#pen pal au

[impyssadobsessions]

DPxDC idea/prompt Pen Pals

(Probably more idea but you can run with the concept... im so srry XD) Basically Danny and Damian are pen pals- until Damian receives a letter with Lazarus Water and Blood smeared on the page.

WHAT IF Danny and Damian were pen pals before Danny's accident. A school project for 8th grade. Damian was reluctant to participate but due to it being a grade and being pestered by his siblings that he would just scare the kid off anyways, he deciding to partake in this pen pal. Danny whose not suffering at school, just living a normal life at the moment, is being teased by Dash saying his pen pal could smell loser before even opening the letter. Asking Danny if his parents even let him open the letter or blast it thinking its a ghost. Which makes Danny who wasn't into this idea of writing a stranger more determined to do it. Besides they might only get one letter and teachers drop the subject. They might not even get it. So what the heck. Turns out they become the only ones that constantly wrote each other- even mailing it in person once the school ended the program. (Damian having a post box set up for letters)

At first it was awkward. Danny commented/asking if Damian really was their age or some teacher pretending to write back instead of sending out the letters. If so. He sucks at it because what kid writes perfectly grammar letters and big words to convey something is cool. Guess its better than pretending he knows slang. Damian furious writes back, offended! Also asks if he isn't younger, because everyone with basic english should know to capitalize their letters! This goes back and fourth. Danny writing back every chance he got, and Damian doing the same, even being told not to at the dinner table. It goes from offended at each other to being curious. Danny asking Damian more advice on english because it isn't his favorite subject. Damian asking more about how to sound like his age. Then it devolves to animals. Danny wishing he had one, but his parents didn't want one getting into the lab. Damian happily sending picture of his animals. Danny talking more about the stars.. etc. Until Accident happens- Danny starts having trouble writing the letters. His pen with phase through his hand and replies between them got longer. Danny justifying this by saying he's having trouble with schooling this year. Damian also been unable to send as many replies because he's been busy with teen titans and other heroics. Though he's encouraging Danny saying Danny is far smarter than that school even is aware of. Until one day, after months of not being able to reply. He finds Damian's letter again. It makes him feel better. Even if Damian didn't know him... this person still believes in Danny... Though Danny feels guilty about it- it compels him to write him again. He was about to finish the letter when he gets blasted by a ghost. He returns from the fight, beaten and bloody. He picks up the letter and sighs at the green stain left on it. Folding it up he stuffs it into his bag. Next day after hurrying off to school, his mother finds the letter after it had fallen on the floor. She read a little bit of it and immediately recognize it was to Danny's penpal. She takes the opportunity to try her knew anti-ecto spray and mails it for Danny. "Boy just like his father. So messy. I'll have to give him a lecture about ecto-contamination again." Damian just returned from a mission from Teen Titans, been gone for three months. Alfred informs Damian he had received a letter from his anonymous pen pal in his absence. Damian had almost forgotten about the pen pal- thinking his pal just didn't want to answer anymore. So eagerly he goes to his room to open the letter, but immediately blood drain from his face as his eyes zoomed back the feathery ink to the green blotch of lazurus water.. having almost evaporated.. leaving a water stain that glowed... and more importantly.. the human specks of blood that was revealed with the driest parts of the stain. Damian immediately rushes to the cave.. only to find out his paranoia was right.... and was it his fault his friend was harmed? Also the idea of Damian talking to Phantom in his robin suit. Asking how Daniel Fenton was.. and Phantom surprised and slips out a "Alive as much as he's dead." Damian glaring and Phantom corrects, "He's fine. He has parents that are ghost hunters is all." Stressing his situation complicated. Phantom just so shocked his pen pal is a hero- annnnd also cursing his mom for sending a letter like that. HE KNEW IT WOULD SEND IMPLICATIONS!

but idk if I figured out a good way for Damian to see the smeared letter. I just think it be fun. Also Damian thinking he's to blame for league going after the fentons when he wasn't. At least not as early as he thought. He's very focused on saving/protecting Danny Fenton.. which makes Phantom's job harder.

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #88

Danny and Damian are twins but they get separated at age 7, years later when they’re both 14 they both are going to high school and their schools decide to create a program where they wind up as pen pals to each other unknowing that they’re talking too each other as it’s been set up to be anonymous. Danny decides to take a leap of faith and encrypts a message about the media blackout around his town and how they’re overrun with ghosts and could use the Justice Leagues help through out all of his letters knowing that very few could actually understand it but he just felt so tired and this was the only way he could think to get any help for his town.

