#roderick strong imagine
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~Stay with Me~
Roderick Strong x OC female!reader
Word Count: 3317
Warnings: 18+, swearing, crawling, daddy kink, spanking, choking, mirror sex, penetration, female orgasm, male orgasm, fingering
Type: Angst, Smut
Summary: They weren’t friends, they weren’t lovers, they weren’t anything, but he wanted to change her mind.
A/n: This is my first smut so if it’s not good I’m sorry!
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“Hey Bria,” Adam Cole, one of my best friends, called from the entrance to our hotel. Stopping in my tracks, I turned to see him running to catch up to me.
“Hey Adam!” I smiled brightly, letting go of the handle to my suitcase so that I could give him a hug.
“Are you exhausted from the show tonight, or is that just me?” He laughed, and we began walking towards the front desk together.
“Oh, I’m exhausted alright. I can’t wait to crash in my bed tonight.” I chuckle, and stop only inches away from the desk. “Go ahead and go first.”
“Thank you!” Adam smiled at me, before shifting his attention over to the receptionist.
While Adam was checking in, I decided to pull out my phone and open twitter. Mostly, I was just curious to see what fans thought of tonight’s show, and to see what they were thinking of the upcoming Double or Nothing event. From the few posts that I got to look at, the fans seemed to be pleased with how things were going, and a good buzz was going around about the Elite and Blackpool Combat Club’s match.
“See anything about me there?” A voice came from behind me, causing me to drop my phone from being startled.
“Woah there, you okay Bria?” Adam asked as he turned to spot me with my hand on my chest.
“Yeah, I’m all good Adam, just got spooked is all.” I sighed, finally catching my breath. Quickly, I bent down to grab my phone off the ground, and heard a low whistle behind me.
“Well, isn’t that a sight to see.” Roderick Strong, the same person responsible for scaring me, spoke again, causing me to roll your eyes.
“Oh, shove it Roderick.” I groaned, and stood back up with ease. Once I was back up, I reached and placed a hand on the suitcase I brought with, tilting it so that it could roll as I stepped forward. When I reached the front desk, you gave the lady working my name, and she frowned slightly.
“I’m sorry ma’am, but there seems to be a mistake here,” She shook her head before glancing over at me. “Someone rebooked your room for someone else’s.”
“What? You’re joking, right? Please tell me you’re joking.” I pleaded, because if this were just some cruel joke, it’d be better than reality.
“I wish I could. I’m terribly sorry about this.” She frowned more.
“Are there any other rooms available?” I sighed, squeezing the handle I was holding just a little tighter.
“Unfortunately, there’s no more rooms.” She spoke softly, bowing her head.
“Bria, you can stay with me.” That damn voice again.
“No, absolutely not Roderick.” I spoke, turning around to face him. “You couldn’t convince me to stay with you even if you paid me.” Shooting daggers at him, he raised his hands in surrender.
“Look, you need a place to stay, and I got a room. I’m just trying to be nice here.” He smiled, not a cocky one, just a simple smile.
“Fine,” I sighed again, shaking my head at the idea of sleeping in the same room as Roderick. “But you better be on your best damn behavior.”
A smile still laid on his face as he nodded, agreeing to my condition, and I stepped out of the way for him to check us in. When he finished speaking to the woman, she apologized to me again, and I told her that it was alright. I didn’t want this poor woman to be upset over this, because it wasn’t her fault someone else rebooked the room. Without a word, I followed Roderick towards the elevator, and we rode it to the fourth floor in silence. Once we stepped off the elevator, Roderick looked at me before speaking.
“If you want the first shower that’s fine, I can order dinner in the meantime.” I nodded at this, because a hot shower and meal sounded amazing right about now.
“Anything in particular you want to eat?” I questioned, and his face shifted as if he was going into serious thought.
“Well, since there isn’t really much open this late, how about pizza?” He asked.
“That sounds amazing.” I smile, my mouth watering at the thought of it.
He nodded, and stopped once we reached the door to the hotel room, and slid the card inside of the slot. Once the little light switched to green, Roderick turned the handle, and he opened the door for us to enter.
“Alright, I’m going to head to the bathroom,” I stated, stepping towards the bed closest to the window. “Roderick, thanks for doing this.”
“It’s no problem, seriously. I’d feel bad if I left you out in the lobby, trying to find someone to stay with when I was right there.” He spoke before tossing his suitcase on the bed.
I did the same with mine, and began to unzip it so I could grab out some pajamas to sleep in. Finding ones that felt sustainable, I shut the top of my suitcase, and turned to walk towards the bathroom. Reaching one arm in, I felt around the wall until I found the light switch, and flicked it up. A bright white light filled the room, lighting up a gorgeous bathroom, with a full body mirror that looked like it cost hundreds of dollars. Before I stepped into the bathroom, I took one last glance at Roderick, and spotted him digging through his suitcase. With that, I took a few steps forward and shut the door. Placing my clothes on the countertop, I reached for the bottom of my shirt, pulling it over the top of my head, and unclipped my bra. From there, I removed the short’s I’d been wearing along with my underwear, and I stepped toward the shower. Quickly, I turned the water on, and stepped inside, feeling the pressure hit my back.
After I was done, I wrapped myself in one of the hotel towels, and stepped towards my clothes.
Once I was finished, I stepped out of the bathroom, and made my way over to my bed. As I was going to lift the lid of my suitcase, there was a knock on the hotel door. Roderick grabbed his wallet from his nightstand before going to the door, and grabbing our dinner.
“Hope you’re hungry.” He laughed as he saw my mouth open when I spotted the pizza box in his hands.
“You know I am. Now hush and give it to me.” I spoke, dropping my things on my bed.
“Not until you answer something for me.” He tsked before raising the pizza above his head.
“Roderick I swear to god now is not the time for this.” I huffed, jumping up and reaching for the pizza. To no one’s surprise, I failed. “Fine, what do you want to know?”
“Why do you hate me?” His tone dropped, now low and filled with pain.
“I.. I can’t answer that. I’m sorry, I’ll find somewhere else to stay.” I spoke quickly, rushing across the room to grab my clothes and pack them up.
“Don’t go, please Bria. I’m sorry for asking, we can just eat and crash. Just, don’t go, please.” The way he said the words hurt, because I knew that he just wanted an answer. I nodded, but not saying anything else to him.
Roderick set the pizza box down on the dresser, and opened it up. Inside sat a large supreme pizza, and my stomach growled at the sight of it. Rushing over to the food, I grabbed a slice, not even waiting for him to do the same.
“Oh my god,” I moaned, mouth filled with pizza. “It’s so good.” This caused Roderick to laugh at me, but I didn’t even care, I just wanted more pizza.
As we ate, we discussed some of the upcoming things at work, and he also told me about his time with Cole in WWE. It was obvious by the way he spoke that he had a lot of good memories with WWE, but that he was definitely happy to start a new chapter in AEW. I listened to his stories as I continued to stuff my face, and he’d laugh at the way I was reacting to the pizza.
“Hey, don’t laugh at me. This pizza is so much better than catering food, okay?” I giggled, and took my last bite.
“What are you gonna do now that your slices are gone?” He laughed some more, and I squinted my eyes, glaring at him.
“Steal yours.” I smiled brightly. Roderick only shook his head and laughed.
“Mine are gone too.” I pouted, and stood up from my bed. Moving my suitcase down to underneath my bed, I sat back down and stretched. Using my soon bit of time alone, I decided to scroll through my social media, and head to bed.
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The groaning noise that came from the bed next to me startled me awake. At first, I had no clue what it was, thinking maybe that Roderick was just shifting, but when I heard it another time, I knew something was up. The only thing I knew for certain was that it came from Roderick, as I could see his body moving around.
