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School

Billy hasn’t gone to school in years. naturally, he’s curious about others experiences with it.

Marvel: “You’ve gone to school?”

Flash: “Yes? You sound surprised about that?”

Marvel: “What’s it like at school?”

Flash: “It’s boring. Really boring.”

Marvel: *sounds disappointed* “Oh.”

GL: “Cap, have you never gone to school before?”

Marvel: “Nope!”

Flash: “Not even in Ancient Greece? You were born around that time, right?”

Marvel: “What? No??”

GL and Flash: *share a look*

GL: “Cap, how old are you?”

Marvel: “Chronologically?”

Flash: “Yes?”

Marvel: “It’s between 92 and a hundred thousand.”

GL: “That uh… doesn’t really give us much to work with, man.”

Marvel: “Let’s just go with 92.”

Flash: “So you’re saying that during your 92 years of living, possibly more, you’ve never even stepped foot into a school?”

Marvel: “Well, I went all the way up until I was eight.”

GL: “That doesn’t really make it better.”

Flash: “Maybe we can work something out with Black Canary?”

Marvel: “What?”

Flash: “Well, she manages the kids on the team. She tells them to go to school and stuff so who’s to say she couldn’t find a way to make you go to school too? She’s resourceful like that.”

That’s how Billy ended up going to school as Marvel while shapeshifted into Billy.

Flash and GL: *dropping Billy off at a school in their civies*

GL: “You’re such a cute kid, man!” *pinches his cheek*

Marvel: “Dude, stop!” *slaps his hand away*

GL: “Alright alright, fine.”

Flash: “Have a good day at school!”

Later…

Flash, GL, Marvel: *all walking to a zeta tube while munching on hotdogs*

Flash: “So, Cap- er Mark, how was school?”

Marvel: *takes a bite so he can chew in silence for a bit* “I got expelled.”

Flash and GL: “WHAT?!”

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the world's most decent little princess

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Cousins, Clones and Conning the Family

Family Reunion AU, where cousins Maddie and Clark try to smuggle their clone children into the family reunion that happens every 5 years and pretend they've been there the whole time.

Spoiler alert, one of them does significantly better than the other. Mainly Kid POV, and also on AO3! Multichapter. ===

The problem with big family reunions, Danny thinks, is how utterly fucking lost Danny is all the gosh dang time.

"Well now, you're Maddie's son now ain'tcha? How old is you now?" The woman standing before him guffaws, ruffling his hair. He lets it, trying desperately to remember the speadsheet Jazz created for the family and (obviously) failing to recall this woman's name.

Agatha? Selene? Riri? No, Aunt Riri is over there—

"Yes ma'am," Danny smiles up at the unnamed aunt, accent going a little twangy like it always does at these functions, "I'll be hittin' 17 in a coupl'a months or so."

"My, my, you youngin's sure grow like weeds!" The aunt coos, gesturing to a height by her hip, "You used to be this tall last time I saw ya, betcha don't r'member me now do ya?"

It's a trap. If he says he doesn't remember, which is expected at reunions such as these that happen every 5 years or longer, she'll start going on and on about the stories she has of the family. Danny would have to stand here and demure and laugh at these cousins he doesn't really remember too well, but know enough to know that she's gotten them all mixed up.

"Pshaw," Danny doesn't react when a whisper breathes the answer into his ear, "I'd never forget a pretty lady like you, Aunt Helena!"

It works like a charm.

The second he's out of her clutches, he feels around for a cold spot. There, trailing just behind him, is Ellie. She's not invisible anymore, so he tucks her under his arm and bee-lines it towards the metaphorical kid's table.

"Thanks, Ellie. Weren't you supposed to stay with Dad?" Danny leads them around, trying to avoid any other mishaps. "Did Jazz send you?"

"She made me flashcards!" Ellie smirks up at him, ignoring his other question and pulling a corner of an index card out from the palm of her hand. She's always been better than him at manipulating the ecto in her body, for obvious reasons. Danny's not bitter about it at all.

