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ofallthingsnasty · 27 days

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I love the thought of a feisty darling with Doffy a lot, but there is also something about you just... giving up. Mentally checking out. Growing numb. The lights are on but no one is home, that kind of thing.

And really, it's all about the contrast of you being nothing but a shell of your former self, colorless to the vibrant decadence, the omnipresent opulence that surrounds you. Put in shrill but expensive clothes that you find neither exhilarating nor distasteful, just treated like a mannequin, limp shoulders heavy with jewelry; that's how you shuffle through the many chambers that are now your home. Restless and sluggish, completely aimless, just wandering to keep the noise in your head at bay. Never interested in one particular subject (well, maybe except for one thing - fleeing from Doflamingo for just another moment, another minute), you just rot away in bed if no one pulls you out of it by early noon or stare out of the window until the sky changes color. You eat what's put in front of you - sometimes too little, sometimes too much, you don't care. It tastes all the same, be it meat or dessert - and it might as well be slop to you, it's all turned into some kind of porridge when you're done grinding it between your teeth, anyway. And you let Doflamingo poss you, preen you, dote on you - it doesn't matter what you want, what you feel - there is no point in doing anything other than what he says and then to earn your pitiful, grey moments of nothingness. He took all joy from you, inch by inch, and now you're so hollow you're almost grateful for the void that has been left behind - it's easier this way, the complete surrender makes every atrocity he commits easier to bear.

That monotony, that dull itch of life could be endurable, you think. Just getting swept up by the current of emptiness, by the shifting of hours into days into weeks into months - that you could stand, even if it meant pissing your life away for drab boredom. If Doflamingo was a man of voyage and you had to just play the darling spouse seeing him once, twice every few months? Ah, life would be grand, almost, with the way that the sun doesn't light up your eyes anymore. (Because then, you'd just fall into that blissful trance until he returned, time and time again.)

But he's not. The devil loves his home and comforts and you on top of all of that, so he keeps his too-big hands around your shoulders when you watch the ice melt in your untouched drink, opens that mouth wide and grins something awful while he lounges with his prized possession stiff and cold by his side. All the fake-blue pools and umbrella-specked cocktails he provides you with look bizarre right next to you, who doesn't even spare them a half-hearted smile of fake gratitude. And when you're by the water he likes to lounge at and he keeps you barely covered in something that's hot pink and itchy, you don't even feel the heat of the sun beating down on you. Maybe you would have been self-conscious many, many moons ago - all of you on display, a millimeter next to the epicenter of gaudy and excessive that is the king of Dressrosa himself - but no, you don't even care to sit upright. Elbows perched on your thighs, you stare at the water dancing under light, not really seeing. The only thing that bleeds through your ennui is his skin on yours, how his warmth seeps right into you. How it shakes when he laughs, how he rubs little circles into the fat of your back when he doesn't - but he never takes that hand away, either. Always there, always loud and colorful next to your dull face, your tired eyes. He appears to care, goes through the motions - from touching you, talking to you, holding you, fucking you - but it's all fake, all just a little play he likes to engage in, one that you have given up on. And while he shines and shines like some dark stone someone polished too many times - you tarnish more and more.

You're just so tired now. So utterly lifeless.

#tw.yandere #/doflamingo #/one piece #i think he'd like either a feisty little thing or a lifeless doll...

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ggomos-maribat · 1 year

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[69/?]

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Edit: Forgot to put that this snippet was inspired by this post

There’s nothing much to do at a fancy gala.

Scratch that—there is absolutely nothing to do at a fancy gala. The boredom is a torture to experience. But such suffering doesn’t last long if one stirs up trouble to compensate for the bleakness of the party.

Tim glances at Marinette. Tuck hair behind the ear, then after one . . . two seconds pick up glass. Okay that’s the go signal. He strides past the refreshments table and—with just the right amount of stealth—sticks his foot out to trip the man going past him with his posse.

. . . but he’s caught just in time before he plummets into the multi-tiered cake. He stands upright, brushes himself and laughs it off with the group.

He adjusts his tie in Marinette’s view. Proceed to the next step.

She immediately springs into action.

—

“You must be MDC!” The man beams at her brightly, with the same practiced fakeness her father has mastered.

“Monsieur Luthor.” Marinette smiles back tightly. “Perfect timing. I’ve been wanting to show you the suit you commissioned.”

“Oh?”

She keeps her excitement at bay. Lex Luthor commissioned MDC a couple months ago, but it wasn’t until two weeks ago when he found out that she was actually Bruce Wayne’s daughter. “Yes, here.” She shows him her phone (and his posse peeks as well), revealing a business suit with the pants cropped too short and the color matching his exact skin shade.

Lex coughs. “That’s quite . . . unique.”

“It is, isn’t it?” She zooms into the fine details. “I thought it would match your head.”

“My head?” he asks through clenched teeth.

“Yup! All the craze these days.” She nods. “People will be asking for the same piece once you’ve shown this to the world.”

“Ah, and here’s the other piece!” She swipes to the left to show a tackier outfit, with a rainbow of colors splashed on the top half and loud checkers on the bottom.

—

Tim’s turn again. He grabs his phone from his pocket and presses a button. In the middle of his conversation with Marinette, a loud ringtone cuts through: the tune of Baby Shark. Heads turn and Luthor turns into a bright cherry.

He furiously taps on his phone but instead of stopping the obnoxious sound, it ups the volume. Tim hides his snickers behind his hand.

Finally, the bald man throws his phone down, making one hasty excuse after another.

Tim grins. He’s cracking.

Marinette touches the inside of her wrist. For the finale . . .

Tim stumbles into the group, holding a glass filled with deep red wine inside. “Mr. Luthor! How nice to see you here.”

“Good to see you as well, Mr. Drake,” he says with a strain in his voice.

Tim doesn’t even make it discreet. He stumbles forward and splashes his drink all over the man’s white suit. Lex jumps back, rage dancing in his irises.

“I’m so sorry!” Tim gasps out, taking his handkerchief. “Let me clean that for you—”

“No, it’s alright!” Lex steps backwards, holding his palm out.

“But I insist—”

“Stay right there! I will go clean this myself—”

“I want to help—”

A deafening crash echoes in the ballroom. Lex has collided with the lavish cake, icing dripping down on the top of his head and the chocolate interior smushed against the fabric of his jacket.

—

“Bruce Wayne!”

Bruce barely bats an eye at Lex Luthor, who is marching straight towards him. “Yes, Lexie?”

“Don’t ‘yes Lexie’ me!” He growls. “Control your children! They are—they are wild animals! They humiliated me in front of everyone and ruined my suit. How can you let this happen?!”

Bruce frowns, looking over at Marinette and Tim, who are entertaining potential partners for WE. “I’m sorry, Lexie, I’m not sure what you’re talking about. My children are angels. They will never harm others.”

“Never harm—?!” Lex laughs out loud. “I think you haven’t been watching them closely.”

Bruce sips on his drink. “There’s no need to watch them closely. How can you even think that they can do such things? My babies will never. And what would they have against you?”

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#maribat fanfic #maribat fic #bio dad bruce wayne #dc x mlb #mlb x dc #maribat batfam #maribat marinette dupain cheng #fox dcw #guys #we're nearing the end

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achairwithapandaonit · 2 years

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❛ you can’t make me disappear. ❜ Mogami, to either Mob or Reigen after the Mogami arc

"You can't make me disappear."

"What's this? Reverse psychology? You're the one who's trapped."

"You may not believe it, but this is entirely of my own free will."

"Yeah, I don't believe it. Come on, Mob, let's turn away. Let's ignore Mogami-san. That's it."

"Turning away will do nothing. You can still hear me. I'll haunt you till the end of your pathetic mortal life. Are you really going to listen to this fraud, Shigeo? Can't you see that he's just using you?"

"With all respect, Mogami-san, shut your mouth. Please."

"Pfft- haha! You tell him, Mob. Take that, asshole."

It was an accident. Mob hadn't meant to attach Mogami's weakened spirit to Reigen's energy, thus causing a forced haunting. He'd just been trying to expel him from Asagiri.

But here they are anyway. On the way back from the mansion.

Mob's brain feels fuzzy from the six months spent in that fake world. The argument going on next to him doesn't help at all.

"I was haunting them first, loser! Beat it!"

"Hey, hey, Dimple. He can't beat it. He's trapped - forever."

"If I were you I wouldn't use such a smug tone. I won't be careful with your body when I figure out how to possess it."

"Oh, you don't want his body. Have you seen the crap he puts in his pockets? You'll be digging out salt crystals for months."

"You sound like you're trying to keep his body all to yourself, but I doubt someone as pathetic as you could really possess anyone."

"Huh? No- Dimple! That's not-"

"Please stop this," Mob says.

Reigen - Dimple, actually - turns to him, grinning. "Aw, c'mon," he says. "What's the harm?"

Mob looks at him with disappointment.

Reigen's body freezes. He coughs into his fist, flushing. "Tch. It's not like I wanted to posses him anyway. His hands are sweaty and I don't like the colour of his suit."

"Suck up," Mogami hisses.

"Ah, welcome back, Nii-san. How was your-"

Mob leans forward, slumping into his brother's arms with a small groan.

"Oh. That bad, huh."

It's safe to say that they're not getting rid of Mogami anytime soon.

"I'm sorry, Shishou," Mob says, letting his hand fall. "He's too stuck. I can't separate you."

Reigen's jaw drops. "Wait, you're kidding, right? Just exorcise him, Mob!"

"If I did that I think I'd just exorcise you too."

"No, no, Mob! You don't understand. I can't be stuck with him for the rest of my life. He's really rude and he keeps trying to manipulate me into starting a fight with my neighbour."

"What on Earth are you talking about?" Mogami laughs. "It was just friendly advice. Didn't you see the way he was looking at you-"

"Ah. He likes manipulating," Mob says.

"-like he thought you were beneath him. He treats you like dirt. Don't you think you should teach him a-"

"Yes. See. And that's why I think you should just get rid of him. Completely. No hold backs."

"-the world is a horrible place, you see. You're lucky to have come this far, but if you don't deal with it soon he's going to murder you. You have to get him first-"

"I'm sorry, Shishou. I really think that would kill you."

Reigen groans, pulling at his hair.

#ask tag #ask game #mob psycho 100 #fanfic #mogami gets trapped in an eternity of forced exposure to reigen: the really short fic #i feel like this can be summed up in the buzzfeed unsolved quote 'i did meet some really insufferable people but they also met me'

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just-an-enby-lemon · 1 year

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Gotham being a bad docuseries on my head works perfectly because I can make this stupid dialogue:

Iceberg Lounge, Oswald's office

Edward: *angry* They gave me DID!!!

Oswald: While this is a rather odd diagnosis, Arkham doesn't give you condicions, my dear friend, they merely find it.

Edward: The real mental disorders were inside you the whole time. Soo beatifull *clears a fake tear* Alas I'm not talking about Arkham, I'm refering to that phony little docuseries.

