#and i do have opinions. like certainly IF there were heaven and hell there SHOULD be purgatory!

[britneyshakespeare]

Me over dinner with my friends at Chili's: What do you guys think of the concept of purgatory?

[inamindfarfaraway]

AITA for paying my employee minimum wage?

I can’t believe I’m doing this, but I suppose unusual events may call for unusual responses. I (male in my 70s) am a wealthy businessman, landlord and moneylender, making most of my income from rent and debts. My clerk (male in his 30s) is my only employee. He has a family with a few kids, not sure how many. I pay him a perfectly respectable minimum wage for his position and I even gave all of tomorrow off with pay for Christmas, despite my opinion that a frivolous holiday is not that good a reason to skip work. He’s worked for me for many years and never once complained about his pay or conditions. He might not particularly enjoy his job either, but he doesn’t have to. It’s work, not play. Hell, I don’t particularly enjoy my job.

However, this evening… I heard another point of view. You’d never believe me if I told you everything and it feels like a dream - I’d certainly like it to be a dream, but I don’t see how I could have thought of it - but let’s just say that I was visited by an old friend. He’d been my business partner (male in his late 60s). Seven years ago he… left and I never expected to see him again. He came back though, apparently just to tell me off. He’s not doing well. He’s been travelling among all sorts of people and deeply disturbed by what he’s seen. The plight of ‘mankind’ and all that. He made a big deal about how I should be nicer to people and more generous and such, as if it were a matter of life and death. Last I knew we were on the same page about everything, but just now he looked at me like I was a criminal. Or an asshole, as it were. I don’t understand it.

I want to stress that nothing I’m doing is illegal. None of my business, none of how I treat my clerk. Well, I imagine that technically, if you were being harsh, you could argue that occasionally my conduct toward him falls under ‘harassment’, but I think that’s a stretch. When I’m strict, it’s out of valid concern for productivity. I am truly dedicated to my work; all I ask is that my clerk be the same. If he needs more money so badly, he should have the guts to ask for it and explain himself (I’d still have to consider my answer, but at least I’d know that he felt that way) or just find a different job or perhaps, heaven forbid, be a bit more financially responsible. If he has to scrape together Christmas festivities, maybe he shouldn’t bother celebrating it at all, for example. Why spend his money on that instead of food or clothes? Or keeping or investing it? I’ve saved as much as possible and I’m all the better off for it. I think it’s far more likely that he simply wants more than he deserves - if he does want a raise, which he hasn’t said! He agreed to this pay. We made an arrangement, and based on the stable routine of all these years, it benefits both of us. I don’t know why my friend thinks there’s a problem.

But he does. He was… he was seriously unhappy with me. I’ve never known him to be so sentimental, and he wouldn’t get that emotional for absolutely no reason, so here I am. Am I ‘the asshole’ for paying my employee a completely legal and normal minimum wage?

Update:

I think I probably am the asshole here. I’ve read your feedback, done a lot of reflection, taken quite the walk down memory lane, and among other things I remembered my old boss and how he treated me. He dominated so much of my life, he could have done the bare minimum or made me miserable, but he was nice. He just chose to be kind. Like he asked “Why not?” when I always tend to ask “Why?”. And he payed me better than I pay my employee, especially relative to his income. I can definitely afford to give my clerk a raise, and treat him with more respect while I’m at it. Authority is a powerful thing. I’ve… I’ve been taking advantage of it. I’ve been taking my clerk for granted. But he’s a good worker and he deserves to be rewarded. I’ll raise his pay when he comes back in on Boxing Day.

Thank you for your advice. I don’t appreciate the insults - I am not a parasite, I have pulled myself up with my own honest work, and there’s nothing wrong with getting ahead when it’s eat or be eaten. We all do what we have to do. But I should also do more. So in hindsight, much of your criticism was accurate and warranted. Good for you. I know it’s a bad time and you must all busy and/or tired. I wasn’t planning to stay up this late. I will now hopefully get some sleep.

Should I say goodbye? I don’t know what I’m doing, I’ve never done this before. What the hell, why not? Goodnight.

Update:

So. Some more stuff happened and I ended up going for a… a walk, an extremely normal walk, and meeting my clerk’s family. Or at least seeing them. It’s hard to explain. What time is on your computer clocks, by the way? I think mine is broken. Anyway, my clerk is like, Poor. Poor poor. And I’m a huge asshole. I knew theoretically that the minimum wage and the living wage are not the same, but I never really thought about the effects of that, I didn’t want to think about it, but I am now! I’m beyond an asshole, I’m a piece of shit!

This family, they’re struggling so much and they have so many other problems and I’ve kept them living on a pitiful salary. One of their children is sick. I don’t know exactly what it is, but it’s bad and it’s getting worse. There is a treatment that could help him, but it’s expensive and they can’t afford it, his parents know they can’t afford it, and if he doesn’t get it… I don’t know how long this kid has left. He’s the sweetest little boy and he might not even grow up. These parents love their kids with everything they have, but they can’t fix this. But! But I’m right here! I’ve been right here with all this money all this time, and I never bothered to ask about his family or care or help. It would have been so easy. I wish I’d realised all of this years earlier. I’m such a piece of shit. But I still have time and a plenty of money. I’m going to help. I’ll do everything I can. I promise.

Also, I am sorry for my replies to some of your comments on my original post. I was spiteful and insensitive. I’ve been… very angry for a very long time, more at the world in general than anything else, and in the habit of taking it out on whoever I could. I need to stop that. I’ll add it to the list. Consider those replies redacted. Once again, thank you for your feedback and goodnight. Merry Christmas. I hope you get enough sleep if you’re awake in my time zone at this hour.

update

do you ever think about how we’re all going to die? we could all die at any moment. we never know when we never know how much time we get and that’s why life is sososo precious and you have to use it wisely. but i have not! done that! i’m old i could die any day now. i could die today and what would i have to show? for my entire great big life? loads of money i’m never gonna use? i always thought that how much of something you had was about how you spent it. money and time. what you get is what you give or deserve. but it’s not! it’s mostly just luck and other people. most rich people are just born rich already. then it’s easy to get richer from there. i wasn’t born rich not really but i had a lot of help, a good school, a good boss, my friend, and now that i am rich i do less work for more money. it’s not fair. i’ve fucked up so much for so long and yet i have so much money and i’ve had so much time and i’ve wasted both of them. i don’t need all that money in the first place but that’s what i’ve spent my whole life on, why? what’s the point?

and then on the other hand you have the fact that. children are dying right now. whenever you’re reading this. loads and load of them all over when they don’t have to. fucking kids. and innocent people good people amazing people who are happy who make people happy who use their time infinitely better than i have don’t earn any reward. they don’t get any justice. most people have less than they need and meanwhile so many bastards have so much more. why? what’s the point of it?

why is it like this? why is the world like this? like we waste so much food and water and money so why don’t we just give it to poor people if we’re not going to use it? why do you have to pay for it if there’s so much why can’t? and like rent why do people have to pay rent? why can’t you just live somewhere? or medicine why do you have to pay for that? it’s. it’s life! why do we have to pay for LIFE when you don’t choose to be born? it’s not right.

and i know that there are laws and politics deciding those big things. but we can still make it better right? we can make a difference can’t we? even though there are so many massive problems like poverty and war and hunger and so many people who aren’t helping when they could. it still matters right? being good. even though you’re just one person. right?

why do kids have to die when they don’t have to die

it’s not fair. it’s not fair

i’m sorry. i shouldn’t even be posting this. it’s just venting and rambling and it probably doesn’t make any sense. i swear to god i’m not drunk or high i’m just having a really weird night. it’s like i’ve shut out a million things over decades and tonight they’re all flooding in at once.

i just. i feel like i’m dying and i need to get these thoughts out of my head. i need to know that they’re real and i’m real and i’m alive. i need to know that it matters.

i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.

UPDATE!

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!!! I am not dead and I don’t think I’m crazy, I honestly feel the best I have in ages, and I will not elaborate on last night because that’ll only raise more questions but I will say this! I paid for my clerk’s Christmas dinner and I’m gonna give him a gigantic raise! I also donated a fuckton to charity! Thank you all so much I love you!!!!!

Update:

Happy Boxing Day, everyone. After that rollercoaster, I thought I ought to formally conlude this strange saga. My clerk came back to work this morning and I gave him his raise and a profound apology, as well as paid leave until a couple of days after New Year’s. To call him surprised would be an understatement. It was very fun. I totally understand if he chooses to get a new job now, but I hope we keep in touch. He’s a wonderful person. And I’d like to know if his son will be okay.

Although I haven’t got far yet (I’ve been catching up with family, I was the asshole there too, but no need to dump that baggage on you now that it’s being resolved), I am planning to make some major reforms to my business strategies. I’ve lowered rent on my properties to something affordable, for a start. I’m also researching charities and community projects. I have a great deal of moral debt to redeem. You can make a difference and I’m gonna prove it.

Many thanks for your support and concern, and rest assured that I’m in about as good health as I can be at this age, with the caveat of a mild hangover after a Christmas party. Turns out I like parties. I am processing that… ah, crisis, and I have people who care about me and a strong resolve to ground me. I will look into therapy.

I wish you all the best. I meant it, so I’ll repeat it: I love you. And my old friend, if you’re reading this wherever you are now, thank you for that intervention. It was worth it. I hope you’re doing better and we can talk again someday.

[coraniaid]

The dynamics of Season 7 (and Buffy's worldbuilding more generally) would make so much more sense if

a new Slayer was called when Buffy died in The Gift (she just didn't show up in Sunnydale during Season 6 because ... well, why would she? Before Buffy, it's not like any other Slayer we know of did and there's no big apocaplytic event happening in Sunnydale until the very end of the season she would have had to investigate; this would also explain why the Watcher's Council don't come back that season)

that new Slayer was Kennedy (I like Kennedy fine, and I think the fandom's constant ranking of her as one of the show's worst characters is pretty suspect, but she would make so much more sense in her role as an oppositional voice to Buffy's -- and later Faith's -- leadership of the group if she was actually a novice Slayer and not just a random teenage girl with a dead Watcher and some opinions and no actual superpowers)

I mean, I know that fandom has this whole thing about Faith (and Kendra before her) being "the active Slayer" (a term I don't believe is ever uttered on the show), but ... Other than Joss Whedon (allegedly) saying this is an interview (I've never seen the interview in question, but I'm willing to grant it exists, I guess), what is there in the show to suggest this is true? Only the fact that no new Slayer shows up in Season 7, right?

The thing is, you don't need to have had Kendra or Faith be "the active Slayer" all along to explain away the lack of a new Slayer after The Gift. The show might not ever talk about "active Slayers", but it does repeatedly talk about how Buffy's death that episode was different from the norm and why the usual rules don't apply as a result. The very reasons Willow gives as excuses for resurrecting Buffy in Bargaining -- "this isn't like anything we've dealt with before ... Buffy didn't die a natural death, she was killed by mystical energy ... we don't know where [her soul] really is ... she could be trapped" -- can very easily become excuse for why this particular death wouldn't have triggered a new Slayer. Presumably no Slayer who died before did so by jumping into a hell god's interdimensional portal. Having the Slayer's essence "trapped" in some other dimension (whether heaven or hell or somewhere else) seems like it could easily interfere with the usual rules of Slayer succession. Ignorning everything outside the show, we don't actually know that a new Slayer wouldn't have been called if Buffy had died a more ordinary death; the question simply never comes up.

(If it was Whedon's idea that Faith was the "active Slayer" all along, I don't believe it was something he decided on until Season 6 at the earliest: you can find online Buffy discussions from around that time where the writers are apparently still being coy about the possibility of a new Slayer that season. For that matter, apparently the writers were still suggesting in the gap between Seasons 2 and 3 that maybe there'd be no Slayer called to replace Kendra.)

I mean, the thing is: it's Buffy's show. A reading where Buffy is arguably not the real Slayer for most of the show's run just doesn't feel right to me.

In-universe, to the extent it comes up at all between Season 2 and Season 6, people seem to think Buffy's death would lead to another Slayer being called (the Mayor certainly thinks it's a possibility in Season 3's Enemies, for example). Buffy is very frequently referred to as "the" Slayer, not "a" Slayer, including by people who should know these things. And why do the Watcher's Council consistently seem to care so much more about Buffy than Faith? (They don't even send a new Watcher for Faith until Buffy's own Watcher is fired and Buffy also 'needs' a new Watcher; isn't this a bit weird if Faith was 'the' Slayer all this time?)

People like to read Beljoxa's Eye in Season 7's Showtime as claiming the First's plan to kill off all the Slayers is possible because Willow bringing Buffy back disrupted "the Slayer line" by making Buffy "the active Slayer" again. (In Season 7, Buffy is apparently back to believing a new Slayer will be called if she dies, even though that obviously didn't happen last time.) But neither the Eye nor anyone else ever says this explicitly. The nearest we get is Anya and Giles deciding that the problem was Buffy's resurrection: there's no further discussion of who was and who now is the "active" Slayer.

But you can fix all this worldbuilding snarl and explain Kennedy's prominence in Season 7 relative to the other Potentials (over the course of the season Kennedy gets almost as much dialogue as all the rest of them combined) so easily if you just make Kennedy a third Slayer, right from the start. You honestly wouldn't even need to rewrite the scripts for Season 7 much to adapt to this new bit of lore.

(But you should rewrite them anyway, because they are often very bad.)

[stardust-arcade]

Jack. They've gone though magic hell. Certainly they get a explanation?

Yah! What do you mean only if you want to?

Well what I mean is that magic is complicated. Black Star doesn't even know the secrets behind everything. Knowledge of magic is sometimes too much for some. It does not improve or make your life simpler. You've lived plenty of your lives without it and you still can. There are only certain scenarios like Eclipse here where you can't do that.

So what you're saying is that it's up to our personal opinion?

Essentially yes. The only thing I will state is that if you want to know about magic. You have to train with me. Never again am I going to explain the basics to someone and leave them be.

So it's either train with you, or simply live with the knowledge that magic exists for the rest of our lives?

Yes.

Well I don't care if I'm going to be training with you. I'm learning magic.

Brother are you certain? I know you probably have concerns. But eclipse is going to be taught, and we can always call Jack if there are issues.

I know that. I'm still learning. All of you have your hobbies and interests. All I have is the daycare. May as well have my own hobby.

Well. That's spoken. -Wha!- anyone else have a particular interest?

I want to say yes, but something keeps saying no.

I can guess what is telling you no. And I assure you. Nothing will happen if you were to learn.

What's that mean?

Some people are just unable to learn magic past the knowledge of it. You are one of those people.

How do you even know that? I mean you're letting him in.

Grr

I can see things that others don't. And trust me. I know who is right and wrong.

*Mumble*

Anyone else?

I am going to leave the magic for you. Just know that I'm probably going to have quite a bit of conversations.

As long as they don't tell you how it works. I believe knowledge of it is fine. Is that all the worries?

Should we get rid of the machine?

Oh no, come on!

The machine should be fine. As long as Eclipse isn't using magic around it. It will act normal. Might be best to not use it when eclipses close until they can control it though.

Oh thank heavens, this is one of my favorites.

Well I'm glad for you. Eclipse, Sun. You can either join Blackstar in the morning, or come in the afternoon. We can figure out a better schedule tomorrow.

I'll probably come in the afternoon. Most of the kids are picked up, and moon is available to cover me.

Great. That means I can bring Eclipse, and not deal with any of your stuff.

Please no fighting. It's already been stressful.

Agreed. Some rest would probably be best for everybody. Although I need a ride back home.

I can probably take you back. I believe you're establishment is somewhere west right? I'll be heading that way. Have to pick up something.

Thank you. Oh! Black Star.

Yah?

Other than bringing over eclipse. Take a day off.

Oh. Ok?

Anyways. Let's be off. Boy do I have a story to tell.

