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Was meant to be an April Fool's piece but i just wasn't able to get it done in time so saved it to post at a different point, which is now
Anyway, crackship with two of my current favs i yumeship with bc i came up with it as a joke and then @outofa-mirage made fanart and so i had to write an actual fic
the origin (my gabriel plush was taking for fucking EVERRR to show up/got delayed randomly partway through shipping):
they've kind of grown on me im ngl, short and stupid but lowkey sweet??? the ship name is called Televangelical btw i was just too lazy to come up with an actual title please enjoy
ao3 link if u want to read it there instead i guess LMAO
Pairing: Tenna (Deltarune) x Gabriel (Ultrakill)
Word Count: 1758
Gabriel stands on the far edge of Heresy, overlooking the layer, confliction and confusion flooded in his mind.
He hasn't been able to stop himself from thinking about that machine. Not the one which bested him in Gluttony, no he'll take care of it when it finally arrives here. Instead, he's thinking about the one which has been plaguing his mind since their chance encounter.
He still has no understanding of how he could possibly have ended up in the so-called 'dark world', yet he'd found himself there all the same after his last battle.
It made no sense, not with his intended target being Heresy, nor for such a place to even exist at all.
What'd confused him further was the inhabitants of said place, 'darkners' they called themselves. Unlike any of the creatures he'd ever witness in Hell, providing certainty that he'd not ended up there as planned.
But it wasn't this strange place, or the majority of its denizens which caught his attention. No, it was in fact the world's leader which had utterly enthralled him, beyond belief or reasoning.
Tenna was his name. Mr. 'Ant' Tenna, he'd made clear that was very important. Quite the... personality, to put it simply. At first, coming off the adrenaline from his fight, Gabriel had found the darkner to be annoying, frustrating. Too energetic for his tastes.
That had been before he... closed his eyes and took a short nap. Definitely not because of the blood loss he'd sustained. That would be a ridiculous conclusion to come to. His nap had been voluntary in the middle of the studio on purpose.
When he woke up sometime later, he found himself to be entirely healed. Tenna having been the reason. He'd helped him, healed him, without question, without duress. Even after the angel had made a, not so polite entrance.
Gabriel couldn't understand it. Couldn't comprehend it. Had it been so long since he'd witnessed such kindness? Such compassion? These darkners, they weren't sinners, obviously, but still the concept of goodness in something other than the angels of heaven, it had become so foreign to him at this point, especially after his loss. He truthfully had accepted that such would never happen again.
Mankind was dead, after all.
And Tenna... Tenna was a special source of conflict for him. Kind, charming, he seemed to understand him in a way he'd never realized he'd never desired before. They'd talked for quite a bit of time, once Gabriel had gotten over his initial confusion. Not to mention it took some effort to determine how to return to his own world.
The time had been well spent. He'd even say that he enjoyed it, immensely.
Further, he'd found he could return easily once he left. He didn't know why he did at first, there was no need for it, and he had far more important issues to concern himself with. His own fading light, for one.
But when he was with Tenna, all of it seemed to just disappear. It didn't matter, his loss to the machine, the council ousting him for his failures, the Father's disappearance. Just being in Tenna's presence made this... weight he'd been carrying, for so long, vanish.
The way he'd talk about his show, his family, such a passion there. Such care. It was inspirational! If he didn't know better he'd think the father had some involvement.
They were alike, in a way too. Multiple ways, if he was being truthful with himself. Their struggles, their deepest fears, the burden of their regrets. Tenna, he understood. Shared his own trials and tribulations, his own
It seemed the angel wasn't alone in such matters. Not anymore. Not if he chose to not to be.
To be given such a thing, freedom of choice...
More foreign of a concept than he'd ever dare to admit.
Nonetheless, despite it all, there was one major issue with continuing any sort of relations with Tenna. It went against everything he'd stood for, fought for—and soon enough—would die for.
Tenna was, in a manner of speaking; a machine.
Every machine he's ever had the unfortunate displeasure of coming across has only caused him grief and ruin. Filled with nothing but that hungering rot, which would ultimately consume both them and all of Hell Itself. He knew now that he could do nothing to stop that ravenous hoard, only make his peace with it. And cut down that pathetic, worthless object until it's nothing but a beating, bleeding, pile of scraps and mistakes on the floor, paint the walls red with his fury and make that thing pay for its transgressions—
But Tenna was different.
Tenna was a darkner, a mix of 'magic'—though Gabriel still had his doubts—and machine. He wasn't blood-thristy, either. He was funny, bombastic, enthralling, he makes the angel feel things in a manner he's never experienced before and while yes it frightens him, terrifies him, it draws him in all the same.
Gabriel isn't certain what it is he feels for the TV host, but what he does know is that he wishes to be in his presence now more than ever.
So, that is what he does.
There's an atmospheric difference upon entering the dark world. Everything feels... lighter. The heavy weight of the layers of Hell don't exist here, just a cool—comforting?—darkness. Gabriel turns, finding the warm lights of the TV studio just a short distance away.
He walks over, long strides taking him to the entrance quickly.
Inside, it's quiet. A few employees mill about, greeting him so cordially. While still not used to it, he returns with a greeting of his own.
It must be the end of the work day, most leaving and heading out. Gabriel wonders briefly if Tenna will even still be around. Maybe this was a mistake, maybe it's a waste of time, maybe he's being foolish, maybe he should return to his post and work to defend what's left of his light like the dutiful Will of God he's supposed to be—
"Gabey! What a pleasant surprise." Suddenly Tenna is in front of him, only just slightly taller than the angel at the moment. "I wasn't expecting you to drop by. It's too bad, you just missed today's show."
It takes him a moment to collect himself, speaking calm. "That's not my name. But you are correct, it was not my intention to visit today. I hope it's not an inconvenience to you."
"Not at all! Want to walk and talk? You seem to have something on your mind."
Despite how he's feeling, Gabriel chuckles. "You are right, my friend. Though how you seem to know this with only my voice for reference never ceases to amaze."
