#boom beach 10

[mitjalovse]

Some original lineups actually work with their later additions earlier on and this makes the debate about their primacy tricky. Beach House, for instance, already worked with James Barone on 7, yet he only became the member of them later on. Of course, the reason for that might be the group settled on another direction, though one has to understand Beach House keep changing without losing themselves in this, you can still recognize them as the band that they are. Then again, they continue to remain one of the more interesting bands from – this is my neologism – the Pitchfork boom of the 10's, because they did favour a bigger sonic pallete than most of them, so them being joined by Barone makes sense in the long run.

[crispy-armpit]

✧ 𝖒𝖞 𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖑 ✧

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⭒ 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 10 dollars on a dare leads you to break one superstition that changes your life forever. you begin to learn secrets tied to your family and upbringing, at the cost of your freedom. who is this mysterious Anshumat, and why does he want you?

⭒ 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵: 𝘨𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘺, violence, implied stalking, kidnapping, choking, reader gets called a bride once

⭒ 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 1,418

⭒ a/n: yan sea god was inspired by an Indonesian myth called Nyi Roro Kidul! it's a really interesting legend if you want to learn more abt it ^^ also.... man tits...... meow..

will you venture down this path?

growing up, you would stay over at your grandmother's house every summer. her beautiful seaside cottage made the perfect accommodation for a family getaway. throughout your childhood, the superstitious old woman restricted you from doing specific things. rules like never whistling at night, don't open an umbrella indoors, etc.

you'd eventually found out that these were just scare tactics for children to make them listen. but there was one rule that your grandmother seemed to fear the most, a rule that never made sense... never wear white to the local beach. and when questioning her about the rule, she'd tell you the same story every time.

"long ago...

a cruel serpent god who once ruled these waters would rise from the ocean and into the islands, devouring innocent villagers and destroying temples along its path.

the gods and humans were furious at its actions. fed up with the destruction and death, they prepared a plan to thwart the serpent; a binding curse.

the serpent was cursed to spend its days rotting in a hidden island, where it was accompanied by its servants. it was also tasked with granting blessings to sailors passing through the rocky tides, where it weighed the sins of each individual to seal their fates.

but over the decades... the serpent grew bored and lonely. through a loophole, the serpent found a way to abduct humans. you see.. the serpent loves the colour white and pearls. so much so, it would use its voice, so alluring, to lure the poor victims who happened to wear such things. and once in the water, the serpent would drag the human to its temple where they would become its slave.. or worse...

its spouse."

here you are today, telling the same tale in front of your young niece and nephew. "well, that's one way to get bitches." your nephew, Keona laughs. a scoffing Kehlani adds on, "nah, who would want to marry an overgrown slimy snake?"

"hey now, take that shit to grandma. she just assigned me to be your storyteller," you shrugged. "and this story has a real reasoning behind it, ok?"

"what? sexy sea snake destroying villages?"

"no, it's so that little rascals like you..." you drill both your index fingers onto their foreheads, "are easier to find if you ever get lost at sea."

how did i end up here...

facepalming yourself, you sigh. you were disappointed in yourself. how'd you let those little punks reel you in a dare? where was the self-respect? the dignity? seriously, breaking your grandmother's number 1 rule for what? 10 dollars?

you walk along the shore while wearing a flowy white shirt and neck encased in one of your mother's pearl necklaces. the dare was simple: successfully walk down the shoreline without chickening out and boom— an extra 10 dollars into your wallet.

you'd prove to the twins that you weren't scared of a little bedtime story. buuut just in case you did happen to go missing (for reasons that are totally not hungry sea serpent related), you brought essentials in a bag, left a letter for your family, and are currently being watched by the twins.

laughing at yourself for the paranoia, you nearly reach the edge of the walk until you hear a feminine wail from between the hidden rocks. is someone hurt? the sound was coming from beyond your finishing point so it wouldn't hurt to check, right?

signalling the twins to come over, you bend down to their heights, "listen, it sounds like someone's in trouble past those rocks. so I want you both to go grab the first aid kit and call Officer Holden over, 'kay?" they nod and scamper off into town.

approaching the rocks, you peek in to find a naked... mermaid?! observing her, you notice the torn skin on her iridescent tail and warily walk over to her. "uh... hey? hola? salve? hallo? i'm ah— good human! no... nooooo bad.."

you notice the air seems to smell... sweeter?

the woman looks up at you from the sand with pleading eyes, "please— please help me! my name is Coralie, my master, he—"

"woah, it's ok! you're safe, help is coming. uh, your master? did he do this to you? are you an underwater criminal?!"

a distant melodious voice interrupts you. Coralie's previously pained face now warps into a sinister grin as her wound disappears. she crawls towards you as your vision fogs up and your knees buckle to the soft sand. the song lulls you into a deep sleep, your body now being pulled into the shallow waters.

you awake to the bright rays of sunshine and lungs filling in with fresh air. but the next in your line of sight knocked all the air out of your body again.

the luminous, barely-clothed body of an unknown man sat above you. his 9'7 self relaxed on the marble throne, with 2 pairs of eyes fixated on you. what the fuck is that?

you gawk at him, "holy mother of god..."

i'm not dreaming, am i?

his gaze shifts into amusement, "wrong. we gods do not have mothers. we were created."

"you're a... a god?"

"is it not obvious enough from my appearance? would you like to see another version of me?" the towering deity begins to warp into a feminine body as if it was melting and moulding itself. "is this preferable?" her new voice is flirtatious, genuinely curious.

then, she tries to warp into a third body. the transformation looks more painful than the one prior, it barely shifts halfway into a gruesome beast before returning back to its first body. he huffs while grasping his golden collar, "this... is not my original form. I have been cursed, long ago, to never set foot on human lands. this island is both my kingdom and prison."

you shakily stand up the marble floor, now noticing Coralie standing beside the throne with a pair of legs. slowly processing his words, you piece together the clues from his story and your memories of the abduction. this couldn't be...

"you are.. you're the sea serpent god! I can't believe grandma was right— shit, shit shit—"

he smirks at your panic, "correct. I am Anshumat; shapeshifter deity of the raging tides, granter of safe travels—"

"murderer and enslaver." you complete.

Anshumat roars, "correct again! you're on a strike, dear y/n. though trust me, my servants are treated well."

"..how do you know my name?"

"oh you poor thing, granny never told you? I know everything about you— a name is barely anything."

"told me what?"

"she used to be my cupbearer. until she escaped with that bastard traitor. isn't that right, Coralie?"

she nods, "yes, master."

"please sir, let me leave. my family— they'll search for me! I have a cat at home! I haven't even finished my favourite show.. so please..." you try to list more life goals.

he chuckled, "oh you are so amusing. and why would I do that? we've barely just been engaged, dear."

"what do you mean engaged?"

"I've been watching you since you took your first breath on earth, y/n. so imagine my surprise— to see you wrapped up in my favourite colour, like a pretty bride. you're my sacrifice."

fear tingles your spine, "wait, that was just a dare! i didn't really mean it!"

"doesn't matter. you will be my pearl."

"no! I have a family, a partner—"

"i said... it doesn't fucking matter." he slams his fist against the throne arm, "and you'll be seeing the head of that twat soon enough."

you don't give him a glance before you're turning your back and run down the staircase of the grand temple. careful not to trip, you focus on the flight of stairs, painfully aware of the loud footsteps approaching behind you. it doesn't take a second for Anshumat to pull on the collar of your shirt and slam you onto the staircase.

he sits atop you, lower region heavily grinding against your stomach. "get off me! don't you have hundreds of other options?! why me?!" you scream.

his bedazzled skin blocks your view of the sun, furious eyes glowing under his shadow, and sharp teeth bared into a snarl. "you do not get to leave me again. you will stay, and worship me. this island will be our eternal paradise."

large hands pressing against your throat, you struggle before darkness begins to cloud your vision.

"this time, you will live."

[avoxrising]

The Feral One • Ch 10

Finnick x Y/N

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I don’t know if I’ll have time to post tomorrow so I’m posting an extra chapter tonight. Sorry in advance for this one…

Content Warnings - Death, violence, mayhem, people get captured

After you calmed down, Finnick carried you down to the beach to spend the afternoon with the rest of the group. They all kept their distance but you were too exhausted to try anything. You ended up sleeping for the first real time in the arena.

You were asleep for so long, you woke up to find a fresh bandage on your arm and some bread from District 3 being split amongst the group. Finnick brought you some bread and water as he sat down to watch the sunset with you.

You can’t talk anymore, not even to him. It’s like your voice has run dry and nothing will come out. You don’t even know what you would say though. He seems content enough to just sit in silence with you.

Nighttime falls and the group makes the trip up to the tree again. Finnick lets you walk in front of him but he has to help you at some of the steep parts. You fight the urge to claw at him every time he touches you, despite the fact you are telling yourself that he is safe. He wouldn’t hurt you.

At the tree, Finnick helps Beetee with the wire. You sit down close by, waiting for something bad to happen. The game makers haven’t had a death in awhile.

You emerge from your thoughts as Beetee hands the spool of wire to Katniss and Johanna, instructing them to take it down to the water.

“I’m going to go with them as guard,” Peeta states.

“No,” Beetee states. “You’re too slow.”

They continue to argue a bit before Peeta relents and let’s Katniss go with Johanna. Splitting them up must be part of the plan.

They don’t question why Beetee doesn’t split you up from Finnick. He’s the only one who can control you. None of them want to go anywhere with you if he isn’t tagging along.

Finnick and Beetee are whispering to each other, putting you and Peeta on edge. What are they planning? They seem to come to a consensus when the wire goes slack. Someone must have cut it.

“Stay with her,” Finnick tells Peeta. “I’ll go find them.”

Peeta goes to protest but Finnick has already bolted off into the jungle.

“Do you think they’re ok?” he asks you.

You shake your head no.

Moments later you hear a zap and see Beetee sprawled out in the grass. He must have made contact with the force field. There’s a cut on his arm that you didn’t notice before. When did that happen?

Seeing Beetee, Peeta quickly takes off towards where the girls went, scared that you’ll be set off at any moment. A cannon goes off and all you can hope is that it wasn’t Finnick.

You can hear people yelling and screaming. People must be fighting. You’re too exposed here.

You make your decision, you have to hide before you go rogue. Bolting into the trees, you look for one that would be easy to climb. You find one a few minutes later but quickly realize that you can’t climb it with one arm. Instead, you huddle down at the base of it, hoping people will go towards the fighting and not you.

It’s minutes later when you hear the loudest boom you think you’ve ever heard in your life. Finnick is screaming for you but it must be a trap. Why would he want you to go close to the explosion?

Pieces of the arena fall from the sky and you realize this must be the plan Finnick was talking about. He must be calling you to the pickup point.

At this revelation, you start running towards him, colliding with someone in the process.

“Where’s Katniss?” an out of breath Peeta asks you. You point towards the explosion, guessing that’s where she is headed.

Peeta makes it two yards before a dart flies into his neck and sends him to the ground. You want to scream but are cut off by a sharp pain in your neck, followed by darkness.

You wake up to a white room, the cuffs digging into the bandaged cut on your wrist. The smell of this place is recognizable. You must be in a capital hospital.

The door to your room clicks open and Snow approaches with his guards.

“Miss Y/L/N,” he states. “I’m disappointed to see that not much has changed since the last time I saw you.”

You glare at him, which only makes him smile.

“Tell me what you know about the plan,” he commands. You shake your head. You really don’t know much.

Snow furrows his brows and a sudden pain flashes through you.

“Miss Y/L/N,” he states. “You know how much I value honestly. Tell me what you know about the plan.” You shake your head again and feel another pulse of pain, darkness creeping in at the corners of your vision.

“I see you’ve decided to be difficult again,” Snow chuckles. “Very well. Plan B it is.”

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The Resort (Part 1)

THIS IS AN URGENT ANNOUNCEMENT TO ALL THOSE IN THE [REDACTED] & [REDACTED] AREAS

Hello,

It has come to our attention that an unfortunate accident at one of our chemical treatment plans has occurred on the [REDACTED]st of [REDACTED] 2023, resulting in the contamination of the water supply in the above mentioned areas for a period of approximately 3 hours and 10 minutes.

A statement has been issued to water providers by The Company™️ and a number of anti-transformative chemicals have been released to counteract the imbalance.

However, the damage has been done and we wish to report on it as such.

As you may know, some of the affected water infiltrated the [REDACTED] Beach Resort where it unwittingly transformed multiple male patrons into what is colloquially referred to as "Cuntboys". IE- Men with a fully functional vagina, uterus, ovaries, etc. Others not as diligently exposed to the chemicals did not experience full "Cuntboy-ification" as it has been deemed.

This transformation is reported to have first occurred with a sudden and dramatic increase in the size of the lower extremities, glutes, lower back muscles and an initial reduction in penis and testicle size.

This reportedly occurred throughout the premises, including the pool's filtration system, the resort's water system (showers, baths, commercial water taps), and available on-tap drinking water.

The following changes consisted of what we are dubbing a "hyper-fertile cycle" where the excess chemical exposure was processed into a mixture of testosterone, dopamine and oxytocin. This resulted in a dramatically increased libido.

Fortunately the spread of the affected was contained within the resort and secondary exposure (either through sexual fluids or otherwise) was rendered ineffectual as the transformative chemicals were able to penetrate the skin barrier in less than 0.2 microseconds). This resulted in numerous impregnations or otherwise sexual encounters in and around the location, of which have been documented.

We encourage all those affected either through direct exposure or through coupling and secondary exposure to report to one of our branches to undergo a full physical exam and analysis.

We also encourage all currently, or presumed to be, pregnant to not terminate the pregnancy as we wish to ascertain valuable research data on the growth of the foetus within this timeframe.

We hope to reveal more information to the public as it becomes known.