[heroofsaxophone]

Blerb

I think the largest annoying thing about how I’m feeling right now is that, regardless if the person I ranted to told on me, I’m being treated poorly for reasons I felt were certainly valid things to complain about. I’m utterly frustrated at the fact that I’m paired with someone I learned to fundamentally not like. It’s also scary how someone can build such a fantastic facade of being overly positive. People will crucify me if I speak negatively on someone, but I’ve had to listen to nothing but gossip and negative things about so many people unironically. For some reason when I do it, it’s a crime to which people have treated me completely different. I honestly thought being with other musicians would be a positive thing. So far it has persisted my lack of faith in people if I’m being honest. It’s not to say I haven’t met some fantastic people however. On the other hand, the people I’ve met thanks to my life partner are probably some of the best people I know. I look at people in charge and their character, and of course someone like me has an opinion. I’ve done my best to refrain myself from speaking my mind like I used to, and sure enough the moment I speak it I’m punished in some capacity. Blogging like this takes me back to those Days of ‘08 when I simply didn’t know any better. Now that I do, it’s like I circled back to square one. At least in that time it was petty high school drama. I feel like this is a lesson I have to learn, but heaven forbid if I ever speak negatively on someone regardless if its a valid complaint. Maybe I really do trust the wrong people and should be much more careful? But it’s hard to know considering I really believed I could trust someone. On the contrary, I do realize that I must maintain a positive attitude and look at things a certain way to succeed. The way my last two helpers have shown me things made me realize that there is no room for me to do what they do. I can’t continue to complain about things without changing it with results. I can admit that I could set boundaries and be a better influence myself rather than standing idly and letting something transpire on its own. Something as simple as having to listen to my colleague(s) bitch about someone they don’t like can be steered a new direction if I’m the one to do it. I really do get tired of hearing people speak poorly of others, which is ironic because all I typically see are the negatives in people once they reach that point. Hell, maybe I’m the one who’s responsible for that? I’ve wondered if there’s a vibe I set off in any setting that allows people to feel those thoughts. I really don’t know, and I certainly hope not. Especially at my age.  I want to be a musical influence, but I fear enough time had passed in the 2010′s that I may have just lost my musical charm.

[helldustedstories]

People so rarely asked his opinion about anything, asked him to help with whatever they were planning, that he finds himself getting excited about Charlie's proposed project. It didn't matter that it was in the early stages or would require hard work; that was even better, in his mind, because then he might be able to be useful, instead of coming in at the end and trying to propose things that had already been thought of.

The suggestion of protecting pockets of Hell seems much more manageable as a first step than attempting a protection ward for the entirety of the realm, and he's thinking quickly, going through the ingredients he'd need to fulfill such a goal. He might need help, but teaching Octavia how to cast protective magic was something that he needed to do anyway, and between the two of them, they could probably manage it.

"It certainly couldn't hurt," he says with a smile. "However, if you do have certain areas you'd like to set up as shelters, in case another attack comes, that is an entirely different matter, and one I should be able to assist with immediately. Placing protection around specific buildings is something I've done quite a few times and wouldn't require any additional research." Which was good news, and meant he could offer tangible proof that he was willing to help, that he could help.

He takes another moment to think when Charlie mentions keeping tabs on Heaven. Could that be something else he might actually be able to offer? It wouldn't be constant surveillance, of course, but he was perfectly capable of scrying, given a specific request of a person or place to look into.

Stolas listens to the rest of Charlie's words, not wanting to interrupt, nodding as she continued. Prioritization was definitely something that was difficult to figure out until a specific problem couldn't be put off any longer. With the issues she was facing, it sounded like they carried equal weight; he could see how that would be a problem.

Charlie's idea of reaching out to the rest of Hell, to seeing who might be interested or able to help outside of Pentagram City is certainly an interesting one, at the very least. Stolas thinks that it makes sense, but whether or not she can convince others to work with her remains to be seen.

"Well, there are several things that I may be able to assist with more tangibly, beyond additional research," he offers. "I may not be able to offer constant surveillance, but I can certainly scry on Heaven, if you give me enough information about where or who you'd like to look into. And as for the rest of Hell, I could certainly look into making introductions for you, if you'd like." He pauses for a moment, then adds, "Though I fear there are some that may not respect my name as much these days, I do still have some pull." Ozzie would likely be willing to at least listen, and if he got on board or was at least willing to talk to some of the other Sins, that might be able to really get the ball rolling.

There are plenty of voices in the back of Charlie's mind that want her to doubt herself - Adam's, growing increasingly more violent the more she pushed. Lute's, stringent and cruel. Sera's, remorseful but resolute. Angel's, once, terrified and angry. Carmilla's, wise and close guarded. - Lucifer's, kind but dismissive. Lilith's, gone. And once, Charlie's would have been there, too.

But that would be entirely discounting everyone who has brought her to this point - Rosie, Alastor, Vaggie, her family here. Even her father, miraculously and shockingly as it is. And hers. Charlie may still feel a little out of her depth with the denizens outside of Pentagram City, but she has just begun to learn what she's capable of, and she refuses to let that confidence shrink ever again.

So as she waits for Stolas' reply, Charlie waits with optimism. After all, he had insisted on any formalities - that was a good sign, right ? That he didn't feel compelled to put the kind of distance between that leads to rejection, right ?

When he summons his book - from looks alone, it reminds her of the Malleus Maleficarum that used to reside on her mother's shelf - and her curiosity is confirmed when she sees a few arcane runes on the pages he flips through. - And, no, she's not trying to be nosy, of course, because that would be rude ! And overstepping boundaries ! But something twists a little in her chest when she notes the ease with which Stolas commands his magic - a mix of awe and embarrassment and even a little longing as she remembers that same ease in her parents' practice. - The absence of her own skill.

Then Stolas looks back up at her and Charlie snaps to attention, finding her smile and tuning back into the situation at hand. ❝ - Do you really think that could work ? That would be ... ❞ She thinks of the barrier Alastor had erected for them - honestly, the only way it had managed to fall had been when Alastor had, a thought that sends a chill down her spine no matter the outcome.

Her enthusiasm flickers higher. ❝ We did use a shield in the last attack - I'm so sorry I don't know the details of the spell, but I can absolutely get that information for you if it would help ! If we can extend even pockets of protection to the rest of Pride - or even the other rings, it's something Heaven probably wouldn't be expecting. ❞

For the rest of it, Charlie has never heard of, what had he called it, solar power ? The living world is fascinating, a strange and distant thing Charlie has never touched before. She leans forward, nodding with the vigor of a particularly attentive student before turning a page on her easel to one filled with brainstorming notes - and, of course, some doodles from the staff at the edges. ( whoever drew fat nuggets is talented ! )

She quickly jots down resource management on a less marked side, making notes for food, water, power, climate - and then doodles a little moon swirling in magic with a question mark next to it and the word possibly !

❝ That would be wonderful ! And please, don't worry about the specifics just yet - I wouldn't dream of not giving you any time you're willing to give for research, and besides, I'm still drafting. You know what they say - first is worst, eight's okay! Honestly - ❞ She trails off for a moment, glancing at her ... somewhat chaotic plan pensively. ❝ I think the only problem I'm truly facing is prioritization. I'm hoping that we can keep tabs enough on Heaven to have a timeline for any ... activity ... ❞ Retaliation, Charlie thinks bitterly but absolutely does not say.

❝ But it's hard to say that defense is any more or less important than resource management and repair of Hell's infrastructure to focus on first. I'm hoping - ❞ she takes a breath, knowing she's wading into touchier waters, possibly overstepping her boundaries and throwing herself into parts of Hell that aren't her business. ❝ - I'm hoping, if I can find those willing to help, to delegate those repairs to those who oversee all the parts of Hell outside of Pentagram city. It would make more sense - who would know best what people need than the people who live there ? If they'd work with me - that's something I'd really love to help with. ❞

[tainbocuailnge]

So a friend of mine who I talk with about FGO says Ashiya Douman is one of the most irredeemable assholes in all of FGO b/c his acts of evil were way more personal than most antagonists and he was ALWAYS like this (it isn't just servant BS), the entire reason the Heian-Kyo story exists is b/c Chaldea is going after him so even Ritsuka should hate him. I just want to know how much of a monster he truly is or if my friend is just SUPER fixating on the bad parts (it helps to get other opinions).

obligatory disclaimer that i read heian kyo in the form of fallacies' fantranslations and I'm still in atlantis on NA

at the end of heian kyo we get a scene of the living ashiya douman trying to kill himself because he knows all the crimes caster of limbo committed were rooted in feelings that he indeed harbours and it horrifies him. he's horrified that all it took to break him was hearing "at this rate you'll never surpass seimei even once" in his own voice. he's horrified that he's capable of doing the things caster of limbo did and his sense of morality says he should kill himself for knowing the conditions under which he will break. it's seimei who talks him out of it, even though seimei knows douman in panhuman history was nearing his breaking point at this time and would soon indeed start committing numerous great evils.

is ashiya douman an irredeemable person? caster of limbo, who is ashiya douman's inferiority complex over forever being seimei's ridiculed rival combined with two gods who are both ill-defined but likewise designated as targets for hatred, wants you to believe this, because the purpose given to him by the alien god is to be an insufferable irredeemable clown bastard. ashiya douman also believes this, because the feelings at the root of caster of limbo are real. is it true though?

although the historical abe no seimei is widely known and beloved, and ashiya douman is consequently almost as much of a household name, not much is known about douman at all beyond the few stories where he gets clowned on to make seimei look better. is douman a villain just because we mostly know him from stories where the hero defeats him? caster of limbo was unable to become a beast of humanity because he lacked the love for humanity necessary to become a stepping stone for humanity's growth. he also failed to become a plague upon humanity because ashiya douman does not hate humanity and does not want to destroy it. ultimately, all he ever wanted was simply to surpass his friend and rival seimei even just once.

limbo is the afterlife for people not evil enough for hell and not good enough for heaven. when he tries to do good he fails to become a hero. when he tries being evil he fails to become the final boss. there is much evil in ashiya douman, certainly, and you need far more than two hands to count his crimes. there is much evil in many people, and there are many circumstances in which it will reveal itself. he's good at psychologically torturing people because he's intimately familiar with how insecurities can ruin a person and his job as alter ego was to bring out the worst in people. his acts of evil are way more personal than most others because he has no greater goal he wants to achieve, he has no other purpose than to be an insufferable irredeemable clown until he's backed into a corner and realizes that he does have something he wants to achieve, namely proving that he can achieve anything at all.

if you ask me, ashiya douman's character is meant to make you ask how useful "redeemability" even is in assessing a person's worth. when playing house with nursery rhyme he requests the role of mother in law because the nature of his legend is to be the hated person that makes everyone else look better by comparison, regardless of anything he actually did. he's obsessed with people who lost something important to them that they want to get back at all cost, and he gets his claws in them by offering them a way to get revenge, to show those who wronged them what they can really do. he wants to help just as much as he wants to hurt, and in many of the cases in the game those two end up being the same thing and mostly causing a lot of problems for everyone and especially chaldea, but that doesn't exclude that there are circumstances in which he would have helped more than hurt. if things were different maybe he wouldn't have ended up like this, and who's to say things can't still be different?

is ashiya douman irredeemable? this is not the right question to ask in this game. nobody in fate is ever truly irredeemable as long as they're willing to learn and grow, and alter ego ashiya douman shows up in chaldea so that he might learn to understand love.

[ibasae]

Sprout*Waning Hermitage - Wednesday 2

Shu: ...(chewing)

(Aaah, rich fragrance fills my nostrils the second I bite into it! This bakery's croissant is an unmatched perfection, after all...!)

(Having some croissants from this place is almost the first thing I do whenever I come back to Japan!)

(I wonder what made the difference? The flour...salt...? Or is it the water...)

(If it's possible, I'd like to figure out the recipe so I can bring it to France with me. That way, I'd get to taste this every day.)

(The bread overseas just can't compare, I can't stand it... Although, some of it is tolerable.)

(But in the end, Japanese-made bread suits Japanese people's tastes the most. Even if you disregard that, the bread from this bakery is a top tier delicacy.)

(Huu--- perfect croissants and a cup of delicious coffee. This is what a breakfast in heaven looks like, my day is ought to be filled with happiness after this.)

Mika: ...[1]

Shu: Ack! K-Kagehira?! Don't just stand at the door without saying anything! You could seriously give someone a heart attack.

Mika: ...

Shu: ...Kagehira? Are you still not awake? Pull yourself together. Since when were you this sleepy in the mornings? It's not like you're Rei.

Shu: Did you stay up all night seeking entertainment?

Mika: ...

Shu: Kagehira...? Can you hear me? Are you quite alright?

Mika: ! Uwah?!

Shu: Uwaaaah?! W-what the hell?! Why are you so loud all of a sudden?!

Mika: Eh?! Oshi-san, What's wrong? When did ya get there?

Shu: I'm the one that should be asking that! Is there something unusual about me having breakfast in the kitchen?

Mika: Um...Kitchen? Uwah, yer right! This is the kitchen! Why am I in the kitchen?!

Shu: ....

Mika: Oshi-san....? Why are ya makin' that scary face?

Shu: Kagehira! Have youlost your mind from sleeping so much? You are way too relaxed. Do you not remember that we are in the middle of a new song's touch-up?

Mika: Eh~? But I really weren't slackin' off! I found myself here unconsciously....

Shu: That's why I said you slept too much.

Mika: Ngah~ I might've gone silly from sleeping then. Even though I don't think that's the case...

Shu: Non! Seriously...Have some self respect, you are a member of Valkyrie! You have to straighten up your attitude in your daily life.

I will be especially hard on you in today's practice, mentally prepare yourself. Perhaps that will straighten up your mind.

Well, time is precious. Let's head to the ES building and begin today's practice session.

Mika: ♪~ ♪~

Shu: ...!

Mika: 'M done.

Shu: W-well that's... fantastic! Kagehira! You managed to achieve this amount of progress in one day...!

Shu: You are exactly like a marionette. You are even better at it than you were in past Valkyrie! Spectacular job, Kagehira!

Hm, but now the stage isn't good enough for your dancing... Then I'll cooperate with Kagehira and change up the decorations...

Hm, yeah. I'll have to use the plan that I thought was too difficult to execute....

Mika: ...

Shu: Huh? Oh, yeah. My apologies. I was lost in my own world for a second.

"Acanthe" is the catalyst of Kagehira's thoughts, as well. So I should ask your opinions on things.

To match your acting, I'd like to include this change in the stage decorations. How do you feel?

Mika: ...Sure.

Shu: Then, you can rest assured I'll be taking good care of the stage decorations. I'll match it to your current acting level, and we'll have the most perfect of performances.

Mika: ...

Shu: ? Kagehira?

You aren't nearly as energized as you usually are... are you perhaps tired?

Hm, to achieve this level of perfection, you must have worked hard outside of practice.

Let's end practice early then. That suits me too, I can properly study how we can change up the current decorations.

Go to your room and rest well, Kagehira.

Mika: ...

Shu: ? Left without saying a word... That's certainly strange. I've never seen Kagehira so quiet.

Aack. I'll go check on him after I wrap up this bit. I'll go back to my room to finish up the performance design and the stage decorations. Ah, right. I forgot the outfits...

Maybe I'll head to the ES clothing gallery for that, I always think clearer there.

Mika moves with an almost robotic animation in his live2D for the duration of this dialouge, he only snaps out of it when Shu shakes him

[bbhyeoliskooks]

❝𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲.❞ — INTRODUCTION.

A story in which Yeonjun is your troublemaker guardian angel.

Introduction. | One.

Pairing: GuardianAngel!Choi Yeonjun x Reader (Female)

Genre: 3 cups of fluff <3 served with 9000+ words, slow-burn, guardian angel au, fake bf!au, angst in later chapters

Warnings: Swearing, a little sexual harassment(?)

Playlist: Akin Ka Na Lang, Je Te Veux, Love Is You, Sweet, The One That Got Away

If one word was used to describe Yeonjun, it sure as hell would not be angel. In fact being called the word such as 'angel' when talking to an actual, real one would be a compliment but in this case, the situation was far from simple. With that adorable little innocent face, it would be difficult to believe that he was the one up in heaven causing disaster instead of creating miracles down below just by his presence. Expected tasks like these ‘miracles’ per se were something every angel should do, whether it be protecting or guiding any soul on Earth by their presence, but if Yeonjun had to be honest- he absolutely loathed the thought of being someone’s guardian angel, chained to a soul their entire life. They didn’t even die in the end, so what was the point? If his wings got far enough, he’d leave the moment he was asked to be one- which was inevitable. It was obvious that his thought process was incredibly unique from the other angels, begging for a chance to own freedom, and even he himself shamelessly acknowledged this.

Speaking of which, the disaster wasn’t even that bad once word got around. That bad in the sense that he admitted he indeed laughed at a kid who tripped at a random Walmart, but that kid had it coming- well... respectfully, in his opinion. If something had to be labeled karma, it’d certainly be this, though Yeonjun probably could’ve graced him with some liberality before he abandoned the rest of these expected tasks. Wrath must’ve came out from the Seraphim once they found out, but they couldn’t be that mad at him now, could they? Well... seeing as they haven’t caught his so called “bad behavior” yet, his hope went a long long way. A long long way enough for Yeonjun to feel as if he could keep doing this for an eternity. A long long way enough for him to feel free, like nothing was holding him back as long as he soared with his wings.

