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"I love you , I'm glad we're friends"
Okay okay okay you know what ? Fallen Angel AU everyone, get in
This may get kind of long, so TLDR will be at the end.
On one hand there are Angels, led by King Frederick and his family; on the other hand there are Demons, led by King Edmund and his family (Eugene and his mother are by his side). The two Kingdoms are separated by a physical barrier called the Black Rocks, that can almost never be moved or broken.
Why almost ? Because the leaders of the Kingdoms have the Moonstone and the Sundrop, and can use them to control the rocks. In this AU, Rapunzel has the Sundrop while King Edmund has a Moonstone staff. (I'll come back to this later).
Where is the drama ?
Well first, Rapunzel and Eugene have met a few times already (when their parents would meet each other for political business) and fallen in love, but their relationship is made impossible by the fact that they can't really see each other (no way to communicate) and because relationships between Angels and Demons are forbidden.
Second drama : said relationships are forbidden for a reason. Unlike King Frederick who does everything himself, King Edmund has separated the work between the members of the Brotherhood : Quirin, being the wisest, was the one in charge of meeting with the Angels (and thus given the Moonstone staff). However, the knight fell in love with one of the Angels accompanying the King, and they had a child. A child named Varian, whom his mother had to hide from the authorities and who was born with broken wings because of the incompatibility between Angels and demons. The two kings were the only ones to know, and so the day King Edmund put Quirin in charge of Eugene's education instead (because he was still loyal and caring), King Frederick started to track Varian's mother down.
Frederick ultimately succeeded and Varian's mother was sent to jail (which are not among the Angels but among the Demons instead), which led to Varian wanting revenge because of course he would. So Varian befriends Rapunzel in order to manipulate her and force her to use the Sundrop to get rid of the Black Rocks, which would allow him to reunite with his family while also threatening to annihilate both of the Kingdoms. Varian is stopped and put under arrest, sent into jail as well.
That's where our real story begins. King Edmund, who knows Eugene should soon replace him as King, decides to test his son's skills as a leader. In order to do that, he asks him to go visit Varian in jail (without saying anything about him) with the mission to have to tell him after a few days what he thinks would be best to do with him.
Eugene does so, and is shocked to see a kid, and above all one that seems to be neither an Angel nor a Demon. Is that why his Dad sent him ? Because he didn't know how to judge this particular person ? Because he felt sorry for the kid ? Or because he just saw him as an opportunity ?
Eugene doesn't want to see him as any of these things. He wants to understand the kid, who he is and what his point of view is, not just what he has done. It is difficult to do so however, because Varian is very hostile, so Eugene tries all kind of ways to get the kid to open up, which eventually leads to them being friends.
Bonus angst ? Bonus angst.
Edmund has forced Eugene to come with a bodyguard, which are the members of the Brotherhood : so yes, Varian and Quirin did meet, although none of them recognized each other because Varian has no idea what his Dad looks like and Quirin has no idea he has a son (Frederick and Edmund kept this "accident" a secret).
There are many jails among King Edmund's Kingdom, but only one is made for "criminals seen as a threat". Which means that Varian is in the same HUGE prison as his mother is in, and many other familiar faces as well. And yes, Andrew is Varian's cellmate, and he does try to make him join him in his plan to 1) break free and 2) steal the Moonstone's staff.
Eugene loves Rapunzel but Varian sure doesn't. When they come to that subject, Eugene is less than pleased to learn that Varian has hurt Rapunzel to get his way, and Varian is really not happy to learn that Eugene (who he finally thought he could trust) is on Rapunzel's side.
TLDR; Varian, born from a forbidden love between an Angel and a Demon, goes to jail after he has attacked Princess of the Angels Rapunzel. In jail, he meets Prince of the Demons Eugene, who was sent by his father to learn more about that Fallen Angel who is unique in many ways. Friendship and redemption follows, though it is not easy with Varian's hatred for everyone and his cellmate Andrew trying to further manipulate him.
Can we please start using a distinction between show Percy and book Percy, because I’ll see fanart without the context in the description and I think I’m looking at Luke, like BrO I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THE MENTAL GYMNASTICS, STOP THESE MIND GAMES
is there a purer joy than this?
do u ever think sukuna and itadori will just have a conversation?? Like yeah he’s a really bad curse but it would be funny lmao just imagine
Itadori ( a actual teen DEF a gen z, at any inconvenience) : oh my god someone kill me pls
Sukuna: I mean I got some pretty good news if u wanna hear it
Itadori: bro literally stfu
most nights, katsuki will sit under the covers with his debriefing file and a blank, uninterested stare—flipping through the documents as you prance around the room getting ready for bed.
he’s seen you do this an endless amount of times, and has even been dragged into the commotion on numerous occasions—ending the night with a green face mask and a faux frown.
still, he doesn’t really get it.
of course, brushing your teeth is a given, and he won’t fuss about you washing your face—but the line has to be drawn somewhere, right?
pillow mist—the latest villain.
