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adultish-momma · 2 years

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Shiny New Toy

An alternate, smarter, and most importantly, a funner way to deal with the Leech twins in Book 3.

Warnings: Beyond potential Book 3 spoilers, I really didn't think I'd have to put any warnings down for this fic. But nope, now I need to make it clear that there is a bit, a very small bit, of blood and violence. It's fairly vague, but I still want to make sure people are aware.

A/N: I was brainstorming ideas for the fics I have planned, I named this one, and then it just... unfolded in front of me. Man, I don't even feel like I wrote it. Floyd and Yuu took control of my body and now we all get to bear witness to the results. I'm not even mad, it barely follows my original plan, but the vibes I wanted to convey came across so all in all, success.

Psst. I'm tagging @dandelionwhisp because I know you're coming back soon and I want you to have a present waiting for you, as a reward for surviving such a long flight. Hope you enjoy it!

Something barrelled into the twins, spinning the two eels away from each other. Neither Leech brother had been prepared for the attack, as this came from behind them. Floyd was first to reorientate himself, snapping his attention back to the first years with a furious growl. Whatever was stupid enough to hit him circled his opponents once, twice, and then came to a stop next to the little seal.

It seems as if everyone present paused to assess the newcomer. Well, not exactly new per se, because they were pretty sure that was Yuu. Like, at least 90 percent sure the Ramshackle Prefect had joined the fray.

Grim seems to have thought it would be best to confirm it, just in case.

"Oi! Henchhuman! Is that you? Since when do you have a tail!?"

"You like it?" they asked, giggling despite the tense situation. "I think the colors turned out so pretty." They did a quick twirl in place, letting the sunlight filtering through the coral sea catch on their new bronze scales. They noticed the Leech twins watching them, specifically a certain eelmer's eyes fixated on the reflecting light of their tail. They didn't even try to hide the smug grin that slipped on their face.

Looks like this plan might work after all.

"Oya, what a surprise this is". Jade as always, has a tight lid on his emotions and reactions. The only telling part about him is that sleazy smile he has, the one where his mouth is open just enough to see his razor-sharp teeth.

"Shriiiimmmpppyyy", Floyd whines, an undercurrent of something dangerous in his voice. "Who knew you could be so cute and shiny! Makes me want to give you a big ole squeeze!" His signature sing-song lilt betrays how eerily still he has become. For someone always in motion, fidgeting and shuffling when bored and animated when excited, the merman has become tense in his stillness. Like a coil before it snaps.

Like a predator ready to pounce. He just needs a small push.

"Well I figured if there was a potion that can turn you boys human and give you legs," Yuu begins, nearly simpering, a spark in their eyes that Jade recognizes. "Then there must be a potion that could turn me into a mer and give me fins." The Prefect gives another flick of their new tail, and Jade can see his brother inch a little closer.

Yuu notices the movement as well. They might not have serrated teeth like the eels, or the same malice in their smile as Azul, but even the little group of freshmen agree that the grin they flash Floyd is downright shark-like.

"So if you want to squeeze me, you're gonna have to catch me first".

Before anybody else can react, Yuu swims off, away from the museum, speeding like a bullet shot from a gun. Jade reaches out to stop his brother, but he's only able to graze the end of his tail, Floyd chasing after the Prefect. The calmer twin sighs heavily, moving to follow, but is shocked for the second time today when a magic attack actually manages to hit him.

"Ha! Take that you overgrown sushi! The Great Grim has more of that where it came from!"

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There had been a few close calls already if the superficial scratches near their flukes were anything to go by. For his part, Floyd couldn't decide if this was the most fun he had in a while, or if this was the most frustrating thing he'd done in ages. The Prefect was newer to their fins, a strong swimmer for sure but nowhere near as fast as Floyd. But they were smaller than the natural merman, darting into coral tunnels that he just couldn't fit through. What was supposed to be a straightforward chase has turned into a convoluted game of hide-n-seek.

At least Floyd wasn't the only one laughing in delight.