"Take it from the guy with no eyes, there's more to emotions than just your face." Tenna jests, begin to lead the way.
Gabriel falls in step beside him, allowing the darkner to carry the conversation. He has no idea what to say, what there is to say on his side, so he just listens instead.
Tenna talks about his day, mostly. How rehearsal went, the difficulties he'd had with a group of Pippins, a few funny moments mixed in between. It helps Gabriel to relax, significantly.
With newfound resolve, he's able to finally broach the subject that which brought him here in the first place. During a lull in the conversation he speaks up.
"T-Tenna I—" He clears his throat. "Could I be honest with you for a moment?"
The CRT beams. "Of course! What did you want to say?"
"Well, I um. How do I put it..." Despite his previous confidence, it's left him once more.
There's a hand on Gabriel's shoulder then, he looks and finds Tenna smiling at him softly. It gives him the strength, the will that he needs.
"I... I like you."
Muttered, likely only discernable to himself.
"Hm?" Tenna responds, genuine.
Louder, turning to face the TV man fully. "I like you!" The words are rushed, awkward.
And receive no initial response.
But then—
"I, I like you too?—oh, oh! You mean, that's. Um, oh gosh." Tenna pulls at his collar, screen beginning to turn pink. "You really, you really mean that?"
"Yes." Firm, calm but firm.
"Oh wow, oh boy I, this is quite the development! I, I don't even know what to say." Tenna becomes more and more flustered, and Gabriel unfortunately cannot tell if it's from flattery or embarrassment.
He attempts to salvage the situation, feeling more in control now that the words are out there. "It is... it is fine if you do not feel the same, I simply needed to—"
He's cut off by Tenna taking his helmet in both his hands and planting his screen directly against it. There's a dull thunk as glass meets metal, but Tenna keeps his lips on the spot where Gabriel's would theoretically be.
They stay like that, perhaps a bit too long, temperature between the two rising quickly before Tenna pulls away.
His screen is a deep pink, small trails of smoke leaving his vents. Gabriel, while an archangel of God, feels as if he's in a similar situation himself, even if he knows it to not be true.
Tenna takes a few short breaths before speaking again. "I do feel the same, angel. Very, very much so. I guess I just, wasn't expecting you to reciprocate. B-but! I'm so, so glad that you do. Really."
Gabriel nods, keeping a collected exterior, though inside he feels as if he could do anything. Fly all the way into the sky, lead the armies of Heaven to victory, return to Hersey and cut the machine down, scatter its profane form across the stars, grind it down until the very sparks cry for mercy—
Instead, he settles for the simplest option, leaning in and meeting his helmet to Tenna's screen once more. Brief, but purposeful.
Once he can focus again Tenna sighs. "So, what now?"
"Whatever you would like. I seem to find myself with no sense of urgency to return to Hell." For emphasis He reaches down and takes Tenna's hand into his own. "Please, lead the way, I'll follow you wherever you go."
Tenna chuckles. "Well when you put it like that..."
So off they went, the odd couple. An archangel of God, God's own Will, and a TV given sentience, a body, a life. Unlikely to have ever crossed paths, and yet, it happened all the same.
Something they both were glad for.
This ended up being more peak than i planned so i guess uhhhh maybe someday ill do something else with these losers LMAO
That's all, thank you for reading
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Queentenna piece I made for a valentine's event! (that i forgot to post whoops) you can also read it on ao3 here if you'd like ^-^
Word Count: 3073
He's never been perfect with gifts. Tenna knows this. Or at least, this is what he's found out after enough trial and error. And further, it's when it comes to her specifically that he ultimately falters.
When it came to his coworkers, friends, subordinates and so on, he liked to think he did alright. Sure being in charge of an entire darkworld, tv studio, and show, you wouldn't think he had time for the little details, or the care. But he did! It mattered to him to give gifts that would touch the receiver, mean something to them.
Leave a lasting impression that he, Mr. Ant Tenna, cared. Maybe not deeply—he was too busy to put that much thought into gifts for his employees and such—but enough. It was a matter of pride to an extent. Be able to hold his head high as others would smile or laugh upon opening their gift, give him a polite or enthusiastic thank you. It was a way to show his importance. What kind of dark world leader would he be if he couldn't handle something as basic as gift giving?
As it would turn out, Tenna would become humbled rather quickly.
When the residents of Cybercity began to make their appearance in TV World—and vice versa—it hadn't taken long for the other dark world's leader to make her presence known.
Queen and he were very different in many ways. For one, she was much more... advanced than him. Newer technology and all that. He tried not to think about it or his own outdatedness too much. Wouldn't do any good. He was still relevant! Still of importance, they still loved watching him. Still loved—
Her approach to ruling was also unique. Both lax and harsh in how she treated her subjects. Letting most things sort themselves out if not for her own entertainment. But, if someone crossed her, betrayed her trust, bored her... you'd hate to be that guy, to put it lightly.
Not to mention how... naturally charismatic she was. Her sense of humor and the things she found worthy of her time didn't make much sense to him, but everyone around her seemed to eat it up. Whether that was from fear or true enjoyment, Tenna couldn't exactly figure it out.
She was better at it than him though. Not that he'd ever admit to such a thing. He'd rather be thrown out first.
Either way, despite their innate differences, Tenna had found himself entangled with Queen fast.
On his side of things, while sometimes strange, he found her funny, fun, a real wildcard that he could get on with easier than he might've first imagined. Life and light of the party, there was always something new with her. She made it all seem not so scary, either.
As for her view of him? He... wasn't quite sure. It was a mystery. A complex, and confusing one at that.
When Queen's bored, tired, uninterested or otherwise, she makes it very clear. Incredibly so. Be that of one of her subjects, or of the topic of conversation, or just of the environment. Going so far to even pour her drink over one unlucky partygoer more than once from what Tenna's witnessed.
So at the bare minimum, given she'd never acted as such to him, she liked him. And she'd said as much too. Countless times even.
