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[notsoprocreations]

The show really reignited my childhood pjo fixation at the worst possible time <3

[ruh--roh-raggy]

Flowers For My Valentine (Steve Raglan x Fem! Reader) - Valentine's Day Special

Hello hello and Happy Valentine's Day my lovelies! We have some sweet and flirty Steve Raglan this time around thanks to a wonderful Anon who made a request (this was so fun thank you so much!) If you would like to see more of this, more fnaf in general, or would like to be added to my tag list please let me know!

WARNINGS: Age gap (Reader is in her late 20's, Steve is in his early 50's), office romance, flirting, mutual pining, reader very briefly talks about how she doesn't feel good enough, some swearing, not proofread, if I missed any please let me know!

You can find my Masterlist here! ~ AO3 Link!

Word Count: 6,189

“Good morning Linda!” You greet your co-worker jovially.

“Oh, perfect, you're here.” She waves you over, her long bright red acrylics clacking together. “Could you bring this down to Mr. Raglan’s office? I’d go do it, but he likes you better.” She teases with a chuckle, making your cheeks warm. She hands the pink flier over to you. It was the announcement for the office's annual Valentine’s Day party.

You walk down the plain, beige hallway, the walls lined with matching, cheap doors, their old brass hardware glinting in the fluorescent lights that hang from overhead. You paused in front of the last door on the left, ‘Steve Raglan' printed across the nameplate. You tap softly, a soft smile finding its way to your lips as you hear him call you in. He says your name softly, grinning brightly at you. “What a pleasant surprise.” He motions to the chair across from him. “Please, sit! Um, would you like some coffee? Tea maybe?” He hurries to stand, banging his knee on the desk in the process and making him curse under his breath.

“Mr. Raglan are you okay?” You hurry to his side, your look of pure concern making the older man’s features soften.

“I'm fine rabbit, being around pretty girls just makes me nervous.” He says with a wink. You giggle, growing flustered at his compliment.

“You flatter me, Mr. Raglan.” He gets lost in your eyes for a moment, the playful glimmer in them drawing him in. His gaze flashes down to the paper you held in your hands.

“What do we have here?” He smiles, taking the flier from you. He reads it over silently, running his fingers down his tie. “A Valentine’s Day party, huh?” His silvery eyes flash to yours, a playful smile lacing it’s way across his lips. “Are you going to drag your boyfriend to this thing?”

“Oh, there's no boyfriend to drag along.” You giggle. “I'm probably going to be stuck in some mindless gossip loop with some of the other ladies if I go.”

“If you go?” He repeats the last part of your statement.

“I'm not really a big Valentine's Day girl.” You admit, swaying awkwardly on your heels. “The whole holiday tends to be a bit of a let down if I'm being honest.” Your eyes widened slightly as you realized you were being far too casual. “I'm sorry, Mr. Raglan. I shouldn't be talking about this stuff at work.” You hurriedly tried to head for the door, wanting to excuse yourself as quickly as possible before you became even more flustered. You slam the door behind you, managing to slip into the bathroom just as you heard his office click back open. You silently berated yourself for looking so stupid in front of him. “Let’s just open up to him about every shitty Valentine's we've ever had!” You mock yourself in the mirror. You sigh, studying your reflection. It was silly really. For a brief moment the thought flashed through your head that maybe, somehow, some way, Steve would've asked you to go to the party with him. You splashed some water on your face, reluctantly deciding to go back to the office. Hopefully he would forget about your awkward little interaction by tomorrow.

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“Alright, who is he?” You freeze in your tracks as you walk through the office door.

“Excuse me?” You ask, your gaze trailing up to the reception desk. You were met with the sight of a beautiful, elaborate bouquet made up of yellow, purple, and white flowers.

“They're addressed to you. You better not have gotten a boyfriend and not told me about it, I thought we shared everything!” She pretends to be hurt, making you chuckle.

“We do, you're my work wife, I wouldn't survive without you.” You pout, she laughs, shaking her head slightly. “Was there a card?” Both of your curiosity over the matter bubbled up as you did a quick investigation of the scenario.

“There is, but no name.” She hands the small, cream colored piece of cardstock over to you.

“I know flowers from your secret admirer are cliche, but I wanted to do something special for the woman who never fails to brighten my day.” You couldn't stop yourself from smiling as you read over the message.

“Do you think it's someone in the office?” She asks in a hushed tone.

“I don't see why not. I don't have anyone that would send me flowers at work, even as a joke.” You explain, trying to place a face to the neat script that swirled across the card.

“Wow.” Your eyes snap up to Steve Raglan. His short sleeve, yellow button down with brown pinstripes tucked neatly into his perfectly pressed pants. “Someone's a lucky lady.” He smiles at Linda, more than likely assuming they were from her husband.

“Oh they're not for me, someone has their eye on your best employee.” She states in a teasing tone.

“Is that so?” He shoves his free hand into his pocket, the other holding a comically small looking mug of coffee. “Guess someone might have a date for the Valentine's Party yet.” Warmth pools behind your cheeks as your eyes meet his striking silver ones.

“You didn't happen to see who dropped these off, did you Mr. Raglan?” You ask curiously.

He shakes his head, “I'm afraid not sweetheart, but I'll keep an eye out.” He chuckles. “I have to make sure whoever is trying to catch your attention only has the best intentions in mind for my favorite girl.” You let out a flustered giggle as he winks at you. He pulls his pager off his belt, quickly reading the message. “I'm going to have some new client paperwork that needs to be filed, I'll have it on your desk within the hour if that's alright?”

“Absolutely, Mr. Raglan. I'll take care of it.” You smile brightly at him.

“This is why you're the best!” He compliments you. “Thank you beautiful, I'll be back.” You noticed Linda’s gaze trail after him, watching him intently until he shut his office door behind him.

“Do you think Mr. Raglan might have left you those flowers?” You choke on your drink, coughing and sputtering as you try to regain your composure.

“Now where the hell did that come from?” You ask in response, unable to meet her eyes as you try to hide your nervous expression.

“Well, you're obviously his favorite, everyone that works for this company knows that. He always compliments you, he’s always telling you how pretty you look or how good of a job you're doing. If it’s anyone in the office my money’s on him.” She rattles off the first few reasons that came to her mind.

“Oh, I don't know about that.” You nervously wring your hands in your lap, staring blankly down at the stack of papers that sat in front of you. “I'm nothing special, plus I'm sure he has a wife.” You try to wave her off.

“I've never noticed a ring.” Your breath froze in your throat as you saw her attention turn to you. A smirk spreads across her lips, “and from how flustered you look right now I'm assuming that someone definitely doesn't mind the attention.” She whispers.

“Okay, okay, hang on.” You wave your hand in front of her, wanting to cut her off before she has the chance to keep snowballing her idea. “If I tell you this, not another soul hears about this, not even Mark!” You point an accusatory finger at her.

“Honey, please, my husband doesn't give a rat's ass about work gossip. Tell me everything.” She leans an elbow on the desk as she spins her chair to face you, taking a long sip of coffee from her mug as she waits patiently for the details.

“I might have a bit of a thing for him.” You admit, your cheeks already heating up at the simple confession. “He's funny and charming and handsome and… I don't know, I feel so stupid.” You groan, dropping your head into your hands.

“You shouldn't feel stupid.” She rushes to reassure you. “You are a gorgeous young woman, I'm sure he would be absolutely flattered-”

“It's not even about that.” You sigh. Linda gives you an incredulous look in response. “Okay, maybe it is a little about that. But, on top of the fact that he could just outright reject me, he's my boss, he's quite a bit older than I am, he's going to get to know me and see that I'm just some stupid young kid and it's going to make things weird here and I'm going to have to quit my job because of it.”

“I think someone is overthinking this way too much.” She laughs, shaking her head slightly.

“I get it, it's scary. There's a lot of unknowns and different ways it could all pan out. But, you'll never know if you don't try. I'm not saying burst in there right now, rip your clothes off, and try to seduce him.” You can't help but laugh at her over the top idea. “All I'm saying is maybe make a little effort to flirt with him, test the waters, see how it feels.”

You sigh, leaning back in your chair, “I don't even know how to even try if I'm being completely honest.”

“Listen up, buttercup, it's time for a crash course in office flirting 101.” She laughs.

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You smooth your blouse as you stand in front of the last office on the left, repeatedly reading over the name ‘Steve Raglan’ printed in neat gold lettering in front of you as you try to build up your confidence. You tap softly on the door, waiting for the quiet ‘come in’ before entering. “Finished up with that paperwork already?” He smiles brightly at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly as he speaks.

“Yessir, I just wanted to come hand deliver it myself.” You shoot him a coy grin.

“Can I interest you in some coffee?” He asks, still reading from the paperwork you handed him, expecting you to flit out of the room like you normally did.

“Do you have any tea?” You saw him pause, his brows furrowing slightly before he looked up at you.

“I do.” It took him a moment to continue, still trying to process the situation. “Why don't you sit down, I'll put the kettle on.” You nod, plopping down into one of the slightly too hard chairs that sat opposite him at his desk. You can't help but giggle as you glance over your shoulder to find Steve studying you.

“You seem a bit surprised that I stayed.” He snaps himself from his thoughts.

“I am, if I'm being honest. I feel like every time I invite you to stay for a cup of tea you practically sprint out of here.” He chuckles, slowly walking back to his desk and sitting across from you. “I'm not that scary am I?”

You shake your head, “no, you're not. I think you're sweet, Mr. Raglan.” You fidget with your fingers for a moment before deciding to take a rather bold approach to the flirting Linda had suggested. “Being around handsome men just makes me nervous.” You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, watching as the realization set in that he had said something very similar to you the day prior.

He breathes out a laugh, a smile lacing its way across his lips. “Well, thank you rabbit. I'm flattered that a pretty little thing like you thinks I'm handsome. Also, feel free to call me Steve, I think we know each other well enough at this point, don't you?”

“I think you might be right.” You perk up at the sound of the kettle going off, immediately hopping out of your seat to get it.

“Oh, I can-” you cut him off with a small wave of your hand.

“Steve, you have to be one of the hardest workers I know.” You fill his mug first, carrying it over to him slowly to make sure you wouldn't spill any coffee. “I think you should let someone take care of you for a change.” You wink at him, your hand trailing across his shoulder as you step next to him.

“Well how can I refuse such a tempting offer.” He grins, his silver eyes flashing across your features. You made your own cup of tea before returning to the seat across from him. You feel his gaze trailing over your much smaller form as you carefully cross your legs. “Any leads on that secret admirer of yours?” He asks casually, taking a long sip of his coffee.

“Nothing yet, but I'm hoping I can figure it out soon.” You run your finger along the rim of your mug. “I'm hoping I can manage to find out who it is before the party.” He clears his throat as he shifts himself in his seat slightly.

“Anything's possible isn't it?” He responds, lacing his fingers together as his hands come to rest on his stomach. You were both interrupted by a knock on his door.

“Steve, sorry to interrupt, you got a minute?” It was one of your coworkers.

“I'll stop by later Mr. Raglan, thank you for the tea.” You smiled softly at him, his eyes locked with yours as you stood, smoothing your clothes slightly before sauntering out of the room.

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You jump when somebody calls your name. You look up to see Steve shrugging into his thick, gray jacket. “You're still here?” He asks with a warm smile that makes your heart flutter in your chest.

“I had some emails to send, I was just about to head out myself.” He stuffs his hands in his pockets as he slowly approaches you.

“Would it be alright if I walked you to your car?” He asks carefully, as if he was trying to pin down the exact right way to ask you. “It's late, I want to make sure you get there safely, is all.” You could hear the slight hesitancy in his tone, that fact he seemed almost nervous made you smile.

��That's very sweet of you Steve, thank you.” You smile warmly at him. He helps you into your jacket, stuffing his hands back in his pockets as he slows his long strides so you could keep up easily. “Are you going to be bringing your wife to the Valentine's Day party?” You finally ask after walking in silence for a while.

Steve chuckles, “oh, I'm not a married man, rabbit. I'm afraid it's just going to be me.” You feel your cheeks warm at the sound of his gravelly tone.

“It's a shame, I guess we're both going to be single for Valentine's Day.” You giggle.

“What a shame indeed, I'm very surprised some dumb little boy hasn't tried to scoop you up. A pretty thing like you deserves a man who’ll make her feel special.” He smirks down at your flustered state.

“Well, maybe if I can get to the bottom of who sent me those flowers I could get to the bottom of that.” You brace against the cold as he holds the door open for you. Steve holds his coat open, pulling you into his side and shielding you from the wind.

“You never know, he could be a lot closer than you think.” He winks at you, making you let out a flustered giggle. The end of your nose tingles from the cold as you stop in front of your car. “Have a good night, rabbit.” He smiles softly down at you, his silver eyes searching yours with a subtle intensity.

“Good night, Steve.” You pull open your car door, a dull ache settling in your chest as you watch him start to head off. You called his name, making him pause. He turns to glance back at you, your smaller form moving before you have a chance to overthink the situation. You pushed yourself up onto the tips of your toes, your hand wrapping around his strong bicep as you leaned in, allowing your lips to come to rest against his cheek. “Get home safely.” You whisper, letting your eyes linger on him before you hopped in your driver's seat and watched him walk to his own car with an absolutely dumbfounded expression on his face.

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You were one of the first people in the office this morning. Having to come in early to prepare the conference room for a meeting and to send out reminder emails for said event definitely wasn't your idea of fun, but there was something oddly tranquil about the nearly empty space so early in the morning. You had been called over to one of your coworkers cubicles to help with a paper work issue, smiling at Steve as you watched him push into the room, flurries of snowflakes trailing in through the door behind him. The memory of you kissing him on the cheek the night prior raced to the forefront of your mind, your eyes widened slightly, your cheeks growing warm as you rushed off before he had a chance to confront you about it. You had felt guilty about it, he was your boss, now you've probably made whatever small relationship the two of you had extremely awkward. You looked around as you headed back to your desk, expecting him to emerge from nowhere at any second. You froze when you noticed a red, heart shaped box, all wrapped up with a matching satin bow. ‘These chocolates will never be as sweet as you, but they're the closest thing I could find.’ you smiled as your eyes drifted over the familiar neat script. Once again, the card contained no clues as to who your secret admirer might be. You carefully undid the bow and lifted the lid to find a stunning box of extravagant assorted chocolates. “Another gift from your prince charming?” Linda asks with an excited grin as she roughly tossed her purse and jacket into her chair.

“The funniest part is… these definitely weren't on my desk when I got here. They must have just been dropped off.” She eyes you curiously before looking around at the possible suitors within the small space. You noticed her lips pull into a smile as her eyes locked onto someone.

“Well, good morning Mr. Raglan.” Your blood turned to ice in your veins at the mention of his name.

“Good morning ladies, I hope you're having a good day so far.” You reluctantly turn to face him at the sound of your name. “Another present?” His eyes dart down to the half open box before returning to your face.

“Um, yes sir.” You squeak in response. “Still no name though.” You giggle.

“Shame…” he trails off as he studies you. “I hope he reveals himself soon, I'd like to know who's keeping that pretty smile on your face.” He winks before quickly turning and heading off.

“Something happened between you two, I can feel it.” She narrows her eyes, passing you your own mug of coffee as she settles in with her own. “Spill.”