This was incredibly fun for Yuu. They'd always been comfortable in the water, a strong swimmer naturally. And while they could let loose athletically on land back at NRC, nothing is ever as comfortable and exhilarating as racing through the water. So distracting Floyd had turned into a near cathartic experience, the first time since waking up in this world where they truly felt like they could just be.

Plus, they're pretty sure being a merperson is ticking off some childhood dream checklist.

"Gotcha Shrimpy!" Eventually, Floyd had been able to grab them, causing a startled scream to escape their lips and a manic cackle to escape his. "That was so much fun! But now I can squeeze you as hard and as long as I want since I wo-on"

"Alright" they agree, a little breathless as he begins to wind his tail around them, just tight enough to border discomfort. "That's fair. You did win our game of chase."

"Hahaha!" The eel lets out another series of excited laughs, accompanied by a sharp squeeze. "You're so cute if you thought you could beat me".

Despite wanting this, despite planning every part of this undersea excursion, including letting Floyd capture them, Yuu can't help but stiffen at the feeling of his very sharp, very dangerous, teeth dragging across their neck.

"Jade's always been the patient hunter" Floyd chuckles, reveling in the Prefect's discomfort. "But I've always been more active when catching prey."

One of his clawed hands ghosts down their body to where scales just begin to crop up, the delicate things glinting bronze and copper under his inspection. Suddenly, the human-turned-mer feels a sharp tearing sensation, watching as a small trickle of blood floats into the water surrounding them. Floyd holds up the scale he stole, a lazy smile on his lips and wide, dilated eyes.

"And admittedly Shrimpy, I've always been a sucker for shiny things."

"I thought so. Hey, speaking of Jade, I wonder how many hits the guys have landed on your brother now that he can't rely on your Unique Magic." Floyd stiffens, tightening around Yuu enough to force the air out of their lungs. But then he loosens, more than likely aiming to untangle himself to go help his brother. But the Prefect suddenly latches onto him, winding their arms tight around his body and locking their arms behind his back. Where his tail had uncoiled around them, now that wrap their tail around him, trapping him for just a few minutes longer.

"Poor Jade, abandoned by his brother because you just couldn't resist a new shiny toy." Floyd snarls, gnashing his teeth at the Prefect, but they just laugh, squeezing his tail a little tighter.

"Little Shrimpy tricked you!~ You fell for it hook, line, and sinker."

#testing #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland floyd #rewrite au #twst book 3 spoilers #technically #tw: blood #tw: violence #the ending of this is nowhere near what I had originally intended.#I don't know if I'm just still in a mood because of #or if I just can't write Floyd without at least a little bit of sus behavior.#But once he caught her it was like I was possessed #Mirrors are Never to be Trusted

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whumpacabra · 4 months

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22. Strangers

Referenced blood and torture, referenced past captivity, law enforcement mention, military mention, firearm mention, fictional politics

AU Masterpost / Previous / Next

Thomas was fine - really, just swell. First day on the job without the Sheriff in town and not only do two strangers show up, they’re half a step from the grave and terrified beyond belief, barging into the gas station while his baby sister is at the register. It didn’t help that they had nearly crashed a (stolen?) humvee into Dan’s mailbox.

The old medic had left on foot to get some supplies for Merrill - her partner would drive him back over soon. In the meantime, Tom was talking himself down from a panic attack while waiting for the Trautmire’s towtruck.

Just looking at the blood soaked passenger seat made him queasy. He redirected his gaze to between the seats, catching sight of the duffel Harrison had mentioned - something about a hard drive.

Evidence.

Tom would be lying if he told the man he took his word for it when he started spouting off about being tortured by American soldiers. But he didn’t exactly have evidence to the contrary, and his gut wasn’t being cooperative with this fact. He blamed it on the blood and excitement of the last few hours, that the fact that entertaining the stranger’s story made him feel hollowed out.

Sheriff Clifford couldn’t get back soon enough.

He fished the duffel from the seats, surprised by its weight as he hefted it out of the vehicle and onto Dan’s driveway. A preliminary glance at the contents made his heart hammer. Certainly military grade firearms nestle among handfuls of cartridges, clips, and loose ammunition. Closer inspection revealed folded up clothes, water bottles, a crushed sleeve of saltines and -

A manila folder?