Oswald: Ah. I find it quite accurate and enjoyable in my parts.

Edward: Good for you! They made me almost twenty years older and a total creep! Not only that but somehow they found the stupid missdiagnosis I got thanks to an intern in my first stay on Arkham who was disproven in less than a week and sold it as true. Do you know how many people asked me if they were talking to Edward or to Riddler?

Oswald: *jokingly* Am I talking to Edward or to Riddler ?

Edward: I'm gonna kill you.

Oswald: Oh, but didn't you try that one on the docuseries?

Edward: I hate you. *pouts*

Oswald: I'm the one whose time is being wasted here!

Edward: Is not an waste. It's serius. Not only that but they misspresent DID really bad. I'm pretty sure they implied Riddler doesn't need glasses while Edward does? How that works?

Oswald: On their defense you seldom uses the glasses on the job.

Edward: Yeah, but that is thanks to the power of contanct lenses and not dissociative identity disorder! And it gets worse! There is videos from "body analists" or disgraced pseudoscientistis if you want to be exact trying to identify in what moments I'm Riddler and when I'm Edwadd and how to see the switch. Well good luck with that, because THERE IS NONE! The only difference between Edward Nygma and Riddler is the stage.

Oswald: *unimpressed* That's all?

Edward: Just one more thing: I also need to coment that their missrepresentation of DID is so bad that it actually turns around into a semi-realistic representation of the time I was possed by a demon.

Oswald: YOU WERE WHAT?

Edward: That's all. Now I must leave, I don't want to bore you any longer.

Oswald: WAIT... I need to know about this demon thing! It's dangerous? Can we either catch or banish it? How did it feel? Can I be sure I'm not also possed?

Edward: *already closing the door* *evil smile* Bye, Oswie, till our next weekly conversation.

#edward nygma #riddler #oswald cobblepot #penguin #gotham #i insult this show because I love it #i had fun watching it but also it's rly bad.

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incarnateirony · 1 year

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KSADJFKSDJF wow they really are scraping the bottom of the barrel. They got another copy of 15.19 and decided to declare the other one sketchy even though it's the same, because how else can they vindicate trying to grab attention with it.

We really are about to watch these desperados repost copies of every episode telling the world their identical copies are better than everyone else, huh.

2po, when are you gonna admit your clout game is over? the second drafts? Third? Fifth copies?

Genuinely funny they call anyone sketchy after being busted lying about M&Gs and scripts both, while sending themselves scripts for raffles instead of direct to winners so 2po can photocopy and send fakes and keep originals.

They just accuse other people of being sketchy based on not liking them, but people who lie about contents of M&Gs and threaten to cut people over them are, apparently, peak trustable sources. as well as ones that lie about fans, accuse them of faking a script, all so their identical older copy could look special eight months later after everyone forgot. Because of course 2po needs the attention for himself and sure as shit he'll lie to get it, always does.

guys stop. what the fuck is genuinely wrong with you at this point. reposting 15.18 and Red Meat isn't embarassing enough, we're doing 19 too? Are we just gonna go backwards through time for every episode you already posted once you find another dupe of 20? like just do forward and reverse until you do like 4 passes?

You are *actively* trying to peddle 3 repeat scripts like they're new yall jesus christ. like holy fuck did you guys not realize old scripts were a limited resource when you started this and just thought you'd get to stunt forever?

THREE REPEAT SCRIPTS. THREE. THREEEEEEE. This is the level of desperation they're getting to. Then all old scripts will totes be sketchy so they can repost them until one day they forget the script they're replacing and declaring sketchy is their own, just wait once they're sobbing quietly in another year

Hey wigglebox. Funny story. Wasn't the script you just declared sketchy one you were trying some weird aggressive back door deal on for an ACTUALLY sketchy second copy that never manifested, before you got ragepissed I got it for everyone for 25$? That couldn't possibly be you being a sandy cunt about that or anything, could it? That you didn't get to spend 400 bucks on a shady alter copy to be the hero? Because I know you failing on several script drops before me is what kicked off your weird spn script hunting obsession and like, you're the ones obsessed with the past so thanks for the food i guess but. Damn girl. get therapy.

because I DISTINCTLY remember you sending your posse to try to force us to back down from finishing a deal we started before you butted in. By the way, how did your magical 400 extra script work out for you? Oh, it didn't? Ah right everyone got our release, and then you snapped.

You know what's cute? Back then Wigglebox's thing was Not Letting 2p0 Get It At Any Cost, He Was Working With Wincels Like Kelios. But boy, once she got banned here did she sell out into that quick.

#there's a message for all of you in the war room

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inner-sakura · 2 years

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Hypothetically Ever After

[childhood friends AU, adrienette, slowburn, fake/pretend relationship]

With only two weeks of summer vacation to spare, Marinette enlists Adrien’s help with a task of utmost importance.

“I need you to help me seduce your brother.”

Quite predictably, nothing goes according to plan.

a fic loosely inspired by @starrycove’s Brothers AU from approximately 9835 years ago that has lived in my head and my heart ever since.

read it on: ff.net | AO3

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chapter twenty-two

Chloe and Adrien’s hasty exit hadn’t only left Marinette adrift in a sea of unfamiliar faces, it had also left her with several burning questions.

Their whole exchange had been incredibly suspicious, and Marinette couldn’t help but be uncomfortably reminded of her conversation with Alya from earlier that week, and the remark she'd made about there potentially being other plots afoot.

A seed of uncertainty had been planted, and Chloe’s half-finished statement had provided the food and water it needed to spread its insidious roots just a little more deeply.

Marinette stared unseeingly down at her drink, thoughts a-whirl as she contemplated what exactly Adrien might need to 'work up the nerve' to tell her.

Unbidden, her mind flashed with an image—the snapshot it had taken of Adrien’s face in the moments before he'd dragged Chloe from the room. The expression was there and gone in an instant, but because she'd already been looking, she’d seen it clear as day.

The burst of panic in his eyes, the vaguely guilty tilt of his brows—all but incontrovertible proof that Adrien was, in fact, hiding something.

Marinette shifted in her seat, ill at ease and increasingly self-conscious now that she found herself alone, deep behind enemy lines, with reinforcements nowhere in sight.

“Guess I’ll just wait here then. By myself...” She muttered under her breath, taking a long sip from her drink. “This won’t be humiliatingly awkward in the slightest.”

-x-

She sat there for about twenty minutes before someone dared to approach her.

Having long since finished her drink, Marinette was silently debating the merits of retreating to the kitchen in search of another when a voice came from her left.

“Excuse me, are you Marinette Dupain-Cheng?”

She turned, taking in the group of girls standing at the edge of the couch. She didn’t recognize any of them, but they certainly fit the overall vibe of the party.

Young, fashionable, attractive.

And peering down their noses at her.

Marinette withheld a sigh. Here we go.

"Can I help you?" She asked, bracing herself for whatever was to come next.

“My friends and I were actually wondering if you could help settle a bet for us.” The girl who had originally spoken stood front and centre, elected the de facto leader of their little posse most likely on the basis of bravery. Or perhaps, Marinette mused, recognizing the hard glint in her eye, it had been a merit-based promotion awarded for ruthlessness on the battlefield.

Either way, the other girl was as beautiful as she was intimidating; her red hair shiny and pin-straight where it rested over her shoulders, her figure tall and statuesque like that of a model. She positively loomed above Marinette, who at that point was idly wondering whether it would even do her any good if she stood to face her opponent down.

The only way we’d probably be on eye level is if I got up on the couch, Marinette noted with chagrin, envying the taller girl her strategic height advantage.

Evidently mistaking her apprehensive silence for acquiescence, the redhead continued speaking.

“My friend here—” she gestured with a thumb to the doe-eyed brunette beside her, who appeared torn between condescension and embarrassment; an emotional smorgasbord that, unfortunately for her, mainly left her looking like a very sullen baby deer “—wanted to know whether the rumors were true. Are you really dating Adrien Agreste?”

Ah.

Their gazes were intent on her now, honed in and searching for any hint of weakness. Marinette didn't even need to look to know that everyone within hearing distance of their conversation was also listening in—the way the chatter around them had slowly petered off was a dead giveaway.

People could clearly scent potential drama brewing, and no one wanted to miss a second of it.

Vultures, the lot of them.

Internally Marinette shook a fist at the sky, cursing Adrien to the high heavens for abandoning her in order to confab with Chloe. She could really use the diplomatic immunity that came with his celebrity status right about then. Instead, she had to settle for saying, “Pardon?” as though she hadn’t very clearly heard and understood the redhead's question.

It didn’t have the desired effect though. Rather, it caused the other girl to smile widely, a sense of smug satisfaction practically oozing out of her pores.

“See, I knew it wasn’t true,” she said, sharing a look with her companions. “I told you there was no way that Adrien would ever date someone like her... They’re obviously just friends.”

“Or maybe she’s a charity case.” Someone muttered under their breath, their half-assed attempt at subtlety carrying quite easily to Marinette’s ears.

And to those of the people standing around them, judging by the tittering in the crowd. Marinette felt herself flush, heat creeping over her along with a sense of dread.

Do not give these harpies the satisfaction of reacting! Her inner-Alya voice coached her. That is exactly what they want!!!

Looking like the cat that swallowed the canary, the redhead leered down at her, most likely waiting for Marinette to embarrass herself by pitching a fit or fleeing from the room in tears.

Which, Marinette decided then and there, she absolutely would not be doing.

Instead, rather than reacting outwardly, she took a deep breath in, letting it out slowly through her nose as she reclined in her seat. Crossing her ankles neatly in front of her, Marinette attempted to project the image of someone who was as relaxed and at ease as a queen holding court.

Doing her best to channel Chloe Bourgeois’ particular brand of Bitch, she raised an eyebrow in what she hoped was an imperious manner.

“I'm sorry, have we met?”

The girls blinked as one, glancing uncertainly amongst themselves in the face of her non-reaction.

“Um, no?” The cranky Bambi-faced one answered.

“That’s so odd…” Marinette tilted her head slightly, adopting a look of innocent confusion as she put a finger to her chin in thought. “I could have sworn I’d met most of Adrien’s friends... How do you all know one another?”

The redhead faltered, taken off guard by the question.

“I mean, we don’t technically know him, but—”

Gotcha.

“Oh. I see.” Marinette let her lips curve up in a slow smile, making eye contact with each girl in turn. “I just figured you must be friends of Adrien’s, since you’re so concerned about his personal life and all. My mistake!” She made a point to turn up the wattage of her smile until it bordered less on anything resembling amicability, and became more of a territorial baring of teeth. So it's none of your damn business then, is what you're telling me.

Her expression appeared to effectively get the message across, judging by the increasingly nervous shifting in their ranks. It seemed like the redhead and her merry band of miscreants might finally be clueing in to the fact that this interaction wouldn't be ending as favourably as they had hoped.