"That Was A Good Joke TV Man, LMAO. It Reminded Me Why I Like You."
"You Always Have Such Good Stories CRT, It's Part Of Why I Like You."
"This Is Why I Like You, Tenna."
Based on her approach to most things, he didn't take her as a liar either.
Waving at him brightly, exaggerated, from across the room whenever she noticed him entering. Making anyone around her scatter—lest they face her ire—so there would be plenty of room for the show host to join her conversation. And the touches, so many of those light touches that made his electronic heart stutter.
Fingertips brushing over his arm, his shoulder, his own hand. How she'd throw an arm around him while telling a story, waving her glass around with the other. How she'd lean on him after the evening went on just that little bit. Still enough that he'd think about it long after the night was over.
Always inviting him to her parties, and inviting herself to TV world as she chose. She loved to pester him in his office, when he really should be focused on work, the show, and other such things. Taking up his attention—and desk space—with herself and that haughty laugh and cheeky grin.
She could absolutely be annoying when she wanted to be, but Tenna admittedly could never bring himself to stay angry for long. More a reflection on him than her though, if anything. Regardless, he doesn't think that if she truly wanted nothing to do with him, she would act this way.
Right?
That brought it all back around to the issue at hand; the presents. Tenna was a gift-giver, and he was decent at it, that's been established. But with Queen, he seemed to struggle.
Nothing he ever gave her really seemed to 'wow' her. It was never exciting enough, impressive enough.
It was always an unserious reaction, underwhelming compared to any others, he might go so far as to say.
"Oh This Is Great LOL. Thanks CRT."
"What A Gift That I Will Appreciate Much."
"You Spoil Me, Tenna. Don't Stop Though I Really Like It Actually."
"Another One? LMAO You Must Like Me Or Something."
And that's about how it went every, single, time. It had irked him, to the point he started trying harder with it. Getting specific, niche. Beyond things like a bottle of battery acid wine, or bouquets of hardware—though she still appreciated those when offered.
Getting things like new boots, an upgrade for her throne, things like that. Hell he tried a car once, knowing she's not one for driving. Just desperately trying anything to get some level of reaction beyond what she always gave him. Still no luck.
"I just don't get it! Am I really that bad at this? I'm not right? You'd tell me if I was right?" Tenna grips at his antennas, then turns to Elnina, who's sitting on a few crates nearby.
They're backstage, after a recent show, which Queen personally attended. While her watching from behind the cameras, hand going to her mouth to smother her laughter every so often, had made Tenna nervous, he still managed to get through without issues. She'd disappeared off to the green room soon after, leaving him with the reminder of how his last gift attempt had gone.
Tenna is dragged out of his thoughts by Elnina's voice. "Of course, Tenna. I think it's just... well, hm." She pauses, thinking. "I think Queen simply has a, unique way of expressing her feelings. But I do think she cares! And appreciates the thought."
He knows she's trying to encourage him, reassure, but it does little for the CRT in that moment. Instead, he continues his rambling.
"Maybe it is me, maybe she's only humoring me and she's trying to let me down easy."
"Now Tenna—"
"Or, or maybe I'm just not trying hard enough. But I don't know what else to do!" Which was true. There was only so much you can do before the gifts just go too far. And while they were technically dating—he thinks, he'd asked her one day and Queen just laughed and called him a 'Foolish CRT'—there was a limit. And he knew that. Even if he may have been tempted to cross it solely for the sake of finally getting a proper gift.
A hand on his shoulder stops spiraling thoughts. Elnina smiles down at him, he hadn't even noticed he'd shrunk enough for that. "I think you should just continue to try your best, and that's all you can do. Who knows, maybe with Valentine's coming up you can really knock it out of the park!"
"I guess you're right... Wait, Valentine's Day? That's right! How could I forget?" Tenna pops up, filled with anxious, though excited, energy. "There's so much to do and prepare! The show special, and the staff party, and making sure that everything in between goes smoothly. And getting the perfect gift—I've got to go, but thanks for the talk Elnina!" He shakes his head, waving to her before hurrying off.
Had he stuck around, he'd have seen her sigh and shake her head, chuckling at his antics.
Time passes quickly between that brief conversation and the holiday itself. Tenna finds himself practically swamped with preparations. Everything had to be perfect on all sides! It was easier on the grand scale with the show, he'd done this many times before after all. What really ate at his nerves was the finer details, namely what he was going to give Queen.
He'd debated and wracked his mind over and over. Spent hours pacing and pondering. Coming up with ideas, scraping them, starting again. After she almost caught him snooping around, Tenna finally had to come to the realization that it would simply have to be his best effort, and that's all that mattered at the end of the day. If she truly cared for him like he did her, then that's what would count.
She was throwing a party for the holiday, and of course had invited him to join after his show was over. Which, albeit with nerves, he did.
It wasn't as wild as most of her parties, but the place was still very much crowded. Tenna saw many of his own staff mixed in between the Cyberworld darkners, and they greeted him as he passed them by. Sure enough, he found Queen towards the center of all the commotion, chatting with several people he'd only really met once or twice.
Still, once she sees him her expression lights up—literally, her visor flashes 'CRT' across it briefly—and she calls him over, meeting him halfway even.
"Tenna Darling Sweetie CRT There You Are I Was Just Talking All About You." Queen says, hand on his shoulder as she starts to guide him back, but notices the small giftbox in his hands. "Oh What Do You Have There Is It For Me Let Me See—"
He puts a hand over hers. "Ah, um could we maybe, go somewhere a little quieter?"
A pause, but only for a few seconds, an 'O.K.' popping on Queen's screen.
"Sure Yeah Of Course LMAO" And then she grabs his hand in her and pulls them both out of the crowded room.
Tenna would say it's disorienting, or a bit flustering, but truthfully he's used to it with her by now. Even though it still sends a buzz through his wiring at the contact. When they make it out into one of the back halls, no other darkner in sight, she turns back to him, already trying to reach for the gift.
