I wrote down most of these as soon as they debuted back in september, and was surprised with how accurate some of them turned out being. Of course I don't really know any of these people, so take it with a grain of salt
James
James! wears contacts because it's convenient for dance, but he likes wearing glasses too, and takes every opportunity to add them to his fits. (I was spot on with this one)
typa kid to dance to fire alarms
James! loves skincare. The members will walk into his dorm room and get jumpscared by him with a face mask on.
Says bless you excessively. To other people and himself. It doesnt matter how many sneezes there are, he'll say bless you for every. single. one.
James! Loves dad jokes, he finds them so weirdly funny.
Is actually pretty good at impressions, and likes to use them to scare the members
James! Has the worst rbf, which makes him but a lot of energy into being smiley goofy and making everyone feel comfortable. Its harder to maintain that energy when he’s tired though.
Doesn't necessarily have the best sleep schueldue out of everyone, but has trained himself to be a early riser (teach me your ways).
Juhoon
Juhoon! has the dirtiest mind, followed by Seonghyeon
Is the smartest of the group and likes to make it known once in a while.
Juhoon! runs the warmest. People will ask him if he's cold (while they're quivering in their boots) and he'll just shake his head nonchalantly
All the other members would 100% choose him when asked who they would want to be deserted on an island with (except maybe the twinz). He's just the most practical choice. Would totally know how to filter water and start fires and shit.
Juhoon! practices tiktok dance challenges in his room, and would crawl into a hole and die if anyone ever found out
Super dry texter. Like you would get frustrated at the extent to which he's a dry texter, but he doesn't do it intentionally.
Juhoon! texts the randomest stuff on the gc. I know that kind of contradicts what I just said, but this is only once you get to know him. Mostly tik toks and memes, and no actual responses other than the occasional "yes" "no" "maybe" "idk"
Is the best english tutor
Martin
Martin! taps door frames whenever he walks into a room. This is often followed by keonho (successful) and seonghyeon (failed).
The members often go to Martin for help writing lyrics in english, but usually give up after 5min because he's not the best teacher ("idk it just sounds better this way?").
Martin! is the most brainrotted, followed by James
He considers himself the resident English expert since his dad is Canadian, so he often takes it upon himself to correct the other members on their English. That doesn't mean his English is perfect though, not by a long shot.
Martin! chews his nails. Its one of his worst habits, and the makeup artists have started putting nail polish on them to try to stop him, but it just results in him ingesting large amounts of acetone.
Blushes really easily and hates it because it harder to act nonchalant when your face looks like a tomato
Martin! Has at least 5 speeding tickets but still claims to be a good driver.
Seonghyeon
Seonghyeon! is an older sibling (this was another one that I hit out of the park)
Runs really cold
Seonghyeon! Got into skin care from James(it helped his acne a ton), but denies it.
Speaking of acne, he had the worst acne when he was a kid/during trainee days, and it made him a little more shy and self-conscious
Seonghyeon! Used to stutter a lot when a kid, and it still comes out when having to speak in interviews or live. Its more like a losing train of thought stutter, not on every single syllable. For example: “I well, it’s its interest-interesting shit how” rather then “iiiiii j-j-j-just d-d-d-d-didn’t know”.
D1 copier. He likes to imitate what he thinks looks cool.
Seonghyeon! always says sleepovers are cringe but has secretly always wanted to be invited to one
Keonho
Keonho! Always down to do any challenges/trends, doesnt really think of them as promotions
Whenever he gets a chance will leave Martin hanging
Keonho! chews gum to help him focus. It annoys seonghyeon.
Picky eater and makes it everyone's problem. (he just seemed like one, didn't think juhoon would be one though)
Keonho! amazes his members by having the most amount of energy out of all of them despite never getting any sleep. Little do they know he has a secret stash of energy drinks
Super into games like brawl stars and clash royale. I don't know why I think this, but he just gives off those vibes.
Keonho! wouldn't know what to do if a child was crying. He would probably just look around for help and start laughing so people wouldn't think it was his fault.
Stumbling into the alternate dimension, Adrian Chase is adamant on finding his alternate self of that universe. The biggest difference between him and his counterpart? It's a girl.
pairing: adrian chase meets earth x's fem!adrian chase! (non-romantic)
fandom: peacemaker (2022 - ??)
warnings: none!
word count: 3.8k
author’s note: yippe first adrian oneshot!! been wanting to get this out of my system ever since i first watched season 2 episode 6, been thinking about what if earth x adrian was a girl instead, so here's a quick drabble in honor of his bday! happy june 30th/adrian chase day to everbody who celebrates!
