I’ve been skimming through fluff fics lately, and a fun little realization popped up in my mind. It’s not often people talk about the downs in a potential relationship with the twst boys. For the sake of a more realistic perspective, I’ve got to ask. Who do you think is most likely to unintentionally hurt Yuu and why? - 🦐
Hello my shrimpy friend! So nice to hear from you, hope you're doing well. Fan fic in general isn't very focused on portraying the negative parts of a relationship because it's a form of escapism. People don't necessarily want to picture themselves in a bad spot in a relationship if they already are in one in real life, yk?
That being said making mistakes is part of any relationship so I do have some thoughts! They/them used for Yuu as always, this is angst so proceed with care.
Azul- he doesn't have the healthiest mental framework surrounding friendships, and you do need to be friends with your SO to have a solid relationship. An actual relationship with Yuu would probably have a bumpy start as you two try to feel out what the dynamic is actually supposed to be. Take it slow and everything will be fine, but there might be some hurt feelings along the way. And a lot of assumptions from other people about your relationship that don't help either of you.
LEONA- he's a rude ass bitch who doesn't have great manners I am so sorry to this man. To be fair though I think a lot of that rudeness would be something that would take place before the actual relationship, because I firmly believe if it's pointed out to Leona by his partner that he has communication issues he's more than willing to work on that with them. He would be a good boyfriend! It's just all the conversations up to the actual going out that's painful and might ruin what he wants before he actually gets it.
Riddle- so I don't think Riddle's treatment of Yuu is what might hurt them exactly, his issues as always have to do with his mother. He needs to figure out exactly how he wants to deal with his childhood trauma and his adult relationship with her, but that's going to take a lot of time and personal growth. Mrs. Rosehearts seems like the type to try and continue running her son's life after he graduates so I can't see her treating Riddle's partner well. Going no contact with an emotionally abusive parent is really hard for their children to do, Riddle needs love and support but the journey can be emotionally draining for the person giving that support.
Sebek- again with the family thing. His parents sound like wonderful people but his Grandfather seems to only like his grandchildren because they're half fae and still actively hates his son in law. I can't see him treating Yuu any better, which I could see being very draining since Sebek and his grandpa are very close. It could also be a chance for Baul to change a bit, which would be nice.
Cater and Idia- I'm making them share a spot because similarly to Leona I think the major hurts would be caused pre-relationship, but unlike him I don't see their communication issues as being something that would affect the relationship in the same way going forward. Cater has a lot of insecurities and can be a bit shallow, but he is a good friend so once he accepts Yuu as a safe space to speak openly and honestly I don't see them as having too many issues. Idia is also shown to be very open and honest with Ortho, his self hatred, temper, and inferiority/superiority complex just get in the way of him letting anyone else in.
In general, a lot of the twst guys have communication issues which is something people can work through, but would still cause some pain. Something to think about I suppose σ( ̄、 ̄=)
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Friends and Family #02
Thranduil yawned and leaned back against a fallen tree trunk. Yellowing leaves shivered around him, covering the lightly forested hill with a golden glow. Hithundil, nestled comfortably in his lap, leaned against him. She nuzzled her nose into his neck.
“We should do this more often,” She murmured, her lips tickling his skin.
He wrapped his arms around her waist. “What?” He chuckled. “Hike three miles and eat peanut butter sandwiches?”
She snorted. “Get out into nature. Everything’s so busy in the city, even the parks, but out here it’s so calm. Just us and the wide world for miles and miles. I can’t believe we stopped doing this in the first place.”
“Yeah,” he whispered into her hair. “No one around. We could get up to anything.” He shifted suggestively and slipped a hand under her t-shirt.
“We could,” She murmured back, nibbling his ear.
Before they got any further, a child’s shriek filled the air. Nine-year-old Legolas ran out from behind the pile of boulders he went to investigate after losing interest in his lunch. He sprinted between the trees and over to his parents, another bird feather sticking out of one of his braids. The adults untangled themselves and hastily packed away the remnants of the meal, tidying up the spot so they could head out now that the child was ready to go.
“Mommy, Daddy!” He called, his hands a flurry of motion and his little backpack bouncing around his shoulders. “I met a princess!”
“A princess!” Thranduil repeated with clear shock as he pulled the shoulder straps tight on his pack. “What was she doing all the way out here?”
Legolas slid to a stop, chest heaving with excitement. “The evil king captured the prince she loves and we have to save him and defeat the king, then the princess can rule and everyone will be happy!”
“A quest,” Hithundil laughed, pointing down the path. “Lead on!”