But how far could his faithful hope go when he eventually meets you?

Taehyun’s voice was crisp with disappointment, watching the other angel’s diverted facial expressions deviated from the main problem at hand. He felt the necessity to scold the rough angel once again. 

“I’m sorry for pulling you aside, but I fear that because of your behavior, you’ll receive a punishment that is just.”

Just? Or was it something that would make the Seraphim feel better- reassured because they didn’t want any disorder of a second fallen angel in heaven?

He raised his eyebrows, his emotions plainly muddled as he turned his head to the side. The laughter struggling to escape from his chest wasn’t falling out in heaps now.

Yeonjun bit his bottom lip, the air becoming thick with silence as Wooyoung stared at the two whispering bewildered. This scenario with the head of the Seraphim’s closest member most likely meant he did something wrong. It wasn’t everyday that you saw an angel being pulled off to the side by one of the Seraphim head’s closest acquaintances, however whatever it was wouldn’t be too bad, right? Sure, his older “brother” was sneaky at some times- contrary to the good behavior of himself- but he was a good angel at heart and the whole hierarchy knew that. To some extent being understandable, the Seraphim had no right to label him as the upcoming second fallen angel, following in the devil’s footsteps.

Taehyun rolled his eyes, watching Yeonjun’s eyes become lost in a daze.

“Excuse me, if you will pay attention? We’ve noticed that your actions have been quite... problematic recently. I believe that we’ve given you way too many notices, and yet you still continue to break your oaths as an angel. I’m sure you fear the wrath of God, don’t you? Listen up, or else you may not like what else the head of the Seraphim may have to say.”

Yeonjun was stunned as he listened to Taehyun’s harsh words. Ironic enough, his tone was as soft as cotton candy, but the words he was saying was deadly threatening enough to send chills down Yeonjun’s back. He didn’t do anything that remotely wrong to piss them off for good this time, did he? Well despite the fact that he found entertainment in the fact that a cheater was getting what they deserved after a messy situation, it wasn’t an action you’d instantly think as terrible once comparing the two together. It must’ve all piled up then. He could only purse his lips listening to Taehyun ramble on and on as he wondered what punishment the other angel was inquiring about.

“Let’s see what the head of the Seraphim and the board has to say to this. I hope you will become more aware of your actions now.”

After a moment of reflection which meant totally not paying attention to what his punishment was and looking back on his own actions for the day, Yeonjun nodded his head, accepting his so called defeat. So they finally had enough of him, huh? There was nothing else he could do but follow Taehyun into the intricate corridors, somehow filled with blooming life and luminous colors- yet at the same time, still manage create devoid emptiness in Yeonjun’s soul as he feared what the Seraphim had in store for him.

If fear wasn’t on Yeonjun’s plate, it definitely was now. He watched as most of the Seraphim members turned to the side once he arrived, most likely talking about what would seem fit for his punishment. Yeonjun all in all tried not to really think much of the situation, but seeing all of those higher angels eye him down and speak about him in a wrong manner made his soul feel jumpy. He was literally right there watching them too and perhaps if he actually cared, maybe he would try to listen to what they had to say about him. But the thing that really worried him the most was the head of the whole group, Juno, who only smiled and stared at him while Taehyun whispered a couple things to note in his ear- probably analyzing his actions as the most trusted angel on God’s right hand.

It was an understatement to say that it was tiring to see the whole world against him just because he was craving for some freedom, and yet Yeonjun couldn’t say he was surprised. He was talking about the Seraphim, wasn’t he? 

A couple moments later which seemed like an eternity, they all hushed as Yeonjun stood stiffly in the middle of the polished, snow white floor. He wasn’t able to make eye contact with any of them- their gazes were too sharp with disappointment and they’d probably pierce him with one look anyway so why bother trying? He could tell that most of them weren’t fond of him from the way they sent him dirty looks and laughed at his appearance when he walked in. It totally contradicted the definition of the word angel, especially for the high and mighty Seraphim board.

A curt yet soft voice echoed throughout the enormous room. 

“You may be dismissed,” Juno announced brusquely, and the rest of them left as quickly as they arrived. At first he thought it was for him, but it wasn’t that easy. Yeonjun could clearly feel the tension in the air while they departed one by one, and he hoped that whatever they planned for him- it wouldn’t be half as bad as their dissatisfied gazes made it out to be.

Eagerly he took a step towards the polite angel, clenching his fists tightly and hoping that they wouldn’t take his question too rudely. 

“I’m sorry for my question, most highest Seraphim... but what exactly is the point of this? Can’t you just tell me what my punishment is?”

It seemed as if he was amused by this interaction and got up from his chair, taking hold of Yeonjun’s hand as he led him to one of the chambers from the room. The awkwardness that should’ve come out from him was barely recognized, his polite smile encouraging him to do the same.

“Yeonjun, follow us, please? It’ll only be a second.”

Carefully his eyes roamed the walls, only to find a dull golden door in his face. Juno urged him to turn the handle himself, expecting a positive reaction even though the door didn’t seem all that interesting. From the outside there wasn’t anything mind-blowing about it like the boring most expected sheen of sparkles, and yet Yeonjun could easily say it was one of the biggest betrayals his mind could have ever received. 

The way he gasped upon entering, his eyes filling with stars caused both Juno and Taehyun to smile as they pulled him along to his destined location, feeling the same curiosity to what the room had to offer just like every time they went there. White bubbles upon bubbles of human life pictured every single person and their every action, from a little baby wasting tears due to an empty bottle to an old man reading a book by the river, exhaling deeply out into the woody atmosphere. Yeonjun found every moment he witnessed to be beautiful, implausibly more breathtaking than every trinket of rich imaginable sought before. 

Juno carried him along to one of the corners where they all stayed put, just watching the mysteries of life unravel in their very eyes. He reached out to touch one hesitantly, and they all watched it ripple in his hands. It was like every bubble was customized quite distinctively, a quality that made each one charming in their own way. Watching, Yeonjun couldn’t tell if touching it had any effect, but the human inside the little bubble smiled as if an indirect grace touched their short lifetime.

“There’s a reason why we don’t use this room frequently nor open it for anyone to see, and I’m sure you know why. It could be dangerous, if put into the wrong hands. Thankfully nothing has happened to any of these bubbles before, but it was close enough for a fallen angel to reach before we guarded it just in time- which is one of the reasons why we no longer have it open for other angels to see anymore.”

“Oh, yeah! But it’s just so... pretty,” he grinned, spinning around to see billions of small yet breathtaking bubbles somehow fill the tiny chamber. His white gown followed him around with every step he took as he made a promise in his head to watch a million bubbles, truly knowing that there were millions- billions more. He was tempted to touch one as well like Juno did, but that’d probably be dangerous without knowing the proper steps, and he’d probably mess them up somehow.

“It is pretty, isn’t it? That’s why we have to protect each human life and bless them with graces so we can see them up here with us when they crumble.”

Silently the three of them admired each one of the bubbles, iridescent and glowing with the possibilities of human life. Yeonjun watched as one popped up out of the blue suddenly, only for one huge one to disappear into thin air. Those actions themselves signified birth and death itself, from arriving suddenly to evaporating as peacefully once the weight was too much to handle. But his so called punishment didn’t make any sense. Why would they take the darned troublemaker here if he could be great danger to them?

“Well then, why am I here then? If this isn’t something I particularly view as punishment- not to mention that it’s such a gorgeous sight to see, why was I brought here?”

Both Taehyun and Juno shot a knowing, sneaky look at each other which was nothing short of mischievousness causing made him to be all the more confused. Was what they had in mind that bad or were they just hoping he wouldn’t like it?

“Oh, you’ll see,” Juno grinned playfully, “once we find the bubble, then I’m sure you’ll be able to piece it all together. I’m taking it you’re not that dumb to be causing some mishap to all the Seraphim board.”

Once they find the bubble? What bubble? Yeonjun tilted his head to the side in confusion, watching the two angels rearrange every single bubble in the room, hoping to find what they were looking for in the first place. Not soon after an exclamation came from Juno a couple feet away from him. 

“Ah, here it is!”

In the bubble was a human girl, biting her lip in concentration as she wrote something down in her notebook, listening to someone present an important speech full of vital information. She was doing her best to pay attention with how fast she wrote, but he could tell that her mind was somewhere else compared to the tedious room. He wondered what was on her mind and longed to know more. You could say that Yeonjun was interested in the thought of human life itself, but everything else begged to differ once he saw her. The girl’s features were simply charming, and the first thing Yeonjun thought to himself when he saw her was the word ‘beautiful.’

Softly smiling, he watched her close up the journal and leave the room with other people following suit. He wasn’t sure what fond feeling he was getting from seeing her carry her books out the door and wander through the hallways, but it seemed Juno and Taehyun noticed this and glanced at each other with a smirk, considering he would somehow enjoy this job even if he said he hated it. 

“It seems you like her already,” Taehyun teased, taking the bubble away from Juno's hands, “you asked what you were doing, right? After this, Yeonjun, I’m proud to announce as the head of the Seraphim that your job is to keep watch over her as her guardian angel. I’m sure you’ll have no problem doing it?”

Her guardian angel...? Him as a guardian angel?!

They couldn’t be serious!

In a moment of hesitation he paused, his lips tainted with a taste of dissatisfaction. Out of everything they could make him do, they decided to assign him as his guardian angel? All of that fondness that came with that girl disappeared in only a second, and he exasperatedly sighed, upset. His mind was reeling with questions, making him blurt out the only thing he could say at that time.

“You want me to watch that?” He chuckled in disbelief to himself, pointing at the clumsy human girl who fell over her own shoes at one of the hallways in the building. 

“That person’s a mess! Can’t you give me any higher position? With all due respect, I don’t want to be a babysitter for eternity!”

Juno raised an eyebrow at Yeonjun’s complaining, dumbfounded mouth opening to a mocking expression once he heard those words. It was a good thing that he’d come to change his mind once he realized he wanted to protect her, but for now he’d be stuck being ignorant with a worthless opinion. 

“A babysitter for eternity? That’s what you think of guardian angels’ jobs? Unfortunately with this human, their last guardian angel wasn’t able to complete their task. They made themselves known, and we regrettably had to break them apart. It’s good enough that they were only friends but even so... it would be a threat to humanity if our kind got too close.”

Yeonjun’s eyes widened upon hearing this, looking once more at the bubble where the girl was dusting off her knees from the fall. She looked... happy, as if nothing was wrong- like that event with her last guardian angel never happened. He then glanced down to the ground, becoming too curious for his own good to not care.

“How did you know they got too close? And what was her reaction when you separated the two of them?”

This time, the expressions of Juno and Taehyun were grim and they put the bubble away, moving it far away so Yeonjun could no longer see it. He wasn’t sure why. 

“It was simple enough. We got a complai- report from God, and they had to say goodbye for both of their own goods. It was harder on the guardian angel since we wiped out the child’s memory, but... it caused irreparable damage that we could never fix. Hence, why we should never show ourselves to a human though only in the case of an emergency.”

Something in Yeonjun’s gut- if you could call it that- told him that that reason they found out the dangerous friendship wasn’t entirely the truth. It was something more... something more, but clearly the refined angels wouldn’t tell him.

They filed out the special room one by one and Yeonjun shot a longing glance at the girl’s glittery bubble, hidden in the far back. Maybe he wasn’t being rational, but freedom was more important than whatever you had to bring once he got to know you. He wasn’t exactly sure how he was going to do it, but surely he would fail his task too like the last one and never have to be held down as a babysitter ever again. He’d sabotage his given mission to some extent... just so that he wouldn’t have to do a job as wearily as this.

Taehyun’s intrigued voice brought him out of his trance, clearing his throat as he softly asked, “so... will you be her guardian angel? We don’t want you to face God, you know.”

Although Yeonjun wasn’t happy, he just nodded his head with reluctance. Maybe this’ll be better for him, a part of him said, but most of him was in agreement that he would never become fond of you ever. It was pathetic enough they assigned him to do this, and because of it he’d never see his friends most of the time since he’ll obviously be protecting you 24/7. Hoping that this nightmare would be over soon he sighed, staring down into the abyss where Earth and heaven met below.

“Okay, fine. I’ll be her guardian angel.”

Juno and Taehyun smiled at each other at this, and the distance between Yeonjun and them became even farther as he spread his wings. 

“We trust you, Yeonjun, and we know you’ll do well. Everything will be okay if you obey the rules.”

He just closed his eyes and jumped down, taking a deep deep breath as their voices became nothing but a whisper. The icy wind against his cheeks felt like freedom as he looked for you silently, shooting through the air with grace and begrudging dedication. It definitely wouldn’t be the last time he searched for you, but he was hopeful everything would be okay.

That is, wishing aimlessly that you wouldn’t be a handful for him once he got to know you. 

The day that Yeonjun met you was the day that he wanted to fly back up to heaven and actually face God himself. It was literally that bad, and that angel who was originally your guardian angel when you were younger was lucky not to have experienced any of your mood swings. He hated being insinuated as a babysitter, but now his job was even worse due to the fact that it was you.  

At first, Yeonjun was keen on the sole purpose of sabotaging his mission so that the Seraphim would find something much better for him to do. Taking in the fact that he never liked you the moment he set eyes on you... well that was a black lie for himself to confidently state- that lie itself would be beneficial in some way and he had to show that or else they’d send him back to you. He never even considered you to be someone he should guide or take care of whenever you were in trouble, the first time he laid eyes on you. But that was a painful lie too, and he actually thought you were harmless until you quickly proved him wrong...?

There was no reason to apparently make him a better angel, if you were going to be an obnoxious pain in the ass anyway. 

He found you over at a coffee shop one day, typing away at an old laptop while sipping on a mere cup of coffee to calm your nerves. As the minutes passed, you seemed to become frustrated and that’s when it happened. You broke down. In the middle of the coffee shop. Crying your heart out and not giving a crap about who saw.

Yeonjun felt deep sympathy for the customers who were hearing you damage your eyes by sobbing, but at the same time he couldn’t blame you. If you had to do something frustrating like that 24/7 (aka his job but he couldn’t say anything about that for now), then you’d definitely break down. What a shame your guardian angel couldn’t do the same watching you, but he was intent on not getting too upset with you. It was funny considering it was the exact opposite everyday. 

You then checked your camera to make sure you didn’t look like a mess after a while of crying on the table, making sure you looked just fine by adjusting your ruffled hair and furiously wiping at your red cheeks. It was as if you never even cried in the first place and went back to working just like that. You even threw up a peace sign while you were at it! Yeonjun felt all the energy drain in his soul being replaced with mayhem. Was this normal for some people or were you simply crazy?

Regretfully, Yeonjun continued to watch you work from three in the afternoon to seven in the evening, patiently waiting for you to collect your things and leave. He was as bored as you when it came to actually working, but oh no he couldn’t just leave! As much as he wanted to, the urge to prove himself to those Seraphims was stronger, and he never wanted to miss a real challenge even by playing dirty. It wasn’t like he wasn’t expecting anything to go wrong with your situation though, obviously not. Because at some point, he watched you doze off on the beige table, eyelids heavy with sleep and fatigue.

Instead of becoming irritated at this your guardian angel just smirked at you, remembering how he was supposed to ruin his earthly mission as well. Going inside the bathroom, he transformed into his physical form as bright rays of soft white light glimmered in the unused stall. He was just as shocked when his eyelashes fluttered in the mirror, blinking carefully to make sure he wasn’t screwing himself and taking in the fact that he was an actual... gorgeous human?! In heaven, their appearances were made with only the luminous of colors, so being a human was vastly different. And not to mention, he had blue hair as well which made his cheeks tinge strawberry red. It looked good however... there was one other thing. Humans naturally didn’t have a color like this which made him afraid he wouldn’t convince anyone, but it was worth giving a try. It could even be entertaining watching you wake up from your deliriousness to see an angel with stunning blue hair like him! Not to be egotistical or anything...

Once he located your spot again, he tapped your shoulders several times and chuckled when you kept muttering to leave you alone in your sleep. It was hopeless, but that didn’t mean Yeonjun gave up. Therefore, he kept ‘delicately’ punching your shoulder every single minute just to get you up from your head scratching choice of a bed. If it was up to him, he’d probably pull your hair a little, but you both were out in public and things like that were most likely considered strange in the human world. He only decided to run off as soon as your eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the blinking light of your laptop signaling that the battery was about to die. He laughed to himself when you yawned whilst grumbling incoherent words. After all, he couldn’t just reveal himself to you unless in an emergency, right?