Damian just wonders who exactly his pen pal is to encrypt these letters like this.

[flight-of-the-sacred-eagle]

Fuck it. New Invader Zim AU

Penpal AU

So this AU, the Irken Empire isn’t… well. The empire we know. It’s far more primitive (more advanced they humans and have colonized parts of their own solar system but haven’t invented ftl travel).

An older Dib and Zim are both kinda outcasts in their respective societies. Zim is… well. He’s Zim. And kinda obsessed with trying to find alien life. Dib is pretty much the same thing. So the pair spend their time trying to find evidence of life. This leads to them using radios, constantly trying to make a call to the universe.

And eventually, Zim picks up Dib’s transmission. And returns it.

There’s a month delay on Zim’s side, but eventually Dib gets the return message and the pair are kinda freaking out. Because holy shit they actually found alien life. Except no one cares (irkens) or don’t believe them (humans)

After about a year of back and forths, Zim eventually manages to create an instant transmission system and sends Dib the blueprints. And it works.

About four years go by with them talking more and more and pretty much falling in love. And Zim, being Zim, decides this isn’t enough. If no one cares, he’ll do everything himself. This leads to him, with Dib’s help, creating basically Skype between the too.

And this is… fine. For a few years, but by this point they really see each other as their only friends and Zim realizes he’s head over heels. So he decides, screw it. He’s making FTL travel. The empire had toyed with it for a bit before giving up, but Zim is determines.

And a decade later, he’s figured it out. So, without telling Dib (or really anyone else) he fucking dips and heads to Earth.

And there’s this really cute reunion/first meeting thing. Idk. I thought it’d be cute

[lord-squiggletits]

What is the Tarnma penpals au? I've seen you mention it a couple times and am super curious about it!

Hiiii

So the Pen Pals AU is an idea that I got a couple of weeks ago. Kind of self-explanatory by the name, but the idea is it's a post-war scenario with a diplomatic ending b/t the Autobots and Decepticons. One of the many efforts to normalize relations is a pen pals program that's set up to pair Autobots with Decepticons under randomized pseudonyms. The goal is to try and create positive relationships based only on these letters and not any preconceived notions based on faction or identity. (Also it's pre-Earth which means it's pre-Delphi for Pharma, so his normal non-traumatized personality features.)

Pharma and Tarn naturally get paired up under this program, and the first part of the AU/fic (yes I'm going to write it eventually) is them basically having their pen pals relationship turn from friendship to heavily implied mutual romantic attachment. Their individual daily lives are also shown bc each of them is dealing with their own identity-related crisis: Tarn struggling with depression and addiction in the aftermath of all the things he did for the DJD and confusion over why Megatron just had them change so suddenly. Pharma with the realization that his whole life has just been defined by his accomplishments and he's lived his life in a way where he's oft-respected and admired, but never loved for who he is as a person rather than what he does.

The whole AU was originally meant to be fluffy and slice-of-life-esque (there was even an arranged marriage component in the very first conception of the idea), but as I fleshed out the setting more, I realized I wanted to actually delve deep into the implications of a post-war setting. So the Pen Pals AU has taken a darker turn recently; not darker as in fluffy romance to dead dove, but it's more like, the fluffy romance develops and then the past/war comes back to haunt Tarn and Pharma's relationship in a way that's very (re)traumatizing, both for them individually and their chances of being able to stay together as a couple.

So the fact that Tarn was in the DJD/oversaw Grindcore and did countless atrocities is very much an element of the story that's explored rather than shied away from. At first he deals with it on his own, and for a while he lives in blissful ignorance knowing that his pen pal is the one relationship he has with a "normal person" (he knows that his pen pal is a doctor, aka not a hardened soldier and criminal). Unfortunately things get complicated when his pen pal asks to meet IRL because he wants them to be more than friends, and Tarn realizes that he can't move forward with this new, blooming relationship without being honest about who he is. On Pharma's end, he has to grapple with the idea of choosing love over reputation, following his heart rather than his fear of social rejection/ostracization. Especially when the consequences of continuing to date Tarn could go from just "people judging him" to.... well, that's what me eventually writing the fic is meant to reveal. :)

TLDR: Tarn and Pharma meet as anonymous pen pals, end up having a lot of shared issues re: loneliness and isolated public personas, help each other solve their personal problems, share a mutual love of music, and fall in love, then realize who the other is. Complications ensue.