“So, remember how you brought up that whole flirting thing?” She nods. “Well, I may have pushed things a little further than just, you know, giggling and fawning over his muscles, right?” Her silence was making your nerves run rampant. “I may or may not have kissed him on the cheek when we were parting ways last night.” She gasps your name in shock. “It felt right, okay!” You yell-whisper. “He walked me out to my car, I had already been flirting with him a little bit earlier, he was being his usual sweet and handsome self… I don't know what came over me, it just sort of happened.” You bury your face in your hands.

“What did he say?” She pushes your shoulder lightly to regain your attention.

“I don't know, I got in my car and I left.”

“Are you kidding me? You kissed him and then just walked away?”

“On the cheek!” You rush to clarify.

“On the cheek or not doesn't matter, what if that could have turned into something more?”

“Doubtful-”

“But how do you know?” Your mouth snapped shut at her statement. “Give yourself a little more time to feel things out, but I would say after that you should definitely try to make things a little more serious.”

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You tapped softly against Steve’s office door, a pile of folders situated neatly in your grasp. He calls you in, his back facing you as you enter the room. You wait patiently for him to finish up the phone call he was on, jumping slightly as he slams down the receiver. He groans as he spins in his chair, massaging the bridge of his nose under his glasses. “I swear, they always stick me with the worst damn clients.”

“It's because you’re the best career counselor in the state, if anyone can solve hopeless cases it's you.” You laugh softly, Steve brightens up at the compliment.

“Why thank you bunny.” He says before letting out a quiet chuckle. “I don't know about the best, but flattery will get you everywhere young lady.” He winks at you, making your cheeks grow warm.

“I brought you Mr. O’Malley’s file, along with the applications and other paperwork for the company's we work with that hire people with criminal records. Is there anything else you'd like from me?”

“For you to come to dinner with me tonight.” The request rang in the otherwise silent room like a gunshot. You could hear the blood rushing behind your ears as you processed whether or not you had heard him correctly. “You've been working a lot of late nights, if it's alright with you I'd like to handle things for you for a change.” He smiles warmly at you, you stared back at him with a shocked, empty expression as your mind struggled to catch up with your words.

“I…” you trail off, the warmth in his eyes quickly turning into an expression of panic.

“Sorry if I overstepped, you can say no I won't be offended.” He hurries to apologize.

“Steve.” You jolted slightly at how forceful your own voice came out. You sucked in a deep breath in an attempt to steady your pounding heart. “I would love to. You didn't overstep, I'm just… surprised?” It came out as more of a question but that felt fitting for the moment. You were beyond excited, still not fully believing that he had just asked you to dinner.

“Why's that rabbit?” He rests his chin in the palm of his hand as he leans on his desk, his expression more perplexed than anything else.

Your hand slid over the cool metal doorknob. “It’s just kind of hard to believe that the most handsome man I've ever met is asking me to have dinner with him later.” Your lips pull into a coy smile. “I'll see you later tonight, Steve.” You quickly slip out of his office, heading quickly back to your desk. You decided it was best to wait to mention this to Linda, your nerves were already running rampant as it was. You tried your best to get through the rest of the work day without looking suspicious, but her sharp eyes noticed how frequently you checked the time, how you nervously flipped your pen in between your fingers as you sat idly at your keyboard.

She swivels her chair to face you, her long acrylics drumming rhythmically across the desk. You internally cringe as you watch her eyes narrow. “Spill-”

“He asked me to dinner.” The pressure was immediately too much. “I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want to be thinking about it all day but I can't stop.”

“I'm sorry, you didn't want to tell me about the biggest development in your love life since I've met you? He's so into you, this is going to be great!” She tries to encourage you.

“What if he doesn't like me? What if I'm boring or I'm not what he thought I would be like outside of work?” You start to ramble out your anxieties.

“Slow down, that's not going to happen. You are so cool, I need you to remember that.” She starts to dig around through her purse, producing a few makeup products and some tissues. “Go touch up if you want to, I can hold down things here.” You quietly thank her, heading to the bathroom to freshen up your makeup.

The remainder of the day crawled by until five o'clock eventually rolled around. Linda sat at your side, fussing over your hair and trying to convince you to remove the sweater you were wearing to reveal the slinky black cocktail dress you were currently wearing as a skirt. “I'm going to freeze to death.” She practically throws her jacket at you.

“I know exactly which dress that is, you look hot as fuck in it. Give me the sweater.” She orders. You groan and reluctantly pull it over your head, tossing it at her before standing and slipping your arms into the satin lined sleeves. “Heading out, Mr. Raglan?” She couldn't hide the excited tone in her voice as you heard his heavy footsteps approach behind you.

“As long as this pretty little thing is ready to go.” You turn to face him, your cheeks warm as you try to hide your flustered expression. “You look beautiful, rabbit.”

“I'll see you tomorrow Linda.” You smile as he offers you his arm, guiding you into his side as you leave the building together.

He opens your door for you, holding your hand as you lower yourself into the impeccably clean vintage muscle car. He slides into the driver's seat with a soft groan, his gold framed aviators glinting in the setting sunlight. A smile spreads across his face as he studies you in the seat next to him. He silently starts the car, his arm wrapping around your shoulders as he turns to back up. As he sits back down his arm remains in place, his large warm hand settling on your arm and pulling you to him. You lean in and place a soft kiss to his cheek, your eyes immediately darting down to your lap. He chuckles, taking your chin between his fingers and running his thumb over your bottom lip. “You better be careful, you might get yourself into trouble doing things like that.” He chuckles, watching your eyes widen under his hungry gaze.

Steve drove you to a cute little bistro that overlooked the river that ran through town. With you tucker safely away into his side to brace against the cold he led you inside. You were sat in a corner, tucked away from everyone else. He ordered for you, wanting you to just enjoy your evening. “Thank you for coming with me.” He says with a bashful smile.

“Thank you for asking me.” Your heart pounded in your chest as you watched his large, calloused hand reach across the pristine white table cloth to envelope your own.

“The Valentine's Day party is tomorrow.” He suddenly chimes in. You hum in response, eyeing him curiously. “Have you decided if you're going or not?”

“I've definitely been considering it. At the very least I'd get to see you, if anything.” You smile warmly.

“You're sweet.” He gives your hand a soft squeeze. “I'll never understand why you willingly choose to spend time with an old man like me.” Your eyes snapped to him, your heart beginning to race as you debated just putting all of your feelings out into the open.

“Well,” your voice shakes when you finally find the nerve to speak, “that's because I-”

“You folks have a wonderful night.” Your jaw snaps shut as the waiter approaches your table to drop off your check.

“You, what, rabbit?” You search his features for a moment, the building confidence spurring you forward had fizzled out in an instant. You slowly pulled your hand out of his, folding it neatly in your lap, he quickly copied your motions.

“I just think you're really easy to talk to.” You mumble, fidgeting with your fork in front of you. “It should be me who's confused.” You try your best to force out a laugh. “I'm just some dumb little post grad who can't find a job in her field, I'm nothing special Steve.”

“Did you know, it took me seven years to find a job in my field after I graduated college?” His voice came out gentler than you had ever heard it. “Bunny just because you're at a different point than you thought you'd be by now doesn't mean that you're not special or that you're falling behind or any way you could look at it. I look forward to coming to work everyday not because I give a singular fuck about what I do, let's not get that confused.” His crass statement made you giggle, you notice your lightening composure made his shoulders relax slightly. “I look forward to coming in every day because I know that you're going to be there. You're going to bounce into the office in your pretty outfits with your cute little heels and that infectious smile of yours… Honey, I know it's hard to see from the outside looking in, but you are a goddamn treasure to have in my life.” He chuckles. Your cheeks burned as you fidgeted with your fingers in your lap.

“Thank you Steve, it's nice to hear something so positive from someone I admire so much.” He settles your tab, walking to your side of the table to offer you his hand. You smile softly, allowing your fingers to ghost over his rough, calloused skin.

“I don't like seeing my girl looking so down.” You squeeze his hand, your fingers pushing through his as he gently tugs you towards the door. You rode back to the office in a comfortable silence. Steve's arm draped over your shoulder as you settled into his side, the warmth creeping into your body from his own making your eyes heavy. As you pulled in you were a bit reluctant to leave. Every subtle, slightly too long glance made your heart thrum, the way you pressed into him felt like a puzzle piece finally slotting into its perfect match. Being with Steve felt like home.

“I had a great time with you tonight.” You state softly in the small space.

“Same here rabbit.” He carefully reaches out, tucking some stray hair behind your ear. “I do have one more, albeit strange, question for you.” He chuckles.

“And what might that be?” You found yourself leaning in closer to him, your gaze slowly falling to his lips that were tantalizingly close.

“Will you dance with me?” As intoxicating as the idea of kissing him was, you were definitely more perplexed by the offer that had just materialized before you.

“I would love to.” Steve found a station playing some old love song, the trumpet’s lazy melody bringing a smile to your face as your stomach filled with butterflies. His strong arm slides around your waist, pulling you to him as softly as he could manage. He treats you as if you were made of glass, as if the smallest rough movement would have you shattering beneath his fingers. The bright light of the full moon made you glow before Steve's eyes.

“You look so beautiful rabbit.” He whispers. You allow him to effortlessly spin you around the pavement, your movements easily falling in time with his. The world around you faded away, leaving nothing but you and him and the dreamy, far off sound of the radio drifting from his car speakers. He dips you low, your body falling into his hands with complete trust. As you pull back up your eyes find his, striking silver that only seemed to draw you in deeper. He takes a step back from you, bringing your knuckles to his lips.

“You're a wonderful dancer.” You compliment with a soft giggle. He holds you close to him as he guides you back to your car. He opens your door, holding your hand in his as you lower yourself into your driver's seat.

“You're not so bad yourself.” He grins down at you, shooting you a wink. “Goodnight rabbit.”

“Goodnight Steve.” You couldn't keep the sad smile off your face as he turned to leave.

“You deserve someone who's going to choose you every day, not that it would be a hard choice.” He chuckles. “Bunny, you're beautiful, funny, kind, smart. Anyone would be lucky to have you by their side… especially me.” He states in a hurried tone before leaving you to sit in the still, silent night.

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The next morning started out just like any other. You went through your daily routine the same way you always did. But, you couldn't shake the memory of what Steve had said to you the night before. ‘Anyone would be lucky to have you by their side… especially me.’ You finished off your makeup before grabbing your coat and heading out the door. You greeted your coworkers in your usual chipper tone as you made your way to your desk. You were met with the sight of a small, yellow plush sitting on your desk, a rose situated neatly in his lap. You picked it up with a smile, rubbing its soft, velvet ear between your fingers as you study it. The note that was left with it contained a single sentence. But, those three words were enough to tell you exactly who your secret admirer had been this whole time. You struggled to keep your composure as you repeatedly traced over the neat script that you now recognized perfectly. “To my rabbit.” You breathe out through a laugh, your vision blurring as tears welled up in your eyes. You cradle the stuffed animal close to your chest, hurrying down to Steve's office. You didn't bother knocking, pushing through the door to find Steve answering emails, an alarmed expression on his face as he whips around to face you.

“Bunny are you o-” you wave your hand in front of him, cutting him off as you try to find the right words to say.

“I'm falling for you.” The confession hung thick in the air after it fell from your lips. Steve blinked a couple times, his brows furrowing together in confusion. “I'm tired of hiding this from you. I was worried what would happen if I told you, I mean, you're my boss, you could fire me right now and there's nothing I would be able to do about it.” Both of you laugh, the tension melting slightly at your small joke.

“I take it you found out who your secret admirer is.” A smile stretches across his lips as his gaze darts down to the rabbit in your hand.

“Why didn't you just tell me?” You sniffle, a tear trailing down your cheek. He pushes himself out of his seat with a soft groan.

“Because, I had convinced myself that you could do a lot better than me.” He takes your hands in his. “But, I'm starting to realize that's not true…” He smiles as he studies how small your hands were in his. “Sure, I can't give you all the money in the world, I can't buy you fancy jewelry at the drop of a hat, I don't live in a mansion…” he sucked in a deep breath to steady himself before continuing. “What I do know is that I want to be the one to pick up the pieces when your world feels like it's falling apart, I want to be the one to hold you tightly in my arms while we drift off to sleep at night. I want to be able to choose you day in and day out because I can't imagine a more perfect woman to fall in love with.” You looked away from him, your cheeks streaked with tears.

You reached out, grabbing him by his toe to yank him down to your level. His lips crashed into yours, two strong hands finding their way to your waist to steady both of you. As you tried to pull back you felt his fingertips press into the soft flesh of your hip, keeping you rooted in place as he drank in every second of this moment. You both separated with a soft gasp, your lungs burning with need for air. “Steve?”

“Yes my beautiful bunny?” He responds breathlessly, tilting your chin up gently with his finger.

“Will you be my Valentine?” He chuckles, no words were needed for you to know his answer. He captures your lips in a much softer, more tender kiss that leaves you feeling light headed.

“Does this mean I should get you more flowers?”

Tag List: @yellowbunnydreams @zoey5252 @loudchaosking @residentevilbeast @weirdoartist21 @lokanda @emmbny @yukkkiki @dij-ology @maria-moll (if you would like to be added please let me know!)

[kittyamore0]

Genshin men with a fatui harbinger! S/O:

[Part I]

Little note I: I was reading Cloud Strife post and got the urge and idea to do a Genshin post Little note II: I will do the other element men and women, but i was busy while making this and i got a headache, so im only able to do Anemo and Geo for now

Little note III: I might do a Cloud Strife post and put Final Fantasy 7 remake on my masterlist, maybe...

Fandom: Genshin

Tumblr genre: Headcanons

Rating: SFW

POV: Second person

CW: Swearing, mentions of battles/violence, GN! reader, nice, fatui harbinger! reader and hip straddling

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ANEMO MEN

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KAZUHA

He's not quite fond of the fatui

But he doesn't really mind them either

So its 50/50 for him

See what i did there

I actually lost the 50/50 to Diluc and i wanted to cry

At first, you had introduced yourself as someone else

When you did tell him about your identity, he was a bit conflicted

Did you not trust him enough to tell him who you truly were?

He usually brushed it off, but still wondered if there was anything else you had not told him

But nevertheless, if you're uncomfortable telling him something, he'll wait.

He doesn't want to rush you to end up scaring you away

He's a very patient and kind man

Depending on what commisson the Tsarita had given you, he'll maybe come or not, wanting to protect you when he does go

And when he doesn't, he's patiently waiting for you in your  Serenitea Pot 

soft hugs when you've made it home safely!

And if otherwise, he'll treat your wounds, kiss them, and nurse you back to health!

When he told Beidou about you, she didn't really trust you too much

But when she did get to meet you, she realized how she could trust you!

You were nice for one of the fatui harbingers

She could see why Kazuha had fallen in love with you now

VENTI

He didn't really care about fatui members all that much

We all know that hes very carefree

When he did meet you, he thought you were quite kind and gentle for a fatui harbinger

He teased you for that

Not in a bad way, of course!

Was impressed with your rank

He'd like to tag along with you on commisson's the Tsaritsa had given you

He mostly goes to help you and ensure your safety

You try telling him that it's okay, but he refuses!

"Windblume, i may be the weakest archon, but rest assured! I am still an archon, and therefore will i take care of you."

Sometimes he'll go to earn some mora!

We all know how the poor baby is very broke

If you get hurt while on a commisson, he'll quickly come to your aid!

Soft scolds about how you should've let him come

He gets reminded of when his old friend had passed, and he tears up

I cried on his story quest bro

"Windblume, why had you not told me about this quest? You could've gotten seriously hurt had i not come sooner...I can't lose you...not you."