"Damn, all I got was a presentation." Danny grumbles. Jazz and Dad somehow know every single one of their family members, which is ludicrous when even Mom doesn't know despite it being her side of the family.

He still can't really believe how big his family actually is, but he supposes that's natural. He only sees them once every couple of years, the only relative they see even on a remotely regular basis is Aunt Alicia, who has no kids and refuses (rightfully so) to remarry.

Danny's fine with that, he gets the best of both worlds after all. Cozy holiday stays with Aunt Alicia and he has places to stay all over the country if he really needs it, no questions asked.

Plus, crazy as they can be, these reunions have always felt like a big country festival for Danny.

"She likes me better." Ellie snickers, tugging him back to avoid Uncle Charlie's drunken stumbling.

"Everyone likes you better," Danny rolls his eyes, pushing Ellie's head down and ducking to avoid a stray kid's toy flying overhead, "I like you better."

As if somehow knowing Danny's being self deprecating again, Jazz shows up to smack him on the head. "I like both of you equally in special ways."

Danny makes a disgruntled noise, grumbling as he rubs his head, "Mooooom, Jazz is therapizing me again!"

Even though he was only half joking, Mom does show up specifically to laugh at him. "Honey, your father and I love all our children equally!"

"It's a secret," Dad says from behind Jazz, kids climbing all over him, "But Ellie's the favorite!"

"Jack!" Mom yells at the same time Jazz screams, "Dad!"

Ellie dissolves into giggles, making everyone but Dad helplessly laugh. It's good to see Ellie laugh, she does it a lot but it still doesn't feel like it's enough. Danny picks her up, giggling mess and all, and tosses her at Dad.

She lands, as expected, straight into the pile of children who scream and accept her easily.

"Nice." Jazz chuckles, this time patting him gently on his head in approval. Danny shrugs, dusting his hands off and heading back towards salvation: the food.

He and Jazz mingle a bit, exchanging greetings and school updates with the Aunts and Uncles they occasionally bump into, making their way slowly through and keeping an eye out for the other cousins.

Eventually, Jazz gets nabbed by Cousin Dermot just as Danny reaches the table, tossing a pig-in-a-blanket into his mouth and chewing with glee. The locals of the family usually something potluck style—and though Dad's genes are strong and the Fentons can't cook, the bulk of the Walker family definitely can.

In fact—Great Aunt Martha said she was going to bring some mini pies right?

Danny spies a pile of them in the middle of the large table and reaches for one, only to bump into the spikes of black fingerless gloves.

The gloves are, of course, attached to someone else.

It's a boy, around Danny's age, in a spiked leather jacket (matching the gloves) and white tee shirt with ripped jeans. He's got the tiniest John Lennon sunglasses and piercings everywhere—it makes Danny squint at him, with how much the sun keeps catching on everything—the spikes, the piercings, the metal arms of the sunglasses, is this dude also wearing lipgloss?

Danny's not judging, a guy can appreciate proper hydration to avoid chapped lips or even just for the aesthetic, but it doesn't help with the glare.

"Sorry, my bad." Right, okay, city slicker then. Not that Danny's much of a country boy or anything. "Did my spikes get you?"

Maybe Cousin Jenny brought a plus one? Danny eyes the guys jeans—they look tight. Was Cousin Mark into guys? Is this dude a guy or possibly a masculine girl? Ack. Stupid sun frying his brain.

"It's okay," Danny says, blinking away and tossing mini pie to the other person. "Aunt Martha's pies are worth the minor injury. You comin' in with one of the cousins?"

"Uh, yeah." Citypunk looks at Danny nervously, "I mean, I am one of the cousins." The guy bites his lips, shrugging, "Uh, one of the Kents, actually. Ma's real proud of the pies."

Danny blinks.

"…You're not Jon." Danny says, very carefully and slowly.

"…No…" Stranger Danger draws his vowels out, "I'm Conner. His, uh, older brother? Can't blame ya for being confused though!"

"…You can't." Danny agrees, because out of the two them, Danny definitely isn't to blame for the confusion.

"Yeah, lots of cousins, and all," Curiouser and Curiouser beams at Danny, shrugging and rubbing the back of his neck, "Plus, I know Jon's more sociable at these things."