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One single thought circled in Adrian's head — finding his alternative self in this newfound universe. Yes, what he told Adebayo and the rest of the team was that he accompanied them in search of Christopher Smith — half truth, actually, he did intend on doing that —, but come on, this is a once in a lifetime chance! How often do you get to meet an alternate version of yourself? Not a regular occurrence, that's for sure. And Adrian was aware of that.
So, at the first chance given, he set off to his own home's address, leaving John and Ads to deal with finding Peacemaker, while Harcourt was taken to god knows where at the hands of Peace's brother, who seemed to be alive and well in this universe.
Adrian thought about this scenario soooo many times! I mean, if Superman and kaijus are a real thing, there can be alternative universes too, right? So far, it was nothing more to Adrian than fiction, a mere theory, but now, with the device Chris left behind, he was standing here in said alternative universe, flesh and bone, strutting through the streets of Evergreen in his black-coated armor spiced with teal, white and red accents.
His mind was a whirlwind. Does he even exist in this universe? He has to, right? Is this version of him also Vigilante, or somehow just a regular joe? Is his dad still with him here? Does he have his bunker, and if yes, is it filled with stacks of cocaine and blood money snatched from dealers? If he's Vigilante in this universe too — which he has to be, right? —, does he fight for the same values as original Adrian does?
The time for theorizing comes to an end as Adrian spots his house, located precisely where original Adrian's house is back in his World. A hearty chuckle escapes him as his theory proves to be right, sprinting right towards the house across the street's rugged asphalt. Adrian glides through the front lawn as if he lived there — which he did, in a way —, eyes darting from one piece of decoration to another, taking in the sight of the colorful gnomes and animals, varying from metal to ceramics to cast stone. A huge grin spread across his face, muttering to himself about how almost all the things match perfectly with the ones he had. The similarities were uncanny, although only a few small details were off — the color of the squirrel, the number of gnome statues arranged into a circle, just the nitpicky details only the trained eye could spy.
Hopping up to the front door, he takes the handle, twisting it as if it was the entryway to his own house, entering with the utmost confidence. If the neighbors see him enter, would they notice that it's original Adrian and not Adrian 2? Right, what should he call his counterpart? Is Adrian 2 alright? To Adrian 2, perhaps original Adrian would be Adrian 2, and... okay, things are getting a bit complicated and fuzzy. Perhaps it's best if he just settles on Adrian 2 for now. If Adrian 2 happens to have a better idea, he's free to put it to use. 'Till then, he's just Adrian 2 to original Adrian.
The wooden door creaks open, a hint giving away the house's age, and Adrian enters through it as quietly as possible. He only wants the attention of his alternate self, not of whoever else might be lurking in the house. The interior, as Adrian began to inspect it, proved to be an almost perfect replica of his home. The walls are the same unattractive orange, flooring still the warm-brown wooden panels, even the same, white lace decor on one of the cupboards near the entryway that his grandmother's mother handed them down, some family heirloom of sorts. So far so good, Adrian thought, still smiling from ear to ear at the miracle of this universe being such a perfect match to his own.
Or so he thought.
Cruising past the living room, he makes sure to shoot a quick glance inside. His body almost freezes in surprise as he notices that there's somebody sitting inside, sprawled on the couch as the soft murmur and buzz of the TV echoed.
"Dad..?" he mutters to himself, low enough for the man laying on the couch to not notice his presence — much to his luck. Alright, that's one change. Though, his mother seemed to be nowhere around. Is this the change in this universe..?
"My mom's a lesbian in this universe?" Adrian chuckles to himself as he struts past the living room, his presence akin to a ghost's, heading straight towards the basement where his own little empire rests. He has to pass by the kitchen first, though, and lo and behold, it's where he encounters the second major -- and rather upsetting -- difference. Cheeri-ohs. The slight change in spelling messed with his brain so much, he first thought he suddenly developed dyslexia. He can't be reading this right, right? Who the hell would spell it as Cheeri-ohs? This universe must be seriously fucked up if this is the norm here. Cheeri-ohs. He tastes the words, how they roll on his tongue, but can't seem to wrap his head around this unnecessary change.
Still, he snatches the box of Cheeri-ohs up, making a mental note and promise to himself that if he takes anything from this verse, it has to be this. Such a fucking stupid thing, but oh god it got him giddy.