Regards,

The Company.

~~~

You smirk as the commercial comes to an end, the broadcaster for the local news station thanking The Company for their transparency regarding the situation and continuing with more news on the recent baby boom caused through the accident.

You couldn't pay attention for long though, not as the hot little cuntboy you picked up from the resort was busy swallowing every inch of your enhanced cock down his throat.

You fisted his hair, shoving him down to push his nose in your pubes, loving how his throat spasmed around your dick and the gurgling sound that came out of his tight throat.

"You hear that baby, they wanna give you a checkup."

A soft whimper comes out as the only response. He looks up at you, tear-filled baby blues staring into yours. He's been working your cock for hours, thoroughly content with kneeling between your spread thighs and swallowing every enhanced load you can give.

"Yeah I know you're pregnant. They just wanna make sure you can give me a while lot more."

A more pleased sound comes out as he resumes his enthusiastic sucking. You're sure that's his fifth load in as many hours.

You sigh as the hot cum shoots up your rock hard dick. You might as well put off that appointment till tomorrow...

Story in collaboration with @maleagetransformation , Part 2 over on his account!

[sanest-bsd-delegate]

General Headcanons with DOA Boys

Headcanon: General headcanons of stuff I think they will do Pairing: Fyodor x reader, Nikolai x reader and Sigma x reader Genre: Fluff, lowkey crack A/N: Thank you dc person for that one fyodor headcanon. →Masterlist

Nikolai

He probably likes to eat mud for fun and force everyone to eat it

You both secretly sneekout of the hideout and visit beaches at night, having deep conversation which would end up with him filling your shorts with sand

he likes to place insects and rats in your closet stating it is a harmless prank. Not even Sigma is excused from his pranks

Nikolai irrespective of being a prankster would gift you with ice-creams and bakery goods [to lactose intolerant ppl, he gives u popsicles]

that was until he decided to prank you once day and put hair in your food

Never fell into his 'get in hole' game. You got stuck in it for 40 days without food and water. No kidding.

The mysterious hole is filled with nothing but junk.😭😭 very questionable junk

You both love to prank others though.

"Let's plant the bomb under Sigma's bathtub" "Extra points make it filled with pink glitter"

Sigma was covered in pink glitter for thirteen days.

But! Personally Nikolai would be one of the best cuddlers in the manga/anime

The first time he wore normal clothes instead of his usual multi layered buisness clothing, you were in tears. How could someone pull such simple clothes so fashionably?

You like to braid his hair. Even if you suck at it, he would wear your braiding loud and proud.

"Ahh quiztime! Who braided my hair?" "Sir this is-" "Wrong answer," boom "it's my love YN who braided it, you are no fun"

And that's how the city's McDonald's got blowed up.

overall he is a good insane boyfriend, so 10/10 cause I love him 😋

Fyodor

This man

I swear he is fine asf but would probably learn all the instruments you like so he can play it to you when you are kidnapped by Dazai most prob.

he is a Lil more insane then Nikolai so he would probably boom North Korea cause he was bored. [NK people i am jk-]

"what did you have for breakfast" "I don't know" "wrong answer" And the next moment you know, South of Yokohama got blowed up

He is the most broken richest man you ever met.

he can't buy clothes for himself or even upgrade the doa office but will gift you a wholeass country as a Birthday return gift.

you force him to wear dresses and paint his nails, 😭 but my man is so down bad that he is sub in this relationship.

"Sir we have bombed the tunne-" "Good verywell" "🧍🕯️" 😭 nah cause they are hella scared when he wears makeup.

He would probably take you to fireworks only for you to realise he is bombing the area again.

"fyodor, we talked about this" "No" and he proceeds to boom everything

he isn't much of a hugger and probably tries to runaway when you try to even touch him, but mf would suffocate you in his sleep with his hug

He probably had tried giving those evil laughs, but the moment he did that, he choked on air.

Me and a person on my server were having a convo and they said "He probably bites his nails to much and they are really short"

he owns a pet rat but denys it

honestly, he is a 10 but he is a terrorist who likes to bomb everything up. But he is your boyfriend and he is hot.

Sigma

-Are you the man of the relationship or he is?

he is more of a 'please don't kill anyone sweetheart' rather then supporting your actions and being a 'lets commit arson dear YN'

Mf is rich asf. He would deny it ofcourse and then proceed to shower you with silk clothes, Gucci , prada comfy…..such a sugar daddy

😭😭hear me out, he is a ball full of sunshine and anxiety but he wouldnt hesitate to kill anyone who does wrong to you or his casino.

-"Sigma am I your first priority?" "Yes-?" "Is the casino your first priority?" "Yes-?" "Me or the casino?" "Yes"

He probably cries everytime you ignore him.

HE REMEMBERS EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU.

once Nikolai kidnapped you for fun and man did Nikolai end up being half bald.

Sigma wants you to stay away from fyodor, because the last thing he knows is that he want to give fyodor a bombing partner.

Atp he doesnt want you to interact any of the DOA members, because little did he know, you will grow more insane with them.

I like to imagine you knowing Dazai and mentioning it to Sigma on occasions, and oh boy Sigma wanted to kill the man when he first met not because you talked a lot about him, but he would probably be the reason why you pull questionable strunt

10/10 Mama Sigma

He also doesnt allow you to run away freely in his casino, for all he knows is that you will cheat and win all the games.

He is so restrictive

You both probably or possibly may have this convo:

"BUT FYODOR GIFTED HIS S/O A WHOLE ASS COUNTRY, WHY CANT I GET THAT PLUSHIE??" "You cant cheat everytime to get the plushies" "BUT-" "Fyodor is a terrorist, we are not like them" "LEAST HE GIFTED HIS S/O-"

Your arguments probably never make sense to others, but its for you and Sigma to know.

Also he gave up on scolding you every time you try to eat casino coins.

He is such a 'I am trying to keep my S/O mentally sane' boyfriend, even if he needs to go to therapy. 8/10 bf material

Guys get a Sigma. Sigmas never disappoint.

A/N: Btw the discord server if you wanna join is here.

[ranaissingle]

Whispers and Melodies (Pt. 2)

Part 1 Part 2

Summary: She has heard a deep melodic voice speaking to her from a faraway place for decades. Anything from snippets of a longer conversation to roars that shook the very earth she walked on.

Rating: T (For now)

Word Count:

A/N: This story is shaping up to be over 10 chapters so I am trying to queue up some chapters to post with some kind of regularity lol. I hope you enjoy this one! Also, I have created a tag list so comment below if you would like to be tagged in upcoming parts!

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Past (Sometime before Amaranths's Rule UTM)

Rhysand sat at his office in Velaris pouring over mountains of paperwork that he had allowed to pile up right before starfall. He’d spent the better part of 3 days working through the aftermath of the holiday, and he sat now at his desk, he wished he had some type of escape or distraction from the mountain of work that always seemed to follow him. 

A melodic breeze seemed to enter from the window as the trees and winds intermingled before filtering their way through the large windows. The breeze carried notes that came in quick succession and seemed to echo off of each other. The soft feminine voice almost caressed Rhysand's cheek and winded itself around him in a blanket of warmth. He hadn't realized how cold he was until that very moment. His back and arms slowly untensed themselves as he relaxed further into his chaise and as soon as Rhysand felt like he could finally go to sleep, the voice seemed to fade back out the window and only left Rhysand craving more. 

Page break and POV switch (Same time period)

Y/N sat out enjoying the weather amid the hot summer. She had laid out various fruits, bread, and spreads to snack on while she read and hummed away her evening basking in the sun. The wind carried a gentle breeze and various little creatures scurried their way across the grove. All at once, it seemed like the ambient noise around her had become muffled. As if someone had placed a pillow over her ears. Slowly, a voice from the outside seemed to filter through whatever was muffling her hearing. It was laughter. Booming laughter made some deep unknown emotion bubble up inside her. Something that made her heart ache most deliciously. A small smile crept upon her face as she looked out into the distance the first to find where the sound had been emitting from. Nothing but trees and willowing branches blew in the wind, not a soul in sight. The laughter slowly fizzled out as if the sound was creeping back into the forest from whence it came. The retreat left her feeling cold as if a winter breeze had made its way to her from the winter court. 

Rhysand slowly pulled open the door to the room he had been occupying and stepped outside the threshold of the door. As the hinges creaked, the woman’s chopping ceased as she placed her knife on the cutting board before wiping her hands on her apron and turning around. Rhysand strengthened his stance even as the muscles of his thighs burned with the strain. 

“Who are you and how did I get here.” Rhysand’s voice came out firmer than he had thought himself capable of. The woman narrowed her eyes at him and cocked her head to the side.  

“I found you passed out on the beach. You are quite lucky the tides did not pull you into the depths before.” 

Her lips quirked up at the idea as if she was thinking about that very outcome. Rhysand squared his shoulders and steeled himself further. He couldn't be sure that this woman did not have evil intentions. If there was anything he had learned in his 500 years of life, it was that he should never underestimate an opponent just because they were a female. 

“Why would you help me then? Is there something you want in return?” 

Rhysand was grateful enough for the help that she had provided that he was willing to give her something in return. The female rested all of her weight on one leg as she turned her eyes up to the roof and began to contemplate what she would want. She was likely going to ask for a pile of gold or a new cottage of some sort. She looked like she had run through a million possible answers to his question when all at once her eyes widened and her posture stiffened as she blurted out; 

“Waterdrake scales! Could you get me water Waterdrake scales? A lot of them?” 

POV Switch To Y/N

Why did his voice sound so familiar? She swore she’d heard it before but couldn't

Y/n’s hand tightened on the side of the counter that she had been gripping with all of the mother’s strength. What ingredient could possibly stabilize the potion she was working on? She had tried every single combination of Honey possible but it always reduced the potency by some amount. She needed it to be as potent as possible in order to ensure its effectiveness. Firedrake scales were known to increase the shelf life of a potion, but that wasn’t exactly what she needed. She needed something to make sure that the reaction between the crawfish shell and fennel root did not take place and that their effects were enacted on the patient independently of their effects on one another. Could dragon bone work? No, that would just react with the fennel root and make the whole mixture useless. But waterdrake scales? Yes, those could work; it would keep the potion cool enough to prevent reaction while also having a cooling effect on the body when administered which would help with the fevers that often accompany blood loss. Yes, this was perfect! Before she could get any sort of reign on her excitement. 

Y/n blurted out, “Water drake scales! Could you get me waterdrake scales? A lot of them?”

POV Switch to Rhysand 

This female had gone insane. Water Drake scales were the rarest type of scales. Asking for them was equivalent to asking for something more valuable than the cauldron itself. Never mind that he was sure Velaris did indeed have Warwe drake scales, what could this female possibly need water Drake scales for? Rhysand lets his lips quirk up on one side as he takes in the female. 

“What would a spritely female like you need with water drake scales and how are you so sure that I could be the one to provide them for you?” Rhysnad crossed his arms over his chest and stared her down. 

Y/n rolled her eyes while she looked him up and down. “You carry yourself in a manner that befits whatever rank you possess.” She takes a deep breath before continuing,”I have seen a great many males like you, they traipse around as if they own the land they walk on, they trample over the plants and never leave a place the same as when they found it. Your kind is the reason our world will never have any semblance of peace for more than the time it takes to heave a breath.” 

“Oh? You have come to this conclusion after knowing me for all of 10 minutes have you?” 

“Not quite I think. You seem to be less…? Just less I suppose. I can’t exactly put my finger on it but you do not suck the air out of a room the way your brethren tend to. I’ve come to conclusions about your brethren, not necessarily you, it seems.” 

Although Rhysand still did not look pleased, he had already decided to acquiesce to her demands as soon as she had spoken it. He was grateful, after all, for her help in his recovery.  But, he was not going to fetch the scales by himself. If she wanted to get her hands on those scales she would have to contribute to the journey. 

“Alright, if you want the scales you shall have them. However, I am not going on this journey for the impossible by myself. I know where to find them so we can get started whenever you are ready. 

She smiles slightly before speaking. “I think that our journey might have to be held off a couple of days at least.”

Rhysand took the bait. “What, not up for the challenge?”

“No, I’m up for the challenge. You, however, are not.” The smirk on her face was undeniable and Rhysand felt a laugh make its way up his throat. The female was right he was not up to any kind of journey where he would be forced to sleep on the cold hard earth and eat whatever gruel he could salvage. All at once he felt the exhaustion flood him as his body realized he would not be traveling anytime soon. 

She seemed to notice this and anticipated Rhysand’s legs giving out under him before he realized he was getting closer and closer to the polished wood of the floor. She skillfully wrapped her arms around his torso and slowly lowered him to the ground. 

“We need to get you to bed. I already made breakfast so I’ll bring some to you as soon as you’re tucked in. 

Rhysand chuckled, “I’m not a child, gods, you’re more demanding than my brothers.” She cocked her hips to the side before placing her hands on her hips as she stared him down. Rhysands smile never left his face as he raised his palms in defeat and raised himself to his knees before turning on his heel and entering the room he had previously come out of. As the door clicked shut behind him, Rhysand stood in the middle of the cozy room. He hadn’t smiled in 50 years. The muscles felt strangely tight from lack of use. He knew he had to get back to Velaris as soon as possible; his family was probably wondering where he was. But, despite his best efforts he couldn't bring himself to winnow home. It was quite peaceful in this little cottage by the sea. Rhysand eventually sat on the bed and leaned back on his arms as he stared out of the large window across from the bed. It seems Amaranths's reign managed to evade this section of the fae kingdoms. 

Y/N rapped on the door 3 times before opening the door and walking inside. Rhysand smelt a fragrant aroma of ripened fruits and something else warm and minty. She walked up to the small wooden table next to the bed and placed a tray on it. 

“I’ve made you a fruit salad, bread and herbs, and tea. I would make you something more hearty but, considering how malnourished you were upon your arrival, I feel it’s best to start you off on some simpler foods.” Rhysand looked up at her, “Thank you for the meal.” She tilted her head to the side slightly and smiled. “Could I check your temperature?” She raised her hand up towards his forehead but kept her hand from actually touching him. He took the time to look up at her from where he sat on the bed. He nodded his head and waited as she brought the back of her hand to his forehead and placed her hand on her forehead as well. 

“You’re temperature is slightly above what is normal..” The frown on her face deepened as the gears in her mind began formulating some combination of herbs and elixirs to lower the fever. Rhysand kept his gaze on her as she started counting on one hand and mumbling soft indescribable words. Her eyes flicked down to his and she said,“ I’ll have to give you some ginger and chamomile to help lower your fever. ” Her touch felt cool on his warm forehead when he swore he felt his temperature lower a fraction. She then slowly brought her hands down to his neck before looking at him to ask for permission once more. Again, he slowly nodded his head and she pressed one of her delicate fingers against his skin. She removed her finger quickly and kept her gaze on that section of her neck. “It appears as if you are also dehydrated.” 

Her voice trailed off as she continued moving his head slightly. Curiosity overwhelmed him so Rhysand asked, “ You could have done all these tests while I was asleep, could you not?”. She smiled slightly at him as she removed her hands from his cheek and neck and placed them back in her lap. “I don’t think you would have wanted that.” Her gaze settled on him in a way that made shivers run up his already sore spine. Rhysand answered with his own poor excuse of a smirk.

“Eat up, I will start preparing the provisions for our journey and bring you some more water”. She turned to the door and softly clicked it shut behind her. 

