i went to my first supernatural convention and it was wonderful the fandom is so lovely??!! i think i got adopted by like random grps of people 🥺😭🫶
just wanted to say a big thanku for making my first convention so so fun i walked away an even bigger fan (i didn’t know that was possible)
i took a picture with j2 (god im so broke now) and jared said “hi sweetie” and im still not over it ok i will never shut up about this. they were so lovely and gave fatherly vibes ; jared had to squat so much (im so sorry for ur knees man) and jensen was quieter but he smelled nice HAHAHA i was a lil intimidated (but he was lovely too)
also saw jim in the hallway AND I GASPED bc i love bobby and he saw me and mock gasped back PLS I LOVE HIM I MISS MY GRANDPA SMMM literally called them crying at night
misha also walked past and he fkin winked at our grp HAHA i was flabbergasted i’ve never seen someone wink irl and actually pull it off its so funny
also they were js walking around casually and i was lowkey freaking out BUT EVERYONE IS SO NORMAL ABOUT IT i was like OK ACT COOL but jskensnd i was too shy to go and get a high five from jared when he was leaving (also i was lowkey lost and stuck and stressed i was gg to miss my bus lmao)
i don’t know if i’ll ever see them again but i hope i can!! i live in a continent where they’ve never set foot on (that i know of) so im praying and seeing where this goes SO SO BLESSED AND LUCKY that my internship to germany coincided with purcon 9 AND i managed to get tickets like 3 weeks before the event (and it was section 1!!)
idk who is looking out for me but thank you universe thank you people thank you family i love love love everyone
(ps. if anyone wants pictures or short clips js comment and ill upload everything i have to a google drive and share the link here)
This is like a status quo of the Fairy Jar Reader. There will be trivia after all the characters are finished. And a poll at the very bottom, I kindly advice going through everything before deciding Reader's fate in this. Any questions can be answered here.
Basically the relationship status between reader and the second & third years cast a day before the orientation Yuu appears.
RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS
>{(Person That Calms Him Down)}<
How should he say this? Your mere presence just calms him down. If you aren't near, he gets more bratty. Gets a rather large ego boost whenever you compliment him getting first place every time.
"Congratulations on getting first place again, Riddle!"
"O-oh, it's nothing really! If you have any trouble with anything you can always ask me for tutoring…."
TREY CLOVER
>{(Good friends)}<
You're a really friendly person so you get along with Trey. He thinks you're a good influence on Riddle and just can't help making your favourite desserts to see your eyes light up here and there.
"Trey-senpai, you made my favourites again? Thanks so much!"
"It's nothing worth thanking me for. We do need you to get to our size one of those days…."
CATER DIAMOND
>{(That Cute Boy From Diasomnia)}<
In Cater's eyes you are totes magicamable. Well, you're just made for cute-core or Fairy-core (Suggested by Lilia). And the flowers you make always get plenty of likes and attention too!
"Ain't the founder and leader of the gardening club as adorbs as the flowers he tends to everyday?"
"Cater-senpai! You said you would only take pictures of the flowers!!!"
LEONA KINGSCHOLAR
>{(Indifferent to all of Diasomnia)}<
You are more bearable than most of the Diasomnia students. But it still gets on his nerves sometimes with just your presence, it just feels like you're not human….
"Respectfully, Leona-senpai you are sleeping under one of our trees."
"So? Just take whatever you want from the tree and go, not my fault your trees have good shades."
RUGGIE BUCCHI
>{(Errands = Freebies)}<
He does errands for you, so he could get a few things in exchange. Fruits, flowers, herbs, whatever he can get in exchange. Hear him out, fruits he can sell or just eat without paying anything, flowers he can resell to some sugary couples.
"If ya need anything, just say the word! As long as you have enough to pay me with…."
"Ruggie, you really need to stop eyeing for free stuff one of these days…."
AZUL ASHENGROTTO
>{(One of The Top 10 people to bind in an contract)}<
He's seen your work, your skills. And all he has to say is that he wants it. He can see clearly, how all the flowers and bouquets you make with your own hands always glow brighter, fresher, their scents more noticeable and easing than any normal student's.
"If you are in any trouble, you can always request an audience with me in exchange for a price of course…."
"I am not agreeing to any contracts, Azul."
JADE LEECH
>{(Difficult to Research About)}<
Jade canonly researches student backgrounds for Azul to use. But because you're a dumbahh Fae who doesn't know how to use a phone to save your life and you're practically tight-lipped about your past he has a very very hard time getting information about you.