"Im sorry, Venti."

"Its okay, love..."

He most likely wont let you go on anymore commisons for a while, no matter whom they come from

He'll have them delayed

he just wants the best for you!

SCARAMOUCHE

You both had fallen in love while you both were fatui harbingers

You spent most of your time doing commissons and quests together

The rest of the fatui thought you guys were quite an odd couple

The exact definition of 'opposites attract'

Scaramouche, the tempered, cruel, insensitive man

[Name], the patient, kind, thoughtful person

Huh, what a weird tone that is.

Most of the fatui would go up to you and ask questions like, "How do you deal with Lord Scaramouche?"

"Must be hard having to deal with Scara. Huh, comrade?"

"I would have never really imagined you and the 6th Harbinger together."

You'd just laugh them off

Truth to be told, Scaramouche had a soft side for you

It wasn't the 'mean to everyone, but you,' thing, no.

Not at all.

He was still rude to you, but you knew he hadn't meant it

And he was just joking

Or he was in a bad mood!

He was just less rude to you, more careful with you than anyone else ever

And sometimes, his so-called 'insults' would come off as him complimenting you.

"Oh, just go already. I can't stand seeing your perfect face,"

He had muttered the last part

But alas, you still had heard it.

"You think my face is perfect?"

"...I I never said that!"

"Oh, but you did!"

"No, i didn't!"

"What's next, you're going to confess your undying love for me?"

"..."

Hes so flustered

And you know it

Endless teasing from you!~

When you had found out about his plan to betray the fatui, you wanted to be a part of it. To help your lover.

"I want in."

"What?"

"Scara, i know you plan to betray the fatui. I want to help."

"He in all honesty, wasn't complaining.

If you wanted to help, you wanted to help.

"Fine. Just don't do anything stupid."

XIAO

Im going to be completely honest,

He hated you at first

He is really not fond of the fatui

And his hatred only grew more when Childe had tried to take Rex Lapis's gnosis

Not only did he seek his archons value and try taking it by force, but he had hurt the traveler as well.

Yes, he did later find out that Zhongli had meant to give it to La Signora, a fatui harbinger

But that still made Xiao hate Childe for his absurd actions

He was certainly weary of you

He first noticed your bubbly acts

He thought it was just to make him let his guard down

But then you had helped him conquer demons

He then realized that you being overly nice, was not an act.

He had loosened around you

It wasn't like he liked you and was now being nice to you

It was more like you went from 'hate' to 'dislike'

Sorry yall

He did grow use to you being around

Because of your strong determination to show him that you really wont going to use him or do anything bad, you stuck around him

Being overly nice to him

I mean, just because your a fatui harbinger doesn't mean you can't be nice

But you being friendly doesn't mean your naive either.

He honestly finds it weird when you're not around

Since you're stuck on him like glue 24/7

Showing him things, hanging out and what not

The day he realized he yearned for you was days after you had given him your favorite flower

Let me play it out,

"Xiao, Xiao!"

He huffed and turned around to you holding beautiful flower

"What is so important?"

You softly pouted for a moment, giving his heart a slight panic attack

"Close your eyes for me, please?"

"No."

You pouted even more, but then your eyes lit up and you had a devious smile on your face

You tapped his right shoulder, making his head swiftly turn to his right

You then sneaked to his left and stuck the flower into his hair

"Wha? "

You clapped your hands.

"You look so pretty!"

A pink blush spread across his cheeks.

You pulled him to a nearby pond to have him look at himself

He was honestly too stunned to protest

"Look, look! You look so pretty with my favorite flower in your hair! Don't you think so?"

He pursed his lips and let everything process in his head

Your favorite flower, in his hair, pond, you calling him pretty, You.

"Its alright...i guess"

You knew he wasn't good at dealing with compliments, so you settled down for that.

"Xiao, look at me for a second."

He looked at you, eyes locking.

A bright, but small dot glowed within your index finger.

You raised your hand and slightly tapped on the flowers petal, as Xiao felt it sorta freeze.

"There! Now the flower won't die, and you can preserve it."

Thats so cute.

Xiao sat in a field of flowers with the traveler as he let the memory replay in his mind.

"Traveler,"

"Hm?"

"Have you felt a certain way for somebody...? as if it was just yesterday you had hated them, but now you yearn for their touch...?"

"..."

"Xiao, that's love, or sexual attraction."

Oh.

"Well, we have to meet up with Zhongli, so we have to go. Bye, bye, Xiao!"

Paimon chirped.

"Alright then..."

He let them leave while he thought about the travelers word.

Love, huh?

When you had gotten back from your quest, the first place you sought was the Wangshu Inn.

Where Xiao was residing

"Xiao? Xiao! "

An arm slipped around your waist and you were pushed back onto an warm material

Pieces of teal hair landed in front of your eyes

"Xiao...?

He hummed into your hair

Now, it was your turn to be stunned and flustered to protest.

Heizou

I feel like he had approached you first, since hes a detective, and you're a fatui harbinger

You usually dont see em' harbingers walking around so freely

He was surprised by your friendly behavior

You were very chirpy

inviting him without a care

Were you playing a trick on him?

As a detective, body language was the way to see if you were just tricking him or not

Your body language? completely pure.

There was no bad intentions behind them, but he kept cautious

Like with Xiao, you hung around him, and he hung around you

If he was being honest, he was getting use to your presence

And maybe liking it even.

Before he knew it, his eyes usually searched for you

Getting to the place you guys hang out at before you do

And you're usually first.

You could say the same thing was happening to you

Always looking for the red head, wanting to be near him.

You were head heels over him.

You, a FATUI HARBINGER, in love with a detective.

Well, its not like the fatui has to know.

He realized his feelings when you two had spar

You had won, due to being a fatui harbinger and you had a weapon.

You sat there, straddling his hips, your spare knife to his throat when he had knocked your weapon to the side

You head dipped down, breath fanning against his unusually warm, red ears

"I won," you whispered into his ear, sending shivers down his body.

You smirked and lifted up your head, only to now realize the position you were in, and what you had done.

Your smirk dropped and placed with a shocked looked

The knife in your hand cluttered on the floor.

"Hei Heizou, I Im so, so sorry. I "

He placed his lips on yours, shutting you up.

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GEO MEN

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ARATAKI ITTO

This man would be approaching you, being goofy around you.

Challenging you, telling you that you don't scare him

But your friendly behavior throws him off

"Oh, i hope to not scare you. Im sorry if i did,"

Huh?

Why were you acting nice...

I mean, don't get him wrong; he likes nice people, but he didn't expect that attitude from a fatui harbinger

He expected you to act like a snake, nice with bad intentions behind that mask, an overly confident person, a cruel person.

You were neither of those, which made him warm up to you quickly.

Yes, it was naive of him to warm up to you so quickly just because you acted friendly, but if you really had a trick up your sleeve, you wouldve pulled it early.

He would ask questions about you being a fatui harbinger though, since your friendliness didn't add up.

"Why did you become a fatui harbinger?"

"My childhood best friend, Childe, wanted to join the fatui, but i would have to lose him in the process. So I joined him."

He does get that, but he thinks being a fatui harbinger doesn't suit you all that well.

Well, except your strength, but otherwise no.

You're probably the only true nice one there!

And he was right.

Everyone was a two-faced piece of shi well, except Childe.

He became quite protective of you, because of your kindness.

Though, you didn't need it.

He clung onto you like a leech.

A leech in love with you.

Yea, you heard me.

He had fallen in love with you hard in the process of protecting you, but so did you

His caring, protective side caused a spark within you

He was always flirting with you, but when you tried to flirt with him as well to give him a hint

He didn't get it.

So you waited for him to keep flirting, maybe go over bored and then you'd make a move

Until,

"Psh, I'd be the better kisser anyways,"

You quirked an eye brow at him

"Oh, really? Then, why don't we test that theory?"

You don't even give him time to process what you had said before your lips on him

Lawrd hav merthy

ZHONGLI

Zhongli met you through your childhood best friend, Childe.

"[Name], come here! This is Zhongli."

There you were, running away from the mini shop you were checking out.

"Zhongli, the man who milks you for mora?"

Ouch.

Wow, Childe, wow.

He sends a strained smile in Childe's way while Childe's just nervously laughing

"Um, to some extent. When he ne needs it though!"

Your laugh is what keeps Zhongli from sending his rock down onto Childe.

"Ah, [Name}, you are a fatui harbinger just like Childe, no?"

"Yes, i am."

You two started to chat, and Childe left you two to be.

Zhongli had grown fond of you very quickly

Your friendly persona is something he finds himself loving

You're the type of person he can go to have a nice chat

And that's how he found his eyes wandering for you everywhere

He didn't know if it was for a good, nice chat or just an excuse to see you again

All he knew was that both were pleasant

You two both grew closer to each other every time you guys saw each other

He started to imagine you both together, and it confused him.

He was an archon. You were a fatui harbinger.

Why was he thinking about such things?

And in all honestly, you felt the same way about Zhongli

You noticed his slightly nervous acts around you

It had made you upset.

Did he feel uncomfortable towards you?

So, you asked him out to dinner.

He hesitated, but complied.

Lets play it out,

Your arms laid limp on the thin railing, while you snuck glances at the old archon

"Do i make you uncomfortable?"

His mouth parted, and he let his gaze fall upon you.

Make him uncomfortable? More-so you make him happy, and feel many positive emotions.

"No, not in the slightest. Has that been on your mind this whole time?"

You slowly nodded

Guilt had taken over his heart

"I deeply apologize if it seemed that way. It really isn't."

He placed his clothed hand over yours, as the warming gesture made it into your stomach

"Then what do you feel, about me?"

He averted his stare from yours.

"What i feel is that you somehow make me feel warm, happy and relaxed. You are the highlight of my days."

Your lips slightly twitched up into a smile

"Charmer..."

He let out a chuckle

He stood there, as you let your head rest on his shoulder.

GOROU

He did not like you at first.

No, not at all.

He didn't trust you.

Whenever his tail was wagging and he saw you, it would stop instantly.

His ears would flop down

And honestly, this made you upset

"Gorou, was there something i did wrong?"

He huffed.

"You're a fatui harbinger. You should know."

You hung around him, mostly to make things right

He would always purposely loose you everyday

Until, he saw you with the Divine Priestess of Watatsumi island, Kokomi

And for the first time ever he felt bad, and for you?

After you were done talking to her, you laid eyes on him and held a sad expression on your face

He had never realized how beautiful you were in that moment

Just a few minutes after you had left, Kokomi had called him in

"Why have you been treating [Name] in such a way, general?"

He was speechless. Your ass just snitched on him!

"They are a fatui harbinger. We cant "

"We?" Kokomi raised her eyebrows. "You, you mean. There is no 'we,' I trust them, and I expect the same amount of trust and respect I give to them coming from you when talking or even going near them, Gorou."

He nodded and cleared his throat.

"Yes, Divine preistess."

She sighed, "just dont be...how you've been around them. Ease up a bit, okay?"

He nodded once again.

The next time he saw you was when he approached you, which surprised you because he never does so.

"Is there something wrong, Gorou?"

He shook his head.

"I want to apologize for how i acted and treated you."

You hummed, but you were not ready for the next words to come out of his mouth.

"Lets be friends,"

Your eyes ad slightly widen and you looked at him with shock plastered on your face.

"If If you want to, of course "

"I'd love too."

You cut him off, as a dopey smile over took his lips

"Gre great!"

After the apology, you two hung out more

He actually enjoyed hanging out with you

And you've always enjoyed it

He started to look forward to seeing you more

A lot so that his tail began wagging whenever he saw you

His ears perked up upon hearing you

He had started getting warm around you, maybe more than warm

Even the Divine Priestess, Kokomi had noticed

You, of course, felt the same way about Gorou

You had found it cute at his reactions, especially whenever you patted his head

And one day, you were patching up his wound

He had just come from defending the Watatsumi army

He hissed, as you applied pressure to the bandaid

"Shh," you cooed

"Sorry..." He whimpered out

He laid his head on your shoulder after you were done taking care of his wound the best you could.

He stared into your [eye colored] hues, bathing himself in them.

He leaned forward, slightly startling you

He placed his forehead against yours.

And you happily reciprocated.

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[wrestler-smash-or-pass]

Weekly Wrapup 3/24/24 (late)

This Week's Rankings:

Lash Legend - 71.7% smash

Killer Kelly - 66.9%

Wade Barrett - 65.5%

Jordynne Grace - 65.3%

Rey Mysterio - 64.9%

Shayna Baszler - 62.7%

Angelico - 58.2%

Santos Escobar - 58.1%

Dominik Mysterio - 58.0%

Bollywood Boyz/Singh Brothers - 44.5%

Ryusuke Taguchi (Apollo 55) - 43.0%

Nick Wayne - 32.5%

Nia Jax - 28.7%

Nasty Boys - 7.1%

Average smash rating this week: 51.9%

More stats under the cut, along with my observations, commentary, and some of my favorite tags...

Most total votes this week (most enthusiasm)

Nick Wayne - 397 votes

Dominik Mysterio - 371

Shayna Baszler - 244

Nia Jax - 230

Santos Escobar - 227

And least total votes this week (least enthusiasm)

Ryusuke Taguchi - 149 votes

Bollywood Boyz/Singh Brothers - 164

Lash Legend - 173

Killer Kelly - 181

Jordynne Grace - 193

The closest poll was Bollywood Boyz/Singh Brothers, who lost 73-91.

Bottom Ten Overall

Vince McMahon - 3.9% smash

Ric Flair - 4.6% smash

Nasty Boys - 7.1% smash

Kane (Corporate variant) - 10.1% smash

Miracle Violence Connection - 11.8% smash

Gene Munny - 12.4% smash

Spike Trivet - 12.% smash

Kevin Sullivan - 13.1% smash

Triple H (Terra Ryzing variant) - 18.6% smash

Eric Bischoff (NWO) - 20.0% smash

Bottom Women Overall

Nia Jax - 28.7% smash

Eve Torres - 47.1% smash

Carmella - 47.8% smash

Nikkita Lyons - 48.2% smash

Julia Hart (Cheerleader Variant) - 49.8% smash

With an average smash rate of 51.0%, this is the lowest-scoring week yet. The overall average smash rate currently sits at 58.9%, and the previous low score was allllllll the way back in Week 1, at 52.6% average smash rate.

We also got two changes to the overall rankings: Nasty Boys made it to No. 3 on the Bottom Ten Overall list, and Nia Jax was voted the least smashable woman so far. There are still 31 men considered less smashable than her, but it's a major accomplishment to be the first woman to score significantly under 50%.

In happier news, someone finally requested one of my personal blorbos: Angelico. It has been agonizing waiting for him to be requested, so thank you to whoever sent him in. Now to see how long it takes for someone to request my other blorbo...

Rey Mysterio is more smashable than his son Dominik, 64.9% to 58.0%. Dom got 149 more votes, though.

Ryusuke Taguchi is more smashable as a member of Apollo 55 than he is on his own, but not smashable enough to get over the 50% mark (43.0% vs 28.4%).

Nick Wayne got the most votes this week, at 397. A lot of the tags said something along the lines of "he's too young right now, but let's check back in a few years." So, if this blog is still around in 5 years, I will make sure to run a new Nick Wayne poll.