They walked along, taking in the scenery as Legolas described what the magical landscape truly looked like—with occasional suggestions from his parents. Around them, the slender aspens transformed into ancient spruces covered in moss. Beetles became little fairies that guarded all growing things and butterflies their counterparts that were captured and transformed by the evil king, who now possessed magical powers and stood nearly fifty feet tall (taller than the actual aspens they still walked through). His dad offered him a piece of his leftover sandwich every time the meandering path that only he could see brought him back to his parents.
They reached a wide meadow, dotted with autumn flowers and busy bees. Hesitating at the edge, the child surveyed the land, warning his parents that this was just the kind of place for a trap. Couldn’t they see the boiling, steaming hot springs that released a sulfuric haze too? Those were very obvious.
Thranduil looked at Hithundil, grinned, and then walked out into the meadow. Just as the other two began to follow, he whirled around dramatically and said, “I am a servant of the Dark King! I see your intentions and shall not let you pass these feil wastelands.”
Legolas gasped and grabbed his mother’s hand. “Daddy! No!” He cried.
Thranduil chuckled and stepped forward. “I’m coming to get you.”
Both elves whose wills were not suddenly bound to the Dark Lord turned and ran back into the trees. The thrall, as Legolas now referred to his father with mock tears, shook his fist at them but dared not leave the meadow.
“We have to save Daddy,” The child said bravely, hiding behind a tree.
His mother nodded seriously. She did not want to lose her husband today. “I have an idea.”
His face lit up and he bounced with excitement. “What?”
She looked him up and down. “Are you ready to face danger like you’ve never imagined?”
“Yes!”
“It might not work and we’ll all be captured and imprisoned by the king,” She cautioned.
“We can’t leave Daddy here,” He insisted.
“Alright,” She said, glancing around her own tree. Thranduil was now sitting in the wildflowers, idly picking apart a blade of switchgrass. “I can free him from the spell if you go out there and distract him.”
Legolas nodded and dropped his backpack. It landed noisily on the soft ground because of all the rocks he’d picked up along the way.
“Are you ready?”
He nodded more vigorously this time, his hands joining in too.
“Go!”
He sprinted out of the tree cover. He ran past, just out of reach as Thranduil scrambled to his feet, hot on his tail. Legolas dodged twice more before an arm slipped around his chest and swung him up into the air. The boy screamed in delight as he was thrown up and over his father’s shoulder.
“No!” He cried, suddenly remembering that this was no longer the elf he knew but a servant of Evil.
“Ha ha!” Thranduil chuckled, untying one of the little shoes so he could tickle Legolas’s foot and make him squirm. “I shall take you to my master as soon as I finish questioning you and find your companion.”
He was, for all intents and purposes—that is, for the imaginary game they played—completely oblivious to Hithundil creeping up behind him. She held a finger over her mouth to remind the laughing child to not say anything. He was, at present, too distracted by the tickling to say anything intelligible.
“Tell me your secrets,” Thranduil demanded gently as he pulled off the other shoe.
“Aha!” Hithundil cried, grabbing his arm and spinning him around. She pulled him down to meet her.
Legolas laughed; Thranduil gasped, frozen in place; and Hithundil planted a kiss on her husband’s open mouth, holding his face between her hands to make sure couldn’t escape.
When they pulled apart, he exhaled and said, “Why, what a strange dream.” Then, looking at his son, “Oh! Legs, what are you doing on my shoulder?”
“You were captured by the King but Mommy saved you,” He explained, wiggling down.
“Well, thank you both for getting me back. I wouldn’t want to be tied to that horrible wizard for all eternity!”
It was Hithundil’s turn to laugh at them. She handed Legolas his backpack, which she’d thoughtfully brought from their hiding spot so it couldn’t get lost. It was his favorite backpack after all, with cartoon drawings of a little blond elf in a green tunic. He slipped his arms through the straps eagerly, ready to continue their journey.
“Let’s go!”
“Wait,” Hithundil said before he could dash off. She pointed at the discarded shoes. “You need to put those on first.”
He looked down at his sock-covered toes and gave them a little wiggle. “Do I have to?” He asked.
She looked over at Thranduil and raised her eyebrows in a question.
He shrugged and said, “You can’t go running around in your socks. That’ll put holes in them. So, you can put your shoes on, or you can take your socks off.”
Legolas thought about it for a moment, then plopped himself down to pull off the socks. He offered them up to his father, who took them and stuffed them into a pocket. Hithundil picked up the red shoes. She unzipped the main pocket of Thranduil’s pack and dropped them in.
“Ready?” The child asked, barefoot and nearly dancing with excitement.
His parents looked at each other, mildly baffled by how much energy he had still. “Let’s go!” They said together.