"Okay Let Me See Come On Give Me Give Me Request: Give Present Now Please And Thank You." She almost swipes it from his grasp and Tenna has to hold it up high to stop the attempt.
He can't help but laugh despite his anxieties. "Hold on! I had something I wanted to say first. If, if that's alright."
"Request Accepted. Halting Grabbing Protocols Temporarily But Hurry Up."
Tenna lets out a shaky sigh. "Alright. Well, um. I guess that I wanted to do something a little different. Than usual I mean. I know I give you things all the time but I wanted this to be special you know? So um, here. Happy Valentine's Queenie."
He hands her the small, red-wrapped box. It wasn't super flashy, not compared to his previous presents and it was pretty simple all things considered. Lame, maybe, if he was being honest. But he saw it and thought of her and couldn't resist.
Queen unwraps the gift to reveal a simple gold bracelet, with a memory chip in the center, her name engraved on one side. Old-fashioned, yet new, sleek. Just like her. He could only hope—quite literally at this point—that the sentiment would come across properly.
Queen lifts up the bracelet, visor going blank for a moment before three exclamation points appear. But then—
"Aw CRT How Cute Of You LOL I Love This Thanks So Much." She puts it on and it dangles on her wrist, focus on the gold item as she wiggles it back and forth.
It's... typical. But he knows he shouldn't be surprised, or disappointed. Or any other feeling that's going through him right now. Maybe this was a bad idea, stupid even.
Either way, he doesn't want to hurt her feelings because of his own upsetness, so he clears his throat. "I'm going to um, go walk around for a bit. But you go enjoy your party!"
A look of surprise appears on Queen's face, but Tenna hurries off before she can say anything.
It's stupid, he knows that, but he can't help it. He's a sentimentalist and she's obviously not. And to make it out to be some big thing when it was just a bracelet? If she thought he was foolish before then now...
"Stupid, stupid, stupid." He mutters, finally looking up and paying attention to his surroundings.
He has... no idea where he's at.
Sure, Queen's given plenty of tours of her mansion, but this is all new. He's not even sure how he got here, truth be told. Or how to find his way back.
Doesn't seem to be anyone around to help him, but maybe that's for the best. He's about to turn around, try and get back to the party, but an open door catches his eye.
Now, Tenna is one to be a snoop. But, he is curious. And one brief glance won't do any harm. So, he sidetracks and takes a quick look inside.
That was the intention, anyway.
A brief glance ends up becoming a stare of confusion, to one of awestruck.
Inside the room, placed on stands or enclosed in glass or simply set on shelves delicately, is most all of the gifts Tenna's ever given Queen. All of it displayed in a manner that shows true care behind it. Intention.
One quick sweep and yes, it's all here. Put away for safe keeping. Save for anything perishable of course. This is, then why—
But then it clicks to him.
The way Queen would laugh when he gave her a bouquet, not mocking, not uncaring. It was always sweet, delighted. How she'd grin when she thanked him, small tooth gap on display. She would blush too—he didn't know computers could do that until meeting her—light but still ever present on her cheeks. And the look she gave him—
Oh Angel, he was an idiot.
He shouldn't have just paid attention to her words, he should have picked up on how she said them. More than that, her actions, instead of just taking it at face value. Like how he'd been thinking this entire time she was doing to him.
"What Are You Doing In Here LOL."
Turning, he sees Queen standing in the doorway. For maybe the first time, he really focuses on her body language, not just her words.
Leaning against the doorframe, not making eye contact, hand gripping one arm. She's... nervous.
But so is he. "Ah! Well, I um... was just walking around and, ended up... here." Tenna scratches at the back of his neck. "I'm sorry Queenie I shouldn't have put my nose where it doesn't belong."
"Your Nose Is On Your Face Which Is Where It Belongs." Question marks across her visor. "But If You're Apologizing For Finding My Secret Place For All The Cool Stuff You Give Me Than Apology Accepted."
Confirmation, but just to be sure—"I, so you-this whole time it was—"
"Hidden Away From Prying Eyes For The Sake Of My Personal Enjoyment And Privacy? Yeah Dude." She puts a hand on his shoulder. "You Don't Even Know How Many People Come In And Out Of My Humble Abode On The Daily. And How Many Try To Steal My Stuff." Her screen flashes the word 'True'.
Tenna thinks on it for a moment. "I... I guess that would make a lot of sense."
"What Did You Think I Was Doing?" Queen tilts her head, smile confused, teasing. As if it was all so obvious. Which, maybe it had been and his head was a bit denser than he thought.
He gets embarrassed, looking away, mumbling as he fidgets with his hands. "Um... throwing them away? Or something, I don't know! I was being stupid, how's that?"
"Statement: False. I Don't Date Stupid People, Which Includes You." She steps closer, arms reaching up to wrap around his neck. "I Do Date Silly CRTs Though And That Is You."
Tenna sighs, looking down at her as his hands rest on her waist, having shrunk just a tinge from all this. "Suppose you're right on that one."
They stay like that a moment, Queen chuckling at the expression on his screen, and it in turn makes him laugh quietly too.
But then she steps back. "Oh I Almost Forgot Do You Want Your Present Now /Query?"
"Huh-oh, oh! You got me something too?" Tenna asks.
"It's Valentine's Day Of Course I Did Now Do You Want It Or Not."
"Yes."
"Great Follow Me." Though she grabbed his hand and started walking anyway so it was less following and more being pulled whichever direction she chose, not that Tenna particularly minded.
Queen's gift ends up being much more extravagant—and involved—than his own. Which she insisted upon since 'You Always Go All Out It's My Turn Deal With It'. In this case that meant getting him a cellphone 'So I Can Talk To You Whenever I Want', multiple bouquets of flowers, and a trip around the city in the arms of her GIGA Queen armor.
All of the above were, for Tenna, the most romantic gesture she could give him after everything.
It's certainly the best Valentine's Day he's ever had, and that's all he's ever wanted.
first time writing queentenna i think but throughoughly enjoyed ily queen youre the funniest baddest bitch ever, might write some more sometime but for now thank you for reading!