Well tough shit for them, Marinette thought with a flash of vindictive pleasure. She had no intention of just rolling over and letting them walk all over her like a ratty old doormat. Normally she made a point of trying to give everyone the benefit of the doubt—treating others with politeness and kindness even if it felt like they might not deserve it—but she knew people like this. These girls were bullies, plain and simple. And they would always be on the hunt for other victims; people who might not be as confident or as capable of sticking up for themselves.

Therefore it was up to Marinette to put them in their place, regardless of whether the numbers were on her side. Things might not work out in her favour, but she had to try nonetheless.

"I'm not usually in the habit of sharing Adrien's secrets with people who are—" here she gave them a loaded look "—outside of his friend group, as it were, but since you're all here I suppose Adrien might forgive me for spilling the beans just this one time."

Marinette leaned in as though she were taking them into her confidence, pretending to be oblivious to the way the rest of the room's occupants were clearly hanging onto her every word. The girls responded in kind, swaying towards her seemingly in spite of themselves.

“I'm sorry you had to come all the way over here just for me to disappoint you, ladies, but I will have you know that Adrien Agreste is very much taken.” Marinette rose slowly to her feet, maintaining eye contact with their ringleader as she delivered her next line. "Not that it's any of your business either way."

“Now, if that was all, you’ll really have to excuse me," she said, rattling the ice cubes around in her empty glass. "I’m going to get myself another drink... All this girl talk has left my throat parched. Ta!” She gave them a jaunty little wave that she knew bordered on insolent, and made to leave.

From the corner of her eye she saw the redhead reach for her, her beautiful face bright red and twisted in an ugly snarl. “Hey wait a minute, bitch—”

Adrenaline spiking, Marinette barely had the chance to register what was happening before she found herself being pulled out of harm's way, and back against a warm, firm body.

“No need to go anywhere, Princess. I’ve got you covered.” Adrien's hand danced across the skin of her bare back, long fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. She fought the urge to shiver.

Marinette turned to him, her face breaking out in a genuine smile as she accepted the drink he pressed into her hand. “Your timing, as always, is impeccable.” Thank god you're here, she willed the message to him with her eyes alone, trusting that Adrien would pick up on her gratitude for the timely intervention. You just saved my ass—literally AND figuratively.

As though in response to her unspoken statement, Adrien pulled her more tightly against him, nestling her into his side. Marinette felt the last of the tension she'd been carrying drain out of her body as the scent of Adrien's cologne and his familiar, steady presence washed over her.

“Is there a problem here?” His eyes were fixed on the gaggle of girls in front of them, face frozen in a smile that was as artificial as plastic, and just as devoid of sincerity.

The girls for their part appeared to be panicking now, gobsmacked by the fact that Adrien Agreste himself had appeared before them in the flesh, and visibly unsettled by the iciness of his stare. The redhead stammered incoherently in response to his question, floundering as she tried, and failed, to come up with some kind of excuse.

“I think they were just leaving,” Chloe stated flatly, coming to stand at Adrien’s other side. “They’ve overstayed their welcome.”

One of the girls burst into tears on the spot. The rest could only stand there, shamefaced.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” Chloe waved a hand dismissively in their direction, dispersing the redhead's entourage like a cloud of flies. “Buh-bye! See you never.”

They fled almost instantly, leaving their spokesperson behind with nary a glance. The redhead remained frozen in place, apart from her mouth, which was opening and closing repeatedly like a fish.

Chloe stepped forward, placing herself bodily in front of Adrien and Marinette. “Let me make myself perfectly clear: you came into my house, tried to attack my friends... I don’t ever want to see you again—in my house, on the street, anywhere. You see me, you go in the opposite direction. Capiche?”

She was right in the girl’s face now, her high heels putting them nearly at eye level.

“Get. Out.”

And she did.

Chloe tossed her hair, not bothering to watch the other girl leave, turning instead to the rubberneckers still standing around. “Show’s over, people. Either move it along or start lavishing me with praise if you’re gonna keep gawking.”

The crowd began to disperse, disappointed at having their fun interrupted. As the party began to pick back up around them, Adrien leaned down, canting his head toward her.

“Are you okay?” He whispered, his breath dancing over the shell of her ear in a way that caused even more goosebumps to break out across her skin. His fingers were still splayed against her lower back, leaving trails of happy, distracting tingles along the base of her spine.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine,” Marinette tried to reassure him. In reality, what came out of her mouth was something more along the lines of: “Da wa, fime nine.”

She pulled away, the dual sensation of Adrien's hand on her skin and his breath in her ear doing funny things to her thoughts. It left her brain muddled, the words she wanted jumbling around and tumbling through her head like they were trapped in a washing machine.

Adrien’s face was still very close, his eyebrows quirked in a mixture of amusement and concern.

“I’m sorry I was gone for so long. I had no idea that anything like this would happen here," he sighed, straightening to rub at his temples. "It never even occurred to me—and then I left you alone...” Eyes flicking away from hers, Adrien looked like he was about one second away from full-on self-flagellation. Wanting to pre-empt any overblown and unnecessary acts of penance, Marinette reached out, pulling his hand away from his face and forcing him to meet her gaze.

“Adrien, it’s fine. They were just a bit rude, that’s all. Nothing I haven’t experienced before... I’m fine, really,” she insisted, her eyes boring into his as she tried to drive the message home. “They were harmless.”

“I don’t know about that,” Chloe drawled, stepping up beside them. Marinette had almost forgotten she was even there. “For a second there I thought that redheaded bitch was going to rip your arm off and beat you over the head with it.” She gave Marinette a once-over, an emotion that on anyone else might have passed for respect flashing through her eyes.

“Well done, Dupain-Cheng.”

Marinette paused, unsure whether to be flattered or concerned that she’d committed an act foul enough to have earned the Chloe Bourgeois Seal of Approval.

“Uh, thanks... I think.”

"Don't get used to it," Chloe sneered, although Marinette couldn't help but note that it lacked its usual bite.

Before she could think on it further, Chloe had turned to Adrien, her expression softening as she leaned in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

Then without further ado, she was flouncing off in a cloud of gold chiffon, loudly exclaiming to anyone who would listen that she was far too in demand to waste all of her precious time with them and that they'd just have to do their best to get on without her.

Which left Adrien and Marinette alone once more.

In a manner of speaking at least.

They were alone apart from the fifteen to twenty other people still in the room, all of whom were staring at them unabashedly, cataloguing their every move as they gossiped about the events of the last ten minutes.

Marinette knew how these things worked. By now word had almost assuredly begun to spread, and it would take no time at all for the story to reach every corner of the house, and quite possibly beyond. She could already picture the headlines:

Extra! Extra! Fisticuffs Fly As Fashion Family's Favourite Face And Free-Wheeling Floozy Fight Off Flock Of Foam-Mouthed Fanatical Fangirls

And if it did go public—which it inevitably would, knowing her luck—then Gabriel Agreste would almost certainly have her killed in her sleep before the week was through, which meant that she should really be out enjoying her last few moments on God's green earth to the fullest, not standing around being gawked at like a lizard in a pet shop window.

“You, uh, wanna go somewhere else?” Adrien widened his eyes at her significantly.

As in literally anywhere that isn’t here, right now.

The silent meaning was not lost on her.

“Please god yes,” Marinette breathed, the words coming out in a rush.

-x-

#ml fanfic #miraculous ladybug #adrinette #adrinetteapril2022 #marinette dupain-cheng #adrien agreste #adrienette #ml fic #miraculous fanfic #no miraculous au #childhood friends au #ml brothers au #fake relationship #ongoing fic #my fics

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representshinjuku · 9 months

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Three Hearts as One (三心同体）

“One way to the champ

There’s no way out

One way to the champ

There’s a reason to fight”

[All]

We’re going to the next level

And that’s the reason why we can’t lose this battle

You can’t shake our unity,

We stand three hearts as one

[Samatoki]

Now turn tail and run, you Shibuya dogs

This headshot’s your warning

Lawlessness is my rule

Running around the playground really suits you

Some used-up tool’s gonna pick a fight with me?

Forget it, I’ll take you out

I don’t give a shit what your reasons are

I’m just doing what I’ve gotta do–hunting you

Raising ‘Hama’s banner of revolt,

Three hearts as one

[Dice]

Always pinching up our brows?

Nah, we’ll hit straight through your hyped-up pride

Hiding nervous sweat under my poker face

I see right through you, I’m calling doubt on you fakes

[Gentaro]

Intimidation poured into your flowery lyrics

But your fear flickers clear through the facade

In one of my novels, you’d remain unnamed

Destined to die as such

[Dice]

A little bird like you better

Give it a nice long cry from inside your cage

[Gentaro]

You little rabbit of fables

What awaits you is ah, a tragic fate

[Dice]

Hama’s gettin’ some safety scissors

[Gentaro]

You no longer need your mad trigger

[Gentaro & Dice]

Dice and Gentaro, writing your last rites

Fling Posse rising to the top

Shibuya is greatest

We stand three hearts as one

[Jyuto]

You’re a writer who only knows fiction

Wet your bed and lie in it

This won’t end in just your arrest

Counting down to your destruction

[Rio]

Back to square one; this is my unshakable foundation

A gambler throwing a tantrum over the counter

Gets crushed by this verse

[Jyuto]

You plan to deceive me with lies?

Come crying teary-eyed begging for money?

[Rio]

If you kneel begging for forgiveness

I’ll let you taste my wonderful dishes again

[Jyuto]

Your face is an eyesore

[Rio]

I’m tired of your pretending

[Jyuto & Rio]

Don’t talk so cheaply of bonds

Yokohama is a monolith

MAD TRIGGER CREW, Shibuya goes down to

Three hearts as one

[Ramuda]

So scawy, scawy, you three of a kind

You’re real funny so keep up the jokes!

If you pick a fight halfheartedly then

In return should I crush your everything?

Yakuza, cop, soldier, ‘Hama’s garbage

You’re so annoying, I can’t share the stage with you

Gonna knock you on your back and open the path

Get outta the way, weaklings

C’mon and wave Fling Posse’s flag,

Three hearts as one

[All]

One way to the champ

We’ll seize glory with our disses

“We gotta go”

Towards the top

“No way out”

It’s kill or be killed until one of us falls

“We gotta go”

Or else this all means nothing

“Right here, right now”

To the next; Cutting deep, fighting head on

Burning with passion through our words

(Rhyming like nobody else has)

To the next; The strength of our bonds will carry us through (one way)

There’s a reason to fight; we’ll settle things three hearts as one

(Walking a road nobody else has)

Can’t stop ‘til we die!

[Rio]

The bullet wound, the heart to shoot

You’re naive to the pain of both

Though you’re blind in this abyss

It’s time to grovel in the mud, Posse

[Dice]

Gotta say thanks for feeding me but

Until this battle’s over I’ll have to pass

Playin’ around like a military maniac

Time for you to withdraw from the front lines

[Jyuto]

If you’re in the red, then you turn it to black

That’s nothing but simple winner’s logic

You’re a disgusting public enemy

Shall I erase you from society?