And now for some of my favorite tags and comment

@dm-me-your-weltanschauung on Nasty Boys: #if you told me that this photo was from a campaign encouraging people to get tested for STIs I would believe you#or one of those “talk to your kids about sex before THEY do” things

@booboo-eyedbambi on Dominik Mysterio: #he gives me cute aggression in a way that makes me wanna squeeze him dry like an orange or burn the world down if he says he's chilly

@romanthereigns on Jordynne Grace: #I would let that woman throw me

@discow1tch on Nick Wayne: #he would 100% have been my type when I was a teenager but unfortunately I'm old now and would rather fuck his evil step dad

@supernaturalkickparty on Nick Wayne: #if anything take him to ihop gamestop and build a bear#think i saw a turtleneck shirt this past winter#he can make a christian cage bear

[alwayslosingtheplot-blog]

Make a World with me

Part 2: The Discovery Myth

Making a new world in public!

Read the first post to find out what we have so far: https://www.tumblr.com/alwayslosingtheplot-blog/749995149029933056/build-a-world-with-me?source=share

I'm going to have to name this thing eventually, but I don't think we know enough about it yet.

In the last post I mentioned that I didn't want to do a creation myth for this world. I wanted a discovery myth instead.

(I have made a few creation myths in my other things. I have a goddess singing herself to nothing to create everything else. I have a little golem guy making everything else from mud and sending them on their way, quite happy to be forgotten once he keeps getting to make his little things.) I want this world to be something found instead of something made for people. Because obviously, it wasn't. It is so hostile to the tiny people hanging out in one tiny area trying to cling to life. So why are they there?

The myth I think is going to be along the lines of:

Our ancestors fled their lands, fled from the great fires in the sky and the death it rained. They fled through the wizard's gate, while he would would save them stayed behind to face the dragon's flame. Once here they had to flee again, from the land of beasts and teeth until they found us a home here on this Elysium of islands.

So what's the origin of this myth?

You know that quote:

Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.

-Arthur C. Clarke.

That.

A meteor's flight plan means it will hit a planet (Earth), but humanity has 50-100 years of warning beforehand. So plans are put in play, one of which is a warp gate. A portal to another world that should place people in a world not unlike our own at a good point in time. Only there is a miscalculation means that people arrive way too early or way too late and the world is close to uninhabitable. The running on arrival, the destruction of most of their equipment and the danger and deaths until they reach the safe haven of the islands means that most of their knowledge is lost. The higher levels of oxygen needed to sustain the larger life forms might also have negative outcomes for the first few generations of people such as shorter life-spans (even if they had their genes somewhat altered in advance of travelling).

One of the people happened to be a Classical student and referred to their travels being like the Odyssey, which gives me an idea for naming conventions for the islands.

(This also means that I can divorce the names a bit more from their actual origins and have a bit more creative freedom with that stuff)

What we have so far, the short version:

Everybody lives on a series of islands off the coast of a Pangea-like, monster-filled continent and have a myth about their ancestors running from fires in the skies and monsters before settling there.

And that's it for this post! I think this gives it a bit of Pern or Shannara feeling so far. After this post I think I will start on the islands themselves, the cultures there and all that. If anyone wants to join in and make their own world, I'm made a tag you can use for it:

#MakeAWorldInPublic

[hunnythebee]

Author Promo Tag Chain!!

Rule: post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to Ao3. If you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics. Tag credit: @dangraccoon, @mandos-mind-trick (I got two tags 🥹)

Stow Away Din Djarin x OFC

She had been on this maker-forsaken planet for far too long. Her previous, let’s call them “partner”, had brought her here for a job… that was nearly a year ago. They abandoned her, left her here with a blaster and 50 credits to her name. Luckily, she was resourceful and cunning. She made her credits last long enough to find short-term work in a local ship scrapyard. That’s how she met Peli. Peli came by and saw her about to tear open an antique N-1 Starfighter, just about ripped her a new one over it and offered to buy it off her. She didn’t refuse, in fact she admired her for taking on the project. They became fast friends. Peli let her stay at her ship dock while she looked for proper lodgings, but they grew on each other. Her whole world was shifted when an opportunity presented itself. A man and a child landed in Peli’s hangar. It was a Mandalorian, sporting the shiniest beskar armor she had ever seen, and the kid was a species she did not recognize. The child was small, nearly infant sized, and green with large pointed ears.

Touches Wrecker x Reader

Being on Pabu was like living in a dream. Even after the devastation left in the wake of the tidal wave, it was pure serenity after being on the run for so long. When Hunter had announced that we were staying, even if for a short time, I felt a weight fall from my shoulders. The next day we all started to help with cleaning up around the village. Hunter was working with the Mayor to find people places to shelter while rebuilding. Tech and Phee were helping to assess what materials would be needed to rebuild. Omega was somewhere on the island with Shep’s daughter, which made me feel so happy that she had a friend her own age. As for me, I was on clean up with my favorite person and best friend. Wrecker. He could make any situation fun. In this case, we were competing for largest pile of seaweed. The houses were covered in it, and filling cart after cart had gone from tedious to exhilarating. Announcing over the comms what number we each were at every hour, kept us going all the way till sunset. After the day was done, we were invited to utilize the bathhouses that were located in upper Pabu. Actually it was more like we were begged to use the bathhouses because in truth we stank so bad after handling seaweed and sweating all day.

Trapped Hunter x Reader

The tunnel was so dark I couldn’t see too far past the lamp that I was holding up in front of me. It was cold and damp, and I could hear the faint rumbling of the storm above. Hunter was slightly ahead of me, holding his lamp in his left hand and running his right along the tunnel wall. He was understandably on edge, given the cave-in that had just separated us from the others. Tech had reassured us that there were multiple entrances to this particular tunnel system before we lost contact via comms. This knowledge, coupled with Hunter's keen senses, put my mind at ease.

Questions & Answers Crosshair x Reader

It had been an exhausting mission. The boys came back to me more beaten than usual. Wrecker collapsed the minute he got to one of the med-bay beds, followed closely by Hunter. Tech and Echo had some scrapes from debris but nothing major. Crosshair however, was untouched. A perk of being in the sniper’s position. I tended to those who were afflicted, moving methodically from bedside to bedside. The whole time I worked I could feel Cross’ eyes on me, following my every movement. I did my best to ignore him, but his stare was causing butterflies in my stomach and making my hands shake. I had been harboring a crush for him for the longest time, and him watching me like this wasn’t helping. I finished with Tech’s bandages and discharged him and Echo. I explained that Hunter and Wrecker were fine, aside from some cuts and bruises. The pair were just exhausted. Once they woke up they were free to leave as well. Finally I allowed myself to focus my attention on the brooding white haired man in the corner of the room who, despite his lack of injury, was still here.

Vulnerable Hunter x Reader

Ever since landing in Pabu I’ve had conflicting thoughts and feelings. On one hand, Pabu was paradise. Everyone else seemed so at ease and peaceful. It was small and tranquil with limited resources, definitely not the kind of place the Empire would care about. But then why… Why was I shaking so much? Why was my adrenaline pumping as though I needed to be ready for an attack? It made no sense. Even Hunter looked relaxed. I had excused myself from dinner, needing a quiet moment to collect myself. But that quiet moment had deviated from its intended purpose. Now I was sitting on the floor of the Maurauder, knees tucked to my chest, whilst shaking violently. Tears threatened my eyes but never fell, instead just stinging them as my heart rate rose violently and my chest heaved. I clutched at my sides, feeling as though if I didn’t that I would rip in half. My heart was hammering so loudly in my ears that I didn’t hear the hatch open or hear him come in, but there he was. Knelt in front of me was Hunter, care and concern flooded his beautiful golden eyes as he examined mine.

Jealousy Tech x Reader

I had been cordial, friendly even with Phee. She was decent… for a pirate. Not that we had been much better in recent times, so who was I to judge? But what had me sucking at my teeth while I glared from my seat behind Tech was the way she was touching him . So familiar. And this nickname she had for him always made my stomach twist. ‘ Brown eyes.’ How creative of her. I shouldn’t be so mad at her. She was going to help us afterall. Stars I just… I can’t figure out why she rubs the wrong way so hard. I was silent as the dead the whole trip to wherever she was taking us. I hadn’t realized I was clenching my jaw until it unclenched. My whole mouth fell slack at the sight of this small island civilization. Beautiful blue waters surrounded a mountain dotted with small white huts. It looked so peaceful, so serene. Tech landed the Maurauder at the peak of the mountain, where there stood a tall tree and an even taller temple-like structure. As I stepped out of the ship the warm sun hit my skin and I sighed in relief. My seething anger melted away from me almost instantly.

Forgiveness Crosshair & Howzer

Crosshair woke up back on Tantiss, but he wasn’t in his room. Instead he was in one of the cells in the detention sector of the base. He sat up on the hard bed and hissed at the pounding sensation in his skull.  “Was wondering when you’d wake up,” came a voice from the opposite side. Crosshair pressed a palm to his temple and turned towards the voice. His vision was still blurry from sleep but he knew it was definitely another clone sitting across from him.

Bare Hands Din Djarin x Reader

You were staring at him, and tonight you didn’t look away when he noticed. You held your gaze for as long as you were able, studying every feature. You were mesmerized. He wasn’t in his usual attire. He had purchased formal attire, seeing as they would not let you in otherwise. He wore a yellow deep v-neck tunic and an overcoat of brocade embroidered with a golden floral pattern. His Mythosaur pendant lay prominently on his tan skin. He wore no gloves, just a few golden rings. The ensemble that had been designed for you was in complete contrast. You wore a deep blue backless silk dress with a choker halter neckline and silver chains dangling around your shoulders. The fabric shown like stars in the sky.

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I posted 150 times in 2022

That's 3 more posts than 2021!

101 posts created (67%)

49 posts reblogged (33%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@henrycavbsc

@mrcavanaughtf

@swap-meetog

@et12317

@southern-god1

I tagged 127 of my posts in 2022

Only 15% of my posts had no tags

#ask - 50 posts

#reblog - 36 posts

#maletfwitch - 31 posts

#celeb - 22 posts

#body swap - 13 posts

#muscle theft - 12 posts

#fave - 12 posts

#questions for tf fans - 9 posts

#inanimate tf - 8 posts

#request - 7 posts

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Be careful who you mess with

Caleb here used to be a skinny little nerd that I would bully until he learned how to do witchcraft.

first, off he used a muscle theft spell to steal all of my muscles along with my dad's then he used another spell to swap ages with my dad, finally he used a spell that changed reality so now my dad is my brother and Caleb is now our stepdad who we're stuck alone with since our mom is always out of town for business.

now he torments us and makes us do all the household chores while he just sits around and watches tv or plays video games, sometimes he'll sit on us or use us as footstools or worse make us wash his feet especially when they're sweaty and smelly in fact, he tends to have a really strong body odor filling up the house with his musk.

our lives are now a living nightmare and we're not gonna be able to go to college to get away from him cause of our low grades and the fact Caleb refuses to pay for it and our mom goes along with whatever he says so we're stuck with him.

Moral of the story: Be careful who you mess with.

223 notes - Posted July 1, 2022

#4

“once me and my brother are finished draining you of all your muscle we’ll do the same to all your white boy friends” the man on the left said as he continued to drain you of all your hard earned muscle

“than when we’re done growing we’ll find more men like us and have them drain the rest of the guys at your gym, soon it’ll be filled with only Indian studs like us” his brother said before you fell to the ground all skinny and weak.

231 notes - Posted February 21, 2022

#3

I had always been a big fan of Markiplier, my life was pretty hard so i always looked to his videos to cheer me up, one night on my way home from work i saw a shooting star and wished i could be just like Mark, the next morning i woke up in a room unfamiliar to me, i got up and began to examine myself as my body was now different, i than remembered my wish to be Markiplier and realized it worked as i was now in his body.

Turns out i wasn’t alone as mark was still in his body co conscious with me, at first mark was scared and upset by me accidentally possessing him but soon we grew close and he had no problem sharing a body with me as we would take turns being the one in control, it was perfect since now i got to both be with mark and be him and i wouldn’t have it any other way.

237 notes - Posted April 7, 2022

#2

"Sorry bud my name is Brody, not Bryan"

"I don't know what you're talking bout I've always talked and dressed this way"

"bud I never even lived in the city I was born and raised here in the south and I wouldn't have it any other way."

Little did brody know that man was telling the truth he used to be a city boy named Bryan who hated the south until one day a man came up to him and changed him.

memories of growing up in the city replaced with him growing up in the south as Bryan was replaced by Brody who liked to wear hats and cowboy boots, drive trucks, and drink beer just like any southern boy should, he also disliked city folk as he thought they were stuck up and not "real men"

279 notes - Posted June 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

My dad asked me to help him get in shape and i agreed thinking he meant helping him workout, suddenly my muscles began shrinking and being replaced by fat while the inverse happened to my dad as his body fat began to be burned off and be replaced by the muscles i had just lost.

our body types had been completely switched i now had his slightly overweight body while he had my sexy muscular body i worked hard for

“Thanks for the help son i really appreciate it” he said before flexing while i was too stunned to speak.

373 notes - Posted February 23, 2022

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I posted 26,410 times in 2022

That's 20,819 more posts than 2021!

562 posts created (2%)

25,848 posts reblogged (98%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@one-trash-alek

@treesofgreen

@/emi1y

@/dingdongyouarewrong

@/officialgoogle

I tagged 13,132 of my posts in 2022

Only 50% of my posts had no tags

#our flag means death - 2,725 posts

#ofmd - 2,522 posts

#izzy hands - 958 posts

#lmaooo - 911 posts

#&lt;3 - 747 posts

#blackstede - 635 posts

#wwdits - 502 posts

#stede bonnet - 457 posts

#stedward - 397 posts

#art - 377 posts

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I think that Our Flag Means Death's Stede Bonnet is the perfect character for our times actually. In an age when it's so easy to give in to nihilism and bitterness in the face of everything awful that's happening ALL THE TIME, he remains gentle, kind, and constantly authentic in his caring attitude towards those he holds dear. He is by far the most "lover, not a fighter" character I've seen in a very long time.

I mean, he reads his crew bedtime stories! And they like it! He wears nice, colourful clothes, drinks tea, has an entire library onboard for god's sake, and you never have this feeling that the narrative itself wants you to think that he's being "too much". He's Stede. And he's great just the way he is.

And he finds people who appreciate him for it, too! I mean, Blackbeard is completely enamoured and fascinated from the very start, not just by Stede himself, but his way of being, too. And you'd think that this rough, legendary pirate would clash horribly with this gentle, slightly pathetic soul.

AND YET

They invite each other into their lives. Edward teaches Stede how to swordfight, Stede treats Edwards to the nice things he treats himself to as well, like good tea, wines, even comes along with him so he can experience the life of high society for an evening! And they both hate it in the end!

I love that, among many other things, OFMD is a story about how you shouldn't lose touch with the part of your soul that genuinely loves life, the world, and the people around you. It proves that, if you have a gentle part to you, it pays off to cultivate it. And the right people will come around and appreciate it endlessly.

1,488 notes - Posted March 19, 2022

#4

Seeing how Con has been reacting to fans and fanmade content ever since OFMD exploded is making me nothing if not emotional. The last two conventions he attended too, he seems to be really enjoying himself, and I love that so much.

Given how youth-obsessed we as a society are these days, seeing this man who's well into his fifties be confident in himself, being fawned over no matter what he does, being sexy and having fun, soaking up people's reactions like a cat laying in a sunspot, it's just. Idk. It makes me lose my goddamn mind.

1,513 notes - Posted August 21, 2022

#3

Do you think that at some point after Stede and Edward decide to become co-captains some members of the crew of the Revenge get stuck in an endless loop of "ask your other captain"?

