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gizkasparadise · 3 months

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What is the worst, most technically inept drama that you secretly love? Tell us of the best badgood drama, the clunkiest dialogue, the most inexplicable casting, the hideously costumed yet most fun dramas, please.

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dear complete stranger (<3),

man i love badgood dramas so much!!! i chose ones that are flatout objectively not good, but i was glued for them all. here's a few that are jumping out

triad princess (taiwan). it ends on a cliffhanger that will never be continued, the relationship building is non-existent, jasper liu basically plays himself yet still acts like he's doing a community service project, but omg it's cute and hit all the right notes for me. fave bonus is that one of the gangster henchmen falls in love with the FL's best friend, a shy boy who works at a mart and makes youtube covers

hold on, my lady (chinese). a bandit is offered a choice when she's caught during a heist: be executed or marry this aloof but beautiful but delicate son of the general. she chooses the latter, and hijinks ensue. made on a budget of pocket lint and just wacky, im going to rewatch this today, actually. fave bonus moment: the FL falls dramatically down and the ML breaks both his arms instantly when he tries to catch her

thumping spike & thumping spike 2 (korean). the two are barely related, but both deal with a competitive men's volleyball team! thumping spike 1 is about a washed up competitive female player going to coach a high school team to glory (just dont...think too critically about the age difference, there) and the second is COLLEGE EDITION with a love quadrangle between two identical twins, one of whom is a cheerleader for the team, the ace volleyball player who's too cool for school, and the WILDCARD volleyball player who gets mad when people call him gorilla. the second one is definitely worse than the first one, but neither are bringing home awards. i still watched them both in one sitting.

my heart twinkle twinkle (korean). this show is actually insane and a parade of toxic that i can never, in good conscience, ever rec to anyone. but gd did i watch the whole fucking thing. look at this fucking poster. this fucking poster looks like it was doused by a fake snow machine.

premise: Noble But Poor family has 3 daughters: the eldest, who is the caretaker; the middle who is Aloof and Ambitious; and the youngest who is A Fucking Menace. they are lead by their single father, who owns a fried chicken store

Rich but Dysfunctional family also has 3 children: the eldest, who is the only son and a fucking piece of work, the middle who is school colleagues with the other family's middle daughter and a hot mess who loves Da Club, and the youngest, who is clingy and gets into a ton of fights with the other family's youngest but is otherwise ok. they run AN EVIL FRIED CHICKEN FRANCHISE that is poisoning people through subpar ingredients!!

there's so much that's so wrong with this, im going to bullet point it from another post i made:

the entire premise is that there’s a fried chicken restaurant rivalry between two families but somehow there’s murder and slush funds and this guy who owns a string of fried chicken franchises named after himself (yeah) has direct access to seoul’s police commissioner at any given moment

one of the main actresses was involved in a scandal a little over halfway through production so they just….vanish her character/entire plotline like it never happened

the main male lead is toxic personified. him and li chengyin from goodbye my princess could co-author a dating strategy/forced-marriage-after-you-kill-your-girlfriend’s-head-of-household book because jesus christ. he literally screams that he hates women and he ends the drama (rightfully!!) in fucking prison

the second female lead disappears/creates a new identity and becomes a chicken chef student of the world. shes later in a love triangle between a single dad chicken shop interior designer and another vanilla guy

that's right, one guy’s job is he’s an architect for chicken restaurant interiors i cant

the main male lead leaves the main female lead’s father to die in a chicken-coop-themed arsony and then cha-cha slides into the son-in-law’s role during the father’s funeral and later MARRIES the female lead

the main male lead tells the female lead’s father’s grave that HE WON AND DAD LOST because the male lead is standing and the father’s in the dirt?!

a friend/almost!love interest of the second female lead dies tragically in a chicken delivery motorcycle chase????

it's the worst drama i've ever seen. i watched all of it.

kakafukaka (japanese)

this one is so gd weird and unappealing it somehow circled back around and became off-puttingly charming to me? so the premise is that there's a 20something year old woman whose life has gone to shit and she ends up in a sharehome with the most sexually dysfunctional bunch of people in the world. one of these is her ex, who tells her that she's the only one he can get a boner with (yeah) and asks her to help him get over his impotence in order to write his novel (yeah). if you read the whole show as kind of an exploration into sex without romance/love, it's as not bad, and there's something weirdly endearing about everyone--i really love the second female lead akari in particular. but it's not a good show, not by a long shot (MDL rating? 6.6), and the ship is dysfunctional at the very best. the ost somehow is great though?

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speaking of trash dramas with great OSTs, love in sadness has some of my favorite songs:

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okay that's enough for now!!!!

#asks!#kdrama #cdrama #jdrama #triad princess #hold on my lady #kakafukaka #my heart twinkle twinkle #thumping spike #long post

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fallingforfictionalcharacterss · 1 year

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Traitor pt.1

A/N: This is the first part of my mini-series, I really hope you´ll like it. While writing this I mostly stuck to the plot of the books and not the movies, so if you haven´t read the books (for some reason, I really can´t think of now) this might be a bit confusing at some points.

You watched the fire in the fireplace dying slowly. By now, the comfortable warmth it had radiated was fading, still, you and your fellow students were crouching on the couches in front of it and stared into the glow gloomily. Today had been probably the worst day in a long row of bad days. Not only that the DA had been exposed by Umbridge and was now at its end, but also your reckless behaviour had brought Professor Dumbledore in a more than just uncomfortable position, as Harry had told you. Your headmaster was by now on the run, after he had put off Fudge and his henchmen in his office. Now, the school would be fully exposed to Umbridge´s cruel reign. You didn’t even want to think about all the things that might happen in the near future in this school that -until now- had always been a safe haven for you and your friends.

“This is all my fault.”, Harry finally broke the silence and slumped in his seat. “I should have never even started all of this.”

But Hermione was quick to shake her head eagerly.

“If anything, it is my fault. Oh, Harry, you haven´t done anything wrong. This was all my idea.”

“You didn’t even want to do this. We talked you into this, man.”, Ron confirmed.

“But I´m the one who started this. I´m the one who took the lead.”, Harry argued, visibly upset.

“It really doesn’t make sense to put the blame on any of us.”, you cut him off harshly. “This is on Umbridge. And Fudge.”

“But I should have seen this coming. I knew that Umbridge was up to no good.”

“We all knew that.”, Ron said. The boy shrugged his shoulders. “And we all knew that she was going to catch us sooner or later.”

“We can´t change what happened. What´s important now is how we´ll keep going from here.”, you said.

“We won´t do anything anymore.”, Harry stated. “It´s over. We should just forget about it.”

“But there must be something we can do.”, you persisted.

“But Umbridge has the list. She can´t prove that we´ve done something, but she knows that all of us were up to something.”, Ron argued.

Hermione´s gaze shot up and suddenly she seemed to be as energized, as she had been when she had come up with her original idea of founding the DA.

“That´s it, Ron. You´re a genius.”, she stated. Even though you could see Ron flush in the dim light of the fireplace, the look on his face was as questioningly as on Harry´s and yours. But Hermione didn’t seem to notice. “Not all of our names are on the list. Don’t you remember?”

When she grinned at you excitedly, you realized.

Back in the day when everyone had met up in the Hog´s Head, you had been lying in bed with a nasty flue, regretting bitterly that you couldn’t accompany your friends to the very first meeting of the alliance forming against Umbridge. But maybe that exact fact could somehow help you out now. Because while back on that day, everyone had signed up on Hermione´s bewitched list, you hadn’t been there to do so. And by the time of the first meeting, you, as well as your friends, had somehow forgotten about the fact, that officially, you weren’t a part of the DA yet. And if Umbridge would use the list as a register of suspects, your name wouldn’t appear.

“But she still knows that we are friends. And even if there would be no connection between me and any of you at all – what am I supposed to do about the entire situation?”, you asked.

Hermione frowned.

“We have to think of something. And we need to be careful. We can´t allow any mistakes to be made once more.”

You nodded and let out a heavy sigh as you sank back into your seat. Just like Hermione, you weren’t ready to give up the fight yet, but on the other hand, for now, you couldn’t think of a single thing you were able to do in this situation. But as you saw Hermione´s gaze fixed on the fireplace, her brows furrowed and her lips moving constantly, as she talked to herself inaudibly, you strongly suspected that she was already working on a solution for your problem.

And your determination to do something -anything- about what was happening at your school only grew the next day. Because over the night new placates had appeared all over the castle. The Educational Decree Number Twenty-Eight announced that "Dolores Jane Umbridge (High Inquisitor) has replaced Albus Dumbledore as the Head of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry".

Many rumours were spreading around the entire school, suspecting what exactly had happened the day before. Surprisingly, many of them weren’t exactly wrong. At least most people were informed well enough to know that Harry had witnessed the entire scene and now he was bombarded with questions. And no matter how hard Harry tried to shield himself from the curious glances and remarks, somehow someone always found their way to him.

One of those people was Ernie Macmillan. You had always liked the Hufflepuff boy, but sometimes his constant talking got on your nerves. Today was one of those days, but then again it wasn’t that hard to appreciate his chatter, since he not only shared your aversion against Umbridge, but he also wasn’t afraid to say it out loud. And just like that, Ernie and Hermione worked themselves into a rage, gossiping about your new headmaster.

But as Hermione was using a barrage of not-exactly-friendly words to describe her, she was interrupted by a sneering voice.

“Do you really want to finish this sentence, Granger?”

You turned around, facing the boy who had interrupted Hermione´s hate speeches. Draco Malfoy had somehow managed to stalk you and was now standing behind you, accompanied by his friends Crabbe and Goyle and a superior grin on his face, making you suspect, he was up to no good.