Now, it was time for the main event, the final show, the climax — his hideout. Adrian fishes out his keychain, gloved hands fiddling with the tiny pieces of metal for a moment as he tries to find the right key, inserting the first one into the first lock. With a click, he feels the lock cracking open. Fuck yes! Another click. Lock two done. Third click, three out of three locks unlocked. Seems like even in this universe, he uses the same lock. His grin spreads even wider if it's even possible as he pushes the door open, slow and meticulous, unsure of what could possibly await him on the other side.
He's cautious, steps measured even if his excitement was surging to insane levels, heart almost beating out of his chest. He could've sworn that he could hear his own accelerated heartbeat in his ears as he progressed further into the room.
That's when he sees it — Adrian 2. There he was, sitting at a desk original Adrian didn't even have. Perhaps Adrian 2 had a table instead of copious amounts of blood money and heaps of cocaine, considering that those were either missing or better hidden.
But of course, Adrian 2 is still Adrian, still Vigilante, and just as original Adrian steps close enough, Adrian 2 turns on his heels in the blink of an eye, quickdrawing a pistol at an insane speed, now facing original Adrian with the gun aimed right at his masked face.
Wait a minute...
Adrian's eyes widen as he takes in the sight in front of him. Standing just inches away from him, in full armor is him, yes, with one little difference — it's a girl. A pretty one at that!
This chick can't be him! If he looked this hot, he'd be a chick-magnet!
It was as if he was staring into a mirror, same height, same haircolor — although the hair length was different, hers was longer —, same armor, even the same pair of wired glasses, practically a genderbent version of him posing in front of him. The same face. Well, not exactly the same, because hers was much more delicate, her skin was clearer, and her eyes – which sat behind the exact same prescription glasses as Adrian’s – were somehow much… girlier.
"Who're you?" she immediately retorted. Of course she did, seeing a perfect replica of yourself just appear in your super secret cocaine storing hideout must've been freaky, especially if you weren't aware that people, including alternate yous can travel between dimensions. "And why are you here?"
"Oh, woah, hold on, hold on!" Adrian wastes no time, pulling his mask off in one single move. He immediately fixes his gaze back on Adrian 2 — is she even called Adrian, or did the gender switch do something with the names too? —, a shit-eating grin plastered over his face. "I'm you! I'm you from another dimension!"
He sees as something clicks just right in Adrian 2's mind, as she slowly lowers the gun before the same smile takes over her too. The same, ear-to-ear smile that perfectly matched Adrian's.
"Are you fucking kidding me?!" she exclaims with just as much joy and excitement as original Adrian did. Well, at least this was a constant throughout the multiverse!
"I know, right! My keys worked to get in here!"
"You've got keys to my bunker?"
"Not to yours, to mine! But it works here too, 'cause you know, you're me and I'm you! Wait, and that means you have the same stupid patterned socks under your boots?” Adrian almost jumped with joy and was about to reach for his shoelaces to prove it, but she waved him off with a single, casual gesture.
“That’s insane! That’s just brilliant!” the girl laughed, and took a relieved step back towards the table, exactly where Adrian usually kept his full magazines at home. “Wait, if you’re me, then your name is Adrian too?”
"Yes! But I came up with Adrian 2 thinking of you on the way, but now that I see you're a girl... I don't know. Adri? Adriana?"
"Adriana. But I hate being called that. So let's stick with Adrian 2, it's much more sci-fi. Oh my god, look at your armor! Just like mine!" She poked Adrian's shoulder guard, and the boy proudly pulled himself up.
"Yeah, it's a unique design. But wait, let's get one thing straight." Adrian picked up the box he'd looted from the kitchen and pushed it in front of Adriana's face with a dramatic expression. "What the hell is Cheeri-ohs? Ohs? Seriously? With a hyphen?"
"Why, what do you call it? Cheerio-not-ohs? That sounds much lamer!"
“No way, we have Cheerios! Written in one! Like in a normal, civilized universe!” Adrian shook the box indignantly, as if it were some holy relic. “Never mind, I’ll take this home. Chris will faint if he sees it."
"Wait, you're really me from another dimension?! That shit's real?!" Adrian 2 grins, accompanied by a chuckle as she slapped the gun back into its holster resting on her hip. Adrian quickly inspects his counterpart's suit, while Adrian 2 does the exact same. Yeah, a perfect copy of the uniform, from the colors to the materials and padding. Perhaps the only difference was that considering their somewhat different bodybuild — Adrian 2's being more feminine, but just as lean as Adrian's —, the suit aligned with that.