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Was meant to be an April Fool's piece but i just wasn't able to get it done in time so saved it to post at a different point, which is now
Anyway, crackship with two of my current favs i yumeship with bc i came up with it as a joke and then @outofa-mirage made fanart and so i had to write an actual fic
the origin (my gabriel plush was taking for fucking EVERRR to show up/got delayed randomly partway through shipping):
they've kind of grown on me im ngl, short and stupid but lowkey sweet??? the ship name is called Televangelical btw i was just too lazy to come up with an actual title please enjoy
ao3 link if u want to read it there instead i guess LMAO
Pairing: Tenna (Deltarune) x Gabriel (Ultrakill)
Word Count: 1758
Gabriel stands on the far edge of Heresy, overlooking the layer, confliction and confusion flooded in his mind.
He hasn't been able to stop himself from thinking about that machine. Not the one which bested him in Gluttony, no he'll take care of it when it finally arrives here. Instead, he's thinking about the one which has been plaguing his mind since their chance encounter.
He still has no understanding of how he could possibly have ended up in the so-called 'dark world', yet he'd found himself there all the same after his last battle.
It made no sense, not with his intended target being Heresy, nor for such a place to even exist at all.
What'd confused him further was the inhabitants of said place, 'darkners' they called themselves. Unlike any of the creatures he'd ever witness in Hell, providing certainty that he'd not ended up there as planned.
But it wasn't this strange place, or the majority of its denizens which caught his attention. No, it was in fact the world's leader which had utterly enthralled him, beyond belief or reasoning.
Tenna was his name. Mr. 'Ant' Tenna, he'd made clear that was very important. Quite the... personality, to put it simply. At first, coming off the adrenaline from his fight, Gabriel had found the darkner to be annoying, frustrating. Too energetic for his tastes.
That had been before he... closed his eyes and took a short nap. Definitely not because of the blood loss he'd sustained. That would be a ridiculous conclusion to come to. His nap had been voluntary in the middle of the studio on purpose.
When he woke up sometime later, he found himself to be entirely healed. Tenna having been the reason. He'd helped him, healed him, without question, without duress. Even after the angel had made a, not so polite entrance.
Gabriel couldn't understand it. Couldn't comprehend it. Had it been so long since he'd witnessed such kindness? Such compassion? These darkners, they weren't sinners, obviously, but still the concept of goodness in something other than the angels of heaven, it had become so foreign to him at this point, especially after his loss. He truthfully had accepted that such would never happen again.
Mankind was dead, after all.
And Tenna... Tenna was a special source of conflict for him. Kind, charming, he seemed to understand him in a way he'd never realized he'd never desired before. They'd talked for quite a bit of time, once Gabriel had gotten over his initial confusion. Not to mention it took some effort to determine how to return to his own world.
The time had been well spent. He'd even say that he enjoyed it, immensely.
Further, he'd found he could return easily once he left. He didn't know why he did at first, there was no need for it, and he had far more important issues to concern himself with. His own fading light, for one.
But when he was with Tenna, all of it seemed to just disappear. It didn't matter, his loss to the machine, the council ousting him for his failures, the Father's disappearance. Just being in Tenna's presence made this... weight he'd been carrying, for so long, vanish.
The way he'd talk about his show, his family, such a passion there. Such care. It was inspirational! If he didn't know better he'd think the father had some involvement.
They were alike, in a way too. Multiple ways, if he was being truthful with himself. Their struggles, their deepest fears, the burden of their regrets. Tenna, he understood. Shared his own trials and tribulations, his own
It seemed the angel wasn't alone in such matters. Not anymore. Not if he chose to not to be.
To be given such a thing, freedom of choice...
More foreign of a concept than he'd ever dare to admit.
Nonetheless, despite it all, there was one major issue with continuing any sort of relations with Tenna. It went against everything he'd stood for, fought for—and soon enough—would die for.
Tenna was, in a manner of speaking; a machine.
Every machine he's ever had the unfortunate displeasure of coming across has only caused him grief and ruin. Filled with nothing but that hungering rot, which would ultimately consume both them and all of Hell Itself. He knew now that he could do nothing to stop that ravenous hoard, only make his peace with it. And cut down that pathetic, worthless object until it's nothing but a beating, bleeding, pile of scraps and mistakes on the floor, paint the walls red with his fury and make that thing pay for its transgressions—
But Tenna was different.
Tenna was a darkner, a mix of 'magic'—though Gabriel still had his doubts—and machine. He wasn't blood-thristy, either. He was funny, bombastic, enthralling, he makes the angel feel things in a manner he's never experienced before and while yes it frightens him, terrifies him, it draws him in all the same.
Gabriel isn't certain what it is he feels for the TV host, but what he does know is that he wishes to be in his presence now more than ever.
So, that is what he does.
There's an atmospheric difference upon entering the dark world. Everything feels... lighter. The heavy weight of the layers of Hell don't exist here, just a cool—comforting?—darkness. Gabriel turns, finding the warm lights of the TV studio just a short distance away.
He walks over, long strides taking him to the entrance quickly.
Inside, it's quiet. A few employees mill about, greeting him so cordially. While still not used to it, he returns with a greeting of his own.
It must be the end of the work day, most leaving and heading out. Gabriel wonders briefly if Tenna will even still be around. Maybe this was a mistake, maybe it's a waste of time, maybe he's being foolish, maybe he should return to his post and work to defend what's left of his light like the dutiful Will of God he's supposed to be—
"Gabey! What a pleasant surprise." Suddenly Tenna is in front of him, only just slightly taller than the angel at the moment. "I wasn't expecting you to drop by. It's too bad, you just missed today's show."
It takes him a moment to collect himself, speaking calm. "That's not my name. But you are correct, it was not my intention to visit today. I hope it's not an inconvenience to you."
"Not at all! Want to walk and talk? You seem to have something on your mind."
Despite how he's feeling, Gabriel chuckles. "You are right, my friend. Though how you seem to know this with only my voice for reference never ceases to amaze."
