heyyy, everybody! you can just call me maddix, im eighteen and i go by all pronouns. im just an amateur writer who enjoys writing whatever random shit that pops up in my head <3
โญ.แ_ requests are open! โ i like writing mostly angst or primarily dark themes, but i don't mind stepping out of my comfort zone to write fluff. but if there is something i am uncomfortable with i will let you know.
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this was a crackship that i thought of a long time ago and had long abandoned the fic i intended for them, but maybe thereโs a small chance i would get back into it. who knows? nonetheless, i hope yโall enjoy <3
โญ.แ_ black sheep would be their ship name because it represents them as characters, and how theyโre portrayed as an outcast within their respective families. (jason w/ the batfamily and toji w/ the zenin clan)
โญ.แ_ black sheep, from what i believe, hated each other in the beginning; only to end up becoming lovers or best friends later on.
โญ.แ_ black sheep constantly fluctuates between labels because they tend to switch between tolerance or disdain for each another at the drop of a dime.
โญ.แ_ black sheep, however, is still a slow burn, in which, both parties would be intimidated at the thought of getting emotionally attached to someone. whether that be romantically or platonically.
โญ.แ_ black sheep has moments where they can be snarky or joke around one another, and possibly let down their walls, albeit minimally.
โญ.แ_ black sheep, under the cover of moonlight, can just be Toji and Jason, not Toji Zenin and Red Hood.
โญ.แ_ black sheep, despite facing different experiences, could both relate to one another.
โญ.แ_ black sheep is not perfect in any shape or form, and they probably know that, too. however, that fact is also comforting to them.
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ivan could feel his body deteriorating with each day becoming more difficult. he knew that he was going to die soon and, albeit selfishly or rashly, he wanted till to look at him one last time.
im not a top-tier writer in any shape or form, but here we are! nonetheless, i hope you enjoy <3
word count : 782
It has been so long since Ivan could breathe clearly. So long, in fact, he wonders if that time truly existed. A time, in which, he didn't harbor this vast love for Till.
Each day Ivan has to hunch over, blood and blue roses clawing up his throat and spewing from his lips in various clumps. Each day, hoping for this heaviness to go away and constantly being left to wonder if Till would ever love him back.
But then again, who could ever love someone like Ivan? More so, Till for that matterโฆ
Blue roses; a symbol of the unattainable, mysterious, and impossible. A representation of a rare love that can also be perceived as something unique, profound, or unrequited.
Blue roses, what a fitting flower for someone like Ivanโฆ 'So, fitting', Ivan couldn't help but think as his lungs burned; his senses overwhelmed as the wind whipped around him and rain pounded against his skin; and as Till looked up at him.ย
Disgust. Confusion. Surprise. Resignation?
There were so many emotions he expressed that Ivan had yet to identify. Emotions always being an enigma he had yet to solve; but even though, he didn't understand them he knew they took part in his reckless decisions.
Similarly, to now.
Ivan had felt his body breaking down for awhile; his lungs filled to the brim with thorns, roots, and royal blue petals. All of which, ready to bloom and suffocate him to death.ย
Ivan has long accepted his fate, ever since he first laid his eyes on Till's teal green irises. He doesn't know how he survived this long, or how he was able to hide it as well as he did; but he knew that his time has come.
Ivan didn't know why he followed Till outside of Anakt High. Nor, did Ivan know why he felt the need to kiss Till so abruptly; but, he did notice how his heart churned as soon as he felt Till shove him off.
Till's eyes lingered on Ivan; sporadic, as his hand lingered in the area around his lips. Though his face circulated with emotions, one dominated all the rest; one that Ivan was beyond familiar with.
Anger.
Till's breathing started to become quick and shallow, eyes fixed on Ivan through the soaked tresses of his light gray hair.
But that was what Ivan wanted, what he needed to feel like he mattered. To feel like heย meantย something to Till even if that was through hate or love. Ivan's heart yearned in regret more than sorrow. Enveloped by a searing pain more than the branches tearing him apart.
This tumultuous endeavor of chasing for love, one that abused him and left him in heartache was long and possibly insignificant. But as Ivan stared into teal green eyes, he wouldn't be anywhere else. Even though, Till didn't love him, he was glad to be able to love Till.
No matter how shallow or parasitic his love was he would experience this and every moment beforehand a thousand-times over.
Ivan clutched his throat as he collapsed to the ground. His knees hitting the wet pavement, throat scratchy and raw as he let out a wet cough. Blood splattered below as its crimson essence started to drip from his mouth.
"Ivan!"
He glanced up to see that any ounce of anger left his face, replaced by worry. Till reached out towards him, but was still cemented in place, as if hesitant to be any closer towards him.
Ivan hacked up more blood, his ears were ringing, as his hands started to feel clammy. He felt the branches creeping up his throat before vomiting a small puddle of reds and blues. With blurry eyes he looked down, witnessing a complete blue rose. Wobbly hands clutched the blood-soaked blossom to his chest.ย
Till's voice was drowned out by the rain as Ivan started to feel more lightheaded. The branches were limiting his breathing as his lungs felt like they were going to burst. Black spots were sprouting in his vision, yet he still held the flower gently.
For the blooms that kills him, he cherishes. As they are symbolic of the relationship between him and Till, a reminder of what Ivan could never have. Looking up, Ivan could see the panic in Till's eyes as he yelled desperately; however, his words did not register. Their eyes met and Ivan couldn't help but smile; the motion being unnatural and awkward to enact. Even so, it didn't stop it from being genuine compared to the performative ones he uses among his peers.
As Ivan's lungs filled with blue roses he finally closed his eyes, letting the darkness take him.
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