1,901 notes - Posted March 20, 2022

#2

One of the (many) things I absolutely adore that happened due to the release of Our Flag Means Death, is this huge, sudden, loud, wonderful shift in what body types we find attractive.

Those little gifsets of Ed asking Stede to stab him? People saw Taika's tummy peeking out of his little crop top and lost their minds.

That one scene where Izzy cuts up Stede's shirt? Gifsets of the aftermath of that have people raving about Rhys's tits!

Every more or less shirtless moment on the show has people perked up, gushing about chests and tummies. And don't even get me started on ARMS.

And I just love how, through the introduction of an array of actors with diverse bodies, OFMD didn't just normalize seeing people not shaped like supermodels on TV. This show genuinely portrays them as attractive and desirable.

And whether it's characters desiring each other, or it's fans voicing how hot they think they are, it's just, it's beautiful. I love that this show, among other things, proves that no matter your age or your looks, you can be desirable. And that alone brings me so much joy.

1,955 notes - Posted April 26, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Whenever I think about Oluwande something really weird happens to me. Suddenly I'm giggling and kicking my feet and saying "Olu, Olu, Olu 🥰🥰🥰" while thinking about his handsome face. I want him to hold me in his arms. What the fuck.

3,655 notes - Posted August 31, 2022

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I agree but also I don't? Let me think with my hands here for a bit...

There have always been short-lived fandoms and they tended to be the ones with a limited amount of, well, "content" (by which I mean canon content). Movie fandoms would usually be over and forgotten within a few months - I know this because as A Poor I would generally first see a film when the DVD was cheap enough in the supermarket and as a general rule by the time I saw a film its fandom would be long-dead.

The exception being a franchise like PotC, LotR or Marvel (& etc) where there are multiple films coming out at intervals that revive and feed the fandom with new stuff.

So everyone in the notes saying "Doctor Who" or "Star Trek" or even "Harry Potter" are still active because they're old is naming something with a large amount of canon content (massive, really, in the first two cases - you might never run out of new stuff to watch) and we can't really compare those to a Netflix drop of 6 to 8 episodes of something. Modern TV/streaming seasons are shorter which means we have less to work with when making fanworks.

Gifs... Look, I know gifmakers work hard but at the end of the day they're all giffing the exact same scenes with a faithfullness that fic and fanart don't require. Yeah all the popular (shippy, v often) scenes will be giffed within a few days, and unless the gifset is doing something fancy and artistic with it there's only gonna be so much demand for "the exact same shots as the gifset I reblogged 30 seconds ago except the colouring's a bit different maybe." Fanfic reuses tropes and so on, but two fics about such-and-such scene will never be as similar as two gifsets of that scene, purely because of how much the artist/author is being called upon to invent and add themselves.

In my experience tumblr is not a great platform for fanfic, even if you're just linking to it, because tumblr prefers visual works (which is valid!) and the reblogging and comment functions have never been ideal for discussion anyway. And AO3 is massive and you don't have sign in to drop a comment but in, say, the LiveJournal days you'd be commenting on a fic by someone you followed (most likely) so you knew them a bit and were more likely to feel comfortable talking to them, and there was sometimes a reciprocal transaction at work when they commented on your fic in turn. I may love someone on AO3 but their fanfic is literally the only contact I have with them. I don't know who they are, I have far less personal connection there.

If you go far enough back in fandom (even just to the 2000s) there was nothing we could offer each other but words and that made words our currency and so we wrote a lot of them.

Even fannish meta (now "Discourse" for some reason) isn't ideally-suited to tumblr as compared to LJ - no threaded conversations, no ability to lock to a limited audience, and oh my god the way some tumblr themes will fuck up a post to unreadable within even three or four reblogs with additions.

Add to that we're not "supposed to" add to the OP (like this!) but to use the tags to add our thoughts and as the complaints about "prev tags!!" remind us the tags are lost on a reblog unless you screenshot or copy/paste to add them onto a post yourself. So an utterly amazing insight can be lost so easily in the tags of a post and we're scared of getting told off if we splurge our thoughts in a format that can be preserved and passed along without effort from the next person along.

The ability to time-travel (archiving) is also a bit shit on newer sites, and the real-time focus makes commenting on older posts harder and scarier or even in some cases impossible.

LJ comments showed up in your email and LBR who didn't at least once get into a fannish fight there one night and wake up the next morning to replies on a topic you no longer gave a shit about? But if you *wanted* to keep up a discussion for a 50-comment thread then you could. And anyone joining in later would get neatly threaded within it.

I didn't unfollow on LJ because fannish posts were interspersed with more personal ones (helped by the friends-lock option where you could talk without everyone on the internet overhearing - imagine that!) so when they left My Current Fandom I might keep them cos I felt like I knew them, I'd read their lives and they were funny or whatever. Like there's a "moot" I have on DreamWidth that I don't think we've been in the same fandom together since about 2006... but I also followed along while they struggled with IVF and started a family and so by 2008 she was someone I felt pretty close to as internet relationships go. We had the chance to share our lives and often to have more in common with someone then Current Fandom. Tumblr is different because when I finally grow bored of gifsets of X And Y Do Something Cute In One Of The 12 Episodes Of My Current Show that's kind of the only thing I was sharing with that fandom's tumblr moots and so when I leave a fandom there might be no point still following someone for that sort of thing. And they feel the same way about me, which is fine! We don't have to marry each other to share a fandom for a while!

Short-form content generally doesn't appeal to me and can allow for limited creation or discussion (Tumblr is for gifs, Twitter is not much use for anything but Hot Takes, TikTok is for... I dunno I found it literally unusable so clearly that's not one for me) but I think the loss of long-form text content hosting is more the issue than the latest media/canons themselves. SPN gets a mention in the OP and aren't there about 15 seasons of that? So again it's about the amount of canon content we have to work with as fannish creators. We can only transform a work so many times before we run out of things to say about it and need to find a new one.

Not people saying “Fandom has always been like this” in that vent post I made. No. It hasn’t always been like this. Fandom has NEVER been like this until recently and if you were in fandom pre-tumblr purge, pre-twitter, pre-netflix boom, pre-tiktok….then you would fucking know it was nothing like this.

We still had the drive to create. We still sold prints and charms and made zines…but it was never like this.

The introduction of streaming, binge shows that drop all at once, tiktok and vine RIP i still love u vine but you were the beginning of a particularly ugly era) creating this bite sized, quick paced ‘content’ era of creation and it bled out into fucking everything else.

Fandoms didn’t die down when the show ended or the season was over. You didn’t mass unfollow artist, writers or moots just because they changed fandoms. There wasn’t this need to please the algorithm in order for your posts to get seen by people and enjoyed.

Fandoms used to last YEARS. Star Trek is literally the oldest running fandom out there and you got people in there that could care less about the new stuff and still have been happily prancing through their fucking fifty year old fandom today. Hell, even SPN after all it’s fuckups and shitshows has a dedicated fanbase STILL creating tons of art and fic.

There is no patience anymore. No calm feeling of taking in fandom and friends at a pace that which doesn’t make you stressed and is still fun.

Do I blame fandom for this? Of course not, but people are complacent with it and start changing their vocab to accommodate and end up making the situation so deep it cant be fixed.

We call Art & Fic Content now, completely stripping the value of what it is to a level of consumerism instead of personal entertainment & community bonding.

[peace-coast-island]

Diary of a Junebug

Building cute mechanical robots to bring a smile to someone's face

I can’t remember the last time we had a crafting event related to mechanical stuff, specifically robots. Daisy Jane and I were just visiting to catch a performance at the opera house when Connie managed to snag some tickets for us. It was done by a local theater troupe, which was why that was possible, though just barely.

Seems like they weren’t exaggerating about how just putting Madeleine’s name on something will make crowds instantly flock to it. In other words, if it was a larger scale sort of thing, like the more renowned and well known theater troupes, they would be sold out in an instant, so getting tickets would be near impossible, especially if you’re not from these parts.

The show is called A Butterfly’s Rose, a loose adaptation of a mystery romance novel. According to Aurelie, who has tried to read the book several times, the story has a good premise, but the writing makes it difficult to follow. She said the best way to describe the author’s writing style is superfluous, which she finds a shame as it could’ve been good. A lot of people felt the same, and so it’s been adapted to theater multiple times in hopes of making a coherent story.

Prior to Madeleine and the Allaire theater troupe’s version, the last adaptation was done about 50 years ago. What makes this current adaptation different is how much it strays from the source material - in a good way. Basically, Madeleine took a lot of creative liberties and managed to condense the story by only focusing on one aspect and expanding on that.

What’s interesting is that the characters she chose to zero in on were Bea and Florentin as their parts are often left out of most adaptations. From my understanding, they’re more like supporting characters, but they kinda set the stage for everything else that’s going on, so they are important. Madeleine says she gets why they’re cut, and that’s why she wanted the spotlight on them because, like many aspects of the book, there was potential, but it all got lost in the chaos.

Since I know absolutely nothing about the source material, I find the play a good standalone kind of thing. I mean, I’ve been told that it’s a very loose adaptation, so the source material isn’t essential to know. Rather than going for a faithful adaptation, which sounds impossible and probably wouldn’t translate well to theater anyway, they went for the inspiration route, which they pulled off well.

I found the drama and musical numbers engaging, and based on the standing ovations, so did the audience. Pai did say that getting Madeleine involved is sure to elevate things, not because she’s practically a celebrity, but because she knows what she’s doing when it comes to the arts. The others note that she’s a lot happier working behind the scenes, especially now that she’s free to do whatever she wants without being burdened by her past.

While the show was the main reason why we’re up here, we also wanted to come to chill and hang out, as well as explore more of Marippe. Now that the cleanup is done and reconstruction is almost finished, things have been pretty much back to normal. Aurelie’s hometown, Marillon, was hit pretty hard, so they still have a bit of work left there, though it’s nothing they can’t handle, she says.

Compared to the last time I visited, the difference is like night and day. Sure, it’s a busy city, but things were a lot quieter back then, mainly because a lot of places were closed. It was also cold and rainy because it was winter, so obviously there wasn’t gonna be a lot of people outside. Plus, there was the fact that I didn’t really spend a lot of time at the city as we were underwater exploring some ruins.

We didn’t really have anything planned after the show, so we tagged along with Connie and Pai. Well, mainly Pai because Connie had some important matters to attend to outside of the city. It ended up working out well because Layla, Melody, and Bennett are visiting too because they were dispatched on missions here.

Then we tagged along with Topaz as he was commissioned by someone to make toy robots for a pediatric oncology ward. I remember Beryl saying that Topaz often works with mechanics and occasionally takes commissions for custom stuff.

Apparently, he often gets mistaken for an engineer from the research institute, and when they find out he isn’t, they often ask why. Truth is, Topaz doesn’t really have an answer other than he’s not the studious type, so he just says he doesn’t have time, which isn’t completely far from the truth. After all, he’s said that mechanics is more of a hobby for him and he wants to keep it that way.

Since this is a special commission, Topaz is looking for help, so this is where we come in. He wants to make it special for the kids, so he’s going above and beyond not just to make toys, but companions for these kids. Like, for example, one kid wants a koi fish that sings their favorite song, while another wants a penguin that can act like a pet - unique stuff like that. Obviously, Topaz wouldn’t have given the kids the options to personalize like that if he couldn’t do it, so I guess that says a lot about his abilities.

Along with me, Daisy Jane, Pai, Layla, Bennett, and Melody helping out, Topaz also found another helper, a visitor from abroad who’s in a bit of a bind. While the rest of us handle tasks like gathering materials and some basic crafting, Topaz and Misha did the more technical stuff. I’d say it’s not that much different than gyroid events, maybe just a bot more intensive, which I found refreshing.

It’s been a while since I’ve seen Bennett and Melody, so it’s nice to catch up with them. Bennett’s visited Marippe a few times and actually met the toymakers Topaz occasionally works with. Apparently, one of them was so inspired by him that he made a limited edition board game based on his adventures in Marippe. However, the gameplay was said to be a bit confusing and it didn’t really sell. Still, it made for a nice collector’s item if you’re into that sort of thing. Now I’m kinda intrigued.

Melody’s been busy doing doubles for Connie by going on various missions abroad, research on the side, as well as training Aurelie and Coralie, another new member of Connie’s ever growing adventure party. She’s one of the few members who’s on call, meaning that anyone in the group can call her over and she’ll be there, even if it’s overseas.

Even though she’s part of the same guild as Bennett, her job’s more of an office type thing where she doesn’t have to come in often, leaving her with a lot of free time on her hands while still being paid really well. Some have actually accused her of being paid to do nothing because of her hotshot adventurer parents, which is obviously not true. In a way, they did kind of hand that job to her, but they wouldn’t have recommended her to reconnaissance if they didn’t think she was up to it, nor would she have decided to stick with it.

With the process of getting clearance to travel to Sazona about to begin, Melody’s prepared to begin gathering information to prepare for what’s ahead. She did a thorough job with Adrikha and Marippe, and so by now she’s got a routine down. It’s a lot of work and someone has to do it, so why not her? She finds the work engaging, not to mention that she’s one of the first to travel to a new place. Sounds like a good deal to me!

Along with just wanting to travel and adventure more, another reason why Melody’s doing doubles is because she just got her own place, which happens to be in the same building as Meggie’s. She still has a lot to do, and part of it has to do with her not being home a lot, but since moving is expensive, especially when you’re starting from nothing, she just wants to be safe in terms of finances. Thankfully, the rent is low, which is why Meggie’s able to stay there.

Living on your own for the first is exciting and scary, so I wish her the best.

Speaking of new living situations, Layla’s on the search for a new place too. She went from living in the dorms to a campus apartment because it was cheaper. However, she’s not too satisfied with the housing arrangement as she’s living with four other people. Her roommates aren’t bad, but she’s more of an introvert, so having to share a space with them has made her feel kind of cramped.

What prompted Layla to move was that a couple weeks ago, one of her roommates got doxxed. Basically, a neighbor of the roommate plagiarized one of her short stories by tweaking some things and submitting it to a magazine for publication. The roommate considered suing, but then decided to talk things out with the neighbor, who was uncooperative and basically dared her to sue.

Roommate decided not to press the issue further as she saw it was pointless. Then for whatever reason, the neighbor decided to dox her and now he’s in a lot of trouble obviously. After all, he didn’t put her at risk, her housemates are also affected by it. Damn, fuck that guy.

Campus security has been helpful in terms of keeping everyone safe as well as trying to help those who want to move. Since Layla’s a student, her options are kind of limited at the moment, but she’s on the waitlist for a single dorm. She literally got an email this morning that there will be an opening soon as someone’s moving out, so that’s good news. That means when she gets back in a couple days, she’ll have a dorm ready to be moved in. That’s a relief!

Topaz’s assistant, Misha, is from overseas, though his mother was from Marippe and was actually a research engineer from the institute. He had hoped to follow in her footsteps, but realized early on that he wanted to branch off. As for what exactly that is, he’s still trying to figure that out. In short, he’s made some bad investments for some sort of project and is trying to dig himself out of that hole without having his family involved. Apparently, the last time that happened, his mother had to intervene, which I can imagine was embarrassing, and his reputation took a hit because of that.

It’s a good thing he ran into Topaz, who was looking for an assistant with specific skills. Pai says it’s not uncommon for her and Connie to run into people like Misha who are stuck in bind and need help. While getting paid is a factor, Misha also hopes this experience will help him bring some insights he can use to hopefully salvage the project. As for what it is, he says it’s hard to explain in layman’s terms because it’s super technical, but to put simply, he might have been too overambitious.