"Right, he really is rambunctious, that guy." Danny nods, as if that's the problem, and not the fact that Danny knows every single cousin his age. Big as his family might be, Danny's generation came out the smallest. Cousin Jenny and Cousin Mark are the only two his age.

With Ellie and Jazz each being four years younger and older than Danny, and the other cousins being well beyond those ages in gaps, there is no way this guy is a cousin.

"Don't worry," Punk'd laughs self deprecatingly, "I know he's the favorite. even if Mom won't admit it."

Danny feels a vein throb in his right temple.

He's unsure if he should slowly back away or get up in the guy's face. It's just—now that Danny thinks about it, if wedding crashing is a thing, does that mean family reunion crashing is a thing too?

What's the protocol here? Should he fight this guy for having the audacity to use Great Aunt Martha's name in vein?

Wait, no, that's Jesus.

Is Great Aunt Martha Catholic? ...Is that the one with Jesus, or was that Christianity?

Wait, Danny, you knuckle head, Uncle Clark was adopted. Conner could be adopted too! Even though he looks exactly like that Uncle Clark when he was younger…

"Is this your first time at a reunion?" Danny ventures, "We only have 'em—"

"Every 5 years, yeah." Conner huffs, "Nah, I just used to hide with Ma in the kitchens."

Okay, clearly Great Aunt Martha isn't in on this, because Danny used to hide with Great Aunt Martha in the kitchens. Danny's about to lose his shit on this guy—or maybe sic Ellie on him. Whichever is worse.

"Oh yeah? That's must have been cozy." Danny grits out, taking a deep breath so his eyes don't flash.

"Yeah, it was!" Conner beams shyly. though all Danny sees is a smug smirk. "She's real nice-like, I'm sure you know. Real lucky to have her for a Grandma."

"Real lucky." Danny agrees, because Great Aunt Martha really was one of the better Great Aunts. Though most of the Walker Kin were hardy and tough, in that badass kind of way. Mom really liked Great Aunt Martha's lessons on bull wranglin' back when they were younger. "Speakin' of, she ain't here?"

"Nah," Conner makes a sad little pout. "She hadta stop by Auntie Agatha's for an emergency. She left two days ago, so she's runnin' a little behind. Cl—Dad went to go pick her up."

Danny squints at the possible imposter. That sounded like he was going to call Uncle Clark by his name, which makes things confusing for Danny. Guy will call Aunt Lois Mom but he won't call Uncle Clark Dad easily?  Maybe he's a kid Aunt Lois had before marrying Uncle Clark? But Aunt Lois would never hide a kid, and Great Aunt Martha would never let her treat a kid like that. That's not even taking into account that this kid looks way too much like Uncle Clark for it to be a fucking coincidence. Plus, Danny knew about Aunt Aggie's emergency and how she might not be making it to this year's reunion—this gives Conner's story credibility.

But Danny knows that the best way to lie is with truths, even if the truths are confusing.

So what the hell is going on? Is Clockwork fucking with him? Did an alternate timeline get switched with his?

It wouldn't be the first time, but Clockwork at least had the decency to let him know at least.

"What the—" Danny blinks, as Conner picks up a very familiar, eye-searingly green colored post it note that was stuck to the plate under a mini pie. "Is this yours?"

"Yeah," Danny huffs. taking the note and rolling his eyes as lies roll off his tongue, "Sorry, y'know how it goes with Jazz."

"Oh, yeah." And Danny has to give it Conner, he at least rolls with the punches real quick, "I heard about it but didn't ever uh, see it in action."

"Really?" Danny feigns surprise, head pulsing in irritation at the words all is as it should be written in purple pen. There's no mocking smiley face, but Danny feels it in the ink anyway. "Thought she got all the cousins at the last reunion."

Conner chuckles nervously, "Oh, yeah—Guess I'm just, easy to miss you know?"

"Uh huh…" Danny eyes the guy and his piercings and very distinct style, from the tip of his clearly styled hair and needlessly ostentatious big black studded boots. "…Right."