“Roderick, are you awake?” I questioned, but was left without an answer. “Roderick?” I tried again, but to no luck.
With a sigh, I peeled the sheet from my body, and climbed out of bed. Walking over to Roderick, I shook him slightly, before he mumbled something in his sleep.
“Roderick, you need to wake up.” I shook him again, hoping to get him to open his eyes.
“Fuck Bria,” he panted. “Right there.”
I took a step back instantly, and took a deep breath. Reaching over, I flicked on the lights, and stepped towards Roderick again. As I placed my hand on his body, getting ready to shake him, he jumped, and opened his eyes. His mouth was open in a pant, and his eyes were no longer their usual shade of brown. Instead, they were far darker, and filled with something else.
“Bria, what are you doing up?” He questioned, catching his breath.
“You were having a dream and it woke me up.” I started to turn around as I spoke.
“Wait, you actually came over to wake me up, because I was dreaming?” This caused him to sit up, and I spotted his shirtless chest. I swallowed deeply, and closed my thighs as much as possible.
“Yeah, I didn’t want you trapped in a bad dream. I’d feel shitty.” I replied, trying to step back toward my bed, but the wetness in my shorts was preventing me from moving.
“But with how you’re clenching your thighs, I’m guessing you know it wasn’t just a bad dream.” He sighed. I nodded, not even daring to look him in the eye.
In a second, Roderick peeled his sheet off, and stood, making his way over to me. He placed a finger under my chin, lifting my head so I was face to face with him. His hooded eyes stared into mine, and I gulped.
“Tell me I shouldn’t kiss you right now.” He whispered, finally breaking the silence between us.
“I can’t,” I whispered back. “I can’t tell you that.”
“Will you let me, if I were to?” The question hung in the air for a second before I nodded.
With that, Roderick bent down and placed a feverish kiss on my lips. He bit my lower lip, causing me to gasp, and stuck his tongue in my mouth, causing me to moan. When he pulled away, I whimpered at the loss of contact, which only made him smirk.
“Right here, right now, tell me you hate me and I’ll stop. I’ll go back to bed, or even crash with someone else, but you have to tell me you hate me Bria.” He spoke, still holding my chin up with his finger. I was trapped, nowhere to go.
“I don’t, Roderick. There is not a fucking ounce of me that hates you.” He smirked again, like a cocky bastard.
“Good, because I really want to fuck you right now.” He spoke before frantically kissing me again. His lips were soft against mine, and I moaned at the feeling. Roderick slid his finger down from my chin to my throat, and wrapped his other fingers around it, causing me to gasp.
“You like that little lamb? You like the feeling of my hand around your throat?” He asked, squeezing my throat when he mentioned it.
“Yes, fuck yes.” I whined.
“Good girl.” He stated, before placing one last kiss to my lips. “You know, you’ve been acting like a brat to me for a few weeks now. I think you should be punished for that.” He stated, before stepping back to sit on his bed. “Crawl to me.”
I do as he says, dropping to my hands and knees, and crawling to him. His eyes stay focused on me as he watches me come to a stop in between his legs.
“Good lamb, look at how well you listen.” He praises, and I whimper. “Does my little lamb like being praised?”
“Yes.” I whisper.
“Yes, what little lamb?” He questions.
“Yes daddy.” I answer.
“Good girl, now come sit on daddy’s lap.” He commands, and I obey.
“Now tell me little lamb, are you okay with all this?” A softer tone was laced in his voice, and I knew that it was Roderick making sure he wasn’t going too far.
“Yes daddy, I’m okay with this. Please use my body for your pleasure.” I moaned as he traced from my throat down to my chest with his fingers.
“Fuck, baby, you have no idea what hearing you did to me. Get on your hands and knees, but don’t get off my lap. Daddy has to punish you for being a brat first.” He ordered. I listened, settling into the position he wanted me in. “Count for me lamb. Ten smacks per cheek.”
I counted, moaning at the pleasure in between. The way I faced gave me the perfect angle to see everything in the bathroom mirror.
“What number was that little lamb?” Roderick asked.
“20, daddy. It was 20.” I replied, a panting and whimpering mess.
“Good girl, my lamb. I saw you watching this in the mirror, is that where you want me to fuck you little lamb?” I moaned at his words, giving him the answer he needed. “Get up and strip for me lamb.”
I did as he said, starting with my shirt. Lifting it over my head, Rodericks eyes went straight to my chest. From there, I moved to my shorts, slowly lowering them down my legs.
“No panties? You’re such a naughty slut aren’t you baby?” I nodded. “Use your words lamb.”
“Yes daddy, I’m a naughty slut.” I replied.
“Go stand in front of the mirror, little lamb.” I did as he said, walking towards the bathroom and turning on the light. When my attention turned back to the mirror, I saw Roderick walking towards me, completely naked. His cock was impressive, with its length and width.
“Can daddy play with your pussy?” He questioned as he began to place kisses on my neck.
“Please play with it daddy.” I moaned, and he started to run one hand down my body, inching it closer to my core. He slowly slid his hand down farther, until finally his fingers reached my bundle of nerves, and he began to rub circles on it.
“Does that feel good, lamb?” He whispered in my ear.
“Yes.” I gasp, laying my head back on his shoulder. I moan, as he slides two of his fingers down, and slide them inside my entrance.
“How about that?” Another question.
“Feels so good daddy.” I pant.
Roderick fingers me at a painfully slow pace, his fingers sliding in and out of my pussy with ease. When he removed his fingers, I whimpered from the lack of contact, causing him to chuckle.
“Don’t worry little lamb, my cock is going there next.” He says, before sliding his fingers in his mouth, cleaning them of my wetness. I could come from that sight alone.
From there, Roderick grabs ahold of his cock, and teases my folds with it. Then he bends me down by pushing me closer to the sink, and slides his cock into my tight hole.
“Fuck, little lamb, you take my cock so well. Watch yourself lamb, watch how you look while daddy fucks your little pussy.” He groans, and begins to thrust, not giving me time to adjust to his size.
I moan, as he begins to thrust harder. My body begins to rock from how fast and hard he’s fucking me, but the pleasure feels to good. The way he slides out to only his tip in me, and slams back in makes me scream.
“Yeah, that’s it baby, scream my name.” Roderick pants, his thrust rough.
“Fuck, daddy, you feel so good in me. Please don’t stop daddy.” I moan, my hands gripping the counter so hard that my fingers were turning white.
“You’re clenching around me lamb, do you want to come?” He groans in between his words.
“Yes, please daddy. I need to come.” I cry out as he begins to fuck me faster. His cock slides in and out of me with ease, and he’s holding onto my hips as he fucks me.
“Come for me baby, make a mess all over my cock.” He says, and I cry out as my body lets go. My pussy clenches on his cock, and I can hear him groan behind me. I know he’s close when his thrusts start to become sloppier.
“Daddy, please come in my pussy. Fill me with your cum please.” I beg, looking at him in the mirror. The whole scene in front of us is entirely erotic, him fucking me from behind while I watch him.
“Fuck, yes I’m coming lamb.” He roars out, and I can feel his hot ropes of seed filling me. He thrusts slowly now, working down from his climax, and when he’s caught his breath, he pulls out. Reaching to the drawer to my right, Roderick pulls out a washcloth, and is about to turn on the sink when I stop him.
“I like the idea of your cum dripping out of me.” I say, still panting.
“Fuck, you are so hot lamb.” He sighs, placing a gentle kiss to my forehead. I smile at his words.
“Roderick?” I ask, as I brace myself to stand.
“Yeah, Bria?” He questions, stepping back to give me space.
“I didn’t want you to think I hate you. The truth is, I’ve been wanting to do this for a while, but I thought you didn’t want me.” I bow my head.