Just as you rubbed your eyes, you caught sight of a blueberry color haired boy who scurried off to the bathroom as soon as you mumbled in protest. It was strangely inexplicable. Somehow you were getting this sense of familiarity upon laying eyes on him, but you couldn’t be certain just yet- especially when you were still trying to open your damn eyes. Though if he was the one who woke you up just before closing time, you were thankful. However, you also embarrassed yourself in front of someone cute! You’d allow to beat yourself up after though, once you got home. 

Yeonjun snickered beside the door of the bathroom, happy enough you were finally opting to pack up your things.

Being your guardian angel was fun at times, he had to admit. Surely, things couldn’t get worse? Boy, did you prove him wrong.

The coming weeks became even more dreadful compared to what he expected them to be. It wasn’t in the sense of having no idea how to guide you through all of it, but you were constantly on edge for as long as he could remember. He felt bad for saying it, but you really had no clue how to take care of yourself during university life. There were even some moments of watching you that he wanted to make himself physically appear just to make you feel better out of pity, but he couldn’t allow himself to lose so easily. The nights were always long as he tediously waited for some sign of awakening, and he never failed to tuck you into bed when you kept falling asleep whilst working. The mornings weren’t better either, and sometimes he made some food for you when your eyes were shut just to make you feel better, hoping you’d fall into the trap of the lie that you probably bought it the night before like always.

Perhaps this was the reason why your last failed guardian angel made himself known to you? You needed someone to take care of you, as lonely as you were. But back then you were a child, so you couldn’t possibly be that bad. He had no clue how much that thought process could easily prove him very wrong for the nth time.

If there was one thing Yeonjun came to realize the first month of watching you, it would be that you were an irrevocable mess that he should’ve never protected in the first place. Like mentioned before, you needed someone- a guardian angel who didn’t want anything to do with a careless human- anyone who could help you survive. God, how pathetic was that?

It was cold, but you were just an insignificant waste of life to him- as harsh as it was to say behind your back. 

Over and over Yeonjun kept taking care of you despite his bitterness of not wanting to do it, and like a fool you had no clue. There was some part of him that eventually came to acknowledge that this was his mission now, though he was always ready to drop you too- maybe too easily when he finally completed it. However, there was no denying in the fact that you were endearing to Yeonjun as much as he tried to reject the idea. You were someone important to him, and it was time that made him realize how much protecting you came because of his free will. 

After long weeks of studying and catching up on what you had missed after visiting your hometown, you thought it would be good to have some fun with your friends. Your body was aching to do anything but sit on that damned cold chair and study the whole night, typing furiously away on new topics that were necessary to study- a prime example of not thinking of yourself throughout those past few weeks. Your eyes would burn with pain every time you opened up your laptop, sensing that you were doing this shit again. It was a given that stress must’ve been bothering your nerves, so what harm would it do if you let go? Especially since it was a Friday night which meant you could take it easy on yourself and use Saturday as a well needed break! Plus at this rate, you might as well pile it up on Sunday, called a resting day, which makes your apparent life changing decision ironic.

... but did you listen to your head screaming at you to get back to work in order to boost your future of a dream?

Guess what- it was a big fat no!

That’s why you were there at one of the parties your friend invited you to, supposedly having the time of your life and not focusing on your studies for once. What a surprise that it would be the polar opposite situation for you. This time, you were in charged to be the “mom” friend who kept everyone in line and not do something probably illegal with them in the process. You’d drive them home sober as soon as they were done partying, which meant you got no fun at all when it came to drinks- by letting yourself loose.

And at first you promised to yourself that you would be a good friend, hence going with that plan and totally not judging their actions whilst drunk.

But the moment you entered, each of you separated, so your eyes were searching everywhere in the enormous room just in case they were in trouble. Your nerves were a mess as you looked around desperately for them, knowing that they would be anywhere at that point! So... you felt bad while doing it since you were going back on what was on your mind, but you wanted to let go of that stress overwhelming the way you acted. What made your agreement with them worse was that you took just a couple drinks earlier so you wouldn’t be able to see well but... after all, they were your friends and they knew how much you needed a night like this.

Thankfully, you had a close friend who was against drinking who had actually come to the party so you soon eased into the atmosphere of the party, holding a red cup in hand and hoping that you didn’t seem so awkward. Though contradicting, drinks helped a lot with your mood, huh?

Although you were tipsy- not drunk as you called it, that itself didn’t help at all. You couldn’t see any of your friends no matter where you went, well not like this if the party was filled to the brim. After giving up you just shrugged your shoulders, placing the empty cup of anxiety- you had only used it a couple of times to be refilled with drinks and worry- on one of the tables weighted with other ones. The conclusion was obvious, anyway. There was nothing else you could do if you couldn’t find them. So why not have fun for a little more while and let them come to you?

That’s when you really did find yourself.

All the while Yeonjun grumbled to himself, watching you dance like a fool in the middle of the room where all those disgusting sweaty bodies were dancing to the beat. It was appalling, watching you slowly get into it. All he wanted to do was get out of there, but how would he be able to fulfill himself when the Seraphim were probably on tight guard 24/7? It didn’t make sense to him either with how you carried yourself. Before you didn’t seem like you even cared about parties with the way you studied on Thursday as he stayed not too far behind. And now you were acting like you were having the time of your life when the objective was to stay with your friends in the first place and not get drunk? You were an open book, so Yeonjun just couldn’t wrap his head around it. And even if you did drink, weren’t you only supposed to be a little tipsy?

He just sighed once more and leaned against one of the walls, keeping an eye on you like he’d remorsefully done the whole night. This time you were looking for your friends instead of the fact that you’d “accidentally” abandoned them and just wanted to have fun. Why did he have to be a babysitter belonging to someone so stupid they couldn’t find their own comrades? At least be it someone worth protecting! Just for a second, he let his eyes fall upon the ground. To anyone, he probably looked creepy just staring there at a girl who was oblivious to her surroundings and hadn’t noticed him yet, although he was quite thankful she didn’t otherwise he wouldn’t be able to come up with an excuse. Luck was clearly not on his side tonight, and it was all because of that little second where he looked away that he unfortunately lost track of her whereabouts.

Yeonjun’s groan was nothing short of frustrated, making it obvious that he was upset he lost you- a person who should be responsible of their own actions, but must be guided through an angel according to the Seraphim head. How funny, he was laughing- laughing at how stupid you were. It was an demeaning, embarrassing rule in his opinion, and the fact that you had no reason what you were doing to yourself proved it even more.

Amazingly, he was able to locate you just in time before you passed out beside the entrance door. It was dangerous considering that it was way too late into the night that you were by yourself, plus there was a noticeable comparison that you were more drunk than tipsy in which anybody could take advantage of your vulnerability. You looked like an absolute fool to Yeonjun, a whole clown.

“Well, just perfect. Stupid and can’t sense that this isn’t where her home is. I should’ve just picked the other option of speaking to God since it was clearly a better choice,” Yeonjun muttered to himself, closing the distance between the two of you as he ran with all his might and watched you throw up all the more.

When Yeonjun found you outside next to the door puking your guts out, he was nonetheless mortified yet unimpressed that this was the outcome of your partying. Drinking that much and still calling yourself tipsy even when you’re evidently not must have affected you in some way. Of course, Yeonjun had never gotten drunk before since he was an angel, but he could only imagine what it felt like. With this scenario, you were absolutely dying for some help- although your poor guardian angel didn’t want to dirty his clothes at all knowing he was the one to take you home. The possibilities were endless if he was bold enough to leave you out there to fend for yourself, so maybe he’d help just this once just by deciding on his own.

As we can see, Yeonjun totally deserved the angel of the year award, and it showcased him truly when he chuckled at the sounds you made while throwing up. You seemed to be a lost cause just huddling there over the bushes, groaning out in pain whenever another hurling session punched your guts. It wasn’t until you were lowkey passing out on the ground that Yeonjun finally decided to come help you. His laughter was barely contained in his chest.

“Let’s go home, okay?”

Sighing at your weakness, he drooped you over his shoulder and hoped for the best. Surely nothing could go wrong, right? Well not with you, but everything turned out well in the end so he embraced the feeling with confidence in his mind. He was a fool, just like you, to be trusting optimistically at that moment.

Yeonjun obviously knew that it would take a while for the two of you to get home. Your friends must’ve drove you there, huh? It was a shame they couldn’t now... Every now and then a thought would pop up in his mind that using his wings would be so much faster, but he couldn’t afford to risk it. You’d possibly wake up and claw his out eyes out. Or you’d panic so hard you’d fall out of his arms.

Although, it didn’t seem like a bad idea entirely. But now clawing his eyes out was just grotesque!

With all of the thoughts clouding Yeonjun’s mind as he worked on foot to get you home, he didn’t notice that you were gradually waking up. You had no recollection of the memories, but they’d eventually flood back like they always did. 

As your eyes adjusted to the sudden black of the sky compared to the blinding lights of the party, you were incredibly surprised when you heard a foggy breath fade into the cloudy night. Fearfully you turned your head to the side to see...

A... beautiful blue haired boy with... pearly doe eyes?

You couldn’t place a finger on it, but his presence seemed a bit too familiar. That didn’t mean you didn’t freak out though. Because you ran towards whatever direction you could- albeit almost falling with every step thanks to earlier drinks- screaming like a madwoman that needed urgent help. Pretty much understandable given your situation of waking up to someone carrying you wherever- one obviously has to assume that they’re getting kidnapped when taken advantage of. 

“What the- wait! Come back!”

“Someone, save me! There’s this weird, blue haired man that’s trying to kidnap me!”

Now this was definitely one way to meet your guardian angel- Yeonjun thought to himself as his feet carried him along with the chilly breeze. His legs were sore at this point from the extra baggage and concentration it was taken to turn physically, and now you were running away from someone who was protecting you? The whole thing was ironic.

While you on the other hand thought that anywhere you could go, you would go as long as you didn’t see that... weird, mysterious yet heavenly man??? who pulled you by the shoulder earlier when you were alone by yourself. All signs pointed to danger, no matter how drunk you were as you ran around screaming for help! That’s when you found yourself mistakenly sprinting into a dark alley full of intimidating people who just watched you wave your arms around like a crazy person. 

“Well, isn’t this a treat?” A gruffy voice spoke out from the corner, sending chills down your back as you stopped in your tracks. You weren’t one to judge but if you looked at it from all sides, none of them had any good intentions. Just like that... strange, irresistible man earlier perhaps? The crowding into one smelly circle in the middle of the night, the hiding from every other human being, the men whose wives left them due to disappointment (you weren’t shocked actually)... it all lined up.

By now you assumed you lost whom you were running from, but it felt even worse now that you had gotten yourself in this situation. A for effort that you tried fleeing, however it looks like you fell into more danger by trying to save your life and interacting with these men.

“Why don’t you have some fun with us tonight?” One of them suggested, about to grab you by the arm, “we promise we’ll make you have a good time.”

While you were paralyzed in space about to let out the loudest shriek you could’ve ever done in your whole entire lifetime, Yeonjun had finally caught up to you. You immediately started sprinting wherever you could again just as you made physical contact with the stranger, and seeing him again too. Mixed together and you get a deadly combo! Yeonjun just tiredly groaned in annoyance, furrowing his eyebrows until they started trembling by themselves. What a surprise there, huh?

This time, he wasn’t going to lose. He was tailing you down every second, and sooner or later you would calm down once you opened your ears to a very scary “kidnapper.”

“Ugh, will you just listen to me?! I don’t understand how you can have all this energy in the middle of the night!”

"Leave me alone! Don’t think about even touching me too, creep!” You shouted, trying to pull yourself together even though your head was racing with solutions to your problem. Since the party had started a few hours ago as well as your last drink- keep in mind that it only came up 30 minutes ago or so- you were feeling a bit better after knocking out, but that clearly did not help the pulsing headache aching your temple. You didn’t even know what time it was!

The men who watched this hated every second of it.

“Will you stop your crying over there? Go bother someone else!” It was that same gruffy voice again, and the both of you paused from trying to tackle each other. Yeonjun found this the perfect opportunity to catch you while you were vulnerable from hearing one of the man’s voice. He also took the responsibility of answering, and pulled you to the side where you were adamant on still trying to land a hit on him to no avail. 

“Yeah... sorry, we’ll leave. My girlfriend,” he lied through gritted teeth, “apparently can’t make decisions for herself.”

This seemed to tick you off even more, and you hit him in the back as best you could- which surprisingly only made him take a couple steps forward. He acted like it was nothing though, from the way he recovered just as quickly as you hit him in the first place. It didn’t even leave a bruise on him.

You yelled into his ear, putting your hands together beside your mouth, “I don’t even know who you are, you creep!”

He was about to say something, but you didn’t allow him to.

“I’m not your girlfriend either, so don’t even get the wrong idea!”

The men again just stared at the two of you struggling together, zoning completely out of their world. Honestly, they were all intimidated. Each of them could feel this boy wasn’t like any other, their intuition speaking up before they could act irrationally. So without another word, they decided to cause trouble in another place, leaving when the gorgeous stranger said something again, and you thanked God profusely for whoever that person taking you home was- though only because he supposedly scared them away.

Well, at least one of your problems were solved! However, it was strange how they left without saying anything else when they could obviously outnumber the boy in every way- both in number and strength. You, on the other hand, was not scared but still a little suspicious... who wouldn’t be?

The blue haired boy just groaned while you were still trying to pick up your breath. Again, he didn’t seem affected at all by what just went down- there weren’t any sign of fear to be found on his face.

“Are you trying to kill yourself? You could obviously see that those people are dangerous... you have to be more careful next time!”

Your legs felt like jelly as you struggled to remain standing by yourself, and your nauseous stomach clearly didn’t help either. Yeonjun seemed to notice how you were fighting with your own balance, wondering what he could do to be of assistance as your guardian angel when an idea popped up in his head.

“Come on,” he muttered to himself while picking you up so effortlessly, “you can’t walk so just let me help you, okay?” His arms scampered underneath your legs to sweep you off your feet quite literally, and soon enough you found yourself being held bridal style in the mysterious boy’s arms. Tightly.

The close proximity made your heart do flips, and the amount of butterflies in your stomach increased. No one had ever been like this towards you before, so this was pretty much a foreign feeling. But you weren’t going to admit you liked it though. He was absolutely no one to you!

“Ugh, get your hands off me,” you whispered, embarrassed, feeling the heat fly up to your face. “Why are you even doing this? I don’t even know you, stupid.”

The stranger who was carrying you in his arms just laughed at your words, comfortable to be holding you close like this. It made your heart pound faster with how he seemed to be paying more attention to you than the direction he was going, but you were probably looking into it too much. Your ears flushed with embarrassment, scorching in the cool night.

Without another word or warning, he stopped and just looked at you, barely hesitant of what he was going to say. 

“Because I want to protect you, silly. It’s not safe being out here by yourself during this time, you know.”

You pursed your lips at his short response, not expecting that to be his answer at all. Were you really that important to him even though you just met that night? In your mind, what he said actually sounded genuine. Something seemed off judging from the situation but if you kept listening to your gut, you knew whoever this was wasn’t someone who had bad intentions... the failed realization from earlier was basically useless now that you saw how irritated he was.

Yeonjun was aware of the silence and looked back down at you to make sure you were okay only to find you only zoning off and staring at his chest. What were you thinking in that pretty head of yours? He shook you gently in his arms as you were fragile, but this just caused you to snap out of your daze immediately. He smirked, wondering all the more what you wanted to say to him.

“Not confident enough to be looking at me and saying rude things anymore, huh? Have you finally decided to give up?”

You shook your head happily, quietly laughing at his joke as he cheekily grinned back, your hands coming up to lay on a snug place at his chest. Surprisingly, it was... warm? Ugh, you really needed to quiet those impulsive thoughts of yours somehow since he was a literal stranger- which brought you to ask him the truth you were dying to know.

Your voice was trembling as you spoke this time, all confidence that you could remember- gone like he said a second ago, as you now tugged gently on the material of his shirt. 

“Who are you anyway? Do I know you? I know we’ve only met tonight, but you seem to be familiar to me. I’m sorry if I can’t remember, really, but I seriously don’t know who you are.”

Yeonjun was quite surprised that you remembered him, unintentionally letting you loose in his arms for a few seconds until you screamed at the top of your lungs.