And you were right. While the grin on Malfoy´s face only widened, he explained to you, that members of the Inquisitorial Squad had by now the authority to dock points from other students. And he promptly took advantage of his new power, as Malfoy docked five points from Hermione for running her mouth over Umbridge, and once more ten for her being a -as he referred to her- mudblood, five from Ernie for disagreeing with him, five from Ron, for not dressing properly, and five from Harry. With Harry, Malfoy didn’t even look for an excuse to dock points, simply stating that he couldn’t stand him. Finally, the Slytherin turned to you, eying you with a sly grin on his face. Until that moment you had just stood there, watching the scene quietly, simply left speechless by the audacity of the boy. You could feel your heart pumping loudly in your chest, as Malfoy´s grey eyes set on you.

“Let´s see (Y/l/n).” He paused, his eyes scanning every centimetre of your body, searching for something to criticise. You could feel your skin burning under his intense gaze. Finally, Malfoy looked up again, his grey eyes meeting yours. The smile on his face only grew wider as he said: “Five points from you for having such bad taste in friends.”

You looked at the guy in disbelief. It took you a few moments to find your ability to speak again.

“Excuse me?”, you squeezed out, as a part of you was still denying what was going on right now.

“You are excused (Y/l/n).”, Malfoy said in a haughty tone, making Crabbe and Goyle giggle meanly.

As he saw the dumbfounded look on your face, Malfoy just laughed, before he turned on his heel, and walked away.

Only when Malfoy was almost out of sight, you slowly started to process what had just happened. And with the realization setting in, you felt the anger boiling up in you.

“That stupid bastard.”, you hissed, grabbing your wand, ready to fire a nasty curse right at Malfoy´s back. “I´m gonna…”

“You won´t do anything about it (Y/n).”, Hermione cut you off, grabbing you by the wrist. “Not yet.”

“But Hermione, we can´t let him get away with that. We can´t let all of them get away with that.”, you said in a desperate voice.

“Oh, don’t worry. We won´t.”, Hermione said grimly. “And I already have an idea how we will do this.”

A few days had passed since the incident with Malfoy. You and your friends turned the situation over in your minds over and over again. And by now, you knew exactly what to do.

You walked along the corridors of the castle until you finally stopped in front of a pink-painted door. You took a deep breath and knocked.

“Come in.”

You pushed down the handle and slowly opened the door. As it swung open, you squinted. You were genuinely wondering how Umbridge was able to spend her time here. Everything was shocking pink. The walls, the accessories, even some of the furniture. By now you had no doubt that Umbridge´s preferred method of torture wasn’t as effective as if she would just lock up the students inside this room for an hour. There was no way anyone would ever want to risk getting in here ever again. As your gaze wandered, you noticed the many cat pictures on the walls. Even if the situation was more than serious, you had to fight a small smile that threatened to appear on your face. You were absolutely certain that Professor McGonagall had taken it as a personal offence when she had realized what Umbridge´s favourite pet was.

Finally, your gaze settled on the desk in the middle of the room. You could have taken the Professor for a part of her office as well since her entire outfit was matching with the walls behind her perfectly. You could see that your arrival surprised her. Umbridge raised an eyebrow questioningly, nevertheless, the toadlike smile on her face was the same as usual.

“Miss (Y/l/n). May I ask you what brings you here?”, she said. Her voice was sweet like honey, but not in a good way. You could see her eyes glistening suspiciously.

You shifted from one foot to the other, your hands buried inside the pockets of your cloak.

“I… I would like to talk to you about something Headmistress.”, you said.

Calling Umbridge like that was even harder than you had imagined. Your voice shook slightly, and you had to bring up all your courage to not pull a face in disgust. But luckily, even if Umbridge would notice how nervous you were, that wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing.

“Well, have a seat then.”, Umbridge said and pointed at the chair on the opposite side of her desk.

You mumbled a small “Thanks.” as you sat down. Umbridge placed the cup of tea she was holding in her hand on the desk and looked at you.

“So, Miss (Y/l/n), tell me. What is your concern?”

“I… would like to talk to you about… About what happened earlier… the day Professor Dumbledore… disappeared. About the DA.”

You could see Umbridge´s googly eyes widen. The corner of her mouth twitched upwards as her hands clenched around the armrest of her upholstered chair.

“The DA?”, she said in an even higher-pitched voice than usual.

“Dumbledore´s Army.”, you clarified. As if she didn’t know.

“Very well. So you confess that you have been a part of it?”

You shook your head, even if it broke your heart to do so.

“I haven’t. But I… knew. About some things.”

“Miss (Y/l/n), I really appreciate the fact that you came here. But do you really want to tell me that you haven’t been a part of all of this? That all of your friends have done those awful things, but you were completely unaware of it?”

“I wasn’t unaware of it, Professor. I simply wasn’t involved. Harry has told us that you have seen the list with all the members. You know I´m not on it.”

“And why are you telling me this?”, Umbridge said, by now sounding slightly impatient.

“Because I know that what the others have done was wrong. I knew it back then and now I´m certain. I also know that their resistance is pointless. For my part, I want to be on the right side of this. And this is yours.”

Umbridge nodded slowly, her gaze fixed on you. For a few moments, she remained quiet. Then she let out a small sigh and smiled at you sweetly.

“My dear, I feel like this is going to be a longer conversation. Would you like to have a cup of tea?”

You felt your stomach drop. You knew what was about to come, you had talked the scene through several times, yet, you could feel the palms of your hands beginning to sweat. But you put on your sweetest smile and nodded.

“Yes please.”

Umbridge returned your smile and flicked her wand. From a sideboard, a tea service flew towards you and landed on the desk. Your hands shook slightly as you raised the cup to your lips. You could feel Umbridge´s gaze burning on you. When the warm porcelain touched your lips, you squeezed your eyes, trying to focus on a certain point in front of you. And in your head, you repeated the words all over again: Evanesco. Evanesco, evanesco, evanesco.

You gulped heavily, even though your mouth was dry before you put the cup back on its saucer.

Umbridge´s gaze fell on the cup, as well as yours. You couldn’t help but let out a small sigh. The cup was by now half empty.

Umbridge, who had seen the same, nodded with a pleased look on her face.

“Tell me, how are you feeling Miss (Y/l/n)?”, she asked you in a mellow voice.

“Good.” Your voice broke. You cleared your throat. “Good. I´m just a bit nervous.”

Umbridge smiled contentedly.

“There is no need for that my dear. It´s just the two of us. And we both want the same, don’t we?” You nodded. “So, why don’t we continue where we left off?”

“The DA?”

“Exactly.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Just tell me everything you know about it.”

Umbridge leant back in her armchair and folded her hands.

“Well, I don’t know exactly much.”, you hesitated.

“That doesn’t matter. Every little detail could be important.”

You deliberated a few seconds before you started.

“They were still at the very beginning. Professor Dumbledore had asked Harry to build the group. This was supposed to be the first official meeting.”

“The first official? So there have been interactions before?”

“I only know about one. They all met up to plan everything.”

“Who is all?”, Umbridge asked.

You shrugged your shoulders.

“I can´t be sure, I wasn’t there. But I suspect everyone from the list.”

“And what was your plan? What did you want to achieve with those meetings?”

“As I already said, I wasn’t a part of that.”, you pointed out. “But I know Dumbledore has asked Harry to teach the students how to fight.”

Umbridge´s hands clenched around her own cup of tea.

“To fight?”, she whispered breathlessly.

You nodded.

“Dumbledore held the view that the purely theoretical teaching in Defence Against The Dark Arts wasn’t enough. He wanted us to gain practical experience. And in his eyes, we didn’t do so in your class.”

“Obviously just an excuse.”, Umbridge interrupted you. “His goal was clearly a different one. The only purpose of this association was to form an army to bring down the ministry.”

“I don’t think so.”, you busted out. You bit your lip the very next moment, regretting your words.

But Umbridge didn’t seem to care. She threw you a compassionate smile.

“My dear, I totally understand that you want to think so. He had been your headmaster ever since you attended this school. But you have to understand that Dumbledore isn’t the man you all thought he was. Do you understand?”

By now, you bit your lip so hard, you could taste the metallic flavour of your own blood. But you nodded anyway.

“It´s just… so hard, you know? I always thought he was such a great man. And now he has done all those awful things. In the beginning, I thought that he might be innocent, but now that he´s on the run… I mean, why should he disappear when he isn’t guilty? But all of my friends still believe in him. And now they are all turning against me, just because I have doubts.”

Who hadn’t any doubts anymore, was Umbridge about your sincerity. By now you were absolutely certain that you had pulled the woman on your side. She tilted her head and threw you a -what she thought was- warm smile.

“I know my dear. But I can assure you that you have done the exact right thing. I am very proud of you.”

About half an hour later, you were still sitting in Umbridge´s office. The tea had by now gotten cold. Your Professor had asked you several questions about the DA, Professor Dumbledore and your friends. You had answered all the questions patiently.

“Well, I think that´s it. For now.”, Umbridge finally said with a sly grin on her face. “Or is there anything else you think you have to tell me?”

You pondered for a moment.

“The Galleons.”, you finally said. “The members were handed bewitched Galleons to communicate with one another.”

Umbridge nodded eagerly and scribbled down something on the pink parchment in front of her, which she had started to use halfway through to make sure she would remember every small detail you told her. Then she put down her quill and looked at you.

“Thank you very much, my dear. I really appreciate your effort. And it will be rewarded. Ten points to Gryffindor.”

You smiled.

“Thank you, Headmistress.”

Umbridge mirrored your smile.

“You earned it. You know what I told you. Good students will be rewarded, while bad students will be punished. Congratulations Miss (Y/l/n), you really honoured your house today. You have been really brave indeed.” Oh, if she only knew how much you had been. “You may leave now.”