"Jade, you either take the mushrooms or leave. I'm not telling you anything…."
"How cruel…. I thought after a year we would be close friends by now."
FLOYD LEECH
>{(Fun Angel Fishie to Chase)}<
As a Day Fae you get scared of things or people larger than you in both height and size, and Floyd quite likes chasing you around. You're called angel fish because you're small, you look like them whenever you use the broom.
"Sea Bunny~! I want to squeeze you so much!"
"AHHHHEUEHKWKE LEAVE ME ALONE!!!"
KALIM AL ASIM
>{(Wants To be Closer With)}<
Kalim sees you a lot around school. You're distant with literally all the students. He usually uses the gardening Club's flowers or grown fruits for his parties too.
"[Name]! Do you have any of these fruits? Jamil made a list for me in case I forgot…."
"Hm? Yeah, I can gather these quickly."
JAMIL VIPER
>{(Wary of)}<
Jamil is a naturally perspective person. It comes with the job. So he notices a lot about you. But knows well that it isn't his place to ask. You don't SEEM dangerous enough.
"Thanks for waiting, Jamil. It took a bit longer to get all the herbs together."
"It wasn't too long, the herbs from your club are always somehow more effective than the herbs I brought back.
Vil Schoenheit
>{If not a doll then why doll sized?}<
(I found out that the largest recorded porcelain doll is 5'7.7 feet tall. Man how am I shorter than a fuhing porcelain doll?? - Author)
ANYWAYS! Vil noticed how you have a certain *glow* to you. The Diasomnia uniform doesn't suit you, lighter colours will probably suit you more. It's quite fortunate you weren't sorted into Pomefiore, you would have become a *human* dress up doll for Vil.
"Straighten your back, baby potato. You're ruining your posture."
"Potato is fine but no need to add 'baby' in front of it…. I'm only short not an actual child…."
Rook Hunt
>{Knows that you ain't human}<
It would honestly be more surprising if Rook didn't know, he is just very stalker-ish and observant in nature. He immediately notices how the bouquets specifically made by you or the flowers produced from your club last longer and are always fresher. He ONLY knows that you're not human. But he doesn't really know WHAT you are.
"Monsieur Fairy! I've come for another bouquet! The ones produced from your clubs are far more beaute than others!"
"I somehow feel like you have something in mind, and I already feel that I won't like whatever it is."
Idia Shroud
>{Knows only online}<
You were curious about the games in this new world and as a newbie who was struggling asf Idia had decided to show off a bit and that's how you two became online friends. You're like the cozy gamer to his competitive gamer.
Gloomurai: And get this! They were ganging up TO #$&§®$## AMBUSH ME! Also, how's your farm doing? Hope the game was to your liking.
GardenFairy: Ye! It's quite fun. And the characters are very pretty too!
Malleus Draconia
>{Curious About}<
You are similar to most people where they immediately get scared of him by his mere presence alone. That being said, sometimes you can't just help but look at him admiringly. So Malleus is very much confused about you and is more curious.
"…." *Staring admiringly at him while trying to hide it cuz he's a pretty ahh dragon*
"I don't know whether you are either afraid of me or not…."
Lilia Vanrouge
>{Likes to Scare}<
He is familiar with Silver's roommates, well except you of course. Oh he can't even count the amount of times Silver comes to him sulking because you always flinch whenever he's near and always leaves when he appears. Seems like both father and son suffers from seeing you always turn the other way once seeing them.
"Peekaboo! ~" *Suddenly appears upside down*
"AHHHHHHHH!!!!" *Runs away like a literal Headless chicken*
Silver
>{Did I do something wrong?}<
Silver likes to communicate when it comes to problems or misunderstandings, but that is VERY hard with you as you always run away. Even if he got the chance to even talk to you, you always act dodgy. Poor Silver, having to fret over what he did wrong.
"[Name], I think we should talk for a bit—"
"Ahah… funny of you to say that, I would love to! But like Y'know… I'm quite busy and allat…."
Trivia!
Reader is gender Neutral, his Fae species is similar to Tinkerbell's but like Y'know bigger and more human like.
And with that, Reader is also an orphan. Similar birth to Tinkerbell as well. Y'all can obviously see I took a lot of inspiration from Tinkerbell.
Unlike Tinkerbell, they are born from specific flowers (Can be different for each faerie) as babies, like these tiny babies.