[nephilimeq]

Pen Pal AU

Benedict is a bored office manager and Penelope is a school teacher, and one day their letters get mixed up...which is all that is needed for the two of them to spark up a friendship through writing letters in a digital aged world, both of them longing for simpler times--and simpler love.

[starryeyedjanai]

Janai!!! Pen pal au for WIP weekend pleeaaseee <3 - Joey

@matchingbatbites and @eriquin

hi friends!!! it is no longer the weekend, but here we are! I'm 40k+ words into this fic and i'm realizing anything i write will kind of spoil where this fic is going, sooooo here is a snippet of the beginning!

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Steve is trying so hard not to roll his eyes, but it’s getting increasingly difficult to do as his English teacher explains the project that’s going to end up being 40% of his grade at the end of the year. 

A goddamn pen pal program.

His teacher is so excited about it too, and that makes it even harder not to roll his eyes. 

This pen pal thing is a sure-fire way to get the teenagers who don't typically have lots of time to write long papers (the musical theater kids, the marching band nerds, the jocks, the freaky dance recital girls who can fit their legs behind their heads) to hone in on their writing skills, or so she says. 

He was suspicious when he started his senior year with most of the senior guys on his basketball team in his English class and he was so right to think it was weird because they're trying to run an experiment on them. 

How can the teachers of Hawkins high get their jocks more involved and more enthusiastic about school? Let's stick them with a year long writing assignment. What could possibly go wrong?

Steve can feel the insubordinate urge to just not even pick up his assignment on the way out the door, but he really can't afford to fail this class. He barely passed all of his classes last year and he has to keep his GPA at a C average to stay on the varsity basketball team this year. He thinks he can deal with writing to some nerd from another school for a few months.

He doesn't look at the assignment until a couple weeks later when Miss Chandler reminds them that she'll be conferring with the English teacher from the other school to make sure everyone in the class received their first letters soon.

He pulls the crumpled folder the assignment came in from his backpack and opens it. There's a grainy picture of the marching band attached and he's guessing his pen pal is somewhere in that picture. Great.

There's a sheet that explains the project. Even the rubric makes Steve roll his eyes.

This project is worth 40% of your grade... You must submit your first letter no later than Monday, October 28... All subsequent letters should be submitted on the 1st and 3rd Monday of each month. Letters from the sister school should arrive by the following Friday. At the end of the year, you must have sent at least 10 letters to your pen pal... 

Yada, yada, yada.

Behind that sheet is a letter introducing his pen pal.

Eddie Munson. 

There's a list of topic starters that Eddie filled in so that Steve has something to put in his first letter.

I am (age) 18 years old. I am a member of the marching band. I live in Indianapolis. In my spare time, I like to play D&D! I'm the dungeon master for the school club. I like music! Ask me anything about music and I'll write you a novel.

There's an identical sheet that Steve's supposed to fill out and send back with his first letter.

He has no idea what to write for this first letter since he knows basically nothing about him. He knows he does D&D like the kids he babysits for, which is something to go off of at least. Maybe he can get Dustin to write something nerdy that Eddie will understand.

He does actually end up talking to Dustin about the assignment and he tells him a line to put in the letter that Eddie will understand, but it flies right over Steve's head.

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October 28, 1984

Hi Eddie! 

I'm Steve Harrington. 

You can probably read this on my character sheet (ha, D&D reference!!), but I'm on the basketball team. Do you think they paired everyone this way on purpose? I definitely have more in common with the other jocks at your school than you, but everyone I've talked to in my class is paired with someone from a different activity. 

Your info sheet mentions that you like music. Tell me more. Who's your favorite artist? Who do you listen to when you've had a bad day? What song is on every mixtape you give a girl? 

I guess we're in this for the long haul, so we have plenty of time to get to know more about each other this year. I honestly can't think of any interesting questions to ask you right now so I'll leave that up to you. Aren't dungeon masters supposed to be able to improvise well? 

Signing off, Steve Harrington

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@legitcookie- you mentioned you were interested in this fic so i'm tagging youuuuuu too!

[amyisherenowitsokay]

💕 What is the WIP that you are most excited about?

PEN PAL AU PEN PAL AU PEN PAL AU PEN PAL—

For anyone who doesn’t wanna hunt through my dashboard for context, I’ve got another ZAGR AU In the works. To keep it as vague as possible, Zim and Gaz video chat from across the galaxy, essentially the Invader Zim version of pen pals, and become more and more friendly.