The reason why the painter, Desiree, commissioned Topaz is because of her son, who passed away a couple months ago from cancer. She had talked about her son as if he was still alive and really wanted to make something special for him. We later found out that her son basically grew up in the pediatric oncology ward and was said to be inquisitive and artistic. All he wanted was to be healthy enough to run around and play like other kids his age. Such a simple thing to ask for, and yet it was basically a fantasy for him.

About a year ago, his cancer became terminal. which made him depressed and withdrawn. Desiree tried her best to lift his spirits up, even giving him the possibility that despite his grim prognosis, maybe a miracle can still happen. In the end, however, that was not meant to be.

How sad it is to watch your child slowly wither and die in front of you? It’s not fair for a kid whose life is just beginning to just be taken away like that. No wonder she chose to live in a fantasy world where her son’s still hanging on for a miracle. I remember hearing something about how some people would rather believe a beautiful lie rather than confront the ugly truth, and honestly, who can blame her?

I think talking with the kids at the cancer ward was an eye opening experience for us, one that Desiree really needed. A handful of these kids are sadly terminal and they have their ways of coping with their futures, which is basically making the most of whatever time they have left. It can’t be easy, especially for those who have been sick for most of their lives, to live with the fact that your life is ending before it can begin.

So, along with making toys for the kids, we were helping Desiree deal with her grief. Misha seemed to be right when he realized that she was dealing with a lot of regrets, which isn’t uncommon. He was close to his mother, who died unexpectedly not too long ago, and that was what prompted this project, which was based on her research. In a way, he wanted to sort of cement her legacy, though he doesn’t think he’s doing a very good job of it considering the predicaments he’s in. Sounds like he was close to his mother and understands what Desiree’s going through, so it makes sense that he was able to reach out to the grieving mother.

After learning the full story, Topaz and Misha decided to go all out to create something special for Desiree. She had requested a heron and gave them her son’s illustrations as reference, which look like they came out of a fairy tale. According to one of the nurses who took care of him, he wanted to be a painter like his mother. Since he was often in bed, he would make up fairy tale stories with his paintings. Unfortunately, as his illness progressed, holding a paintbrush became difficult for him, and when he could no longer do that, it seemed like he lost the will to fight.

The heron took Desiree by surprise, especially since Topaz did a really good job of turning a painting into a physical object, like it was taken right out of the paper. He also gave the heron a voice, using various quotes from the story. Maybe for a moment she thought that her son really was right there with her, and because she could feel his presence, she could finally say goodbye to him. A bittersweet ending all around.

Of course, the kids enjoyed their companions, and now Topaz has more requests from other floors. Since he has the time, he’s gonna work something out. Misha’s not planning to go home anytime soon because of his predicament, so he’s happy to help out too. He said that he mainly tagged along in hopes of finding a distraction, but instead, seeing Desiree’s ordeal made him confront some things he’s been trying run away from, like his own grief. Despite the challenges he’s dealing with now, Misha’s determined to honor his mother’s memory like the heron and Desiree’s son. I wish him luck.

No matter how long or short your life is, it’s bound to leave an effect on someone. Regardless of what you might think, your absence will be felt. I know it’s hard to believe, but as I got older and experience more of the world, I realize how true it is. As insignificant as you think you are, as long as you exist, you’re still leaving footprints regardless of how much or little of an impact you think you have. And I think that’s what makes being alive worth it.

Now that I think about it, these robots aren’t simply just companions for these kids who are fighting tough battles with uncertain futures, but they’re something for them to leave behind, a reminder to the world and to their families that they once existed, that they will never really be gone. A lot of the more complex requests came from those who know their time is limited, so they want to offer a parting gift to those closest to them. I can imagine how special these companions will be long after they’re gone.

[cozza-frenzy]

An Open Letter To Terry

So... just to reassure toon, nobody's mad at you. But this is for you, and I want you to read it, and I'm not even going to put "Terry look at this" in the tags or anything. It's Caddy, and I want you to listen to me. The instability and migraines that happened last night and this morning aren't your fault, but I'm posting this so I can try and help you help us. I've been the host of this system previously, and I ended up losing that position and going dormant because I could no longer cope with the stress we were facing. You've done an amazing job getting us through the worst of the pandemic and getting the others settled in. With you at the helm, we've managed to achieve something that's taken some other systems years of specialized psychotherapy. We're getting along with one another and working towards common goals, instead of fighting for control over a life we feel should be ours alone. Thanks to you, we're doing way better than we could be. Which is why you need to get some perspective. You still feel like you're responsible for everything that happens in here. That it's your fault if anything bad happens, and that even thinking anything negative about the rest of the system makes you A Bad Host who is causing harm to us. You feel like it's just your lot in life to get screamed at, snapped at, and bombarded with questions and just take it all on the chin because it's coming from newly uncovered alters and it's your job as the host to just, put up with it. Well let me reassure you; you're allowed to be upset over this. You're allowed to feel exhausted, to be just sick of this happening over and over again. You're allowed to be angry at the new alters, even just a little bit, even for a little while, for making your life hell. These past few weeks have not been kind to you, Terry. Our numbers have increased by more than 50% and it's no wonder you're starting to feel lost, when you're spreading yourself so thin. The rest of us are exhausted too because of the ongoing mental pressure on the system as a whole, but that doesn't even compare to what you've been going through. I'm glad you're taking a break today, but please don't lose hope. Please stay with us. You're allowed to feel the way you feel over this and it doesn't make you a bad person, I promise. It doesn't mean you care any less. It means you're a person, not a tool, not a part, not a thing created to serve a specific purpose. I know you don't want to leave us, but please think of yourself sometimes. You matter, too. You're not just our host, you're our family. We love you. It'll be okay. - Caddy

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I posted 350 times in 2022

That's 216 more posts than 2021!

48 posts created (14%)

302 posts reblogged (86%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@lady-snow-flower

@zerohallows

@gem-morey

@madmagicmim

@belladonna-wright

I tagged 350 of my posts in 2022

#snow - 62 posts

#zero - 50 posts

#inspo - 48 posts

#gem - 36 posts

#mim - 35 posts

#jessie - 31 posts

#your malm - 21 posts

#stuck with me - 17 posts

#bruno - 15 posts

#dear sister - 15 posts

Longest Tag: 122 characters

#honestly i am fully keeping the urn because i think the scary story vibe of meeting a girl who has an urn of her own ashes

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Hide and Seek | Spooky Spooky Girls

Tanya hated that she was doing this. Just the thought of Snow’s smug, all-knowing smile made her want to crawl out of her (ghostly) skin. But what other choice did she have? Her sister was somewhere in Swynlake, wandering around, looking for her. And who might follow? 

And what if they tried to get her to move on? Like into the next world or whatever? What happened next?

Tanya was terrified of that thought. And so, here she was, at the front desk of the Hauntley Inn. “I need to talk to Snow,” Tanya said to the front desk agent, rather desperately, an uncharacteristically scared expression on her face. “It’s really important.”

[outfit]

@lady-snow-flower

26 notes - Posted May 16, 2022

#4

'Round These Parts| Tansie

There was a new person living at the Hauntley Inn. 

Or maybe not living...

Tanya could perceive other ghosts. That was about it. Vampires, demons, whatever other form of supernatural or undead-- all she got was a vague sense that something was off. And that was exactly the sense Tanya got as she saw someone walking out of the Hauntley which, figured, their manager was always trying to collect the undead for some reason. 

Well, Tanya thought, she could use a little pick-me-up. So as the woman neared the sidewalk, Tanya stuck one foot out to try and trip her, averting her gaze innocently as though she didn’t even notice.

[outfit]

@belladonna-wright​

26 notes - Posted May 1, 2022

#3

Dear Sister | Zany

Once every year or so, Tanya had to move. She didn’t usually bring much more with her than what she could keep in her backpack, since every new school she went to had a decent lost-and-found that could serve as her personal thrift shop. But this year, Tanya wasn’t moving to another school’s locker room. She was moving into... the Hauntley Inn?

Sort of moving in. She didn’t actually live there. Tanya was making the distinction very clearly in her mind, because it mattered to her. But she had to get her clothes and stuff out of the locker room at Swynlake Secondary and over to the drawer that Snow was letting her use, so that was what she was doing with her Saturday, carrying an armful of clothes out of the school that she had snuck into (thanks, custodial staff!) along with her backpack, when she ran right smack into Zero.

All her stuff crashed to the ground, and her backpack fell open. “Watch where you’re going, jeez!” Tanya exclaimed, crouching to start picking them up. “And no, we are not talking about that stupid dream.”

@zerohallows

[outfit]

29 notes - Posted August 20, 2022

#2

Stuck With Me | Zany (Trope Extravaganza!)

Of course, out of all the days in the year, Valentine’s Day had to be the day that the girls’ locker room got trashed to all hell. Tanya didn’t even want to go in there, if it looked the way it smelled. So she was going to have to find something else to do with herself tonight.

The annoying thing was that all the people happily in love were having a grand old time, and all the sad single people were moping alone. Where was the drama? The fighting? Tanya was sure it had to be around somewhere... or maybe she could manufacture some. 

She headed to the Tipton, which she was sure was full of couples looking for their romantic getaway. Not if Tanya had anything to say about it. She was already flickering, so it wasn’t hard to sneak into a room while housekeeping cleaned it. The staff member had her back turned when Tanya slipped into the closet. 

All there was left to do was wait for the happy couple to arrive.

[outfit]

@zerohallows

33 notes - Posted February 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Your Malm | Mimya

Why was Tanya doing this again?

Oh right, because almost going ghoul and realizing the only thing tethering her to this existence was her ability to relate to people, not her ability to push them away, had, like, awakened something in Tanya now or whatever. And now she really had no choice but to admit it to herself. She had friends. Like, three, maybe. And she did like spending time with them.

What a concept, right?

So she got on the train to the Next Town Over with Mim to help her pick out stuff for school from Ikea. Tanya had some experience with moving, after all. Like, twenty-two years of it. She was pretty sure she had something to offer here.

She picked up a plastic container of beads from a shelf they were passing. “I bet if you dumped this in someone’s room they’d be stepping on 'em for months,” Tanya said with an evil glint in her eye. So-- okay, some things never changed. Magic-draining disaster or not.

[outfit]

@madmagicmim​

40 notes - Posted August 15, 2022

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I see this in the tag from time to time: I listened to Wolf 359/(other podcasts), now I’m looking for new podcast recs!

Wolf 359 is truly one-of-a-kind, but I have fallen hard for audio drama podcasts since, so here are some that I’ve really liked that have similar feelings in different ways.

(50% are set in space.  50% have POC leads. 83%-100% are queer depending on whether you count on-screen or also word-of-god canonicity.  All are great.)

Plain text below the cut; links to all the shows mentioned are in the notes!

Title slide: Help!  I Listened To Wolf 359 And Don’t Know What To Listen To Next!  An(other) Audio Drama Recommendation Guide.

Slide 2: I want to listen to something else like Wolf 359…

Wolf 359 was truly one-of-a-kind, an amazing sci-fi podcast. And so many of us have felt the feeling “Now that I’ve listened to Wolf 359, what should I listen to next that will give me the same feeling?” This is the audio drama recommendation guide for you! But the fundamental question is…

… What are you looking for more of?

Slide 3: The Setting.  A space station or spaceship in deep space; what’s better than that?

Girl In Space by Sarah Rhea Warner

A scientist all alone on a space station overgrown with plants, orbiting a very strange star…

… or at least, all alone until the corporate ship that has owned the station all along shows up

Cinematic, fast-paced, like a YA novel in audio drama form

The Strange Case of Starship Iris by Jessica Best

Violet Liu, a shy scientist, when her research ship explodes under mysterious circumstances and hope seems lost, gets rescued…

… by a spaceship full of smugglers.

They uncover a conspiracy about the evil space government.

Ensemble cast, fighting space fascism, soft found family vibes.

There are of course tons more I haven’t listened to yet – We Fix Space Junk, The Orphans, StarTripper!!, Marsfall… But also, not podcasts but, if you liked Wolf 359 I highly recommend watching Babylon 5 and Star Trek: Deep Space 9.

Slide 4: The Premise

A small crew + AI on an isolated research base, linked to their commanding corporation by radio only, but Command is responding less and less and won’t explain what’s happening, and the secrets and dangers are rising and the crew has to deal with it alone…

Primordial Deep by Jordan Cobb

Small, handpicked, woefully unprepared crew sent to an underwater base to study the mysterious reappearance of prehistoric sea creatures

The deep-underwater base is called the “Tiamat” if that gives you any clue to how well it goes

Thriller-drama with horror elements, and gorgeous prose in monologues and descriptions

Think “Wolf 359 but underwater” and you get a good sense of the plot and tone

Micro-Cosmos by Lauren Tucker and Jesse Smith

A small crew of a terraforming unit are surveying a distant planet.  Things go wrong.  

Starts very funny and fun, with engaging characters and banter; gets steadily more serious and dramatic.

Slide 5: Communicating with an Alien Intelligence

Whether unfathomable reality-warping entities or natural alien intelligences, sometimes they are here to judge humanity and you need to go through the slow process of learning to communicate with them.

The Last Show by Danny Roa and Clay McDermott

Post-apocalyptic comedy about a college radio station broadcasting into the end of the world.

The funniest podcast I’ve ever listened to—perfect balance of comedy and plot, and never goes the Audio Drama Route of descending into heartbreak!  Stays upbeat and funny!

The Power Of Friendship, between human friends as well as otherworldly apocalyptic entity friends.

Tides by Jesse Schuschu and Ayla Taylor

Grouchy, stranded  biologist wanders an oceanic alien world, is in awe of the alien life there.

Scientific ethics!  Deep attention to alien biology!  Serious consideration of alien thought and communication!

Bonus: Diary of a Space Archivist by Beccy Stirrup does interesting things with this concept as well!

Slide 6: Aliens Stole My Identity

Can’t have shit in space

Janus Descending by Jordan Cobb

Tightly-plotted, deeply chilling, atmospheric space horror

Self-contained stand-alone mini-series

Lyrical and beautiful prose, ancient alien ruins, and a doomed relationship.

Get sniped by hearing a familiar voice actor.

The Pasithea Powder by Molly Olguín and Jackie Hedeman

Two long-time friends—one a war hero, one a war criminal—uncover government secrets after losing a space war

Hits you right off the bat with space war crimes and memory manipulation

The aliens are kind of a surprise admittedly

Some of the messiest, most engaging, most complex characters who are also bisexual disasters in a sweet but deeply emotionally messed up slow-burn romance.

Slide 7: The Long Story Short Productions Crew

Gabriel Urbina, Sarah Shachat, and Zach Valenti, along with Alan Rodi, Jared Paul, and a host of fabulous actor friends, have a distinctive writing, directing, and musical style.  Everything they have made is pure gold.  And you’ll definitely recognize many familiar voices.

Zero Hours

A seven-episode anthology series about the end of the world… or, seven ends of the world.

Gorgeous, deeply cathartic, sometimes funny but usually melancholy, really puts you through the emotional wringer.

From the past to the future, historical fiction to sci-fi, as eras, relationships, worldviews, and worlds end and begin again.  (I’m going to cry again as I write this)

Unseen

Their current ongoing project—an urban fantasy anthology series exploring “the Unseen World.”