"Yeah! I wasn't sure about it either, until I busted through a portal, and landed here! Oh, I'm so glad you're like the cool type of counterpart, and not the evil kind like Chris'," original Adrian rambles on, carried away by the heat of the moment of meeting himself.
"Chris... Who the hell's Chris?" Adrian 2's brows furrow, a tiny, unsure and not too pleasant thought forming in her mind. If original Adrian means the same Chris Adrian 2's thinking about…
"My… best friend. Peacemaker. Do you guys not have hi—"
"Peacemaker?!" she shouts, and original Adrian could bet that dad upstairs heard it. If he's as nosy in this universe as his mom is in his, then with the door now unlocked, they're sure to get busted. "Christopher Smith Peacemaker?!"
“Yeah! Yeah…?” Original Adrian swallows hard, words stuck in his throat for a moment as he becomes a stuttering mess for a moment. "You, you uh... He's not our bestie in this universe? Or like, do you guys know each other, or…?"
"He's my arch nemesis!" Adrian 2 declares, her hate towards Peacemaker evident from her heaved tone.
"Wha— Peace's our enemy here? What the fuck?"
"He's the reason why I joined the Sons of Liberty!"
"The Sons of Liberty..?" Adrian's eyes narrow, trying his best to piece together the puzzle pieces of this universe, even if he was missing a shit ton of pieces.
"Yeah! Fighting oppression, the nazis, including Peacemaker! He's the worst of the bunch!" she wildly motions with her hands, lost in the explanation and hate.
"Nazis…?"
The conversation blooms as Adrian 2 gives a surface level explanation of the workings of her universe, spiced with a little side note of who their favourite Pokémon is — Infernape in both universes of course —, when their hair looks best — 3 in the morning, of course —, realizing that they really were like a carbon copy personality and mentality-wise.
Nazis winning World War 2, everything going downhill from there. The beef with Peacemaker? A white, middle aged privileged man, who's been on Adrian 2's ass ever since finding out that a girl was behind the mask, and her fighting because Adrian 2's friend was taken due to her skin color, at the hands of Peacemaker. The concept of an evil Peacemaker, or at least one that isn't Vigilante's bestie, seemed so alien to Adrian. Still, Nazis were basically at the top of his hit list. His Peacemaker might be the most rad person he knows, but in this universe, he was ready to slime him out. If this verse’s Peace hadn't already been murdered by his Chris.
"Where’s the cocaine?” A random question, but one that's been bugging original Adrian for a while now.
Adrian 2 smiled and gestured towards the wall, where, from behind a camouflaged panel, peeked out the exact same military bags that Adrian had used to keep the loot he’d stolen from the drug dealers.
“Oh, thank God, I was scared you were a boring model citizen with only a desk,” Adrian sighed in relief, while glancing around and noticing that the weapons rack was lined with almost the same rifles.
“Listen,” Adrian 2 stepped closer, studying the boy’s face curiously. “If you’re me… then you’re an absolute, irresistible girl magnet back home, held back only by your sacred duty to law enforcement from constantly flirting, right?”
Adrian paused for a moment, remembering his own somewhat lonely and strange social life, but his Vigilante ego didn’t let him down.
“Dude… you have no idea. If I were a girl—like you, I mean—I’d be looking at myself in the mirror all the time. I swear, you’re really hot.”
“Woah shit, thanks! You’re not bad either. But you’re me, just different gender, so, you know.”
Before they could delve deeper into the analysis of alternate realities and their own greatness, heavy, shuffling footsteps came from the cellar door. Both Vigilantes froze at the same time, their reflexes working in perfect sync.
"Adri! What the hell is going on down there? Who are you talking to?" a hoarse, unpleasant voice bellowed from the stairs. Adrian 2 immediately reached for her mask, her face darkening.
“Myself!” she shouted up. Not entirely a lie, right? “My dad. Is he still an asshole?" she whispered to Adrian.
"The biggest one in the world," Adrian nodded, pulling his own mask back over his head.
"Is he a racist at your place, too?"
"Yeah. And he hates cats."
The threat of Adebayo being captured and killed suddenly struck Adrian like lightning. Needless to say, he and his counterpart immediately jumped, heading straight to the mansion where Adrian hopped through the portal. How will they get there? Key the Honda of Adrian 2's dad, of course.