Y/N did not expect that being so close to the man would have made her heart beat so fast. The hair on her arms stood up as she attempted to take deep breaths to calm her racing heart. She needed to get started on the preparation as well as figure out the dilemma of how she was going to replicate the properties of water drake scales without having to put them in every single batch of her remedy.  

Rhysand relaxed back into the bed cradling him and felt the tension in his muscles trickle out and gather underneath him in a pool of warmth. They wouldn't be going on a journey, he was sure Majda had some water drake scales stocked up and he planned to winnow them into Velaris as soon as he was better. But she didn't need to know that yet. He quite liked the tranquility of the little cottage on the sea and intended to stay here as long as she would permit him to. Funnily enough, he didn't care to go back home.

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A/N: this had too many POV switches for my taste so I won't be doing that again lol I know it's been a while since I posted but I am trying to get back into the groove of things haha

TAGLIST: @nebarious

[lomltrentarnold]

❛ alleged girlfriend. (part 2) ❜ — trent alexander-arnold

❪ part one / part two ❫

warnings : childhood best friends to lovers, mutual pining, smau at the end.

hana’s notes : hey y’all!! you don’t have to read the first part to understand this one, it can be read as a stand-alone 😘 got me giggling while writing this fr (i am mentally ill) hope y’all like this <3

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Sneaking out of a party with Trent wasn’t something new. You have been doing it since you were fifteen but you were amazed how it still had the the same rush 10 years later.

Sounds of laughter boomed around the beach as Trent almost lost his balanced and trip for not looking straight up front. He was looking at you, but you didn’t want to dwell to deep on that.

“Watch where you going, T!” you giggled, fingers tightening itself around his, as he almost took you with him to face plant onto the sand.

He chuckled, “Sorry!” pulling your body closer to his, trying to keep steady. His hand instinctively rested on your waist, thumb running over your hip.

And maybe he just wants to be close to you, but you didn’t need to know that.

The party quieted down when you both stepped outside, the music sounded like it was underwater, making the night more peaceful. It was lucky that the party was on a beach house. The smell of salty ocean already hitting your nose.

There were people scattered along the beach, most of them were in groups and some of them you’re assuming were couples.

You suddenly felt awkward walking alone with Trent. But then you immediately stuffed that thought away.

Best friends walk together along the beach, while holding hands and giggling, right?

“What‘s going on in that pretty head of yours?” Trent asked, you were more quieter than usual and he could feel you losing yourself in your thoughts, so he wanted to know what you were thinking.

Your hands were swinging back and forth between you two, the wind kissing your skin, your hair flowing along with it. Trent caught himself staring at you multiple times, but that didn’t mean anything. He was just distracted by your hair movement.

That’s normal for best friends, right?

“Nothin’, I’m just—“ you sighed, shoulders relaxing, “—happy to be here. I missed this.”

I missed you. You wanted to add.

“Ya didn’t miss me?” he smirked, bumping your shoulder’s together.

Damn it, can he read minds?

You lightly scoffed, shaking your head, “Yeah, sure.”

Comfortable silence hangs between you two as continue to walk along the beach. The sound of the waves hitting the shore filled in the atmosphere, it made you feel at home. Finally.

Your eyes wander around the dark night sky, grinning wildly when you spotted twinkling stars and a full moon. “Trent, look! It’s a full moon!” you gushed out excitedly, pulling on Trent’s sleeve, and pointing at the sky. Your gaze never once left the scenery. You have always love the moon, ever since you were kids. It’s nice to know that some things never change. Trent’s gaze was stuck on you. The way you look under the glimmering night sky, made his heart rate speed up.

But, It’s okay to think that your best friend is pretty, right?

Trent couldn’t help himself. He reached in his pocket, taking out his phone and taking a picture of you.

He just thinks it’s a pretty scene and he needs to keep the image forever. That’s normal for best friends, right?

When you heard a camera click off behind you, you snapped your head towards Trent. Noticing the that he was taking a picture of you. “What’re you doing?” you nervously laughed.

“Nothing.” he huffed with warm cheeks, acting like he didn’t just got caught red handed. Before turning off his phone and putting it back in his pocket.

You rolled your eyes, as you slowly stopped in your tracks.

“Ya feet hurt?”

Sometimes you hate how he can read you so well.

You nodded, “Yeah.” a small pout forming on your lips and Trent has to force himself to not stare at it for too long.

“Come ‘ere.”

Trent sit down on top of the sand, pulling you down to sit next to him.

The night flew by, conversation went on as you both talked about your careers, family, friends accomplishments, drama, everything honestly.

Trent looked at you as the conversation died down. Big brown eyes stared into yours, it made your stomach flutter. You sighed, eyes involuntary dropping to his lips. You were hoping that he didn’t notice, but when you saw the slightest smirk curve up on his lips, you think you got caught red handed too.

“Trent?” you softly whispered, afraid to break the comfortable bubble you both were in.

Trent’s raised his eyebrows, encouraging you to continue.

Pausing for a moment, you shyly said, “I really do missed you.” you dropped your head a little. The eye contact was getting a little too intense.

Suddenly you felt Trent’s fingers brushing on your chin, tilting it up, so that you would look at him. “I really missed you too.” he muttered, warm breath hitting your cheeks.

You don’t know who leaned in first, but you reacted to it naturally. Body moving forward as Trent did the same. But just before anything could happen, a voice disturbed you.

“Trent!” Marcel’s yelled — Trent’s younger brother — causing you both to back away.

You think you heard a faint damn it from Trent but you weren’t too sure.

Was he disappointed that he didn’t kiss you? Was he mad that he tried to kiss you? We’re you both really going to kiss?

Marcel’s footsteps drew nearer as he continued to call out for his big brother. “What are you doing out here— oh.” he stopped midway, eyes darting between you and Trent, and the distance of you both. “Sorry, if I interrupted you guys.”

“Yeah, you kind of did—“

“It’s alright, Marcel.” you cut off Trent. Hands moving to hold his in a comforting manner, brushing your fingers across his knuckles. You smiled at the young boy and asked, “Is everything okay?”

He return your smile, “Yeah, I need a ride home and all of my friends are just about wasted.” he winched, looking at you and Trent apologetically.

Trent nodded his head in understanding, “Oh, well then.“ he stood up, pulling you up with him. “Let’s go home.”

You nodded, and moved to stand next to the younger boy, wrapping your hands around his shoulders. “So, what has been going on with you?” you asked, Marcel eyes lit up as he caught you all up with his stories from the walk to the car and the drive home. Not noticing how Trent was looking at the you with the fondest look on his face the whole time.

But that’s normal for best friends, right?

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trentarnold66 posted on their story!

YOURUSERNAME just posted!

yourusername absolutely adore beach nights <3

view the replies!

user1 is she with Trent????

andyrobertson So that’s where you guys went 🤔

→ yourusername he was the one who wanted to go out 🙄

→ trentarnold66 Hey! You didn’t say no 🙄!

→ andyrobertson Okay, relax. You both are acting like an old married couple.

virgilvandijk The view is beautiful 😍

jordanhenderson I love the view 😉😍

→ curtisjr Me too mate!

→ _fabio.10 I agree!!

→ judebellingham i am onboard!

→ harvelliot So gorgeous ❤️

→ yourusername what is going on here 🤨

user2 omg is this the girl ???

user3 I love her relationship with the team 😭😭

user4 i ship her and Trent 💕

→ user7 me too!!

user5 they look so cute together 🥺🥺🥺

user6 OMG IM SCREAMING

user8 mom and dad

user10 Back off Trent is mine 🙄

→ user12 NO HE’S MINE!

user11 who is she

user9 this poor girl is gonna be so confused when she reads the comments 😭😭😭

footballcelebritynews just posted!

footballcelebritynews Trent Alexander-Arnold seen with the same girl again after a private party last night!

view the replies!

user1 they look so cute together!!!!

user2 y’all need to chill they’re just friends

user14 we lost him guys 😕

user3 who even is this girl?

user4 Post about Bellingham.

user5 is this the girl from trent’s story????

→ user8 I think so

→ user9 Yupp

user14 heart been broke so many times 😔

user15 no Trent give me a chance!!!

user6 Why is she suddenly everywhere?

→ user7 right?!!!! she came out of nowhere and now she’s suddenly close with trent and the boys??? somethings fishy 🤔🤔🤔

→ user11 I think she’s a clout chaser

→ user10 maybe they have known each other before 🤷‍♀️ common sense is free guys

→ user12 nah fr 💀

user13 the people that are acting like they actually have a chance with trent LMAOOO

reblog for a kiss <3

[smileposting]

changes i noticed in the new GGG demo

compiled based on snapcube's vod and my own experimentation. this focuses more on changes in gameplay/overarching story than new character interactions facilitated by new dialogue, so keep that in mind. full list under the cut!

click clack is now the god of storytelling as opposed to the god of teamwork, at least according to bibo.

razzma v. tazz is either razzma's full name or her pen name (based on the fact that he is also addressed as razzmatazz.)

bizzyboy in da ferris wheel....? not sure if this is new actually

rodney (the dog) is here.

skolopendra is now in the very first section of the grove you encounter as opposed to being on the south island.

bug's got new dialogue if you choose to just keep standing there after he gives you his questline. you're creepin' him out!

very ominous black rabbits found near king cutouts. you can interact with each of them exactly once. said interaction is just the camera zooming in and playing a vine boom adjacent sound.

you can interact with the cardboard cutout of mitternacht and knock it down, but you can't interact with the one of inspekta at all.... hm...

new usable dialogue from P: P here!

new usable dialogue from jacqueline: get ready for pets, cutie pie!

new usable dialogue from skolopendra: tiny weak little bug.

new usable dialogue from rodney: BARKBARKBARKBARK

al had his shaboingboings before the cutscene introducing all the bizzyboys plays, but in the actual cutscene he's still trying gobble down that beachball. either this is a glitch or the implication is that al had two whole plates of shaboingboings and was still hungry afterwards so he ate the ball, and will then proceed to have another two plates of shaboingboings.

capochin calls inspekta "spek"... cute....

new usable dialogue from capochin: GET TO WORK, YOU LAZY PUP!

inspekta's van is also explicitly referred to as a campaign van. interestin'...

inspekta himself is a Lot more noticeably passive aggressive in this version lmao

oh shit they changed the handwriting in king's letter to miss mitternacht.

THEY CHANGED THE LETTER TOO.

whoever wrote this letter has generational trauma swag there i said it. "back where i'm from people WORK for their praise they don't just have godhood HANDED to them" okaaaayyy next you're gonna say you're one of the good ones and embarrass tf out of your kids in the process

i think peeps has a talking sprite now? i think everyone got new sprites for specific actions/responses/emotions actually, gods included.

miss mitternacht being of human origin is called into question; according to sirena, some believe mitternacht was never even alive to begin with.

al does not have his second plate of shaboingboings because he frew up :( but hey at least P joins him on his snack break :)

the beach ball is now a usable item that you can return!

new particle effect on mitternacht's model to make it clear that she is Constantly Crying.

more spanglish in razzma's dialogue. lots of emphasis is placed on her near-photographic memory when it comes to king, and he uses it a lot to calm herself down when he gets too emotional.

oh hey rodney's on this island too.

2nd ominous bunny appears

new eating sfx in the rift psa

the P puppet is going to town on that sandwich (not sure if this is new either)

skolopendra talks about how razzma took king's apparent betrayal especially hard.

new usable dialogue from miss mitternacht: I MISS MY ELOQUENT KING!

jacqueline is PICKING BUG UP BY THE HEAD!!!

new usable dialogue from jacqueline: I AM GOING TO EAT YOU.

"and the next thing you know, you're loading a boat with two of every animal. you don't want that, do you?" MISS MITTERNACHT....?

funny inspekta animatronic; you can free up inventory by feeding dialogue to it.

EDIT 10/15/2024: new usable dialogue from marsha: DON'T WORRY, MISSY! INSPEKTA WILL SAVE THE DAY!

feel free to add other observations in the replies/reblogs if you find em! >;P

[firephoenix2305]

Right, I have now finished OFMD, and I have another few things to say (+ overall opinion of the show)

[OFMD spoilers below in case you, dear reader, haven't watched it yet]

1 - Izzy Hands, you will be remembered 🫡 Seriously, I love the way his arc goes from "Total dick" to ✨Absolute Queen��� throughout this series. I mean, the way he talked to the bastard with the ceramic nose?? Cheff's kiss.

2 - Speaking of the bastard with the ceramic nose, whose name I can't for the life of me recall (Prince of something something I think); I have to admit I GASPED when the clocks went boom. Honestly hadn't seen it coming.

3 - CAN WE PLEASE TALK ABOUT THE SCENE IN WHICH BLACKBEARD SNAPS OUT OF HIS FISHERMAN ERA AND RE-EMERGES FROM THE OCEAN WITH THE LEATHERS BACK ON?? THAT SHOT WAS A FREAKING PIECE OF ART!!!

ahem.

Sorry for all the shouting.

4 - I'm kind of obsessed, in the scene where they kiss on the beach in the last episode, with the way in which Ed puts his arms tenderly around Stede's neck (right before being interrupted by the Pirate Queen). I just. I don't know why. It was two seconds of a scene but it was so...soft. (I loved the scene in general too, don't get me wrong; the way they ran to each other across the beach and then embraced had me twirling my hair and kicking my feet)

Overall, 10/10. 100% recommend. Maybe S2 is a little weaker than S1; but either way. Loved it.

And finally a happy ending for Ed and Stede; UNLIKE ANOTHER TWO I KNOW OF, RIGHT MR. I FORGIVE YOU AND MR. NO NIGHTINGALES?!

Phew, that felt good to shout out.

Welp, that's everything I wanted to ramble about.

<3

[foundtherightwords]

As the Sun Will Rise - Chapter 17

Pairing: Grunauer (Overlord) x OFC, Beauty & the Beast retelling

Summary: After losing most of his unit in a disastrous D-Day mission, Derwin Grunauer returns to his hometown near Miami, body riddled with scars and heart heavy with guilt, only to find his neighbors shunning him due to his German name. He retreats into his family mansion and remains there, unwilling to rejoin the living, until the day Alba Reyes turns up at his door with a basket full of warm bread. As the daughter of a Cuban immigrant, Alba knows something of being an outsider, and when she offers to work for Derwin as his housekeeper, it is not only to pay off her father's debt to the Grunauers, but also because she feels some connection to the reclusive young man. When that connection develops into something more, they must overcome both the town's prejudice and their own doubts to find happiness.

Chapter warnings: non-explicit smut

Chapter word count: 5.9k (sorry this chapter is a bit longer than usual; I tried to break it up but couldn't, so here we are)

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Chapter 15 - Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Derwin had never looked forward to Christmas, even when he was a boy. His mother's ill health meant that every celebration had to be carefully timed and always ended too soon, or else it would tire her out. And later, after she'd passed away, seeing all the other happy families had only reminded Derwin of how small and lonely his own family was. His father had tried, bless his heart, but he had never been much good at being fun or spontaneous, poor old Dad, and Christmas with just the two of them had always been rather awkward.

This year was the first time Derwin had been excited for Christmas. A cold front had come in, turning the air crisp and cool outdoors and making it cozy indoors, and for once the Christmas decorations fitted right in, as did the scent of pine needles from the tree and the smell of cinnamon and cloves from the cookies that Alba brought—they weren't Cuban, but, as she explained, her father understood the need to cater to their American customers. However, the real reason Derwin was excited, and nervous as well, was that Alba had insisted on him spending the day with her family, no ifs or buts about it.

"I want them to know about us," she'd told him. The way she'd said us went straight to his heart, so casual, yet with so much love and even a touch of pride as well, and he couldn't refuse her, even though he was quaking at the thought of Mr. Reyes, with his booming voice and critical eyes, judging Derwin as his daughter's suitor. But Derwin knew sooner or later they would have to face that particular hurdle, and with Alba there with him, he would be able to get over it.

The other reason he was nervous about Christmas was that Alba's plan didn't stop at Christmas dinner with her family. Apparently Frank knew a valet at some swanky hotel in South Beach and had managed to secure tickets to a Christmas dance there, and he had invited Beatriz and Alba along. So for the past week, Alba had been trying to persuade Derwin to join them.

"What on Earth would I do at a dance?" he'd said, gesturing to his cane. "I'd be the laughing stock."

"Nonsense. You danced perfectly well that night with the storm, remember?"

As if he could ever forget. But they had been alone then, and had the entire living room to themselves, and he'd still managed to nearly knock a lamp off a table with his cane. In a crowded ballroom, with other people around? Forget about it.

