Another fanfic ;)
Yeah…another one. This one can be blamed on me finally watching The Gifted series and being inspired to write a mutant inspired fanfic with my favorite couple.
So this fanfic is going to be a lot higher stakes than most of the other ones so people will die…specifically by Huey's hands which will be so fun to write so be warned: Graphic acts of violence and sexual interactions.
So yeah…I hope you enjoyed it!
Chapter 1: But I'm a Cheerleader!
Practice was rough but Jazmine liked it that way, well she didn't love sweat with its smell and its frankly disgusting sticky residue it left on her skin but she absolutely relished in the adrenaline rush. Her heart pumping energy into her body like a well oiled machine, she has felt invincible throughout most of her life but in these moments she felt untouchable.
She's been an athlete since birth; ballet and dance in general since she could walk, gymnastics since she was three, tennis since she was seven, track and volleyball since she was eleven, and of course cheerleading as soon as she stepped foot onto the grounds of this high school. Her room is filled to the brim with trophies, medals, and ribbons mostly gold although she wasn't bragging.
Jazmine simply just belonged in moments like this whether sprinting in a hundred meter race or, in moments exactly like this, flying high in the sky propelled by the hands of teenage girls with a gigantic patented cheerleader smile pasted on her face.
This truly is the life
She laid down on her back on the artificially green grass of the football field, arms and legs stretched far apart so her sticky limbs and sweat soaked baby pink gym wear wouldn't touch and her copper curls spread out like a halo on the grass.
Her breathing was harsh but there was still a content smile on her lips, her jade colored eyes gazed dreamily up at the sky. It was nearing six p.m so the sun was starting to set. It caused the sky to be painted a stunning mixture of blues, pinks, and oranges. It was dazzling.
"Hey Jazzy you good?" a pretty blonde girl in powder blue asked her, Jessica - Jessica Edwards she remembered now as her head got less fuzzy.
"Yeah." Jazmine answered, "I just want to relax here for a second."
"Okay, suit yourself, remember the party at the lake tonight." Jazmine gave a small thumbs up and Jessica jogged away with the entirety of the cheerleading team, "Starbucks on me everybody!" The rest of the girls cheered, finally leaving her to silence.
While laying there Jazmine allowed her mind to race, during practice while she was doing flips and tricks in the air and on people's hands she had to keep her mind clear from any distractions that could lead to a broken leg or wrist for her or for the other girls on the team so she took the time to relish these moments to let her, in Huey's words, squirrel brain run wild.
Of course her mind first went to food, her parents were big shot lawyers so they didn't really have the time to cook dinner. Both of them were probably huddled in their offices eating Chinese takeout or pre packaged sandwiches so dinner always falls to her. She had become quite the little chef in her six years of cooking for herself, she definitely couldn't make a large meal since she would be bloated and sleepy so it would have to be something light but she'd rather die than make a salad, she wasn't interested in rice, and the thought of pasta made her stomach turn, so a dinner sandwich it is.
But what ingredients? She bit her lip and scrunched up her brows, this was always the hardest part. She loved tuna melts but she was still paranoid of her breath smelling like fish even after vigorous brushing. Grilled cheese was nice but basic, so like always she settled on italian deli meat although she could spice it up with chicken.
She saw the ingredients come together; bacon, prosciutto, chicken, tomatoes, lettuce, american cheese-
"Are you daydreaming over food again?"
Shocked at the sudden intrusion she bit her lip hard, drawing blood. Her vision cleared up from the vision of a very aesthetically pleasing sandwich only to see her best friend since she was ten years old leaning over her - his dark afro entirely blocking out the sun like an eclipse. His dark russet eyes seemingly glared at her even though she knew he wasn't it didn't help that his lips were set in that oh so familiar scowl.
Jazmine licked the blood off her lip and frowned. "You suck."
"Yeah you tell me that often, it honestly just glides off like water on a duck's back now." Huey quipped, he reached out a firm hand out to her and she took it, twisting her body to a somewhat normal position. Huey dragged her up onto her feet as if she weighed less than a feather.
While she patted off all the possible strands of grass and ants on her butt all the while she mocked his, what she would call his emo voice, simultaneously deepening and adding a ridiculous amount of gravel in her voice. "Water off a duck's back."
"How many times do I have to tell you that I don't sound like that?"
"Oh trust me I still haven't believed this was your real voice since you got it."
He raised a single eyebrow, "Got it?"
She picked up her gym bag and slung it over her shoulder. "Yes, got it, you sound like Batman if he had a cold and I'm supposed to believe it's real."