"Take it from the guy with no eyes, there's more to emotions than just your face." Tenna jests, begin to lead the way.
Gabriel falls in step beside him, allowing the darkner to carry the conversation. He has no idea what to say, what there is to say on his side, so he just listens instead.
Tenna talks about his day, mostly. How rehearsal went, the difficulties he'd had with a group of Pippins, a few funny moments mixed in between. It helps Gabriel to relax, significantly.
With newfound resolve, he's able to finally broach the subject that which brought him here in the first place. During a lull in the conversation he speaks up.
"T-Tenna I—" He clears his throat. "Could I be honest with you for a moment?"
The CRT beams. "Of course! What did you want to say?"
"Well, I um. How do I put it..." Despite his previous confidence, it's left him once more.
There's a hand on Gabriel's shoulder then, he looks and finds Tenna smiling at him softly. It gives him the strength, the will that he needs.
"I... I like you."
Muttered, likely only discernable to himself.
"Hm?" Tenna responds, genuine.
Louder, turning to face the TV man fully. "I like you!" The words are rushed, awkward.
And receive no initial response.
But then—
"I, I like you too?—oh, oh! You mean, that's. Um, oh gosh." Tenna pulls at his collar, screen beginning to turn pink. "You really, you really mean that?"
"Yes." Firm, calm but firm.
"Oh wow, oh boy I, this is quite the development! I, I don't even know what to say." Tenna becomes more and more flustered, and Gabriel unfortunately cannot tell if it's from flattery or embarrassment.
He attempts to salvage the situation, feeling more in control now that the words are out there. "It is... it is fine if you do not feel the same, I simply needed to—"
He's cut off by Tenna taking his helmet in both his hands and planting his screen directly against it. There's a dull thunk as glass meets metal, but Tenna keeps his lips on the spot where Gabriel's would theoretically be.
They stay like that, perhaps a bit too long, temperature between the two rising quickly before Tenna pulls away.
His screen is a deep pink, small trails of smoke leaving his vents. Gabriel, while an archangel of God, feels as if he's in a similar situation himself, even if he knows it to not be true.
Tenna takes a few short breaths before speaking again. "I do feel the same, angel. Very, very much so. I guess I just, wasn't expecting you to reciprocate. B-but! I'm so, so glad that you do. Really."
Gabriel nods, keeping a collected exterior, though inside he feels as if he could do anything. Fly all the way into the sky, lead the armies of Heaven to victory, return to Hersey and cut the machine down, scatter its profane form across the stars, grind it down until the very sparks cry for mercy—
Instead, he settles for the simplest option, leaning in and meeting his helmet to Tenna's screen once more. Brief, but purposeful.
Once he can focus again Tenna sighs. "So, what now?"
"Whatever you would like. I seem to find myself with no sense of urgency to return to Hell." For emphasis He reaches down and takes Tenna's hand into his own. "Please, lead the way, I'll follow you wherever you go."
Tenna chuckles. "Well when you put it like that..."
So off they went, the odd couple. An archangel of God, God's own Will, and a TV given sentience, a body, a life. Unlikely to have ever crossed paths, and yet, it happened all the same.
Something they both were glad for.
This ended up being more peak than i planned so i guess uhhhh maybe someday ill do something else with these losers LMAO
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Queentenna piece I made for a valentine's event! (that i forgot to post whoops) you can also read it on ao3 here if you'd like ^-^
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He's never been perfect with gifts. Tenna knows this. Or at least, this is what he's found out after enough trial and error. And further, it's when it comes to her specifically that he ultimately falters.
When it came to his coworkers, friends, subordinates and so on, he liked to think he did alright. Sure being in charge of an entire darkworld, tv studio, and show, you wouldn't think he had time for the little details, or the care. But he did! It mattered to him to give gifts that would touch the receiver, mean something to them.
Leave a lasting impression that he, Mr. Ant Tenna, cared. Maybe not deeply—he was too busy to put that much thought into gifts for his employees and such—but enough. It was a matter of pride to an extent. Be able to hold his head high as others would smile or laugh upon opening their gift, give him a polite or enthusiastic thank you. It was a way to show his importance. What kind of dark world leader would he be if he couldn't handle something as basic as gift giving?
As it would turn out, Tenna would become humbled rather quickly.
When the residents of Cybercity began to make their appearance in TV World—and vice versa—it hadn't taken long for the other dark world's leader to make her presence known.
Queen and he were very different in many ways. For one, she was much more... advanced than him. Newer technology and all that. He tried not to think about it or his own outdatedness too much. Wouldn't do any good. He was still relevant! Still of importance, they still loved watching him. Still loved—
Her approach to ruling was also unique. Both lax and harsh in how she treated her subjects. Letting most things sort themselves out if not for her own entertainment. But, if someone crossed her, betrayed her trust, bored her... you'd hate to be that guy, to put it lightly.
Not to mention how... naturally charismatic she was. Her sense of humor and the things she found worthy of her time didn't make much sense to him, but everyone around her seemed to eat it up. Whether that was from fear or true enjoyment, Tenna couldn't exactly figure it out.
She was better at it than him though. Not that he'd ever admit to such a thing. He'd rather be thrown out first.
Either way, despite their innate differences, Tenna had found himself entangled with Queen fast.
On his side of things, while sometimes strange, he found her funny, fun, a real wildcard that he could get on with easier than he might've first imagined. Life and light of the party, there was always something new with her. She made it all seem not so scary, either.
As for her view of him? He... wasn't quite sure. It was a mystery. A complex, and confusing one at that.
When Queen's bored, tired, uninterested or otherwise, she makes it very clear. Incredibly so. Be that of one of her subjects, or of the topic of conversation, or just of the environment. Going so far to even pour her drink over one unlucky partygoer more than once from what Tenna's witnessed.
So at the bare minimum, given she'd never acted as such to him, she liked him. And she'd said as much too. Countless times even.
"That Was A Good Joke TV Man, LMAO. It Reminded Me Why I Like You."