Conner laughs, wincing. "These're new. High school debut."

"…You're a freshman?" Danny tilts his head, squinting.

"Junior." Conner automatically corrects, before stiffening. "…I just wanted to reinvent myself for Junior Prom."

"Right." Danny repeats, drawing out the vowels and finally giving up. He can tell Conner already knows what Danny is going to ask, and is trying to exit this conversation post-haste.

Fortunately for Conner and unfortunately for Danny, Jazz comes barreling in, almost knocking the former out in the process as she grips the latter's biceps tightly with her eyes wide and nervous.

Unfortunately for Conner and fortunately for Danny, though the look in Jazz's eyes thoroughly distracts the latter and gives the former a window to escape, Jazz's hissed out words end up keeping Conner rooted to the floor.

"Baby Jon has powers!" Jazz hisses as she moves Danny away from the possible imposter a couple feet. Even though she says it low enough for only Danny to hear, Conner's wide eyes as he whips his gaze towards them suggests that Jon's not the only one with powers.

And then words actually register along with that thought.

Danny hisses out the first thing he thinks of. "Since when?? I thought he took after Aunt Lois!"

"Since now," Jazz gruffs, switching her grip to drag Danny away, "and I need you to do something about it!"

"What?" Danny doesn't struggle, going along even as he eyes Conner who seems to be following them at a distance. "Why?"

Jazz pushes him towards the kid's area, rushing out a frantic "He's in the bounce house with Ellie!"

Danny freezes, or tries to even as Jazz keeps tugging him along, before shaking off her hand and booking it towards the bounce house.

Once the bounce house (a castle) comes into view, Danny clocks several things in succession:

One: Ellie and Jon are thankfully the only ones in the bounce house right now.

Two: Ellie and Jon are laughing, and through the mesh Danny can see Ellie watching Jon jump way too high to be considered normal.

And three: The bounce house is about to fucking tip over.

There's a gaggle of Aunts herding the younger cousins towards the food that's dense enough for cover, but sparse enough for Danny to dash through.

Between one blink and the next, he disappears.

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Space Siren Danny

''Well, that's mildly disturbing.''

Sam was staring at Dannys new form.

He looks like a floating siren, with a long tail with lots of fins that look like they're filled with galaxies, stars and every other creepy space thing in existence. He has long white hair and an unreasonable number of earrings with planets and stars.

Wait a fucking second, Danny doesn't have earrings-

''Did you get your ears pierced without me?''

''Of course that's what you care about'' Danny grumbled,''I just phased them in.''

''Ah. Soooo, why are you looking like a mermaid on drugs?''

''Okay, fuck you, and I'm clearly a space siren.''

Sam looked him up and down. ''I regret showing you Arielle. Do you mind telling me why you're in my room in the middle of the night?''

''I wanted to show you my new form.''

''Amazing. Now my already messed-up sleep schedule is even more messed up.''

''Oh, and my parents nearly vivisected me.''

''What-''

''I'm moving to the moon.''

''YOURE PARENTS FOUND OUT-'' 

Sam saw an expression in the mirror and god, she looked horrified.

Danny flinched back and made the very mature decision to fuck off and run away from his problems.

 As he phased through the ceiling, he felt Sam trying to grab his tail, which didn't really work, since he's, well, intangible.

He flew straight to the Moon, only stopping to get chips at a random store.

Anciens, Sams going to be so mad at him the next time they see each other.

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one of the most enlightening realizations ive had was finding out that non-24 hour circadian rhythm people were a pretty large group and most of us have oddly similar cycles of usually around 28hr internal "days" and this masquerades as "insomnia" but if allowed to sleep and wake naturally we will just advance forward through time an extra 2-4 hours a day at a relatively stable pace. we can't go to school or jobs or even run errands on normal schedules without massive pharmacological and behavioral intervention. most of the people who have been diagnosed or figured it out themselves will report horrific, life-ruining disruption in their professional lives and terrible health from accrued lack of sleep. this disorder is most common in vision-impaired people which seems to suggest it's related to light cues. anyway just thinking about this as extremely loud yard work woke me up at 8am for the second day in a row

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Vlad and Lex Luthor doing a business deal, while being spied on and interrupted by various super heroes. They aren't actually doing anything evil; Lex and Vlad are just conducting a normal business deal.