“babe, seriously?” he coughs, sitting up a bit as he sticks his tongue out and holds a hand over his throat. maybe, you went a little trigger happy with the black chamomile, but he’s being dramatic. “it’s in my fuckin’ mouth!”
“there’s an easy fix for that, y’know,” you smile, running your thumb and index finger across your lips in a zipping motion.
his eyes grow wide—not out of anger, or shock, but amusement. your smug comments are never ending and supremely annoying, but he fucking loves them—they’re cute. you’re cute.
he watches, tonguing at his cheek as you plop down in front of the large floor length mirror like a heathen—skincare splayed out in front of you.
you would do this in the bathroom, but you’ve been told not to by your boyfriend—who’s just looking to maximize his precious time with you, even if it means choking back the polluted air.
though he’d still argue that you are the only one who should be choking on anything while in the bedroom—not him.
“katsuki, stop that,” you laugh, catching his gaze through the reflection as your fingers run along your cheeks, working in your moisturizer.
“huh?”
stop what? existing? he’s just sitting there, hasn’t moved a muscle or opened his mouth in almost two whole minutes, and you’re telling him to stop? what the hell do you want from—
“you’re staring.”
oh, well—you’re wearing his shirt, the black long sleeve that hangs off your shoulder just a tad and drowns your hands in excess fabric. he gave you this shirt after your first night together, and while it’s no more than a piece of cotton—it’s special.
it reminds him of that morning, when you padded into the kitchen and asked what he was doing. he was making breakfast, obviously, but you insisted he come back to bed.
you were annoying, selfish—he had no more than an hour before he had to be at the agency, and you were asking him to skip the most important meal of the day to cuddle with you. unbelievable.
nevertheless, it was then that katsuki knew he was in love—with you passed out on his chest, in his shirt, just ten minutes before he had to leave.
so yes, he’s staring.
“am not,” he scoffs, keeping his eyes glued to you as you dab yet another cream onto your fingers. what the hell are you concocting over there? “i’m makin’ sure you don’t kill us with all that shit.”
if anyone were going to kill us—it would be you. the sentence pops into your head, but dies before it ever has a shot at tumbling out of your mouth.
maybe, that would’ve been something you said to the katsuki you first met years ago—but never to the one sitting in your bed right now. if you told the public what you did on that morning, you’re almost certain that half the population would be wondering how you lived to tell the tale—because no way in hell would the dynamight let that slide, right? everyone and their mother knows that his job as a pro hero is incredibly important to him.
but, not once in your relationship have you ever felt an ounce of unease, anxiety, anything, that’d make you doubt your safety for a single second—because you are more important to katsuki.
“you still with me?” he interrupts your selfish train of thought, pushing himself off the headboard to get a better look at your face. you’re a little zoned out. “fuckin’ fumes are gettin’ to you, huh?”
“i’m fine kats,” you grin, stepping back into reality as you screw the lid back onto your eye cream. you turn, sharing your smile with him.
“c’mere,” he rasps, leaning back onto his freshly scented pillow and discarding his papers onto the nightstand.
“or what?” you challenge, looking to rile him up a little before you inevitably go over there.
“you wanna find out?” he smirks, mind flooding with a tidal wave of lewd thoughts that he’s most definitely going to share with you later.
the voice in your mind screams yes, and you rise to your feet—shuffling over there in your slippers a little too eagerly, you’re sure.
you climb atop the covers and sit beside him—milliseconds away from opening your mouth to say something that would’ve gotten you into even more trouble—but he pulls you down for a kiss.
maybe he knew what was coming and saved you, or maybe this is you finding out. reason aside—he’s kissing you. slowly, his mouth moves against yours, and subtly, he tugs on the collar of your shirt—pulling you impossibly close.
“katsuki,” you sigh, running a thumb over his cheek as you lean your forehead against his. he’s pretty—strong, sharp features contrasting the softness behind his eyes. you know this look, it’s the same one he gave you that morning. gosh, how did you get so damn—
“hey,” he barks, grinning wide as he wraps a hand around your wrist. “you starin’ at me?”
jae-won will be remembered 🙏
Hmmm
Red bird swords
Journals
Fluffy cat like creature ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Little friends
Evil dudes
Castles in sky
Intersting
This is what it feels like tbh.
nahh bro what is saul goodman doing in mandela catalogue