You thanked the Professor with a sweet smile on your face and got up. When you had almost reached the door, you stopped.

“Headmistress?”

“Yes, my dear?”

“My friends… They won´t get in trouble for what I have told you, will they? I mean, I know what they have done wasn’t right, but I´m sure they wouldn’t have done it if they wouldn’t have been talked into it.”

“Don’t worry. I am very much aware of the bad influence Dumbledore had on his students. But from now on, that will change.” She threw you a tight-lipped grin. “So please tell your friends that from now on they will be responsible for their actions. And if they decide to keep on showing bad manners, I will take action.”

“I highly doubt that they will still listen to me after what I have done today.”, you responded glumly.

“They will understand that what you have done was for the good of all.”, Umbridge said softly.

You nodded.

“Thank you for your time, Headmistress.”

“Any time, my dear.”

Only when you pushed down the handle, Umbridge held you back once more.

“Miss (Y/l/n)?”

“Yes Headmistress?”

“Why don’t you attend the next meeting of the Inquisitorial Squad? By now there aren’t any Gryffindors in the group. But I want all students to be represented. I am sure we all can benefit from this collaboration.”

If she only knew how much you would benefit from this.

“I would love to. Thank you, Headmistress.”

And with that, you finally left.

But as you returned to the Gryffindor common room, the other students threw you some deadly glances and whispered with one another. And for the rest of the day, no one said a word to you, and everyone treated you with contempt.

pt.2

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bruciemilf · 2 years

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Do you have any more jaykori headcanons? They're so sweet!

I'M ALWAYS A SLUT FOR RAREPAIRS

So it's pretty wide reach that Jason's body is always just a touch colder than anyone else's, and for that reason he avoids physical contact with anyone, right? STAR DOES NOT HAVE THAT PROBLEM

Jaybaby is touch starved and she's like, EAT UP *hugs him for one thousand years* she's the big spoon, he's the little spoon, but they switch

Jason absolutely has her as his lockscreen. As soon as he learned how to handle a phone that couldn't break floors, that's the first thing he did. He has blurry, amatory shot pics of his family but hers looks like it was snapped by Da Vinci

STAR ABSOLUTELY LOVES THE WAYNES SEND TWEET! SHE LOVES THAT HE'S A FAMILY MAN! SHE LOVES THAT HE'S A DADDY'S BOY EVEN IF HE WON'T ADMIT IT!

Puppy eyes, aka Jason's Todd ultimate bane " Your father invited us to dinner, we should go! I know you love being around them. Pleaaaaase?" "...Fuck you and your puppy eyes, truly."

Whenever Jason's mad at her, he speaks a made up, non existent langauge just to annoy her. Is this a ploy to get more kisses from her? Maybe so.

When STAR is mad at him, she'll hide all his jackets and also draw on the red hood helmet. Or just call him cutesty nicknames in front of his henchmen

THEY DO NOT IGNORE EACHOTHER WHEN THEY'RE MAD!! these two dangerous cinnamon buns can't handle it

Star feels the need to stay in contact with Blackfire and try to reform her (even tho she literally sold her into slavery and forced her into an arranged marriage and - this isn't a Blackfire friendly account srry) and Jason is NOT with that

He sees Blackfire and its on sight; Will it get him send to the ER with 3rd degree burns and 90% of his body in a cast? Yes. Fuck off tho you're not talking to my girl -

BATTLE COUPLE BATTLE COUPLE BATTLE COUPLE -

Jason has no idea they're technically married apparently- Star is surprised, oh, I thought you knew? Of course we can break the matrimonial vow if you-

Jason, cutting his finger with a book page: GOOD LUCK TRYING TO RETURN ME WHEN YOU ALREADY OPENED ME

She makes him try Tamaranian dishes and he eats every single one. The disturbing part is that he actually likes some of them

#YOUR HONOR THEMMMMMM #jason todd #starfire #koriand'r #jaykori #jaykory #jayfire #jason x kory #dc #dc comics #text post #headcanons #dc imagines #redhood and the outlaws #rhato

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chaotic-orphan · 1 year

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Villain’s gift, pt. 3

@enteredin2eternity idk why it’s not tagging properly but this one is for you if you see it

Part one here

Part two here

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Villain didn’t bother waiting until dinner. Their mind was reeling at Supervillain’s gift for their birthday. Hero. Their hero.

So villain strut down the hall and threw open the doors to Supervillain’s map room. Supervillain was standing talking with Henchmen at the far end of the map of the city, expression hard and when Villain entered Supervillain’s eyebrows rose in surprise.

“Villain. Finished with your gift so soon?” Supervillain asked, a strained smile on their face. Supervillain turned their wrist to look at their watch and then back at Villain with a frown. “I thought we said dinner?”

“I asked you if you had hero,” said Villain. “You lied to me.”

Supervillain’s mouth twisted on their face and they leaned over to henchmen. “Give us the room.”

The henchmen obeyed and they walked out the same way Villain walked in, closing the doors behind them. Villain didn’t think about this part. The part where they were alone with supervillain. The most powerful person in the city. It didn’t come up in their rage induced brain to what they’d actually say to supervillain.

“I asked you. Not once, or twice. I asked you every week if you knew what happened and you lied to me.”

“I didn’t want to ruin your surprise,” supervillain said unapologetically. “Plus they weren’t ready yet.”

“Weren’t broken, you mean.”

Supervillain’s eyes cut into villain’s and Villain’s blood ran cold. “Careful Villain. I like you. Don’t mistake that for kindness, I still demand respect in my home.”

Villain swallowed hard and looked away, folding their arms over their chest. “Don’t pretend you got hero for me. You just needed them off your little chessboard so you could move the pawns more freely.”

Move me more freely, villain didn’t say.

Every week Villain went to supervillain, begging them to help them find hero and every week Supervillain promised they would help villain. They had grown close over the time, when it was all based on a lie. Supervillain had known where hero was the entire time. They just didn’t tell them.

“Why can’t it be both, Villain? Why must it be one of the other, hmm?” Supervillain asked, walking around the table and down towards where Villain stood. “Why can’t it be that yes, I wanted them off the table, and when I finally did my one purpose for them was to give to you. You know I don’t keep prisoners,” supervillain said, a gentle hand on Villain’s arm.

“I did this for you. I knew you’d be so happy.”

“I am,” said Villain. Happy they were still alive. “But —“

“No,” supervillain said sharply. Villain turned their body to face Supervillain now.

“You didn’t even hear my request.”

“I don’t need to. I am not releasing hero so they can run back to the agency, Villain. No. I still need them off the board.”

“And if I release them?” Villain asked looking supervillain in the eyes. It was a mistake. They knew it was a mistake the minute they opened their mouth.

Villain had barely got the words out when supervillain pinned them to the table. Villain’s back arching their feet still on the ground and they gasped as their shoulders hit the hard wood of the table, supervillain standing above them, a hand on their throat.

“If you release them, villain, that would be very naughty. You know what happens when you’re naughty, don’t you?”

“Fuck you,” villain gasped, trying to relieve some of the pressure on their neck.

“On the contrary,” supervillain purred, stepping between villain’s legs and pushing them open, unable to close them with supervillain’s hips keeping them open. “Fuck you.”

Villain gave up their struggle and just stared at supervillain who smiled down at them. “If you must,” supervillain continued hand going from villain’s neck down to their chest and then placing both hands on their waist they said: “you can play with hero. I’ll allow it. You can fill your days with whatever the fuck you two do. But if hero tries to escape, I’ll kill them and take you as my prisoner instead, is that understood?”

“Yes,” Villain breathed and Supervillain’s fingers tightened on villain’s waist.

“Yes what?”

Villain didn’t reply. Instead they leaned up and kissed supervillain. Supervillain responded immediately, going to deepen it when they pulled away and said: “after dinner. I have matters to attend to. You know what I want. Now go. See you later.”

“Thank you supervillain,” villain said and walked away far happier than before. Meanwhile supervillain stood in the map room, frowning at the spot where villain was and wondering why they had such an effect on them…

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second-axis-point · 1 year

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Paring: Joel Miller x Male Reader

Warnings: None

Content: Fluff

A Bad Day

It had been a really tough day for Joel. He had missed breakfast, spooked his horse by accident, slipped and fell on his ass in front of everyone, ran out of coffee, and got a snowball to the face via Ellie. He was irritable and just wanted to forget this day had ever happened. He slowly shuffled to your place. He would love to crawl into bed with you and fall asleep in the comfort of your arms. The thought warmed his very being but he didn’t let it show. Keeping his trademark scowl on his face, he shoves his shoulder into the house.

He called out for you before he remembered you were out scouting and wouldn’t be back until sundown. So to pass the time, Joel grabbed your guitar, the one that he had given you on your first birthday you spent together, and started to pick the strings absentmindedly.

Before he knew it, the sun had started to set and he heard your footsteps outside of the front door. He heard the sweet sound of your voice. You were saying goodbye to someone, probably the people you were out with. He watched you walk in with a content grin on your face. You looked over at him, on the couch with a weary demeanor and your guitar in hand. You set down your pack and sat down on the couch next to him.

You leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss on his temple. You saw a small smile start to bloom. So you kissed him again, this time on the cheek. Then you put your hand over his and kissed his forehead, it earned you a chuckle. Then you kissed his nose. Finally you moved down to his lips.

Slowly, you took the guitar from his grip and set it down next to you. You ran your hand up his torso to the nape of his neck. You pulled back and Joel sighed. His eyes were closed and he looked tired. You scooted closer and let him slump onto your shoulder. He mumbled something into your shirt but you just pulled him even closer. You laid back and pulled the older man on top of you. You both grunted and had to shift to find a comfortable position but you made it work.