"Blame puberty, not me." He shrugged.
"Puberty or trying to sound cool for girls?" she questioned. It was still weird seeing girls trail after Huey even with the added foot of height, broadening shoulders, filling in of muscles, and (obviously) the deepening of voice, of course he never reciprocate those feelings (mostly because the girls of their school and town in general were white) still 'Huey the ladies man' did not have a good ring to it.
"I think we both know the girls of Woodcrest are not my type."
She started walking and he followed her, his extremely long legs easily keeping up with her. "Maybe your tall and super smart nubian queen will pop up in Woodcrest on a black stallion to save you."
"I've been waiting for her for a long time. I doubt she's coming for me anymore."
She smiled up at him. "So I guess you're stuck with me then."
"Yeah I guess," Huey slung his arm over her shoulder before quickly retracting it, nose wrinkling in disgust "You really need to shower."
"You suck Huey." she snorted as she punched his shoulder.
She managed to only use fifteen minutes to shower and get dressed because Huey was such a stickler about time. She even dressed up more casually today because she drove to school with him.
She took a minute to admire how she looked in the simple jean skirt and even simpler white top. She cocked her head to the side, her coppery curls tumbling down, maybe she should wear white more often? It definitely brought out the angel in her.
Huey was waiting in the school parking space he leaned casually on his frankly piece of shit black Toyota Corolla. He acknowledged her existence with a nod and opened the passenger car door for her.
"Where's Riley?" She asked slightly out of breath.
"He got a ride home from a friend." He stated plainly.
She slipped in tossing both her gym bag and backpack on the backseat while he got in the driver's side and started the car but not before sneaking out a bag of potato chips from her stache.
"I still don't know why you still have this car, it's junk on wheels." she said obnoxiously crunching on her chips.
"How many times do I have to tell you I don't have the money to waste it on a car and for the millionth time stop eating chips in the car, you never clean it up."
"Because you yell at me when I touch anything."
"Your idea of 'touching' is painting your toenails on the dashboard."
She shot him an icy glare. "That only happened one time."
"One time is all it takes for a car crash to happen for you to shatter every bone in your spine."
Jazmine cringed at the morbid image. "Oh please, you drive the speed limit."
"Not everyone does." he shrugged nonchalantly.
"This is the suburbs, everyone drives the speed limit."
He gave her an admonishing sideways glance. "You ever wonder if this attitude of yours is the reason you still don't have a car."
"That's a low blow Freeman you know that old hag had it out for me."
"That 'old hag' was at most forty years old and you failed your drivers test four times."
"Okay Mr. Perfect." she snorted.
"Not Mr. Perfect at most, just Mr. Better Than You."
"...how have you never been shoved in a locker before?"
Huey shrugged. "I'm 6 '4, the lockers can't fit me."
She nodded, "And you're like black MMA Jesus."
At that Huey actually chuckled, "Thanks for the compliment but that's John Jones."
"Oh look you can be humble, I didn't think that was possible." she lightly patted his shoulder.
"It's not arrogant to be confident in your abilities."
"You've gone beyond being arrogant."
"This coming from the girl who takes two hours to get dressed in the morning?"
"Exactly, I know the mind of an egomaniac through and through. I see you." she made a two fingered gesture and jabbed it towards his face.
"Ha Ha." He laughed dryly.
"Oh yeah before I forget you're coming to the party in the woods tonight." she said it casually.
"Party in the middle of the woods at night? Not interested, some idiot is going to get drunk and set the whole place on fire."
"Oh come on in a couple years we'll be in college, let's enjoy it."
"Oh yeah college, a place famously known for no partying." he glanced in her direction, mockingly, "How will you ever live?"
"Don't be a smartass."
"Physically impossible."
"Be that as it may, I wasn't asking a question, you are coming."
He raised an eyebrow, "Oh am I?"
"Yes you are."
"Can I at least negotiate?"
"Nope," she said purposefully popping the 'p' just to annoy him, "so be ready at ten and wear something that brings out the color of your eyes."
"Brown?"
"No russet." she said it as if it was just a fact of life.
"Oh so spicy brown then?" he quipped as he parked his car next to her driveway and in front of the stunningly made white Georgian manor.
She turned her head to face him, her delicate hand cupped his cheek, "...stop pooping on my party Huey."
He scrunched up his face. "Stop being so gross Jazmine."
"I'll try and you better pick me up at ten." she tugged her bags up from the backseat and exited the car shutting the door closed, "Toodles!"
Huey showed her the middle finger before driving ten feet to his house's driveway that was a carbon copy of her own house and all the houses in the neighborhood. She laughed softly before turning on her heels to her own house.