I actually made a Headcanon of the first years meeting your younger siblings. I took inspiration from my own fic cuz I was kinda lost in the birthing process.
Reader was born from a marigold flower btw, cuz y'know they represent the sun. Diurmal Faes are day time Fae or light fairies. And as unfortunate as for you to get your ahh into Diasomnia you are officially the unofficial sun of Diasomnia.
The older faeries all collectively take care of the younger ones. Diurmal Faeries have a rather short life span compared to nocturnal faeries.
Definitely didn't add that to add fuel to Malleus's overblot.*cough cough*
Has a rather hidden inferiority complex which I am actually tackling in the draft.
Has a lot of stamina and speed but like 0 ATK.
Wings are just transparent butterfly wings that can change shape. Though they do keep the Marigold flowers on them no matter the shape.
The wings can freeze rather easily so Reader is always sick asf during Winter .
In fairy form, stripped of human disguise, Flowers bloom whenever the reader walks. (Cyrene x Castorice from HSR))
Reader before dying had very strict parents, (Similar to Riddle's mother but instead of one it's two)
Reader had chosen to commit suicide out of depression.
Reader is not a hardcore fan of the twst yandere game. Hence they do know the exact lore of the characters except the main story.
Reader is scared of Faes because of the irl faeries being kidnappers and scary Shi. So imagine having to live in the same dorm as a Fae general and a dragon Fae.
Smaller fairies tend to fear anything bigger than them, no matter if they are a threat or not.
Anyways y'all, time for the POLL!
Where should the reader transfer to for their second year?
Heartslabyul
Savanaclaw
Octavinelle
Scarabia
Pomefiore
Ignihyde
Gets transfer rejected and stay in Diasomnia (+Will add new problems)
Switch to RSA (Y'all would have to wait until the RSA dudes become playable)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I 10000% need to write a fanfic with this stream of events, Yuu goes missing and everyone assumes they’re dead with some still holding out hope, until one night Yuu returns frantic, searching anyone out that can help them (I’m thinking Malleus but that might change) and everyone is SO FUCKING HAPPY they’re not dead but they still have to consider the fact that the state they came back in was less than favorable.
Hair that was once long and silky smooth is now matted a disheveled, skin that used to be glowing thanks to Vil’s help was now sickly pale and littered in stitches and scars, and a face that once looked on them all with encouragement and love now is petrified of their own shadow.
They keep talking about hearing “him” in their head, that “he” won’t go away, won’t leave them alone, but any attempt to get an answer out of them yields nothing but tears and screams. It takes days where they refused be left alone before they’ve calmed down enough to recount the months they spent missing.
In short word had spread off the island of a magic-less prefect, nothing to bat much of an eye at. It’s strange but plenty of people don’t have magic, so it’s more of a school taboo than it is anything any interest, until the overblots happened. One, maybe two overblots could be expected, excused even, but seven was just egregious, and yet the same one magicless prefect could be found taking down all of them. Of course word spread of their bravery, but when gossip spreads to the wrong people, things can get ugly. And it wasn’t enough they had a magicless prefect on their hands dealing with overblots, but a magicless prefect dealing with overblots from another dimension? Now that sparked some interest.
One day Yuu goes to bed like every other night, but when they wake up they’re not at Ramshackle. Instead they wake up in a sterile white room, restrained to their bed and no knowledge of how they got there. Sadly for them that would be their home for the next several months, where scientists from an organization they had no knowledge of used them as their lab rat for overblot related experiments. They wanted to understand why overblot didn’t effect them like it effected people from twisted wonderland. How they combated seven overblots with no harm to be found, at least none blot related.
The prefect close to their escape, was so scared and so hopeless, and mixed with the egregious levels of blot forcibly injected into them, had now found themselves the host to a particularly powerful overblot monster, but instead of the blot overtaking its host, it proved symbiotic to it. It wasn’t just a manifestation of the horrible parts of their brain, their failures, their anguish, it was fundamentally a part of them that lived for nothing but to protect its host and on occasion find ways to sustain themself (shout out to Venom and jjk cause they were 1000% percent the influence for this)
The monster was the one that tore the metal doors off the prefect’s padded cage and turned the unknown lab into a bloodbath. The prefect’s only goal was to make it to the only home they had in this world, and the monster made it happen, though not without great casualty and at the horror of the prefect who didn’t ask for any of this.
The prefect made it home, but now changed from a molecular level and having to cope with the fact they were now the forced caretaker of a violent monster who knew no bounds.