"Crazy that you got your dad in this universe," original Adrian states as he spectates the scenery they passed by, Adrian 2 seated in the driver's seat. "In mine, he left us under the guise that he was gay."
"Wait, it happened to you too?" Adrian 2 exclaims, eyes shooting over to original Adrian before drifting back to the road. "I mean, for me it was my mom leaving because she was a lesbian, but I guess it's just part of this genderbent thing."
"Yeah, I'm a dude and my dad leaves, you're a chick and your mom leaves. Makes sense," the original Adrian nodded thoughtfully, leaning his head against the window and watching the slightly more depressing streets of Evergreen pass by. "Though when you think about it, your life is much more action-packed. I mean, fighting Nazis? The Sons of Liberty? It's a thousand times more intense than hanging out in weird, run-down motel rooms while Harcourt argues with John about who ate the last donut."
“Wait, Harcourt is a cold, scary warrior in your world?” Adrian 2 asked, as she stepped on the gas, the scratched Honda engine roaring angrily. “Here, she’s an office chick, I only know him because Peacemaker used to go out with her, and it was this big news sensation thing.”
“Yeah! Although she went off with Peace’s younger brother, who’s dead in my verse, so… I have no idea where she is right now.” Adrian suddenly sat up straighter in his seat as the thought crossed his mind. “Wait a minute. If in this world Peacemaker is an enemy figure and his younger brother is alive… then the two of them are working together?”
Adrian 2’s face tensed behind the wheel, her fingertips almost turning pale into his gloves.
“Keith Smith? That aggressive guy? They do. They’re the loyal little soldiers of the Blue Dragon. If they’ve got your friend… that girl, Adebayo, right? Then she’s in big trouble. The Smiths don’t spare their opponents, not from what I saw."
Adrian’s stomach clenched for a moment. Adebayo might be annoying him at times, but she was still part of the team. And more importantly, she was Chris’s friend. His Chris’s friend, I mean.
“Then we need to hurry. Because if John and Ads from my world are at danger… Fuck.”
“Don’t worry. I know the Smith Nest like the back of my hand. I’ve tried to sabotage their base many times,” Adrian 2 shrugged with a deadly serious yet relaxed grin. “Plus, I can’t wait to see their faces when they see us. Two Vigilantes? It’s an oppressor’s nightmare.”
"Now that I think about it, do you… have your own 11th Street Kids?" original Adrian spoke up, meandering.
"11th Street what?" Adrian 2's confused voice came from behind the wheel. "Your team? Peacemaker, Harcourt, them, right?"
"Yeah," original Adrian nodded in response.
"Well, my team is the Sons of Liberty. Different universes, different teams I suppose. But you guys seem to be more close-knit than I am with my guys."
As the Honda turned the last street, its tires screeching, the fortress-like mansion where the portal had opened loomed in the distance. The two Vigilantes kicked open the car doors at the same time, guns in hand, darting behind the nearest cover in perfect synchronization.
Up on a hill near the house, they found their perfect hiding spot — except, it was already occupied. Much to their surprise, it was Adebayo herself, armed with Judomaster, who Adrian 2 just stared down, trying to decide if the person in front of her was a kid, an illusion, or simply somebody short. Turns out, the person they came here to saw didn't need any saving at all. Chris, on the other hand…
Adebayo and Judomaster have already scoped out the area, given that they arrived earlier, their sights set on Peacemaker, his alternate dad and brother and Harcourt in a living room. The plan was simple: eliminate August Smith aka Blue Dragon, and Keith Smith, heroically saving Peacemaker and getting him back to his own verse.
Shit hits the fan when original Adrian busts through a window, the glass shattering and flying in all directions, his pocket knife leaving countless holes on the throat of Chris' dad after repeated stabbing. Perhaps somebody should've told the Vigilantes that August Smith was not the villain here, but oh well, what's done is done, and August Smith is dead. Keith, on the other hand…
The man was adamant on getting his revenge on the intruders, and he was out for blood. The only viable plan now was if they resorted to getting the fuck out of this verse as fast as possible.
“Fuck, this dude really looks like an orbital root!” the original Adrian shouted over the noise of the gunfire, as he immediately opened fire.
“I told you so!” Adrian 2 shouted back, as she threw himself over a stone ledge with an acrobatic move and took out the cops standing behind Keith with two accurate shots. John and Ads froze for a moment in the middle of the hail of bullets. John looked from one Vigilante to the other with wide eyes.