Before either of you could even think about drifting off to sleep, Ellie, Dina, and a bunch of kids busted in with snowballs. They started chucking them at you and Joel. Swears and snowballs flew through the air. Ellie and her minions retreated back outside and waited for you at the door. Wet and cold, you and Joel shared a look. You got up and followed them outside, Joel in tow. You dodged snowball after snowball before taking cover behind a truck.

“Take it easy on the old guys! They might hurt themselves!”

You heard Ellie yell. You chuckled. Joel made it to the truck, hunkering down next to you. You laughed as he started to stack near-perfect snowballs in front of you. You grabbed a few and started throwing them at the kids. You made sure that they wouldn’t hurt the little shits but you weren't losing this battle. Taking a chance, you moved away from the cover of the truck and chucked a few more snowballs before getting hit yourself. You dropped to your knees and flopped onto your back.

“Joel! I’m hit!’

You yell out. You threw your head back dramatically and put an arm over your forehead. You saw Dina encouraging a few of the younger kids to start rushing you. The little shitheads started throwing themselves on top of you, covering you in snow. You laughed at Joel when he ran out from behind the truck to try to ‘save you’. You watched as he too was pelted with snowballs. He fell to the ground and started to army crawl toward you.

“I got you soldier.”

Joel had a huge grin on his face. He leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. He was surprisingly warm for being smothered in snow for half an hour. You smiled and pulled him closer. You heard the kids shout ‘eww’ and make gagging noises while Ellie and Dina clapped and yelled.

“Alright dudes let's move. We have more targets to take down!”

Ellie rounded up her henchmen and took off pelt other innocent people who are just trying to enjoy their day. Joel pulled back and laughed. He clambered off you and offered you a hand to help you up. He took a second to catch his breath and then brushed the snow off himself. You did the same and the two of you went back inside. You saw the trail of water that was left behind, and sighed. After cleaning up and taking showers, you and Joel sat down to eat.

“We got our asses kicked.”

You broke the comfortable silence, causing Joel to chuckle.

“I think we might be gettin’ old.”

You smiled at the thought of getting old with Joel.

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x male reader #joel miller x you #i love joel miller #x male reader #x reader #male reader #reader insert #male reader insert #tlou show #tlou series #tlou hbo #tlou #i love pedro pascal #bella ramsey

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junemermaid · 4 months

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ohoho, tell me about 'happened on the way to the pier'! *Is* it a 'A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum' crossover like my brain is insisting it must be?

Alas that it is not a crossover! I have many regrets.

This is a fic that only exists as a jumble of notes and a conversation with an RL friend (also into NiF), BUT if I ever flex my humour muscles enough to pull it off, it will go thus:

Li Gang and Zhen Ping really need to make it to a river boat departure at the other end of a picturesque village somewhere in the sticks of Da Liang. On the way there, they will encounter certain difficulties, such as:

someone's goat is missing. it is their only goat, and as gentlemen of the Jiangzuo Alliance LG and ZP are honour-bound to help.

Zhen Ping gets recognised and challenged to a duel by an old enemy. a tavern brawl may ensue.

a young lady is fleeing from a distasteful marriage and they need to disguise her and bring her onto the boat with them. between here and the pier, she may decide she'd rather marry one of them instead.

there is a herb they have to buy from the village apothecary for the Chief's treatment. if they don't, Lin Chen will be extremely cross.

and various other escapades that may or may not somehow feed into a scheme Mei Changsu has going on in the background.

In the end, they make the boat. Happy ending because this is a strictly funny fic about two very tired henchmen and public transport (because this was a prompt in the NiF holiday exchange and I very much wanted to write a treat before the holidays intervened).

I'm not sure this will ever happen, but the thought of it delights me.

#meme me #june answers #nirvana in fire #the writing life #fic by j #sinni-ok-sessi

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beelzebubbutachef · 2 years

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What if Yuu accidentally summon a child from a unknown timeline ?! Part 3

02 | ... | 04

Awaiting your doom, you stayed still but you were slapped literally back to reality by someone when nothing happen after a few moment.

"oh shoot. I'm still alive...? Sadge." You complained which made the person who slapped you before, once more slap you back to your sanity this time.

"Can you please stop that..." You now complaining about the pain of your cheeks getting abuse. You rub your cheeks and thought of something. 'I wonder if people would think it be weird if I said I want to be slapped again...' your mind state is now processing that a super star just slapped you.

Even through it's a super star of another world, being slapped by one, is one out hundred percent chances of happening.

"epel epel did you get that scene recorded? Ahahahahahaha. A comedic gold sight of a drama queen. Ahahaha."(ace)

"of course! I'll send it later!"(Epel)

"you two! Your both being mean!"(deuce)

"I'll send you one too!" (ace)

"...send me that now! Ahahaha"(deuce)

You heard your friends laughter's and you suddenly have an urge to throw the kid at their direction like a pokemon to KO their chodasaurus rex.

You take a deep breath and swallow the desire for vengeance. You will do it later. You look around and realize that Ortho is being hold captive by Epel Unique magic and there still your senior Bylur dying in the floor by laughter's with idia who seems to be lying in the floor like a dead corpse, not moving even a bit.

"Yuu..." The principal starts and you no longer want to hear more of his chitchat. You know you have no way to say to this, this person is going to blackmail or make you do it either way. So you listen while the kid who seems to like you enough to stay glue around your feet listen, in silently.

"what's your name?"

"..."

"do you like chocolate or vanilla?"

"..."

You want to hit a child but would not want to be sent to jail for child abuse. You been asking the child for the nth time 20 question quiz, you will get to know him better and try to defend him from being tormented by people who hate his guts for the evil deeds he did in one day.

Vil who happen to listen in to your chitchat with the child takes an apple and throw it to the young one. Through you did hear him whisper his unique magic.

The moment the child caught the apple with sparkling eyes. Vil eyes stared down at him like an evil man.

"name." He ask the child, who froze up and start to speak.

"...Ligma-" you stared waiting for him to finish his full name but you saw him smirk, his smirk reminded you of someone. " Ball. "

You sure don't know what to say but this kid is daring. And you have to stop Vil from choking him like from Simpsons.

After a long chat with Vil that this is just a kid, maybe his parents told him that never talk to stranger and such. He rolled his eyes but seems agree on that way the child parents teach him, the world is dangerous for kids after all.

But in this case through. Everyone in the world is in danger around the child instead.

Some time later, when your force to stay with Vil since it's the two of you who's paired up and gain this mess. Making you stay at his dorm, since he reject the idea of staying at your dorm.

"dirty and beat up place that principal don't even pay a cent to fix? You expect me to go there ? And to live there?" -says the super star who once stayed at that place some time ago.

You actually want to go back to your cozy bed that clearly not dirty and now fix because of good fae friend of yours. but the child won't leave you be. He will cry like a siren and wake up the undead. He will also do this when you go to your dorm with him, might as well add that he taken vil room as his own room. The moment he saw it.

"MY ROOM, MY ROOM!!" says the child who climb to the bed with his dirty cloths. It was a force of three people to stop the adult from commiting first degree murder.

"henchmen. Your going to stay to this dorm then? It mean I'm the full dorm warden for whole night!" Grim who happen to asleep the whole day of the mess visited you at Pomefiore after hearing the news from Ace and Deuce.

He was laughing when he recalled it through. It seems that he watch some clips of the video you sent to your friends.

"thanks grim. I'll give some can tuna once this is done." You pat grim head which made him smirk as if his proud of himself that his very trustworthy to be left on his own.

You watch Grim left from the window, and heard the door open.

Currently you were in the living room of the dorm while others are force to put beauty product on their faces. Your also force but your first on in line, with the help of the beautiful dorm head to do it with you. He was doing it very aggressively it made you rub your cheeks when you remember what happen.

──❀*̥˚───❀*̥˚─ An Hour and haft before->

Vil, squish your cheeks and with a smile he began to chat with you: say prefect, do you know how lucky you are right now?"

You don't know if drowning and suffocating from beauty product ever happen to be the cause of someone death, you felt, your going to be the first one from how thich his applying it and almost leaving no space to breath. "whwut... Hwelpwwwwpp---" your voice is shut as he put a lip mask and coldly stared at you as if warning you, that if you drop the lip mask—thats not the only thing that's going to drop on the floor.

He began to pull out some face massager from a cabinet. And those things scares you as you saw it light some electric current and shadowed his face that look menacingly villain.

"if your going to stay here, you need to follow the rules of my dorm. And we don't allow potatos here. Only beautiful human." You felt insulted but you can't say but internally screams as make over takes horror to next level.

<-present time ───❀*̥˚───❀*̥•

You unconsciously back away when you saw it's Vil with the Mini Vil who look very refresh as if he went to a manicure and spa day.

The mini one eyes sparkle when he saw you and went to hug your legs again. You still don't understand why this kid seems attach to you but still run away from you two earlier and cause trouble to people future generation.

Speaking of future generation...' you remember what happen to Vil earlier and began a talk you probably would regret not a second later:

"hey vil how's your sperm count? Haha weren't you KOed earlier ? I'm worried if your genes gonna end with you--AHAHAHAA--"you felt very confident that you laugh but you saw a demon raise from hell when you stared back to the fellow prefect.

" OH MY SEVEN IM SO SORRY PLEASE DONT BEAT ME UP!!" You cower behind the sofa. You do know Vil can pack a punch and beat people up without even using his magic on you.

"how nosy. It's already late yet you still yell?" You heard him sigh as he close the light in the living room. You felt you pass a deficult challenge when you realize he won't beat you up. You heard a soft giggle from the child beside you.

"that ugly old man wear a cup. His acting earlier." It's the cutest voice and the longest sentence that this kid probably says. You can't help but want to pinch his cheeks when you saw him smile. But you stop yourself. You don't want to seems odd than you already are to the adorable angel!