“Hey, don’t drop me! You suggested carrying me in the first place, so you should carry through with that promise!”

Unbeknownst to you, the poor angel was stuck whether he should tell you the truth of not. He could get into serious, serious trouble if he told you about what he really was, but... wait, perhaps this could get him out of it since the Seraphim would somehow find out soon enough. He’d never have to see you again and not be responsible of you, plus you wouldn’t remember a thing in the end so the consequence wouldn’t be too bad.

Was it worth it though? If it meant you’d shut up with your continuous babbling, then hell yeah it was. 

He gazed into your sparkling, pearly eyes, admiring how you looked in his arms. It... somehow felt right, but that was only because he was your angel.

“Gosh, I don’t see what your last guardian angel saw in you. You’re giving me a headache just by hearing your voice.”

Glaring at him, you were tempted to give him a middle finger for being such a hassle to talk to. He made you laugh a second ago, and now he was being a big jerk again! Also, did you mention that you were extremely confused? Why did he have to bring up that when you asked for just the tiniest piece of information? You knitted your eyebrows together tightly.

“What are you talking about? Why are we talking about guardian angels all of a sudden?”

Yeonjun looked down at you, the corners of his lips lifting up into a teasing smirk. 

“Are you deaf? You heard what I said.”

Okay, well you think you had enough of listening to him.

“I’m not deaf, and I heard it! But you’re not making any sense right now, and it’s driving me insane!”

He retorted as fast as you could, “you’re driving me insane by not shutting your mouth.”

Searching his face for any other emotion, you hoped to see that you were pissing him off so he’d let you go but as always, it was blank. No reaction- so maybe he was telling the truth somehow. He was probably born with a calm, uncaring expression and no hint of a smile either... with keen eyes on getting you home and... 

“Y/N, we have to get you home or else there will be trouble for both of us. Will you be quiet for just a second, please?”

Crap.

How could you be so stupid? How could you trust him with getting you home when you didn’t even tell him your address?!

Your blood ran cold. You may have felt safe in his arms, but this was becoming too much for you. If you recalled correctly, you had never even told him your name so the only reasonable explanation for this was that he was your stalker!

“LEAVE ME ALONEEE!” You cried, screaming all so suddenly that it made your supposed stalker wonder if his ears were actually bleeding. 

“YOU’RE MY STALKER, THAT’S WHY YOU’RE TAKING ME HOME!”

The amount of times Yeonjun rolled his eyes was priceless, especially now that you were accusing him of being something he definitely wasn’t. Well, if you worded it that way, then you were like 25% right. The fact that he had to deal with something like this all day when he could be roaming free made it ironic, and he couldn’t blame you if you thought he was someone dangerous. At least that was something you both agreed on. 

“So I’m your stalker now? When I protected you from those dangerous men?”

You nodded your head furiously, punching his chest as hard as you could and kicking your legs around. It only made Yeonjun more frustrated, and he felt the urge to drop you for being a bother when he was only trying to help on his own. 

“You’re a stalker! Leave me alone or else- or else!”

As soon as you said- more like screamed- that, Yeonjun covered your mouth, practically desperate to get you to shut your mouth. He considered his options over and over again, and the only reasonable one that he could come up with was that you needed to know the truth. He blurted his answer out shamelessly while you were busy trying to claw his eyes out.

“Y/N! I’m an angel! Your guardian angel, so will you please just calm down?!”

You stopped scuffling in his arms immediately.

He wasn’t serious, was he? From the looks of his panicked yet still slightly calm expression to hold it together, you were unsure if he was lying to you. But there was literally no way! Things like that didn’t exist! 

Instead of overreacting that one person knew the truth, he just laughed at your stunned reaction and the way your mouth fell. You were probably freaking about this discovery and how he was actually telling you the truth. Now there was no reason to be afraid, was there? You could trust him like he said, but it would be no surprise at all if you proved him wrong again.

“WHOEVER YOU ARE, YOU’RE LYING SO DON’T EVEN THINK-”

Without warning Yeonjun shot out his wings from his back, and they became alive, fluttering and flickering with the night breeze as their guide. The tip of his right wing brushed against your elbow as you struggled to let air into your lungs, too shocked that whoever that being was was not telling you a single lie. Soft and tender he treated you as his feet lifted from the street a little, and you were more concentrated on the fact that an angel came to visit you than you were off the ground.

“B-but, y-you...” 

This time your stomach wasn’t filled with any butterflies. To say the least, you felt queasy as if your head was messing with you and that should’ve been the reason. Never once in your life had you believed that there were actually living angels out there, but this moment proved you wrong no matter how much your mind was convincing you that it was a dream. 

You watched him shoot up into the sky, holding you as tightly as he could by his chest. The stars were the most beautiful tonight since you could see them more clearly, but whoever he was was more stunning than all those big balls of gas combined. It wasn’t possible, but here was this ethereal human being with wings carry you through the night. Angels were absolutely gorgeous, and his radiant presence beside you made you feel as if you were at home. Now you did nothing else but admire his physical features and the dreamy, pure aura that arrived with him as well.

“Like I said, I’m your guardian angel,” he stated while smiling warmly at you, “my name is Yeonjun, so remember it good because you’ll see me for the rest of your life, okay?”

What a pretty, sweet name. You had a feeling that you would call onto it for as long as he made himself visible to you and promised to stay by your side. 

On the other hand, Yeonjun made sure not to fly too far up into the atmosphere, but not too close that any curious eyes this hour would be able to see the two of you. No words were being exchanged between the two of you, and you watched the blanket of stars above you become nothing but beams of light. Soon you felt your eyelids droop with sleep and you eventually closed them, feeling safe in Yeonjun’s arms. Was it from his presence or how the cool wind passed tenderly on your cheeks?

Thankfully you were already fast asleep the moment you reached home, and Yeonjun set you on your usual spot on the bed. He hoped that nothing else would happen to you now. The home was just as warm like he recalled the last time he left it, but this time it was silent- the quietest hour that he could recall when you were actually at peace from your endless worrying. His wings slowly crept back hidden, gently folding against his back so that it wouldn’t be visible to any lingering human eyes. 

Realizing what he just did, he grumbled and rubbed his eyes with his tingling hands. He wasn’t exactly happy that he spilled the beans, but it felt just right to let you know there was someone who was always going to be there whenever you needed it.

He watched you turn in your sleep before calming down and melting into your pillow. He was hesitant as his hand brushed upon your face, but you seemed to enjoy the feeling, even unconsciously as you leaned into the sweet gesture. Yeonjun tenderly pulled away, hoping you would remember the events once you arose the next day.

“Trust me,” he smiled warmly, taking one of your hands into his as he tucked you into the warm covers, “I’ll be there to protect you whenever you need me, okay stupid?”

Released: June 29, 2021 (12:00am)

Thoughts: omg hi yall, i’m so happy to be writing a new series since it keeps me occupied <3 i’m hoping that a lot of you guys will like this series bc i know i definitely will 🥴🥴 pls who doesn’t want yj as their guardian angel??? i think i’m going to have a lot of fun with this series, sooo if you can, please tell me what you think about it too >< i love to hear what all of you say~ also, it’s my bday today !! so whoever’s reading this, i hope you have a good day as well !

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Match Made in Heaven

Hannibal Lecter x Reader

Requested by:  ateliefloresdaprimavera

Summary: You meet Dr. Hannibal Lecter after your boss sent you to therapy following a traumatic event.

From the first day you walked into his office, you had a feeling he likes you. 

Dr. Lecter.

He always had that expression on his face. Similar to yours.

But you couldn’t quite put your finger around it.

He was also the very first person to look into your eyes. He could hold eye contact with you, others couldn’t. Whenever they looked into your eyes, they always quickly looked away, down or behind you instead of right into them.

But he didn’t.

He kept his gaze right at you. You felt like he was reading you like a book. However you learned that it wasn’t true. Not by the way his eyebrows flicked up a little whenever you revealed something about yourself. 

He found him quite charming. He was handsome, tall and very intelligent. 

After your workplace got robbed the other month, your boss insisted on getting you into therapy. 

Although it was more traumatic for the robber, you didn’t argue with your boss.

She recommended Dr. Lecter to you, saying he was a fantastic doctor and you would get over the “trauma” in no time.

***

You felt some form of connection with Dr. Lecter. He seemed to be very fond of your perfume and when you decided to play a trick on him and change it to a cheaper one, he seemed rather displeased.

The next appointment, he bought a brand new bottle of your perfume, he said.

“I think a lady like yourself deserves to not have to wear such cheap perfume.”

You were impressed. He did really pick up on the smallest of things.

And now, he invited you over for dinner.

He told you that he often consults with the police so, someone will be there with you.

Shame, you would have loved to have a nice date with him.

“Jack, this is Y/N Y/L/N. And Ms. Y/L/N, this is Jack Crawford.”

The night went on pretty well and normal. You all ate, drank and talked. You learned that Jack was an FBI agent, who worked on special cases. And as you noticed he had just enough in him to let a few secrets slip. 

“Have you ever heard about the Chesapeake Ripper, Ms. Y/L/N?”

“Heard a few things here and there.” you said taking a sip from your glass.

“And what do you think?”

“Well, from what I saw, Chesapeake Ripper, certainly has an interesting...style. Quite fascinating in my opinion.”

“You find a cereal killer to be fascinating?”

“I sure do. Other killers leave the bodies behind like they were nothing, but this individual displays them. In a way, it’s art, their art.” you said smirking.

You could tell Jack was shocked by your answer. But he quickly moved to a different topic.

“Thank you very much for the dinner, Dr. Lecter, it was delicious.” 

“Please, outside my office, just call me Hannibal. We are friends after all.” he smiled and you smiled back. He placed your coat onto your shoulders as you said goodbye.

Two things you were sure after that night.

One, Hannibal was possibly the most charming man you have ever seen and you wanted him. And two, it was definitely not rabbit he just served you. 

***

During your appointments with Hannibal, you never talked about that night. But, after the dinner the other day, you were more confident.

“I’m ready to talk about the day which caused me to end up here, Doctor.” you said just as you stepped into his office. Hannibal closed the door behind you.

You placed your purse on the chair before sitting down on the comfortable leather seat you always sat in.

“Why now?”

“I just feel like I’m ready.” you said with a smile, crossing your legs.

“Don’t let me stop you then.”

“I think I mentioned to you this before but I work in a jewelry store. I worked in the evening, closing the store when a man came in with a gun and demanded the jewelry. My only thought were that a dirty pig like him doesn’t deserve to even be in the presence of such delicate diamonds and riches. So, I refused.”

“You refused to had over some necklaces while being held at gun point?”

“I sure did. And they are not some necklaces. Each one is special, handcrafted. Why should one person struggle for months or years to put together such a treasure so that another filthy one could steal it?”

“What did you do? I remember in the news that the man was never found, what happened?”

“Would you like to hear the official story, or the truth?”

“I suppose they are not the same.” he said raising a brow. He would be lying if he said he didn’t find you attractive. 

“Not entirely no. I worked in that store enough to know the blind spots. Where the cameras cannot see. And once I had him there, all I needed is to take his gun. I am not saying I killed him, Doctor. Just for the record. But what they said in the news is true, he was never seen after the incident. Police thinks he ran away after I refused to cooperate.”

Hannibal for sure understood what you were referring to. Yet, his face didn’t move an inch. But you could tell just how interested he was.

“You certainly made sure to keep your treasures safe. But does a man’s life worth diamonds?” he was toying with you, so you decided to just go for it.

“Of course. Such a low-life, wouldn’t call him a man really. But his heart certainly tasted nice...Figuratively speaking of course.”

“Of course.”

You noticed a smirk grow on his face, it made you smile.

You just knew, this was only the beginning of an amazing friendship and possibly even more.

Hannibal wasn’t the kind of person who would be fooled easily. That’s why he tried to be cautious around you. 

But he slowly started to notice things, things about himself.

Every morning, if he had an appointment with you that day, he would spend extra time getting ready. He quickly noticed which colours you preferred on him, so he made sure to wear suits of those colours. 

His obsession only grew meeting after meeting.

He noticed the change in your perfume, and since he wasn’t fond of the new one, he went out that day and bought you a new bottle. The lady in the shop thought he was purchasing it for his wife.

The breaking point however was the day you told him about the night of the robbery.

He had a suspicion about you, but you only confirmed it.

Hannibal saw that as more than a confession of crime.

It was a confession of trust.

You trusted him with your secret. And he certainly didn’t plan on losing that trust.

***

Not long after that, you decided to stop your appointments. During your last appointment, Hannibal suggested a date, which you agreed to. 

And from that day on, you became more than patient and doctor. 

Hannibal was very careful around you. At first he thought you were trying to trick him, but by the way your eyes shined whenever he placed some new dishes in front of you, he knew you weren’t pretending. A sane woman would never eat someone’s liver the way you did, not with knowing where it exactly came from.

But you proved yourself to him.

And so, he decided to take you to his basement. Showed you his real side. A side only his victims saw.

And you loved it.

Not only did you get to see a new side of the man you adored, but the whole place was amazing. You remember kissing him so feverishly down there, you didn’t even make it out only a few hours later.

Dr. Hannibal Lecter was completely obsessed with you, but you were just as obsessed about him.

A match made in heaven...or rather in hell.

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so season 6 of lucifer came out.

there were some things that i liked, but generally i hated it. i believe that was SUCH. BAD. WRITING and it left me frustrated. so i decided to write down all things that pissed me off and sometimes i try to fix this by giving other ideas that – in my opinion – would have made the story better. Check my points out and feel free to add your points of view. without further ado: let’s talk.

- imma start with the big one – fucking time travel. ok I generally hate this trope in the media, because it’s complicated and often leads to some logical mistakes – and they happened here. so rory time travels because of her anger which was caused… by her anger?? i think this was unnecessary. it also brings trouble with this whole free will vs. fate discourse. lucifer says, that he chooses free will… but at the same time he goes the path of his fate. he disappears from rory’s life, because he HAS TO in order of the events of the season to happen. just because he chose to do it, doesn’t mean it’s free will.

- lucifer becomes the very thing he desperately didn’t want to become. “bUt It WaS fOr ThE gReAtEr GoOd” screw this bullshit, if writers wanted to make it better, they could have easily do so. they could have altered the rules of time travel so that his choice of staying could have resulted in rory disappearing. yes, that would have been heart-breaking, but it would have been a great lesson for lucifer, that he can’t make the same mistakes his father did.

- chloe and Lucifer get a child without even talking about it. “bUt MaYbE tHeY tAlKeD aBoUt It We JuSt DiDn’T sEe It” you may say. but the point of writing anything  - whether it’s a book or a script – is to show any thing that matters. and talking about having kids is one of the most things any couple should do. also not every couple needs to have kids and forcing deckerstar to have it feels so far-fetched. this thread was very unnecessary.

- rory herself is a big problem. to begin with – she wanted to KILL her FATHER. i get her frustration, but commiting a murder?? just because he wasn’t there for her?? I would have thought that chloe taught her better, taught her that, like, killing people is bad. turns out she did not. secondly… she just isn’t necessary here. i elaborate later so in conclusion – her thread could be altered with michael’s and it would have made much more sense. i also don’t like the actress (why was she blinking so much??) so i certainly didn’t help.

- of course ella has to end up with a boyfriend. because earlier she always ended up with “bad boys” and now, without any help, she is just able to have a healthy relationship! yay! for me this creates a toxic view, that in order to be happy one HAS TO be in a relationship, because being alone is aLwAyS bAd. well, it’s not.

- i also have troubles with lucifer starting up a foundation for her. firstly, he didn’t ask her. secondly it – AGAIN – shows, that anything good ella got, was because of another man. firstly because of her relationship with carol, secondly because of lucifer’s idea. it could have been so easily altered! there could have been a scene of a conversation e.g. with amenadiel where she expressed a will to do better and be better for someone (given that she sees a lot of dark in herself). amenadiel could have then told her, that she is an inspiration and that it is her biggest strength. that could have been where ella came up with an idea to start a foundation blah blah – it’s just a rough idea but I believe that written well, it could have been so much better;

- and the last thing about ella – of course she had to find out about celestial stuff because sHe WaS tHe OnLy OnE rEmAiNiNg. umm what about trixie? i'll come back to her later. ella was portrayed as the only one believing in god and having her seeing that he really exists ruins the concept of faith. it’s not about knowing something exists, it’s about believing in it.