It wasn’t the hard drive Harrison had begged him to bring inside, but if he was being honest, Thomas wasn’t quite sure what he was looking for. But a pale folded among the dark guns and clothes stood out like a sore thumb.

The bold red ‘confidential’ and ‘top secret’ stamps were a bit eye catching as well.

Half of him wanted to laugh it off as a prank (it wasn’t, not the way Harrison’s eyes shone with terror and grief and exhaustion). The other half was wary that this was some hostile operation, as ridiculous a target as a town of less than fifty people was.

The third half (Thomas didn’t pride himself on his maths) was curious to the point of trepidation - if it was all true, what did that mean? What legal recourse did these men have? He couldn’t begin to imagine the proceedings.

But he could pick up the folder.

It was thicker than he anticipated, dozens of papers with their clips and staples crammed into the sleeve. The tab simply read “The Wolf.”

He could see that man’s face clearly in his mind’s eye, the desperate, angry, terrified expression wrapped in bloody gauze looking up at him like Thomas was a walking nightmare. Any offense he took at that notion was tempered by the sight of his scarred, brutalized torso.

The fact that Merrill asked him to leave when she was treating his injuries below the belt made him shudder to imagine what this folder held.

Before he could crack it open, Lucy’s 64 impala came screeching to the curb. Dan hopped out, bag of supplies in hand. He nodded to the deputy, eyeing the duffel bag with a raised brown before continuing inside.

Lucy took her time, stepping over the dried splashes of blood on the driveway. She paused at the tilted mailbox, righting it only for it to lean lopsided once more. With a huff she marched up to Thomas, fluffy white hair freshly permed.

“Steph sounded pretty shook up when she called for Mer.” The old woman’s eyes were soft behind her thick glasses. “How you holding up kiddo?”

The manila folder was held in shaking hands.

“Sheriff didn’t answer on the radio. Might have to call over to Derby - these boys are in a bad way.”

“Trouble follow them?”

“Not that I know of.” Not yet.

Dan poked his head out the door, a short whistle catching their attention. He gestured, beckoning them inside. They must have finished taking care of the strangers. For now.

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“Jesus fucking Christ.” Thomas shuddered, head in his hands as he sat at Dan’s kitchen table. The report from the two medics was…well, the coffee in his mug was certainly going untouched until his stomach settled.

“I’ve seen refugees and prisoner’s of war in better shape than those two.” Merrill’s face was etched in stone, a sharp contrast to Lucy’s tearful expression. “Multiple people were involved in this. For a very long time - at least a few years for Wolf, given his scarring.”

“The eight months Harrison reported to you would be consistent with his condition.” Dan’s eyes were bright, rage simmering in them as he rubbed a thumb over his newly acquired bruises. “I’m inclined to believe his story. What abridged version we have.”

“You seemed doubtful, Thomas.” Merrill nodded to him, hands clasped around her mug of tea. “What did you find in the duffel?”

He bit his lip, sliding the manila folder to the table’s center.

“Lots of ammunition, guns, and general bug-out-bag supplies. Supposedly there’s a hard drive someone were in there too. This…I haven’t opened this yet.”

Marrill shared a glance with Dan before pulling the file toward her side of the table, running her fingers over the stamps and label. She opened it slowly, steady as a familiar face peaked from the first piece of paper.

The Wolf stared dead eyed at the camera, far healthier than he was sleeping in the guest room but somehow far less alive. The burn scars down the left side of his neck were still pink, no silver luster from age.

She carefully detached the image from its paper clipped files and pushed it to the others to look at as she scanned the first document. It was heavily redacted - names, dates, locations blotted out.

Merrill scoffed; she had worked with redacted documents before. It wouldn’t be easily or quick, but she could figure out the finer details. What she could read wasn’t particularly insightful - not with what she had already seen written in that man’s broken body and desperate eyes.

The titles of the redacted lines pricked at her long retired journalist instincts. Date admitted. Project milestones. Handler. Overseer. The box labeled ‘Date Liquidated’ was empty.