"wait what..." You realize what he said. 'Vil was acting earlier? But why? Does he think I'm annoying or something.' you wonder which you probably agree on and left it slides. You have no other answer to that statement after all.

"huh..? So you do know. What a talented child. I wonder who's your parents are." Vil seems amuse by this as well interest about how the child seen through his acting.

"also who do you call ugly just now?" Vil grip on the child head with a menising smile on his face.

"YOU! YOUR UGLY AND OLD." Says the child who look exactly like Vil.

You hopelessly smile and take out your phone to record but you were both glared at by those two copy cat.

"NO VIDEO AND PHOTOS ALLOWED." Vil/mini vil

Sadge...' you thought as your force to listen to the two have a wonderful chat.

It was super late when the child slept, and he shamelessly made the three of you share a bed with him in between. Since he call Vil bed his and dragged you in it. Vil refuse to sleep on the floor and the bed is huge anyway.

He did lock the room door and window for any wild rook around to spy on you guys.

You stared at the ceiling while you felt the child hugging you like no tomorrow.

Speaking of rook. You remember rook joke earlier.

"hey vil are you asleep?" You quietly called out to him, fearing it will wake up the child if your too loud.

"you better have a good reason to be awake at this time, potato." You heard him from the opposite side of bed.

"do you know, earlier Rook joked about something. He keep claiming the child have same color of iris like mine And cringe implying about some cliche plot of summoning future child of ours ahaha..." You happily says this which you actually think the most hilarious thing you heard in this world. First off, you two aren't even that close to be best friend or in a relationship.

"...that's impossible." You heard him says

"I know right--" you laugh but choke when you hear his next words.

"clearly his someone from grandchildren era than a future child. I saw his crumble paper with his present time date. His quiz don't even look pleasing to look at. He better learn more than he knows how to kick someone weak spot or else his just a muscle brain potato." He seems like his talking about weather when he says those.

"..." Suddenly you don't what to say more of this topic. Two things comes in mind:

1.) Is Vil schoenheit high by how he calmly chat about this?!

2.) if this kid really what you think he is. GOTT DAMN CROWLEY HE DID NO HELP OF YOUR SITUATION OF GOING BACK HOME AT ALL!!!

To be continued

Author note: I would probably write a point of View of Vil for the next chapter.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #vil schoenheit #twisted wonderland vil #twisted wonderland vil schoenheit #vil schoenheit x reader #vil x reader #twisted wonderland Yuu #twisted Yuu

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levy120 · 7 months

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Burn Your Bridges

[PART 1: Foreign]

[PART 2: Advertisement]

[PART 3: Blood Money]

[PART 4: Tit for Tat]

Rating: PG

Words: 2300

Genre: Introspection, Character Deconstruction/Analysis, Speculation, AU

Lore: Rayman 2, Captain Laserhawk speculation

Characters: Rayman, Razorbeard, Globox, Ly

Summary: Rayman returns to the Glade.

AN: Oh look! It's an all new chapter that wasn't planned :') See also on: [dA] | now also on [ao3]

See also: [Part 1] | [Part 2] | [Part 3] | [Part 4] | [You are here]

More like this: [Rayman Oneshots Masterpost]

A group of Henchmen escorts Rayman to Razorbeard where he's received... with a surprising welcome.

"Rayman!" Razorbeard says "I see Eden's been doing you good! You fine looking."

"Cut the crap," Rayman says, eliciting a tinny chuckle from Razorbeard.

"You know why I'm here."

"I know, I know," the pirate says with a hint of excitement as he hops from his seat and approaches Rayman. He eyes one of the hands hanging by his side before looking up at the Limbless with a devilish glint in his optics as he offers his own.

"It's a pleasure doing business with you." of all people.

Rayman has to hold himself back from crushing Razorbeard's hand in his palm.

---

As Razorbeard leads him down the prison ward, Rayman feels his skin crawl from the sight of the familiar walls.

They’re just like he last saw them, lined with cages. An assortment of trapped creatures blink up at him in confused hope. Rayman’s name is a whisper in the halls.

It's a cacophony before he knows it. Cries for help. Confusion about why he's following Razorbeard. Or looks so different.

And the endless question of why he just keeps moving along instead of setting them free.

He's avoiding his eyes, running the gauntlet. Just tries to not lose Razorbeard's trail.

Don't even think about getting lost in here. Just... don't think about it.

It was too easy to forget just how many there were still trapped upon Razorbeard's prison ship.

And Rayman is here to get just one.

His feet stop moving as the guilt comes crashing down. The disappointment he's going to leave in his wake.

He is not helping.

One slave is just a drop in the desert.

…

But it's the first drop, he thinks, clenching his fist.

Just the first step.

If he were to free them now…

He'll draw Razorbeard's anger.

Razorbeard's anger will infuriate his boss.

And his boss will call retribution in ways Rayman doesn't want to think about.

"Desolé," he breathes.

…and moves on.

---

Globox is sleeping when Rayman catches up with Razorbeard in front of his cell. Compared to his old one, Globox merely has wooden bars to keep him contained.

He almost doesn't want to wake him.

The large frog looks rather peaceful. And maybe a little like he hasn't eaten in… a while.

Rayman looks forward to changing that.

Razorbeard very calmly finishes spanning an umbrella and then starts lifting the wooden gate with the press of a button.

As soon as its height allows for it, Rayman slinks into his friend's cell.

"Globox!"

He doesn't know why, but he'd expected this to be different. For Globox to be happy to see him. But the large frog barely stirs.

"What's up with him? What did you do?!" Rayman glares at Razorbeard who merely shrugs.

"Guy's been on a diet. He's just overdramatic."

Razorbeard sees the Limbless's gaze harden and his hands ball into fists.

"Now hold your shells. He's fine. We just had to make sure he's not up to pulling his little stunt," Razorbeard points the umbrella at Rayman, "You do recognize the concept of self preservation, don't you?"

With an angry puff Rayman's attention returns to his friend, the state of which makes him deflate immediately.

He pulls the limp body into a hug, scared by how easy his weight makes it.

"It's gonna be okay," He vows, "I'm getting you out of here. You'll be fine, I promise."

After one last squeeze that elicits a slight murmur from the large frog, Rayman removes himself from Globox and steps up towards the robot.

"What about his children?"

"A deal's a deal," Razorbeard admonishes, "But I can make you a batch offer for the next time."

"But you're feeding them?!"

Razorbeard raises his hands placatingly.

"They’re… not a threat," he explains, "And don't need quite so much per mouth."

Rayman is visibly mulling over the words. His jaw locked.

"Fine," Rayman almost snaps. "I'll pay extra for you to increase their rations. Please bring him to my ship. My boss will cover all expenses."

"Aye, Aye," Razorbeard signs off almost too enthusiastically, "Before I let you two leave, would you like to see Ly? I had her brought here specifically because I knew you were coming."

"What?"

Ly was… here? On the pirate ship???

Rayman thought she'd been holding up the fort since he'd been captured! But then again, how long ago has that been?

He feels his gut churn at the mere idea of seeing her again behind bars. That's… not at all how he'd thought this would go.

"Come on. As a treat between business partners. I'll let you say hi. I'm sure she will be thrilled to see you."

Rayman hesitates but his heart is threatening to run away from him. Whether from fear or anticipation he does not know. YES he wants to see Ly again but-

"I'm not sure that's the best idea right now."

"Fine," Razorbeard remarks, "I'll tell her you weren't interested."

That's worse!!!!

"On, second thought!" Rayman rushes after the little pirate after he'd already turned to leave.

"Yes, I'd love to see Ly."

---

"Oh, Rayman! It's really you! I thought Razorbeard had sold you off!"

"I did," the Admiral pipes proudly.

"He did," Rayman confirms with a side glance at the robot casually regarding the bolts of his knuckles.

"But I'm here now!" Rayman says.

He’s up to the bars of her temporary cell. Her slender hands are reaching through to cup his cheeks and his on hands reach for hers to know she’s real.

It makes his heart simultaneously soar and cry out. It's good to see Ly again - but she shouldn’t be behind bars.

"What are you wearing?" she asks with amusement as she takes note of his jacket and pokes the adorable little bowtie.

"It's cute."

Something bugs her, even though she can't put her finger on it. Maybe it's the fact he's no longer sporting the sigil. It's so strange to see him without it, but then again, it's not like Ly got around to telling him why that mattered so much to her.

All in all, though, she's far too relieved to see that Rayman is doing okay, to give it too much thought.

"It's a long story," Rayman says scratching the back of his head bashfully, "It's impractical," he really misses the warmth of baggy comfort clothes or the practicality of his adventure attire, "but they're not letting me be seen in anything else."

Ly shoots him a worried look.

Rayman talking about 'them' - and in this way - is the first time the thought manifests that he's…

...he's been gone, and not just out of sight, somewhere on the prison ship. It makes it all the more incredible he's returned though. That must have taken some trials.

Ly wants to stay positive, but the thought of Rayman being exploited gnaws at her. He seems to have been treated well, though. No wounds - old or new - to speak off, and he holds himself well. Healthy. Fed. Physically, he's in top shape, if a little exhausted. She hasn't missed the deep-set worry lines on his brow or the (masked) bags under his eyes.

All the better though, that now they have a chance to bring an end to this situation for good.

The fairy tugs at Rayman's hands and leans in closer. Her gaze is focusing on Razorbeard as she whispers to the Limbless.

"So what's your plan for Razorbeard? Let me know if you need a distraction. I gathered a bit of energy for you when I heard you were coming."

"Oh!" Rayman pulls back suddenly, like Ly's suggestion comes as a surprise.

"No, that's… off the table."

"What?" Now it's Ly's turn to be confused, her brow creasing as she waits for an explanation.

Rayman breathes an embarrassed sigh.