“What the... are there two Adrians?! And one of them has tits?!”
“Stop talking nonsense, John, shoot!” Adebayo shouted as she changed cover. The outcome of the fight was ultimately decided by the perfect, almost telepathic cooperation between the two Adrians. They moved side by side as if they had fought together all their lifetimes – which was logical, since they had the same reflexes and thoughts. They were the cover and the murder machine, while the others tried to drag themselves to the portal they entered through.
“That’s it! Run, you dick!” the original Adrian then shouted after a cop, now an entire unit scattered in the house. The portal that Chris’ gadget had opened was already starting to vibrate dangerously. The moment to return home had arrived. Adrian 2 – or Adriana – lowered her weapon, that grin on his face as she pressed the box of Cheeri-ohs she had stolen from the kitchen into the original Adrian’s hand, which she had managed to keep during the fight.
“Take this with you as a souvenir. So you know what real luxury is,” Adriana laughed.
“Thank you. You’re the coolest me I’ve ever met,” Adrian said, and suddenly, in a completely unusual way for him, he hugged her. His counterpart was surprised for a moment, but then she firmly slapped the boy on the back.
“I know. And hey... when you get home, tell your Chris to be thankful he’s not a Nazi asshole.”
“I’ll do!” Adrian nodded, and before he could've said anything else, Adrian 2 didn't hesitate as she pushed him straight through the door, shutting it with a kick and without a goodbye, the sound of gunfire echoing right before the portal completely closed.
The flash of light faded, and Adrian landed on the ground in the neverending, Backrooms-like storage of Chris' house of his own world. He looked up at Chris Smith — the good one, his best friend — standing next to him, blinking in confusion, and then proudly held up the box of hyphenated cereal.
"Dude, you have no idea what I've been on... and I brought you breakfast."
Ive noticed most fics i've read have all been romance centred... so I decided to write one that wasn't
a found family type thing, based in a fellverse because, well... the sole reason is just honestly I love the fellverses
I figured it'd also be interesting to explore the effects of communication in such violence centred words and show how much they rely on it despite everything
In order to do that I was thinking of having a fallen child be brought into the picture- specifically autistic non-verbal...
A lot of people write frisk as mute (or at least I assume that's how it is since there's never any explanation past Frisk just can't talk) so I wanted to explore more the mental inability to use words rather then the physical inability...
When people think nonverbal they think of those who can't talk at all but there's non-verbal autism where they can speak limited words and in more certain situations, and words they have preference for and they make noises while stimming but in a lot of the fanfics i've read that WEREN'T written by someone who states theyre non-verbal autistic (at least at times) they all are silent and use sign language… but that isn't necessarily what always happens... and I kinda wanted to really bring that aspect into it
Here's what I got so far for the child- its real rough and in the incredibly early stages but I wanted to see if anyone was online what you guys think of it:
CHILD:
Young child, indeterminate age, less than 10 though.
Very limited talking, can say their name, little about special interests, the words: puppy, sugar, not, hate, love, kitty, big, little, snail, boom, shark and no, can say all numbers up to 99- wont go past hundreds, (technically can go further, but won't because of the way the word hundred feels when saying it)
Verbal stims: low trilling noises, siren noises, low humming, the word ‘boo’, cat noises.
Physical stims: arm flapping, leg kicking, rubbing lip on stiffer fabrics such as denim, skin picking, gripping and rubbing at own hands, applying pressure to the tip of each finger in order on their hand over and over
I also specifically want to stay away from the whole "we'll just keep the human as a pet then" trope, Im not necessarily against the trope I just don't want that vibe in the story...
[DISCLAIMER: this is most likely just gonna be a story just for me but if the concept is well-liked enough I might share it eventually]
Red Roses Don't Bleed - Chapter 1: (on Wattpad) Vigre, a merciless yet kindhearted soul roams the world under the surveillance of his immortal prison guard "Shivy", a creature who only exists to keep an eye on her prisoner along with a God of Death who has agreed keep them safe until the end of the journey due to Vigre's lack of magical powers imposed on him by the Council of the Divine. All is happy and well, but it isn't completely peaceful. The gods seek to capture and rule over the entire world and thus continue to constantly war with each other. The rest of the kingdoms of the world have already been capture by the God of War, presently, the only one that remains is the kingdom of the God of Happiness who has been long since banished leaving no trace of his existence behind. How long can this godless kingdom hold its own? And how far can Vigre- a prisoner who has lost his excess to magic-go to save his kingdom? But most importantly, how long will this mysterious God of death (who looks like a 19 year old though Vigre tells himself that he has nothing against) continue to walk the path along with them? Should the God of Death disagree to assist them further, there will be no hope for this world called Licht.