Each episode is a dramatic monologue (due to COVID) but they work amazingly to reveal different facets of this cool, sometimes eerie, sometimes funny, always fascinating magical world.

Slide 8: Just, Really Good Podcasts

Expanding casts of complex, well-written and excellently-acted characters.  Edge-of-your-seat plotting.  Characters making really bad decisions.  Humor, heartbreak, and mystery.  These aren’t much like Wolf 359 in most ways except that they’re really, really good.

Arden by Emily VanDerWerff, Sara Ghaleb, and Christopher Dole

A fictional true crime podcast / murder mystery story (with some familiar voices!)

In the spirit of “Serial” and “S-Town,” thematically investigating just how True Crime Ruins Lives

FANTASTIC characters, twisty mysteries, humor, the mundane horror of what people will do to each other, high society and small towns both with their dark secrets, and messy sapphic protags.

When you get what’s going on you will go “OH,”

Greater Boston by Alexander Danner and Jeff Van Dreason

A magical realism/slipstream story, an ensemble cast and mosaic of stories about community.

Specifically, the community that is the Boston subway seceding to become its own city, with all the over-the-top political drama that ensues.  Do you like public transit? You’ll like this.

Also, ghosts, and crystal balls, and serious indictment of redlining and housing inequality.

(I have cried listening to this show more than once.)

All background images sourced from the public domain from NASA.

[volturiwolf]

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Felix’s POV

What was currently happening to us was absolutely embarrassing. We used to rule the vampire world by forcing our laws and power on others; we used to take everything we wanted by force; we used to exterminate whole clans and covens, and we were feared by everyone. 

And now, we were forced to negotiate with a coven we would have never guessed the true size and power of. The Greek coven Aro, Marcus, Caius, and their mates used to be a part of was considerably different from what Aro remembered when he sent us to deal with the vampire clans in Crete. The coven was much larger than ours, and we were not properly and appropriately prepared for what we had to face.

We were now forced to face Nettie’s coven as the 49 vampires in front of us demanded from the 25 of us - including Sulpicia and Athenadora - to surrender our power and authority to them. By threatening Aro to kill the 7 of us who survived the conflict between us and them, they managed to force him to make the trip to Greece, along with “every single Volturi vampire there is”, as they demanded. If Aro didn’t need us, I knew he wouldn’t have come.

The Greeks had the upper hand: not only they had managed to “disarm” and paralyze us, but they could also very much do the same thing to the others. There was no chance we could get out of this unless Aro finally agreed to their terms. The negotiations lasted for a few days in the course of which we were held in the coven’s prison cells.

It wouldn’t have been as bad - for me, at least - if all the vampires of the Greek coven were here. The now 49 vampires used to be 50, but that was not the case ever since that day on Crete. I couldn’t hear what exactly was happening because they had taken our hearing away, and I couldn’t really move and see around better because they had paralyzed us.

But, I could feel (Y/N)’s presence running away from me, and I was completely certain when they brought us back here, and I saw every single one from the mission, along with more vampires, but no (Y/N) around. (Y/N). Such a beautiful name for such a beautiful woman. I was craving her presence; I felt the hole in my undead heart grow with each day she was away.

I didn’t know what went down between her and her coven mates, but, by the way they all kept looking at me, I could tell that it had to do with us meeting each other. They looked bitter and hostile, and I could tell we were all in trouble because of me. They agreed to let us feed but they didn’t let us choose who we could feed from; they brought the food to us, as they refused to let us leave the premises until the negotiations were over.

I didn’t mind their choice of food, though it wasn’t “locally sourced”. Just like we did in Volterra, they, too, had been always “importing” people to feed from. They informed us that it was their policy that, no matter what happened, they would never consume blood from people living around the area, and they also preferred to kill non-Greeks if they were away on a mission. I didn’t see the reason why, but I didn’t care to question their motives anymore, concerned about their reactions if I did.

“It’s mostly because of (Y/N).” A man with light brown hair addressed me.

“What?” I was lost. Did something happen to (Y/N)?

“It’s because of (Y/N) that we don’t kill Greeks for food.” He answered the question I knew I didn’t ask out loud. “I can read your mind.” He simply replied.

That made a lot of sense. “So, why is it because of her that you don’t kill locals?”

“Because when (Y/N) became part of Nettie’s coven, it wasn’t Nettie who changed her. Nettie only took (Y/N) under her wings, supported her, and taught her about this life. Nettie found (Y/N) running through the woods as if she was trying to get away from something or someone. Turned out that she was running away from her home, after having been turned by a rogue vampire that was passing by, close to her home. She ran away so that she couldn’t hurt her family. Nettie promised her that if she joined, we would never hunt locals, for fear that one of them would turn out to be one of (Y/N)’s relatives.”

“And how did you hunt before starting the tours?”

“We’d travel to, where is now, Albania and Sicilia, maybe even further. The furthest, the better. We only wanted to make sure that we would not attack any Greek for her sake. I joined much later, but I knew from the start that this was Nettie’s main rule for the coven. And if anyone broke her law, they were severely punished. Because they knew what it was all about; they always knew. Neither (Y/N) nor Nettie ever hid the truth. We knew that if we wanted to stay here, our duty was to respect Nettie’s laws.”

“That’s a big sacrifice you had to make for (Y/N).”

“It was worth it if it meant she was part of the coven, and happy about it. But now, she's gone. I don't think she's ever coming back. I, personally, treated her really badly when it came to you. Now I don't think she'll ever forgive me - forgive any of us - for how we reacted to your mate bond."

I had truly no idea what went down between (Y/N) and her coven mates, but it must have been serious if it meant that she left her coven forever. I thought it was because of me exclusively; I had no idea that her coven mates offended her in any way.

"I questioned her loyalty to the coven. I asked her if she would be willing to exterminate you, in case we came down to this. In her thoughts, I saw she would stay loyal to us, but I still questioned her actual intentions, not sure if I could believe what she promised. Everyone did. (Y/N) has been one of the oldest vampires in the coven; she had given everything for this coven. And we, like newbies, questioned her intentions and her position in the coven that she helped build before the majority of us joined.”

I could now understand her frustration and disappointment at her coven mates; if I was in her position, I would have probably - most likely - teared up the whole place down, until it was nothing but ruins. It was unfair of them to assume she wouldn’t stay loyal to her coven because of me, although I would definitely want her by my side. I just didn't know if I would want her to stay trapped in the Volturi headquarters.

“We wouldn’t want her there either, no matter what she chose to do for her life.” 

“Can you, please, stay out of my head?” I groaned with frustration.

“I can’t help it. Your mind is like an open book, though pretty empty if you ask me.” His snarky comment angered me, and I went to grab him through my prison’s bars but he must have either read my thoughts or he knew what I was going to do, and he ran further away from me.

“Told you. Empty.” He smiled evilly and ran up the stairs and out of the dungeons.

I banged the cell bars in frustration. Normally, I could have just cracked the cell open and gotten out. But I knew I would not withstand whatever gift they projected on me, considering what happened in Crete. So, I stood there, patiently, waiting for the outcome of the negotiations. 

The only thing I could think of was (Y/N); her image never left my mind, like it was engraved there forever. The way her red eyes sparkled; the way she, so expertly, tore the lower guards’ heads off; the way she commanded everyone else, and the way she made me shiver all over my body, despite being undead and seemingly not feeling anything else. I had never met such a woman in my life before, and I doubt I wouldn’t have noticed her even if we weren’t mates.

Speaking of mates, the mate bond was calling me to run away and be with her, though I didn’t know her whereabouts. Normally, Demetri would have known by the very first moment where she would be. However, just like Jane, Alec, Chelsea, and Afton, he too had temporarily lost his gift. Our captors had stolen their gifts - or “diminished them, for now”, as they said - until the negotiations were over.

That left us helpless and hopeless. Despite Santiago and I being able to use our strength, but choosing not to, the others were depending on their gifts for their survival and everyday life. Not being able to use them meant they had lost part of themselves, and that was taking a toll on them; especially Jane, who was using her gift pretty much all the time, either whenever she was ordered to, or just to mess with the rest of us.

Sometimes, we’d start seeing strange things happening around us - probably courtesy of one of the vampires here. Other times we’d feel so sick and disturbed, we could swear we would vomit if we were humans. Other times we’d have our worst fears projected on us. I didn’t fear anything, until now. 

Now, my worst fear was anything happening to (Y/N), as I didn’t know where she was or what she was doing. The vampire who caused fears had realized that and was using it against me, even if it was about her ex-coven mate.

I didn’t know if (Y/N) would come back soon or at all, so I considered her to be their ex-coven mate. If I were her; if I had the kind of power she did, I doubt I could return back to my coven if they treated me that way, disrespecting and doubting me. I was disrespected plenty of times in my own coven, but I could never leave them because I had no better alternative; I had no choice, no option, nothing to ensure my survival if I were ever to leave the Volturi. 

“Get up, suckers! The decision has been made!” Someone yelled and we started hearing commotion outside, and around the dungeons.

A vampire came by my cell and unlocked the door. “Don’t try anything stupid, or you’ll be the first one we get rid of.”

I nodded, not out of fear or respect for the vampire or their coven, but because I had no other choice but to agree with whatever they decided. We stopped before the stairs that led up to the ground floor. “We’ll be waiting for the others.” I nodded again.

Soon, each of the imprisoned Volturi guards started coming, one by one, accompanied by at least one of the others. These vampires knew what to do in every situation; they were careful and organized, and apparently knew where each of their own would be needed for each of our own.

Jane looked terrible. Despite her being quite young when she was turned, she looked so old and abused right now. Her eyes were looking straight ahead, but they were sunken, empty, and emotionless, though not Jane’s usually emotionless look. She now looked like she had been through the roughest times of her life, and I had no idea what she had endured these past few days. Alec noticed his sister’s face immediately and walked by her side to comfort her.

“Keep a distance between you!” The same guy who called my mind empty yelled, giving orders around the other vampires as if he was the leader of them now. “Oh, but I am!” He was looking at me right now. “Ever since (Y/N) left, I had to be the coordinator of everyone and everything around. So, yeah, that does make me their leader. Second to Nettie, of course.” He smiled evilly, and I got so mad so quickly. 

I ran towards him, not thinking straight, but knowing I was gonna make him pay for the pleasure he took in taking (Y/N)’s place, showing absolute disrespect for my mate. I managed to punch him a few times, cracking up his face when I suddenly felt electricity running all over my body, and it felt like my insides were burning. I couldn’t help but scream in pain.

“I told you to not try and pull anything on us!” The vampire beneath me mumbled, still in pain but also enjoying my own pain. 

“Stop! You’re hurting him!” Demetri yelled, trying to move toward me. “You need all of us for your negotiations! You need Felix if you want (Y/N) to come back!”

At the sound of her name, the pain stopped and I finally let my body fall to the floor, next to the other vampire. I was breathing heavily, still feeling the electricity through me, though the pain was slowly numbing me all over my body.

We heard stomping coming from the stairs, and a tall pale woman with long black hair appeared. She looked angry and ready to start kicking asses. “Stop acting like children! Nettie has been waiting for you, and you cannot stop acting irresponsibly! Stop whatever nonsense is happening right here, and come upstairs! NOW!”

I didn’t know what her deal here was, but she must have been important, as all the other vampires stood still at her words, and then followed her slowly upstairs, grabbing us by our arms as we all walked up the stairs. The mind reader was still laying on the floor, trying to pick up his broken pieces, letting them slowly heal and reconstruct his face.

None of us, or the others, spoke a word as we were walking up the stairs, through a long hallway, and into a room that seemed like it came out of the Middle Ages. There was a long wooden table in the middle of the room, like the ones people used to dine on, and it was surrounded by 20 wooden chairs covered in red velvet cushions.

The tall woman was already sitting at the end of the table, while a woman with auburn hair was sitting at the head of the table - I assumed that was their coven leader. She had two vampires of her coven on each side already to establish her distance between us, as well as her superiority.

Aro was sitting on the left side of the table, with Sulpicia beside him, and Marcus sat on the chair next to her. Caius was sitting across from Aro, with Athenadora right beside him. Jane decided to sit beside Athenadora, and Alec went to sit beside his sister. Demetri, who always liked Marcus the most, went to sit beside his master, and I went to sit beside him. Santiago sat beside me to allow Chelsea and Afton to sit across from us, beside each other.

The asshole who challenged me a few minutes ago was already back, sitting beside the tall black-haired woman, on the left side of the table, so he could watch me directly. Another female vampire came towards the table, sitting beside the woman, so there were no more free seats left. The rest of their coven surrounded the table but kept some distance from us, standing closer to the walls.

“Now that we are all here, we can get directly to our main issue. To sum up, for the ones who weren’t here before, the Volturi agreed to give up the role they had assumed, on their own, all these centuries ago, meaning they will no longer be “vampire royalty”. Also, they have no right to recruit any more vampires than they currently have.” There were a few gasps coming from us, but both Demetri and I remained frozen in our seats, not believing what was happening.

“And, now, for the most important thing: one of your own caused one of our own to abandon us.”

“You forced (Y/N) to leave you!” I burst out, banging my hand on the table.

Their response was immediate, as I felt really sick, really quickly. It felt like my insides were squeezed and my head was killing me as if it was on fire.

“Radmir, Dima.” The leader ordered calmly, and the pain and the twist on my insides stopped. “I am aware that my coven did not treat (Y/N) the best way, especially since she was our most important, valuable, and among the oldest members of our coven.” Her austere gaze scanned every single member of her coven, as they looked down, embarrassed for their behavior.

“Nevertheless, (Y/N) is gone, and I doubt she’ll ever come back. As retaliation, we have suggested, and the Volturi agreed, that one of you has to be exiled from your coven.”

We did not expect that. I felt Demetri freeze beside me, though his eyes were already popping. Across from us, it looked like Jane was filled with panic; beside her, Alec wasn’t any better. The Twins knew that their abilities were too important for the Volturi, so it was most likely that one of them would have to be exiled from the coven. Same for Chelsea, who was the one piece that bound us all together in the coven.

“Felix.” The leader simply said, and everyone’s eyes turned to look at me. What? Why me?

“Because (Y/N) left because of you, idiot!” The asshole spat, and I was ready to pop his head open if it weren’t for Demetri holding me into place the second I stood up from my chair.

“Not now, Felix, please.” Dem was looking apologetic, but also desperate. 

If I got exiled, I would lose my best friend. I would lose all my friends; Santiago; Alec; Jane; Heidi - the only one who was secretly left behind, in Volterra; Chelsea; even Afton who was annoying me most of the time. If I got exiled, I’d be on my own. I’d have nobody to go back to.

“That’s what we’re counting on.” The asshole smirked evilly, and I could no longer control myself when I jumped on the table, running towards him and sending him across the room. The pain came once again, more intense than before, but it quickly stopped once again under their leader’s command.

“Enough! All of you! Nabil, you had it coming! Stop commenting on everything and pull yourself together!” She then turned to look at me. “As for you, I certainly do not condone your approach, but I see your point. Believe me when I say that I did not mean for this to happen to you. But, (Y/N) is gone and we need to get even. You are her mate, so you are the one to be excused from your duties in the Volturi. I will not force you to join our coven, because that’s not who we are, and I know you don't want to be part of our coven. So, I’m giving you the choice and setting you free to choose whatever you wish for yourself.” 

She stood up from the table, and ran towards the exit, but not before turning around once again. “You all have 24 hours to leave. After that, if you’re still here, we will exterminate you. Good luck.”

