#wincezam

[mutinymisser]

holy yaouri slop🕊️

[defectiveender]

Whatevevrgerrrr . Whateevr

[mangocurist]

haiiii have wincezam stargazing because i got bored in class

OUHHHHHH WINCEZAM MY WINCEZAMMKKKK HAHAHAGHASF ZAM LOOKS SO CONFUSED AND WEMMBUS SO SMUG FOR NONREASON😭😭😭😭 oh my Ggod inloveee uour uu zam design so much 😭😭😭 scorpion zam my beloved ...... also love the gold and ourple accessories they have to rep each other <3 most cutieful creatures on earth (they have about 10000 combined warcrimes between them and are both on the no fly list)

[mangocurist]

Suppers. Back with more insight on the toxic double date off. because that was the plan when i wrote that at like 3 am i wish i knew more about what i was thinking at the time but i dont.

for legal reasons i'll be calling uu zam Prince and Ls Zam gets well Zam and UU wemmbu gets Wemm and Ls wemmbu gets Bu

However, I picture it going a little like....

Wemm wanting to show prince the testing server and taking him only to find Bu and Zam fishing with a nice little picnic. (maybe an egg) all of them look at eachother with that one spiderman meme. I think of Zam trying to shield Bu as if he can do anything and Bu doing the same at the same time. And Wemm just laughs at them Because wow. Pathetic much?

FOR LEGAL REASONS IS CRAZY ... omg is fishing just zincewams default activity now 😭😭😭😭 jet and its fishing obsession istg /lh

hmmmmm while that would be fun to write, the thing is im sure zam could definitely do something and i dont think her first instinct would be to shield uu!wemm it would probably be to fight uu!zam because while ls!zams default instinct is to run, if she has enough resolve to kill someone (i.e. flame) she will not hesitate before going in for the kill. so it would maybe go like uu wemmbu tries to shield ls zam before she whips out a sword and immediately tries to stab uu zam LMAO. this certainly is fun to chew on tho... thank u for the extra inspo teehee

[mangocurist]

https://archiveofourown.org/series/4749919

okay thanks to popular demand all of my wincezam/zincewam works have now been reuploaded to ao3. there's some edits there for better flow or extra bits but it should overall be the same here and there

[mangocurist]

Hi hi hi thinking about winczam in the way of the 2 Zams meeting and the 2 Wemmbu meeting while on their own dates.... okay thank you bye <3

hiii hello good morning! oh my glob thats such a good idea ... Waaaaait no come back elaborate more with me on this one. @daylilie you come too

[mangocurist]

okay so writing a stupid little wincezam thing since i just finished rewatching wemmbu’s s5 orbital cannon arc lmao BUT

OKAY SO the premise is that ls!wemmbu exploits back onto uu whenever he needs to reset and cool off (eg. being farmed by ash). Basically focusing on all the lulls in between all the chaos on ls :)

thinking of structuring it like a 3+1 but idkkk we’ll see

tldr ls!wemmbu goes to find his toxic yaoi wife whenever he needs to think and scheme off lifesteal. They make each other infinitely worse

yeah thats basically it <3

OHHHHH YESSSS YESS YES YEAHHHHH YESSS OHHHHH FUCKNYEAHHHHHH. FUCK YWASS OH MY GOD IM SO GLAD TO LIVE IN A TIMELIEN WHERE WINCEZAM EXISTS 💥💥💥💥💥💥

thats actually so good... going to visit my toxic yaoi wife whenever i get tired of being murdered over and over

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hiiiiiii jet @jumped-for-the-yaoi @daylilie (idk which acc to tag so i just did both) . guess who decided to write wincezam (i fucking love that name so damn much can you Tell)

cw they do like makeout and wemmbu is implied to have a boner at some point? idk lol i wrote most of this in a rage last night while i was still post limited it hasnt been edited

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“Ugh. Dude, this is like, the third time this week, Wemmbu. Can you like, try and be a little more normal about me?” 

Zam rolls her eyes at him when his guards drag Wemmbu into the throne room, the clothes he'd borrowed (well, stolen, but on Lifesteal, there really wasn't much of a difference) from his doppelganger slightly stained with soot and redstone. 

Zam’s smiling as he looks down at Wemmbu, a brilliant light glowing from the sunny halo that encircles his head. He wants to rip it from Zam’s skull and use it to slit his throat— but Flamefrags is standing just a block away with a netherite sword, and while Wemmbu could probably survive it with the same exploits that got him on here in the first place, he'd really rather not reveal his hand immediately. 

Also, Zam’s rather nice to look at when he’s acting all confident like this. It makes Wemmbu wonder if he could've pushed his own Zam into acting a little more like this, if he just turned up the pressure a little more, pushed her buttons until she could no longer deny the blood on his hands.

Hm. Well, maybe not, on second thought. 

Wemmbu wasn’t sure if he liked that pacifist Zam who refused to raise her sword at any cost, but would send her guard dogs at any person who crossed her. At least this Zam was willing to get his hands dirty.

“You're— you're like, embarrassing yourself at this point. Seriously. Give it up, you're not gonna do anything with your… what was it? Orbital cannon? That’s a stupid name.” Zam blinks, one hand sweeping a strand of curly golden hair out of his eye, and stands up, walking closer and closer to Wemmbu until she stops right in front of him, motioning for Flamefrags and Manepear to leave them alone.