“Look at me little lamb.” I listen, lifting my head to meet his gaze. “I’ve wanted you since I walked into the door for the first time at AEW.” He smiled. “Come sleep with me, and we can talk about what we are in the morning.”
“Actually, I know what I want to be, if you know what you want to be.” I smile, stepping towards him, so I can place my hands on his chest.
“I want to be your boyfriend, Bria. Not just a hookup.” He sighs when I place a kiss on his chest.
“I don’t want you to just be a hookup. I want to be your girlfriend, if you’ll let me Roderick.” He nods, and kisses me.
“Come on, let's go to sleep.” He whispers.
For someone I wasn’t even friends with yesterday, I’m glad that Roderick took me in for a night.
#~my story :) ~#aew imagine#roderick strong#roderick strong smut#roderick strong imagine#roderick strong x reader
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Is he in public looking like this
#aew#roderick strong#he’s living the gimmick brother#is he on a plane#imagine getting on a plane and seeing this
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Don't mind me. Just thinking about.....stuff. 👀👀👀👀👀👀🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵😍😍😍😍
Summary: The reader finds herself being pursued by an aggressive Trick and Carmelo. But thankfully for her. Julius Creed drinks his respect women juice.
It's a crisp Tuesday night in Florida where NXT is taping its latest episode. You're sat backstage waiting for your match against Indi Hartwell, looking at your phone while you wait.
"Y/N, damn girl, I am loving the new ring gear." Carmelo Hayes interrupts your peaceful scrolling with Trick at his side.
"Melo." You glance up from your phone screen, a dry expression plastered on your face. "Don't you have anything better to do than hit on me?" You ask him with a raised brow.
Carmelo chuckles at your dry response. He's always loved that you never hesitate to speak your mind. "Nope. I am all yours tonight, gorgeous." He grins at you. "So why don't you go ahead and swing by the locker room later, huh? I promise that the Trick and Melo experience is unforgettable, baby."
You roll your eyes and set your phone aside so the playboy and his buddy have your full attention. But before you can chew Melo out and tell him to hit the road, Julius and Brutus Creed come around the corner.
"Hey! Get lost, idiots." Julius shouts at Melo as he stomps over to your side.
"Yeah!" Brutus adds from his brother's side. "Leave Y/N, alone!" He barks at Trick.
Carmelo laughs as Julius walks up to him and gets in his face. "What's it to you losers who shorty is hanging with?" He stares Julius down. "Last time I checked you ain't her damn boyfriend, Creed."
"It doesn't matter," Julius replies firmly. "Girlfriend or no girlfriend, you should still show the lady some respect when you talk to her." He snaps at Carmelo.
Melo chuckles again and pushes his way past Julius. "Whatever man." He scoffs. "Y/N, I'll be seeing you around, baby." He glances back at you with a wink before he and Trick walk off.
Julius turns and watches Carmelo and Trick saunter away before he turns back to you with a sympathetic smile.
"Hey, sorry about that, Y/N." He scratches the back of his neck. "I can't believe that you let him talk to you like that." He shakes his head.
"Well, I was going to chew him out." You giggle. "But you kind of beat me to it." You remind him. "Thank you, by the way. That was sweet of you."
"Aw, it was nothing," Julius replies sheepishly. "You might not be in Diamond Mine anymore, but you're still cool with us."
You nod with a small smile, a pang of guilt hitting you at the mention of your brother's impromptu faction.
"Yeah, how is Roddy, by the way?" You ask Julius curiously.
"He's alright." Julius shrugs. "You know how he is."
You nod again, the awkwardness in the room starting to grow by the second. "Well, I better get out to the ring." You cough. "Thanks again, Julius. And you too, Brutus. Take care, guys." You offer the brothers a small wave before you retreat to the ring.
When Roderick first told you that he was building his own faction after Undisputed Era's breakup, you resented him for it. How could your brother just move on from Undisputed Era like that? With seemingly no remorse or regret?
You eventually did forgive Roderick for moving on so quickly. He is your brother after all. But you declined when he asked you to join Diamond Mine. You still work out and see them once in a while. But you're on your own when it comes to working.
You get your match against Indi over pretty quickly and head backstage again. You head up the ramp and reach for the curtain when Carmelo steps out from behind it. Trick steps out behind him and both of them grin at you with sinister smiles.
"Y/N, funny running into you again, baby." Carmelo chuckles and herds you back down the ramp.
"Really, Carmelo?" You scoff as you walk backward. "I knew that you and Trick trolled for hot chicks all the time. But this is ridiculous."
Carmelo chuckles and herds you back down to the ring. "What can I say?" He shrugs. "The A champion always gets what he wants."
You get herded into the ring and start weighing your options for escape. Outsmarting and getting away from one of them would be a breeze. But there are two of them, so things are a bit more complicated.
You weigh whether or not you could make it past Trick and get to the commentary table before one of them grabbed you. You know that Vic and Wade will be nice enough to shield you. Or at least Vic would be kind enough to buy you some time.
Just when all seems lost, you spot movement at the top of the ramp. "Oh, thank god." You sigh in relief when Julius and Brutus come sprinting down the ramp with Roderick.
Roderick and Brutus take care of Trick and Carmelo while Julius gets you out of the ring and back up the ramp. He ushers you backstage before he finally lets your arm go.
"Whew, that was a close one." You joke to hide your initial fear.
"Are you alright, Y/N?" Julius asks you. "Man, those two just don't know when to quit do they?" He shakes his head.
You nod in agreement as Roderick and Brutus come through the curtain. "Y/N, you okay? How come you didn't tell me that Melo and Trick were bothering you? I had to hear about it from Julius." He asks you.
"You told my brother?" You turn to Julius.
"Yeah...I'm sorry, Y/N." Julius nods sheepishly. "But after earlier tonight, I was worried about you." He admits. "I know how sneaky Trick and Carmelo can be."
You let out a small sigh and shake your head. "No, it's okay." You assure him. "Thank you for being worried about me, Julius."
You step forward and hug Julius as tight as you can. He smiles at himself and hugs you back. "So does this mean that you'll join Diamond Mine finally?" He asks you. "Just so I can make sure Trick and Melo leave you alone for good?" He asks you.
"Yeah, I'd like that." You giggle. "I guess you can count me in after Afterall, Roddy." You flash your brother a smile.
"Mhm, whatever gets Julius to stop fawning over you." Roderick replies, "Good to have you back, sis."
#nxt uk#nxt 2.0#nxt#wwe nxt#wweedit#wwe x reader#wwe imagine#wwe fandom#wwe fanfiction#diamond mine#julius creed#brutus creed#roderick strong
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This is a little Roderick Strong treat that I wrote for myself as a reward for my current WIP that features him as a character that no one ever kisses. #neckhealthawareness
Roderick Strong/Female Reader
absolute smut & filth, 18+, bdsm, oral (female receiving)
Roddy always pushed you to go just a little further than you thought you could. When you started dating, he encouraged you to go back to school and finish your degree. He helped you study every week, even when he was traveling. You started training with him as a way to spend time together and his enthusiasm was so infectious, he always got you to try something you'd never done before. You always felt happier, healthier, almost glowing when you were leaving the gym. He was the most effusive when he could see how hard you were working. Pride was the easiest thing for him to communicate, more than vulnerability or affection, which came harder to him. Expressing them was like passing a kidney stone: it was sometimes necessary, but it could be very painful, and he was glad when it was over.
You were grateful for the dynamic, though. He made you feel like you became a little bit of a better person every time he challenged you to do more. You saw all the things he had accomplished for himself, how far he'd come in life personally and professionally, and it made you believe more was possible.
But it wasn't always that wholesome.