[Gentaro]

What is a lie and what is real?

An officer of the law wearing masks of good and evil

Without time to mourn–

Shall I ring the bell that tolls the end

[Samatoki]

Don’t come at me like you’ve learned something, stupid

Shut your damn mouth and choke on your empty words

Breakin’ down your pretty words and fake justice

I’ll show you your last vision

[Ramuda]

Yeah, witnessing threats at the scene of the crime

This means I’ve gotta give you a pat-down exam

Your lawlessness is on parade

Can’t let you run free anymore, stupid

[Samatoki]

Get outta my sight Ramuda, you damn brat

I’m never gonna forgive you

Your damn manipulations ain’t gonna shake ‘Hama

I’m gonna be the one settling things here

[Ramuda]

Huh? Who gave you the right to talk, Samatoki?

Your superficial anger’s a real eyesore!

If you mess with Shibuya, you get eliminated

You can’t invade our sanctuary

[MAD TRIGGER CREW]

Shout out with thundering anger–Rise up, rise up

[Fling Posse]

Together in the same boat–Open it up, open it up

[MAD TRIGGER CREW]

We’ll take it all, Mad Trigger Crew

[Fling Posse]

We won’t give way, we’re Fling Posse

[All]

Crush the enemy before you and forge ahead one way

Our bonds are greater than any sum

Break all; Hypnosis Mic

There’s a reason to fight here and now,

A conflict of interest

One way to the champ

We’ll seize glory with our disses

“We gotta go”

Towards the top

“No way out”

It’s kill or be killed until one of us falls

“We gotta go”

Or else this all means nothing

“Right here, right now”

To the next; Cutting deep, fighting head on

Burning with passion through our words

(Rhyming like nobody else has)

To the next; The strength of our bonds will carry us through (one way)

Sorry but we’re not backing down; we’re betting all our will and pride

There’s a reason to fight,

We’ll settle things three hearts as one

(Walking a road nobody else has)

Can’t stop ‘til we die!

We’re going to the next level

And that’s the reason why we can’t lose this battle

Rhyming like nobody else has

[MAD TRIGGER CREW]

We’ll take it all, Mad Trigger Crew

[Fling Posse]

We won’t give way, we’re Fling Posse

[All]

“One way to the champ”

Walking a road nobody else has

You can’t shake our unity,

We stand three hearts as one

#rule the stage #FP v MTC #fling posse #mad trigger crew #sanshindoutai #three hearts as one #hypstagetl #koutranslates

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rygoespop · 10 months

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Thomas and Friends: Tales from Sodor (Story 71): Alien Diesels

Scene opens with a Cold Opening, at the Dieselworks, the 4 Diesels were plotting revenge

Diesel 10: Alright my posse, it's time we pay those Steamies back, by being Aliens since that Space Center was built

Arry and Bert: Hooray Hooray!

Diesel 10: We'll have to be green with fake antennas

Diesel: *honks his horn as he arrived as he shunted SCruffey, with Paint Pots of Green Paint, Green Lights, and Fake Antennas* Heh heh heh, already got it covered

The 4 Diesels laugh as the camera pans up to the sky

Title Card: Alien Diesels

Scene opens with Thomas puffing into the Space Center with Annie and Clarabel, dropping off tourists

Narrator: One day, Thomas was delivering tourists to see the Space Center, they were very excited

Captain Nordstrom: Thank you Thomas, these Tourists are going to learn more of space

Thomas: Oh, thank you, Captain Nordstrom!

Tourist 1: Well there be signs of life from out there in Space?

Captain Nordstrom: *chuckled* Don't be silly, we haven't found any Aliens

Tourist 1: Aaah

Scene transitions to Night, as Molly was doing Night Deliveries, pulling Freight Cars of milk

Narrator: Later that night, Molly was out, delivering milk

Molly: Soon, there'll be plenty of milk to make all the ice cream

Suddenly, Molly sees a Green Light, causing her to come to a stop

Molly: Huh? Who's there?

In front of her, were Diesel 10, Diesel, Arry, and Bert, all looking like Green Aliens

Diesel 10: We, are Aliens, we came from a Planet far from Earth

Diesel: And we want you to take us to your leader

Arry and Bert: Ooooooooooh

Molly: *shaking in fear* Aliens? *she puffs away in backwards*

Diesel 10: *cackles* It worked

Diesel: Oh yes

Scene transitions to Tidmouth Sheds, the other engines are asleep, as they heard Molly screaming

Henry: *waking up and sees Molly puffing towards him* Ah aaaaaaah!

Molly: *crashes into Henry, but she backs up* Sorry Henry

Thomas: Molly, what happened?

Molly: I was out doing Milk Delivery, until suddenly, I seen 4 engines, but they were all green and have antennas

Edward: That sounds like-

Percy: Aliens!

Gordon: Pah! Please, there are no such thing as aliens!

Molly: It's true Gordon! I saw them on the main line!

Scene transitions to the next day at Knapford, as Gordon waited for the Express

Narrator: The next day, Gordon was at Knapford, waiting to take The Express

Paxton: *shunts the Express Coaches behind Gordon* Here you go Gordon!

Gordon: Thank you Paxton *he blew his whistle and puffs off*

Scene transitions to evening at Vicarstown, Gordon was waiting to take some Passengers from The Mainland to Knapford

Narrator: That evening, Gordon waited impatiently

Connor: *puffs in as he blew his whistle* Sorry I'm late Gordon! I came as fast as I could!

Connor's passengers exited the coaches and enters Gordon's coaches

Gordon: Well, your lucky we are not doing a race today

The Guard blew his whistle, signaling that it's time to go

Gordon: *blew his whistle and puffs off* Goodbye Connor!

Scene transitions to Night, as Gordon thundered down the line

Narrator: As soon as Night fell, Gordon was about to have an unexpected stop

Gordon: *sees the signal being red* Huh? *he came to a stop*

Just then, a green light appeared, and came the 4 Diesels in their Alien Disguise

Diesel 10: We don't come in peace

Diesel: Take us to your leader

Gordon: Ah! Aliens! Percy was right! *he puffs way in backwards*

Scene transitions to the next morning, as Gordon arrived back at Tidmouth Sheds

Narrator: The next morning, Gordon arrived back at Tidmouth Sheds

Thomas: Wha?! Gordon? Your back early after taking the evening express

Gordon: I- I just saw the aliens last night! Percy was telling the truth!

Percy: What?!

Edward: Aliens on Sodor? That can't be right

Thomas: I must investigate what's going on

Rosie: I'm coming with you Thomas

Scene transitions to Thomas and Rosie puffing into Brendam Docks

Narrator: Soon, Thomas and Rosie began to find some answers

Thomas: Hello Salty, hello Porter!

Salty: Oh ahoy Thomas and Rosie!

Porter: We are glad you came

Rosie: What happened?

Cranky: Well, there was a shipment of green paint

Carly: That was meant to be taken to the Steamworks

Big Mickey: By Charlie

Bulstrode: But by the time he arrived, someone has taken the paint!

Rosie: That's not right

Thomas: Hmmm, we better find it further! Thank you Brendam Docks Team!

Salty/Porter/Cranky/Carly/Big Mickey/Bulstrode: Your welcome!

Thomas: Come on Rosie! *he blew his whistle and puffs off*

Rosie: Right! *she follows*

Scene transitions to Thomas and Rosie arriving at the Dieselworks

Narrator: Soon, the two engines arrived at the Dieselworks

Thomas: Hmmmm, I wonder if they have the paint here

Rosie: *sees the paint pots* Thomas look!

Thomas: The paint! *he puffs up to the truck with the paint*

SCruffey: Hey watch it you- Wait! It's you!

Thomas: Uh oh!

Rosie: Thomas, who is- *gasps*

SCruffey: Help! Heeeelp!

Diesel 10: Huh?!

Diesel: We got intruders!

Diesel 10: *sees Thomas and Rosie* It's the Puffball and his girlfriend!

Thomas: I'm not her boyfriend!

Diesel 10: Barry, get them!

Arry: We're on it boss!

Arry and Bert oiled towards Thomas and Rosie

Rosie: We got to go Thomas! *she puffs away backwards*

Thomas: And that truck is coming with me! *he was able to pull SCruffey as he puffed away backwards*

SCruffey: Help!

Scene transitions to Thomas and Rosie, puffing backwards as Thomas pulled SCruffey, as Arry and Bert gave chase

Arry and Bert: Stop you!

Thomas: Arry, Bert! You don't understand!

Bert: Zip it!

Rosie: Heeeelp! *she blew her whistle loud*

Thomas blew his whistle loud as well

James: *heard the whistles* That sounds like- *sees Thomas and Rosie, being chased by Arry and Bert* Thomas and Rosie! *he blew his whistle and went after*

Bert: Surrender that truck to us!

James: Hey! How about minding your own?!

Thomas: James!

James: Thomas! What's going on?!

Thomas: We found out who are the aliens!

James: What?!

Rosie: It was Diesel 10, Diesel, Arry, and Bert!

James: What!?! They did this?!

Thomas: Yeah! With the help of SCruffey!

SCruffey: And me and the Diesels wouldn't gotten away with it!

Emily: *puffing down the same line, pulling her coaches with Sir Topham Hatt and Captain Nordstrom, as she sees Thomas and Rosie* Thomas! *she applied her brakes*

Thomas: Everyone, stop!

Thomas, Rosie, Arry, Bert, and James all applied their brakes

Emily: That was close

Sir Topham Hatt: *exits the coach* What is the meaning of this?! *sees Thomas* Thomas! What are you doing?! Your suppose to be on your Branchline!

Thomas: I know sir, but hear me out! We found out who are the aliens!

Captain Nordstrom: Aliens you say?

Diesel 10: *honks his horn as he and Diesel arrive* Don't listen to him sir!

Diesel: Thomas is making up stories

Thomas: I'm not! Sir, we found out who's behind of being aliens, it was Diesel 10 and his Posse!

Sir Topham Hatt: What?!

Diesel 10: Uuhh, I uh- Oh I give up! It was us sir!

Sir Topham Hatt: I knew it! Diesel 10, Diesel, Arry, and Bert! You four have caused confusion and delay! For your punishment, namely you Diesel 10 and Diesel, its back to the Waste Dump!

Diesel 10: This isn't the last of us! *he grumbled as he oiled away*

Diesel: You'll pay! *he oiled away as well*

Captain Nordstrom: Nicely done Thomas and Rosie, you were able to bring in the "Aliens" of Sodor

Thomas: Oh, thank you sir!