Her parents weren't home but that was a surprise to absolutely no one. She checked her watch - 6:30, she dropped her bags on the living room sofa and began to busy herself in the kitchen.
Unlike what she would tell Huey she was not a natural in the kitchen, the first time she made eggs she set her shirt on fire, and the next few times she burnt herself, it took her an entire month for her to make eggs that she was proud of and it not get any easier from there but like every other thing Jazmine put her mind to, she stuck to it and dominated.
Now at sixteen she was quite the little chef and she took great pride in it. She struggled to keep a grin off his face whenever she watched people try her food and then failed when they complimented her skills - even Huey couldn't pretend not to love it.
Which is why she was practically glowing as she stared down at the world's best sandwich complimented by a perfectly chilled diet coke. She sighed contently, life really couldn't get any better than this.
She strolled over back to the living room and turned on the TV. Her dad definitely had the remote last because it was already on the news channel and like every time the news was on they were yelling about something. This time it was apparently about mutants which wasn't really surprising. Mutants are the hottest of hot button issues, Jazmine hated the news but even she couldn't escape the constant inundation of mutant news.
In Michigan a mutant did this, in California a group of mutants did that, new mutant law enacted in freaking Idaho, blah blah blah. She honest to god did not know what the big deal was, sure a part of the human population could shoot lasers from their eyes but those people are a spec in an already tiny group of people. Mutants were less than 0.00001% of the world population (she got that from a textbook once).
Jazmine inherited her parents' thoughts on mutants which was a solid 'Why can't we all just get along?' Most of friends also adopted the same ambivalent attitude, except from Huey who is a staunch mutants rights activist, she was surprised he had time to be an excellent student between the protests, crowdfunding, and lecturing everyone in his vicinity.
She changed it to Netflix and quickly picked something interesting enough so she would watch it yet boring enough so she wouldn't become attached to it after all she still had to go to a party.
At eight she was done eating and ready to get on to the real meat of the matter, looking beautiful.
Jazmine was descended from two long lines of ridiculously good looking people and although she got the majority of her looks from her paternal side of the family, she had the unusual Louisiana creole coloring of honey colored skin, copper curls, and jade green eyes but her figure was the perfect and unlikely blend between the seductive Dubois curves and waifish Quinn figure. In summary she had the body people paid for, she doesn't care how arrogant it sounded it was true.
It was a keg party in the woods so she definitely wouldn't bust out the Alaïa or Versace but she has never stooped low enough to buy something off the rack so she settled on Blumarine, a simple denim skirt and top would do, she wasn't Beyonce.
At nine she was fresh out of the shower smelling like roses and with her skin looking like liquid gold. A text popped up on her phone - it was Huey.
~ Don't take too long getting dressed.
She rolled her eyes and started to type rapidly.
~ Stop being dramatic I'm never late
She was late. Fifteen minutes late but in her defense her eyeliner was being really tricky.
She half ran half walked to Huey who, like always, was leaning judgmentally on his car.
"Don't say it, I know."
"I doubt it." he said while opening the door for her.
"Hey I'm sorry girls have to put actual effort into how we look. We don't have the luxury of just throwing on a t-shirt and jeans and calling it a day."
"Don't try to turn this back on me, you were fifteen minutes late."
"And technically that's an improvement on the last time."
"Should we throw a party?"
"Where's Riley?" she ignored his snide remark.
"Right here." Jazmine jumped at the voice coming from the backseat and nearly broke her neck to see Huey's little brother slouching in the backseat with a stupid shit eating grin on his face.
"Damn Jazzy, you scare easy."
"Riley how many times am I gonna have to tell you not to do that!"
"I'll stop when it stops being funny."
"So never." Huey added.
"Exactly." Riley agreed.
These were the moments you could tell that they were brothers, when they were working together to make fun of her although it's not like you couldn't tell just by looking at them, they practically had the same face. The same handsome razor sharp features, the same hooked nose, the same gorgeous and angry russet brown eyes, they could be and have been mistaken as twins though the two insist they looked nothing alike.
"Who invited you to the party anyway?"
Riley shrugged, "Some white bitch."
"You gotta be specific, there are too many white bitches to count."
"I don't know, she was blonde."
"...what about being specific that you do not understand?" Huey asked deadpan.
"Hey we're going to be late, can we go now?"
"How can you be late to a party in the woods?"
"I don't know you were the one who's a stickler for time apparently."
Huey opened his mouth before closing it instead choosing instead to start the car.
"Damn nigga fight back."
"Riley shut the fuck up."