"I guess I should have led with that," he admits bashfully.

"Razorbeard has immunity. I'm here for negotiations. I can't… do anything about him."

Ly pulls back from the bars with dawning horror as she watches Rayman. Words fail her as she tries to make sense of him.

"Razorbeard is right there," she says in denial, by now indifferent whether or not the robot can hear, "You could end this… right now."

"But here's the thing," Rayman tries to explain himself. His entire being is clammy with cold, nervous sweat.

"There's a better way! My boss has connections! We can negotiate-"

"No."

Ly doesn't believe what she's hearing. Rayman - her Rayman - is conspiring with the enemy???

"I know it sounds crazy!" Rayman blurts, "I just- I'm sorry, I came for Globox first. I just thought you were still holding down the fort and you know how scared Globox is of the robots, so when I had to choose who to free first I-"

"You chose?!" Ly cuts him off and the silence that follows is deafening.

Razorbeard chuckles and removes himself to stand on the sidelines. This is gonna be good.

"Ly, please," Rayman pleads, "It took me so long just to get here, but I promise to make this right! Razorbeard won't come after you again once you're let free! I just need a little more time and… please don't look at me like that."

But the fairy's gaze is scrutinizing.

"You chose," she repeats with admonition, "Who gets to be free… and who has to stay here?!"

Ly raises to her full height to glare down on Rayman.

"Where do you take the right-" she has to stop herself, starts pacing in her cell.

"Razorbeard is just over there!" She has said this before, it's unbelievable to her that it bears repeating. "You free a single soul, that you take the audacity to decide on, instead of ending this Nightmare once and for all!"

"It's more complicated than that," Rayman tries to explain, to somehow vindicate himself, but his heart isn't really in it.

"I promise, when I'm coming back, I'll get you next. We can go to Eden together."

Ly stops pacing to look at him.

A good, long, accusing look.

"Rayman," this tone in her voice is so new to him, it's giving him chills. Ly had always been such a serene boulder in the storm. Now it's like she embodies thunder itself.

"I am not leaving the Glade."

His breath hitches.

"This is my home. Our home!" She's adamant, "And you're dragging Globox away? To… to a place called Eden? What about his kids?! Are they supposed to grow up without a father? Don't you think he'd rather be with his family?"

Rayman flinches. He has no answer to those questions, admittedly barely thought about them in his excitement to… to do something good!

"I'm doing the right thing!" he insists, if only to convince himself.

But he can't look Ly in the eyes, even as he says it.

The fairy's silence is deafening, but he can feel her glare without needing to search for it.

"You can't truly believe that."

"...Fine," Rayman feels his fist shake at his side. Hot anger burns in his chest and threatens to spill.

"Stay if you have to. But I don't see what good that would do now."

Ly cannot believe that - after all the fighting, after all they'd been through - Rayman would just trade in his home like that.

"How can you just give up on the Glade?"

And here she thought they'd been friends. Allys. Maybe even…

"I haven't!" Rayman snaps and gets up at the bars again.

"If I had, I wouldn't be here right now!"

Ly has no right to judge him like that! After all the pain and suffering he's been through. All of his efforts will not have been for naught!

The fairy takes one hard look at him. Hurt and betrayal reflects in her eyes.

Despite all he says… he's not going to stay. She knows it now. He came back only to leave again.

"You've changed," she says. It's in his aura too. She can see it now. It's what's been bugging her this entire time.

What used to be calm and light and filled with playful joy now vibrates with hostile anger and distrust.

"What- No! I'm still the same!"

He doesn't even see it. Ly has lost him. She doesn't know when. And she doesn't know why.

But Rayman has made one thing overwhelmingly clear.

"You say that. And still, you're going to leave again."

Leave them behind.

He's going to choose his new life over her. Over the Glade. This… strange world she's never before heard of that did this to him.

And what's worse, he's going to steal Globox away from them too; in the unshakable belief that his best friend would like a place that changed Rayman into this. That broke him like this.

Globox is going to hate it.

She tries to even her own breath. Smooth out the cracks in her own heart. This anger is unbecoming of her and if she doesn't control it, it's going to consume her the same way.

It's a feeling she reserves for enemies. For robots. For Razorbeard.

…for whatever it is this new Rayman has become.

"Leave then," she capitulates.

"I will not be waiting."

"Ouchy," Razorbeard jests as he makes his way back over and pats Rayman's back, jostling his midsection.

"She hasn't been fed yet today. I guess that makes her a little cranky. Come on, let's give the lass her wish."

Reluctantly, Rayman's feet turn as Razorbeard ushers him away, but his gaze clings to Ly until her cell disappears behind a corner.

All in all, Razorbeard considers today a raging success.

After all, the only thing better than gold or slaves

…is petty revenge.

#rayman #captain laserhawk #clabdr #fanfiction #speculation #sorry not sorry

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theliviens · 1 year

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Plum Pie Recipe - With Jack Horner #Fanfic #Scenario #Recipe

owner of the pie. co

Mr. Jack today will teach you the recipe for your famous plum pies in your factory! The very will be teaching you graciously and delightfully the step by step of this recipe with all the details. Enjoy!

(When "Minion" appears in the dialogue, it is one of Jack's henchmen interacting. And when "the voice of hell" appears, it's Jack asking questions to himself, indicating the audience with doubts.)

Minion: So... Mr Horner. Look at the camera and----

Jack: I KNOW. You've explained this to me a million times. Keep in touch, speak legible and la-di-da blah! Come out and let me shine.

Minion: ...

Jack: Uhm* Recipe with Jack Horner will be a beautiful and soft plum pie crust.

Jack: The ones you consume in the Pie Co.

Jack: I'm someone generous, kind and talented, I'll be teaching you how to do it! If you're as skilled and smart as I am.

Minion: Cof cof~

Jack: --- So! The crust.

Jack: In the food processor, a cup of flour for all purposes and we are adding a quarter of cornmeal.

Voice of hell: I don't have cornmeal like that---

Jack: BUY!

Jack: A half teaspoon of salt. Easy, in the salt, if not our pie will be salted, okay?

Jack: And a tablespoon of granulated sugar.

Jack: The dry ingredients now.

Jack: Added butter inside the processor. A whole tablet cut into cubes.

Voice of hell: Hot butter, cold or room temperature?

Jack: Cold. How all the pie crust make it cold. So obvious, man---

Jack: Draining this into the pulsating add two tablespoons of ice water with an egg.

Voice from hell: But I'm vegan.

Jack: Use ripe bananas, your duh!

Voice of hell: I don't like bananas-

Jack: Haha. Cool. It's fermentation.

Jack: Separate your egg from the white. Save the white one.

Jack: Two tablespoons of ice water in egg and mix for a perfect crust. Attention to detail.

Jack: Gradually place the egg mixture in the processor at pulse.

Jack: Right.

Jack: No disgust, take the dough in your hand. If you press and be firm, stop there. Your mass is on point.

Jack: If you're not on point... bad luck! Hah.

Jack: So store it on plastic paper and now you gather your dough in this plastic film.

Jack: Turn it into a flat disk and then basically flatten and cool for at least an hour and until night.

Jack: Sweet dreams, crust. Good night.

The next day

Jack: Good morning creatures of the day.

Jack: Now for the stuffing. Dear plums.

Voice of Hell: Can I use another fruit?

Jack: Yes. You can. Strawberries, oranges, blueberries, pomegranates, pumpkin, mango and their MOTHER---

Minion: ... (Do not interfere)

Jack: Uh* Cut a quarter of the plums. Your plums go into a small bowl.

Jack: Added a quarter of a cup of sugar.

Voice of Hell: But---

Jack: Don't get in the way of the artist. It is necessary to be delicate to handle these fruits.

Voice of Hell: You have big hands, how delicate are you?

Jack: Oh, WOW. For your information, I was a ballet dancer as a teenager, shut up.

Jack: And add some cornstarch.

Jack: Cornstarch will thicken the juices of these juicy plums. Two tablespoons.

Jack: Mix and mix. Added a vanilla in the bowl.

Jack: HmmHmm. Very good.

Minion: Wow... so hungry ~

Jack: Take the crust dough and be ready to cast our galley crust.

Jack: This we want to be about 12 inches in diameter.

Jack: Take it if you roll it on your pin like that. And then how easy it is to unroll directly on your baking sheet covered in parchment.

Jack: Like this, see?

Jack: Add your plums right in the center. Use all the juice.

Jack: Now, the part that might be difficult for you, but not for me, Horner. Hah!

Jack: You start bending the edge over the fruit.

Jack: Use some brown sugar.

Voice of hell: What if I don't want to put it on?

Jack: DON'T PUT it on, bitch.

Jack: Go straight to the fridge to cool for about an hour before putting it in the oven.

Cold pie.

Jack: An egg mixed with a teaspoon of water. That's your glaze.

Voice of hell: Repeat. I'm vegan---

Jack: Yes. I know, use melted vegetable butter or melted sugar.

Jack: Brush only on the dough.

Jack: Your oven is preheated to 375 degrees and this will take approximately 35 minutes or more or 40 minutes to bake.

Voice of hell: I have no oven---

Jack: BAKE ON FIREWOOD--- oh, seriously... You're stupid.

Jack: And then serve these beautiful wedges.

Jack: So spectacular. You won't see another pie as beautiful as Big Jack Horner's.

Voice of hell: My grandmother---

Jack: YOUR PROBLEM.

Jack: Now enjoy your delicious plum pie. See you later!

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just-an-enby-lemon · 1 year

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Dano has exactly two silly moments in the movie: when he gets arrested and goes "you tell me!" at the cops asking him who he is and when he goes "boop!" when activating the bomb around the DA's neck. Other than that he's just a regular serial killer who takes himself too seriously

meanwhile BTAS is so silly in concept that his henchmen are the three stooges

You putted it better than I ever could.