"You Always Have Such Good Stories CRT, It's Part Of Why I Like You."
"This Is Why I Like You, Tenna."
Based on her approach to most things, he didn't take her as a liar either.
Waving at him brightly, exaggerated, from across the room whenever she noticed him entering. Making anyone around her scatter—lest they face her ire—so there would be plenty of room for the show host to join her conversation. And the touches, so many of those light touches that made his electronic heart stutter.
Fingertips brushing over his arm, his shoulder, his own hand. How she'd throw an arm around him while telling a story, waving her glass around with the other. How she'd lean on him after the evening went on just that little bit. Still enough that he'd think about it long after the night was over.
Always inviting him to her parties, and inviting herself to TV world as she chose. She loved to pester him in his office, when he really should be focused on work, the show, and other such things. Taking up his attention—and desk space—with herself and that haughty laugh and cheeky grin.
She could absolutely be annoying when she wanted to be, but Tenna admittedly could never bring himself to stay angry for long. More a reflection on him than her though, if anything. Regardless, he doesn't think that if she truly wanted nothing to do with him, she would act this way.
Right?
That brought it all back around to the issue at hand; the presents. Tenna was a gift-giver, and he was decent at it, that's been established. But with Queen, he seemed to struggle.
Nothing he ever gave her really seemed to 'wow' her. It was never exciting enough, impressive enough.
It was always an unserious reaction, underwhelming compared to any others, he might go so far as to say.
"Oh This Is Great LOL. Thanks CRT."
"What A Gift That I Will Appreciate Much."
"You Spoil Me, Tenna. Don't Stop Though I Really Like It Actually."
"Another One? LMAO You Must Like Me Or Something."
And that's about how it went every, single, time. It had irked him, to the point he started trying harder with it. Getting specific, niche. Beyond things like a bottle of battery acid wine, or bouquets of hardware—though she still appreciated those when offered.
Getting things like new boots, an upgrade for her throne, things like that. Hell he tried a car once, knowing she's not one for driving. Just desperately trying anything to get some level of reaction beyond what she always gave him. Still no luck.
"I just don't get it! Am I really that bad at this? I'm not right? You'd tell me if I was right?" Tenna grips at his antennas, then turns to Elnina, who's sitting on a few crates nearby.
They're backstage, after a recent show, which Queen personally attended. While her watching from behind the cameras, hand going to her mouth to smother her laughter every so often, had made Tenna nervous, he still managed to get through without issues. She'd disappeared off to the green room soon after, leaving him with the reminder of how his last gift attempt had gone.
Tenna is dragged out of his thoughts by Elnina's voice. "Of course, Tenna. I think it's just... well, hm." She pauses, thinking. "I think Queen simply has a, unique way of expressing her feelings. But I do think she cares! And appreciates the thought."
He knows she's trying to encourage him, reassure, but it does little for the CRT in that moment. Instead, he continues his rambling.
"Maybe it is me, maybe she's only humoring me and she's trying to let me down easy."
"Now Tenna—"
"Or, or maybe I'm just not trying hard enough. But I don't know what else to do!" Which was true. There was only so much you can do before the gifts just go too far. And while they were technically dating—he thinks, he'd asked her one day and Queen just laughed and called him a 'Foolish CRT'—there was a limit. And he knew that. Even if he may have been tempted to cross it solely for the sake of finally getting a proper gift.
A hand on his shoulder stops spiraling thoughts. Elnina smiles down at him, he hadn't even noticed he'd shrunk enough for that. "I think you should just continue to try your best, and that's all you can do. Who knows, maybe with Valentine's coming up you can really knock it out of the park!"
"I guess you're right... Wait, Valentine's Day? That's right! How could I forget?" Tenna pops up, filled with anxious, though excited, energy. "There's so much to do and prepare! The show special, and the staff party, and making sure that everything in between goes smoothly. And getting the perfect gift—I've got to go, but thanks for the talk Elnina!" He shakes his head, waving to her before hurrying off.
Had he stuck around, he'd have seen her sigh and shake her head, chuckling at his antics.
Time passes quickly between that brief conversation and the holiday itself. Tenna finds himself practically swamped with preparations. Everything had to be perfect on all sides! It was easier on the grand scale with the show, he'd done this many times before after all. What really ate at his nerves was the finer details, namely what he was going to give Queen.
He'd debated and wracked his mind over and over. Spent hours pacing and pondering. Coming up with ideas, scraping them, starting again. After she almost caught him snooping around, Tenna finally had to come to the realization that it would simply have to be his best effort, and that's all that mattered at the end of the day. If she truly cared for him like he did her, then that's what would count.
She was throwing a party for the holiday, and of course had invited him to join after his show was over. Which, albeit with nerves, he did.
It wasn't as wild as most of her parties, but the place was still very much crowded. Tenna saw many of his own staff mixed in between the Cyberworld darkners, and they greeted him as he passed them by. Sure enough, he found Queen towards the center of all the commotion, chatting with several people he'd only really met once or twice.
Still, once she sees him her expression lights up—literally, her visor flashes 'CRT' across it briefly—and she calls him over, meeting him halfway even.
"Tenna Darling Sweetie CRT There You Are I Was Just Talking All About You." Queen says, hand on his shoulder as she starts to guide him back, but notices the small giftbox in his hands. "Oh What Do You Have There Is It For Me Let Me See—"
He puts a hand over hers. "Ah, um could we maybe, go somewhere a little quieter?"
A pause, but only for a few seconds, an 'O.K.' popping on Queen's screen.
"Sure Yeah Of Course LMAO" And then she grabs his hand in her and pulls them both out of the crowded room.
Tenna would say it's disorienting, or a bit flustering, but truthfully he's used to it with her by now. Even though it still sends a buzz through his wiring at the contact. When they make it out into one of the back halls, no other darkner in sight, she turns back to him, already trying to reach for the gift.
"Okay Let Me See Come On Give Me Give Me Request: Give Present Now Please And Thank You." She almost swipes it from his grasp and Tenna has to hold it up high to stop the attempt.