[etherealluminescence]

op, p l e a s e do this one.

gn-mc is a great fighter according to their profile, but everyone severely underestimates them, since they’re kinda short and they’re thinking it’s to human standards. as soon as they come though the three (Diavolo, Barbatos, Lucifer) realise that the number of fights have gone down, and that RAD is a lot more quiet. Apparently mc had fought all the trouble makers or scary students on a whim, and has forced like 30+ scary demons into pacts, and plans to conquer RAD’s bad students. on top of that, they’re just like “one day i’ll beat the shit out of diavolo too fair and square, and conquer him as well.” for the brothers and undateables. bonus if mc said they only started their “conquest” because someone tried to bully Luke, so they decided to just conquer the demons for him like a good? older sibling

Holy shit OP this is what I signed up for when I started doing headcanons. Recently I’ve been working on my actual novel but I am still writing these out! I decided to answer this first because the creativity just HIT me.

The part that killed me is just how they did it for luke, I love him like my own son. Also side note the goth theme on tumblr hits different I really like. WARNING - a little bit of language, and violence.

Everyone reacting to GN!MC “conquering” RAD’s demons

Lucifer

He had chosen you and noticed your profile, thinking that is was almost cute humans would consider a tiny thing like you strong.

He immediately brushed you off when he saw how close you were to the chihuahua, thinking that you too, are just like a tiny chihuahua then.

But he soon hears less and less about fights going around, and even Diavolo investigates with him, and he is beyond shocked. He severely underestimated you.

He finds out because he forced some lesser demons to talk, and they were in tears saying you forced them to make a pact with you each time they lose, and by your order they weren’t allowed to fight students anymore, or else you’d punish them.

Although it was the truth he didn’t quite believe it, so they followed you around for a day before realising it absolutely was, you kicked ass so hard, the demon was crying and unrecognisable, and you forced him into a pact while snot was even coming out his nose.

He then sees you open the door behind you and take Luke’s hand before walking away from the bloody scene you had just caused. He was slightly angry and a bit intimidated, how did you, a tiny human do that?

When he confronted you about it, you just held onto his shoulders tightly, answering with “I’ll conquer you too, I’ll conquer Diavolo, I’ll conquer all of RAD, fucker. I am going to protect this child with my life.”

He was about to argue back, possibly attack you, but according to all the students investigated, you had well over 50 pact marks by now, and Diavolo found it amusing, so you were let off with that.

He swears he won’t submit to you, and has to stay on high defense because even at the HOL you will try to attack him with murderous intent to get the pact. 0/10, wants a new exchange students.

Mammon

He was the first one you made a pact with, and afterwards he started following you around like a dog, despite literally calling Luke a dog.

He knew you were a good fighter since you kept saying so, but he kept telling you demons were another level, and you should be glad to have him.

You and Luke hung around a lot, while Mammon thirdwheeled, and finally came the day of your first fight. Mammon was ready to defend you, but you ordered him to sit as you beat the literal fuck out of the demon.

Mammon couldn’t tell if that was a lesser demon or a dismembered corpse at that point, and covered Luke due to all of their screaming in agony. When you were done, you kicked their head into a wall and demanded a pact, making him slightly pouty but happy he’s alive:

Getting the pact, you left and gave a head pat to both Luke and Mammon, telling them that they’re safe with you. Mammon didn’t like it at first but then he loved it.

It didn’t take Lucifer long to find out, and when you told him with such confidence that you’d “conquer all of RAD, including Diavolo” he was like woah!! You’re going to die for that, but you’re amazing!!

And then you didn’t die, because Diavolo found it funny, and you were only serving justice to those who cause mayhem at the moment, so it was fine. He also accidentally finds out that you rival Lucifer in power, and absolutely won’t let Lucifer punish him, because in your words, “Mammon is my property now, whore.”

You were the only person to protect him, and he absolutely loves you, he may be weaker than you, but he loves staying by your side and saying he’d beat people up for you anyways.

Leviathan

Levi never really talked to you at first, nor found out about the incidents because he didn’t go to school, but when he heard Mammon talking about it he thought he was exaggerating a lot.

Even Lucifer said you were strong, but he refused to believe it at first, even denying the pact marks you had. Until you beat the life out of Levi during the TSL games.

He got angry at you and tried to kill you, so you ripped him apart, quite aggressively. He swore his tail had bite marks in them, and that he couldn’t see out of his left eye for a week. The icing on top was you demanding a pact from him. He finally believed.

After you calmed, he made a pact with you, and was now afraid of you, until you comforted and apologized to him, telling him he did try to kill you first.

When Luke comes over one day, you invite him into Levi’s room, no permission, and start to talk, and when Levi tries to make fun of him, Mammon shuts his mouth.

“Luke is the whole reason they decided to start their conquest, the whole school knows that by now!” Mammon shushed him, and Levi began feeling a little jealous that the chihuahua got more of your attention than him. But when he hears that you ALSO want to conquer Diavolo, he’s just like !?!!??? You’re crazy.

But more than that you’re like some over powered anime protagonist who got sucked into a different world with over powered plot armor, Levi thought, and he really liked it.

Begs you to come with him when he’s trying to buy stuff in lines, so anyone who tries to cut gets the life beat out of them when they do.

Satan

Absolutely member #2 of your fan boy club, Diavolo being the first one in it.

He thinks oh yeah, you can fight sure. But when he witnesses it he absolutely loses his mind. A human shouldn’t be that strong, but the way you force a pact mark from them, and even defended the tiny chihuahua before leaving, while being tiny yourself, he was interested in how your body worked.

But what really excited him and made him like you is when Lucifer entered the room and you sent a flying kick to him, putting up a harsh fight as well, before you break the table when you were knocked into it, calling it a tie.

“I swear one day I’ll conquer you and force you to make a pact with me. I’ll wipe that smug look off your face, fucker. And once I do that, I’ll beat the shit out of your prince, too.” You spat, getting up and holding your back.

So now you went from protecting the chihuahua to devildom domination? Basically asks you to make a pact with him so you can use him to fight Lucifer. When you tell him you want a fair fight, and that you’ll beat Lucifer yourself, he’s just so excited because you held your own for five minutes, and Lucifer can’t even kill you!

Literally tags along each time you decided to fight Lucifer and cheers you on so hard. Will purposely try to make you and Lucifer run into each other at the halls, so you automatically try to hurt him.

Please tell him not to eat so much popcorn, we know the show is good but it’s like he has boxes of them now knowing you’re hating? on Lucifer like him.

Asmodeous

Has absolutely freaked out and began cowering in a corner, shaking, begging you anywhere but the face.

He came to watch the show of you beating up a demon, not realizing it was you at first. When he did, he was so shocked and got closer to make sure.

You mistook him for the demon’s crew who made fun of look and tried to attack, seeing red. He held his own for a minute, before you almost rip off his wing in one swing.

He’s begging for forgiveness like the demons, despite not doing anything wrong at all. When you calm and realize it’s just human, you make the other demons unrecognizable and get your pacts, before making your way to him.

He’s just crying not his face, while you just say “Pact mark.” Pointing out you won fair and square against him, too.

He gives it too you beyond willingly, just not his face, he doesn’t even think twice. Nodding, you take Luke’s hand and leave.

He has to leave too for then next class, but then sees Lucifer, Diavolo, and Barbatos confront you.

Is afraid for you but then you literally punch Lucifer and tell him you’ll conquer him, and then turn to Diavolo and declare his ass as your own, making Asmo secretly swoon but worried.

Actively tried to avoid you while at the HOL for awhile, but noticing your docile nature when you’re not fighting, he felt a little comfortable with you, and right now his only concern is how many callouses your hands are getting from punching thick skulls.

Beelzebub

This man wanted to believe you when you said you were a strong fighter in passing conversation with him, but he just couldn’t. You were the tiniest creature he’d ever seen, and he was so sure you’d crush under one of his hugs.

He heard you were protecting Luke from the whispers of lesser demons, but he didn’t think it was through fighting.

This all changes when on his way to practice, he watches you beat up one of his teammates so hard they’re crying, they’re so huge, and yet lost to you, and the fact you sent him flying and cracked a wall, by one kick.

When you said you wanted a pact mark, he was shocked the rumors were true. On top of that, Luke was near by holding a cake he planned to give Beel as thanks for something he did for him earlier that week.

He watched you wipe the blood off your hand and pat Luke’s head, with a gentle smile. When he came in, Luke ran to him and gave him the cake, and he learned everything.

You were the one subduing the demons around here, big or small, and even protected Luke. He even learned that you challenge three totally strong demons, Lucifer, Barbatos, and Diavolo.

He totally believed you could do it now, with what he just witnessed. He’s seen his fair share of fights with egotistical demons thinking they’re so tough just because they play sports, and he’s seen guys at the gym, you were beyond that.

You had speed, strength, and great perception. Wasn’t even mad that practice was delayed, and began going to the gym with you, and will happily play with Luke too, another older sibling figure for Luke.

Belphegor

When he exited the attic and tried to kill you he watch his brothers grab popcorn from the sidelines, as they said to him enjoy dying.

He was confused at first, but then got the LIVING HELL beat out of him, oh how the turns have tabled. He intended to murder you, but you nearly killed him.

You forced a pact out of him as well, kicking him repeatedly where the sun doesn’t shine until he agreed, understanding why even Lucifer stood back. It’s not because they wanted you dead, it’s because they couldn’t stop you.

When he gains consciousness later, he finds out Lucifer is the only brother you haven’t made a pact with, and that you have over 80 pacts at this rate, and that you even planned to conquer Diavolo.

He thought it was stupid at first but after seeing you fight Lucifer, with no cheats just your normal hands for combat, while Lucifer was in demon form struggling, he understood he really liked you.

“Soooo... when are you beating the shit out of Diavolo?” He asks, and he also nearly makes the mistake of calling Luke a dog before Beel puts a hand over his mouth.

Jaw nearly drops and he loses his mind when he finds out you only started beating the shit out of people to make Luke happy.

Diavolo

This man just fucking cackles, like after watching you fight, he’s just in full tears from laughing. He’s just clapping, and telling you that’s amazing.

When Lucifer asked why you did it, you stood tall despite your short stature, and looked him in the eye with no fear. “I’ll beat each fucker who approached Luke, I’m going to defend him with all my fists got, and if you get in my way, I’ll do the same to you.” You said, before turning to Diavolo.

You walked up to him, and pulled his tie down so he could meet your eyes, and declared, “I’ll even beat the shit out of and conquer you too, one day, prince. I’ll be the ruler of this place one day. Prepare yourself for that day, until then, I won’t stop:”

This makes him laugh, not belittling you, but telling you he can’t wait, and he hopes that day comes soon, because he wants to fight you as well, and he hopes you hold nothing back against him.

He loves how strong you are, he loves how you want to protect Luke, he loves that you only did it to protect, and didn’t even bother to summon a demon, you did it with your own style. That took guts, confidence, and the fact you told him of all people with that confidence you would one day conquer him, his heart fluttered.

He would definitely start watching over you, and probably fan boy over you. The first person to ever force the prince of the Devildom to lower himself; and they even declared they would be the one to make him their’s, by forming a pact mark. It was honestly amazing to him, and he likes it.

Barbatos

He really should of seen this coming, a new fighting student, who was clinging to Luke protectively, and suddenly all the bad demons were being silenced.

Guess there’s no need for his torture chamber anymore, you’re much more feral than whatever he does, he just needs to sick you on them.

Joking aside, he doesn’t really take it too seriously. It’s great you can get a lot of pacts, and defend yourself, and even want to conquer Diavolo by forcing him to give you a pact mark, but he knows you’re still no match for him yet.

To get to Diavolo, you’d need to beat him up, and he’s a bit of a harder fight than Lucifer, by that he means a lot, he won’t even flinch if you bite his tail when he grabs you by it and puts you out the room, with a smile on his face.

It’s become a game at this point for the both of you to try and fight each other, you trying hard to get a pact mark out of him. He even offered it to you at one point, but you told him you wanted to win it fair and square, and he’s just in love with you even more because of that.

He’s pretty much a dad to Luke, so he appreciates how kind you are to him, and appreciates how you have your own set of morals for fighting, making him know that if Diavolo were to ever make a pact mark with you, it would all be fine.

Solomon

“Hey... are you sure you’re not actually the demon?” Solomon asks you, looking at the sheer amount of pact marks on your body, one week after coming to the devildom.

He’s seriously impressed by you, considering how easily you beat up demons without any weapons, magic, or underhanded tactics. You simply use your fists and legs, sometimes your head, but you get the job done scarily.

He’s even more impressed when he finds out the reason, you were visiting purgatory hall and Luke was being rather loud. “I can’t believe that’s the 7th demon this week that fought with you! You’re just so cool, you’re so strong! Thank you for protecting me!”

Probably wants to try to enhance your strength with a potion, and offers it to you when you try to have your epic showdown with Diavolo, claiming he is the boss and Barbatos and Lucifer were his right hand men who dragged Luke into this mess.

You decline though, wanting it to be fair and square. Truly admires yet fears you. But then again, i don’t think you stabbing him would making him afraid of you. I don’t think this man can feel it at all, unless it was you dying.

Anyways, he’s delighted to ask the demons you make pacts with to make pacts with him as well.

Simeon

Nearly loses his mind at first. He’s so concerned if you’re hurt,, but then he’s just like wait what.

Luke had told Simeon all about it when he reached purgatory hall, about how you beat up a demon for him, and even promised to always protect him. Simeon is really distraught you may of been hurt protecting Luke while he was busy.

But then Luke tells him about how you forced a pact mark out of the demon, and you didn’t even break a sweat, and that is was the coolest.

He doesn’t tell Diavolo about this thinking it was just a one time thing, and tries to watch over you two more. But then he sees you and he’s literally just frozen.

Humans aren’t that powerful right? And when Lucifer Diavolo finally confronts you about it, he watches as you just stare him down and declare that you’re going to conquer him as well, to make Luke feel happy and safe in devildom.

Needless to say Simeon is extremely panicked about your well-being, but extremely happy Luke is protected by someone so kind to him. Probably doesn’t approve of the violence, but Luke adores you.

Luke

The first time you met him you told him not to worry about the demons, because if they ever bullied him you would beat the life out of them.

He thought you were just saying that, and he said that he too would protect you, which you found extremely adorable and nearly went “I’m taking this kid home with me and he’s my child now.” not that anyone could physically stop you.

He found out you were actually sincere about it when the two of you were alone in RAD’s hallway, trying to leave for purgatory hall since he invited you over.

You two were stopped by a demon, who tried picking a fight on easy prey, and it was quite frankly, the worst mistake of his life, ever.

You beat the LIVING SHIT out of him, and even told Luke to look away, because this man was beyond recognisable, because you were so small you could easily duck and move fast, so the demon didn’t even land one hit on you.

Just because he’s a demon, doesn’t mean his stamina is forever you figured, and beat him up, forcing him to make a pact with you. You had one with Mammon already, so you knew how it worked, especially knew you could have multiple due to Solomon.

When it was over, you told Luke he could look, and there was zero damage to you and he was just like woah!! You’re so cool! And from then on you stuck close to him, literally demolishing any demon he thought looked scary, or just stared at him for too long.

When Diavolo comforted you about it, you stared him dead in the eyes saying “I would literally beat the shit out of you for Luke, so you better hope he starts liking the devildom soon, fucker.”

Diavolo laughed and Luke insisted you didn’t have to go that far, but you just patted his head and said it was okay.