- WHERE THE FUCK IS MICHAEL. i must admit that i loved this character AND I CAN’T STAND HOW AWFULLY HE WAS TREATED HERE. so at the end of season 5 lucifer says “everyone deserves a second chance, even you michael". and what does he do then? COMMANDS HIS TWIN TO CLEAR THE FLOOR IN HELL. yes, i agree that michael should have been punished for his rebellion plan, but… he already has his wing cut off. now he’s stuck in hell, with no way out and is he supposed to learn his lesson? this is cruel. instead of this the entire season could have been centred on him – his journey to self-acceptance, learning how manipulating someone is toxic and starting to realise how to be a better person. at the end he could have become god (because amenadiel is such an obvious choice), which would create a beautiful connection – michael in heaven and his twin in hell.

- lucifer doesn’t feel like being god and that’s cool. damn. people died for him to win this place and he’s like “actually you know guys i’m not the right person bye”. while i believe that anyone should step out if they have a reason, but at the same time lucifer should have faced any consequences of his decisions. falling frog and kool aid in the river are not enough.

- adam’s plot feels just quickly sketched, not actually written. i really appreciate this take on toxic masculinity but it all felt too fast-paced. it’s good that they show this idea of “strong and not-showing-any-feelings man” kind of attitude, but it is impossible for ANYONE (especially The ManTM) to change their mind in a matter of a few days. it takes weeks, months, years even, especially given that adam is like a gazillion years old, he should have especially taken a long time to process this.

- carol is just too pure to exist. he’s also one of the most boring, plain and one-dimensional character i’ve ever seen. i feel like they gave him a problem with alcohol because the writers were like “hmmmmm he has to have some weakness. LET’S MAKE HIM AN ALCOHOLIC”. we don’t see any signs of his everyday struggle, why did he fell into this problem, how did struggle. it just feels like a dull plot device to show that he has flaws. oh and also he’s so pure that he doesn’t mind ella BREAKING INTO HIS HOUSE. acceptance should have boundaries and violating someone’s personal space isn’t right.

- why did they forget about trixie again? yes, i know that scarlett estevez had another project but this does not justify the bad writing. the girl lost her father and we only see her crying once because of that. no signs of this affecting her everyday life, not showing any consequences of her relationships with other people, not  glimpse of any change in her behaviour. oh and also she loses lucifer too because time travel! great idea, writers! losing another close to her person would have been soooooo good for her psychic for sure.

- i also hate the idea that suddenly rory becomes the only child they care for. where is trixie when they spend their day on the beach? where is she when her mother dies? did writers forget about her as well as they did about michael?

- amenadiel being a police officer is… problematic. i was looking forward to this thread, i was kinda scared too and it turned out… meh. i’m white and not American, so this of course does not involve me at all, but i felt like this was not enough. harris basically said that there is nothing they can do to make it better for black folks. even though chloe and amenadiel want to make everything more just, we don’t actually see any change. the only thing is that harris becomes a detective (right? i’m not sure if i understood it correctly, so correct me if i’m wrong, please) which is a total contradiction of what she said before. suddenly she does not have to protect people anymore?

- in season 5 they stated that heaven and hell need to be fixed, as the system is unfair and unjust. at the end we don’t see any change, the only thing that is different is lucifer helping damned souls. it doesn’t help at all! these people still go to hell, they still suffer and there’s nothing that changed here! plus there is also this thing, that a sociopath who murdered people in cold blood goes to heaven (because he does not feel any guilt) and a person abused by her parents/partner/whoever goes to hell (because have been manipulated to feel guilt).

- dan making amends with trixie while… there wasn’t really anything to make amends about. like, most of the parents make mistakes while upbringing their children, but does this make them unworthy of heaven? i would have preferred dan to slowly regain his self-consciousness, how he positively affected the lives of people around him and by doing so – through conversations or maybe reliving some of the memories, he could have proved to himself that he is worthy of love and redemption.

phew, what a ride. i really liked dan being reunited with charlotte (it went just as i imagined) and mazeve dynamics. i even felt like they are finally a real life relationship – with people hurting each other by not understanding each other, but then talking and seeing other’s perspective. generally though, i’m very disappointed.

sorry for any mistakes, lacking commas etc. writing a text this long in not my native language was not easy.

[littlepadika]

it’s the steve anon hehe!!!! ahh that sounds so nice 🥺 i’m not really fussy. maybe like a colombian summery sundress kind of vibe? i like the legal!! age gap stuff, innocent reader who is such a juxtaposition to the stuff he sees at work... that kind of thing :) but no pressure ofc just a suggestion 💗

Darling, you are not annoying me!!! I love getting messages 🥰 Would you like an anon name or just "steve anon"??

My savior complex is awakening🌅. YES INDEED we love dark characters getting attracted to innocent reader! To your second point, Connie was a nurse and i could definitely see (imagine Steve is single) that he would be attracted to a nurse reader who is always patching him up. I read a lot of Steve fics for inspo and I had a hard time choosing which idea to go with but here it is... I hope you likie😘

Warnings: fem!reader, legal age gap, neighbor!steve, Steve is single in this, fluffy, meet cute

"What the hell do we do with it?"

"I don't know... just let it go? There are tons of strays in the city."

"No, man, we can't." Steve frowned looking down at the helpless creature. It was cowering in the house Javier and Steve just raided. It seemed to be abandoned, the poor thing. It was on the mutt, maybe only 30 pounds. It looked up at them both with big sad eyes. Steve picked it up without much of a fuss. It seemed to relax in his arms, licking his hand. "I'll bring it home and see if I can find someone to take it."

"I think it's a female." Javi bent over to inspect.

"You would know." Steve rolled his eyes.

"Shut up." Javier gave his partner a playful shove. "You owe me ten dollars if you end up keeping her."

"I won't. Just until I find a good home." Steve gave the dog a scratch.

He spent a whole afternoon taking photos and scanning them onto the advertisement. Javier teased that Steve should have gone into the arts. He posted the signs around his apartment complex and his office building.

About a week later he got a call.

"Hello?" He answered.

"Mr. Murphy?" Your light voice answered. "I saw your ad. I'm interested in the dog."

"Oh great!" He looked down at her, curled up on the rug by the sofa. "Um..." He tried to think of how one goes about giving a dog away. "If it's alright I'd like to ask you some questions, you know, see if it's a good fit."

"Sure. I live in the apartment building. One floor down. Is it okay if I just come by later today?"

"Yeah sure."

Steve couldn't help but feel a little sad at the prospect of not seeing the sweet girl again. She was well behaved, though a little skittish.

You arrived an hour later. You had seen Steve around the building. He stood out with his blonde hair and blue eyes. People whispered that he was an American spy like James Bond. He certainly looked the part in your opinion. You'd be lying if you said you were only interested in his dog.

"Come on in." Steve let in. "I'm Steve Murphy."

"Pleasure." You shook his hand and introduced yourself. He was much taller than you thought he would be. You had to crane your neck to look up at him. His blue eyes were piercing, shinning from some internal source. You blinked rapidly under their brightness.

"And this is... the dog!" Steve went over and picked her up.

"Does she have a name?" You asked, finding it odd Steve was just referring to her as a dog.

"No. I found her a few weeks ago. There was no tag or anything."

"Poor baby." You cooed, letting her sniff your hand before petting her.

"Yeah. She's trained and all that. Really quiet most of the time. She gets scared at night if there's a loud noise or something."

"I can't imagine what she's been through out there all alone. Until one day the nice man rescued you, right?" You used an infantile voice reflexively when speaking to the dog. You didn't see the way Steve swallowed harshly when you referred to him as a nice man. He wanted to hold onto that as long as he could.

"Can I hold her?" You asked holding out your arms.

"Oh right. Sure." Steve let you take over. He felt his heart melt watching you nuzzle the little dog whispering endearment into its fur. It had been so long since he'd seen decency let alone innocence like you. You would be the perfect owner for the dog.

"You're right she's so quiet." You set her on the ground watching her go back to her favorite spot by the sofa.

"So you live in the building?" Steve asked trying to make small talk, trying in vain not to admire you in your pretty dress. The way your tits were accentuated by the sweetheart neckline. He tried to remember the last time he’s spoken to a woman without an ulterior motive. "I haven't seen you around."

"Yeah. I'm working most nights at the hospital so... that's probably why."

"Well stay safe out there. It's dangerous." He warned, his eyes darkening as he thought of the attacks around the city. He would be devastated if you were caught up in those. His shift in demeanor was not missed on you. You wanted to run your hands over his face until it softened. You wanted to ease whatever pain was going on behind those cerulean eyes. He was staring at the ground with his jaw clenched. You tentatively placed a hand on his bicep, feeling it tense under your touch.

"I'm always careful, Mr. Murphy" You blushed a little when he turned his intense gaze on you. "It's good though..." You withdrew your hand reluctantly "for the dog because I can spend all day with her. She can sleep while I'm gone."

"Right." Steve nodded trying to get back to the matter at hand. He definitely did not think about pulling your warm body against him. "Well, I think you're great for her. So... you can have her."

"Yay!" You clapped your hands together bouncing on the balls of your feet. He laughed softly at your little happy dance. "How much?"

"Nah it's a good fit. It's free."

"Are you sure, Mr. Murphy?"

"Steve." He corrected you.

"Steve." You repeated with a grin.

"I have dog food and everything. I'll just give it to you." Steve opened a cupboard and you frowned when you saw it was practically empty. He's out being a hero and not eating anything! That just didn't sit right with you.

"Can I at least make you dinner or something?"

"I wouldn't say no to that. I'm a terrible cook." Steve rubbed his mustache absentmindedly.

"You're really busy so it's understandable." You come to his defense. "We can head to mine and I'll make something real fast?"

"Sounds great. I'll bring the beer." He grinned boyishly. "Do you like beer?"

"Love it." You assured him.

"Come on, girl." Steve patted his thigh calling to the dog on the floor. She perked up trotting over to you both. "Ready to see your new home?"

The dog became your connection. Steve would check on her while you were at work. He would accompany you on walks to the dog park when he had the time. He started having dinner with you most nights, offering to drive you to the night shift. When you inevitably kissed him on your sofa, the dog lying on the floor between your feet, he kissed you back. Domesticity became a habit and for once he didn't let his fear talk himself out of it. You named the dog Angelita. You explained it meant "heavenly messenger". Steve thought this was fitting because Angelita brought him to his heaven, to you.

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First Lady of the Court

(Wilbur Soot X Reader) 

    Eyes fluttering open, you came face to face with the eyes of the president of L’manburg, his dark brown eyes were full of tender affection. A smile spread across your lips at the sight and his fingers brushed your hair off your face. Your hand came up to hold his as you nuzzled your face against his palm. You watched the British boy’s face turn a bright red at the sight he let out a strangled sound. 

   “Good morning to you too Mr. President.” A giggle spilled from your lips as Wilbur pulled his hand away. 

   “Good morning my lovely first lady.” He cleared his throat, putting a hand over his mouth, “did you sleep okay?”

Stretching your arms above your head you nodded, you ruffled your (h/c) hair. 

   “Slept like a baby. How about you? Are you nervous for you and Tommy today?” You sat upon your elbows as he looked at you thoughtfully. 

   “Hm... telling you would be spoiling the fun now wouldn’t it?” Wilbur mused, giving you a cheeky smile. 

   “Boo unfair, I deserve to know I am the first lady after all.” You scoffed pouting at your lover. 

A lover is such a weird term to describe what you had with one Wilbur Soot. When L’manburg was founded and the presidency appointed to him you had agreed to take up the position of the first lady. Wilbur was ecstatic to hear you agree to the position after all, all he wanted was to ‘rule’ L’manburg by your side. To be more specific one of your duties was to love and care for the current president, be their pillar of sanity if the job became too overwhelming or stressful. Another job that fell within your duties was to keep the people happy and share their stresses with the president in hopes you could convince him to listen to the people. Luckily with Wilburs reign, there wasn’t many complaints you had to share with him, and on the rare occasion that there were any he was willing to listen and come up with a plan. All you wanted was to give the citizens of L’manburg the best life possible, and you knew Wilbur ultimately wants the same. 

Wilbur and you decided to embrace it the romantic assumptions that came with you being the first lady, solely for political reasons, that’s what he always wanted to stress. However, he always said it a bit franticly with a blush across his face and while flapping hands. You couldn’t help but snicker every time he did it, you would simply nod and say of course but those ‘political reasons’ never justified why he insisted you two sleep in the same bed. You didn’t mind, as long as it made Wilbur happy, you’ve always loved him and you had a feeling he felt the same without saying it. 

   “Yeah, I know you are. Even so you still have to find out like everyone else, plus there are always last-minute calculations that need to be taken into account. Especially since someone got bots to vote for them.” He rolled his eyes clicking his tongue in distaste. 

    “Oh we have drama, we love tea.” You teased swinging your legs over the bed and Wilbur followed your movements. 

   “You have such a way with words.”

   “Says the man who agreed with a sixteen year old to name his campaign POG2020.” 

   “It’s a good name!” Wilbur tried to defend and you just snickered in response he glared at you grabbing his L’manburg hat and placing it on his head. 

    “Yes, Wilby of course it is.” He moved back towards the bed and wrapped his arms around your waist placing his chin on your head. “Hey off, off! You’re messing up my hair!” You could practically feel Wilbur’s smile as he let out a little hum,

   “Hm no I don’t think so, after all, I don’t think I can mess up your hair more than it already is.”   

   “OKAY RUDE!” You squawked swatting at the hands around your waist already done with him today. “I’m telling you right now you keep this up and I’ll be rooting for someone else to win.” 

    “How fucking dare you.” Wilbur gasped dramatically falling back on the bed as you turned to stick your tongue out at him. 

   “You deserve it, now get dressed we have an election to get ready for you dork.” 

    “Do you need any help with that-” A pillow was thrown in his face and he laughed cheerfully, “-point taken!” You both went to your separate bathrooms to get ready for the day. You had chosen a nice black skirt that was very professional looking and went down to just under your knees. The shirt you’ve chosen was a nice (f/c) blouse with a L’manburg pin, pinned onto the front pocket. Bending over you slipped on black heels, you just wanted to try to reach Wilbur’s height so you didn’t look so atrocious standing beside him on the podium. You quickly ran a brush/comb through your hair just to make it look presentable, looking in the mirror you finger gunned at yourself and smirked. 

    “Looking good.” You beamed happily before stepping out of the bathroom, Wilbur was already standing in the bedroom looking over what seemed to be some stuff around the election. “Wow, Wilby. You clean up nice.” Wilbur looked up from over his book and a bright flush came across his face when he took in your outfit. 

    “I- Ugh- thank you- you too!” He squeaked pupils dilating a little as he took a step back as you got closer. You moved quicker than him though and reached out to fix the collar of his shirt. Smiling a little at his reaction you straightened out said collar and placed your hands on his chest. 

    “You’re gonna do amazing today darling.” Your voice soothed and he seemed to relax under your hands, “Whether you win or not, you were the best choice for L’manburg’s first president. I mean that.” You looked up at him through your eyelashes, as your doe eyes stared up at him Wilbur felt like he lost his last life and went up to heaven.  

He brought his hand up to your cheek and cupped it gently, his thumb brushing across it in soft movements. “Thank you (y/n) that means the entire world to me. Truly you don’t know how happy I am to hear that from you.” You smiled and pressed a kiss to his palm and he sighed happily at the small gesture shared between the two of you. 

    “I’m going to need to go find Tubbo and Tommy,” Wilbur whispered to you after a few more moments of comfortable silence. “But I don’t wanna leave you…”

     “I’ll either be here  or at the podium, go converse with your brothers.” You smiled softly stepping away from him and crossing your arms. He gave you one last look eyeing you up and down before giving you a tight hug once more. 

     “You look really beautiful by the way! See you later!” He said quickly before scurrying out of the room, you blinked a few times before heat rose into your cheeks. You let out your strangled sound slapping both of your hands to your cheeks, 

‘He can’t just say that and run away the bastard!’ 

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Stepping up to the podium you greeted everyone who was there early, and where greeted by you got a few teasing whistles from Quackity. 

      “You certainly clean up nice Ms. First Lady.~” He mused winking at you and you fondly rolled your eyes knowing that was Quackity being himself. 

      “Thank you very much I don’t look like his often so drink it up.” You teased as he laughed. 

      “I know I will sweetcheeks.” Schlatt mused appearing from besides Quackity once again that earned the duo another eye roll. “Hey come on now what’s with that look? Just what did I do to deserve that? After all, I’m going to be your new president, you’re gonna have to treat me with more respect.” An arm wrapped around your waist as he pulled you close, he smirked down at you and you frowned. Before you could protest the statement, Schlatt made a startled noise as Tommy seemingly came out of nowhere and pushed him away from you by the horns. “Hey Hey hey! Watch it, kid, this face is a money maker!” 