(This is simultaneously the funniest and worst ask to get after I just watched Superman 😭)

"So. Your son wants to marry both my daughter and Timothy Drake,” Vlad said softly.

"I can't believe we're going to become in-laws," Lex complained. The two sat in Lex’s office across from each other, practically dripping monetary arrogance and disdain for each other.

“Who said I want to be family with you?” Vlad scowled. “You’re fighting with your own baby daddy. I don’t want to be involved in that nonsense.”

"At least I have a baby daddy," Lex sneered. "Who's paying your child support?"

Vlad snorted coldly. "Don't be so smug, you homewrecker. I don't need a man to pay my child support!"

Lex rolled his eyes. "You wish you were a homewrecker."

Outside the window, Superman and Batman shared bewildered looks.

Vlad snapped, "Are we signing the marriage contract or what? I want my daughter to have a portion of the shares of Lex Corps. In exchange, I'll give Kon a portion of my shares as well."

"Fine. But what about the other boy? Timothy Drake? He has massive shares in both his late parents' company as well as Wayne Enterprises," Lex said.

Vlad frowned. "Of course, he'll have to give us some of his shares. But I don't have that many shares to give to him, only enough for Kon."

Lex's eyebrows rose. "And I as well, to your daughter."

They stared at each other.

Clearly, if they couldn't shit talk each other's children to the other's faces, then... Tim Drake was free game? It didn’t take long before they opened a wine bottle and then began ranting.

"It's his fault that my baby girl has been led astray!" Vlad complained. "Tim Drake and his 'mysterious identity'," he did air quotes and sneered, "Such a frivolous playboy isn't suitable for my daughter!"

"Tell me about it! My only son— he's been brought to the side of Justice because of his father and his boyfriend! If only Kon inherited my intelligence!” Lex bemoaned. “All I want is my poor baby to grow up, become successful, take over my company, and then kill Superman! Is that too much to ask? He keeps thinking I’m evil because of that boy, Timothy! Him! Instead of me! Who’s not a college dropout!”

“I bet it’s because of that Bruce Wayne,” Vlad said. “All of his kids have been seducing mine!”

“Tsk tsk. Birds of a feather flock together. Let’s sign the contract and then maybe somehow, we can figure out a way to make this all work.” The two agreed, even though they definitely had ulterior motives by forming an alliance.

Outside of the office, Superman was barely able to hold a furious Batman back from turning around to change into his business suit to storm inside of the building in defense of his son.

"Batman! Batman! Please! Think of the mission! Think of how your kids will embarrass you if you fail it now! Batman, calm down!"

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The second time I quilted Joan of Ark.

This one just got first place at the Utah State Fair

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inspired by @prokopetz‘s post here

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do you ever re-read your own wips like 'damn the bitch that wrote this oughta finish it'

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This is the way you’re supposed to do pranks!

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National Service

By burntcopper

On Archives of Our Own

Dead Collection; 63541 words

Summary: Soldiering is soldiering, even when you're using a gun rather than a sword. And they're underestimating you because of your age. (post-PC)

My Thoughts: A great series of the Pevensies had they lived. While burntcopper’s idea is very original and I thoroughly enjoyed it, I personally didn’t find anything quite outstanding about the writing style itself. Still, loads of people are appropriately terrified of the Pevensies, which I find very entertaining. The last two works have a small crossover with Torchwood and Good Omens respectively, but I’ve never read/heard of either and understood it, so all the works can be read without an in-depth knowledge of them.

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The Way Faith Dies

By Silvermags @silvermags

On Archive Of Our Own

Status: Complete; Oneshot; 698 words

Summary: You don't lose faith. It dies for lack of care.

My thoughts: I like this interpretation of Susan’s character more than I do a lot of them. I feel like this holds more true to the real problem that underlies Susan’s exclusion from Narnia than others. It’s not about lipsticks and nylon; it’s about letting life twist your values.