Captain Nordstrom: I'd like to present you both, your medal of Alien Capturing *he places the medals on Thomas and Rosie*

Rosie: Oooooh, we feel like Space Engines

Thomas: Yeah

Rosie: One small puff for steamies, and one for all on Earth *she giggled*

Thomas chuckled, as well as James and Emily, as the camera pans up to the surface of Earth

Story End

#thomas and friends

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kokakku · 1 year

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Business meeting | Seiji

Music and and the stagnant buzz of conversation flowed through the main room of the club, small groups of people in fitted suits and elegant cocktail dresses occupied the bar and flitted around the softly glowing dance floor. Above, a large crystal chandelier cast flecks of silver reflection on the patrons, and sends a champagne hued glow of light through the whole room. In a booth at the far back of the dining area, hazel eyes scanned the room lazily, but searching.

This place was glamorous, even for Seiji, he was sure even the tablecloths he'd just seen stained with wine by a drunken yakuza must cost a grand at least. Everything dripping in gold and crystals, it was excessive. Even the most simple of drinks at the bar were marked up by at least twenty dollars just for the glass you'd receive them in. He wasn't here to criticize the place though, as easy as it was, he was here for work.

He cast his gaze to the guards at the door, then to the various goons peppered throughout the bodies on the dance floor and at the bar. Seiji held back a scoff, these were the types big yakuza hired these days? Any rough enough looking or big enough yankii they could pull of the streets of Tokyo? No wonder it was getting easier to pull rugs from beneath them, they were practically stepping onto them and asking.

His eyes snapped to the door as it opened, a small posse of suited men stepped in, a thin middle aged man in a navy suit at their center. Finally, he had his target. He waited until the thin man was settled at the bar and until his lackeys had spread out to slide out of his booth and slither towards the bar just a few feet away from the older man.

"Another of these, please." he asked the bartender, in English, glancing at the man in blue. He found he was already being watched, looked up and down, he would hardly have to do anything. Seiji was just this mans type, he would know.

They had met, once, when he was fifteen. The man had been a client, but Seiji doubted he had any recollection of the night, ten years and countless other young men and boys had surely erased the memory entirely. He took his drink from the woman at the bar with a nod, and sat at on a nearby stool, legs posed and back arched just so. The mans gaze intensified.

Hook.

It was only moments before he felt a body slide onto the stool next to his own, he turned to look at the man as if to ask what he wanted. A sleazy grin met him.

"Evening dear," he had a heavily accented, smoke scratched voice, "you..ah...speak Japanese? You look- ah- hafu, no?"

"Yes." Seiji replied, in Japanese, "I'm a local." partially true. "did you need something?"

"Was only wondering if you'd let me buy you a drink? Flowery boys like yourself shouldn't pay for your own drinks, especially in places like this." The man leaned in slightly as he finished his sentence, he smelled like cigarettes and too much cologne.

Line.

"ehh- but I've only just gotten this one," he held up his glass, faking a chuckle, "and is there something...wrong with this place? It seems rather safe?" he gave his best naive smile.

"eh- right, sorry, I'll pay for your next one then?" dodging the question, he paused to pull a cigarette pack from his coat pocket, he pulled one out with his teeth and pointed the pack at Seiji "ya smoke?"

Seiji shook his head with a small smile, "no, can't stand the taste personally. And, I was thinking this is likely my last drink...anything else to offer? You'll have my attention as long as you've got something to offer~" he sipped his cocktail, giving the man a wink.

The man's grin widened as he chuckled, his eyes darkening as he pulled an engraved silver lighter from his pocket and lit his cigarette, he took a drag, "I uh...could get us into one of those rooms at the back, how's that?" he blew the smoke out of his nose, he looked ridiculous. Seiji widened the false grin, "Perfect~"

Sinker.

The older man waved over one of his goons as they stood to head to the back rooms, leaning in to mutter, "stay out here watching for problems, I'll be a while." ending with a sleazy smile and a wink, he looked back to Seiji, nodded his head in the direction of the thin hall, and took a sip of his drink before continuing his stride. Seiji fought back an eye roll, what a cocky douche.

The VIP rooms were rather small, crescent shaped red velveteen booths with a black glass table at their center, a smaller version of the crystal chandelier above the dance floor served as the only lighting in the small room, leaving it in an intentionally seductive dim light. The man in blue threw himself, legs spread, onto the center of the booth seat and waved an arm to his side with a grin. Seiji opted to keep some distance and sat himself towards the end of the crescent, legs crossed, and leaned back. He tilted his head with a smirk, giving a purposeful glimpse at his neck, "So, ojisan, now what?"

The man leaned forward and put his glass on the table, only half leaning back rest his elbows on his knees, hands dangling in the space between, "Now you tell me your name sweetheart, I wanna know who I'm spending my time with."

Seiji cringed internally at the pet name, but rolled his head forward and met the mans hungry eyes with half lidded ones, "Miyawaki Keita, and your name?" two random names, or maybe he'd gotten Miyawaki from an idol advert he'd passed on the train? who cares.

The man smiled again, "Matsuyama Yoshiki, at your service~" he gave a nod as a half bow. "Now...I've given you my best offer....so what do you have for me?" Matsuyama raised an eyebrow, eyes practically black with lust. Seiji repressed the urge to slit his throat then and there. But no, as much as he would like to paint the walls with the old creep, it'd be too risky. It would have to be the poison.

He uncrossed his legs to lean in close, looking Matsuyama right in the eye, he lowered his voice to a purr, "I've got plenty to offer...what would you like, Matsuyama-san?" all the while, a small vial was slipped down his wrist and into his palm, uncapped, and was drained into the older mans bourbon. He leaned back again, re crossing his legs and raising a seductive eyebrow.

Matsuyama groaned and reached for his glass, "ehhh....what a little tease! I've got quite a few things I might like....choices, choices..." he leaned fully back and took a swig of his drink. Predictable. The man licked his lips and grinned, "how about we start with you getting a little closer? You've been hiding in that corner the whole time!" he laughed, then paused, confusion washing over his features. "What the- what's-" he sat up, immediately having to steady himself, he shot a glare at the young man across from him "What the fuck did you do!?"

Seiji said nothing as he stood, adjusting his coat and pulling a bag out of the inner pocket, paying the now yelling man no mind, these booths were sound proofed, and he'd be asleep any moment. He calmly took the syringe out of the bag, removed the small protector at the end, checked for bubbles in the liquid, and gave the needle a flick before turning to Matsuyama with a cold stare.

The older man was desperately fighting to stay awake, to Seijis slight surprise. No matter, he didn't need him to be fully asleep, just unable to fight, and he would be less and less able to fight sleep as the drug spread. Seiji simply swatted his hand away as he rolled up his sleeve. In just a few seconds he'd injected the full contents of the syringe into the older mans arm and was searching his pockets, that lighter earlier was rather pretty.

Seiji stood, putting a cigarette between his teeth and lighting it, he pocketed Matsuyamas lighter and scanned his sleeping form.

Not dead yet, but he would be in three hours or so. The toxin was a slow acting one, he'd have loved to taken out Matsuyama in a more quick violent fashion, but a violent death would leave his bodyguards more inclined to remember the details of the young man the boss had taken to the back. This way, the panic and the scramble upon finding him passed out and drugged would make the details of Seijis appearance foggy.

He breathed out the smoke as he opened the door and made his way even further back, there was an emergency exit at the end of the hall he'd found when mapping the place the week before. In fifteen minutes he was down the street and making his way through the crowded streets of Ginza to the nearest train station.

He glanced at his phone for the time, he had made good time, could probably get six hours of sleep before catching a plane back to New York. It had been two weeks, he wanted to go home, to see the cats, should probably finish the sculpture he'd left half done too. Besides, he hated how Japanese summers were always so humid, he'd come back in fall. For vacation and for more work.

There was always more work.

#🎨#scribbles

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monarchisms · 3 years

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OKAY SO.... its less FAHC and more.... fake AH posse??? Im thinking in cowboys (like always) anD I JUST.... ok, fake ah posse x ydyd sort of thing where like, they can die and they have to do complex rituals to bring each other back, but theyre cowboys??? Anyways i was only thinking of this because i got thw very clear image of them playing poker, and jack pulls the dead man's hand and just, blanches, before folding and walking away and then she DIES THE NEXT DAY????? im going crazy thinking about this ok i litchrally LOVE fahc cowboys............ i LOVE SUPERNATURAL COWBOYS................. like i GUESS the concept could work for standard fahc too but...... yeehaw..... yknow?

bro........................ Draw This

#i will Literally pay you if it isn't too expensive #fake ah crew #''fake ah posse'' god that's so good!#galaxy brain stuff right here #fukinfaker #ask box 360

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arcane-temp-fandomblog · 2 years

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Arcane character parallels / Caitlyn & Viktor / I'm true to my moral convictions so I'm secure in the outcome of my choices

Ah, this parallel is beautiful because these two are by far people that have stellar morals and don't stray from their convictions. They also don't even blink an eye to break the rules when they think the rules/law are unjust. I mean that's the first thing both of them do when they disagree with unjust system:

Put themselves on the line to personally fix the injustice they found in the system. Break out an inmate from prison by falsifying orders or take research that's supposed to be destroyed of a person with a dream to change the world. They know they're in the right, so it's worth it.

And it pays off... for a time.

It's funny because they take a lot of personal responsibility in their choices, which you kind of need to if you're your own law. But both of them have a bit of a blind spot.

Cait's is super obvious, she's a person of Piltover - brought up in Piltover that believed every single fairytale about how just, equal and progressive her society is. She has moral backbone to break the laws but not knowledge of the system, so she's a moral person that never seen reality of the world she lives in (that is in Zaun). The naivety makes her sound deluded, as if she is for Piltover's injustice or blind - and she never realises the inequality is not a personal issue to fix of just seeing other's as equal.

So she strings along Vi, trying to guide her to her goal and support her - and it goes from failure to failure. Vi doesn't believe in the system but she believes Caitlyn has her best interest at heart (which she does like a schoolgirl in love, 100%), but her strong moral convictions and focus on fixing injustice are applied to fairytale idea of how the world works.

We all know how that goes. She's the person who would stick to the death to her morals but lived in fake reality and as the story progresses all of her assumptions about Piltover are proven false at a cost. Mostly cost of guiding Vi for real to heal her interrupted by time relationship with Jinx/Powder, Powder would never be back as she was because of 'x' years that have past. And she could have done it, but the naivety that they have equal say how the system works (both sides yk) makes her treat Vi/Ekko's opinions on Piltover as just as valid as hers. (They aren't, she doesn't have a clear perspective... yet) Plus she knows people in the highest power personally, so she can attest for their character even if the enforcers are corrupt. So on... so forth. Until she made Vi loose all conviction in the system, not her - the system ever working, and the only way Vi knows how to fix things is by punching. The cycle continues...

It's a self reinforcing cycle - where Cait looses more and more security in her own morality and judgment because she is trying to help but has no tools/clear picture how, as evident of her results.