"Besides, you still owe me a proper date," she added.

It was true. It had been two weeks since their outing on the boat, and although they laughed about it with each other, Derwin still felt a twinge of embarrassment whenever he remembered it.

Not wanting to turn her down outright, he'd only given her a non-committal "I'll think about it." Alba refused to leave it at that and had been asking "Have you thought about it yet?" every day since.

Now, as he was putting the finishing touch to Alba's Christmas present, she burst into the study with a look that indicated she was going to ask that question again. He hid the present in a drawer and looked up sheepishly.

"It's three days away, you know," she said. "If you're not going, then at least tell me, so Frank can give our tickets to someone else."

"You're not going?"

She shrugged. "I don't have a date, do I?"

"Look, Alba," he began, reaching for her hand to soften his words. "I'm really sorry, but I don't know if I can..." He knew there was a very good chance that he would have fun if he went to the dance. He'd always had fun whenever he went out with Alba, not because of anything they did in particular, but because he liked being with her, simple as that. But he wasn't sure if he could face a ballroom full of people just yet, even with her by his side.

Alba peered at him for a moment or two, and a twinkle came into her eyes. She went to the gramophone in the corner, selected a record, and put it on. "This gentleman obviously doesn't believe in making love," she sang along with the music while dancing toward him, a mischievous smile on her lips. "What do you think, Otto?" Alba asked. "Isn't this the perfect song for Derwin or what?" The dog, lying in a patch of sunlight on the floor, tapped his tail in approval. Traitor.

Alba turned smugly to Derwin. "See, even Otto agrees."

Derwin tried to keep a stern face, but he couldn't help laughing at that. "Yeah, because he loves ganging up on me with you," he said.

Alba was now in front of him. "The gentleman obviously doesn't believe in moonlight walks," she continued singing and tugged at his hands, trying to get him to dance with her. He grinned but refused to budge. He was enjoying this too much. "Alone with a girl and he'd faint—"

"That's clearly not true. I'm alone with you and I haven't fainted yet—"

"Yes, that's just what he'd do. He's one of those gents who just hasn't the sense to thrill to a kiss." Here she bent down and gave him little kisses in time with the music. "Like me"—one on his forehead—"and you"—one on the tip of his nose—"and you"—and finally, one of his lips. "Well?" she asked, smiling down at him.

Still sitting in his chair, he grabbed her waist and yanked her close, so their noses and lips met, fitted together like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. A laugh of surprise escaped her throat and died away immediately when he pressed his mouth to hers. The last notes of the song died away, and a delicious silence followed, broken only by a whisper from Derwin, "OK, I'll go."

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That Saturday, Derwin felt a bit like Cinderella before the ball as he brushed his best and only suit, brought years ago for his high school graduation, which thankfully still fitted him. Alba was coming by with Frank and Beatriz in Marty's car, and then Alba and Derwin would take their own car and meet up with them at the hotel. Alba had insisted on going in separate cars, and Derwin smiled to himself, knowing it was her subtle way not only to have some privacy to themselves, but to give Frank and Beatriz some as well. Marty and Claudia, unfortunately, had to miss out, as their baby was too small to be left for a whole evening.

He was wrestling with the bowtie in front of the mirror in the hall when he heard the sound of tires on the gravel, followed by voices calling "See you there!", and then the car drove away again. Otto stood by the door wagging his tail, looking a little confused that Alba was arriving at night and coming through the front door instead of the back as usual.

His eyes still glued to the maddening bowtie, Derwin heard the swishing of her dress before he saw her. Then he looked up, caught her reflection in the mirror, and whirled around, dazed, the bowtie forgotten around his neck.

Alba was wearing a yellow dress, the same dress they'd seen in the shop window, the one he'd offered to buy for her and she'd refused. He was right. The dress fitted her perfectly, not just in the way it hugged her shoulders and waist, molded around her breasts and arms, and fell in graceful folds around her hips and legs as she walked, but also in the way it framed her like a golden halo, lit her up both from the outside and inside. It was like a miniature sun had suddenly appeared in his darkened front hall.

While he gazed at her with his mouth open, too stunned to say a word, she walked to him and gave him a peck on the lips, as casually as she had done every morning. "I'm afraid you're on your own with that," she said, nodding at the bowtie still dangling around his neck. "I'm no good at that sort of thing."

Derwin recovered his wits and shook his head. "It's OK, I got it." He finished tying the bowtie, ignoring how lopsided it was, and turned to her again, unable to keep his eyes off her for long. "You look—" Words failed him. "—gorgeous," he finished inadequately.

She smiled, looking both shy and proud. "I told you I'd buy the dress myself, didn't I? Wish I had enough money for the shoes as well." She glanced down at her feet, clad in her old off-white sandals. "But they don't show, so who cares, right?" She fixed his bowtie, then stepped back to look him over with a critical eye. "You look very handsome too," she said. "But something's missing."

"What?"

Alba's eyes landed on the bowl of frangipani flowers set on the side table near the door. She dug in the junk drawer and came up with two safety pins—Derwin was again astonished at her ability to find things in his house that he didn't even know existed. These she fixed to the back of two of the largest and freshest flowers, pinned one to his lapel, and gave him the other to put on her hair, which was swept back in soft waves over her forehead and pulled into a chignon in the back. "No, not that side, the left side," she said, turning her head so he could pin the flower in place.

"Why the left side?" Derwin asked, curious.

"When Raf was stationed in Hawaii, he told me if a woman wears a frangipani flower over her left ear, that means she's in a relationship," explained Alba, a faint blush turning her cheeks pink and making her look even prettier.

"Oh" was all Derwin could say, but his heart leaped and jumped. He looked at the two of them in the mirror and wondered, not for the first time, how he got so lucky.

"Ready?" she said, putting her arm through his.

"Wait." He held her hand. "I have something for you too."

He went into the little broom closet at the end of the hall and brought out the box he'd put there that morning. Inside was a pair of gold shoes, the shoes that had been on display along with the dress. Alba's eyes popped when she saw them.

"How did you—?"

"I had a hunch." It was more than a hunch. After he'd agreed to go to the dance, Derwin had driven back to the shop to look at the dress, hoping Alba would let him buy it for her this time. When the saleswoman told him a young lady had bought it already, he'd known right away that it was Alba. So he had bought the next best thing.

He motioned for her to sit down on a chair. Then, kneeling in front of her, he took off the sandals and slipped the soft gold leather over her stockinged feet.

"Now I know how Cinderella must have felt," Alba said, turning her ankle this way and that so she could get a better look at the shoe.

Derwin smiled. "Cinderella tries on the shoe after the ball," he reminded her.

"How did you know my shoe size?"

"Lucky guess," he said, not revealing that it was the saleswoman who had helped him.

"Thank you."

"Can't you thank a fellow better than that?" he asked, lifting his face to her.

She leaned down and kissed him, softly at first, and then again, not as softly. His hands were still on her ankles, and he slid them up, caressing her legs, until he reached the bare skin between her garter and her stocking. "We really have to get going, you know," she said, but didn't stop him.

"It's called being fashionably late," he murmured, smiling against her lips.

***

"Where have you been?!" Beatriz exclaimed when Derwin and Alba finally pulled up in front of the hotel. "We've been waiting for almost half an hour!"

"Sorry, we got—delayed," Alba said with a conspiratorial grin at Derwin. Beatriz raised an eyebrow at that, but made no further comment.

Derwin shook Frank's hand and saw his own emotions reflected on the other man's face—fluster, excitement, and even pride, as he looked upon his date. Clearly, this was a big night for Frank as well.

"Come on, the band's starting already," Beatriz said, tugging Alba toward the staircase leading up to the hotel's front doors, where the crowd, glittering women in their evening gowns, starchy men in their black and white tuxedos and dinner jackets, was streaming in.

"Relax. It's called being fashionably late," Alba said and winked at Derwin, who couldn't help grinning back. He extended his arm to her, and they walked up the steps, followed closely behind by Beatriz and Frank. Through the double doors, they could glimpse the inside of the ballroom, where a giant Christmas tree stood reaching all the way to the ceiling, dazzling with tinsels and baubles. More tinsels and baubles hung from the ceiling, reflecting the light from the chandelier, making Derwin feel he was outside in the middle of a bright summer's day. Tables with bowls of punch and snacks stood on either side of the vast ballroom, and at the far end, the band sat in front of a brocade curtain, striking up a lively jazz number.

Giggling in excitement, the girls and Frank ran on ahead, but Derwin faltered. It was too bright, too loud, too crowded, and the old trembling feeling in the pit of his stomach was coming back. He paused at the top of the stairs, trying to steady himself by tightening his grip on the cane. Alba turned around and took his hand in hers, concerned.

"You OK?" she asked.

He took a deep breath, finding strength in her hand. "Yeah," he managed to say.

"You sure? We can leave, if you're not feeling up to it."

He would not ruin this for her. "No, it's fine. I'll be fine." He smiled to reassure her, and they went to the door. A man stood there in a black tux and a collar with so much starch that Derwin wondered how he could even lower his chin, taking tickets from the guests.

"Welcome, sir," he said monotonously, taking the tickets from Derwin and Alba. "Welcome, madam." Then his eyes landed on Frank and widened slightly. "I'm sorry, but he's not allowed here," the man said to Derwin, mistaking him for the leader of the group.

"What?" Alba and Beatriz said in unison.

"Indians are not allowed here," the man repeated, a cold edge to his voice.

"But he has a ticket—" Beatriz protested.

"It is our policy," the man said. His neck, if possible, got even stiffer.

"Where is this policy written, then?" Alba asked. "Show me. Is it printed on the ticket? Is there a sign at your front desk?"

"It's an established custom," the man said, inexorably.

Derwin looked at Frank. A flush darkened Frank's swarthy face, and his hands were balled into fists, but he kept his chin up and his back ramrod straight. "It's OK," he said quietly. "You three go ahead. Don't spoil your evening because of me." He turned and started walking down the steps. Beatriz looked close to tears. Alba's nostrils flared in a way Derwin recognized, but she kept close to Beatriz and watched Frank go helplessly.

A sense of déjà vu washed over Derwin. It was like that day at the diner with the black couple all over again. Except back then, he had stood by, not doing anything, only feeling hot shame burning his insides. He didn't know that couple. But he knew Frank.

"Hang on a minute," he said, grabbing Frank's arm. "Frank, where did you serve in the war?"

"The 124th Infantry," Frank said, puzzled. "The Pacific."

"I was in the 82nd Airborne," Derwin said to the man at the door. "Frank Howard and Derwin Grunauer. You can look us up if you don't believe me. And think what it means to your hotel's reputation when words get out that you deny two GIs entrance to your Christmas ball."

The man spluttered. His shirt collar seemed to wilt in front of their very eyes. Finally, after one more look at Frank, and another look at the crowded ballroom behind him, he said, through clenched teeth, "Perhaps an exception can be made for our men in service," and yanked the ticket out of Frank's hand. "Enjoy your evening," he added, with a look that implied he wished they would all drop dead.

"Thank you," Frank said to Derwin, as they walked into the ballroom. "But you didn't have to do that."

"Yes, I did," Derwin said. He was sick of standing by the sideline, sick of watching all the injustice, and sick of feeling helpless. No more, he told himself. From now on, he was going to take whatever life threw at him, both the good and the bad.

Next to him, Alba said nothing, only squeezed his hand a little more tightly. When Beatriz and Frank weren't looking, she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, and that was all the reward he could ever want or need.

The dance was in full swing by the time they entered the ballroom. Beatriz and Frank joined the crowd immediately, busting out some complicated moves to the cheerful sound of "Don't Sit under the Apple Tree." The beat was fast, too fast. Derwin didn't know how he could manage it with his cane. But Alba was prepared. She wove her way through the crowd, leading him to a quiet spot on the edge of the dance floor. Here, she put an arm around him and lifted his hands to her waist, while resting her other hand on his cane, just as she had when they danced together during the storm.

"We don't have to impress anybody," she said. "Just move to the music."

And so they did. They stood there, arms around each other, swinging and tapping their feet to the music, out of the way of the other dancers. Some people threw them curious glances, making Derwin's skin itch like ants crawling all over him, but Alba put a finger on his chin to direct his attention back to her, and he breathed more easily again.

After a few songs, Derwin's leg started to protest, so he got himself a glass of punch and sat down at a table, while Alba, at his urging, went back and danced with Frank and Beatriz. Derwin watched her with the same wonder tinged with wistfulness he always felt whenever he looked at her, wonder that a girl like her would want to be with him, and wistfulness that she was forced to rein in her vivacity to stay by his side. But that night, with his newfound determination, he no longer felt so wistful. Alba chose to be with him. And he would do everything he could to make sure she never had to regret it.

The band was coming back from their break. Though his leg was still complaining, Derwin walked up to the stage and spoke to the band leader. He turned around to see Alba smiling at him. "What'd you just say to him?" she asked.

"You'll see," he said. "Or, should I say, you'll hear."

Her eyebrows went up. She soon got her answer when the band launched into a slow rendition of "Green Eyes". Only when the vocalist started singing, it wasn't "Green Eyes", it was "Aquellos Ojos Verdes", and Alba's mouth dropped open in surprise. Next to her, Beatriz also grinned, delighted with this reminder of their childhood memory.

"May I have this dance, señorita?" asked Derwin, extending a hand toward Alba.

Still smiling, she placed her hand in his. He led her to the middle of the floor, swinging his cane in a wide circle. The crowd parted around them like a current. To hell with those people. Let them stare. Let them see how lucky he was to have such a beautiful girl in his arms. Let them be jealous.

As they danced to the song, turning and twirling as they had the night of the storm, something strange happened to Derwin. He looked into Alba's green eyes, felt the warmth of her body close to his, smelled the familiar scent of the frangipani in her hair, and let the music flow through him. And the rest of the ballroom faded away. Even the band vanished, leaving behind only the sound of music, like magic. All his worries disappeared. There was no one else in the world but the two of them, there was nowhere else he'd rather be, and more importantly, he knew that there was nowhere else she would rather be either.

Even when the song ended, they remained in their embrace, smiling at each other.

"You're full of surprises, aren't you?" Alba whispered.

He tilted her face up. "Oh yes," he said. "And here's another surprise for you..."

Before their lips could touch, a voice said behind them, loudly and rudely, "Well, well, well, what do we have here?"

Derwin whirled around. Sauntering toward them was a tall, handsome, dark-haired man in a white jacket, followed by several cronies, decidedly less handsome and less well-dressed. There was something vaguely familiar about the dark-haired man, but Derwin couldn't place that arrogant face.

Beside him, Alba let out a groan.

"Not happy to see me, Allie?" the dark-haired man said. He was coming quite close now, close enough for Derwin to smell the reek of alcohol on his breath. "I've missed you, you know."

Alba tugged at Derwin's hand. "Come on, let's go," she said, but the dark-haired man blocked their way, while his cronies formed a wall behind them. Beatriz and Frank, noticing the standoff, were approaching with concern.

"Now that's very rude," the dark-haired man said to Alba. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your—date? I don't need an introduction to know who he is, though. Grunauer, is it?" He barely even glanced at Derwin, as if Derwin was some vermin not worth his attention. "Really, Allie? Him? You threw me over for a cripple?"

Alba's eyes flashed with the green fire that Derwin had come to know quite well. "I didn't throw you over for anyone, Grant," she said, voice dripping with contempt. "When are you going to get it through your thick head? We are not together. We have never been together. And we're never going to be together!"

As she mentioned the name, Derwin suddenly remembered where he'd seen the dark-haired man before. "You're Gastin Grant," he said. "From Grant's Land. You offered to buy my place."