He pushed you in other ways, too.
You were tied to the bed frame. It was 2:00 o'clock in the afternoon. Roderick had a flight at 6:00 that night. He'd be gone for four days before you'd see him again and he was determined to leave you with some things to remember him by for that time. He was still wearing his track suit pants and a faded Undisputed Era t-shirt. You were completely naked. You weren't sure how long ago you had started, but you were already sweating, shivering slightly every time you felt the cool air of the room pass over the moisture on your skin. He'd started with a small vibrator, laying on his side pressed against you while he used it on you, nuzzling your neck and whispering filth in your ear. Every time you arched your back off the mattress, he would remove the toy and slap your mound gently, keeping his hand flat and holding pressure there. Then he grabbed your face with his other hand, holding your eye contact as he asked "Are you going to behave if I continue?"
Breathing labored, you nodded. You wanted to beg, but you knew it wouldn't get you anywhere. Right now, you were his plaything. He had focused all of his energy on making you come and marking you as his. He wasn't taking requests.
After you climaxed the first time from the vibrator, he quickly tossed the toy to the side while you were still convulsing and immediately slid on his stomach to lay with his face between your legs. Before you had finished your first orgasm, he was already on you with lips, tongue, and (gentle) teeth. He held your hips down with both hands, his arms looped under your legs on either side while he worked. You cursed aloud, you could barely see through the fireworks going off behind your eyes as you felt him getting you closer and closer. Then you were coming again.
He eased you through it and as you lay panting, trying to regain your senses, he bit down hard on your left hip, kissed where he had left his teeth marks, then slapped your inner thigh. "You're being such a good girl for me today," he told you, rubbing the sensitive skin that he'd just stung with the same hand. He moved to lay next to you again, draping one arm across your stomach, supporting his head with his other arm. He kissed your cheek and smiled. Eye to eye again, you could see his kiss curl was stuck to his forehead. You loved his hair, his beard. He looked so handsome. There was still a heat lying coiled in your core like a snake waiting to pounce. He leaned in and kissed your lips this time, slowly, gently. No taking, all give. You collapsed in on yourself emotionally as you felt his mouth open into yours. Goosebumps crawled up your arms, which were starting to tremble from being secured above your head.
Roderick noticed you shivering and kissed your bicep. "You okay to keep going baby? I had a lot more planned if you can handle it."
Without hesitating, you nodded. You could feel the fatigue in some of your muscles just starting to set in, but you wanted to push through to the other side and find what other sensations waited for you there. Looking into Roderick's eyes always made you feel that way, like an explorer on the verge of some new discovery. You wanted him to be your guide. "Please," you said softly. "Don't stop."
He grinned at you, laying his hand on your cheek and giving you another quick kiss. "That's my girl," he said as he stood up and moved to the dresser. He opened the top drawer and pulled out the small flogger with white leather fronds he'd bought you for Valentine's Day the previous year. He walked back to the bed and held the flogger above you, trailing the tips of the strips of leather from your toes up your shin, over your knee, your thigh, your stomach, and between your breasts. "Are you ready?" You nodded. "Can you count for me, baby?"
"Yes, sir." You'd never say it but you loved catching his expression shift for just a second whenever you called him sir. He couldn't help himself, you knew it turned him on. He moved the flogger back to your thighs and let the fronds pool there to show where he was about to use it. In one swift movement, he pulled his arm back and whipped you. "One," you counted aloud. "Two. Three. Four. Five." You couldn't help but hesitate before counting the sixth, a mark was already starting to form on your thigh and you could feel the sting deepening. You were trying to collect yourself, but before you could get the digit out, Roderick whipped you again.
"Why did you stop counting?"
"I'm sorry, I-"
"I didn't ask for an apology, I asked you why."
"The whip-"
Before you could finish your thought, he whipped you again. "Eight."
"Eight," you repeated.
"I'm going to start again," he told you, running the leather strips through his fingers as he stared down at you. You could see he was half hard by the lump forming behind the slick black fabric of his pants. "And I'm not going to stop until we get to ten without stopping. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
He whipped your other leg, a bit gentler. "Yes, what?"
"Yes, sir." You bit your lip at the flutter of his eyelids.
"One. Two. Three. Four. Five." He paused a bit longer here. You could tell the spot on your leg would be purple by the time you went to bed that night. Just as you were starting to picture the bruise, he struck again. You pulled your knees together, straining against the rope around your ankles. "Six. Seven. Eight."
He leaned down and kissed the knee of the leg he was abusing. "You're being so good for me, baby. Just a couple more."
You relaxed your legs. Another exaggerated pause, and then, "Nine." You whimpered. He trailed the ends of the fronds over your mound and whipped you a final time. "Ten."
He put down the flogger on the bedside table and moved to the foot of the bed. Moving deftly, he untied both your ankles and moved to sit on his haunches between your legs. Your ankles were burning slightly from the pressure of the knots being released, but the sensation barely registered compared to the searing heat on your thigh. Roderick ran his palms along that leg, massaging your calf tenderly and holding it as he leaned down and kissed the mark he had created. "What a good little slut you're being today."
You sighed at the words, they landed on your mind as sharp and pleasureful as the feeling of a whip on your skin. "Thank you, sir."
"Tell me," Roderick said, putting your leg down. He was still kneeling between your legs, which were bent with your feet lying flat on the covers atop the mattress. "Who does this belong to?" He pressed his palm against your heat. Even without crossing the folds, you could both feel how wet you were.
You whimpered. "You, Daddy."
"It's mine?"
You nodded. "All yours." Your arms were trembling again.
He moved both his hands to lean over you, supporting his weight with one arm and sticking three fingers in your mouth with the other. "And whose mouth is this?"
With your mouthful, you garbled, "It's yours."
He moved his fingers in deeper, choking you for a second before he pulled them back out. Still holding your gaze, he moved his wet hand between you and slid his fingers along your slit, caressing your inner folds until the pad of his pointer finger found your clit. He circled it once, twice, three times, studying your expression as he moved. Your face was flush, your eyes rolling and lids fluttering. "Is this my clit?" He whispered, lips almost touching yours.
"Yes, Daddy."
"Tell me it's mine," he ordered, slipping his first two fingers inside you. "Look at me and tell me."
You had to strain to keep your eyes open as he started to fuck you with his fingers. "All my holes belong to you. It's yours. Fuck!" You couldn't help but cry out as he added a third finger and quickened his pace.
"That's right. Good girl," he was practically growling. It didn't take long for you to come a third time, this one with his fingers still inside you. He relaxed and let his weight rest on top of you as he pressed his face into your neck and bit down, sucking just hard enough to leave a medium hickey. "You made a mess of me," he said, lifting his head to glance down at both your bodies. "I'm going to have to change before I go to the airport."
"I'm sorry, sir," you whispered. You were shaking like a leaf now.
Roderick stood up and took off his pants. You could tell he was fully erect as he stood over you in just his white briefs and t-shirt. "I'm going to untie you now," he said as he peeled the shirt off and tossed it on the floor in a pile. "But we're not done. Do you promise to be good?"
You licked your lips and nodded. "Yes, sir."
"Good girl." Still standing, he untied both your wrists. You let your arms fall onto the pillow but you didn't move them. Without another word, Roderick put an arm around your middle and flipped you like a pancake so you were laying on your stomach. You let out an involuntary short shriek, but stayed still. "Can you get on all fours for me, baby?"
You weren't sure your arms would hold you, but you followed his instructions. It took effort, but you were able to hold yourself up.
"Good girl." You heard him step out of his underwear before he got on the bed on his knees behind you. He spit in his palm and worked it over his shaft before pressing his tip against you and sliding it up and down your slit. "Are you ready? I promise I'm not going to go easy."