He's expecting the sword to his neck, sure, but the point of the blade pressing into his skin and the warm feeling of her fingers against his face, gently tracing the length of his cheek are unexpected variables— and, oh god, is that fucking perfume or blood? It smells like iron, so it could be either, but there’s also a tinge of some floral scent that he can’t quite place. Either way, Wemmbu shifts uncomfortably on the ground, silently hoping and willing Zam to come just a little closer. 

When she does, another unexpected thing happens. The sword falls to the ground, completely forgotten, as she settles on her knees, lowering herself to the same height as him. Oh, wow. It usually takes longer than this, but Wemmbu certainly won’t complain. “You are actually so stupid. Did you know that?”

To Wemmbu’s credit, he doesn't immediately jump forward and try to eat Zam’s face off. He’s not quite sure the prince-emperor would appreciate it if he ruined his makeup this early into the day. Then again, he did try to bomb the Prince Zam Empire earlier this morning, so surely she wouldn’t be too mad about her makeup compared to the attempted nuking? 

He doesn’t have to worry about that, though, because as it turns out, it’s Zam who ruins it first, yanking Wemmbu forward by his fitted shirt collar and smearing lipstick across his mouth as she cups the back of his head, teeth nibbling on his lower lip as he tries to wear down Wemmbu’s defences. At some point during the kiss Wemmbu thinks he can taste blood, and when he dares to look at Zam in the eye she’s grinning like the little yellow smiling freak she is. 

When Zam finally pulls away, Wemmbu is left practically reeling, glaring up at the prince who just smiles sweetly at him, pulling a handkerchief out of her pocket to dab at the blood staining her face. “You lost this time,” Zam says, then, as an addition, “And also twice before that. Three in a row is a pretty bad track record, dude.”

“Oh, shut up,” Wemmbu rolls his eyes. 

He’s about to say more— point out the fact that he’s never really actually won, because that would require him to level the Prince Zam Empire to the ground and honestly he doesn’t really want to do that, not if it means that Zam won’t be around to match him anymore; or maybe the fact that he hails from a server where murder is the norm and it would be so much easier than Zam thinks to shove a sword between his ribs, make him choke on a poisoned meal or gouge his eyes out with Wemmbu’s bare hands— but then Zam is sitting on his lap, soft, ungloved hands pulling his face down to level, and Wemmbu—

Well. It’s pretty hard to think with a prince in your lap. 

It’s harder (haha) for Wemmbu specifically because this isn’t just any prince, this is Zam, and his blood is still crusted at the corner of her lips where the handkerchief hadn’t reached, and it’s just difficult for him to do anything but stare up at Zam reverently.

“You’re the one who’s going to shut up,” Zam says, voice dripping with honey, and then he bites Wemmbu again, tongue darting out to lick away the blood before she’s on him again, practically trying to smother Wemmbu with the taste of his own ichor. He can honestly barely think with the weight of Zam in his lap and the feel of her touch on his face, but Wemmbu is a self-saboteur in the best of times and he thinks himself a comedian, so when Zam reaches behind him to undo the chains binding his hands, seemingly bored by his limited reciprocation, the first thing he does is reach into his inventory for a small stick of TnT and put it in his hotbar.

Zam doesn’t notice what he’s doing immediately, which is good, if a little worrying. Seriously, for someone who faces so many goddamn assassinations (and he would know! He’s been the attempted assassin no less than 28 times, and it’s been only a month or so since he’s found his way onto Unstable) she really has no sense of self-preservation when in the middle of a makeout session. 

Speaking of. Wemmbu snakes his hand underneath Zam’s shirt, revelling in the fact that she shivers at his touch. He traces along the flat planes of Zam’s back, then slowly inches his way back to the front of her shirt, and— oh, God. Is he not wearing a fucking—

Okay. Cool. Wemmbu has his hands on Zam’s boobs. That’s… cool. The prince doesn’t seem particularly nonplussed about it, either, he actually sounds quite happy about it, but this is a little bit too out of Wemmbu’s depth, and when he’s feeling a little bit out of his own depth, he makes stupid decisions.

He switches his hotbar item, and it takes only a second before Zam is wrenching himself away from Wemmbu, an unreadable expression on her face.

“Wemmbu,” Zam says slowly, as if she's sounding out his name. He blinks at her, trying to emulate that kicked puppy look that always worked on his Zam. It's a losing battle, but he figures he may as well try. At least he’ll look cute while dying with a sword stuck in his gut. Or maybe Zam will put it in his dick, which will look less cute, but it’ll be funnier, for sure. “Did you just try and put a stick of TnT up my shirt?”

“Well, I wasn’t actually going to do it, I think, but I kinda stopped thinking when I touched your boobs,” Wemmbu says, shrugging when Zam turns an almost murderous glare onto him. He sounds much more casual than he feels, still reeling a little from the unexpected experience. A little voice in his head mocks him for getting so riled up at touching boobs for the first time, and Wemmbu ignores it to try and face Zam properly. He’s going to pretend that TnT slipup was on purpose, starting now. “Give me a head start?” 

“You have ten seconds to get out of my sight,” Zam says, the rage in his voice practically palpable. Wemmbu laughs shakily, even as he stumbles his way out of the palace, weaving past each and every guard Zam sends running after him.

“Bye-bye, your highness!” He blows a kiss to Zam as he leaves, grinning when he notices the begrudgingly amused smile he sees her trying to hide. Hey, at least he didn’t fumble as spectacularly as that other him did. Speaking of which… he hadn’t framed his doppelganger in a while, had he?

Well. At least he had that to take his mind off things.

(Somewhere halfway across the world border, a different Wemmbu sneezes. “Please don’t tell me I’m about to be banned from another country.”)