you know i've seen a lot of people say oak and suren don't have sizzling chemistry or whatever like jurdan do and i just think that it's not, you know, the same /kind/ of chemistry but still
they don't have the enemies to lovers tension but...see.
oak brushing suren's hair, untangling the curls the way he did with his sisters and mothers hair
oak buying the hairpin for her and pinning it on her hair
oak playing that game with the fox pieces just as they did when they were children and letting suren win but then telling her she owes him a dance
when suren pinned the hairpin on his hair in that scene in the boat
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i think their appeal is their tenderness and the way they're so familiar with each other thanks to their childhood friendship. Idk I don't think we should expect Jurdan 2.0 with everything HB writes. Suren and Oak have their own beauty. They're a great example of friends to lovers done well (at least only in the first book) and with substance.
Randomly remembered that long ago I had this idea of redrawing the most iconic Howl’s Moving Castle shot with them
The idea of Mylo somehow seeing how jinx sees him breaks my heart, he was mean and shit bc he was an insecure kid, but im sure he loved her, and now, his lil sister will forever see him as the lil voice that whispers her deepest insecurities and fears in her ear
Yes, in BTSV I'm gonna need at least five one (1) Big Damn Hug and some Ugly Tears from both parties involved. Thanks!
Make your own dialogue. They both need a hug.
Gwen hate not tolerated in comments or reblogs, kk thx.
So I was thinking about this small one-shot with Suren and Oak for some time because there is very little writing we have about them and I wanted to contribute both to the fandom and to the ship itself. Even though I love Cardan and Jude (read my works about them) I loved the dynamics of Oak and Suren and I want to read about them so guys please write about them. Also I’m writing a smut about them 😉
You already know my English is not the best, but I try.
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The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting golden streaks across the tangled sheets. But it wasn’t this that made the prince wake, in fact for him it was hard to fall asleep alongside the beautiful queen of winter, so he spent almost the time looking at her features, her cheeks that were flustered because of their previous actions.
A lazy smile tugged at his lips as he brushed a strand of hair from her face, she looked almost ethereal, even here, in the mundanity of an apartment in the human world.
He trailed his fingers along her exposed back, not to wake her but simply because he couldn’t help himself, but his thin rings cold against her hot skin, making her stir in her sleep and wake.
A soft hum escaped her lips as she blinked sleepily up at him “Morning.”
“Morning,” he echoed, his grin deepening. “You’re gorgeous like this, you know
When she rolled her body to face him, he had a wild smile on his face “What?” Wren’s flustered face and furrowed brow made him grin even wider.
“Nothing, just admiring you,” he murmured, his knuckles brushing against her cheek. He placed a gentle kiss on her skin, making her sigh. “My fallen queen.”
She scoffed lightly, shifting under the sheets. “You’re always so poetic.”
“Am I?” Oak propped himself up on one elbow, looking at her with a lazy smirk. “You should be grateful. Not everyone gets to wake up to such flattery.”
Wren rolled her eyes but smiled despite herself. “Lucky me.”
Oak trailed his fingers along her arm absentmindedly. “What were you dreaming about? You had this little frown.”
She hesitated for a moment. “I think it had something to do with… oh, you’re going to laugh.”
“Absolutely,” he confirmed. “But tell me anyway.”
She sighed defeated but joyful as she remembered “Fine. I dreamt that you turned into a fox.”
Oak blinked. Then burst into laughter. “A fox? Was I at least a beautiful one?”
Wren smirked, poking his chest. “Oh, you were very fluffy and… clever. Too clever. You kept charming people left and right, leading them in circles, making them do your bidding with just a glance.”
Oak grinned, pleased. “Sounds about right.”
She playfully shoved him, and he caught her hand, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “Would you have kept me?” he asked.
Wren pretended to consider. “I don’t know… You were particularly mischievous. Always stealing things, vanishing when I needed you, only to reappear smugly.”
“I’d make an excellent fox,” he mused. “A regal one. Like a prince of foxes.”
“Oh, sure,” she teased. “Prince of stolen trinkets and smug grins.”
“Exactly.” He leaned in, pressing a slow kiss to her lips. “You wouldn’t be able to resist me.”
She hummed against his lips before pulling back. “Debatable.”
Oak lowered his head and started kissing her shoulder making her groan but didn’t pull away, and he took that as encouragement, continuing his slow assault of lazy kisses along her arm.
They stayed like that for a while, wrapped in the warmth of each other, until the quiet of the apartment broke with the sound of jingling keys and the front door opening. The distinct noises of voices filled the space.
Wren bolted upright. “Someone’s here.”
Oak could hear the laughter of Vivi and Heather, the sound of Taryn scolding Leander, who was laughing hysterically, and Jude snapping at Cardan for some insufferable joke he must have made.
The prince, still stretched out and very much unclothed, barely spared a glance toward the door. “Mm. Probably just Vivi.”
“That’s exactly the problem,” she hissed, already scrambling to find her scattered clothes. “We’re naked, Oak.”