"Yes, sir."
Suddenly, he spanked your ass with his hand. Hard. The sound filled the room. You couldn't help but yelp. "Again."
"Yes, sir," you said again, louder this time, and having to try considerably harder not to moan and beg for him to fuck you.
He entered you to the hilt and held still for a moment to spank you again, harder than the first, in the same spot. "Good girl." He started fucking you, not taking his time. You could tell that he'd been having to work hard to restrain himself this whole time, his pace was frenzied, desperate, intense.
You weren't sure how much more you could take. Your vision was starting to blur. "Roddy, fuck, please," you cried out, your arms collapsing underneath you. He fell against your back, pressing your head down into the pillow as he kept fucking you.
"Come for me," he growled against your ear, "I want you to come."
The heat returned, blazing through your whole body at his words. Your toes curled and you came around his cock. He kept fucking you, moaning at the sensation of you tensing up on him, then you felt him start to shake and he finished inside you with one final push. You both fell flat on the bed, his body weight fully pressing you down into the mattress. He planted kisses all over your shoulders and the back of your neck, both of you panting hard. You could feel the sweat from both of your bodies mingling.
"You're incredible," he said, stroking the back of your head softly before kissing you where his hand had just been and then standing up. "I don't know how you do it."
You flipped over on the bed to look up at him. He was still naked, sweating, red, and grinning. "I could say the same to you," you smiled at him.
"I wish I didn't have to leave," he said sheepishly. "I want to fuck you silly right now."
You laughed and sat up, swinging your legs over the side of the bed. "Let's take a shower and get you cleaned up, then I'll drive you to the airport."
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Yandere!Undisputed Era: Bittersweet Reunion
author’s note: this is part two so please read part one. anyway, i’m sorry for taking a really long time to upload this part. i didn’t have any creative juices flowing so i struggled writing something but here in NZ, nearly 1AM, i decided to write whatever i thought of and came up with this!
i allowed my fingers to type away and it transformed into this which... ngl, i’m pretty proud of and i have to thank you all for being so patient with me and my creative blocks, the sappy quotes i read on pinterest and the music i listened to while writing this.
anyways, please enjoy and hope you’re all keeping safe! this is part two, please read part one before reading this~!
pov: you escaped despite using drastic measures but… that doesn’t mean it’ll last forever.
warning: this story contains strong use of violence and cursing. if you feel uncomfortable with themes of stalkers/stalking, violence, obsession, yandere aus, manipulation, torture etc or mentions of blood, killing, death, torture, kidnapping, suicide or anything similar please DO NOT read this story!
this story does NOT depict the true personas/characteristics of Adam Cole, Kyle O’Reilly, Roderick Strong and Bobby Fish. this story is 100% a work of fiction and any similarities discovered is a PURE COINCIDENCE. this story is meant for entertainment purposes only. if you feel unsure about anything written in this story, please PM me.
Previously...
The locker room was clear… maybe you were really hallucinating. You sighed, relieved but that feeling diminished when a taunting voice interrupted your thoughts.
“Hello Y/N, sweetheart.”
Now Continuing...
Your body froze. It couldn’t be... that’s impossible, right?! RIGHT?!?
Doing a slow pivot, you were face-to-face with “your fans”. But, you knew it was them under all that merch - you’d recognized those devious grins anywhere. Those cheshire cat grins, brainstorming all the torture they’d inflict on you for 10 years worth of lies. Eyes raking in the body they all desperately missed.
“Hello Y/N, long time no see huh?” Kyle says, approaching me. You refused to let them intimidate you and repressed the tears, taking deep breaths to calm yourself down before glaring back with cold eyes.
You spent your whole life afraid of them, allowing them to use their power to torment you. Well, not anymore.
Kyle caressed your cheek, savoring the feeling he missed. You clenched your fist, fighting back a reaction. No! You weren’t going to give them the satisfaction. Your reaction did surprise them but it only amused them even more - they were going to break you. Like they usually did.
His hand trailed down your face to your chest, admiring how your top hugged your breast - keeping them secure while also emphasizing them. Knowing how special Wrestlemania was, you got this outfit custom-made and it was different from what you’ve ever worn.
“Ten years...” Kyle muses. “Ten years of us believing you died. Ten years of us mourning over you. Ten years, Y/N. Ten fucking years.” he says, holding back his anger as tears glossed his eyes.
Awww, did they suffer? How terrible.
You couldn’t help but relish in their pain. Watching them talk about how much they suffered during these ten years - that’s right you fuckers, it doesn’t feel nice. “But...” Roderick says and without knowing, your breath hitched. The question which you’ve desperately craved an answer for was finally going to be answered.
How did they find out?
A million possibilities raced through your mind. Did someone snitch? Did they see you on TV by a pure coincidence? Did they force it out of someone? Did they see a post of you on social media? A media article? A billboard advertising a WWE PPV? The UUDD Youtube channel? WHAT?!?
Roderick walks closer, his grin growing wider with every step. “But... imagine our surprise when we saw you in Los Angeles. Out in public.” you freeze, stunned by his words. They ran into you by accident in public and you didn’t even see them?
“Of course, we thought we were hallucinating but Bobby pointed out a distinct detail that immediately identified to us that it was you.” Roderick grabs your wrist and points to the tattoo you got honoring your friendship with them back before you found out about their ‘yandere’ side.
You immediately curse your past self. It takes everything to not give them a reaction - gritting your teeth and clenching your fist so hard they turn white. They could tell that you were trying so hard to not break and it amused them. You were always a stubborn one - a little firecracker, which they enjoyed.
“That’s when we decided to do some investigating... to confirm this theory. So... we ‘interviewed’ some people and gathered data.” Bobby reveals a file, brimming with the so-called data. Inside it contained everything from ten years ago... some data going back even further.
The data gathered showed your well-thought-out plan. Every detail was covered. Every possible situation had back-up plans of back-up plans. It amused them how much work you put into this. You were always a smart one, thinking before doing something. That mixed with your firecracker personality made you interesting... different from others.
“And that’s how we found out. How we found out you lied to us. Used our biggest fear against us.” he states, gripping the file so hard it was scrunching in his hand. You could only imagine how they felt during that discovery. The anger, hurt, sadness and probable joy they felt.
You couldn’t believe it. They were playing the victim as if they never did these things to you. Like they didn’t create scars you’d never heal from. The reason you couldn’t trust men anymore or be left alone. The reason you’re still experiencing trauma despite receiving help. The sole reason your life was complete hell for over ten years.
Adam shakes his head, “So... with some help, we found out your schedule and made plans accordingly. Of course, you were smart enough to have us banned from all WWE events so we had to be careful.” he says, gesturing to the disguises they donned.
He steps forward, gripping your face and harshly squishing your cheeks. “We found you. All this work you put into avoiding us may have worked temporarily but in the end, you were the one who screwed yourself over.” he grins mockingly.
“You have no one to blame but yourself, sweetheart.” he declares.
You wanted to cry because no matter how much you wanted to deny it... he was right. If you never got that tattoo, you would have never been caught. If you never went out because you were bored and stayed inside your hotel room, playing video games on your Switch, they would have never spotted you.
And you would still be a free woman. And your match at Wrestlemania would have gone much better.
Using your strength, you pushed them back. “You act like you’re the victims. Like you haven’t been the sole reason I hated my life. Like you weren’t the ones who created scars I will never heal from - no matter how much therapy I receive. The trauma I’ll never recover from, the nightmares I have and the reason I have severe trust issues.” you exploded.