      “There’s no way in hell you’re gonna be the new president of L’manburg!” The young teen shrieked standing in front of you as if to guard you against the goat-man. 

      “I wouldn’t be so sure about that, you think you have a better chance at winning than me?” Schlatt laughed loudly in Tommy’s face, “Hell even the broad has a better chance at winning than you and Wilbur and she’s not even fucking running!” 

       “Lay off him Schlatt.” You placed a hand on Tommy’s shoulder to calm the angry boy down. “Let’s not start a fight, that’s the last thing we need right now.” Tommy looked like he didn’t want to listen to you but shut up as soon as Wilbur came up to stand on the podium. Tommy fumbled to do a little salute and you couldn’t help but chuckle softly at his almost desperate antics to please Wilbur. 

        “Thanks for trying to prevent another full-out fight darling.” He mused looking at you and you smiled. 

        “It’s my job, after all, that is what I’m here for.” You shot back with a smile going to take your seat behind the group that was already up on the podium. Wilbur smiled softly at you before clearing his throat and addressing the crowd, welcoming everyone here for the first-ever L’manburg election. You sat there watching him give his speech with power and grace and your face softened immensely. In your opinion there was no way that he could lose this election, he was the only one for the job no questions asked. You only zoned back in when you heard Tommy’s loud shriek of shock, you blinked your (e/c) eyes and whipped your head around did you seriously miss the announcement of who won the election? God, you were a dumb broad. You felt someone grab your arm and you turned to face them it was the worried face of Wilbur, 

      “Come on darling.” He spoke softly “We should move to the crowd. Let Schlatt give his speech in peace.”

       “Schlatt won?” You choked out your eyes bugging out of your head.

       “You bet your ass I did sweet-cheeks!” He laughed looking down at you, “Wilbur surprisingly enough I’m going to have to ask you to remove your hands from MY new first lady.” Schlatt had a wicked smirk on his face as he held out his hand to Wilbur who’s jaw dropped in shock. “What? Why do you look so surprised? You picked a looker Wilby,” He mocked with a wave of his hand “(Y/n)’s a fine piece of ass I’m going to let her continue to serve. Come on ova here.” Schlatt motioned for you to come over with his finger, you shakily stood up from your seat. Wilbur grip on your arm tightened as he ground his teeth, you turned to look at him and he looked devastated. 

      “Darling you don’t have to agree to this-” 

      “It’s my duty Wilby…” You murmured slipping your arm out of his hold and holding it to your heart. With careful steps you made your way over to Schlatts side, once more you felt his hand slide around your waist and pull you flush against him. He tilted his head a little so his horns rested lightly on your head. You watched Wilbur and Tommy descend the podium and sit within the audience down below, neither would look at you and you knew why...but you also felt a little hurt at that fact. You were just as upset about this as they were, they had to know that right? 

You heard Schlatt clear his throat and grab the microphone. 

      "That was pretty easy. And you know what I said, the day I got unbanned from the DreamSMP, and the day I said I was running... an election that I won by the way? I said; "Things are gonna change". I looked every citizen of L'Manberg in the eyes and I said; "You listen to me... this place will be a lot different tomorrow." Let's start making it happen. My first decree, as the president of L'Manberg- the EMPEROR! of this great country-! Is to REVOKE the citizenship of WilburSoot, and TommyInnit! Get 'em outta here! Get 'em outta here! You're no longer welcome!" Your blood froze in your veins and your jaw dropped, finally Wilbur and Tommy locked eyes with you. 

      “Schlatt no you can’t do that to them! Tommy’s a kid-”

      “Trust me (y/n) and just shut up for a minute.” 

‘Run.’ You felt yourself mouth as Tommy and Wilbur turned heel and ran from L’manburg, a city that they founded was just ripped right out from under them. You only felt Schlatt’s grip on you tighten as he looked down at you and almost as if he was speaking to your soul he addressed what has left of the crowd again. 

      "Oh, it was so easy! Until further notice... WilburSoot and TommyInnit are merely a memory of L'Manberg. A relic- A relic of the past. A reminder, of the darkest era this country, has ever seen- and I guarantee you all; dear citizens... Tonight, that changes. We are entering into a new period of L'Mangerg- a period, of prosperity! of strength! of unity." He finally pushed you aside and Quackity caught your stumble and held you up in place, you were a little thankful considering you felt like falling onto your knees. “Tubbo- where's Tubbo? where's Tubbo?”

     “I'm right here…” His meek voice wobbles from the crowd. 

     “Schlatt…” You warned trying to sound stronger than you felt.

     “Jesus, do you ever shut up?” He laughed “Is this what Wilbur had to deal with? Jesus you’re lucky you’re smoking hot sweetcheeks.” You grit your teeth and glared at him through narrowed lids, “Kidding kidding! I can appreciate a broad who’s got a brain on her makes it much more fun. Anyway, Tubbo- get- get up here! Get up here on my podium!”

    “Uh- uh…” The young hybrid stuttered hesitantly looking back and forth between the podium and where Tommy and Wilbur once stood.

    “C'mon Tobbo, you're the Secretary of State.”

    “Wait- what- Okay... Wa- I'm Secreta- am I?” 

     “Yeah I think- I think that's... I think he's always been that, I don't know…right?” He looked over at you and you gave a nod in confirmation. He’s trying to pit Tubbo and Tommy against one another the cheeky bastard.

     “Uh, yeah... yeah that's- I didn't know I got to keep-”

     “Well, I'm not gonna fire you! I mean you're Tubbo! What- am I gonna fire Tubbo?”

     “Uh... okay.”

    “Tubbo get- Tubbo get up here. Now.”  Schlatts voice boomed over the crowd another wicked smirk spreading across his cheeks as he looked down at his citizens. The horns only made him look more devilish and menacing to everyone looking up at him. 

    “uh- okay, I'm on my way, I'm on my way, I'm on my way!” Tubbo sputtered out hesitantly, unsure of what the right call was to go with Tommy or stay here with Schlatt. 

    “I don't think he wants the job!” Quackity mocked a grin matching Schlatts spread across his cheeks. You frowned up at him in disappointment, 

    “It’s okay Tubbo I’m here…” You murmured under your breath.

    “Get up here now!”

    “I do want the job! I'm on my way- I'm on my way- I'm on my way!” He sputtered walking up to the podium. You heard Eret scold him softly and some others match their distaste, you swore you heard Tommy in the crowd. “I need to... I'm on my way- I'm on my way- I'm on my way, President. I'm on my way- I'm on my way- I'm on my-” 

    “Ah Tubbo, so good to see you.” Schlatt pursed his lips an arm going around Tubbo’s shoulders like they’ve been best buddies for years. Tubbo made a weak sound of acknowledgment at the greeting. “Yes sir, there he is.”

   “Good day Mr. President.”

   “I love this guy!” Schlatt exclaimed with a loud cheer and Tubbo took a small step away from him. 

   “Okay... Schlatt...?”

   “Ohh my very own Tubbo... Tubbo. As my Secretary of State- as my right-hand man; of L'Manberg... I need you to do something for me Tubbo.” Your eyes narrowed into slits but you bit your tongue if anything you can work from the inside you, try to keep Schlatt reigned in the best you could. 

  “What Mr. President...?”

  “I need you... to find Tommy. And I need you... to show him the door.” Schlatt emphasized slicing his thumb across his neck in a beheading motion, Tubbo paled considerably at the implication. Finally finding your voice you couldn’t help but snarl, 

  “He’s a child Schlatt you can’t go around ordering a child to slaughter another child that’s insane!” You came up and grabbed his arm giving it a sharp tug,

   “I can do whatever I want! Wanna know why? It’s because I’m the president.” He only ruffled your hair with a mocking coo. “Quackity you take her back to her room, then come back home we got some walls to tear down.” You made a distressed sound as you were dragged away, Tubbo said your name with the same amount of distress. You hoped Tommy and Wilbur made their great escape and didn’t have to see the destruction of the walls, fuck this is one hundred percent the worst-case scenario. 

    “Quackity you’re hurting my arm.” You gave a soft murmur and his grip on it significantly loosened, he looked a tad bit guilty. “It’s okay.” You assured you couldn’t blame him for it, he was always kind to you before this which was what also made it so downright confusing. A plan was already trying to brew in the back of your mind, keep relationships with the citizens high even at the cost of yourself, in the end, they might be the only ones to have your back. There was suddenly a lot of yelling and shouting you saw a blur of pink burst past you followed my more of Jschlatt’s guards, Quackity pretty much abandoned you and joined the chase. 

     “Tehcnoblade!” He shouted out “Where the fuck did he come from?” 

Blinking in surprise as you were left abandoned, ‘what the fuck is a Technoblade?’ You glanced over at the retreating figures and you could’ve sworn you saw a glistening golden crown. A figure slammed into your side and you stumbled backward a few steps, looking down you noticed Tubbo clinging tightly to your middle. 

     “(Y/n)! What’re we gonna do?” He looked up at your eyes full of fear and you frowned, this child just got out of one war and it will be potentially thrown into another. “What if Wilbur and Tommy don’t talk to us again? I can’t kill Tommy!” 

     “Hey, hey, hey.” You shushed softly running a hand through his hair careful of the tiny horns growing on his head. “Take a deep breath for me Tubbo, in for five then out for five okay? That’s it you’re doing great sweetie.” You watched for a bit as Tubbo followed your instructions and after he calmed down a little bit you knelt to his height. “We are going to help them, they’ll need some men on the inside and that’s just what we’re going to be.” 

    “You think that’ll work?” 

    “If they’ll have us yes, I think it will work. You’ll probably be able to sneak away much easier than I’ll be able to do you think you’ll be able to handle that?” He nodded vigorously at your words, determination seemed to radiate off of him in waves. Now all that was left was to find a way to contact Wilbur and Tommy, wherever they ran off too.

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I had this in my google docs for a while so I figured I’d post it to give you guys some more food. Under the Floorboards pt. III is in the works have no fear!

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So much of the criticism against the Jedi is stupid and I do not understand people who try to argue that they are the real bad guys at all. However, there are things I think they did wrong. I think they made mistakes and didn't handle certain situations in this best way. Would that mean I'm considered anti-Jedi or could I still be in the pro-Jedi part of the fandom?

Honestly, that's up to you to decide, not me. An unhelpful answer, I'm sorry. 😂 I might have my personal opinions on stuff, but I don't get to decide whether you're pro-Jedi or anti-Jedi, any more than someone gets to decide if I'm pro-Anakin or anti-Anakin, because I criticize some of the stuff he does. If you want my view on things, for me, what it comes down to (in a very, very broad sense, there are always going to be exceptions and each situation should be taken individually, etc.) is in whether there's empathy for the Jedi in the choices they made and why they made them. With me, I don't think joining the war was necessarily the right thing to do, for example. But I defend their choice because I'm not sure what other feasible choices there were when the Republic was set up the way it was (and wouldn't have allowed them to do whatever else they would have wanted) and when there were real lives in danger because the Separatists were murdering and enslaving people, because the Separatists were using people as living shields, because the Separatists were using bio-chemical warfare on worlds. That doesn't mean I think they were actually perfect angels descended from heaven to the mortal plane (much as I joke about it), but that I understand why they made the choice they did, given the limited options they had and can see why it would come across as the only choice, given what the Separatists were doing and who they were trying to protect. Or, like with Obi-Wan, I don't think his decision to keep Anakin in the dark about faking his death was necessarily the right decision, but I understand why I think he did it and I don't disagree with his reasons, especially considering that--from his point of view--the Chancellor's life was indeed on the line and Anakin telling that secret to people (as he is wont to do) could have cost both that life and Obi-Wan's own, if this wasn't a convincing operation. The above are just examples for me personally, not ones meant to start a discussion or anything, but instead to illustrate where I myself think being a pro-Jedi fan is--I have empathy for the choices made and the circumstances that brought about the decisions and the context of often times a lack of other feasible options that would have worked within the setting of the story. But that's my definition and it's not really up to me to declare you either pro or anti, certainly not when it comes to the broad strokes. As for what you're asking in the final bit, without knowing more specifics about you or your situation (and even then WHO KNOWS, PROBABLY NOT ME 😂), I may be off the mark with this, but from my personal experience, here's what I generally find happens: A bunch of Jedi-critical people tend to make a lot of passive aggressive comments about how pro-Jedi fans are annoying for their opinions or have no nuance or don't really understand Star Wars. A lot of pro-Jedi fans are tired of having a) constant, CONSTANT arguments on our posts (I get comments like this literally every single day and I try to mostly let them go, but after awhile it shuts down any urge I have to discuss things with any criticism because it goes nowhere and it keeps getting shoved onto me when I didn't ask for it, which, you know, fair enough, it's the internet, but also I am but one person and it's A Lot after awhile) and so we start drawing firmer lands in the sand because sometimes we just want to have fun celebrating or talking about our faves and yet we constantly get crap about it, in the way that, for example, a Luke Skywalker Is Pure Human Sunshine fan wouldn't. I have no problem with people who are 100% serious that Luke's never done anything wrong in his life! But if I'm going to hear people snidely saying, "Let! People! Have! Flaws!" about the Jedi well, it's hard not to see a double standard when I never see that being applied to Luke fans or Ahsoka fans. (And I don't think it should be applied to them, either!) Nor do I have a problem with people who have criticisms of the Jedi, because not everyone is like the above, I'm

friends with several chill people! I get along with them just fine! But, generally, they're people who respect others' boundaries, understand that arguing about fictional stories isn't more important than the actual person you're having a discussion with, understand that it's possible to disagree without thinking the other person doesn't ~understand~ Star Wars, understand that Jedi fans deal with a lot of shit in this hell fandom (we're not the only ones by any means, but we do get it) and maybe have a little extra care sometimes. I can't speak for any of the rest of fandom, aside from telling you my generalized observations and my own experiences. I can only tell you that, as long as you're kind to other fans, as long as you're willing to give them the same space that you are due in return, I think you can put yourself wherever you like in whatever section of fandom that you want!  (And, for what it’s worth, this comment didn’t ping my senses at all, so I suspect you’d be fine. 💕)

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Anna

Word count: 2,283

Pairing: Devil!Kid x fallen angel!reader

Warnings: swearing ig

A/N: Title is inspired by the same named song by Stone Sour since it fits the atmosphere quite well

The concept is inspired by the beautiful art by @pirate-shrimpi who blessed us w Kid w metal wings

Kid wasn´t your usual ruler of hell. He didn´t even like the place so how the fuck did he end up here? He didn´t even know himself honestly. Sometimes it felt like some cruel joke.

But heaven was just too boring for him, so he lashed out, it wasn´t his fault his piece of shit father couldn´t deal with it.

He had to make hell a place since it was the only thing able to contain his rebellious son after all, quite pathetic in Kid´s opinion.

His father even sunk so low that he sent Killer down with him. Hell was made a prison for Kid, it was made to make him suffer and repent for his sins, but instead he reveled in them. Killer was sent down so Kid would think and come back to his senses but his father didn´t calculate the sheer and utter relief Killer felt to finally be free.

Hell was more spacious and comfortable than one might think, its land was vast, there were many villages and a few bog cities. In one of them the castle was located.

Over time more and more angels fell, the children of the first ones were the first demons, the population grew more and more, making hell prosperous. Everyone worked together to make life great down there, just to spite the angels and god.

It was fun, hell was always a party, becoming its own empire over time. God didn´t send angels down to hell for punishment anymore, knowing it was ineffective. That´s why he built a giant prison in heaven.

No one could escape, it was a cruel fate, doomed for an eternity of isolation. Just until god needed his angels for war, that was when even the prisoners were allowed to be free, free in the sense that they would have the sweet release of death after fighting for a cause they didn´t even believe in anymore.

“Poor fuckers, maybe we should go save them sometime” Killer sighed as the news was heard throughout all of hell.

Kid just shrugged, working on some metal for the concert hall. After all hell was supposed to be fun, everyone helped to build it, Kid wasn´t a king that just laid back and let the others do the work. That would be cowardly.

“Maybe one day, as far as I´m concerned it´s a suicide mission, if we get caught we´re also gonna end up in that prison” he groaned in annoyance, besides what did those angels ever do for him except badmouth him? It was all a joke to him. But then again they were in prison for a reason, his friends would´ve ended up in it too if they weren´t already here. The prison was the alternative to hell. They were the same.

“You know what, fuck it… I got everything to lose but they might as well be our friends” he gave in grumbling.