They either have to learn to survive with it with the help of their friends, or die along with it.
Hola buen día, me preguntaba si podías tomar mi solicitud: Los líderes de dormitorio (si es que se puede solicitar a todos) con una lectora/Yuu que es muy cálida, hace chistes todo el tiempo para hacer reír a los demás, le encanta contarles sobre su lugar de origen (costumbres,tradiciones y demás) y además es temperamental si ofenden de alguna manera a sus amigos (en especial a ellos).
A todo esto tienen una relación platónica o sienten un "crush" por el otro (elige el de tu preferencia 🫶🏼)
Y lectora es latinoamericana (yo soy mexicana,un abrazo desde aquí 🥹🫶🏼💖)
Espero haber solicitado de forma correcta,disculpa si no uso traductor, no estoy segura de que tan preciso sea 🥺).
She’s a sweetheart, but don’t mess with her
Synopsis: A reader who’s warm, loves making jokes, and loves talking about her homeland, but is also temperamental and defensive if someone she cares for is insulted
Featuring: The housewardens x reader (platonic or romantic)
Warnings: None
AN: Hello, thank you so much for your request! I did put it through a translator to understand so I hope I interpreted it as you intended. The relationship can be interpreted as either a platonic or romantic one, whichever one you desire. I hope you enjoy.
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Riddle
- Riddle finds your genuine warmth refreshing, like a ray of sunshine after a cold, cloudy day. He strives to maintain an image of perfection around his peers, but when you enter the room, your sweet, warm smile radiating as you tell him about your day and crack a joke here and there, he just can’t help but let out a soft giggle, refined gaze cracking slightly.
- When you speak of your home back in your world, the various traditions and festivals you participated in, and the beautiful clothes you wore, he sees the genuine love you have for it, and the homesickness in your voice. He vows to you to one day experience it with you, the food and festivals you tell him about. In a place where he doesn’t have to be all proper for a day, and can laugh and dance around with you.
- The first time you lashed out at someone on his behalf, he was stunned. A couple students had been speaking ill of him behind his back, but you’d overheard them, your warm smile changing in an instant into an angry snarl, defending him with a vigour he’d never seen from you before. A part of him appreciated the defence, but he knew it could escalate, and couldn’t bear the thought of you getting hurt on his behalf. As such he stepped in as soon as he could, a hand on your shoulder to calm you down, as he scolded the other students.
- Later on he’ll chastise you for it, telling you not to go riding to his defence, but on the inside, a part of him enjoyed having someone stand up for him so firmly. He’ll bring you a cup of tea as your rage calms, that sweet, energetic warmth he’s come to know and love pouring off your lips once again.
Leona
- Leona finds your warm, summery smile annoying at first. It’s too bright, and he’s trying to sleep. He’s curt and irritable with you, despite your many attempts to break through his walls.
- Slowly, your presence in the greenhouse with him, his lazy afternoon naps as he dozes off under the sunlight to the sound of your voice talking about your hometown, the festivals and traditions you practiced, becomes a habit. He’ll start adding to your conversations, asking questions about food, or specific clothing, and even share some of the festivals he grew up participating in back home. As you grow closer, your cheery demeanor calming him like the warm sunlight he naps under, he starts to appreciate your presence, your jokes, the way you always make his day better no matter how bad it’s been.
- Leona’s used to being insulted. He’s failed classes and been held back enough that the comments simply bounce off him. He’s not affected by their words, at least not as much as he used to be, so he simply ignores the snide words his classmates whisper behind his back, or in the halls as he passes. But not you. One bad word about him from anyone and you’re there, yelling at them loud enough to cause a scene. Leona’s shocked, an unusual feeling for him to have these days, as he watches the warm sunlight he was so familiar with becoming a raging torrent of a storm within a blink of an eye, defending him so valiantly.
- He pulls you away from them with a “they’re not worth our time”, lightly amused as you yell at them even as you’re being dragged away. He’ll smile as he leads you away from them, a genuine smile, feeling unusually happy about it. You truly are a lioness within.
Azul
- Azul prides himself on his control, his ability to understand those around him, what they want, how badly they want it, and how he can manipulate them to his whims. And it was quite effective, garnering him many students under his command, to do as he wishes whenever he pleases. That was, until you came along.
- Your gentle smile, warm as the first ray of sunlight breaking through the icy winters of the Coral Sea. Your sweet laugh, a song of the sirens themselves. The excitement on your face as you spoke at length about your homeland, eyes glimmering with such pure happiness as you ecstatically told him about the many festivals and traditions you practiced, inquiring about some of his own back home.