And then I make them kiss, but of course, that’s much later. It gonna have danger, it gonna be slow burn, it gonna have will they/won’t they, it gonna have the TALLEST, Skoodge, it’s gonna FLEX and I’m real hype for it.

[kleenex-tissues]

Yours Truly

Maribat coming at you again twice in the same night baby

As always, click here for AO3

Chapter 2:  Marinette Dupain-Cheng Will be Fluent in English, Mark Her Words

Marinette Dupain-Cheng liked to think of herself as an optimist, not that she had much choice.

After spending the past three years fighting a guy who took advantage of the negative emotions of Paris’ civilians with nothing but a yo-yo, she had learned to ward off bad feelings rather quickly.

No matter how many times she got detention for skipping class to fight an akuma. Or got yelled at by her Maman for falling asleep at the bakery’s register after staying up all night fighting an akuma. Or her friends called her flakey when she was late to their hangout because she was across town fighting an akuma.

Quite frankly, it was a wonder just how she hadn’t been akumatized in all these years, but her ability to switch into aggressive positivity seemed to keep even Hawkmoth at bay.

This optimism was what got her into trouble when she convinced herself that she would be improving her English-speaking skills before going off to university. Applications from multilingual students looked remarkably better for programs outside of France, so in order to keep herself from being a total liar on her resume, she was going to speak English perfectly!

Easy as it sounds, no?

Well, actually, no.

Between being Ladybug: defender of Paris and menace to poorly dressed villains, class president for the fourth year in a row, going to school full-time, filling out her portfolio for design school, taking commissions for outfits and costumes, working part-time at her parent’s bakery, and having a social life, she was spread a little thin. There was no possible way she could fit in an extra language class.

After the fifth week in a row of missing her time-slot with her English tutor, Marinette felt defeated. She knew if she continued to fail, she would spiral into a panic. If she was bad at English, then she would have lied on her applications. If the schools she applied to found out she lied, she could get denied attendance. If she was denied attendance, she would have to spend the rest of her life living in a bedroom above her parents’ bakery, making out-of-fashion clothes because she lost all her inspiration to design after getting deni–

“Girl, stay with me,” Alya snapped at Marinette. “You’re catastrophizing again.”

Marinette only groaned in reply from her position face down on her school desk.

“C’mon, Mari! It’s only September, you’ve got plenty of time to improve your English,” Nino piped up from in front of her.

If Marinette could count on one thing to stay positive about in her hectic life, it was her friends. Every year since they were 14, Marinette, Alya, Nino, and Adrien had been placed into the same classes. While their classmates had shuffled and changed over time, these three had stayed solid in her life. The same four seats in the front of the classroom – Marinette and Alya behind, Nino and Adrien in front.

Her life was better for them.

“My life is over,” mumbled Marinette.

Alya, Nino, and Adrien shared a look before the former rolled her eyes and patted her friend on the back. “No, it’s not. You’re just a little busy right now. Some time will free up soon.”

Marinette shot up to look at her friend in horror.

“There is no soon! I will never make it to this stupid class without an akuma attacking, or an emergency at the bakery, or a hours-long project due the next day with zero progress done on it. How am I ever gonna learn English?”

Just as tears began to form in Marinette’s eyes, Alya hugged her tightly. Her warm embrace calmed Marinette down well enough to keep any tears from falling.

‘Breathe in. Breathe out,’ she thought to herself, trying to calm down and match the breathing pattern of the girl attached to her.

“We’ll help you figure it out. You’re never alone when we’re around, okay?”

Marinette nodded into Alya’s shoulder. “Okay.”

This was how Marinette ended up in her room a few hours later staring at a pen pal website on her monitor like it had personally wronged her.

Alya’s idea of figuring it out was a pen pal website. Something about ‘real-world application’ is how she described it.

As it turned out, Alya had discovered the service on accident over the summer and decided to look into it. She met a girl from Hawai’i named Robyn, and they had really hit it off. It was all she could talk about for months, and realizing how much her English had improved, she had an idea. Marinette didn’t know the definition of stranger, so what better way to learn than through making friends from an English-speaking country?

Everything was easier said than done for Marinette, however.

The application to just be approved for the pen pal database was brutal. A dozen questions about her demographics, ten personal open-answers, and a preference sheet made up the documents. It felt like every page dragged on before she finally reached the submit button.

Her finger hesitated over the mouse.

“What’s wrong, Marinette?”