"That's right, buddy." Grant sneered at him. "And mark my word, I'll get my hand on that place eventually. Just as I'll get my hand on this one—" He reached out and grabbed Alba's arm, wrenching her away from Derwin.

Derwin pushed at Grant's chest. It was rather like pushing at a brick wall, but he did it anyway. "Let her go," he said.

Grant grinned at him. "Or what? What are you going to do about it, cripple?"

A red-hot veil of rage fell over Derwin's eyes. A small crowd was now gathering around them.  Frank stepped in. "Hey, there's no need for that kind of language—" he said. Grant nodded at his cronies, who knocked Frank to the ground. Beatriz ran over to help him up.

Derwin looked at Alba, still struggling to free herself from Grant's iron grip, and tried to swallow his anger. "I don't want to make a scene," he said to Grant. "But if you don't leave right now, I'm going to—"

WHAM! Grant's fist flew out of nowhere. Blindsided, Derwin went sprawling on the floor. Through the ringing in his ears, he could hear Grant taunting him, "Going to do what? Think you can threaten me, cripple? Get up! Get up and face me, or are you too much of a chicken shit who can only shoot others when their backs were turned?"

Derwin scrambled for his cane, trying to push himself up, but black spots were swimming in front of his eyes and he couldn't see.

"He's not a chicken shit," he heard Alba's voice say quite calmly. "You are."

There was a sharp thwack, the crowd went "ooh", and something collapsed beside him with a heavy thud. Next thing Derwin knew, Alba was helping him to his feet. "You OK?" she asked.

His eyes cleared, and he saw that Grant was curled up on the floor, a hand clasped to his bleeding nose. His cronies were staring at Alba with something akin to awe as they slowly dispersed, dragging their fallen leader with them.

"Here." Alba led Derwin to a table, where she put some ice into a napkin and placed it on his cheek. That was when Derwin saw that her knuckles were scratched and bleeding.

"You're hurt," he said.

"It's nothing." She tried to pull away, but Derwin held her hand and put some ice on it as well.

Beatriz and Frank came running over. "Alba!" Beatriz exclaimed. "That was—"

"If you're going to say it wasn't ladylike of me, you can zip it," Alba snapped.

"No. I was going to say that was awesome." Beatriz grinned at her sister. "Grant's a heel. He deserves it."

Before Alba could answer, the pompous man at the door came toward them. "I'm going to have to ask you to leave," he said, clearly relishing it.

Alba, apparently still in a belligerent mood, jumped up to protest, but Beatriz held out a hand to stop her. "Let's go," Beatriz said. "This party blows anyway."

"Bea!" Alba looked shocked. "Language!"

Beatriz shrugged. "What? It does." She took Frank's hand. "Come on, Frank, let's go." She winked at Alba, and they all left the ballroom with their heads held high, ignoring the stares of the other patrons.

***

Alba was still shaking with rage when they got into the car and drove away. She knew she shouldn't have lost her temper like that, but Grant had gotten her so angry that she couldn't think straight. She had been looking forward to this night for so long, and now it was ruined. And just when everything was going so well too!

"Are you OK?" asked Derwin. "Do you want me to drive?"

Alba forced herself to breathe normally. No, she would not let Grant's cursed mug darken her moods anymore. "I'm fine," she said. "Do you mind if we drive around a bit before going home? I want to get some air." Frank and Beatriz were going to a club over on Cocoanut Grove, but Alba didn't feel like accompanying them. She just wanted to make sure she and Beatriz came home around the same time, to avoid any awkward questions from Papi.

"I'd love that," said Derwin with a smile.

They drove slowly down South Beach, past the hotels and nightclubs on one side, with their glittering lights and laughing partygoers, and occasional glimpses of the murmuring ocean on the other. The windows were rolled down, and Alba's anger soon melted away in the cool December air. Eventually, they left the swanky hotels behind and came to a deserted stretch of sand. The lights of downtown shimmered behind them like stars, and the causeway, the one they'd taken to Key Biscayne months ago, curved palely across the dark waves like a sliver of the moon.

"I'm sorry we have to cut our night short," Alba said.

Derwin shrugged. "I've had as much dancing as my legs can take, I think. And we're still here. The night is not over yet."

"Are you all right?" she asked. He was still holding the ice wrapped in a napkin to his face, and the melting ice was dripping down his wrist.

"Oh yeah." He put the napkin down and felt about his face. "The swelling's gone down. What about you?" He gestured to her hand.

"It's just a scratch." She took her right hand off the wheel and stretched it across the seat to show him. He took it in his hand, wrapping his fingers around it, gently running his thumb over the scratches and massaging her wrist, which was still sore, despite her attempt to make light of it.

"One hell of a right hook you got," he said, grinning. Then he sobered up. "But I can't keep letting you fight for me like that. That's twice now..."

Alba twined her fingers through his, squeezing his hand. "I like fighting for you."

Derwin was still caressing her hand. Then he lifted it and pressed a kiss to her bruised knuckles. Under his soft, fervent lips, the smarting from the scratches vanished instantly, and Alba could feel tingles running up her arm, toward her chest.

"Could you pull over?" Derwin said.

"Why? What's wrong?"

"Nothing. It's just that I really want to kiss you and I don't want us to crash."

Something in his eyes as he said it made her pulse beat wildly in her breast. "Can't you wait until we get home?" she asked with a teasing smile.

"No, I don't think I can."

Alba had barely pulled over under the low branches of a coconut palm when Derwin drew her to him and started kissing her as he'd never kissed her before, his mouth insistent and demanding, a hand behind her ear, the other running over the bodice of her dress, caressing her side with grasping, impatient strokes. Usually it took some coaxing from her to get him comfortable, and even then he remained shy and hesitant. This passion was new, and just like his confidence when they went out on the boat or when he confronted the doorman at the hotel, Alba found it electrifying. She twisted, trying to get closer to him, but the wheel and the dashboard were in the way.

"You want to move to the backseat?" she murmured against his lips.

His eyes widened, and for a second, Alba's heart faltered. Oh no. What would he think of me now? What kind of girl would suggest such a thing...? But he only said "Yes" in an excited whisper, and was out of his seat in an instant.

Alba scrambled out of the driver's seat. They opened the doors at the same time and fell into each other's arms in the back. Derwin's jacket came off, followed by his bowtie. The buttons on the front of her dress came undone, by his hand or hers, she didn't know, and the dress was pushed down her shoulders, along with the straps of her slip. He fumbled with the clasps of her bra.

"Just pull it—here—let me—" Alba reached behind her, trying to help him undo the clasps.

"Ow," he mumbled as her elbow brushed across the bruise on his cheek.

"Sorry." That set them giggling like two idiots, his face pressed into her neck, his breath tickling her.

"Aren't you going to make it better?" he asked, and she placed her lips to the bruise, just as he'd done for her. Her tongue grazed across his scar, and he moaned softly.

They kissed again, kissed until their lips were bruised, until they had drunk up the lingering sweetness of punch on each other's tongue, until the coolness from the ice evaporated from his cheek, replaced by a warming fire that burned between them. Somehow her bra ended up around her midriff. Then his lips trailed down her throat to her collarbone and her breasts, and her laughter turned into quickening gasps. She lifted her hips, needing some friction, some pressure, something to relieve the building, throbbing heaviness between her legs. The movement only resulted in her sliding off the tiny seat, and she would've ended up on the floor if Derwin hadn't sat up and hauled her into his lap. Laughing, she half-rose to straddle him and banged her head on the ceiling. It only made her laugh harder, and Derwin was laughing as well. Then she sat down, with him fitting perfectly in the dip between her thighs, and their laughs died off as they looked into each other's eyes, breathless, waiting. 

"Are you sure about this?" Derwin asked.

They were in his car, panting like they were both on fire, with his shirt unbuttoned and her dress half-off, and he still had to ask. But she wouldn't want him any other way.

"Yes," she said. "What about you? Is it enough of a proper date for you?"

He grinned. "Well, we've had two half dates, and two halves make a whole." He brushed a strand of hair away from her face. "But—"

"You won't get me into trouble," she said firmly, catching his meaning. "I trust you."

There was that quivering little smile again. "Do you?"

"Yes."

Still he hesitated, his fingers dancing over her spine and shoulder blades and the back of her arms, sending delicious shivers all through her. Then he blurted out, "We can get married."

"What?"

"Not right at this moment. But tomorrow. Or Monday. We don't even have to tell anybody, just go to City Hall and do it quick, the two of us," he said in a rush. Clearly it was something he'd just thought of.

"So you can make an honest woman out of me?" she said, laughing.

"Or so you can make an honest man out of me."

Alba gazed at him in the yellow light of the street lamps. She ran her hand over his features and saw in them not just the face she'd come to hold so dear in just a few months, but also his heart, his kindness, his strength. She thought about how her life had changed since he came into it, and, for the first time, thought about their future. Then she dropped her hand and said, with not inconsiderable regret, "... No."

Derwin's face fell. "You don't want to marry me?"

"No, no, cariño," she said quickly, "it's not that I don't want to marry you. I don't... I don't want to marry anybody. Not yet. You do understand that, don't you?" But even as she said it, she knew he understood. He always did. "Besides, I don't think we should get married just to have sex," she added, her cheeks heating up again. "What if the sex turns out to be bad? Where would we go then?"

"You think it'll be bad?"

"I don't know." She leaned down and whispered, teasing his ear with her lips and her tongue, "Why don't we find out?"

And they did. As their mouths and hands and bodies found each other again, and at last, at last, as ecstasy crashed over her like waves crashing over the sand outside, Alba realized that the night was far from ruined. Quite the opposite.

Chapter 18

Here's the song that Alba sings: The Gentleman Obviously Doesn't Believe (In Love)

Taglist: @kitkat80, @hahahafucku

[kaedeharakaori]

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

𝑹𝒆𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 || 𝘍. 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘴 (Masterlist)

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SEASON ONE: We only see each other at weddings and funerals

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New York, 2019.

Located in the depths of the mansion, deep within the gated halls of the east wing, in a panic room where no such powers can be used, lie a sleeping beauty, or should I say, the Umbrella Academy's Siren, Mikayla Hargreeves.

Darkness was all she saw, it was all she could feel.

"Please... let me out of here." She begged desperately as if it was all she could ever do, it was the only thing she could do.

'You should have never went on that mission, little one. You were warned.'

It was an eerie voice lingering in her dark world, the same voice that told her not to go on that mission that costed Mika her life. The very mission that killed someone important to her.

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New York. November 11, 2005.

Exactly three years after

Number Five disappears.

It was another normal day for the Hargreeves children, them having fun out in the courtyard, Luther sitting under his favourite tree, looking out for his siblings, Vanya in her room, beautifully playing the violin, Diego somewhere in the kitchen waiting for his mother to finish up their snacks.

"Ben!" Klaus excitedly called out, "Look at this, I can float!" Demonstrating that he can somewhat hover over the grass, a mere 10 centimeter height.

"That's amazing, Klaus." Allison clapped proudly about to sit next to Luther under the tree.

Now, my dear readers, you might be wondering where the little siren is. Little Mika was stood in front of the fireplace, her eyes fixed on the portrait that hung above her head.

"Its been exactly three years since you've gone." She whispered as tears were about to fall, "Give me a sign, Five. Please, give me a sign that you're still out there."

Mika wiped the tears that have now fallen on her blazer sleeve and kneeled in front of the fireplace, "I miss you so much, there was never a day I wouldn't think about you."

"How could you leave me just like that?" She now cried which alerted Diego, who was now making his way towards the girl.

Just as Diego was going to comfort her, an alarm rang throughout the mansion, signalling the kids that there was about to be a mission.

"Gather up, there is an important mission I'd like to announce." Sir Reginald Hargreeves voice boomed from the top of the staircase as the remaining six children stood, waiting for their father's command.

Vanya who quietly stood in the corner whispered, "Why do I feel like something bad is about to happen?"

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Florida. November 11, 2005.

Exactly three years after

Number Five disappears.

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the Florida beach. The mood was somber, but there was no time for reflection. From the ocean's depths, a swarm of menacing water creatures emerged, their grotesque forms glistening in the fading light.

Luther, with his superhuman strength, charged forward, swinging a piece of driftwood like a club. Each swing sent one of the creatures reeling back into the water.

Diego, with his knives shining due to the sunset, moved with lethal precision, each blade he owned was finding its mark in the soft underbellies of their enemies.

Klaus, though initially hesitant, summoned the spirits of sailors who died at sea to aid in battle, spectral figures pulling the water creatures away from the shore.

"Everyone, stay focused!" Allison called out, her voice cutting through the chaos. "I heard a rumor, that you can't breathe!" As her power twisted the realities of the creatures, they convulsed and collapsed as they gasped for air.

Somewhere on the beach was Ben, his monstrous tentacles unleashed from his chest, fought valiantly beside his siblings. The horror of his powers was a stark contrast to his very sweet and gentle demeanor, but today, Ben was using his powers with deathly efficiency.

On the edge of all this chaos stood Mika Hargreeves, sinking her feet into the wet sand. As a siren, her powers were tied to the water, yet she had not unlocked her full potential as all the enemies she fought before were on land.

Today, however, she had no choice but to jump into the sea. She slowly lowered herself into the depths, feeling the cold water swirl around her ankles, then her knees, and finally her waist.

Seeing the siren, Luther called out to her, "Mika, are you sure about this?"

"I have to, Luther. We have no other choice."

As the water enveloped her, Mika felt a strange energy coursing through her veins. Her senses sharpened, and an uncontrollable force surged within her. Her vision blurred, and she fell into an unconscious state, her body contorting as her powers took over. Her once human form began to morph, scales appearing on her skin, her eyes glowing a haunting blue.

'Beneath the waves, where shadows play,

A song of sorrow calls today.

Come closer now, drawn by the tide,

In the depths, where secrets hide.'

An eerie melody began to emanate from Mika, an ancient song that reverberated through the water and air.

'Silver moon, light our path,

Guide the lost through ocean's wrath.

Waves will cradle, voices blend,

In the deep, where dreams descend.'

The creatures, drawn to the sound, became entranced, their aggression turned into confusion, while her siblings were struggling to battle out the song. But the power was too much for Mika to handle, and it lashed out uncontrollably.

With the sudden burst of energy, the beach fell silent, and the ancient song was left unfinished. When the remaining members of the Umbrella Academy gathered their bearings, they found Ben lying still on the sand, his face pale and barely breathing. Allison on the other end screamed, rushing towards her other siblings. The remaining sea creatures, who were still disoriented by Mika's song, retreated back into the ocean, their threat momentarily neutralized.

Luther and Diego rushed to Mika's side, pulling her out of the water. She lay next to Ben unconscious, her transformation slowly reversing. Klaus ran and knelt by Ben, tears streaming down his face as he glanced at both his siblings.

"No, no, no, this can't be happening." He whispered.

As the siblings were grappled with grief and confusion, a familiar figure appeared at the edge of the beach—Sir Reginald Hargreeves. His face was impassive as he was surveying the scene.

"We cannot afford to have this distraction." Reginald said coldly. "Allison, you know what you must do."

Allison's eyes widened in horror. "No, I can't—"

"You will." Reginald interrupted, his tone stern and would not accept any argument.

"I heard a rumor..."

End

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Hello, my dears

I hope you enjoyed this one

It dives into the depths of

Mika's forgotten past

What do you think will happen

if she finished her song?

[anonymouschishiyaimaginesandmore]

The hard kind of Games

Minors, do not read! Contains mentions of smutty behavior!

MASTERLIST (up-to-date)

This is Part 1 !!Here!! is Part 2

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Alice in Borderland/Imawa no Kuni no Alice characters or original stories, only the plot of this fanfic. Alice in Borderland/Imawa no Kuni no Alice characters and original storyline belong to Haro Aso, who made the Manga the Series is based on.