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do ya have any good fics with peter and the defenders or just any daredad/daddevil fics? thanks in advance :)

You are officially the love of my life. I’m so excited about this you have no idea. I’m just gonna spam some of my favs here.

This is pretty much just nyc vigilante fluff, it has a super sweet relationship between Matt and Peter (seriously man the feels), and it has some funny fics, as well as some hurt/comfort and even if they’re all short they all end up being super sweet. It’s a series under the name How Nyc’s Vigilantes Found A New Family In Each Other

This one isn’t necessarily daredad but it does have Peter and Matt being adorable. Basically Peter and May get evicted after Ben’s death and find a place in Hell’s Kitchen that’s cheap because they can’t hold down a tenant because the next door neighbor apparently keeps weird hours, (spoiler this neighbor is Matty). It’s pretty much just Peter and May move in next to Matt when Peter is just starting out as Spider-man and their paths keep seeming to cross until Matt basically becomes his pseudo big brother. It’s called Losing A House (Finding A Home).

Aunt May dies and Peter’s guardianship gets left in the hands of his uncle, one matt murdock. This is really sweet and i love the devildad feels plus it’s fucking hilarious to see them interacting as DD and SM.

Spider-man meets Daredevil by chance, but DD sees something in him and offers to help teach him, however Mr. Stark doesn’t like the idea and forbids it (Peter doesn’t listen). This is hands down one of the best Marvel fics i’ve ever read, it has Spidey teaming up with a lot of New York’s vigilantes as well as tony and peter trying to figure out the whole mentor thing with an amazing plot attached to it. It’s a series under the name The Teenage Vigilante's Guide to Saving New York (And Making Friends Along the Way)

May dies and Peter has to go on the run from CPS, he’s spiraling he’s malnourished and injured and he’s going out as spidey all the time, and it finally comes to head when he almost dies while trying to bust a drug ring, luckily Daredevil was there to help. This was some amazingly written daredad and the way they describe what peter goes through is amazing, the relationship between him and mj and ned is heartbreaking and the one between him and tony is amazingly written and oh so angsty, it’s definitely one of my favorite fics and they had this amazing idea to have a Stan Lee cameo, but if you read it don’t read the last chapter because the second to last one leaves you on a happy ending and then the last one sets up a sequal that NEVER GOT WRITTEN. It’s called I Can’t Take This (All This Meaningless).

This one is a lot more Team Red oriented but it’s one of the most hilarious fics I’ve ever read. Basically, Peter hears that there’s aliens attacking New York and that Daredevils stuck in the middle of it while he’s in school and runs over to help fight out of suit. It’s got a whole lotta Team Red shenanigans and people being super worried for this absolutely crazy child trying to fight aliens while his friends just sit there and cheer him on. This is definitely one of my favorites Team Red fics and one of my go to comfort fics. It’s called Peter Skips School to Beat the Shit out of Aliens and Banter With His Friends

Seriously I have more of these if you want more, I have a problem. A lot of the others I have do tend to be more Team Red centered then these but I also have some more nyc vigilante fics. Happy reading!

Oh wait quick warning these are pretty much copy and pasted from my personal notes that I keep so I can differentiate between fics if I wanna re-read them (That list is like at least 100 something fics long at this point, but ig it is multiple fandoms so its fine, i’m perfectly mentally stable) and I might’ve missed some trigger warnings, I don’t put them in my own notes because of something triggers me I just won’t put it there.

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Oh, you should have taken a picture of this sight, Jade Leech, looking like a disheveled mess.

He stood on the porch of Ramshackle dorm, drenched, blazer messy, tie crooked, and hair all over the place. In his left hand was a wet cardboard gift box which had to have been beautiful before the rain assaulted it, and a bouquet with missing leaves and petals. He was smiling politely, like always, but it was strained. His eyebrows were just one more minor inconvenience away from a twitch.

You grinned, “Oho? Jade, a mess? Who could have seen this coming?” 