- He was taken aback, unable to pinpoint anything under your genuine kindness to take advantage of, finding himself slowly growing soft, comfortable under your summery smile and the soft, lapping waves of your words. You wore him down with jokes, and a closeness very few ever dared to ask of him.
- The number of students at NRC who feel personally wronged by Azul, whether it be by a contract of their own choosing or in some other way, is quite large. And many of them make their dislike quite apparent, vocalizing their distrust in and hatred of the Octavinelle Housewarden, though not many have the gall to do so to his face. As such, they lie in wait, hushed whispers as he passes, glances behind his back. The twins tend to take notice, their mere glares enough to silence whomever dares to speak, but for those rare times they’re absent, he simply takes note of the individual and moves to ignore the comments.
- This time though, you stood by his side as he overheard them, a pair of students whispering in hushed tones around the corner, though their voices were not as quiet as they thought. You’d heard it too, it seemed, and your excited smile morphed into a more wrathful form, walking towards them without a second thought. Azul was intrigued by you, so warm and kind, yet dangerous and deadly when you saw fit. He mentally noted never to anger you, watching you affectionately with a gentle smile as you put the students in their place.
Kalim
- Kalim sees a kindred spirit in you, someone who’s warm. sweet, who loves to tell jokes, and to talk about your home. He’ll spend hours with you, trading stories about his home, the many festivals, traditions, clothes, food, and listening to you talk about your own. He can sense the homesickness in your voice as you talk, and understands you deeply.
- Kalim tries as best he can to replicate many of the foods and clothes you tell him about, attempting to get Jamil to cook whichever foods you rave about to him. He loves seeing you happy, and wants to do whatever he can to keep that warm, cheery smile on your face forever.
- Kalim knew what it was like to be insulted behind his back, or even when those speaking thought he was out of earshot. Being from the upper echelons of society, it wasn’t uncommon for jealousy and backhanded kindness to make its way before him. He never let it affect him, a simple shrug of his shoulders and a repasting of his casual, cheery smile, and it was nothing for anybody to worry about. That was, until you were around when it happened.
- The second their words rang out, hushed whispers that weren’t quite so hushed, your head snapped back, the suddenness scaring him. He watched you walk over, your sweet, warm demeanor gone in an instant, and bring those students to their knees with just your words. It sent a shiver down his spine, your anger, but the fact that that anger was directed on his behalf, it made him forget the words they spoke in the first place. He smiled, laughing as he led you away from their cowering forms, eyes sparkling with a newfound respect and affection for you.
Vil
- Vil has met many different kinds of people during his time in the entertainment industry, and those of them with selfish intentions far outweighed those that didn’t. He was used to others’ attempts to use him, for either fame, or money, or whatever else they sought.
- Perhaps that was why your genuine kindness came as a bit of a shock to him. It wasn’t that he saw the worst in people, it was just that expecting the worst, especially at the height of your fame, makes it easier to quell disappointment when they turn out to be as you expect. But you weren’t like that at all. You carried a warmth, like the sun itself shone down on him, a goddess of beauty gazing down from within the rays. Your smile was a beacon in the dark, a lighthouse to guide him through the muddy waters.
- You ended up in conversations with him quite often, your enthusiasm for learning more about him, combined with your own yearning to share stories of your homeland, the culture, clothes, food, and everything in between with him, made for hours and hours of time spent together. He became enthralled with learning about the fashion and beauty tips of your homeland, sharing his own with you in return, growing closer to you with every passing day.
- Envy, jealousy, hatred, all emotions that come with being a star. Fame is a double-edged sword, for the brighter the spotlight that shines at you, the darker and longer the shadow it casts behind you. And in those shadows many lie in wait, their sharp maws snapping at the thought of any single misstep you could take. Even when you step perfectly, nimbly balanced upon your tightrope, they still snide and sneer, words that could cut deep if you’re not careful. Vil understood this, and had over the years, slowly grown to feel numb to the cruel words of others.
- But you were new to this, and determined to defend him. When you noticed others laughing at him behind his back, your first move was to turn to anger, making them cower. Vil sighed as he noticed you, not as shocked by your sudden change in demeanor, but more outwardly disappointed in your uncouth behaviour as he pulled you away. Even so, a smile tugs at his lips and his heart flutters at the defence, knowing there are still those who care enough to stand up for others.