“I can get the redacted information out of these with some time.” She wasn’t sure Thomas wanted her to, the way his face had sallowed to a shade of green. “But these are official documents.” She held the folder out, pointing to the stamp in the corner. “CIA.”

“So what do we…do about that?” Lucy had been quiet, squeezing Merrill’s hand under the table. She hadn’t seen war the way her partner and Dan had, but she understood the dire situation these two men found themselves in nonetheless.

“Keep it quiet. Keep it low. Give it time - maybe get some of the Trautmire’s to help demo that humvee before someone comes looking for it.”

“But - ” Thomas scrubbed at his eyes with the heel of his palm, anger burning in his throat. “They can’t get away with this - we can’t just, just keep these boys locked up here for the rest of their lives.”

“Whistleblowers don’t live long, kid.” Dan’s eyes were dark, a tight frown on his lips. “If Harrison wants to bring that hard drive to light, that’s on him.”

“We can’t just - just pretend nothing’s happened.”

“Never said that. But unless you want your murder made a suicide in print, we need to be smart about this.”

“We - the FBI? NSA? Couldn’t they help?”

“Doubt it.” Merrill was flipping through the files, jaw tight. “Looks like Wolf worked with the NSA. Something here about a Project Sandbox.”

“Harrison mentioned being in a bunker, out in the desert. Sounds like a sandbox to me.” Dan shot Thomas a sympathetic look, the younger man seething with impotent rage. “Son, Sheriff’ll have a better bead on what we do next. Until he gets back, we watch their backs and each others. Get the Carlisle boys to do a sweep on the outskirts - better safe than sorry.”

“Should we call a town meeting?” Lucy’s eyes were sharp behind her glasses.

“Nah, not yet.” Merrill closed the folder with a sigh, slipping the photograph into the file. “Don’t want folks panicking. And the less that know about these boys, the less they can let spill to any strangers who come knocking.”

“Mind if I get Steph home then?” Thomas gave the older folk at the table a sheepish glance. “She - Lucy you said she wasn’t sounding too well when she called ya. She’ll want to know…everything’s alright.”

“Go on, tell Carl she wasn’t feeling well. Get her home safe, then get on with gettin’ the Carlisles on some rounds. I’ll call the Trauts and ask ‘em about breaking down that truck.” Dan nodded to the deputy as he stood, pressing his hat back onto his head. “Relax, kid. If they got this far without a tail, chances are those fuckers ain’t got a clue where to start sniffing. We’ve got plenty of time.”

Time before they were, inevitably, tracked down. Thomas wasn’t sure what he would do then, but that was a problem for the (hopefully) distant future.

AU Masterpost / Previous / Next

(An AU of my Freelancers series)

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#whump #referenced captivity #referenced torture #blood #law enforcement #military mention #firearm mention #freelancers au #yall a few days ago: i dont trust tom hes sus.#me. having written this from his pov weeks ago: woe. tommy pov be upon ye.#i have Plans tm for this lad dont yall worry none about him #idk why but this chapter has been stressing me out to post lmao #literally took it outta my queue this morning bc my brain is mean #but I can’t be assed to rewrite it so. take this serviceable chapter so we can move on to more fun stuff #AAAAA I KEEP SAVING THIS AND STARING AT IT IM POSTING IT FEEL FREE TO LOOK AWAY I CANT STAND THIS CHAPTER ANYMORE

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exammole · 5 months

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My changes to Miraculous for my rewrite: Season 0

Part 2: Story

Part 1: Magic System

Note: Although I will be using the show as a base, with a lot of the storybeats being in this rewrite. I’ll also be changing and adding new stuff to it.

Also I’m realising this just now, I’ll probably have to change my plan. Instead of putting Magic System, Plot, Characters into three posts. I’ll be spreading the Plot between 5 different posts for every season in this rewrite.

Order of the Guardians

Kwami are the celestial beings that embody the various components of Gimme, the god of Reality, all Kwami are extensions of them and are created whenever a new concept is created. Tikki and Plagg would be the first to be born, being gifted the specific power that if their domains were ever to cross, she’d be summoned.