#riddler #edward nygma #edward nasthon #the batman #dano riddler #batman the animated series #btas riddler

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ninjastormhawkkat · 10 months

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The Fall of Fair City - Chapter 13

Dr. Two Brains had decided to just head to his lair and spend most of the day their just tinkering or repairing some gadgets. He really didn't want to risk the police taking him in out of the blue in public after that stupid broadcast. Neither did he feel like doing any crimes if it was going to confirm people's beliefs that he was responsible for the destruction in that storage unit at his old workplace. It was really a no win situation type day for Two Brains. "So you wouldn't go committing crimes without us boss?" Joey asked, feeling awful at the idea their boss would consider going solo and abandoning them. "Why don't you numbskulls quit talking about what I would and wouldn't do, go make yourselves useful, and stop bothering me about that dumb broadcast!" Dr. Two Brains angrily snapped at his henchmen. Joey and Charlie flinched in fear at their boss's sudden temper. "Um yeah sure. Sorry boss!" Joey hastily apologized. Both men gave a salute before scurrying off and giving the mad scientist his space. Two Brains sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He didn't mean to go off on them like that, but he was in no mood to deal with their bumbling today. Especially with this killer headache that had developed, the pain being felt by both of his brains. Two Brains figured this headache began around sometime this morning and now had gotten more noticeable and potent. Unfortunately due to his mouse genetics, Two Brains could not form the luxury of some pain killers. So he had to stick to some homemade Lavender tea for now which eased the pain somewhat. Taking another sip of tea from his thermos, Two Brains decide to take some alone time and tinker on some gadgets to distract him from the day he was having.

"I'm really glad that not everyone believes that da..I mean Dr. Two Brains is guilty of the destruction." Wordgirl said with elated relief as she and Huggy headed inside Tubing's lab so they could speak in private about Tubing's discovery. Professor Tubing smiled at Wordgirl. "Well despite his villainous nature, there are still a lot of us here, scientists and some other staff members who are still fond of Two Brains. Plus most of us know for a fact that despite what he has done in the past, Steven was always first and foremost a scientist. He would have never destroyed another scientist's work for no good reason." Tubing stated with pride. "But why haven't any of those scientists spoken up and told their side to the police and press?" Wordgirl asked with an agitated frown. Professor Tubing looked at Wordgirl with a solemn and dark look. "It's because they are afraid of Dr. Corngraves even though they won't admit it. Dr. Corngraves has the highest authority out of any of the workers. One poor soul confided with me that Corngraves had basically threatened them with blacklisting should they speak their minds about this event. Sadly most of those people need these jobs to support themselves or their families. They can't afford risks." Wordgirl and Huggy looked very enraged at Tubing's words. "He can't just do that! That's downright bullying and abuse of power!" Wordgirl exclaimed, completely flabbergasted and more disgusted with the man than before. Professor Tubing just nodded in solemn agreement. "Unfortunately with his position. He can do just that and get away with it. The only proof against his actions is just words. While words can be powerful, the unfortunately can't hold up in court." Becky sighed, still peeved but understanding of the situation. "What is Dr. Corngraves' deal? Why keep people quiet and target Dr. Two Brains like this?" "Ah! That is the puzzler isn't it Wordgirl." Tubing exclaimed. "Dr. Corngraves started working here two years ago. Right after Steven's unfortunate accident. So he would have no personal connection with the man like the rest of us would. But ever since coming here, Dr. Corngraves has been a very private man, always working alone on something behind closed doors. He always claimed it was his own personal project, but Bosco and I found something that says otherwise. Some evidence that could explain his attack campaign on Two Brains." Tubing lead the eager and curious heroic duo to his desk. He pulled out a file hidden deep within a drawer. "Yesterday I was just filing some paperwork and was in the secretary's office to hand it over to be recorded." Professor Tubing began to explain as he pulled out some pictures from the file. "Dr. Corngraves was also there looking very impatient. The reason be was that the secretary had stepped away from her desk moments before he and I arrived for her lunch break. It seemed that Dr. Corngraves couldn't wait for her to comeback. He was just leaving when he and I accidentally bumped into each other. I apologized for bumping into him to be respectful. All he responded was with a huff and left, slamming the door behind him. Bosco then noticed I had dropped some of the paperwork and jumped down to get it for me. As she was doing it, I saw another folder laying flat on the floor, some contents were spilled out. I immediately assumed that the folder belonged to Dr. Corngraves and asked Bosco to pick it up as well so I could lay them both on the desk, figuring he must have planned to give this folder to the secretary as well. I only opened the folder to help straighten its contents. I was glad I did so as I discovered something very shocking." Tubing stopped speaking as he pulled out a particular photo. "Does this look familiar to you Wordgirl?" Tubing asked as he handed the photo over to the young heroine for examination. Wordgirl and Huggy both studied the photo. It looked like it was a photo of a photo of a blueprint for a certain machine. One that Becky had scene once before. "This is the same invention that blasted Dr. Two Brains!" @melodythebunny

@dualnaturedscientist

#wordgirl #wordgirl au #becky boxleitner au #the fall of fair city #the henchmen #dr two brains #tw: headaches #but are they really #professor robert tubing #bosco #bob/captain huggy face #dr. corngraves

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mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess · 1 year

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This AU is haunting me so:

Lan Xichen knows Nie Huaisang is going to kill Jin Guangyao. He was never supposed to know it and wasn't even trying to find anything out, he just heard something he shouldn't have, lingered a bit longer than he said he would in Huaisang's estate before he left one day and caught a rare moment of Nie Huaisang's airhead mask slipping off.

However, Lan Xichen can do nothing about it.

He can't tell Jin Guangyao. He can't even tell Nie Huaisang he knows. He can't tell anyone anything.

Not because he can't as in, he is physically, morally or politically unable to.

He can't because he is cursed.

It is not him in particular, he comes to learn, it's anyone who happens to know anything at all about Nie Huaisang's plan.

At least that's what Huaisang told him. Because Huaisang spotted him as he returned to his guest chambers for a forgotten manuscript long after he'd said his goodbyes - but only after hearing Huaisang give a few orders to one of his henchmen within earshot.

So, Huaisang invited him back to talk.

"I didn't think you would eavesdropping." Huaisang said, an amused glint in his eyes as he daintily fanned himself.

Lan Xichen looked at him, glaring ice. He did not even bother making his tone sound anything but angry. Controlled, but impossibly angry. "I was not."

"I know, I know." Huaisang laughed, "There's a rule against that, isn't there?"

Lan Xichen did not share the lightheartedness. His grip on his sword tightened, the ornaments of the hilt digging into his palm. "What will happen to me now?"

Nie Huaisang sighed, finally taking on the same cold, cruel demeanor that Lan Xichen had glimpsed at. "As long as you keep quiet, nothing. But keeping quiet also entails minding your own business. And not interfering in anything I do." A knowing smile. "Or anything you think I might want to do."

"And if I don't?"

Nie Huaisang smiled in a self-satisfied way, closing his fan shut. "I think you will. You see, this curse won't exactly hurt you. You won't be killed or injured yourself. This curse is a curse of sorrow. The man that created it wanted to teach people about how one's actions often have consequences on those nearest and dearest to them."

Realizations dawned upon Lan Xichen with so much dread that he felt sick. "...Wangji."

"Exactly." Nie Huaisang appeared downright dangerous now, his expression still smiling but dripping venom. "If you talk or write or tell anyone in any way anything about what I want to do, Hanguang-Jun will die. Instantly. No hope for reincarnation, nothing." His eyes fell on Lan Xichrn's sword. "And don't even think about having me killed or killing me yourself, because the same will happen, except not just to your brother, but yourself as well."

The anger Lan Xichen felt suddenly subdued into hopelessness. "Can this be broken at all?"

"Yes and no. Technically, once the purpose to which I placed the curse is fulfilled, it becomes inactive."

"Inactive. Not broken."

"It cannot be reused, if that's what you're worried about." Nie Huaisang rolls his eyes as if scandalized at the notion. "But if you're so keen on breaking it, the only way to do that is if you yourself were to fulfill the purpose to which I placed the cursed for."

Lan Xichen felt bile rise up in his throat. "...kill A-Yao myself."

"Yes. Then you will be free of the curse forever."

"And if I take my own life?"

"Your brother dies with you. And if you - absurd as ir may be - kill him, you will die as well."

"There is no way out."

Nie Huaisang shrugged, almost disinterested in the fact entirely. "You should have left when you said you would."

"Why do you want A-Yao dead?"

That piqued Huaisang's interest in him again. "Do you remember how Da-Ge died?"

"Yes. What's that to do with anything?"

"Who had been playing Cleansing for him at the time?"

Anger reeled inside Lan Xichen again. "I taught A-Yao cleansing myself. What are you implying?"

"Was he indeed playing the version you taught him?"

"What other version is there?"

"None. This is why I ask you, are you sure he was playing what you taught him?"

Lan Xichen's patience, endless as it may have been, was starting to reach an end. "How should I know?"

"I do."

Xichen can't mask his contempt (no, disgust)."How do you?"

"Your contempt is quite upsetting, Zewu-Jun. You do know I am inclined for the arts and I adore music. I have keen ears."

"There is no other version of Cleansing. I have taught A-Yao nothing harmful."

Nie Huaisang briskly closes his fan and turns to leave the room. "Whether you believe me or not is up to you. I know the truth. And now you do too."

"And now I have to watch you kill somebody I care about in exchange for this so-calles knowledge of yours."

"You would have found out anyway."

"You wouldn't understand."

"Perhaps not."

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #writing attempts #nhs #lxc #i love nhs being mean and evil!!