Woodcrest, like all other gated communities, was pretty secluded and was bordered by woods filled to the brim with strong oak trees that were usually silent except for the wind blowing through trees and crickets and of course the sound of teenagers throwing a rager.
Some Drake song was blasting but somehow the sound of teenagers talking and laughing were even louder. Jazmine could see the bodies of her schoolmates illuminated by the several large bonfires they surrounded even in her vantage point several hundred feet away.
"That is a fire hazard." she heard Huey grumble under his breath.
"Huey, please have some fun for once."
"I have fun."
"Reading isn't fun."
"See this is why fourteen percent of the American population can't read."
Her face settled into a familiar frown and her voice became firmer than usual. "Huey."
He sighed in resignation. "Fine I'll have 'fun'"
Her face blossomed into a much more comfortable smile. "Yay!"
"Y'all some bitch ass niggas." Riley snarked
"Shut up Riley." Huey and Jazmine spoke at the same time, they glanced at each other before exiting the car.
She should have worn a jacket, it was freezing cold but a jacket would have ruined the outfit. She tried to ignore the shivering but like always Huey noticed.
"You're cold." he stated it like it was a fact, like he knew without a doubt that he was right.
She quickly denied it. "I'm not."
"Liar."
She switched gears. "It's not even that cold."
"You look like you have hypothermia."
"You're exaggerating." she muttered through chattering teeth.
"You know that you're extra sensitive to the cold, why aren't you wearing a jacket?"
"Okay calm down dad."
Huey narrowed his eyes, "Don't be a brat."
"I'm not being a brat." she said very brattish.
"Here, wear my jacket." he said tugging off the worn brown leather jacket.o
"I'm fine."
"Jazmine," his voice was stern with a heavy tone of finality. "Put on the jacket."
There would be no negotiating or asking or pleading, it was obvious to both of them that she was going to do what he wanted. He usually never talked to her like that, at least not anymore when they were kids he would demand her to follow his orders and for whatever reason she always did what he said.
Jazmine trudged reluctantly towards him but it was mostly for show no matter how she pouted she still took his jacket and shrugged it on, her mood got worse as she internally relished in the warmth that comforted her.
"Don't you feel better?"
Her face dropped. "Do you have to be so condescending?"
He shrugged. "I'm not condescending, I'm just right."
For not the first time in the sixteen years she's known him she wanted to throttle him, she was always the first to defend him from people who, sometimes - okay most of the times, didn't like him. She was the first and only person in line to spout his long list of virtues but she was also the one who had to deal with him and his need to be right most of the time.
She knew he was right and she knew the pit of irritation forming in her stomach was just a build up from the many other times he got on her nerves, she could totally compartmentalize it but god she wanted to kick him in the dick.
"You suck Huey." was all she could mutter up before she turned on her heels and started to walk off.
"Jazmine don't run off."
She wasn't running off, she was just tactically retreating so his dick wouldn't be severely injured.
"Five minutes!" She shouted out their PG-13 version of a safe word, it was decided when they were thirteen after a huge blowout fight that they would take five minutes away from each to cool down so they wouldn't be at each other's throats.
It was obvious that she used it the most out of the two.
"Are you serious?"
"Five minutes!" she repeated.
"Fine but only five."
"That's why I said it!" she shouted over her shoulder and stomped away further in the woods and away from the crowd so she didn't have to talk to anyone while recuperating.
She was overreacting, she knew that but she already dug her heels in and no matter how childish she was acting but she refused to go back to him before the five minutes were up.
She checked her phone, just four more minutes.
"Hey Jazmine! Wait up!"
Jazmine stopped her aimless walking and turned to face whoever was calling out to her.
Tall, shaggy blonde hair, and a frankly adorable dimple in his left cheek, Jazmine smiled although weakly - it was Jackson. She wasn't really close to him but they ran in similar circles with her being a cheerleader and him being a baseball player and all, they've talked a few times but usually in a group setting.
Her stomach felt queasy at the thought of talking to anyone right now and she cursed at Huey in her mind for ruining her party mood but Jazmine as a DuBois was nothing but polite.
"Hey Jackson, funny seeing you around here."
"There's never a party that I'm not at." he laughed and she awkwardly chuckled alongside him.
"You want a drink?" He asked, offering her a red solo cup of nondescript beer.
She took it but had no intention of drinking it, she made it a rule not to drink whatever teenage boys give her. "So how's baseball been?"
Jackson snorted, "I get that we haven't talked a lot but please don't pull out the estranged relative questions."
Jazmine smiled, a real one this time, "Yeah sorry I'm just feeling awkward tonight."