The query came from her desk, where the source of her superpowers rested in the body of a small red creature – Tikki, the Kwami of Creation. They had been partners for three years now, ever since Hawkmoth came to Paris. There was no one she could trust more than the small goddess before her.

Marinette chewed on the inside of her lip before answering. “I’m just not sure if it’s a good idea. I barely have enough free time as it is. How am I gonna be able to spend the time actually talking to this mysterious pen pal?”

“I think you’re worrying over it too much! You only have to message them as often as you feel comfortable doing. Maybe state in your email that you have work, but still want to make a friend.” Tikki flew up to hug her holder’s face. “Plus, you can reply while you’re working at the register since the email goes to your phone too!”

“Yeah, maybe you’re right. I’m sure I can make some time. All worth it to improve my English, right?”

Tikki nodded her head in agreement before moving to put her hand over Marinette’s. They would click submit together. In one quick movement, they pressed the button together.

–

Her application took its time to process, and within a few days, Marinette had forgotten all about it. As she bounced down on her chaise after a grueling akuma battle, she pulled out her phone to check her notifications. Not answering anyone for three hours in the midst of an emergency tended to let her notifications fill up fast. She scrolled through a couple texts from Alya about the amazing photos she got of today’s win, alerts for the Ladyblog – the website said friend had dedicated to recording the akuma attacks, a hoard of replies in their class group chat, and emails.

The top email description read, “New Pen Pal Awaits You!” and the one below it being her confirmation that she was accepted into the pen pal database.

She looked at Tikki nervously before opening it the top one.

To: maridesigns@xxxxx.net From: penpalsonus@xxxxx.com Subject: New Pen Pal Awaits You! Hello Marinette,

Welcome again to our service, Pen Pals On Us!

Our website is dedicated to giving you new experiences with people from all over the world. Using the application you filled out, we have found you a perfect pen pal based on your preferences.

Language(s): English, French Pronouns: She/Her Likes: Animals, Fashion, Sketching Age Range: 16-18

Through analyzing your preferences and those of the many people registered in our database, we have decided to pair you with:

d.w.redbird@xxxxx.net

Language(s): English, Arabic Pronouns: He/Him Likes: Animals, Art Age Range: 16-18

We hope you become great friends!

Pen Pals On Us XXX First St, Somewhere, CA xxx-xxx-xxxx

“Well, Tikki. It looks like I’ve got a new friend.”

[fanfictasia]

Angstober Day 18

“But I love you”

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from Ben-Ekkreth-Chippie

Ekkreth: i probably won’t come back and i thought i should tell you

[Ben and Chippie come on several hours later]

Chippie: What? O_O

Ben: Are you okay???

Chippie: Obviously not. ;-;

Ben: Why wouldn’t he come back?

Chippie: idk but i think i should’ve gone to get him after all

Ben: I agree, but we still don’t know where he lives.

Chippie: ;-;

[several hours later Ekkreth comes on]

Chippie: Ekkreth! You’re finally back???

Ben: What happened?

Ekkreth: i got in trouble with my master

Chippie: ;-; Do you need a hug?

Ekkreth: yes

Ekkreth: But they dont’ fix anything

Ben: Why did you think you wouldn’t come back?

Ekkreth: i was nearly crushed by a rock slide 

Ekkreth: i was going to stay there but my master found me and he was angry

Chippie: WHAT? Why were you going to stay there???

Ben: What he was angry about? That you survived????

Ekkreth: no that i didn’t want to

Chippie: What? O.O

Ben: Why would you not want to?

Ekkreth: WHy would I want to?

Chippie: Um

Chippie: What do you mean?

Ben: Are you saying you want to die?

Ekkreth: yes

Ekkreth: i hate everything and i wanted to a long time ago but then i didn’t and ajsdlfkjasljlaksjlakljwerm

Chippie: ;-;

Ekkreth: and my master won’t let me die and i dont’ know what to do adsljksldjasdfevaseae

Chippie: but i don’t want you to die ;-;

Ekkreth: ;-; you would if you knew me for real

Ben: I can’t believe that.

Ekkreth: you would

Ekkreth: even my dad did

Chippie: just to get this straight YOUR DAD IS HORRIBLE

Ekkreth: I know BUT HE’S STILL MY DAD

Chippie: That doesn’t mean he’s always right

Chippie: OR EVER RIGHT

Ben: Agreed.