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love the guy assigned to my case at the “help you get a job” program. i have exactly 2 modes. 1) procrastinating until the absolute last minute. And 2) guess I will complete months worth of work that is also due at the end of the year in exactly 3 days of non-stop effort. You can basically flip a coin as to which approach my brain will decide to take for any given task.
so yeah I have a job now. and my poor case manager dude is like “wait. no. that was so fast. it’s been one week. you did how many interviews? and you picked...this one. the one that is not like anything you have done before and also was not on the “jobs I think would work out for me” list that we made?”
and he was scrambling like “accommodations. training. oh god. um. do i need to talk to your employers?” and getting more anxious when I was like “no i think I have it covered.” like i am sorry bro but i know that my vibes in person are like “quiet forgetful autistic person who can pass for either a high school student or a grandma at any moment” and this does not inspire confidence, but I am actually pretty independent once someone gives me a little push to start a thing.
also...dude you have my job history. winter sports area general worker (concessions, ticket sales, renting ski/snowshoe equipment, managing cross-country trails, monitoring the tube hill, etc.). family restaurant hostess (basically every role in the place except a cook). person selling fireworks out of tent for all of July while also living in a smaller tent behind the shipping crate filled with things that go boom. call center customer service rep handling 4 different clients that range from crafts and home decor to incontinence products and super expensive furniture. freelance dog-sitting with clients ranging from “rich couple who wants me to let their elderly cockapoos out twice a day for $50 bucks a pop in a house with a basement theater” to “i’ll give you $10 a day to exercise and feed the 3 huskies in our small apartment also they can jump higher than you are tall and scream louder than you thought possible.” bro we added a whole “volunteer experience” section to my resume because I wrote grants and worked with an environmental group to restore native bluebirds to the community and volunteered at the community table and the animal shelter and the library. like i have done lots of things that are not really connected at all. someone says “hey do you think you could do this?” and I am suddenly living out of a tent for a month googling “what the fuck is a crossette?” i once ended up in Memphis for 2 months doing volunteer construction work in the aftermath of a hurricane because my cousin didn’t want to go alone and everyone was like “oh we know someone who goes with the flow so hard.”
so you better believe i told you “oh i don’t know, maybe a receptionist position would be nice” and then applied to every local job known to god and then a few extra and took the first one to say “cool can you start next week?” i know i did not give off “I will try anything at least once if you ask me fast and then go ‘great!’ before I can process what i agreed to” vibes while sitting in your office in my colorful leggings, grandma sweaters and animal hats while not making eye contact and talking about how lovely my nephew is and how much I enjoy quiet time alone and gardening and i struggle with a poor memory and navigating social interactions. but i know you proofread my resume my guy. you asked questions about all these things except the construction thing because i actually forgot to mention that actually which is good because then i might have had to mention the cult involvement that i wasn’t aware of until i was stuck on-site but it all worked out so no sweat. still, i am glad that he is concerned by my “out of the blue” spontaneity. it’s kind of his job to help people settle into jobs that they can handle, and I also know that I would realistically need more assistance from him if I wasn’t so good at adapting on the fly due to my bad habit of saying “sure, I can do that” to literally anything. also my new job is honestly pretty tame, so i am not sure what he is freaking out about. i should really not mention some of the other jobs i spontaneously applied for before accepting this one. like..my friend...i could be working in a bridal shop. i could be training to install and repair vending machines or decorating cakes or delivering medical equipment. i applied for a job that was literally “window production.” none of these are actually as wild as that time I spent 2 months with a religious cult doing manual labor and living out of an abandoned, half-destroyed school building because my cousin talked me into it. i had to watch a dramatic reenactment of the crucifixion of Jesus on my very first night that brought the whole gymnasium of strangers to wild, howling tears while I was awkwardly clapping my hands as my cousin sobbed incoherently into my shoulder. i once dog-sat a bluetick coonhound for 2 weeks in the dead of winter, and the snow if his yard was so high that he was able to jump the fence and book it down the street. i had to chase him through knee-high snow for over an hour before he stopped to sniff a bemused old lady long enough for me to catch him. i once had a customer at the restaurant rail at me for a good twenty minutes because she was absolutely sure that we did serve pineapple upside down cake and i was just withholding this dessert from her, specifically. the bar for “jobs I would apply for” is so low that I actually thought “well as long as nobody spits in my face, pukes on me consistently, or shanks me in the kidney again I could probably do anything.” although to be fair to my case manager i did not mention those things to him (except the pineapple upside down cake lady because I mention her all the time, i am still pissed off about that situation). also, my sister was actually the one to have a dog wake her up in the middle of the night only to puke directly into her mouth, but I watched it go down, so the psychic trauma of witnessing that still exists.
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