Over ten years of pent-up anger finally being released. “You are the reason I lost my self-confidence. The affirmation I am pretty and worthy - destroyed and irreparable. I lost everything because of you and your greedy desires. You will forever haunt my life and the worst thing is.... there’s nothing I can do about it. So yeah! Watching you suffer like I did feels fan-fucking-tastic! Hearing you be in pain is music to my damn ears! The tears that roll down your faces as you think about the pain gives me satisfaction. I’m happy I’m the cause of your pain because now you know what it feels like to feel so low... you don’t even want to be alive. So, I hope you enjoy it cause it ain’t ending anytime soon!”
The words fall from your mouth. You don’t even register half the things you’ve spewed out. It’s only till Roderick throws you against the wall, eyes full of rage and their grip on you dangerously tight - do you come back to reality. They look ready to torture so bad... you might just die for real.
“Looks like someone needs to be taught who’s boss, isn’t that right boys?” Kyle says, earning hums from the others. I squeeze my eyes shut, fighting back the tears ready to betray me. Mustering up all my energy and strength, I knee Roderick hard in his area and he lets go, nursing his pain.
I wasn’t going to be their toy anymore. For too long have I let them use their power and strength to intimidate me... not today, not ever. I will fight my way out of this - even if it kills me. I will go down kicking and screaming.
“I already know who’s boss,” I say, panting and trying to recapture my breath. They look stunned by my act of defiance - usually, I’d surrender right then and there... but I’ve changed. I’m not the same person I was ten years ago. Despite the pain, I’ve become stronger and feistier.
This firecracker’s now a firework, ready to go off.
Picking up a nearby makeshift weapon (your belt), you grip it tightly and get into a fighting stance - ready to defend yourself. “And it’s me. I’m the boss of myself. Not you. I control my life, not you. You will no longer be someone who thinks they can control me. Not anymore. This is my life and I will fight for it - even if I die. I will no longer be intimidated by you. I will no longer allow you to dictate my life. You are no more than someone who deserves to rot in hell. And trust me when I say, I might even take you there myself so bring it on.” you declare, eyes full of determination.
This reaction makes them laugh, unable to fathom this new sense of bravery. But once you whiplashed Kyle using your belt, hitting him multiple times until he was bleeding, did they realize how serious you were. Blocking an incoming attack from Bobby, you kick his abdomen and punch his face, sending him stumbling into some trash bins.
Roderick landed a hit on your stomach making you stumble. You stunned him by slapping his face using your belt buckle which left a cut and pushed him into the corner with Bobby - continuously whiplashing them both until their faces were covered in cuts.
Adam tried a sneak attack but you dodged it. Standing on the bench, you launch yourself at him and perfectly execute a Panama Sunrise, leaving him withering on the floor. Using your belt, you locked Kyle in a chokehold - choking him with your belt.
Bobby tried attacking from behind but missed and instead hit Adam. You took this opportunity to sweep him from under and wrapped the belt around his jaw - locking him in a chokehold with Kyle. Once they had passed out, you set your sights on Roderick who was recovering and you grab him, suplexing him onto Adam.
Sure, they had landed some hits on you but you dominated this battle. Panting, you survey the damage and grin, wiping the blood coming from your lip before gathering your belongings.
“And that... undisputed,” you whispered to their unconscious selves before leaving - calling security to escort these intruders out. You know that they’d be back for revenge and you were ready for them.
The bruises which marked your hands didn’t make you whimper but made you happy - knowing you stood up for yourself and came out as the victor. Revving the car engine, you peel away and drive back to the hotel with newfound strength and pride.
You weren’t going to be their bitch anymore. You weren’t going to let them control you anymore. You were going to fight for your rights and fight for your freedom.
You were doing this for everyone that helped you but most importantly, you were doing this for your past self that never thought she’d get out of that nightmare. Believing she’d be trapped in the clutches of actual demons forever.
With a teary smile, you realized that during these years apart that you’ve grown into someone you can finally be proud of. Someone who you could only dream about becoming all those years ago - someone that they’d laugh at, taunting and mocking you - firmly believing you’d never become that.
Well, guess what, revenge is sweet. It’s pretty darn sweet.
“her revenge wasn’t loud, petty or nasty. her revenge was silent because growth cannot be heard so keep watering yourself, you’re growing.
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Unsavory Dealings (part 2)
@waywardwrestlewritingwaif i’m not too good at these, but you should make a part 2 since you’re the og 👽
i’m not too sure on the word count so i apologize in advanced! also this was inspired by someone else’s story and they never made a part 2 so i decided i would make an inspired part 2 because in my opinion this story left on a cliffhanger ahahaha.
“shhh,” dexter soothes. “you see how he’s not texting anymore? that means he’s on his way over. he wants to rescue you.”
his grip coils tighter around you, like a snake on its prey.
“don’t cry. we’re going to see what roderick is willing to do to for you. everything will be alright.”
as you continue to cry hoping for help you hear a knock at the door. “come in” dexter laughs. as the door opens it’s known other than roderick strong.
“please, let her go” he says with concern all over his face. you could tell by the way he said it that y/n meant the absolute world to him.
“first look at the files” dexter says laughing. roderick was shocked when he saw all of the videos dexter had of them together. the one in her room and the one by the janitorial closet. he was utterly shocked.
“please just let her go. i love her.” roderick says on the verge of tears. y/n looks at him shocked because she didn’t know that he had felt the same way she did.
“i love you too roderick” she says smiling. “okay mr strong. if you love her so much then i am going to send these files to marina.” dexter said laughing.
“do it” roderick insisted. “me and marina were a lost cause anyways, so go ahead and do it.” y/n means so much to. i’m not gonna let her suffer over a decision i made. the decision that made me start to catch feelings for her.” he said stern.
dexter threw y/n at roderick and then took a photo of them and then drop boxed it to marina along with the other photos and videos he had taken of them together.
“this isn’t over” dexter said laughing as he left closing the door behind him. as soon as the door closed shut roderick couldn’t help but examine y/n to make sure she was okay.
“i am so sorry y/n. this is my fault, i should’ve told marina about us and this would’ve never happened.” roderick says with a sorrow voice.
“this isn’t your fault love. he would’ve done this either way. you can’t blame yourself for his actions.” she said trailing off to sit on the couch. then began back up. “hey did you mean what you said?”
she said with a questioned voice. “about loving me” she said with a softer voice as she looked down.
roderick took his finger and placed it on her chin lifting it up so he could see her in her eyes. “i meant every word baby.”
caught up in the heat of the moment y/n took her hand and placed it behind his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. things started to escalated pretty quickly.
as roderick placed y/n on his lap. y/n began to straddle him. small moans left their bodies. they were deeply in love. y/n took off roderick’s shirt and placed her hand on his firm chest and said “i love you so much thank you for saving me today. it means more to me than you’ll ever know.”
roderick began up “i love you—“ then got caught off guard by y/n as she placed her lips on his passionately.
THE NEXT DAY
roderick had decided to crash at y/n place so he could keep an eye on her and make sure she was safe from dexter. as roderick looked at his phone he saw all of the texts from the undisputed boys. as he scrolled through his notifications he then saw the one from marina.
sure roderick felt somewhat bad for what he did to her, but marina was never considerate about roderick’s feelings and always pushed roderick away when he tried to help her. it got to the point where the undisputed boys didn’t like marina.
roderick called marina and told them it was over. he then called the undisputed boys and told them to go to the house and take all of his belongings and move it into their apartment they had for their team. so they did.
roderick then went to meet up with the boys to explain to them what had happened. “you what?“ bobby said shockingly. “at least you aren’t with marina anymore.” kyle spits out.