Ekkreth: ;-;

Chippie: and i don’t want anything to happen to you ;-;

Ekkreth: anything already happened to me

Chippie: What does that mean?

Ekkreth: idk

Ben: I think you need to go to bed

Ekkreth: I don’t sleep, remember?

Ben: I hope that wasn’t something else your dad taught you.

Ekkreth: close enough

Ben: At least don’t do anything else to hurt yourself. That won’t help anything

Ekkreth: i deserve it

Chippie: NO YOU DON’T

Ekkreth: fine i won’t do it again on purpose

Ben: The end of that sentence doesn’t sound promising.

Ekkreth: i do dangerous things so i can’t make any promises

Ekkreth: But if i die some day, you have what little i own

Chippie: Wait. What do you mean if you die someday?

Ekkreth: My unending existence is fuelled by pure spite, that of which the painful experiences of life have rendered me full.

Chippie: o_o

Chippie: unending?

Ekkreth: feels like it

Ben: Are you sure you aren’t just having a difficult day?

Ekkreth: every day feels worse

Ben: It might seem that way but I doubt it will be true forever.

Chippie: I really need to kidnap you. Where do you live?

Ekkreth: I don’t live anywhere

Chippie: please don’t be difficult

Ekkreth: I move around a lot. You wouldn’t be able to find me and if you did, my master would kill you. I can’t hide from him

Chippie: ;-;

Ben: Just don’t do something you’ll regret

Ekkreth: I regret everything I’ve ever done and ever do

Ekkreth: but don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine ;-;

Chippie: you know i’m not sure how much longer i can believe that

[frostandflamesfanfic]

So you all want Steve. Time to help me pick an AU then…..

The choice is yours, my lovely little sparks 💙

[theprofessionalpromptmaker]

Global Day of Parents & International Children’s Day & National Pen Pal Day & Stand for Children Day

Person A is a single parent to a child they got from a relationship/hookup they had on a vacation overseas with someone who doesn’t know the child exists (either because Person A didn’t reconnect with them after the vacation or never got their contact details during the trip). But then Person A’s child ends up signing them up for a randomly assigned penpalship with someone from the country Person A “loves” (the country where their child was conceived), and the names are kept fairly anonymous, but as Person A connects with their pen pal, Person B, things that they learn about Person B start to eerily line up with their child’s other parent. But it turns out Person B is the same sex sibling of Person A’s child’s other parent, and Person B’s sibling/the other parent is either deceased or estranged from their family due to only caring about partying and hooking up. Person B has been cleaning up messes for their sibling ever since the two were kids, but is genuinely falling in love with Person A.

[impyssadobsessions]

DPxDC Ficlet/Snippet Pen Pals

I had to write it out a bit XD My head still swarming with the idea. >w<

Damian made it to his room. Part of him wanting to collapse on his bed and sleep in, despite how childish that seemed. Another part eyed the envelope Alfred had left on his nightstand. He had almost forgotten about his Pen Pal. Daniel Fenton. Damian snorted, despite neither one of them giving out their real names, Daniel wasn't hard to find. Last year as a safety protocol, he had located the recipient of his letters and found out everything he could. A boy his age, fourteen now-thirteen then, with physical features that would mistake him for his brother. His siblings teased he had found his own sibling this time, which was not the case! Daniel had a family, two researchers of the paranormal and an older sister. Besides his parents strange profession, Daniel was an average teenager. One, Damian would think would bore or infuriate him- he did infuriate him actually, but instead he was interesting to talk to. Most of their letters were nothing more than small talk. They share their aggravation of their older siblings. Apparently, his older sister was very nagging as he put it. However, when Damian discretely mentioned his own, Daniel did suggest quite a successful prank to pull on them. Other letters, were more helpful and meaningful. Being miles and states away, the average boy was able to call Damian out without a qualm and give comfort without being asked. Only after talking with Daniel, did Damian ever wonder what it would be like to grow up in an average home. Damian grabbed the letter from the bedside table, opening it up. He could at least look at it before bed, and think of a reply tomorrow. He would never admit, but he had missed writing to his Pen Pal. Daniel mentioned struggling in school last he heard from him. Which was odd, as his grades were above average before. Maybe he should check into his school, again. It wouldn't hurt to update his profile- Damian's eyes widened once he unfurled the sticky letter from itself. The paper was filled with his friend's penmanship, blurred and feather from being exposed to moisture. However, that is not what made Damian hold his breath. It was the glowing green stain smeared across the page over Danny's signature. It couldn't be. Why would... Inspecting closer, Damian saw blood like material in the green. It was red, as if the green substance was keeping it fresh. Like... Damian furrowed his brows and ran out the room with letter in hand. He was going to get to the bottom of this. He was going to find out what happened to Daniel James Fenton.

