Here’s a G/t snippet I wrote of my NaNoWriMo characters. Too bad this doesn’t count toward my words 😩
These characters aren’t originally G/t. Rather, they’re prince and princess of opposing kingdoms who go through some crap and end up falling in love at the end of the story. After, yk, a bunch of war and death and curses and witches and dragons and spirits and- yeah.
I kinda wanted to write them like this, tho. I couldn’t decide whether Enzo or Tana would be more suiting shrunken, and after a bunch of overthinking about it, I decided to just stick with M/f like I usually do.
For context, they’re both eighteen. In this AU, Tana is a borrower-adjacent creature Enzo probably rescued one day. Ever since, she’s been helping him rule his kingdom.
CWs: extremely mild cutting, PG
Disclaimer: this is unedited
“You know, for someone I literally take care of, you’re pretty ungrateful,” Enzo chuckled, staring as I ate with my back turned to him.
“Oh, please. You’d be lost without me,” I mumbled as I nibbled off the last part of bread. My steps echoed rhythmically off the table as I paced, reading through the document he’d allowed me access to.
“Would I?” he asked with a chuckle. As if to prove a point, he leaned just a bit over, casting me in his shadow. The black ink that’d been so clear before now sat engulfed in its beloved darkness, and I frowned at its unreadable pages.
“Would you like my assistance, or might you prefer to suffer in your own incompetence tomorrow?” I shot, turning around to meet the hazel brown eyes looming above. They glinted with something mischievous as always, and I fought the urge to climb up and carve them out by blade.
“I’ve been trained my whole life to do this,” he countered. “I’m not stupid, but I do like your help. I could always rule on my own with a different advisor.”
He must’ve noticed how much I tensed at the idea, because another amused chuckle escaped his lips. He pulled back, allowing the sun to reclaim its place on the yellowed paper, but my attention had averted by that point.
“Like I said, Red,” he continued, “I’m not stupid. I know you’re only doing this to keep me from hurting your kingdom.”
I scowled at him. At the way he hung my own tactics over my head. At how the sun made his earthy brown skin shine like gold.
Then, he had the audacity to slip a hand on to the table next to me. I didn’t hesitate to grab the opportunity, slipping my dagger from my waist and taking a swing at his hand. The metal left a slight gash across his finger—one not even deep enough to bleed out.
But he allowed me the satisfaction nonetheless.
He flinched and cursed under his breath. It wasn’t anything too dramatic to make it appear like he was teasing me, but rather, a simple gesture to present his respect.
I’d not hurt him enough to earn any reaction, but he felt I deserved one anyway.
I turned back to the document. I could’ve argued that it was to regain my focus, but my flushed cheeks would beg to differ.
A moment of silence passed. He hadn’t moved yet; just watched me.
“What was that?” he replied immediately, and his chair creeped as he leaned closer.
I gritted my teeth, shooting around. “I said thank-“
I was cut off by how remarkably close his face was, and I stumbled back. I tripped over my dress, falling to a sitting position with nowhere to look but his massive brown eyes.
“You’re welcome.” He smiled to show off his brilliantly white teeth, then inched closer. Too quickly for me to process, he moved his finger under my hand, leaning down to brush his lips over it.
And just like that, he stood and resigned to his quarters.
I was left alone in a room that grew darker by the second, blinking in bewilderment as I stared at nothing.
Sometimes it was easy to doubt or question, but just then, I realized just how true it was. Enzo was a prince.