“yeah” adam says confidently. “she was a negative influence on you and i could tell whatever you guys had when you first got together wasn’t there anymore.”
bobby than spoke up, “plus i could tell you’ve always had something for y/n. the way you look at her- friends wouldn’t look at each other in that way.” adam started up “y/n seems like she really cares for you and as long as she is treating you right then we won’t have an issue with her.”
roderick smiled and said “thank you guys so much for understanding this situation. y/n means so much to me and the other day when dexter had her as bait. my heart dropped. i really thought i was going to loose her.”
roderick then begins to grow a tear in his right eye and then wipes it away quickly. “well she can move into our group apartment so she’ll be safe” kyle suggets. so that’s exactly what she did.
AT THE ARENA
y/n is working out backstage and doing her upper body routine so she can prepare for her match tonight when out of no where dexter pulls her into an abandoned hallway. “let me go” y/n pleaded.
dexter shoved her into a room and closes the door and locks it. “nobody will be able to hear your screams from here sweetheart.” he laughs. “you’re all mine now.” he says in a creepy way. y/n had never felt so vulnerable in her life.
dexter than takes off his shirt and gets on top you. “roderick won’t be able to save you this time” he says laughing creepily this time.
BACKSTAGE
“has anyone seen y/n” roderick asked. y/n and him were set to have a mixed tag match against nikki cross and killian dain.
y/n had promised to meet him backstage so they could start their team building exercise. roderick texts the boys to meet up at his location so they could talk about where they think she would’ve gone.
as soon as the boys met up they automatically assumed the worst. “what if he has her” roderick says in distress. “then we’ll find her. we won’t let him hurt her.” bobby says.
all of the boys scattered and began their quest looking for y/n.
THE ABANDONED ROOM
y/n got to her feet “please dexter. let me go.” she says sobbing. “shut up” dexter says as he slaps her making her fall back to the ground.
dexter then finds a chair and leans it against the wall and placed y/n on it and he tied her hands behind her back and tied her feet together so she couldn’t escape. dexter then hovers over y/n and puts his mouth to her ear.
“if you make one sound. then this will go over your mouth” he said gesturing at the tape her hand in his hand. he then laughs creepily in her ear and then kisses it. he then backs up to take photos of y/n then drop boxed it to the undisputed era.
“they won’t find you this time.” he says laughing. y/n doesn’t know what came over her but she yelled “help! help!” in a frightening voice. after she did that, dexter sprints to her and tapes her mouth harshly and roughly.
he then hovers over her again and said “what’d i tell you.” then licked the side of her face. “YOUR MINE” he yells. not knowing the undisputed era boys were close by.
they all went to the door and managed to get the locked door open. as soon as the door opened and roderick saw dexter hovered over y/n it’s like a flip switched inside of him. he started attacking dexter and pounding him to the floor like a lunatic. y/n found it hot that he would go to those measures to rescue her.
the other boys began to help roderick fight dexter and as soon as that was over roderick ran over to y/n.
“oh my- baby are you okay? y/n are you okay my love” roderick repeated a few times. roderick untied and untaped her. y/n began to cry into her boyfriends arms.
“y/n i’m so sorry. i promise i will never let anything like this happen to you ever again.” roderick picks up y/n bridal style and walks over to the door with his boys.
as soon as they get back to the apartment roderick placed y/n on their bed and began to comfort her more.
“i’m okay now roderick” she says trying to hold back a few tears. “i’m so dumb. i should’ve known he was going to come for you again. he knows your my weakness. he knows i’m in love with you” he said. he then realizes the confession he just made.
they’ve told each other that they have loved each other but they never said the words “i’m in love with you” out loud. caught off guard y/n begins kiss roderick like nobody’s watching and this time nobody was. they never heard from dexter again.
a few days later y/n and roderick went sight seeing and out of no where roderick proposed to her. never before in her life has she seen something so beautiful.
“y/n. we’ve been through so much together and you’ve been by my side each step of the way. whether you were my bestfriend, my secret lover, my girlfriend, and even through the whole dexter situation you never left. i’m so in love with you and i want to spend the rest of my life with you. nobody has ever made me feel the way you make me feel. when i’m around you all i feel is happiness and you’re all i can think about. your touch confronts me. your voice soothes me. i couldn’t imagine my life without you he said. will you marry me. you’re my everything.” he said.
“omg yes” she squealed as roderick placed the ring on her finger. roderick got up from his knee and kissed y/n. as soon as the undisputed boys found out they threw a party for their bestfriends.
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thank you so much for the people who read my version of a part 2 of this fanfic. i’m not really good at these but i REALLY hope you guys enjoyed it!!🦋
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Hob, Dream, and their dead sons
I keep coming back to the fact that both Hob and Dream had a wife they loved and lost and a son who died as a young man.
And you can see that Tom Sturridge as Dream knew that, knew the full story of Dream, because it's there in his eyes in the scenes with Hob. It's there in his performance when Hob first shows the tiny portrait of his wife and son in 1589. For most of that scene, you can tell Dream's distracted, even repelled by Hob's excesses in favor of Shaxberd's poetry. The one time he pays undivided attention to Hob is when he brings out the portrait of his family and you see--not jealousy--but perhaps fear, or fearful anticipation of the pain he knows Hob will go through as an immortal in a few short decades at most. Dream does not warn Hob--I don't think Hob would have listened anyway-- but he knows what's coming.
In 1689, when Hob has lost everything, it's not until he talks about losing his wife and son that Dream's expression goes from concerned to grief-stricken.
"My boy Robyn, died in a tavern brawl when he was twenty, I didn't go out much after that..." Hob says. That is when Dream begins to see himself in the tragedies of Hob's life. It's not a stretch to imagine that Dream became a recluse after Orpheus's death* when he also separated from his wife Calliope because of the grief they felt.
That's what makes Hob's next declaration so stunning for Dream. He has hated every second of the last 80 years and so Dream asks him, "So, do you still wish to live?"
There are tears in Dream's eyes when he asks this. He thinks he knows the answer because he has been exactly where Hob is now. And one gets the sense that were he not one of the Endless, he would have ended it back then. It's clear the grief nearly destroyed him, that he still carries it, visibly, in every part of him.
But instead, Hob says, "Are you crazy?" And Dream frowns in surprise. "Death is a mug's game. I got so much to live for!"
Dream is stunned. Impressed. Thoughtful. I don't think it's a stretch to wonder: is this what Death intended when she introduced Dream to a man with such a strong will to live? For this exact moment when, weighted by the inevitable tragedies of trying to live as a normal man while immortal, Hob shows Dream how to continue on, how to choose life over and over again, not out of obligation or duty, but because he by just being alive has so much to live for?
And one final note on the loss of their sons, the revelation paints nuances into the picture of Roderick Burgess begging that Dream bring his son back to life. Not only does he ask for what is not Dream's to give, he asks for what Dream, the brother of Death, could not even give himself.
(*Calliope refers to Orpheus as dead in the show. The comic does complicate this statement somewhat, but for the purpose of this meta, I'm separating the tv show canon from comic canon as they are different stories.)
#sandman meta#the sandman#hob gadling#morpheus#orpheus#calliope#robyn gadling#I wish I could add a bunch of screenshots to this but sadly I suck at that
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Garden for two
Step 1: Make granny coded OC
Step 2: Nickname her little Babushka
Step 3: Ship her with the Russian
Ship: Nikto x F!OC (Adlean)
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It was only an inch, just the smallest little bit over the border; that's what Adlean told herself in the beginning. Then came any other weak excuse she could muster to turn that inch into a meter and that meter into the whole yard. That little devil on her shoulder gave any and all excuses it could for her to keep expanding on this little project. 'The neighbor hasn't appeared for months...', 'he probably wouldn't even mind a little bit of maintenance on his lawn...', 'if he cared he would've petitioned for a fence...' and so on and so on. Until her voice and that devil's were indiscernible. Until it was only hers.