“Aww, such a martyr, your dad would be proud of you~” Killer snickered, but was glad that Kid agreed. Now they just needed a plan on how to rescue everyone. They certainly had the capacity.

“Fuck you too” Kid barked back at him, going back to the throne room to call a meeting.

The plan they came up with would take place next year, giving them enough time to train and prepare everything. Who knew what could go wrong? And with Kid´s paranoia he always made sure to be prepared for everything no matter how unlikely it was.

“Hey, who the fuck are you?” he barked when he saw you a midst the crowd, it was true, seeing an angel in the middle of demons, especially when they were talking about invading heaven, it did seem more than just a tad suspicious. But it really wasn´t that bad, you were a fallen angel, you´d prove your worth. You were on their side after all.

“Me? I´m just an ally” you told him, kind of naively. Everyone got away from you, making way for the devil to inspect you more closely.

The frown was so embedded in Kid´s facial expressions already you doubted he could soften up even if he wanted to. He mustered you, scoffing and crossing his arms.

“Oh yeah? An ally with feathery wings, how stupid do you think I am?” he asked, his own metal wings scraping the floor behind him before he pointed the edges at you, caging you inside.

It was supposed to be threatening but to you it was utterly beautiful. Such precision, the way the lights illuminated them and brightened up the room all the more.

“I actually think you´re a very smart person, my lord…. Or liege? I don´t really know the correct terminology around here” you awkwardly scratched your head. Kid didn´t find your presence so funny, his glaring eyes made that much clear. But you still had to try, you had a mission here. Well a self assigned one but could one really blame you? Heaven was boring and the prison was horrible, it was what hell was supposed to be, truly terrifying and cruel. And why did you even end up in there? Because you spoke your mind. And your friends were still in there. You took your chances and escaped, it was rough. Especially with all the guards. But somehow you reached your goal: hell. And now all that was left to do was tell Kid your story and the tragic fates of every other one with the same mindset still imprisoned.

“Um well, let´s just say your dad isn´t the biggest fan of free speech and improving heaven to what we actually want, he´s very…. Old fashioned but in the worst way. I think you already knew that though… why else would he have made this place?” you ended your little tale and waited patiently for his answer.

Kid was pacing, sighing and groaning in annoyance while he kept shaking his head and massaging his temples, he looked like an old man, making you chuckle slightly. In the end he came to a halt before you again and stayed silent for a minute.

“And how the fuck is that my problem? I mean yeah it sucks but why did you have to come down here? Couldn´t you just organize a little riot with like minded people up there?” he asked.

“Why do you think we ended up in prison? I almost got killed when some guards almost caught me. I had no other choice but to come here” you explained, the entry to hell was more of an urban myth in heaven, why would god keep it there all those centuries? He couldn´t just have forgotten about it, could he? Maybe he did and that was all there was to it, but somehow you doubted that. You just hoped that the knowledge of its existence wouldn´t fall into the wrong hands.

“So what´s it gonna be? What´s your goal here, I still don´t get it… if you just wanted to escape, sure, stay here as long as you don´t stir up any trouble. But I think there´s more to it, so why don´t you tell me?” he sat back down on his throne, already a bit exhausted from everything that´s been happening today. First the talk of a rebellion and now this… maybe it was fate, who knew. Though he didn´t quite believe in fate. You stood in front of him, looking up with determination in your eyes.

“There´s a door that connects heaven and hell. I bet your father never told you about that. The only reason it´s there in the first place is because he wants to destroy you eventually. But you could also use it to your advantage. If we use it first and surprise them we might even manage to free my friends and be out of there in no time. Then we can destroy the door and you can live in peace forever. My personal goal is the same. I want to live in peace, I don´t want to be put into prison for speaking my mind” you told him earnestly and Kid just sighed.

“Killer, investigate, I´m too tired for this shit right now” he groaned, there was no guarantee that what you were saying was true, it might as well be a trap. Kid couldn´t be too sure these days, he wanted to trust you, it would make things a lot easier, however he just couldn´t. How could he trust someone he just met and didn´t know at all? You could be a spy for all he knew. Killer nodded and took you with him so you could show him the location of the mysterious hidden door.

The sad reality was that it wasn´t hidden at all, it was perfectly mixed into the other doors they used, the ones to the city, to the rooms in the castle. Clever old man. What a bastard.

“They could attack any minute, really… I mean he´s always preparing for war. He´s really paranoid.” you let him know and the two of you hurried back to inform Kid and the others. So his gut feeling was right for once, he wouldn´t fully trust you just yet, it was way too early for that. But he knew that your word was true. So he planted guards in front of the door day and night as he got ready for war as well. The atmosphere was very uncomfortable the next few months, everyone looked over their shoulder and trusted only their closest friends they´ve known since childhood.

Kid was mostly on his own or with Killer. He did talk to you too but not a lot, he still didn´t know if he could trust you and he had doubts about everything lately, he hated his brain for wanting good things, for wanting to trust you, for wanting to believe that everything was going to turn out alright, but he knew that none of that was true. Reality wasn´t all sunshine after all. What he still had to learn was that it wasn´t all rain either.  

The battle itself was horrible. He hated fighting overall, especially people he once trusted and cherished. The same people who eagerly kept driving knives into his back every chance they got. And then there were you. Fighting by his side with Killer and protecting him from some attacks. Kid felt himself relying on you and it not being a mistake he would regret later on. No, you helped him close the door to heaven forever, casting out all the angels on his father´s side and letting his allies in.

And then it was over. Just like that. Everything went quiet around him, his friends were exhausted, so was he. All he wanted to do was go to sleep. And so after checking if everything really was alright and if there were no spies around, he did. He slept for a whole day in which you and the others cleaned up the mess that resulted from the battle. You were actually a great help. Of course it wasn´t a surprise to Killer, you two bonded a bit since you showed him the secret door.

“Kid will get around soon enough too, don´t worry about him. He´s just got a lot of trust issues. I mean they´re justified, but still. I don´t want him to lose hope. I want him to know he still has people he can rely on” he told you and you nodded. You did get that somehow, you never were one to trust easily but you had a good eye for people. At least you thought so. And now with meeting Kid and the others it proved to be true.

“Hey, I do know that, asshole. I just don´t like a lot of people” you jumped slightly when you heard his gruff voice, you didn´t even notice him standing there. He just woke up it seemed, you had to chuckle a bit at that.

“I´ll make you like me, just you wait” you grinned at him, the odds were in your favor after proving you weren´t a spy so Kid let you taunt him for today. He felt like he owed you.

“Oh yeah? You can try but don´t regret if I really do end up liking you. Killer can vouch for that but I can be fucking annoying” it wasn´t like him to be this honest, Killer and you decided to blame it on his lack of sleep because anything else was too unusual. And if you were to address it Kid would simply go back to hide in the walls he built around him. It took Killer long enough to break through to him, you two just enjoyed the few moments of vulnerability he showed, hoping it would last. However Killer knew you had good chances to reach over the walls to get him out of his head for good.

“Why do I feel like you´re proud of that?” you chuckled and Kid just shrugged. “You´re probably right” he admitted quietly, looking around the throne room. It already almost looked like the battle never happened at all. “Man, you work fast. Don´t got any other hobbies?” he remarked teasingly, but in reality he was grateful to everyone for working so hard and helping him out with the tedious work.

“I think kicking angel asses counts as a great hobby” you grinned.

“I mean yeah but I hope it won´t be anything regular, those feathery bastards are a pain in the ass” you noticed that he excluded you from the insult, making you smile to yourself slightly. You knew he´d come around eventually.

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Could you do some hcs for dating the teen titans?

Yes I can!! I just got HBO Max so I’ve been binging both the animated and the live action series haha 😂 Thank you so much for being my first request!

Also I’m guessing you’re referring to the original teen titans, so if you want the new teen titans just shoot me another request!

Dating the Teen Titans Would Include...

No Specified AU

TW: Language

Genre: Fluff

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Word Count: 2.0K (About 0.2K per Titan)

Dick Grayson

You must have an insane amount of patience, truly, to be able to date Dick Grayson

If the joke book he probably carries around isn’t enough, I would’ve been certain that the ego would drive you away but nope you’re still here

And that’s how you both knew that it was true fucking love you’re both inseparable and the Titans know it.

To put things simply... he loves you and the Titans fear you.

While you’re both somewhat easygoing and hospitable, one would do well not to piss off one or the other because you both come as a package deal and you can kick ass when necessary you just choose not to embarrass Dick like that because you could totally outmatch him.

Don’t ask him that though he’d insist that he’d win.

Best not bring up the first time you met or else the Titans would never let him live it down

But in all seriousness, I see the relationship as rather lighthearted and enjoyable, maybe a bit spontaneous too. Want to go to the beach? Done. Want to kick some ass in Gotham? For sure. It’s like a match made in heaven.

Not to mention that the Titans rather look up to you, which is a definite plus. Not just anyone can date the Dick Grayson.

Wally West

As opposed to popular opinion... I’d think that this is a rather slow relationship. 

Speedsters are more than just familiar with how life just flashes by so I think Wally would like to enjoy the relationship at a slower pace, he wants it to last as long as possible.

With that said, you’re both menaces. His speed combined with your cleverness? No one is safe and the Titans know it.

The best moment of your relationship, although this is debatable, was when you and Wally successfully turned the Titan tower into an all-out prank minefield. Trash cans were covered with plastic, buckets of water places on doorways, even wardrobes were switched.

And all done in ten seconds, impressive. Nothing quite like starting a war in the Tower then grabbing burgers after, right?

Kind of cheesy but I can see you both having frequent movie nights that differ in genre according to month. You both probably rotate on who chooses the movie too.

Overall I think you both have a lot of fun together, if I were to compare the “vibes” to something, I would say a summer relationship (that obviously lasts longer than just a summer) where everything is just living life as it goes

Nah because like I said before you guys don’t want to rush things, and you’re always there to remind Wally to just slow down every now and then.

I should probably mention that this is a competitive relationship too, before I go, not everything’s a competition but everything’s a competition, you know? It’s a shame that the Titans often get caught in the cross fire though-

Donna Troy

Oh this one’s fun. Donna’s new to this whole “rest of the world” stuff but luckily she has a wonderful partner who’s willing to teach her everything.

A lot of the relationship consists of you explaining things, but it’s kind of endearing despite Donna’s headstrong attitude towards anything

But Donna is also the kind to be open to learning new things, and you’re open to trying new things. It works like clockwork, you’re both young and willing.

Now these “things” can range from baking cookies to extreme mountain climbing so be prepared for anything in this relationship.

Overall I think the Titans see you both as a really cute relationship, one that anyone could be slightly envious of and one that they’re glad that exists

But despite this loving relationship I think you’d both be absolute machines in a battle, I think one thing that is important to Donna is ultimately respect for each other’s abilities, having grown up on Themyscira and all, and maybe that one battle where you absolutely demolished the enemy was when she really caught interest.

Or not. It could’ve also been when you mistakenly ran into one of the glass walls in the tower and she developed a crush over you while you mumbled a series of curses.

This relationship is strongly built on loyalty, so I think you both would be describes as a pair of ride-or-dies who typically tend to lean towards the latter, especially when trying the more extreme things that Donna asked you about.

But overall I think it’s a really sweet relationship with few bumps, they’re still there but I mean that you’re both good at working through them.

Victor Stone

I feel like this relationship is very classical high school romance, you know?

Like walking to class together, holding each other’s books, stuff like that.

But on the other hand I feel like you’re both a very fun couple to be around, like you know how when you’re with some couples it feels like you’re third wheeling? Not these two. You feel like you’re part of the crew

You guys probably switch between fun couple and parent couple every now and then, I can see the Titans relying on both of you a lot for different things.

You and Victor are definitely the type to play games to determine who buys food, like things as simple as rock-paper-scissors to things as complicated as 8-Ball, and so far you’ve been winning at a ratio of 3:1.

Definitely a very trusting relationship, I feel like you both reach that comfortable stage faster than most, but it feels right, you know? I think you’d both understand that relationships go both ways.

There are probably times where you’re both in a teasing mode too, I think, but they’re mostly light hearted pranks, definitely not anything in the realm of what Wally would do

I kinda want to say that you’re a very active couple in that you both like to go to the gym together and idk take hikes together but at the same time I also want to say that you’re both inclined to stay home and play video games so I guess it’s like a 50/50

I can also see Victor being the type to do small acts of generosity as opposed to like buying gifts to show his appreciation for you, like I feel like he’s more inclined to help you with small tasks when he knows you need it, you know? Overall very cute, hehe

Raven (Rachel Roth)

Now this one’s interesting, you and Raven are certainly an interesting duo, but the most interesting thing would likely be how you met. Let’s say it involved a blood sacrifice, a bat, and a very old bicycle.

No you weren’t trying to summon her someone else was you just ended up being at the wrong place at the wrong time anyway moving on

You’re both the perfect example of opposites attract for more reasons than just one. 

But what makes it better is that you’re always open and willing to learn and understand many of the things that Raven does and she appreciates it a lot

It goes both ways also! She’s always willing to do whatever you ask her to and you both end up having at least some fun even if it happens to be something she isn’t used to.

Random, but I think a favorite pass time for both of you is simply sitting in her room and reading books, weird, I know, but like there’s something inherently romantic about either of you excitedly showing the other a certain passage you both enjoyed or telling them about your book, it’s just so sweet.

She definitely has a personal bias towards you, obviously, Garfield can say a joke and she’d stare at him with a straight face but you could say the exact same joke probably right after him and she would crack a smile and she probably does that on purpose but it still feels nice

You also may or may not have caught on to her incantations and now you may or may not be able to perform these spells but you haven’t tried because you wouldn’t know how to but it’s just telling of how much time you spent together.

I only mention this because there was an event in which you corrected her incantation and suddenly hell fire appeared which she had to figure out how to get rid of and since then you both mutually agreed to both (a) not tell the Titans and (b) not say incantations out loud

Koriand’r (Starfire)

STOP YOU GUYS ARE SO CUTE anyway you’re definitely both kinds to see beauty in everything

Maybe this relationship is rather dangerous considering you’re both curious people and Kori happens to be able to shoot lasers out of her eyes so maybe you should both be just a little more careful

You’re both probably very doting on both each other and the rest of the Titans and although you’re both well intentioned it has become a case of “oh no there’s two of them” but in like a teasing way

I feel like Kori is very open to sharing a lot of aspects about her culture with you, and you have always found Tamaran culture to be beautiful so it fits

Likewise you share a lot of things about your culture too and you both bond over finding ways to combine them together to make a nice fusion of understandings and it’s all a sweet combination

See a big thing about this relationship if that you both put your everything into it, it is an equal push and equal pull kind of thing where you both love each other with everything that you have and it creates this unbreakable bond that even non-supers have come to acknowledge

Though this also results in the both of you frequently being in your own world even when others are around and that’s something you both promised to fix but yeah...

It’s coming around, don’t worry. You’re both making active efforts but sometimes it just slips your mind and whoops

Now this should go without saying but this trust often leads to powerful combinations when in missions, you’re both fiercely loyal to each other and this often plays in overall favor so all is well

Garfield Logan

This is a fun relationship, definitely, and one that’s also very fulfilling.

You’re both definitely an outdoorsy couple, things like hikes, nature walks (which I guess is also a hike but I’ve been told otherwise), trips to the zoo, etc. but this all just builds the relationship

Also a very sweet one! You both have an unlimited amount of energy and love that you’re often expending said energy volunteering somewhere and helping others out

But when it boils down you’re both also very touchy, I think, you both like being together at all times and cuddles are a frequent occurrence but at the will of the other Titans you both do this in privacy

I also feel like this sweetness can also “flip,” so to say. As in if someone messes with either of you in the relationship the other will come running regardless of whether or not they could do anything about it.

To put it short, you both have each other’s back all the time. Literally, like I said you’re both inseparable. 

Despite these I think the relationship would actually be rather lowkey, I don’t think he would be the type to constantly showcase the relationship. I think he’d mention it like once to get it out there but after that he wouldn’t flaunt you around.

I just think that Garfield, even with his usual out and about behavior, is rather modest when it comes to this topic because you’re more to him than just someone to show off, you’re someone who’s important to him and overall he just wants you to be comfortable

If there’s one flaw in this relationship it’s that when you have arguments it’s just horrible, but also rather comedic. Neither of you talk to the other but you both end up still being in the same room together subconsciously. It’s kind of awkward but the coincidences are what makes the other Titans laugh and honestly you both make up within, like, a day or something.