He can't help but laugh despite his anxieties. "Hold on! I had something I wanted to say first. If, if that's alright."
"Request Accepted. Halting Grabbing Protocols Temporarily But Hurry Up."
Tenna lets out a shaky sigh. "Alright. Well, um. I guess that I wanted to do something a little different. Than usual I mean. I know I give you things all the time but I wanted this to be special you know? So um, here. Happy Valentine's Queenie."
He hands her the small, red-wrapped box. It wasn't super flashy, not compared to his previous presents and it was pretty simple all things considered. Lame, maybe, if he was being honest. But he saw it and thought of her and couldn't resist.
Queen unwraps the gift to reveal a simple gold bracelet, with a memory chip in the center, her name engraved on one side. Old-fashioned, yet new, sleek. Just like her. He could only hope—quite literally at this point—that the sentiment would come across properly.
Queen lifts up the bracelet, visor going blank for a moment before three exclamation points appear. But then—
"Aw CRT How Cute Of You LOL I Love This Thanks So Much." She puts it on and it dangles on her wrist, focus on the gold item as she wiggles it back and forth.
It's... typical. But he knows he shouldn't be surprised, or disappointed. Or any other feeling that's going through him right now. Maybe this was a bad idea, stupid even.
Either way, he doesn't want to hurt her feelings because of his own upsetness, so he clears his throat. "I'm going to um, go walk around for a bit. But you go enjoy your party!"
A look of surprise appears on Queen's face, but Tenna hurries off before she can say anything.
It's stupid, he knows that, but he can't help it. He's a sentimentalist and she's obviously not. And to make it out to be some big thing when it was just a bracelet? If she thought he was foolish before then now...
"Stupid, stupid, stupid." He mutters, finally looking up and paying attention to his surroundings.
He has... no idea where he's at.
Sure, Queen's given plenty of tours of her mansion, but this is all new. He's not even sure how he got here, truth be told. Or how to find his way back.
Doesn't seem to be anyone around to help him, but maybe that's for the best. He's about to turn around, try and get back to the party, but an open door catches his eye.
Now, Tenna is one to be a snoop. But, he is curious. And one brief glance won't do any harm. So, he sidetracks and takes a quick look inside.
That was the intention, anyway.
A brief glance ends up becoming a stare of confusion, to one of awestruck.
Inside the room, placed on stands or enclosed in glass or simply set on shelves delicately, is most all of the gifts Tenna's ever given Queen. All of it displayed in a manner that shows true care behind it. Intention.
One quick sweep and yes, it's all here. Put away for safe keeping. Save for anything perishable of course. This is, then why—
But then it clicks to him.
The way Queen would laugh when he gave her a bouquet, not mocking, not uncaring. It was always sweet, delighted. How she'd grin when she thanked him, small tooth gap on display. She would blush too—he didn't know computers could do that until meeting her—light but still ever present on her cheeks. And the look she gave him—
Oh Angel, he was an idiot.
He shouldn't have just paid attention to her words, he should have picked up on how she said them. More than that, her actions, instead of just taking it at face value. Like how he'd been thinking this entire time she was doing to him.
"What Are You Doing In Here LOL."
Turning, he sees Queen standing in the doorway. For maybe the first time, he really focuses on her body language, not just her words.
Leaning against the doorframe, not making eye contact, hand gripping one arm. She's... nervous.
But so is he. "Ah! Well, I um... was just walking around and, ended up... here." Tenna scratches at the back of his neck. "I'm sorry Queenie I shouldn't have put my nose where it doesn't belong."
"Your Nose Is On Your Face Which Is Where It Belongs." Question marks across her visor. "But If You're Apologizing For Finding My Secret Place For All The Cool Stuff You Give Me Than Apology Accepted."
Confirmation, but just to be sure—"I, so you-this whole time it was—"
"Hidden Away From Prying Eyes For The Sake Of My Personal Enjoyment And Privacy? Yeah Dude." She puts a hand on his shoulder. "You Don't Even Know How Many People Come In And Out Of My Humble Abode On The Daily. And How Many Try To Steal My Stuff." Her screen flashes the word 'True'.
Tenna thinks on it for a moment. "I... I guess that would make a lot of sense."
"What Did You Think I Was Doing?" Queen tilts her head, smile confused, teasing. As if it was all so obvious. Which, maybe it had been and his head was a bit denser than he thought.
He gets embarrassed, looking away, mumbling as he fidgets with his hands. "Um... throwing them away? Or something, I don't know! I was being stupid, how's that?"
"Statement: False. I Don't Date Stupid People, Which Includes You." She steps closer, arms reaching up to wrap around his neck. "I Do Date Silly CRTs Though And That Is You."
Tenna sighs, looking down at her as his hands rest on her waist, having shrunk just a tinge from all this. "Suppose you're right on that one."
They stay like that a moment, Queen chuckling at the expression on his screen, and it in turn makes him laugh quietly too.
But then she steps back. "Oh I Almost Forgot Do You Want Your Present Now /Query?"
"Huh-oh, oh! You got me something too?" Tenna asks.
"It's Valentine's Day Of Course I Did Now Do You Want It Or Not."
"Yes."
"Great Follow Me." Though she grabbed his hand and started walking anyway so it was less following and more being pulled whichever direction she chose, not that Tenna particularly minded.
Queen's gift ends up being much more extravagant—and involved—than his own. Which she insisted upon since 'You Always Go All Out It's My Turn Deal With It'. In this case that meant getting him a cellphone 'So I Can Talk To You Whenever I Want', multiple bouquets of flowers, and a trip around the city in the arms of her GIGA Queen armor.
All of the above were, for Tenna, the most romantic gesture she could give him after everything.
It's certainly the best Valentine's Day he's ever had, and that's all he's ever wanted.
first time writing queentenna i think but throughoughly enjoyed ily queen youre the funniest baddest bitch ever, might write some more sometime but for now thank you for reading!
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