Trigger Warning: Explicit Smut, Toxic Behavior, Drug Use, Gory, Written Madness, Complicated Consensual/Not-Consensual Behavior Summery: Chishiya x female OC that I gave a Name for this Story

A few days after the next stage started, Chishiya was already on his way to a game.

The blimps flying around got fewer and fewer and no one knew what would happen if the last one fell. Will happen. At some point. Chishiya strived to know.

As he entered the games arena, a huge club with different rooms, his attention was immediately on the number of participants. There were already around 60 players and the game hasn’t started yet.

Chishiya asked himself what kind of game would need so many attendees. No matter what it was, he felt that the answer would come soon, whatever he liked it or not. His attention turned to the growing crowd.

So many faces. The blond man scanned the room, looking at first for familiar faces, from the beach or from his time in the real world and then for signals the other participants were sending out. Micro expressions, a nervous tick, or hidden weapons. The people around him seemed to be either on the edge, alarmed or unconcerned. No one really wanted to be here. Playing live and death games. Chishiya did, tho.

Slow steps led him into the next room, locating where everything and everyone was standing and looking out for any hidden clue or hints that could possibly lead to a win. While the one he stepped in first was the entry to all the other rooms, looking like some fancy hotel lobby, this one delivered a different message -> Welcome to pleasure and lust island <- Red velvet chairs were scattered throughout the whole room and a pompous throne at the end with lines of gold and framed by silky curtain.

This was a room for low human activities. Nothing he wanted to participate in when the danger of dying was all too present. The few people in this room had hijacked the bar already and were drinking like they wouldn’t need each of their braincells to get out alive. Whatever, Chishiya thought, stepping into the next room, they all look like dying anyway.

The next rooms interior design was more like the clubs he was used to in the real world. Colorful neon lights everywhere with loud thuds booming from wall to wall, trying to outdo eachother and followed by single syllable music blasted by speakers. Lasers in all kinds of shapes and forms flew around, reflecting on the mirrors left and right, but none of this awakened in him the desire to dance and surrender to the approaching end, like the people around him did.

In this room of around 20 people, Chishiya’s observant eyes catched a familiar sight. The one of a girl he has seen on the beach, walking around from time to time and aside from that, keeping to herself.

The ex-beach member wouldn’t have thought that from all the survivors of the big ten of hearts game, it would be her who made it this far. He has played a few games where this girl participated in and while she made it to the end, it wasn’t like she played any big part or stood out in any way. At least not to him and Chishiya had an eye for interesting people.

She could have been a no one if Chishiya hasn’t seen her lurking around the hotels entrance sometimes. However, after following her around for a while, he had to come to the conclusion that she was, after all, just a boring no one, who tried to understand what happened to the live she once knew and how to adapt to this one.

His lips turned into an innocent smile, while his feet made fast work to approach her and in less than 10 minutes, he had her wrapped in his web and made her his partner in crime in case the game was about forming teams. Everything was possible and Chishiya was ready for whatever the game masters now came up with, no matter.

The girl introduced herself as Ivy, what Chishiya instantly knew was a lie by the long pause she took before answering him and her body language as she said the name, but the girl did good not to trust him from the get-go and tell him her whole life story, in case he planned to trick her and use her as decoy to get out of a deadly situation.

Chishiya didn’t miss the side eye she gave him and how Ivy never let him out of her sight while he was close.

Good girl, the dyed blond thought, smirking as she glanced sheepishly at him before parting to take a look at the other side of the slowly packing room. You are doing good not to trust me.

Chishiya was sure that his reputation had long made its way to her before she even left the beaches not very secure walls, and it was surely not a good one. After all he was known to use people for his advantage and this girl wouldn’t be different.

However, Ivy wasn’t long gone before wiggling her way thru the crowd back to him, telling him to follow her with a worried expression and twitching fingers grabbing the hem of her plain shirt tightly.

Chishiya did, making his way to where she came from, with Ivy in front of him leading the way, before both of them came to a halt in front of high glass doors that led to a different room with varnish and leather hanging from a huge X.

There was a small group that mostly blocked his view of what everyone was staring at, but Ivy grabbed Chishiya’s hand announced and pulled him further, using her small posture to wriggle around the noisy bodies that pressed her from side to side.

When Chishiya’s brown orbs finally got to see what visibly shocked everyone, he let out a long hmm, grabbing his new partner and pulling her back to the spot he stood before.

Ivy tried to protest, but Chishiya gave her no time. Soon, panic would start to break out and people would accuse eachother to be part of the closed rooms gruesome scene.

The bodies, the blood. A massacre. Cut off limbs and ripped out throats everywhere with shattered bottles and glass covering the red soaked carpet but nonetheless, what preoccupied Chishiya’s turning wheels the most, were the written letters on the otherwise completely clean surface that just didn’t want to swing open anymore.

Room clear. Next will follow.

Panic came as Chishiya predicted and people tried to leave the games venue, but the entrance was blocked, and the only way out was an elevator who’s cubic was at least 4 levels above and therefor unreachable.

That didn’t stop everyone tho. In the next 2 hours 4 people died thru stupid and imperfect tries to climb the elevator shaft, falling to their demise eventually.

“Idiots” Chishiya exclaimed taking a quick look down into the dark nothing, where another player just disappeared “If the doors don’t open, it means the game has started and there is no leaving until its cleared.”

Ivy’s own mindless tries stopped as soon as the second locked room was discovered, around 4 hours since Chishiya’s arrival and again, bodies, blood and people’s guts everywhere. To top things off, no sign of how things had happened.

For Chishiya’s watchful eyes, it was clear the people had killed eachother. The fact that most of the cut open corpses still carried glass shards or knives was indication enough, however no matter how long he starred thru the transparent glass, no lettering or hidden notes on the wall indicated the cause of death.

From then on people lost their shit entirely. Some tried to take over the situation as it always happened with people trying to bring good old law and order into a life and death situation. One man who identified himself as a police officer demanded everyone to split as far away apart as possible, so every single participant could be searched thru for bloodstains and weapons and what not, but his reasonable demands only put him on the wrong side of the spotlight and soon he found himself stabbed by two others that were convinced that he had killed everyone. After all, why else who he demands for people to give up guns and weapons if he wasn’t planning to kill more, right?

Chishiya couldn’t agree less with this logic, but the man died anyway trading his spotlight with the murderers. As more and more people started to accuse eachother, even Ivy standing next to him, following the stupid bickering all too overburdened with the situation, spoke up, protesting against the idea to chain every person scattered in different rooms and to some furniture, until it was clear who did what, but Chishiya stopped her mid-sentence, leaving the way too overcrowded room for a less occupied one and telling her to follow him.

“If you start giving ideas or keep objecting to others, they will get you on their radar and if things don’t turn out as expected you might die like the police guy” the blond man explained, his head gesturing towards the lifeless body of their past fellow player, while walking into the adjoined room with stuffed animals and rainbow shaped couches.

“So, what should I do? Stand around and do nothing while people die?” Ivy asked slightly enraged. Chishiya’s unmoved expression told her his exact answer without muttering a single word “Of course” a bitter smile creeping on her face and Chishiya straitened his shoulders for the impact that would leave him unharmed as always “That’s what you always do” the girl took a step back from her teammate, putting some much needed space between herself and the psychopathic blond “Letting people die around you until you find the answer and then just leaving the game with everyone dying behind” a normal person would now get angry by the hurtful accusations but Chishiya only smirked knowing what the girl was going to say next. They always did. Pointing fingers and call him heartless and what not and yeah maybe he was, but at least he was alive, unlike some of the more caring idiots that lost theirs due to lightning themselves on fire just to keep others warm “That’s awful. Only a monster would do such things and still feel nothing” Chishiya scoffed. His eyes traveled across the overly cutesy furniture “Then why did you agree to team up with me? A Monster. Kind of stupid don’t you think?”

Ivy shook her head as if she was trying to push and throw away the bad thoughts that implicated she might has made a deal with the devil “I don’t know” she confessed honest “Maybe I thought all the others told me some bullshit of just how selfish you really are or perhaps I thought that because I know you from the beach, it would be smarter to trust you then anyone else” this fact should have indeed told her otherwise. After all the beach has never been the promised Utopia Hatter had loved to paint it and no one, not even naïve young Ivy could have overlooked all the terrible things that happened on its terrain “Trusting anyone is always a bad choice” Chishiya stated and Ivy nodded slowly agreeing and looking the man in front of her up and down “Maybe” she said, turning to the side and Chishiya knew she would leave soon, not that he would stop her “But I would rather trust the wrong people and die then to life such a pathetic empty life as you” and with that she left.

Chishiya chuckled, looking after her as her small posture made its way into another room. She would come back, he knew, eventually. It was easy to say such things but when it comes to the desperate will to live, people would always throw someone else to the round just to be the last one standing. Ivy wouldn’t be different. No one ever was, no matter how high and mighty they liked to talk.

Chishiya went to search each room for signs again, discovering Ivy doing the same, tho he didn’t trust her perception and planned to go thru the rooms she already had searched again. No way he would put his life in the hands of someone who barely made it out of past games.

However, he needed her busy or she would lose her cool and flip her shit like all the other participants. That better not happen, the blond ex doctor thought. Not in case I still need you.

Tho he kept his eyes on her, just in case she was the dealer of the game and was planning to get rid of him or tempt other players to do so. After all, Chishiya didn’t saw Miras place in all the games either and here he was, fooled like everyone else.

When she did approach him after some time, carrying a bottle of some soda that she handed over like a good Samaritan, Ivy had nothing to share, beside some Latin words at the entrance that led to all the clubs’ rooms and just as Chishiya decided to take a look himself, the doors of the next room closed and didn’t open no matter how hard people pushed.

How stupid, Chishiya thought. People have already tried throwing chairs and other stuff in their fruitless attempts to open the doors, but apparently, they were made with great precautions, because not even after someone fired a gun aiming at the glass, did it break, or even showed so much as a crack. Instead, it not only bounced off, but also hit another player in the chest after grazing Ivy’s shoulder, who stood too close to the scene and killed the poor fool that just so happened to walk by, instantly.

Curtains fell over the door and for 30 minutes no one saw anything. No information’s of what was happening inside. Then, the curtains lifted, revealing yet another room full of dead players and people scattered around, sinking down on chairs like a bag of potatoes or bundled over in an embryo position, rocking back and forth.

3 Rooms gone, Chishiya counted, seven to go, including the one he was in right now. Chishiya’s eyes shifted towards his teammate, who swallowed hard. Her hand reached for his, but retracted before it could get to it, reminding herself of what kind of person he was and that there was no comfort to expect from him.

“We could be next” she whispered and Chishiya nodded, eyes scanning over the dead bodies he could see.

A lot of participants grabbed the next bottle and drunk themselves into delirium and to be honest, Chishiya could understand them.

This was supposed to be a game and a game always had a goal to win, but this one was more like the king of spades one. There were to specific rules, no instruction on how to play or what to do to clear it. No time limit either and no one knew who their opponent even was. The blimps huge cards showed the King of hearts, but no face has been shown yet. No one even knew if there was a human being behind this game. Chishiya still thought there had to be someone who pulled the strings.

The way he saw it, every 2 hours a room closed, no matter how many people were inside. Why those rooms? He couldn’t tell. There seemed to be no real reason so far and for now he just took it as a random generated choice until he knew more.

Another 3 rooms closed and Chishiya saw Ivy less and less often. Other players would have thought that she was breeding out some wicked plan or was the one behind all of this, but Chishiya knew human beings good enough.

Desperation was catching up on his teammate, making her pace around, blindly searching for any clues to make it out alive. He kept in mind to look for her every 2 hours so if his room was the unlucky one locking itself, he had her at least with him in case he needed her.

2 more rooms closed up and opened their curtains and the players grew less and less. Without no real rest, it was hard to stay calm all the time. Adrenlin pumping thru veins while eyes shifted nervously from person to person, looking for the one who pushed the buttons. Everyone, beside Chishiya, who always kept his cool no matter what.

He saw people fighting against eachother, trying to push others out of the places they had taken right next to the doors. Everyone hoped that, in case the room closed, they only had to be fast enough, sliding thru the small gap away from the source of fire but that was just another stupid idea. Then more and more players disappeared towards the entrance, only to not be seen ever again.

Chishiya knew where they went. His fellow players got so frightened by the unknown that they rather chose to throw away all hope and take the death they knew. All hope. Chishiya titled his head, standing at one of the red velvet rooms walls.

He read something about hope somewhere since he joined this game but the more he tried to remember it, the harder the thought seemed to fight his grasp.

Strange, the self-called genius proclaimed to himself, slowly realizing that more and more of his thoughts seemed to slip away.

Before Chishiya had the chance to really think about it, he spotted Ivy’s face in the crowed fighting thru the mass in his direction. Her face was red, and she seemed to breath heavily. That got him alarmed immediately and he gave up his leaning statue position to walk slow steps towards her direction.

When she finally reached him, she had a hard time breathing. Her hair was sticking to her sweating cheeks as she looked at him, mouth forming words he couldn’t hear.

“What?” he screamed at her, a hand reaching out to hold her in place as Chishiya leaned his head closer to understand her better.

“We have to get out of here” she said and Chishiya looked at her confused, her lips formed the word “Now” as her voice was swallowed by the crowed.

He didn’t have time to comprehend the meaning of them as Ivy suddenly leaned forward, pressing the same mumbling lips on his, kissing him furiously. Wait, what?

Chishiya was taken aback and for a moment, too long for his own liking, he let her proceed. The blond reached for Ivy’s face with both his hands, trying to push her away from him, but instead he found himself, pulling her closer, kissing her back, his tongue devouring the inside of her mouth eagerly.

Now that was unexpected, he thought.

Her hands left her own sides and reached for his chest, scraping over his black shirt and greedy going lower until he felt them slipping under the fabric, touching, and seizing the sensitive skin down to his V Line and the careful trimmed hair. Her small fingers tugged at the hem of his pants, all impatient and Chishiya’s head screamed to push her away. To grab said hands and pull them off him.

This was no place for this kind of act. Besides, there was nothing on said girl that excited him, even the slightest, to start this kind of play with her. Not at the beach and most definitely not in this kind of venue, but he didn’t stop her.

Chishiya made no move to fight her. Said nothing to put her back in her place or let her know that she was indeed the last person he would consider getting intimate with.

Right here, right now? He thought, as he felt fingers opening the knots of his black joggers’ cords, finding the opening instantly and slipping past his underwear down right to his manhood.