He chuckled, though it was laced with something bitter. Tonight was supposed to be your first date together, but everything seemed to go wrong. When he had told Azul and Floyd of his initial plans were to take you on a hike up in the mountains so he could show you his favorite flora or to take you on a midnight walk near a river where he found some interesting moss, Azul told him that those were ridiculous ideas. Sure, Jade was known for trying to pull all sorts of unpleasant reactions, but he still did need to woo you, so his plans changed. He decided he would pick you up for dinner instead. 

So, he had his clothes pressed and prepared a gift and some flowers for you. However, Floyd decided to have the mother of all meltdowns after losing his favorite pair of shoes and insisted that Jade let him borrow his. Jade refused, as he was planning to wear them for your date. A fight ensued, and Jade barely managed to get out of it. Then, as he began to make his way to Ramshackle, the storm gods decided it should rain. Now he was sopping wet, messy, and almost pathetic.

“Perhaps it is a reflection of how my devotion to you throws me off balance,” he said smoothly, before handing you his tokens of affection.

You took them and then set them down on the table near the door, before turning back to your date who stood outside. It was clear you did not believe him, hand on your hip as you giggled, “Or maybe it’s the remains of a brawl with your brother,” you teased, reaching up to fix his tie for him. 

His brow twitched.

You smiled. 

“You look lovely,” he said, opting to change the topic before he was a victim of teasing. That was his job, to tease and prod at you, making you puff your cheeks and scoff and curse. He was telling the truth, though, you looked beautiful. All dressed up for him, looking as radiant as the moon, which the sun would envy for getting to see you like this. Pretty for his hands to drag over your hips if this date went well, and you let him take things further than just a kiss. 

“And you look messy,” you replied, before pausing, “But dashing as ever. Don’t worry.” You leaned in to kiss his cheek.

Jade sighed, before offering his arm, “Shall we?”

©rooksamoris 2025. do not steal or translate my work!

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╰─▸ ❝ Twisted Wonderland x reader!

Send Biceps for Good Luck :)

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featuring — Trey : Leona : Floyd : Rook : Silver.

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<𝟑 .ᐟ Trey Clover

You had an exam coming up, and no matter how many deep breaths you took, your nerves just wouldn’t settle. So, naturally, you turned to your favorite source of comfort, your boyfriend.

Trey was preparing a dessert for the upcoming Unbirthday Party when his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, pausing mid-stir. It was his lover.

You: send biceps for good luck 💪 pls

Trey chuckled under his breath, of all the things you could ask for before an exam.

Trey: Haha, what kind of good luck charm is that? 😅

You: C’mon, Trey. It’s scientifically proven (not). It motivates me.

With a small smirk, he wiped his hands clean, and rolled up his sleeves. Switching to the front cam, he flexed, modestly, but just enough to show off the definition he had earned from years of kneading dough and whisking batter.

Trey: [1 image]

Trey: You sure this helps? Just don’t drool on the paper.

You: of course and no promises 🫠

He smiled softly, tapping out one last message.

Trey: Good luck, sweetheart. I love you.

You: I love you more. Thanks for being my good luck charm 💗

Trey chuckled and tucked his phone away, warmth blooming in his chest. If a simple photo and a few words made your day easier, he would always be ready to send them.

<𝟑 .ᐟ Leona Kingscholar

The upcoming exam was wrecking your nerves, and no amount of review could calm you down. You knew your lover was probably napping, but you didn’t care, you needed motivation.

The afternoon sun poured through Leona’s windows, warming the napping lion sprawled across the bed. He stirred when his phone vibrated beside him, blinking blearily at the message.

You: Send biceps for good luck 😤💪

He scoffed, half-asleep but amused. You were such a weirdo sometimes. Still… his lips curved into a lazy grin as he leaned back, stretching an arm. He angled his phone, letting the afternoon light catch the lines of his toned arm.

Leona: [1 image]

Leona: There. Hope your luck improves. Don’t blame me if it doesn’t. 😴

You: I’m blessed. Beyond words. Thank you, my King.

Leona: Yeah yeah. Now go pass it or whatever.