Until Jinx decides for herself to sever the old relationship with Vi's idealised old image of Powder (it was never possible anyway, she was forever changed by shimmer and years), now they have to learn how to be sisters if ever...

And then there's Viktor who posses both idea about the inequality ingrained in the system - the world - and the morals he'd happily put his head down on. But coming from Zaun he has the same issue as Vi, it's easier to understand where he's coming from in Vi's perspective:

If there ever was a person that meritocracy in Piltover (if it was real) would reward for hard work and ingrained skills and contribution to "Progress", it'd be Viktor. But this is the treatment he receives as assistant of Heimerdinger:

Which doesn't change after whatever timeskip, Heimerdinger offers speech on Progress day to Jayce NOT them both. It's only Jayce who offers them to get on stage together 'coz for Jayce they're equal, but yeah - even after all these years Viktor still does feel like an outsider when not in their lab. Jayce is the only one that acknowledges them as a duo in whole story, not even Viktor does that.

He's confident in both his skills and his morals, but 'self worth' he learned from the system he exists in, alike Vi, doesn't allow him to ever voice more than snide remark. And unlike Cait he doesn't blunder on right-wrong outcomes when using his morals because he knows the system is unequal deep down. He's extremely secure and confident on personal level but the system disempowers these qualities of his character. When in act one Viktor was the leader of their duo with Jayce on decision making, everything was going smoothly, when in act 2 they switch places 'because classism' everything goes to shit.

THEN he tries to continue his work and does compromise on his morals. Well it's framed both by him and Heimerdinger as bad mostly, but let me reframe it "A terminally ill man seeks out treatment from 'immoral source' that tests cures on animals (most medicine irl is tested on animals btw), to maybe prolong his life or find cure to an affliction that was caused by systemic inequality, to continue his life's goal to improve people's lives".

This sounds immoral to Viktor lol. Or like compromise of his morals.

Insane right. Viktor should not try to save himself and others with the same illness just in case - old wise man Heimerdinger said so. Because it's not just Viktor, it's other people like him that you just don't see in Piltover. Why would you? Piltover never developed a cure.

And the only person that sees insanity of Heimerdinge's opposition to continued working on possible cure in that scene is Jayce.

Anyway, the funniest part is that he seeks out Singed and goes all out with that he's ready to compromise his morals for "Progress", forsake any legacy, be despised, etc. He's either Viktor the moral man or Singed the immoral scientist. Go big, or go home.

And he thinks risk is minimal, he's a moral man - he will be able to foresee every fallout (which he is normally) and reason he makes the choice is moral - developing cure, and if not he's only hazard to himself anyway. Which he is usually. Because people caring about him aside from work relationships in Piltover, or even seeing him as an aspirational figure, who could have foreseen this. Apparently not Viktor.

And Jayce will understand and trust he knows what's he's doing (he would), but what Singed said is still in the back of his mind that 'perhaps no one will understand, not even Jayce'. When they next meet, Jayce makes a small but big mistake being classist unconsciously. For him Viktor is not a person from the scary undercity - he's Viktor and they're equal, why would Viktor go to the dangerous place when Jayce is working hard to ensure "everyone's safety". Since Jayce doesn't understand the system he's a part of at all at that point.

Then there's a freak accident and poor Sky - an assistant that had same dreams as Viktor to work hard and do her part to improve lives. And welp, apparently one death, one mistake he didn't foresee is enough for Viktor to decide that he's not fit either to be a scientist like old moral Viktor (he has changed forever) and his morals will never stomach going the path of Singed of progress at any cost. (And he was so sure of that one lol, he just dipped a tiny toe in Singed pool of being a Singed). Or yk, what's the point really to live otherwise.

Like Jayce had to make every single mistake that was put in his path to learn that 'yep, Piltover class system doesn't work for undercity' and there's still more... to understand how people from undercity see people from Piltover.

edit. Also since now Singed is hinted to be Orianna's father in the ending, a Pilovian girl who selflessly went to help with poisonous spills in Zaun and due to poisoning had to have her father replace every single part of her body as it died for which he was thrown out from the academy, I find it pretty interesting Viktor is dying from similar disease.

So yeah in terms of story arc, a bit learning still to do for both Caitlyn and Viktor. Here's post on:

Vi & Viktor / Systemic disempowerment & self-reliance

Caitlyn & Viktor / I’m true to my moral convictions so I’m secure in the outcome of my choices

Jayce & Caitlyn / Painful journey of naive well-meaning people

Jayce & Vi / Jinx - how two idiots snatched defeat out of the jaws of viktory

#arcane viktor #arcane caitlyn #arcane analysis #arcane jayce #arcane meta

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ohagialpaca · 3 years

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Fling Posse: "Catch Us If You Can" DRAMA TRACK | Fan Translation: Part 1

I remember someone asking for this a long time ago, I finally had some time to do it; this is my first time translating something really long so please let me know if I messed up ;w; and enjoy!

drama track

Fake Ramuda Clone: Hm~ Hmmhm~m Hm~

Lady 1 : Ramuda-chan! Let's see each other again!

Fake Ramuda Clone: Let's meet again another time!

Lady 2: Ahh...but I also wanna hang out with you~

Fake Ramuda Clone: Lady, I also wanna as well, but I have some su~per hard work left~

Lady 3: Ramuda-kun! I had so much fun today with you!

Fake Ramuda Clone: Me too! Hope we can spend another date together ehe~!

Ladies: *fangirls*

Fake Ramuda Clone: Ahahahahaha! See you all later!

Gentaro: Good thing we hid our Ramuda somewhere else before all of this...

Dice: Chuohku seems to already have planned ahead before us, huh.

Gentaro: Given that, if we get caught trying to save our Ramuda, we'll be in for the consequences.

Dice: Of course. It's absolutely disgusting of how that Ramuda is just walking around like nothing has happened...

Gentaro: I agree, yet aside from the both of us, everyone is Shibuya believes that the real Ramuda.

Dice: Let's head back to where Ramuda is, we can talk about what's going on to him.

Gentaro: Alright, but I think it's better for us to part ways, we'll attract too much attention if we're together.

Dice: 'kay, see you later then.

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Ichijiku: Excuse me for the interruption, Otome-sama.

Otome: So...how did things fare in Shibuya's division, with replacing the old Ramuda Amemura with a new one go?

Ichijiku: We have reports that the job of placing a new Ramuda Amemura in Shibuya Division has went well. Yet the old Ramuda Amemura has been missing and hasn’t been found.

Otome: Hm...very well. Then send out the special forces to Shibuya is case anything will get in our way. Honobono will lead the forces.

Ichijiku: I see then...

Otome: I understand why you are concern about Honobono going, but I believe it’s necessary to send her in this situation because of her skill.

Ichijiku: ...Very well then, we will do all we can to eliminate any opponent that stands in our way.

Otome: Thank you.

Ichijiku: In case if we find them, what shall we do about Gentaro Yumeno.......and Dice Arisugawa?

Otome: ...

Ichijiku: Otome-sama...?

Otome: We will have them both arrested and sent to the Special Maximum Security Prison.

Ichijiku: Ah...very well.

---

Gentaro: Ramuda, it's me.

Ramuda: Ahem~! Please say the password in order to open the door!

Gentaro: Ramuda...this isn't the right time to fool around.

Dice: Eh? We aren't you going in yet?

Gentaro: See for yourself.

Dice: Hmm...It me! Let me in.

Ramuda: Ahem~! Please say the password in order to open the door!

Dice: Password? Umm...we are the BEST, AMAZING, BOUNDED- TIGHT POSSE!

Gentaro: Ugh..how are you not embarrassed by saying that so straightforwardly-

Dice: Oh! It worked!

Ramuda: Dice~su! I love you so~o much!

Dice: Tch. Get offa' me!!!

Ramuda: Hehee! But you just said we're the best, amazing, bounded-tight pose ever, right?

Gentaro: Ramuda...you don't have to act all kitty-cutesy around us.

Ramuda: Eh? But during a time like this you need to act all light and fluffy to cheer everyone up!

Gentaro: I guess you're right.

Dice: So, what are we gonna do now? We're more than likely gonna get caught.

Gentaro: Yes, but they have already have replace Ramuda’s presence with a fake one in Shibuya.

Ramuda: So the “other me” has already been sent down...

Gentaro: It appears so. Chuohku is already a step ahead of us, Dice; how much candy do we have left?

Dice: Looking at the amount, I think we're fine for now.

Gentaro: As we are doing fine for right now, once the candies are gone, that will be it. We can't be too happy about our situation.

Dice: Yep, but they'll probably are going to come here and get rid of Ramuda.

Ramuda: You are right. After all, my existence is one of the many secrets those ladies know about. I don't think they'll will let me go on my own.

Ramuda: That means that Chuohku will definitely send 'Kotosarhai'.

Gentaro: Kotosarhai?

Ramuda: They're a powerful special force unit within Chuohku's department of justice, lead by a powerful woman named Honobono Keitouin.

Dice: Do you think that Honobono lady will come after us?

Ramuda: Looking at all the elements here, she'll probably show up soon.

Dice: ...

Ramuda: I think the best resort if we do encounter her is to run away and leave everything behind.

Dice: Run, huh...hahaha! In gambling, people say that taking on stronger opponent is the best way to gamble!

Ramuda: Don't fool around we me!

Gentaro: As a writer myself, I cannot help but be curious more and more about someone you fear.

Ramuda: That isn't the point. Honobono is not the person to just act up too!

Dice: Calm down Ramuda. If anyone tries to hurt or endanger you, Gentaro and I will protect you 'till the end. Right Gentaro?

Gentaro: Indeed, we will not let anyone get in the way of our goal.

Ramuda: But your guy's opinion isn't being back up with any real knowledge or facts about the opponent themselves!!

Dice: Hahaha! I'm a gambler, I'm all about instinct, not facts.

Gentaro: Actually I disagree with that statement. As a writer, knowledge is power, but the determination to make something happen is what overlooks knowledge. If I'm determined to save Ramuda, I can make it happen.

Dice: If that will save Ramuda, then I'll repeat it as much as I can!! Ramuda will survive!! Ramuda will survive!! Ramuda will survive!! Hah...hah..Gentaro...how was that?

Gentaro: Hm...no quite there yet, but if you say it another 1000 times, it will work.

Dice: A-a 1000 times??? Alright then...but since it's for Ramuda I'LL DEFINITELY DO IT!!! RAMUDA WILL SURVIVE!! RAMUDA WILL SURVIVE!! RAMUDA WILL SURVIVE!! RAMUDA WILL SURVIVE!-!

Ramuda: Ahahahaha! I WILL SURVIVE!! I WILL SURVIVE!! I WILL SURVIVE!! I WILL SURVIVE!-! Hah...

Gentaro: ahaha..

Ramuda: I'm doing it right, right?

Dice and Gentaro: You did it perfectly Ramuda.

Ramuda: Ehehee!

