Keep the soundtrack in your head. Adam's all swagger and rockstar vibes, so write scenes with a rhythm that clashes with what's happening. A tense negotiation in Heaven, but his lines have this breezy, off-beat cadence like he's ad-libbing lyrics. It creates this disjointed, uneasy feeling. Contrast that with the rigid, precise reactions from the angels around him. The friction in the prose itself builds the pressure.
Anyone else find the trick with Adam is leaning into how fragile his whole "winner" image is? A lot of writers go straight for him being a cartoon bully, but the real pressure points are the quiet moments where that cracks. I wrote a scene where he overhears Lute questioning one of his orders—not even defying, just asking—and spent the whole next paragraph on him meticulously polishing his guitar, focusing on the reflection in the lacquer because he can't look anyone in the eye. The tension isn't in the shouting; it's in him trying to keep his hands from shaking.
Also, his dynamic with Lute is a goldmine if you treat her loyalty as conditional. Maybe she follows his lead because it's efficient, not because she believes in him. Let that silent judgment simmer in her posture, her delayed responses. Adam ranting while she just cleans her weapon, asking a flat "Is that all?" when he's done—it makes the reader wait for the moment her patience snaps, and that waiting is everything.
I'll be the dissenting voice here and say lay off the internal monologue. We know he's insecure; spelling it out ruins the fun. The best tension I've read came from pure, awful dialogue and power plays. Make him give ridiculous, contradictory commands just to see if the Exorcists obey. Have him bait Charlie with a faux-praise backhanded compliment so twisted she needs a minute to even process the insult. Let the space between his words and everyone else's forced silence do the heavy lifting.
Physicality helps too. Not just grand gestures, but stuff like him casually tipping a chair back, balancing on two legs during a serious meeting, just to show how little he thinks the stakes are. The risk of that chair slamming down becomes this weirdly gripping focal point.
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I've read a bunch of these fics, and honestly, they're all over the map. Some writers just stick Adam in the same old redemption arc template from the show, which feels lazy. The more interesting ones dig into the dissonance between his supposed 'First Man' status and the pathetic, narcissistic guy we see. They'll have him wrestling with this buried shame that he's not a leader, he's a mascot for heaven's propaganda. That moment in the show where he freaks out about his face? Fanfics spin that out into whole chapters of him staring in mirrors, hating how his own reflection doesn't match the painting in his head.
A lot of the emotion hinges on isolation. He's surrounded by sycophants but has zero real connections, so fics love to pair him with someone who sees through the act—often an OC or a redeemed demon. The tension isn't about romance so much as it is about someone witnessing his raw, ugly pettiness and not immediately rejecting him. That's where the surprising vulnerability peeks through, in those silent moments after a tantrum when he's just... empty.
I’ve been on both sides of this—reading and writing 'Marichat'—and tension is everything. It’s not just about the love square mechanics; it’s about taking their specific dynamic and cranking it up. What works for me is leaning into the physical proximity the rooftop meetings allow, but undercutting it with the knowledge that they’re lying to each other every second. Have Chat Noir lean in a little too close while making a joke, and have Marinette’s internal monologue scream because she knows Adrien is right there in her room, but she can’t say it. The best tension comes from the reader knowing more than either character, so every casual touch or shared laugh is layered with dramatic irony. It’s agonizing in the best way.
Another trick is using their respective pressures. Marinette is stressed about keeping her secret and being Ladybug; Chat is lonely and puts on a brave face. When they meet, that’s the one place those pressures could lift, but they can’t fully let go. So you write scenes where Marinette almost confesses out of sheer exhaustion, or Chat drops the flirty act for a second and looks genuinely vulnerable, only to snap back into character. The space between what they show the world and what they almost reveal to each other on that rooftop—that’s where the tension lives. It’s a tightrope walk of almost-moments.
Man, thinking about tension in a Bakugo/Deku fic immediately makes me want to talk about dialogue. It's never about the kiss, you know? It's about everything they say leading up to it. Bakugo's voice should feel like a clenched fist, every word an act of aggression that's secretly masking vulnerability. Deku's responses should be softer but obstinate, a wall of quiet determination that frustrates Bakugo precisely because he can't break it.
A trick I use is to exploit their history of physical conflict. A training session that goes too far, a grabbed wrist that isn't immediately shaken off, the shared, heavy breathing after a spar. The moment Bakugo realizes he's staring at the sweat on Deku's neck instead of planning his next attack is the moment the tension crystallizes.
Bottled-up feelings are the engine. Bakugo hates owing anyone, especially Deku. The debt of the apology, the unspoken gratitude for all the times Deku didn't give up on him—that's a pressure cooker. Let it simmer in every interaction until a seemingly minor provocation, like Deku calling him 'Kacchan' in a certain tone, makes the lid blow. The release isn't gentle; it's a collision, and all the better for it.