Chishiya gasped at the unexpected feeling of her grabbing him, but he didn’t have much time to think about it as she already started moving her fingers around him, pumping him steady while surrounded by a crowd of strangers and kissing him as if they knew eachother for a long time.

He moaned into her mouth. His right hand grabbing one of her arms and nails dug deep into the soft fat of her skin, but he didn’t stop her movements. Didn’t rip her hand out of the boxers confinement and made to fuss as her thumb rubbed impatiently over the tip of his growing member, spreading the beads of precum and wetting his cock while stroking him to her liking.

“What…what are you…doing?” he asked between kisses and other sounds that escaped his mouth way too quickly and grunting as her hold on him tightened, massaging him ambitiously and, how he had to agree, nicely and with good knowledge. That was one thing he could give her.

“The Air” Ivy answered equally breathing hard and feeling the prominent thick vein under her pads pulsing and pumping more and more blood into the rising tent, but Chishiya didn’t understand “The Vents” she said this time, taking his hand into hers and squeezing absurdly painful, while the other made to attempts to stop her actions on him.

Ivy looked into dark orbs and his brain told him that there was something wrong with the way her eyes starred at him. They seemed glazed, brighter than their usual color and her pupils were strangely dilated. More and more sweat was forming on her cheeks and forehead, running down to her jaw and dripping away. The sight somehow electrified Chishiya and he felt himself arousing at the thought where else she was possibly dripping.

“I need you” husky words whispered towards him “Now” pressing her lips on his anew and opening her mouth to allow Chishiya a tour he hasn’t asked for. “I don’t understand” Chishiya mumbled in between his own grunts, sounding stupid and horny in his own ears. He felt like the air was sucked out of his lungs by Ivy and his brain was no help at all. For some reason his body wasn’t moving the way it was told and he was alarmingly unbothered by that fact.

Chishiya felt a pull that got him out of his worrying thoughts, as Ivy dragged him towards the Bar. As they reached it, he was surprised but not aversed as he watched her lifting her skirt and taking of her panties in a hurry, throwing them somewhere he didn’t see, because his eyes were locked on her clothed cunt, awaiting the possible view he could get. She then set down on a stool and pulled him by his shirt towards her, spreading her legs so he could fit right into the space between them with obvious want and Chishiya gasped mentally.

She wasn’t going to do what he thought she would, would she? WOULD SHE?

Chishiya had a hard time, literally, following his own thoughts, but everything in him screamed that this was wrong. Something was happening, but he couldn’t follow the leads to find the bigger picture. His brain was too much in a daze to concentrate properly on anything else than his urge to fuck Ivy right then and there. To be inside of her and finally feeling the luring heat of her warm walls around him, flexing and hopefully not letting go until he came with all his balls could offer.

And he didn’t have the strength to fight this urge either, as he felt her work on his pants again, pushing them down just enough for his erect member to come free and smack against his stomack. When did he get hard? How did this happen? Chishiya wasn’t the kind of guy who oh so easily got excited by some girl in tight clothes, less if the circumstances didn’t fit his demands like right now.

They were in a game. He could die every minute and Ivy too, but his body didn’t seem to care, pumping blood in his lower region with an impressive speed.

“Can’t…stop” the girl whispered, pulling him flush against herself and harshly planting sloppy open-mouthed kisses one after the other. Her Skirt rode up with every grind Chishiya made against her sex, revealing more and more skin but not offering him one glance at what his cock desired the most now.

“Me neither” Chishiya hissed when the red leaking tip of his length poked the plum flesh of her inner thighs, leaving small droplets of milky white pre-cum and smearing it around as his hips rocked back and forth on a desperate search for friction of any kind “What are you doing with me?” the sultry spoken words were born rather out of confusion from the dyed blond man then out of lust. He positioned himself between her thighs as this was an everyday thing. Fucking her in a Club surrounded by people.

For some unknown but worrisome reason, Chishiya couldn’t care less. He sighed deliciously smiling in the most handsome way Ivy has ever seen someone do in her presence, as Chishiya got the tiniest peak of what could await him. After rocking desperately into nothing, struggling to keep his posture for much longer, his dick found the soaking wet place of her cunt, gliding up and down along her folds and spreading the incredible mess Ivy had created onto him, coating every millimeter of his penis for what was to come. It felt like heaven and Chishiya trembled at the thought of how good her pussy could feel, if what he had gotten yet was already so fueling, it left him gasping for air. Literally.

His hands pushed her skirt up entirely, sparking another smile to his face and revealing the lustful cunt that he craved now more than staying alive. As he reached with one hand for her face guiding it to his mouth, Ivy sobbed, tears spilling at the edges of every eyelid, running down her flushed cheeks and onto his hands while she whimpered his answer “I don’t know, Chishiya.” The other one went to her waist, holding her in position, so she couldn’t back away once he started, and he did. With one swift move, no preparation, no getting used to his size, just one move and he was fully inside her.

Ivy yelped in pain, and he liked it. He liked the way she screamed when he was so deep inside her, he could feel her pulse around his cock, beating at the sound of her heartbeat. It turned him on even more then her body ever could “Chishiya stop” Ivy whispered as he pulled all back, but her body betrayed her words. Legs wrapped around his waist, locking him in place and making sure he too couldn’t leave. His tip fell out of her weeping cunt, dropping heavily a few centimeters and arranging a wet squelching sound as her entrance closed and opened again like a living breathing being.

“I can’t” Chishiya panted, titling his hips upwards so his dick raised back to the hole he oh so desired, plunging all in for a second time and listening vulgar at every brutal scream he coaxed out of her body, only to repeat his actions again and again in an agonizing slow way. Ivy’s eyes were shut with force. More and more tears formed around the lids, running down her face and poisoning the ex-doctors mind with thoughts of how hard her tears would spill if he had gone for her throat instead of her pussy. Just as the salty liquid was about to run down her cheeks, he liked them away.

Disgusting, Chishiya thought, but his inside felt turned on by the taste, giving Ivy a few sadistic ruthless trusts “You look so fucking good…mhmm…so damn good, I want to eat you up” words that could very much be interpreted as thrilling dirty talk, were instead said with a morbid and animalistic want to really bite into her flesh and chew on what he could rip out. It was bizarre and Chishiya felt a small part of him was deeply appalled at his own thought, but the more prominent part, the one that had the upper hand right now, making him fuck a girl he didn’t give the minimum of courtesy and treat her to a drink before screwing her lascivious on a chair and seriously contemplating about how tasty Ivy would be if only he could get a tiny bit of her between his teeth. Just the thought alone was so savory it made his mouth water at the sight of her shoulder. His pelvis smacked against her clit, thrilled her body and transported her closer and closer to the euphoria Chishiya’s actions promised.

The blond himself couldn’t be less and more overjoyed at the same time as possible. His body and mind, usually in sync, were now competing against each other. Pushing him towards the joyous extasy his lower abdomen was craving so much but also wishing for nothing more than that it stops. The want to do absurd things he had never even thought about, less felt kinky on, flooded his brain, swearing up and down that he would feel stimulation of his life if he just gave in and plunge his teeth into Ivy’s poor neck. Aching him to try just one bite. It couldn’t hurt right?

Well fucking yes, it will god damn it hurt like hell for the tormented girl and Chishiya knew it. He knew it like he knew the laws of physics and still. His mind swore again and again how tender she would taste. Just a little. One will be okay right? One bite. Just one.

While Chishiya was against everything happening right now, the display of sexual activities in public was at the top of his list, his body seemed to enjoy every second of it. Even craved it. He felt his right hand moving to her chest massaging one breast, pinching, and squeezing her abused nipple nonstop and way harsher then needed. He couldn’t stop tho. He rolled the small, hardened bud between thumb and index finger, pulling unnecessary at it and what should have brought Ivy pleasure only rose more sobbed pleads and repeating “Chishiya it hurts.”

Ivy was a mess. His bodyweight almost crushed her as he leaned further onto her, bending her back over the cushioned seat. The harsh way he trusted into her, screwing a girl raw for the first time in his life without any kind of protection fucking her so forcefully it obviously pained her audibly. All of that should make him stop. He wasn’t the kind of man for such acts. Wasn’t into forcing himself on anyone. He got no pleasure into seeing people hurt or scream in pain, but then again, Chishiya couldn’t tell a time he was more aroused then right now.

He should be ashamed. This was so not him right not. Not his usual self. The blond could tell the same about Ivy, tho he didn’t know her that well. It was like someone else had taken her body hostage. Someone who didn’t minded getting her brain fucked hard, even enjoyed it and Ivy couldn’t stop it from happening. Not that Chishiya would let her go. Ever.

It hurt so much, the way he was pounding into her and still, she pulled him closer, kissed him deeper, pressed her heels into his back, so he couldn’t get away, wouldn’t get away from fucking her.

Pained whines, one after the other, escaped her mouth, tho as Ivy opened her lips, it wasn’t Stop that came out of it, but the Word “Harder” and Chishiya complied.

He put one hand on the bar to support himself as he leaned further onto his very new teammate, trusting at a higher speed. This felt so wrong.

Ivy threw her head into her neck screaming louder, no moans, just painful screams and he knew, he just knew she didn’t enjoy the way he fucked her. His brain was telling him, the signs were all there. The tears, the screams, the way her fists clenched so hard into his outstretched arm, her knuckles turned completely white. Her inside was practically milking him with the way it was non-stop clenching and pulling him back, begging for more.

The signs were all there, but his body didn’t care and hers didn’t either. “I want you so much” Chishiya whispered, leaning forward and sloppy kissing the shoulder he eyed for so long after grabbing her shirts string and pulling it down the whole length of her arm. She tastes salty, what was only logic after all the liquid her body was sweating out like it was mid-summer heat, however the aroma didn’t rapture his doing. He kissed up and down along every little part of her shoulder, running his tongue along her neck and slurping like he could suck her blood out of her body, if only he could kiss her harder.

However, Chishiya’s intrusive thoughts won over his aversion to pain someone who hasn’t done anything against him nor was standing in his way of survival. He was surprised how brutal he was as he bit the soft part of her shoulder way too hard. Teeth tearing into skin, then flesh, drawing unnecessary blood that he licked and sipped away eagerly, only to dig deeper until he was sure, his whites had grazed a bone and he finally stopped. He gulped the liquid down his throat taking a good look down at the visible mark he created and realizing with definitely not enough shock that he could make out every single one of his teeth perfectly aligned and molded into Ivy forever “I want to ruin you”, he made his nonsense of thoughts space, watching in horror how Ivy laughed at his statement seemingly happy, but sobs broke every single one of her small fits as she pulled him down again, tasting her own flavor on his lips.

“I don’t want to die” she whispered before laughing maniacally again and kissing him so feverously he stopped his hips for a moment, falling completely into the act and forgetting for a moment how wrong this was, until they parted, and she mumbled so quiet against his lips, he almost didn’t hear it “Please don’t kill me Chishiya.”

He heard her, he really did, but the blond man somehow couldn’t care. The bite. He licked a long stripe over the wound, his tongue circling over it, stopping her healing process and drawing further spilling blood. It must have hurt a lot, he thought, because it was bleeding like crazy. He licked the blood away again, kissing the spot, as his eyes wander around. That’s when he caught sight of his surroundings and the sudden view mixed with the meaning of what he saw, shook him to his bones.

People have lost their minds. Everyone was fucking insanely, screwing eachother over broken furniture and it was not in a good way. Some were going at it, punching each other while their bodies smacked loudly against one another. One couple was moving in the same position he and Ivy did, just that the guy was purposely ramming a broken piece of glass into the woman’s throat, not stopping while she cackled maniacally and kissed him wildly, aggressively ripping out parts of his tongue and chewing on it like it was the most delicious thing she ever had.

His eyes moved further along to a guy behind the bar right in front of him. He had a girl down on her knees with her arms loosely hanging around her body, while he trusted into her mouth grunting and growling, holding her in place by the tight grip on her jaw. She was dead. Chishiya knew it by the way her hands swayed back and forth with the man’s movement but he didn’t seem to mind it. Parts of Chishiya even believed he enjoyed it as much as the blond man reveled in the sight.

It weirdly reminded him of a doll. That was crazy. The people around him were killing each other while screwing violently. Everyone was crazy. And to his own shock, Chishiya had to come to the conclusion that he also had gone crazy with his acts and the fact he felt no real remorse beside that tiny shrilling part of his brain that begged him again and again, to please stop his actions. They had already gone so far. Please, his brain pleased with him, but Chishiya was unable to follow, no matter how much he wanted, and he did want to, as he looked down on Ivy, bleeding from her shoulder, screaming while he couldn’t stop himself pounding her harder and harder.

Realization hit him. He was going to kill her.

Chishiya already felt the urge for his hand to grab her throat. As soon as he couldn’t suppress that anymore, he would probably squeeze her so hard, choking her, while still not stopping from filling her cunt with his cock again and again. Maybe, he thought, as his eyes went to the people around him again, maybe he would still be going after he killed her.

Chishiya didn’t feel his release coming. No urge for it. Just an animalistic necessary to fuck her as hard as he could. His eyes went up and landed on the ceiling and then again, realization, as his eyes made out the vent in the corner.

That’s what Ivy tried to tell him. Something was pumped thru the vents into the room, making everyone go crazy on each other. In his head he was going thru all existing gas-like drugs that could cause such a behavior. His body moving meanwhile on autopilot.

He felt bad. The way he was hurting her... It wasn’t on purpose, but they were still his hands grabbing her right leg, pulling it over his shoulder so he could get a better angle and going deeper and harder, while angling her further and kneading her breast while she trashed in front of him, but still pulled him closer, calling out and begging him to stop with the same voice that told him to not do it. His fingers pulling her hair back with so much force he was sure her neck should have snapped. Nails digged so hard into the tender skin of her exposed tights, it started bleeding and still, he didn’t stop it. Couldn’t bring himself to do it, no matter what. He dug harder, caused her so much discomfort, Ivy had a hard time breathing between all the sobs and screams.

Chishiya glimpsed at her chest and the way it was raising in distress. It turned him on and made him want to puke at the same time. How long until she broke under him?

If he kept bending her over that stool the way he did, it wouldn’t be long until he would snap her spine in half. That would be terrible. She wouldn’t die right away but it would rather make her unable to move. Chishiya decided he couldn’t wait any longer, he had to do something, or he would be soon humping a dead corpse.

His mind was reaching for the last thought he had. A part of him remembered that he had discovered something, just before the effect of the drug apparently kicked in and Ivy had found him.

Ivy. He would kill her after screwing her and he didn’t even know her real name. What would have happened if she hadn’t found him? Would someone else already stabbed her to death while impaling her small body on his cock?

Or would she be the one on top, scratching the poor guy’s eyes out while rutting her hips back and forth? Was she going to plug his out? Chishiya imagined her tiny fingers plunging into his eye sockets, ripping every eyeball out separately. Goosebumps formed on his body but the thought of watching her doing this turned him disgustingly on. Chishiya pushed those thoughts away. They were distracting and not helpful at all.

His mind grabbed and reached for the aha moment. What was it again? Something…Somewhere…fucking…shit. Chishiya had to come to the conclusion that his mind was unable to think about anything else then its carnal desire to pump this female body under him with his cock, watching her switch between screams and cries for more and begging him to please not stop, while trashing around helplessly.