Idia
- Idia’s used to the dark, blue-light filled confines of his room. He stays holed up in there, keeping away from polite society, from the horrors of social contact and friendships. So the last thing a man like that expected was for a giant ball of sunshine to make its way into his space.
- You’re too bright, too warm, for his cold dark life. He winces when you smile, squinting his eyes as if he’s gazed directly into the molten fires of the sun, blazing so close it could burn him alive. Your laugh is musical, like the idol bands he listens to, but so close he could reach out and touch you. He does, one finger lightly tapping your arm, just to see if the beautiful, summery sunshine gazing at him is real or if he’s finally gone insane.
- Your enthusiasm is far too extroverted for him, joking about and telling him stories about your homeland. He sits and listens, enthralled by your voice, by the fact that someone like you would even give someone like him the time of day. Slowly, as his initial skepticism of your intentions dies away, he starts telling you more about his life, about the games he plays, the animes he enjoys, and is pleasantly surprised when you nod and ask questions, genuinely interested in what he loves.
- Idia’s not a confrontational person. He knows, fears what others say about him behind his back, and tries to stay as far as he can from others on the rare occasion he’s forced to be out in public. When he does overhear a snide comment, or mocking laugh directed towards him, it makes him shrivel up, curling further into himself in the hopes he’ll disappear out of sight, a shameful sadness curdling in his stomach.
- One, rare occasion he’s out with you, it happens again. He feels embarrassed, not just because of the mockery but because you’re there to witness it, scared you’ll finally see him as the loser he is. But instead, you get up, make your way to the perpetrators and give them a piece of your mind. He sits there, shocked, scared slightly by your temperamental rage, but warm inside. You’re defending him? Him of all people? It makes him giddy, edges of his fiery hair tinted pink as he watches you, dazed, as you make the people who insulted him cower. Later on he’ll feel further embarrassed by the whole situation, but still, a soft smile will break through, your actions making him feel truly seen and cared for for the first time in a long time.
Malleus
- Malleus has met many different people during his time at NRC, many different personalities, ideals, and intentions. The one thing in common throughout these many people, is their fear and wariness of him. They see fae, and him, as those to be feared, as if he would be so cruel as to simply strike them down at his whim. He’s aware he’s far more powerful than any of them, but those in power do not simply toy with others, they use their power for good. And yet, they do not see that in him.
- You were different from them. You didn’t fear him in the slightest, even awarding him a nickname with that sweet, warm smile of yours. His curiosity overtakes him, wanting to know more about your strangely genuine heart, unfazed by his grand power or title.
- He’d wander with you for hours as you talked, telling him about the many festivals and traditions of your homeland, inquiring with a tilt of your head about fae customs, and how different they are. When asked why you held no fear for him, you’d smile, joking about how he’s such a sweetheart, and how nobody in their right mind would fear such a gentle soul.
- Malleus had no experience with being mocked, or insulted. People tended to treat him with the utmost respect, whether out of fear for their safety, or a genuine reverence of his power, it was unknown. But a true, outright portrayal of hatred, he had not experienced. And yet, they say there is a first time for everything. He was taking another walk with you, arms linked, wandering through the courtyard of NRC. A group of students, though he did not recognize them, seemed to laugh mockingly and sneer at him. Before Malleus could even react, you stood before them, your anger loud and direct, as they cowered and apologized.
- He was truly impressed at your fierceness, initially seeing you as helpless, or naive due to your kindness, but it seemed you were quite well-vested in protecting yourself and others. He was flattered, feeling a warm smile cross his features, by your defence of him. It wasn’t something he’d expected, you, a powerless human, to defend him, someone so powerful, but the fact that you’d stood up for him just came to show how truly kind and warm you were inside.
this might just be me and my need to humble tf out of leona kingscholar but I genuinely think that man is so attracted to hyperfeminine, pretty pink princess girls who can and will kick his ass. verbally, sexually, whatever. he wants his girl to look like a lil dainty flower but have the personality of a fucking venus flytrap. she gives him a look and he immediately drops to his knees and goes, 'yes, ma.' with his tail wagging hard asf.
There’s fanfiction…. And then there’s FANFICTION. The kind of shit you happen upon at like 3am or some other ungodly time because you were trying to find a fix for ur fixation at the time and you are just SUCKED IN and every sentence feels like a line of cocaine and it has quotes and imagery that permeate your brain and it’s the shit that sticks around in your consciousness forever and it never goes away and it’s always going to be one of Those Fics.