Dice: Okay then! We're going to make those words a reality!

Gentaro: Ramuda, both of us will go now. Please stay put.

Ramuda: Mhm!

---

Gentaro: Dice, do you have a plan after all this sweet-talking to Ramuda?

Dice: Not really, but I can't let the main "aspect" let me down. What about you?

Gentaro: "Aspect" huh....I do and don't have a plan.

Dice: What's that suppose to mean?

Gentaro: I will do the best I can to protect him. Dice, please be careful.

Dice: Yeah, you too.

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cinnamonest · 3 years

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Yoo you remember the venti x nun! Reader idea I sent you and said that I might come up with something for zhongli? I think I have an idea. For plot purposes xiao knows rex lapis is alive

Zhongli figures out why you don't want to marry him and approaches xiao and verr goldet one night and asks them to help him out, verr will keep him the furthest and sound proof room in the hostel and xiao will bring you there with the excuse of the yaksha needing your faith in morax for something.

You wake up to xiao breaking your window and basically throwing you out of bed ordering you to follow him and not ask any questions.

The way to the hotel is long and the silence of the yaksha doesn't make the travel feel shorter, the old stairs crack under you feet as of they were to break any second. Your chest hits his back when he suddenly stops in front of goldet, giving her a silent nod to receive a key.

' stay. Don't enter until I say' that was the only thing you heard from xiao in some hours but either way you followed the command, he was a yaksha, he was nearer to celestia than you would ever be, and you felt the need to have a certain respect for him. " Now, enter" you heard his voice behind the door, your hand fell on the cold knob, turning it slowly.

Between the door frame and the slightly open door you saw the dark room, you creep your hand in the space between the door and its frame tapping for the light switch when a hand stops you "I did say that you could turn on the light. Just enter" taking a deep breath to will yourself to enter.

As you expect, not a single light was on. " Seat" xiao was standing behind a wooden chair that was facing you and the door, you follow the command, still too tired to doubt his intentions and the suspicious ambient on this travel " you must know the news of the death of rex lapis, or morax, as you call him" the mention of his death makes you sigh lightly, you were sure another geo archon would step in and take care of the city but they wouldn't be the same deity you sworn your loyalty to " what if he wasn't dead? " You couldn't see him but his footsteps were going to the door, after they stopped you heard a light click of the door closing. Now getting nervous you stand up from the chair " xiao wha-"

His voice interrupted you like a thunder " did I say that you could stand?" His foot fell heavy on the floor and you could feel the vibration.

" now xiao, you said you wouldn't get so worked up" a deep voice resounded behind you " please don't worry dearie, i won't let him hurt you. If you don't fight back too much" the hands of the person fell heavy on your shoulders

" I apologize, rex lapis but for a mortal to think that they can kill an archon. How could anyone ever think a human could stand a chance against a divinity? Plain Stupid"

" now finish explaining" the person hands slipped from your shoulders to your forearm

" after his 'death' rex lapis started to reminisce in his vast time " you hear the drag of a chair on the floor and then what you suppose was the sound of xiao sitting down on it " from when the yakshas were created, how he taught them to wield their weapons to how they met a deadly end"

" xiao, I kind of need to go home, I have to go to the qingce village to read to.the kids and and..."

" oh, dear, you said you were so faithful to me but you can't even stay a bit late hearing me? Was you devotion only and act? You pain me" the deep voice sounded severe as if it was scolding a child

" look, please, let me go home, you are scaring me" your hands were on the man's heavy ones, trying to get away from his grasp, when you turned around you saw a little of his face when the window opened and let inside a ray of moonlight, you wouldn't have believed your eyes if xiao didn't critique you for staring " don't ogle rex lapis, human"

From under his hood you could only see his mouth and nose " took you long enough for someone who says to be fully loyal to me" he grabbed a stand of hair and lightly smelled it " i guess you might already guess what I want, your goodness of heart has not gone unnoticed by me, in fact I feel flattered. But now I will have to ask for a proof of your devotion, strip"

" what?"

" you asked on a shooting star for economic growth, your new job got you now economically stable thanks to my help, i fulfilled my part, now is time for you to complete yours," his hands were resting on your hair, holding you down and showing a little 'afection' " you are to have the archon's children to replace my place as liyue's archon. Tomorrow you will ask the consultant of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor for marriage and you will raise my offspring with the values a god should posses" slowly he makes you stand up and guides you to the bed

" no you don't understand, I can't, I won't"

" you want to break our contract?" Rex lapis hold on your wrist felt as if he was trying to break it " then be it then, I will take the economic prosperity I granted and, something more should do, it shouldn't be too hard to put fake clues that you were behind my murder, that will do"

" NO!" a yell escapes your throat, you don't want to lose your home and being chased by liyue geoarmy because they thought you were behind the the deicide " please no"

" then lay in bed now" his back was turned to you and you could hear him slipping out of his clothing " i promise this won't hurt"

You woke up the next morning, the bird singing and the sun shining, you saw at your side to see nobody, not like you expected to see rex lapis resting next to you, he must have left after you passed out. You grip your clothing making it look the less messy possible.

" remember. Zhongli. You are to propose to him" xiao voice surprised you, he was seated on the same spot you heard him go to at night " he should be entering his work now"

Not sparing a look at the anemo user you left, wishing to go home and bath for hours, when you entered your house you found a little memo in the table " zhongli. Funeral Parlor. -RL" you threw the paper, but when you went to the bathroom you found another, and another in your closet, and under your pillow. As soon as you managed to fall asleep you heard a voice yelling to you to wake up and go to zhongli, this went on for days until you swallowed your pride in favor of basic bodily needs. Giving up you dragged yourself to the parlor, wishing to end this nightmare and be able to sleep even if it was for an hour

" Hello! Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, I'm hu tao, owner of the business. How can I help you" the woman's voice was almost too high for you

" I'm looking for someone called zhongli? Is he here?"

" old zhongli? Yeah! Let me call him for you!" You couldn't thank her before she let out a ear piercing scream "ZHONGLIIIII, TO THE RECEPTION. YOU GOT VISITSSSS"

" yes, hu tao? It wasn't necessary to yell" a tall man with amber eyes answered

" you have a visit, from a pretty lady too, Casanova" his eyes fell on you and a light blush dusted his cheeks, even if you were too tired to notice

" i wanted to talk about your confession, the one you told me a few days ago"

" oh? Uhm we should talk in another place about that. This is a...." He turned his head and saw his boss whispering something he guessed was ' get her, tiger' or something similar " less than optimal. Let's go inside"

As you two walked inside you asked " did you... Really mean what you said back then?"

A silence formed between you two, for you it was passive Aggressiveness but, unknown to you he was savoring the moment, seconds before you claimed to love him, even if it was false it would be true soon enough

" yes, I did mean it and I still feel the same" he opened a door to a room with a table and a tea set " chamomile tea or rooibos tea?"

" ah? I'm fine with chamomile, thanks" you stood by his side while trying to go to the point " i know I turned you down in your confession but I thought about it and..." Zhongli would have sworn he was shaking with excitement " I really like you. Please be my pair" you lightly bowed, as if you were begging

It was time for Zhongli to act surprised, his eyes opened and he stopped breathing for a second before almost tackling you into a hug, he wouldn't let you use any excuse to not be together " i promise to cherish you for all eternity" he didn't take promises lightly

-🌸 How was the food?

I have been NOURISHED thank you very much hhhhh 👀👀

#q #lena's asks

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hypfic · 3 years

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After Facing the Wall

so.... that DH vs BB live huh... if you haven’t seen the live I don’t think this really spoils anything since it’s pretty ambiguous, but if you’re trying to avoid any mention of it, avert your eyes!

I wrote this as a completely self indulgent drabble at first, but then I kept going and the next thing I knew, I was four pages deep in Ichiro love... When I first got into hypmic I wasn’t a big fan of Buster Bros, but now?? Oh boy now they’re tied for first with Fling Posse.... and Ichiro... I love him so much and want to hold his hand....

(I was supposed to finish working on chapter 3 of IKOT109 yesterday but I did this instead... chapter 3 should be done soon! she’s a long one!)

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You’re laying in bed half awake after watching the broadcast of today’s DRB. Unfortunately, you were stuck at home with a cold as the brothers went off to battle.

You were just dozing off when the front door to the apartment creaked open. Rubbing drowsiness from your eyes, you grabbed your glasses from the nightstand and shuffled out of the bedroom. You stood silently in the doorway of the kitchen, leaning against the framing as the three brothers briefly discussed the night’s events. Ichiro glanced up and caught your eyes, smiling weakly at you. He was hurting, the opponent he faced today, that the three of them faced today, was greater than any boss before.

You walked over and gave the two younger bros a hug, holding them tight and expressing your pride. After ruffling Jiro and Saburo’s hair, you sat next to Ichiro. You reached down and took his hand in yours, leaning into his side and kissing his cheek. As he continued to talk with his brothers, you rested your head on his shoulder, tracing circles around his bruised knuckles. You didn’t say anything, you didn’t need to, just being there was enough.

The brothers’ conversation gradually lagged and the two of you were soon alone. Ichiro sighed and kissed the top of your head, squeezing your hand for reassurance. You knew that this… this was all a lot for him. An old friend and teammate, and his father…. He had so much in his mind. You looked up at him and kissed his furrowed brow, reaching over to wipe the forming tears from his eyes.

“Hey, let’s go upstairs, ok? Lay in bed and cuddle, alright? Hmm?”

Ichiro nodded, eyes still focused on the wall in front of him. You tugged him up by his sleeve and didn’t let go of his hand until the two of you were in his room. As soon as the door closed behind you, Ichiro pulled you into his arms in a tight embrace, burying his face in the top of your hair. You wrapped your arms around his waist as he held you tight, head resting over his heart. You swore you could hear it bleed and break.

The two of you held each other close, simply basking in the safety and comfort of the other’s arms. You felt a few tears dampen your hair, you pulled Ichiro even closer.

He pulled away after allowing the moment to linger. He looked tired, empty, uncertain. You stood on your toes and moved a hand to cup his cheek, sweetly kissing his lips. Ichiro smiled meekly at you, leaning down and pressing your foreheads together. He let out a weighted sigh as he reached for your hands again. You could feel his tremble.

It was hard for Ichiro to uphold the strong, unbreakable front he presented. This was especially so when it came to his family… his brothers. You’d watched the three of them grow so much since their previous loss, yet this battle seemed to hurt even more.

You couldn’t begin to imagine what your boyfriend was thinking. What he was feeling. Rei’s cutting words haunted your mind, but you only experienced them second hand. Ichiro… Ichiro was in the direct line of fire. To be spoken to like that by the man that’s caused him so much hurt… you couldn’t wrap your head around how Ichiro must feel.

You pecked his lips again and tugged him towards the bed, pulling him into your lap as you sat down. Ichiro liked to be held, and you loved to hold him. Even though you were much smaller than the man in your arms, your presence and embrace was immensely comforting.