"Is it because of Huey?"
She raised an eyebrow and he quickly added on to his question.
"I may have heard your…conversation with him."
"Oh."
"Yeah." he awkwardly took a sip of his own beer. "I really don't like that guy."
"Huey?" she questioned.
"Yeah he's always angry about something or another." he shrugged nonchalantly and Jazmine felt the hair on her neck bristle.
"He's just passionate about stuff, what's wrong with that?" she questioned a lot harsher than she expected.
Jackson held up his hands in some sort of 'I come in peace' gesture that really just served to piss her off more. "I'm sorry just don't bite my head off."
"Yeah whatever." she snorted and moved to stomp off to wherever Huey was but Jackson grabbed her wrist.
"What the hell? Let me go!" she tried to snatch back her hand but he had her wrist in a vice grip. A small pit started to form in her stomach but she refused to let it show on her face.
"Woah just calm down I just want to talk, I'm not gonna rape you or anything."
What the fuck?!
Apparently her thoughts were printed on her face because Jackson hurriedly tried to backtrack.
"Wait, I didn't mean it like that!"
"I'll believe that when you let me go!" she once again tried to yank her hand away again and once again instead of letting her go his grip tightened to the point where she yelped in pain.
"Look, can you stop being a bitch for a second, I'm trying to be romantic!" he yelled sprays of spit landing on her face.
"Oh yeah I'm swooning right now! Let me go, asshole!" she launched a kick to his nuts and smirked when her mark landed.
"Were you always such a stuck up bitch?" she shouted from the pain, dropping the red solo cup his now free hand clasped around her neck.
"Yes, now leave alone." Jazmine could feel her knees starting to buckle and her brain becoming fuzzy like she was drunk or under water, she rapidly blinked her eyes trying desperately to clear away the sight of all the trees and Jackson bending and twisting unnaturally.
Was she having a panic attack? She never had one of those before. Should she do something? What was she supposed to do? Could she even do anything?
The whole world seemed to slow down to a snail's pace, she blinked once and it felt like five minutes passed, when she opened her eyes again her hand was free and Jackson was laid flat on his back unconscious with a red and bleeding nose.
She blinked once more and a familiar handsome pair of brown eyes appeared in front of her.
"Huey?" she barely managed to whisper his name.
"Jazmine look at me it's me Huey, I need you to breathe."
"Breathe?" she asked, wasn't she already breathing?
"Yes, breathe, you're going to be okay."
She was?
As if she was back to being a crying child again she reached out her bruised hand to hold his.
"Huey?"
"Yes Jazmine?"
"Please don't leave me."
"I won't," he said firmly and she, like always, believed him, "I will never leave you."
And then their hands began to glow.
It was beautiful.
All the lights imaginable and unimaginable flickered and swirled like dancing flames around their clasped hands.
Cerulean then magenta then vermilion, chartreuse, gold, bubblegum then back to cerulean and then all the colors all at once - shimmering and iridescent like the aurora borealis.
Jazmine dragged her eyes from their hands to Huey's face which was illuminated by the light of their…whatever was happening to them; her eyes trailed up his jawline, his chin, his mouth, his nose until settling on his eyes and she gasped.
His eyes - they were glowing the same stunning colors of their glow, vermillion then gold then emerald then magenta, it was mesmerizing. Were hers doing the same thing? Was that the reason why he was staring at her so intensely?
He was mouthing something but she couldn't hear him. Everything was cloudy all she could was the thundering thumping of both of their hearts. At first it was separate but then they became closer and closer together until it was just two hearts beating as one.
Dun-dun
Dun-dun
Dun-dun
Dun-dun
Dun-dun
Dun-dun
Their heartbeats got louder and more forceful until she felt as if their hearts were going to beat out of her chest, offhandedly she could feel their hands growing hotter and hotter until it was a furnace.
She blinked, she figured out what Huey was trying to say.
Jazmine, I think something bad is going to happen.
Then there was a flash of light and a boom like thunder roaring in a storm and then it all went black.
Chapter 1 Completed.
I think this is my first Huey x Jazmine fic where they actually knew each other and were friends before the story started which is weird lol.
Question: Although this is inspired by the Gifted series should it be in the same universe and have the same characters as The Gifted? Or should it just be the universe? Or should it just be The Gifted adjacent?
I have a lot of problems with the show so it would be both interesting and tiring to write that but I guess nothing's wrong with a challenge.
Also can you guys guess what mutant abilities the two will have before the next chapter? Hint: Very powerful.
Anyway I hope you enjoyed it :)