[luminanightfall]

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DP X DC PROMPT #24

Been a while since I wrote a prompt. Let's change that!

✦

Pen Pals

Red Hood comes across Cujo somewhere in Gotham (location and reason like feeding off of ambient ectoplasm, looking for a new toy, lost, etc are your choice). At first, he's kinda freaked out over this pup that glows Lazarus Pits green but slowly learns that Cujo is relatively harmless as long as no one threatens him or anyone under his protection. Kinda hard not to learn that since Cujo has been glued to his side ever since he found the pup roaming the streets at night.

Cujo eventually gets into Red Hood's good books when the sweet little pup turns into a rottweiler the size of a small house and nearly bites the Joker's head off due to him being his usual creepy, rancid self.

Once he's gotten comfortable enough around the strange dog, he gets close enough to spot a tag/nameplate that reads the pup's name along with "Belongs to Phantom" scratched onto the back in messy handwriting.

He thinks nothing of it until Cujo starts getting restless and Red Hood gets the feeling that he'll be leaving Gotham soon. So, given the dog is clearly supernatural and his tag had no contact information, he assumes Cujo is basically a free roam pet and is able to get back to his owner on his own.

The night before he feels Cujo is going to leave, he ties a letter to the pup's collar. The next night, Cujo is gone.

Weeks pass and he thinks of Cujo often, wondering if he made it back to his owner. If his owner got the letter. If this "Phantom" is similar to him. He doesn't think just anyone owns a Lazarus green dog that reeks of death magic.

It's not until he's out on patrol one night, almost two months later, that Cujo suddenly appears and barrels into his stomach. As the excitable pup slobbers kisses all over his helmet, he sees an envelope covered in stickers attached to Cujo's collar.

Looks like he's got himself a pen pal.

[starryeyedjanai]

characters out of context game

Rules:

Include one character quote — of your choosing ⁠— from each chapter of your WIP (or as many chapters as you'd like)

Give absolutely no context, save for what's between two parts of an interrupted sentence, should that occur. You may mention who said it.

Have fun, no pressure!

tagged by @sidekick-hero MWAH 💜 thank you dear!!! 💜

this is from my pen pal au!!!!!

Chapter 1- "Language, shithead."

Chapter 2- "It is weird. Like, what am I supposed to do with my days now? Work? That sounds so boring."

Chapter 3- "Always trying to get me in trouble."

Chapter 4- "I think I might have had a crush on Tommy Hagan."

Chapter 5- "You have got to leave poor Gareth alone. What has he ever done to you?"

Chapter 6- "I’m much more afraid of Claudia and Joyce than I am of any of you.”

Chapter 7- “Is anyone sitting here?”

no pressure tags: @legitcookie @delta-piscium @matchingbatbites @scarcrossdlvrs @eriquin @kkpwnall 🥰🥰🥰

[amyisherenowitsokay]

Hello!!

So recently I found out about one of your w.I.p and I’m infatuated with it, like, intertwined with it.

s p i r i t u a l l y

It’s the lovely Pen-pals A.U you whipped out and blessed us with. I always loved and adored your writing and your previous A.U with the soulmates was like eating a childhood comfort food for the first time in years..LIKE MAGIC. I wanted to know if it’s okay to get a peek behind it’s wrapping paper? A small peek. If you’re not comfortable with that I understand! A small check up on the progress maybe? Only if you’re okay with it ofc!

-love a random Anon from the vast interweb

Anon this message tickled me pink because I, too, am infatuated with the Pen Pals AU.

That AU is basically what I work on when I’m getting frustrated with my other WIPs and/or when I’ve written a fun conversation in one of my other fics that doesn’t quite belong there but that I also don’t want to delete. I have 100% of the first chapter done and 60% of chapter 2 done. If I’m being honest though, it’s maaaaybe 20% done, and I want to at least mostly finish it before I start publishing anything.

I’m shit at organizing my tags, so I only have a vague idea at which previews I’ve posted before, but hopefully these are all fresh to you. Previews in order, but at random places throughout the story.