Instead, Chishiya ripped his eyes away from this sight. His stomachs insides were circling around, and it didn’t help to constantly remind himself of his upcoming doom if he wasn’t able to come up with something as a plan to restrain himself in any way possible.

His gaze went over the rapidly decreasing number of survivors. Less than 7 people were still standing, at least somehow. 2 pairs were going at eachother in the corner of Chishiya’s eyes. At the other side, two females were murderously making out with a guy. One blew him while the other was chewing on his jaw, ripping parts of skin and flesh out and eating him alive, while all the man was doing nothing else then lying there and smiling in a disturbing bloody way. His lips, at least the parts that were still there, widened as he catched sight of Chishiya looking at him, waving him over and inviting to also have a snack.

No thanks, the blond thought, cannibalism has never been one of his kinks.

Instead, something else catched his attention. A door behind the threesome couple and Chishiya went thru his head where it could be leading. His mind was slow while his hips picked up their pace. And then it hit him. The thought he had before all of this started.

Hope. Chishiya’s face contorted bitterly at the obvious fact. This game was meant for people to lose all hope and kill eachother. The less they fought against the drug and with that against the urge to kill, the less they would have to endure pain and agony at watching people die by their own hands. A true heart game.

He remembered that Ivy had told him that the only note-like thing she found were Latin words at the entrance and at one of Chishiya’s rounds thru the games venue he had seen them. His mind recalled the words, pressing them to the surface with want -> Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate <-

“Abandon all hope, ye who enter here” Chishiya mumbled the words translated. A sentence that according to Dante was written over the gate that led to hell.

Chishiya pressed his forehead against Ivy’s sweaty one, laughing relieved but also a tad nervous. This was the hint he had been searching for and he overlooked it the whole time. If the phrase was written over the door frame that led to all the clubs, it meant that the clubs were meant to be hell and thus, to escape hells influence, one must get out of it.

The lobby. The only save space, because it was the room before the words welcomed every participant into hell, but how was he supposed to get there now that the room has closed itself up.

Chishiya’s clouded brain reminded him of the couple of 3 murderous players, but he didn’t want to think about them, pushing it aside. However, something in his mind was bugging him to go over it again and as Chishiya finally gave in and looked at the still overly disturbing view his eyes widen at the door behind them. It wasn’t supposed to be there.

It was none of the glass-like ones that led one room to the other and back and Chishiya couldn’t remember seeing it somewhere else. However. There was one of the heavy velvet curtains right next to it, so maybe he hasn’t seen it because it was hidden all the time?

Whatever it was, since there was no other way out, this door had to be the one leading to some, hopefully, safe space away from this literal hell. An idea came to his mind.

Chishiya straightened his posture as good as he could. He reached for the nearest glass, grabbing it and fighting the urge to slay Ivy with it. Instead, he pulled it at himself, crashing at his head so hard it broke and shattered in countless pieces.

The sudden impact made his body stop its movement, tumbling a few steps back.

Ah yes, pain, he thought, trying to control his breathing. He saw changes in the corner of his eyes and when he looked up, his brown orbs catched Ivy sitting up. The right side of her shirt was hanging loosely. Apparently, he had ripped it without realizing it. Her body was shaking with sobs while she looked at him questioning why he had stopped what she probably craved just as much as he did.

3 fast steps, that’s all it took him to get to her, putting his hands around her throat.

There was pressure from his squeezing, but he wasn’t choking her yet. The shock in her eyes was painful. She knew he was going to kill her now, she likely concluded this by herself, but seeing him going at her that way must be a different thing. He leaned his forehead against hers. Her helpless whimper only broken by a soft-spoken Word “Chishiya.”

He kissed her hard, no love, no caring, just lips on lips. Ivy’s mouth opened and his tongue pressed against hers in a lewd and sinful way that he would have enjoyed if his next thought wasn’t to bite it off “Run” Chishiya whispered what catched her attention “Run away from me.”

He grabbed a sharp piece of the glass he had shattered at his head and stabbed himself into his torso “The door” he hissed uncomfortable. His head gestured in the direction of the 3 now almost lifeless bodies. Ivy followed his gaze, landing on the same spot and somehow, she seemed to understand quicker than the blond man himself. Chishiya pressed the sharp piece deeper, eliciting another stinging wave of pain.

It hurt and it bled instantly but he would be okay. After all, the ex-doctor knew exactly were to puncture without harming any vital organs. He groaned and in one swift move threw Ivy off the stool “Run” he screamed again, turning the glass in its wound to increase the pain.

[marimayscarlett]

I know it's by now an exhausted topic but I wasn't around for that era so hopefully you can enlighten me about Richard's wedding. From the few photos that I've seen I'm so confused. It looked a beach wedding but then also very public? Lots of random people and then in one photo there was a whole film crew? Not like wedding videographer but a boom guy and a huge shoulder camera..? Also, do we know where it was? New York? And lastly, did only Till attended? I know it was a rough time for the band and maybe emotions were too high for some to attend but idk. Richard said he proposed after just 3 days so I always thought the wedding followed very soon after.

Hi 👋

I also wasn't really around for this era, since Richard married when I was about 5 years old, but I try my best to gather the information I have 😌

First of all, here's an article about the wedding by the German magazine Bravo including an English translation:

Caron and Richard married on the 29th of October 1999 and indeed had a beach wedding at the Montauk Beach in Long Island, New York. Since Caron is jewish, they had a jewish ceremony performed by a rabbi and Richard composed the music for said ceremony - apparently quite sad music, of which he said he maybe subconsciously foreshadowed some events in his marriage 👀 (mentioned here around the 10 minute mark).

The wedding was somewhat big with about 100 guests in attendance (so I guess the 'random' people you recognised were just guests), and except for Flake, everyone of the band attend with Till being Richard's best man. I think the 'rough time' for the band only started after the wedding, since Richard left New York three days after the ceremony to work on a new Rammstein album which turned out to be the 'Mutter' record. We have to be careful not to make the infamous 'Mutter era' responsible for everything we see in this time period and apparently, everyone was still quite friendly with each other here 😊 I could be totally wrong, but I don't quite think the conflicts where already there/that high as they turned out to be later.

And wedding movies were a thing back then, so maybe that's the reason for the camera man?

Caron and Richard seemingly were introduced to each other in the summer of 1998, other sources state they dated for 9 months before the wedding. Richard took Caron's name and used the double name Kruspe-Bernstein until their divorce was finalised in I think 2005.

Here are some pictures of the ceremony, including the bride and groom, Khira Li and Margaux:

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Hiii, can u make a one shot of having a beach day with powder 🐢?

(Yo! Sorry this took so long but I also was lazy and didn't write a oneshot, just headcannons. This may get a oneshot in the future tho. I also a sorta modern au? Anyways, enjoy!)

Let me get this clear, it's the most fun, chaotic and blood pressure spiking day anyone in this family has ever endured

Vander packed food, Benzo packed essentials, and Silco watched them pack while buying shit for his favorite niece Powder

But Silco forces everyone to wear sunscreen

Powder liked collecting the seashells around

She had like this toy sifter and would go around and sift out the sand to find those little sand bugs and seashells

Vi goes out and collects sea shells for her sister out farther from shore

Powder 10/10 loves the wildlife around there

She finds a crab and throws it at you.

Names it Jeremiah, gives him a mission, and throws him at you

There is no mercy.

She and you dig a hole, a giant one at that

She saw a video online where you cover it with a towel and wait

Your victims were Vi and Ekko

They both just walked over and BOOM

Both their asses down in the ground

Vi was yelling at you guys as she had to lit Ekko out to go get Vander

And you guys dug a MASSIVE hole

A deep one too so much so that Vander laughed so hard when he saw Vi down there

Had to pull her up with Benzos help

Ekko found it funny while Vi did not

Vi chased you both around for the longest time before you both hid from her with Silco

Man's was determined to hide you both, you guys are his favorite

He doesn't hide it either

Powder love, love LOVES making elaborate sand castles

It's a full on job

She forces everyone to participate

It's like a construction site

Forces everyone to have a job

And if anyone breaks a part or messed up, Powder is scary man

Takes her sand castles very seriously

Powder also burries you in the sand

Promises to get you out but doesn't hold up her promise

She finds Jeremiah and leaves him there with you as your stuck in the ground

Vi also picks up Powder and body slams her sister into the big ass waves crashing into them

Powder nearly drowns and has to be saved because she inhaled salt water

A better part of the day is going under water for a minute with goggles on and laying on the sand while looking up through the waves

It's so pretty and she loves it while she can before you both have to go up for air

Powder is that child to be playing mermaids with

She gives the game lore and everything

She finds seaweed and stares at Mylo for a hot minute before she chases after him with it

Mylo hates seaweed with a burnjng passion, the feeling of it is just his major ick

Powder is also one to play chicken fight with you

She's on Vi's shoulders while you are on Claggor's

She loses

And Powder is PETTY asf

She almost drowns you guys with water guns while she forces Vander to be on her side

Vander is just happy to torture his kids

In a fun way tho it's okay sweetie

Also, right when everyone starts to pack up for the day and head home

Vander does a head count and misses three people

You, Powder and Ekko were all missing

Most definitely had an "Oh, shit." Moment

Silco is yelling, Vi is panicking, Benzo is looking for his kid, Claggors is having a panic attack, and Mylo couldn't give two shits

Less kids to annoy him

But he is the one to first point it out

"Found them."

"Where?!" 

Everyone just watched as he points out to sea and looked in horror to see you, Powder and Ekko drifting away on a watermelon floatie

Ekko is waving happily and Powders playing ship captain and you're paddling away with your feet

Que everyone having to run out and swim to go get your asses

Once you gets almost drowned, get scolded, Silco breaks it up

"How dare you yell at them!"

That's him all the time

Is the meme of the dad holding his kid in towels as everyone is just annoyed

But out of everything, it was an amazing day with the people you love most

Vander just needs to now take blood pressure medication

Vi won't let Powder go

Ekkos grounded, but happily

Mylo still couldn't give two shits

Silcos proud

Benzo found it funny

And Claggor is in therapy

You? 

Powder brought Jeremiah back

…run.

[snackugaki-jestsjapesjokes]

blep blah, here have some old ass backrooms doodle content when the topic of "the beach episode" concept came up bluhp blooh brain nyooming but art hand isn't arting

i think what is super cute in modern fandom expression that I've seen is that in terms of making OCs or AUs is that sound seems to have a bigger role now than from what I remember when I was young. which I'm thinking has a lot to do with being able to clip audio easily or being able to make multi-track playlists whenever. y'all out here with reels of your art with voice claims and some of the most thoughtfully and artfully crafted soundtracks-- not even playlists, some of that shit is a straight up soundtrack level be real

89% tempted to try one of those shady "free" video/audio editing programs to make a LoFi chill beats study girl visualizer playlist with my iteration's boys ...

anyway gonna contemplate music headcanons for my iteration under the cut

From Turtle Tracks fan letter section, Archie run, #24

so real quick, my iteration is literally just them chilling, hanging out, being together in their mid 30s- early 40s, and then sometimes flashing back to their child/teen years in the 90s because tl;dr i have miiiiiinor beef my childhood turtles weren't quite as "90s" as they "could have been" (nvm I'm cackling at the milennial pop culture refs in Mutant Mayhem drop kicking me back into my adolescence)

but mehehehehe, keeping that they listened to Public Enemy and The Jungle Brothers

and aside from Top 40 musicians of the time... I feel like being outsiders themselves, having to sneak around to explore and learn about people and what's above the sewers had them eavesdropping into a lot of nighttime venues and getting into the underground and various niche subculture scenes that daytime Top 40 didn't play.

cannot tell me the lights, thumping and noise from bands playing hardcore or house or hosting cyphers or raves didn't attract these curious and funky little green dudes like moths to a flame

... Leo definitely fell in deep with the gregorian chant phase, soothing sounds of nature fads , a big fan of Orbital and he fell into that electronic, house, trance, eurodance rabbit hole right after. he also got into Celtic folk music but when his brothers caught his ass studying Michael Flatley to incorporate Riverdance footwork into his ninjutsu he got teased so mercilessly that he took great care to hide listening to it... which just made his stealth better so joke's on them heehoo

Not to mention they're from New York City, the underground music scene is always bangin' no matter the decade; feel like rap and punk got a lot of tracks on their mix tapes back in the day

Raph getting into the metal scene in his own exploring the city trips, and then progressed to music with that boom bap sound (cuz baby boy needs a way to come down off those high intensity moods idk ijs)

Donnie... just the amalgamation of his brothers, he needs that background noise while he's chewing on schematics and protoype development, he would definitely have been the mixtape maker/recording bootlegger (along with Mikey)

Mikey absolutely tagged along with his brothers sometimes whenever they went to their spots for music, though he himself backflipped into ska 'cuz Mikey is always for the people

my tmnt  iteration (where everyone made it past their 20s, splinter’s alive just old, venus is here, and they deserve some goddamn respite and shenanigans)

tmnt  iteration part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11

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OC Deep Dive

I was tagged by @anamoon63 - thank you so much!

For this one I'll do Eli Reagan

What uncommon/common fear do they have?

He has a form of Thalassophobia. He doesn't fear the water so much as he fears being on the beach. It was while he was on the beach for a family outing that his dad was kidnapped and he associates the beach/ocean with that.

Do they have any pet peeves?

People who think they know everything even when they don't

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

A notebook and pen so that he can jot down ideas for songs, lyrics, music, etc. His phone. A picture of him and Awan together when they were kids.

What do they notice first in a person?

He notices their eyes. The way they look at someone shows whether or not they have good intentions or not.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance?

Physical pain tolerance maybe a 6. Emotional pain maybe a 7. I know there are some who consider him a bit of a wimp so that might be a little hight but he does develop some backbone as he gets older.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

He's more apt to go into flight mode unless cornered then he'll fight but it's not his go to mode.

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

Yes he does. He's the oldest of five kids. He has three younger brothers and a younger sister.

What animal represents them best?

Meerkat because he's quiet, sensitive, empathetic, flexible, loyal and creative.

What is a smell that they dislike?

He dislikes the scent of coconut sunscreen.

Have they broken any bones?

His nose.

How would a stranger likely describe them?

A bit of a wimp.

Are they a night owl or a morning bird?

He's always been more of a morning person than a night owl.

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

He hates apples; especially the sweet red ones. He says they're sweet it's like eating mush. He prefer the tart green apples. He loves sweet tarts.

Do they have any hobbies?

Playing music, piano, guitar and singing.

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises?

He'd be shocked that anyone would go to so much trouble just for his birthday but he'd love it.

Do they like to wear jewelry?

Yes he loves jewlery of all kinds. When he's older he'll spend a fortune on jewlery.

Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

It's more on the messy side. He has so many thoughts and ideas in his head he has to write things down in a hurry.

What are two emotions they feel the most?

Anxious and inspired

Do they have a favorite fabric?

He likes soft fabrics he can easily move in

What kind of accent do they have?

Whatever accent sims from Brindleton Bay have.

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