹ ⟸
Huaisang stretches like a cat in the morning, as pleased with himself as the sun is to rise, and stares down at Jiang Cheng’s unfairly beautiful face. Last night, Jiang Cheng had seemed very determined to break the curse, or break Huaisang’s back, and Huaisang isn’t surprised that he’s still asleep. With one finger, Huaisang traces the line of Jiang Cheng’s jaw and leans down to kiss his cool, smooth lips.
Cool lips.
No.
No!
Huaisang flails out of the bed, scrambling backward, falling, shaking his head as though not looking directly at Jiang Cheng will change what he felt.
He knew he should have listened to his gut and not his traitorous, evil dick.
“No no no no no no,” he chants softly, like it will make Jiang Cheng any less dead if he says it enough times.
And then a ton of rocks falls on his head. He is in the Jiang zongzhu’s bedroom with a dead Jiang-zongzhu. The self-preservation instinct that has kept him alive this long kicks him in the ass. He hurries to Jiang Cheng’s side of the bed and rolls him over, tucking the blanket around him like a mushu pancake. First, roll up the body, he mutters to himself. Then, dump him in the lake. Then, run away. This would be easier if he had someone to help. Like Jiang Cheng.
He stops and frowns. Is that…
The rolled up blanket shakes and Huaisang leaps back, clearing the entirety of the lotus-shaped rug—gods, they are devoted to that theme—and landing on a chair as far away from the undead Jiang Cheng as possible.
The wildly panicking rabbit in his head only slows its escape as he recognizes the sound from the bed.
Laughter.
Fucking laughter.
Fucking Jiang Cheng rolls himself out of the blanket. Not dead.
Not yet, at least. Huaisang is formulating some very definite ideas on how to change Jiang Cheng’s living status right now.
“Your face! You should see your face. I swear, I will cultivate immortality just so I can remember this moment for a thousand years. I never thought there would be a reason to use my qi to slow my heart rate like that but I was so wrong. You were going to dump me in the lake!”
“What is wrong with you!” Huaisang shouts. “I thought I’d killed you!” He stalks over to Jiang Cheng, intending to make his assumption reality, but Jiang Cheng wraps his legs tightly around Huaisang’s waist and kisses him soundly.
“I don’t die easily, Nie Huaisang. Not for you, not for anyone. Besides, I’ve waited too long for you to figure out you’re in love with me. Now, come back to bed, and I’ll let you try to kill me again, as many times as you want. If you’re very good, maybe Princess will return the favor and try to kill you too.”
Dammit, Huaisang should have known he’d like the name. He’s going to be stuck calling Jiang Cheng’s dick Princess forever.
He grins and shoves Jiang Cheng backward, straddling his waist, and the aforementioned Princess twitches enthusiastically. Forever is a nice amount of time, Huaisang decides, and Princess is a small price to pay for forever.
#the untamed#cql#mdzs#mo dao zu shi#jiang cheng#nie huaisang#sangcheng#nie mingjue#jin guangyao#the untamed fic#I don't even want to tag the other people#wen xu#jin zixun#jin zixuan#there was a cursed idea#and then a cursed fic came out of it#it is quite silly but#not gonna lie I do sort of love the way it came out#kristina writes tiny stories
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