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vexy-hexy · 6 months

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DID YOU GUYS KNOW THERE’S A RAINBOW MAGIC ANIME MOVIE?!?

NOT ONLY THAT, BUT JACK FROST'S GOBLIN HENCHMEN ARE NAMED AFTER LEONARDO DA VINCHI, THOMAS EDISON, AND ISSAC NEWTON??? EACH WITH THEIR OWN SCHTIK???

Like, Edison constantly claims Leonardo's inventions as his own, and Newton constantly has random things fall on his head

Also, Jack Frost raps

#rainbow magic fairies #rainbow magic series

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kayhi808 · 1 year

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The Assassin - Part 4

*Title change* Previous

The hit didn't go off as planned but she completed it. All it took was 10 minutes, and she was back with her date, who's none the wiser.

"I was beginning to think you left," taking a bite out of the array of desserts before him.

She stealthy removes the ziploc knife from under her dress and drops it her bag at her feet. "Why would I do that? We were just getting to know each other. Lets go back to my place & get to know each other even better."

Bill's eye twinkle with amusement, "You don't want dessert first?"

"Are you waiting for me to say something cheesy?" Keiko practically purrs, "The only dessert I want is you?" She picks up Billy's discarded fork & takes a bite of dessert, "Delicious," Billy watches as her tongue escapes to lick at whipped cream at the corner of her mouth.

"It's always best to be honest. You're making the moves on me," placing his napkin on the table.

Smirking at him, "Yes, but you were the one who admitted to fantasizing about me. Maybe later you can tell me what you pictured us doing. I'm really good at making wishes come true." Bill doesn't break eye contact, but she notices the flush of pink on his cheeks. "Let's go." Billy pulls out his wallet, but Keiko shakes her head. "It's my treat. You can pay next time." Droping her credit card on the table, "Can you wait for the waiter to bring the bill? I have to talk to my friends really quick, " tilting her head over at the Ramirez brothers.

"Ok. Thanks for dinner," putting his wallet back in his pocket. No woman has ever paid for Bill on a date. Woman are usually after him for his money. "So you're saying that there's going to be another date."

"Sure, why not." Keiko stands, slinging her bag over her shoulder and heads to the Yakuza henchmen, shooting a wink over her shoulder at Bill.

The brothers greet her with leering smiles & eyes focused on her breasts. God, how she hated them. She knows how to play the part, morphing into every man's wet dream. Giving a seductive pout, Kieko slithers in next to Hector Ramirez, making small talk. Flirting and flattering them. Boosting their already inflated egos. She wanted to vomit. She was there for one reason.

She leans over & kissing Hector's cheek. One hand squeezing his thigh, the other slipping inside her purse. LIke the practiced crimial that she was, Keiko pulls the knife out & with feather-light fingers, she slid it into Hector's pocket. Still fresh with blood.

*****

They share a taxi back to Keiko's penthouse. To Bill's surprise, they were able to keep up their conversation. He was expecting awkward silence. "Three questions."

"What?"

"Your kink. You want to delve into my mind? You want to get to know me? Think of this as foreplay. I'll answer 3 personal questions."

He couldn't stop his surprised laughter. He was certain this wasn't an opportunity she gave to most people. There were a ton of intimate questions he wanted to know about her, but he kept it simple. In his experience, people revealed more about themselves when they feel less threatened. "Uh...have you lived in New York all your life?"

"I was born & raised in The Bronx & went to Columbia University."

"What was your major?"

"I have a Master's in Chemistry. I was going to move to Virginia after college, become an environmental chemist..." her voice trails off. "My father called me back, so I had to return to New York. He had me run 11:11 and things," shrugs, "got away from me."

"What about your mom?"

"My mom? She was a Yakuza princess. Beautiful & wild. She wanted to piss my grandfather off so she hooked up with the Italians. Ta-da. And she got me."

"Where is she now?"

"You had your 3 questions."

"It's more like 3.1...same question." She gives him a sad smile.

"My grandfather wouldn't continue to support her if she kept me around. She left me here & got sent back to Japan. My dad fostered me off to a couple in The Bronx. Mom died of a drug overdose." Keiko gives a delicate shrug & turns to gaze out of the window.

It also gave Billy time to try and figure this woman out. He watched her as she flirted with the Ramirez brothers. . She knew how to work men, but she didn't appear to enjoy it. Like a child in church, her body was there but her mind wasn't present. She had the same energy at her 11:11 Club when men approached her & with the blonde at the hotel cafe. Why does she even bother if she doesn't enjoy their company?

He also couldn't stop thinking about their disturbing conversation at dinner about death. Her too casual way she talked about it. Billy glances over at her profile, "What happened to your neck?" He hadn't noticed bruises during dinner. The restaurant was dim, but still he was an observant man.

"You can't seem to grasp the 3 question rule." Keiko looked at him, "If you must know, I like rough sex," a suggestive curl on her lips.

"It wasn't there earli---"

"We're here," not letting Bill finish.

They exit the taxi and Bill admires the Italian Renaissance-Style Palazzo. "Beautiful building."

"Once I became more of an asset to my father, he brought me in from the Bronx." Keiko leads them to a personal elevator that led right to her door. It's an open layout with panoramic views of Central Park. Clean & spacious. A similar style to his own home. "Want a drink?"

"Whiskey on the rocks?" Keiko goes to pour his drink as he takes a seat on a bar stool. "Why do you have a full bar if you don't drink?"

"If my Dad visits, or company," kicking off her heels a leaning against the back of a chair, facing Billy.

"Why did you choose to Master in Chemistry?"

Unpinning her hair, Bill watches if fall in silky ebony waves. His fingers itch to bury his hands in it. "I wanted to learn to make crystal meth. But now i'm just a boring business woman."

"You may not be a drug kingpin, but I doubt you're boring." Keiko smiles and walks over to Billy, standing in between his legs, resting her palms on his thighs. She brushes a soft kiss on his neck below his beard. "Are you going to tell me what really happened to your neck?"

Looking up at him, "I already told you, it's from a lover who likes it rough."

"Do you have many lovers?"

"Why? Would you like to be one of them?" squeezing his thighs.

"I only want it if you do."

Rolling her eyes, "I forgot. You think sex is better if there's a connection," stepping away from him. Keiko's tongue flicks over her bottom lip. Billy's eyes went straight for it. She did it on purpose. He curses himself for falling into her trap. "Less complicated always feels better." She slips her dress off, tossing it to the ground. She moves back so she leaning against the chair again, her eyes dropping to his crotch, "Come here & show me what you can do, Mr. Russo."

Billy's "create a bond" speech flies out of his head. This is what he wanted from the moment he laid eyes on her. The carnal side of him yearned to rip through her lace bra & panties. He wanted to taste her. Touch her. Bury himself inside her. His cock strained against his zipper. Forget taking Keiko to her room. Billy didn't have the patience to go up the stairs to her bedroom. He'd fuck her against the panoramic window.

"Well? Are you going to fuck me?" Keiko's hands trail down her body.

YES.

No.

Yes.

NO.

Damn it!!

Bill crosses over to her & tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, "I'm not doing this with you tonight." His words cut like razors as he spits them out of this throat. He grabs her dress off the floor & hands it to her.

"Are you serious??" The woman was obviously not used to rejection.

"I'd love to spend the night with you, but I want you to want me." Keiko's veil was back in place. She didn't flinch.

Not taking her dress, she walks to the staircase. "I'm going to bed. Lock the door on your way out." She didn't wait to see him leave. She walks up the staircase, leaving Billy to gaze at what he could've just had.

*****

Even at home, Keiko consumed Billy's mind. He turns the TV on for some distraction or else he'll spend the entire night with his cock in his hand. It'll probably happen anyways, but he'd at least try to distract himself. Flipping through channels, he see's Tanner, the owner of Saka Mai being interviewed by a reporter. Three bodies were found in the men's room. Pictures of the victims flashes across the screen & Billy recognizes them immediately. The 3 henchmen that were sitting at the bar. They were member's of Ichiwa-kai, one of the Yakuza crime families.

According to the report, the suspects they had in custody, Hector & Marco Ramirez, were from a rival family. The two brothers Keiko was speaking to before they left. A bloody knife was found on the suspect. The murders occurred around 9 o'clock. Around the same time Keiko stepped out to call the club. And the bruises on her neck. Billy was almost certain that the brother's never left their table.

Did she?

She was in a dress & heels for god sake! Not to mention she was on a date....Bill calls her & she picks up on the second ring.

"Did you change your mind? Do you want to come back over to fuck me?"

"I do," he admitted. "But I won't"

"I guess I'll have to take care of myself tonight." Purring, "I'll be thinking about you." Bill hardens, thinking of her caressing herself to thoughts of him. "Want to video chat so you can watch me?"

So close to saying yet, "I'll pass."

Sighing, "What do you want, Billy?"

Almost forgetting why he called, "You know the men at Saka Mai?"

"You need to be more specific. There were a lot of men at Saka Mai."

"The three at the bar.

Yawning, "I remember. What about them?

"They are on the news."

"Are they dead?"

The impassiveness in her tone unnerved him, "How did you know?"

"Why else would you be calling me & asking me about them? Do you think I killed them?"

"I didn't say that. I was just wondering....Forget it. I don't know what I was thinking. I'm sorry for calling so late."

In a soothing tone, "Billy, they were probably Yakuza. Most of the men who dine there are Yakuza. And I bet a lot of people wanted them dead. Get some rest." Keiko hangs up.

Great. He just accused a 5'3" business woman of killing 3 gangster, twice her size.

As Billy drifts off to sleep another thought crosses his mind. Keiko never denied that she was the murderer.

@idaofinfinity @imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend @e-dubbc11 @jvanilly

#billy russo imagine #billy russo fanfic #billy russo #billy russo x oc #billy russo angst

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