SPOILERS FOR THE PEN PAL AU BELOW

[kleenex-tissues]

Yours Truly

read here on AO3

Chapter one under the cut: In Which Damian Wayne Needs a Friend, Whether He Wants One or Not

To say Damian Wayne’s circle was small was being generous. He had his family, of course. His father’s habit of picking up strays only seemed to finally cease after the eighth child was brought into the mansion in the form of one, Duke Thomas. And he had Alfred, and his animals.

However, in all the time he had spent in Gotham, he had only made one friend, Jon Kent.

If you asked Dick, this barely even counted. Jon was the son of their father’s long-time friend, so he was more of a cousin to the bunch. That left the list of Damian’s friends at a solid zero. His brothers were beginning to get concerned.

Damian was by no means the first Robin to fight by Batman’s side, but he was certainly the most socially stunted. Growing up in the League of Assassins, only to be dropped off on the doorstep of the Batcave left little room in his childhood to learn how to talk to his peers. Dick knew what it was like to be a crime-fighting kid. He knew more than anyone how important a splash of normalcy was in this line of work. Damian needed a friend.

When he initially roped fellow brothers, Jason and Tim, into the plan, there was little excitement on their part. They knew Damian would not be receptive to any attempts on their part. He barely acknowledged his peers as it was, so any prompting to socialize with them more would be met with resistance if not outright denial.

They benched the idea for a while. A strategy was needed to bait Damian into a friendship, and all of their ideas were quickly shot down by one another. It seemed impossible that they could ever reach an idea that could feasibly work. That was, until Tim unexpectedly ran across a website one night.

‘Meet New Pen Pals Anywhere in the World’ was sprawled across his screen. He gawked at the idea initially, but after jokingly running it past the extended family, they decided it would be their best bet.

The website application was intense, filled with personal questions and counter measures to prevent bots and people with malicious intent from accessing the pen pal program.

The boys tried their best to think of what Damian would say, even managing to pull Cass and Duke into the fray to get better insight.

They gave basic information like his age range, his time zone, and a new email the boys created for him. Questions that bordered on too telling were avoided outright, like birthdays and last names — it was better to be vague on certain details due to their presence in the media. Damian needed a friend, not a fan, and they’d rather not see a headline about the youngest Wayne’s new pen pal.

That would only lead to being skinned alive by both Damian and Bruce.

His animals were listed by name, but interests were kept to archery and art, and the only description of himself the boys listed was ‘he/him.’

“There’s no way that’s gonna attract anyone to talk to him,” Jason vocalized. “That’s like sending an email to a complete stranger.

Tim rolled his eyes. “It is sending an email to a stranger. That’s the whole point.”

Jason smacked Tim, and Dick simply pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation.

“You’ve gotta give the description a little more than that!” Jason nudged his younger brother away from the keyboard and began typing. Tim attempted to push him back to where he had been standing, but Jason stood as solid as stone, ignoring Tim’s hands grabbing at his arms.

The screen began filling with text, Dick reading it aloud.

‘He/him. I spent most of my time homeschooled growing up, so my interactions with others are limited. I am hoping to make a friend to change that. Ask me about Bat-cow.’

Tim moved away from Jason and threw his hands up. “This sounds nothing like Damian!”

“Maybe that’s for the best.”

“Whatever. Just turn the application in already,” Dick declared.

Jason hit send and the process of waiting for approval began. Each day, one of the brothers would check the email’s inbox, religiously refreshing to see the message pop up. It had become a game to hint around it on patrol to see how much they could annoy the oblivious Damian with their giggling.

It only stopped when Tim fell face first into a dumpster after laughing too hard at Dick’s joke, and Bruce scolded all three of them. Damian only smirked when his father finally turned around.

After two weeks watching their notifications, the application had been approved, and a few hours later, Damian was assigned a pen pal.

To: d.w.redbird@xxxxx.net From: penpalsonus@xxxxx.com Subject: New Pen Pal Awaits You! Hello Damian,

Welcome again to our service, Pen Pals On Us!

Our website is dedicated to giving you new experiences with people from all over the world. Using the application you filled out, we have found you a perfect pen pal based on your preferences.

Language(s): English, Arabic Pronouns: He/Him Likes: Animals, Art Age Range: 16-18

Through analyzing your preferences and those of the many people registered in our database, we have decided to pair you with:

maridesigns@xxxxx.net

Language(s): English, French Pronouns: She/her Likes: Animals, Fashion, Sketching Age Range: 16-18

We hope you become great friends!

Pen Pals On Us XXX First St, Somewhere, CA xxx-xxx-xxxx