Ichiro sat up for a moment and removed his jacket, tossing it to the floor before settling back in your arms. He laid his head on your chest, breathing in sync to the drumming of your heartbeat.

You ran your fingers through his hair, humming a tune softly as his hand made their home around your waist.

“Ichi,” you said softly.

“Hmm?”

“I’m really proud of you,” you swallowed back tears, halting your hand and bringing your face down into his hair. It smelled like sweat and smoke, with the lingering hint of his stupid, fruity shampoo. “You and the bros did so well. You especially, I guess I’m a bit biased but,” you moved your hand from Ichiro’s hair to wipe away tears. “You’ve grown so much, and I think everyone can see that. You’re so strong, and you held your ground the entire time. I think he underestimated you and you rose way above his expectations…”

Ichiro shuffled out of your arms to face you, smiling softly as he took your hands. He brought them up to his lips and kissed your knuckles, tracing the curves with his thumbs after placing your linked hands in his lap. You knew if you looked at him, both of you would burst into tears so you stared at your linked hands.

He scooted closer to you and let go of your hands, reaching over and holding your face. You had no choice but to look up at him and wobbly smile, the flooding feeling of tears in the back of your throat.

Ichiro’s eyes were misty when he looked at you, a few tears slipping down his cheek. “Thank you, y/n. For everything. For being here, for supporting me, for supporting Jiro and Saburo too. I don’t know if they express it enough but they love you just as much as I do, they see you as a part of our family,” he leaned down and kissed your lips. “I think I love you just a bit more though. But, I don’t think we’d be anywhere close to where we are today if it wasn’t for you.”

“Don’t say that…. I’m sure you would. All of the progress the three of you have made has nothing to do with me.”

Your boyfriend shook his head. “You might not think it, but you inspire us, inspire me to be better. After all my bros and I have been through together…. I’ve always wanted to be the best for them. To provide for them and protect them, especially after that incident years ago. But, every day they show me that maybe I’m the one who needs protecting. They always have my back and put so much faith in me, I don’t think they know how much faith I have in them.” Ichiro paused. “After you stumbled into my life and in turn into theirs, I think I relaxed more, allowed myself to rely on my family for advice and support. I know I say this a lot but I was terrified to ask you out,” he blushed, “But the two of them insisted that I try and I’m so glad they did. You brought in something we could think about that wasn’t work or division related, and that allowed us to relax and focus on ourselves… I’m forever grateful for that.”

You didn’t realise that tears started running down your cheeks. “I-Ichi….”

Ichiro smiled and kissed your forehead, brushing your tears away with his thumb. “I love you, baby, so damn much.”

“Yeah the ‘kyun’ really gave it away,” You teased with a giggle, cheeks flushed.

“Ah… yeah, I…” he stammered.

You laughed, leaning up and kissing him. “It was cute~ it made my heart jump.”

“Oh my god, it’s really not that big of a deal babe I-“ Ichiro huffed, cheeks red.

“But seriously, Ichiro. You guys did so well, I’m just sad I couldn’t have been there to cheer you on from the crowd…. stupid cold,” you pouted.

“Well, think of it this way, you cheer me on every day no matter where you are, just by being here with me.”

“Ichi that was disgustingly sappy and adorable I’m going to vomit.”

He laughed, “Says the one who was kissing me all over and expressing how proud they were of me,” Ichiro paused and looked at your shirt. “And wearing my Miku t-shirt.” Ichiro flicked your forehead.

“Hey! It’s comfy ok? And I missed you and it smells like your cologne….” You blushed.

“Oi, are you two done being gross and look decent?” Jiro knocked on the door. “.... Can Saburo and I come in?”

Ichiro looked at you and smiled before patting his lap in invitation. You climbed into his lap and sank into his embrace as he wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your head.

“Come on in, boys,” you called out with a smile. “You want in on this, Jiro-chan?” You smirked as Jiro fake gagged at the sight of you in his brother’s lap.

The two younger brothers stood in the doorway timidly, Saburo holding onto the back of Jiro’s sleeve. They both had a look of physical and emotional exhaustion on their faces.

“Alright, come on, in the hug you go,” you opened your arms wide with a smile.

You could practically see their hearts swell with joy before they threw themselves on the bed. Tears fell on their lashes as you and Ichiro pulled them in tight. Your eyes looked back and met Ichiro’s. His gaze was filled with love and charity. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Fight 4 Your Pride

[Ichiro]

Fight 4 your pride

Getting my way Number One bad Ichiro takes the stage

You can’t pass me up, I’m the leader

Aye, always in battle mode

These rhymes’ll kick you trash to the curb

We three brothers got the strongest will

Never running outta freestyle rhymes

Our fists will pierce the heavens

Time’s up--we’re fighting no holding back

[Jiro]

We took this game--you want your participation trophy?

Your face is gonna get all bruised up

If you keep comin’ at us you’re gonna get hurt

Before you pick a fight with us brothers,

You better look away and step aside

Or else we’re gonna have to play tag

And if we catch you, you’re gettin’ beat down

[Saburo]

Jiro’s acting cocky again, dimwit

So let’s ignore him and let me take the stage

I’m a prodigy in complete control of this verse

So bow down

With a sense of nihilism

Even lyricists are awed by my rhyming

You can’t even figure out how to respond

‘Bukuro’s praised, you surrender

[Buster Bros!!!]

Say c’mon, Buster Bros!!!

This is the starting line

You gotta fight for your pride

[Samatoki]

Cutting through the fakes Hard Core

I’m the real gangster

Now, now, it’s Samatoki-sama’s turn

So kneel down and lick my boots

You weak little brats tryna run

I’ll beat you down, punch above your guard

Better obey ‘Hama you shitstains

All heaven and earth is mine

[Jyuto]

You fake MC suspects putting on airs

Are the hustlers here? Don’t make me laugh

If you little puppies want to act like big dogs

Then I’ll arrest you, no reason needed

Defying me is bad luck

Give me a hard time and you’ll suffer more

Don’t think you can escape now

My basement’s overflowing with body bags

[Rio]

If you take one step into this killing field

I won’t let you prepare or take the lead

Your naive decision

To stand against me will result in agony

I take aim at you fleeing scraps

Have you enjoyed your final meal?

Without hesitation I pull the trigger and steal a life

Pray to god

[Mad Trigger Crew]

Yeah we are MAD TRIGGER CREW

Heed My Mic

You gotta fight 4 your pride

[All]

Supersonic shock waves

Bright lights set loose by this Hypnosis Mic

Fire off unparalleled rhymes

With a Bang! Bang! Bang!

I’m breaking my way out

I’m gonna be champion

This is survival of the fittest

The front lines, the danger zone

You gotta fight 4 your pride

Let’s bout, no hesitating, player

Can’t run from judgment time

You gotta fight 4 your pride

No way out, until the end it’s

Live or die

[Ramuda]

Preachy old dinos are nothing but a pain

And little kiddies are so not cute

Bye-bye!

Sorry to keep you waiting ladies

Fling Posse, an order-made new coord

A literary master, a gambler, and Ramuda’ll

Show you a wild time with our tricks

The second you realize you’ll be on your deathbed

[Gentaro]

Hm~ a sense of deja vu in these sights

Control lost in slow motion

Pessimism torments you as you doze off

Within an erased story

Is the wandering you and I

As if Alice and Chuuya…

Well, that was all a lie.

[Dice]

The die come up snake eyes!

Slithering up all dangerous!

A pro gambler’s gotta go all in

Live or die, just go flashy as hell

Boom shakalaka boom shakalaka boom

I’m the type that’ll never let up

I’ll make a clean sweep of you washed-up guys

Shibuya’s gonna steal it all nyow!

[Fling Posse]

Say c’mon Fling Posse

Driving out the wack MCs

You gotta fight 4 your pride

[Jakurai]

If everything that occurs

Is connected by some deep fate, then

When might the sin of quarreling beneath that weight

Ever be forgiven?

Helpless…

To ease the hatred resounding at life’s end

I search for words to heal a heart; that is my ego

Even if my ears cease to hear

I’m prepared to expose myself to the rain of insults

[Hifumi]

Don’t stop party night

1,2,3 we’re not done yet

Hey, what’s in your hand?

What’s in your hand?

A glass to keep on drinking with!

Our meeting was surely fate

Shinjuku will never let you go

No way you won’t fall in love with the No. 1 Gigolo

Pop the champagne!

[Doppo]

Ah, must be nice to be a guy with a strong stomach,

Meanwhile I’ve been over here pissing blood for two days

And today they’re gonna make me do karaoke again

When I’m sick of waving the stupid tambourine around

“Fuck off!”

Working sleepless, getting scolded in our dreams

That’s us corporate drones

I’m sick and tired of this; I’m taking a solo vacation to India

To find enlightenment in the Ganges River!

[Matenrou]

Yes, we’re Matenrou

Division Battle, stake out your life

You gotta fight 4 your pride

[All]

Supersonic shock waves

Bright lights set loose by this Hypnosis Mic

Fire off unparalleled rhymes

With a Bang! Bang! Bang!

I’m breaking my way out

I’m gonna be champion

This is survival of the fittest

The front lines, the danger zone

You gotta fight 4 your pride

Let’s bout, no hesitating, player

Can’t run from judgment time

You gotta fight 4 your pride

No way out, until the end it’s

Live or die

[Ichiro] A massive feud, here comes karma

[Samatoki] If you’re scared of the illegal then go home

[Jiro & Saburo] The thug life’s just right to start playing dirty

[Jyuto & Rio] This is a revolt of words, gimme the mic!

[Ramuda] A massive uproar, life’s the prize

[Jakurai] What’s fair must fade; all things must pass

[Gentaro & Dice] A revolution’s coming, fakers get eliminated

[Hifumi & Doppo] This is a revolt of words, Don’t Pass The Mic

[All]

Time to settle this; 4 Divisions Say ho!

If you wanna see, then make some noise; say Ho! Ho! Ho!

[Jakurai] Infinite, parallel possibilities

[Ramuda] About to explode, high voltage

[Samatoki] Controlling this battle with one phrase

[Ichiro] Bet it all to Rule the Stage

[All]

A sudden storm ushers in a new age--battle royale

Assembled in force to crush each other--fight 4 your pride

Super sonic shock waves

Bright lights set loose by this Hypnosis Mic

Fire off unparalleled rhymes

With a Bang! Bang! Bang!

I’m the real deal

I won’t let you take the top

This is survival of the fittest

Sparks flying in this danger zone

You gotta fight 4 your pride

Let’s bout, no hesitating, player

Can’t run from judgement time

You gotta fight 4 your pride

No way out, until the end it’s

Live or die

Let’s settle this with a final battle

Live or die

#rule the stage #track 4 #buster bros #mad trigger crew #fling posse #matenrou #fight 4 your pride #hypstagetl #koutranslates

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