The Kwami would soon wish to be apart of the world they helped define, so Gimme would grant a human the power to give them physical form 2000 years ago. This man would become the first Mage. This mage would first created 7 Miraculous, magic jewellery that could give Kwami a physical form; these Kwami would be Tikki, Plagg, Nooroo, Wayzz, Trixx, Pollen and Duusu, followed by many more during his lifetime. He would pass this skill onto his children, who would pass it down to theirs, and so fourth.

This would be the beginning of the ‘Order of the Guarduans’, which at the time consisted of Mages and their non magical famiy members, who would become blessed by Gimme to become Guardians. But would eventually grow out and become a secret society hidden in Tibet. Attempts were made to globalise the Order, but the Witch Trials of Massachusetts would prove to dangerous.

An attempt to recreate the Kwami was made, creating the Prodigious and the Renlings as a result, but the power would prove to dangerous for use and be kept under the protection of Mei Shi, created by Gimme to ward off use.

Fu Wang

In 1919 a young Wang Fu would be training to become a Guardian. Fu was excruciatingly hungry during this session, so he’d use the Peacock Miraculous to create a sentimonster to send him food. His anger towards being a Guardian fueled it’s creation, and went on an eating spree destroying everything. The only survivors were Fu, some Grimoires, the 7 main Miraculous (with the Peacock being lost). And Su-Han who hid in Fluff’s pocket dimension before the jewel was destroyed, along woth all the items already being held within.

(In this rewrite Fluff’s power is Abduction, and has access to a pocket dimension. This pocket dimension isn’t bound to time)

Fu would start travelling the world, holding immense trauma and guilt on his shoulders. He would find his way to Paris in 1938, meeting a girl called Marianne Lenoir. The two would fall in love, with Fu telling her about the Miraculous later on into their friendship. 1940’s Paris happened and Fu would insist her to come with him to London, but she refused and stayed in Paris. He would gift her the Butterfly Miraculous to aid her, and he didn’t tell her his feelings that night. Marianne would use the Butterfly to bevome Delias.

Four years later he would come back for her, but when he found out Marianne had fell for another man he couldn’t bare the hurt anymore and left without retrieving the Butterfly, let alone saying a word.

The Agreste’s and Graham de Vanily’s

Marianne and her soon to be husband Jules Grassette (he’s a new character) would get married a few years later with a son called Gabi. Gabi would start to get into fashion, meeting Natalie and Emilie in school (Dupont). Gabi would grow up to be a tailor, getting engaged to Emilie after graduation, and the three would remain close for years to come.

Gabi would change his name to Gabriel Agreste years later, after getting big after he helped Andre Bourgeois impress Audrey. Around the same time he’d be given the Butterfly Miraculous as an heirloom from his parents who would’ve died. This is where him, Emilie and Natalie would first learn of the Miraculous.

Emilie was the eldest daughter of the Graham de Vanily’s, an aristocratic family in Paris, followed by her twin sister Amelie. Emilie was very rebellious, and her marriage with a humble tailor got her removed from the inheritance. This would leave Amelie in line, amd she’d be married off too billionaire Colt Fathom.

Both sisters would desire to have children, but as both were infertile Her, Gabriel and Natalie would begin their search for a way. They’d come into contact with Tomoe Tsurugi, the owner of tech company Tsurugi Industies, who would give them a Grimoire in agreement that Gabriel would join the Affluent Society (rich people controlling the world club.) With the Grimoire and with the aid of Nooroo, the three would find the destroyed remains of the Order and locate the location of the Peacock.

Some years would go by, Emilie would use the Miraculous, becoming Peahen. Creating Adrien with the use of a power she was not ready for. Colt eventually used the Miraculous himself to create Felix, jealous that his family didn’t have an heir first. Jumping to a power that they were not trained for, both Emilie and Colt broke the Peacock in use, which started draining their life force. The two would die during Adrien and Felix’s childhoods, Gabriel shutting himself in his house trying to find a way to reverse the effect of the Peacock, and to bring his wife back from death.

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