Whenever people can’t accept that mlm relationships existed throughout history and in older fiction, I’m always torn between saying, I can understand why modern labels don’t fit, but at least acknowledge a romantic/sexual relationship/partnership, and being like, yes, men are allowed to have deep, intimate non-romantic/non-sexual platonic friendships that aren’t classified as a romantic/sexual relationship.
Prompt! "While I do enjoy the silent treatment, I wasn't aware I had done anything to you" for Hawke and Fenris, maybe? Or any pair of your choice! 😁
Thank you!!! Honestly, I thought this would be romantic, but instead it turned to ‘funny’. Did you know that Fenris hates fish? Now you do! :P This features my f!Hawke that I’m in the process of developing on the side.
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By the time Hawke finally made her way to the Hanged Man, the place was already in full swing. The band played its standard set of bawdy songs that would make a Chantry sister blush, while a room full of drunk people howled the dirty words of the refrain. Basically, it was yet another night at the bar.
Her usual crew was already congregated in the corner, with Varric and Isabela trying to teach Merrill how to cheat at cards while Sebastian and Anders animatedly debated something at length - most likely the religion and how it related to magic. The only person not actively engaged with anybody was Fenris, who sat quietly at the table and nursed a cup of what this place liked to call ‘wine’. Her choice made, Hawke slid into the seat beside him.
“Hey there, sexy,” she said quietly and shot him what she thought was a flirty look.
Fenris frowned, stared for a brief moment, took a sip of his drink, and glanced away.
Her stomach dropped. What did she do? What was wrong? She tried to think of the last time they interacted - a dinner at Sebastian’s place - but nothing detrimental came to mind. Panic rose in her throat, but before she could wind herself up even more, she decided to just ask.
“So, while I do enjoy the silent treatment - it’s such a novelty in this crowd - I wasn't aware I had done anything to you to merit it,” she said with as light of a tone as she could muster.
Fenris looked back at her and had to notice the worry in her eyes because he immediately rolled his eyes.
“Hawke, you’re being dramatic again,” he noted evenly.
She grinned in return.
“No such thing,” she informed him. “Besides, I’m trying to find out why you’re mad at me.”
“I’m not mad,” was his immediate reply.
Hawke narrowed her eyes.
“Fine. Then what crawled up your ass and died?”
Fenris stared at her for a long time while the peculiar ambiance of the bar around them carried on undisturbed.
“Did you know I hate fish?” he asked finally.
Hawke frowned.
“No, I don’t think I did. What of it?”
“You know how at dinner you insisted that you would serve everybody that abhorrent pie Sebastian was so excited about?” he said. “The one with fish heads? The one that splashed all over my plate and contaminated all of my food?”
First, horror filled Hawke’s heart as she realized that through her desire to please Sebastian’s pride in his cultural cuisine, she managed to ostracize her other friend. Then she realized just how silly Fenris was being about the whole thing, pouting about the whole thing like a child.
“Oh, Fenris,” she said and looped her arm with his. “Next time I’m being pig-headed about something, just tell me to fuck off, alright? It’s incredibly difficult to keep my rag-tag group of friends happy, so if you don’t tell me, I won’t know!”
Fenris humphed.
“I hate fish,” he stated again. “And now you know.”
Hawke could tell he was slowly coming out of his moody disposition and decided to take advantage of it.
“How about this: next time we have a dinner party at my place, there will be no fish anywhere. Only proper meat,” she offered. “And you can request something special for yourself. Do you like lamb kebabs? My mother has a fantastic recipe for Fereldan lamb kebabs.”
Fenris was now looking at her incredulously, finally huffing a laugh.
“You’re an odd one, Hawke,” he said. “And yes, I like lamb kebabs.”
The grin she shot Fenris could have blinded the sun.
“Great! It’s settled!” she said, then glanced around. “Now, who do I have to kill to get a cup of something alcoholic?”
As if by magic, all of her friends were suddenly paying attention to her, reminding her that she didn’t have to get violent in order to get a drink. Hawke grinned to herself; life was alright like that.