He propped himself up on one elbow, amusement clear in his gaze. “Are we? I hadn’t noticed.”
She shot him a glare, tugging an oversized hoodie over her head. Oak, however, remained unfazed, watching her struggle with lazy amusement.
Just as she was about to yank on her jeans, he caught her wrist and pulled her toward him.
“What are you doing?” she murmured, resting her hands on his shoulders.
“Don’t worry, we have plenty of time, my sweet fairy.” Oak placed more kisses on her cheeks, jaw, and neck, making her falter.
She groaned but didn’t pull away, surrendering to his touch for just a moment before snapping out of it. “Oak, seriously, we need to get dressed.”
After a long session of stolen kisses, they finally got dressed and made their way into the living room. As expected, they weren’t alone anymore. Jude, Madoc, and Leander stood in the center of the room, shopping bags in hand. Leander was proudly holding up a new board game while Madoc and Jude bickered over something trivial. It was an oddly domestic scene.
Jude turned first, her sharp gaze flickering between Wren’s rumpled hoodie and Oak’s infuriatingly smug expression. A slow smirk spread across her lips.
“Did we interrupt something?” she asked, her tone far too amused.
Wren turned red. “No.”
Oak, however, slung an arm around her shoulders. “Maybe.”
Vivi, looking genuinely surprised, stepped forward and hugged Oak. “Finally awake you two” Her gaze shifted to Wren, friendlier than Jude’s scrutinizing stare.
“Well, that must have been quite a night?” Cardan questioned, receiving a displeased look from his wife. “And so silent.”
Oak just grinned at the implications of his uncle’s words and looked at Wren, who was visibly nervous, but as soon as his hand found hers, she seemed to relax. He led her toward the sofa, settling beside Leander and gesturing toward the board game.
“So, what did you buy at the mall?” he asked, effortlessly shifting the conversation.
Leander beamed. “Something amazing. And I’m going to destroy you all.”
Oak smirked, exchanging a glance with Wren. She was still flustered, but he could see the beginnings of a smile at the corner of her lips.
“Well then,” he said, dropping onto the couch, “let the games begin.”
Absolutely nothing! They're perfect individually and together!
Thank you for listening to this essay.
For one sister to be happy, the other has to die
(Odysseus steps out of his chambers in Ithaca. Sees a bone.)
Odysseus (scratching his head): That's the sixth one this week. Athena.
Athena (appearing): Yes?
Odysseus: I thought all the suitors were dead.
Athena: They are.
Odysseus (points at the bone): Then do you know who keeps leaving these? Are they a kind of threat or something?
Athena (in realization): Oh, those! No, they're not threats. Those are from Ares.
Odysseus: What?
Athena: He's a fan of yours now. That's how he says he likes you.
Odysseus:...by leaving bones?
Athena: I can call him over here if you want.
Odysseus (quickly): No that's okay--(fails to stop her)
(Ares appears and waves)
Athena (to Ares): He's curious about the bones you keep giving him.
Ares (sadly to Odysseus): You don't like them?
Odysseus (unsurely): N-no, they're great. I just...wanted to know who to thank.
Ares (happily): Good, because I've got more for you!
(A pile of bones drops into Odysseus's arms. Ares waves again and vanishes.)
Odysseus: Do you know why this is his way of showing approval?
Athena: I try not to ask.
I want someone to draw Peri (Poof) visiting Timmy's grave, saying, "Hi, (big) brother"
"But you held your pride like you should've held me"
Is such a Lucia x Pride lyric
STOP hating Gwen!
Jeez, we are in the 21st century and you still project misogyny on a minor character who was a product of her environment!
If she was a boy, I bet, everyone would excuse his actions on spot. She was 16 year old brainwashed girl, trained to save the whole world, not only just one person. She was under the influence of Jess and Miguel, who also are superheroes, not normal persons. They were the closest thing she had as family. They taught her that duty comes first.
You blame her for everything, you put her against spiderbite and you claim she's the bad guy here. Where's Miguel's hate?
If you don't like her generally, that's fine, but those whose reasons are that she broke Miles heart and she lied to him, are misogynists. She is her own character and you should see her as that. She isn't surrounded only by Miles'existence. She made mistakes, she realized it, she is on her way to fix everything. She stood up.
And don't go with "Spiderbite helped Miles immediately", because I am gonna crash out.
Margo wasn't at the mercy of Miguel and Jess. She didn't need them. Gwen did. She needed a home, a hideout, because her own father wanted to arrest her or even shoot her. She didn't have anywhere to go. So, of course, Margo would help Miles as fast as she did. She is a good person with nothing holding her back. Gwen has many reasons to think twice before she acts on her own. But she did, and stood up. From the start she told Jess that her gut says that they are wrong, but Jess dismissed her. She was feeling that they were making a mistake and when she fully realized it, she risked it and turned against Miguel.
So, please, before you go hate on Gwen just because she "betrayed" Miles think again what says about you and your critical thought.
And for God's sake, don't compare Gwen with Margo or the other way around. Respect both characters for their own unique traits.