You stared at the photo for a second too long, heart fluttering. Then you typed.

You: I love you, y'know. Even if you're always grumpy.

Leona: Hmph. I know.

Leona: ...love you too. good luck.

He dropped the phone back on his chest, a smile tugging at his lips. You always managed to sneak past his defenses, even in the middle of a nap.

<𝟑 .ᐟ Floyd Leech

The exam was coming, and your nerves were on edge. Naturally, you needed your daily dose of attention from Floyd to soothe the tension and maybe distract you a little.

Floyd was skipping class again, sprawled lazily across a lounge couch, bored out of his mind. He couldn’t bother you in person, you had to study, after all, but then your message popped up.

You: send biceps for good luck 😳👉👈

He laughed out loud.

Floyd: Oooooooh~ ya wanna see these babies?? 💪

You: please I need to pass 👊🏻

That only made him laugh harder. “Shrimpy’s begging~ how cute.”

A second later, blurry photo came through. His sleeves were rolled up, his bicep flexed at an absurd angle, lips bitten dramatically. He knew exactly what he was doing.

Floyd: [1 image]

Floyd: Here! Big strong Floyd biceps just for youuuu~ Feelin’ lucky now? Or should I come squeeze ya?

You: I’m gonna pass out from blood loss, not stress now.

Floyd: Hehehe, cute.

You smiled at the screen, heartbeat a little steadier than before.

You: Thanks, babe. I love you.

Floyd: Eeeeh~? Say it again~ I like how it sounds.

You: I love you, Floyd.

Floyd: Hehe~ I love you too, Shrimpy. Now go ace that exam or I’ll come squish the stress outta you myself!

He slung an arm behind his head and grinned at the screen. If a flex and a few teasing words helped, he would do it every single day.

<𝟑 .ᐟ Rook Hunt

Your nerves were getting the best of you, so you decided to message your lover.

Rook had just returned from his afternoon stalking when your message pinged. He smiled immediately, sensing your mood through just one line.

You: Send biceps for good luck, monsieur~

Rook: Ohoho~ Such a specific request, très charmant!

He slipped off his blazer and positioned himself artfully in front of the front camera. The photo he sent back wasn’t just a flex, it was a performance. Light streaked across his defined arms, his expression proud yet gentle.

Rook: [1 image]

Rook: May the strength of the hunter bring victory to his muse~ 💪🌹 Bonne chance, mon amour!

You: Okay I feel invincible now, thank you 😳💘

Rook: Go forth! And should fortune waver, I shall offer more… personalized encouragement~

You bit your lip, heart fluttering.

You: I love you, mon chasseur. Even your biceps are poetic somehow.

Rook: Ah! Mon cœur!

Rook: I love you too, with every breath I take. Now go conquer, my radiant star! 🌟

He laughed softly and pressed a hand over his chest, phone in hand. Ah, l’amour, even your oddest requests were beautiful in his eyes.

<𝟑 .ᐟ Silver

You felt a little bad texting Silver in the middle of his training, but your nerves were winning. Pacing anxiously, you sent the message anyway and waited for a reply.

You: Send biceps for good luck please 🥺

It took a few minutes, and you were about to give up when,

Silver: Biceps? For luck? …I’ve never heard of that method.

You: It works. Trust me.

Silver: …Alright. If it helps.

He was in the training yard when he received your message, pausing mid-practice. Rolling up his sleeve and pulling off a glove, he snapped a quick photo. His arm was toned, clearly trained, solid, dependable. His expression in the photo was soft, maybe a little confused.

Silver: [1 image]

Silver: I hope this brings you strength. I’ll be cheering for you.

You: That alone is the luck I need, knight in shining arms 💕

Silver: …You’re teasing again.

But you didn’t stop there. Smiling at the photo, you sent one more message.

You: I love you, Silver. Thanks for always being here for me.

Silver: I love you too. Always. No matter where I am, my heart stays with you.

He looked at your message a moment longer, a quiet smile curving his lips. If a simple photo gave you courage, he would send one every time. Because your strength was his pride.

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𖦹 Same here, I could use some biceps too, lol.

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