Adlean hadn't thought it would've gone this far. She'd raised a few houseplants, yeah, but had no real gardening nor landscaping skills to rely on. Just some YouTube tutorials and a dream. Yet, as she got one section done and then another and another, it became harder to stop. So enamored by an idea coming together and it being by her own unskilled hands. One of those rare times she'd set out to do something and it was actually done right. She'd chosen clover to replace the generic grass turf. A young cherry blossom here, a stone pathway there; sheet mulch and cover crops. Aside from native wildflowers there were handful of foreign flora that looked too good to resist in her eyes. Plus a few easy to grow crops the store recommended. Some ceramic decor, garden trellis, fairy lights. She went far over her budget turning this place into a scene from a fantasy novel, evidenced by the weeks worth of cheap ramen filling her kitchen; all she'd be able to afford for a while. But in the end, it genuinely looked wonderful, like one of those images you come across on pinterest.
However.
As large as her yard was, the need to keep going flowed strong in her veins even after every inch was fully decorated. Pulsing from her head to her heart to her hands as though Mother Nature herself was guiding her trowel. She hadn't gone as overboard on her neighbor's lawn; no trees, no ponds, just some wildflowers and better turf and a few mini garden figures hidden along the edges. Adlean figured if her mythical neighbor ever did show up and express distaste, she'd simply apologize profusely and undo her handywork. Alternatively, she'd hoped they might completely fall in love with the lawn and thank her for being so wonderful. They'd bake her a cake she'd weakly refuse and she'd make them cookies, cementing the perfect neighborly relationship she so greatly yearned for.
What she hadn't planned for were the angry yells and curses coming from a brick wall of a silhouette who was rapidly banging on her door.
"Roderick! Cволочь![bastard!] Get your fucking ass out here and explain this rubbish."
God, he was so loud. She could only imagine what the neighbors were thinking. Hopefully they'd at least poke their heads out to act as witnesses if things went bad. She was shaking in the little hallway that lead to her front door, rethinking her life choices and wishing she could undo the past- actually fighting the devil on her shoulder rather than giving in to it's mischievous whispers. Adlean momentarily considered calling the police to mediate but that would just unsettle the whole block of nosey elderly people that populated the cul-de-sac. Not to mention it might effectively deteriorate any chance of her being on decent terms with the person she would have to share a house with. That was something she didn't want to experience again; making enemies among neighbors was the reason she'd moved here to begin with. So, despite how much she didn't want to, despite how much her muscles tensed while her fingers shook, she approached the front door and opened it.
'I'M SO SORRY!' She thought the words but couldn't bring herself to say it, lips pursed in fear and anxiety the moment she got a proper view of the absolute unit in front of her. Compared to her, he was a giant, blocking any light from penetrating beyond her doorway and casting her in his shade. The man was wearing full black, with only a tacky gold chain dangling from his neck to stop him from looking like a humanoid shadow that had manifesting on her front steps. Terrifying. The balaclava concealing everything but the anger in his eyes didn't help either.
"What is this? Where is the bastard? He sends woman to face his problems." The man shifted forward as if he was going to try to push past her into her own home but thought better of it.
Nikto's momentary confusion at seeing the small black girl instead of the lanky white man he knew to live next to him had caused enough bewilderment to dampen his anger... for now. He studied her for a moment; she was short, barely tall enough to reach his chest and the many layers of oversized clothing didn't help. She wore light colors; baby blues, greens and whites, a large woolen coat over a sweater and skirt that reached her ankles. Her face was round and held brown almond eyes, a pointed nose and thick lips. Large framed glasses were perched on the tip of her nose, the plastic a matching shade of blue. Atop her head was a hefty mass of dreadlocks wrapped into a bun that was almost as large as her head. Looked heavy too. He brought his gaze back to her face, she was doing well to hide the distress in her features but Nikto could see the way her fingers gripped the ends of her sleeves for dear life. At first he thought her lips were pursed in annoyance but Nikto soon realised they were locked in fear, quivering slightly at the edges. He'd scared the poor thing. 'Fucking hell' He cursed to himself, the smallest drop of guilt creeping in for terrifying some random woman.
"Listen, didn't mean for- nevermind, who are you?" He asked, voice sounding like it grated against every surface of his throat before exiting his lips.
She took a moment, looking behind him to check for an audience. "I'm Adlean, I rent this side of the house. I assume you're my neighbor." Common courtesy had her wanting to say 'nice to meet you' but...
"Ahh, so not Roderick anymore." He tsked.
Adlean couldn't tell if he was happy or upset to hear the news. "No, I've been here for about 4 months now." She shifted uncomfortably. "Look, I'm sorry for messing around in your backyard. I got a little carried away and the home has been empty for so long I wasn't even sure if you existed. I'll remove it all, starting tomorrow... or pay to have someone deconstruct your lawn if you prefer." She spoke quickly, he could almost hear the regret in her tone.
Nikto contemplated for a while, or at least he pretended to. It gave him more time to watch the woman squirm in front of him- a bully, even in guilt. "We will give this some thought." He sighed, his body sagging slightly as his anger simmered.
"Alright." Adlean said quietly. "You can leave a note in my mailbox when you decide." She slanted the door, giving him time to spill any more grievances before closing it.
Nikto stared at the closed door for a while before retreating to his side of the home. He was no longer angry but his body had built up so much of it that it now bounced around his skull, waiting to be converted into some other emotion.
So he had a new neighbor now. Good. He hated the slimy bastard who would leave dog shit in his yard and fill his trashcans while he was gone. Instead he now had a neighbor who seemed to like messing around on other people's property. He strolled to the window and pulled back the curtains, looking out at the wilderness she'd turn his yard into. It wasn't bad, the plant-life seemed haphazard at first but now that he'd taken a second look he could see they were laid out with purpose. He wasn't sure what he thought at first; that Roderick had thrown random turf and weed into his yard out of spite or to monopolize the space somehow. A small part of him almost welcomed the conflict, a nice little spat before he would settle into the mundane.
He looked over on her side where her skills really shone through, it was pretty but he was sure as hell glad she kept it to her side. Nikto's eyes shifted to the movement along the side of the house, watching as his neighbor 'Adlean' left her home. Distress remained in her features as she looked around briefly before making her way to a spot beneath a small canopy, a book in one hand and a tumbler in the other. He watched her settle onto the grass, leaning slightly against the young pink tree. Nikto told himself that he was only watching to learn about the stranger he would have to partially share a space with. It was only natural he'd want details on someone within proximity... He watched her toy with the cover of the book, lifting it as if to open it but letting it shut close again and again. Her chest rose and fell into a sigh, too distracted maybe, before looking over at the likely source of her ire; his side of the property. Her gaze ran over the fence and flowers and pathway of mulch before eventually landing on the house, the window and him. She visibly stiffened before hurriedly averting her eyes.
Nikto stayed for a moment longer before leaving the window.
Nikto wouldn't hesitate to admit himself a pervert at times. He could appreciate a woman's body, the things they can do and how they make him feel. However, he never fancied himself a creep, not until now at least. Only a handful of days had passed since he'd returned home from deployment and what should've been a time of -fitful and fleeting- relaxation was instead a slow decent into madness. His body moved as it should; it woke, it cooked, it sat in front of the tv for hours before resting again. However, within his mangled head was a spider weaving silk. Its hairline triggers spreading through his ears and along every surface connecting his home to hers. Waiting for the telltale vibration of nearby movement; prey. He would know the moment she'd step outside into her yard to read or maintain her garden. Her door neither slammed nor creaked but he would hear it, would feel it, would sense it with an acuteness that was usually reserved for the battlefield. And as though it were protocol, he would be by a window, hidden from her curious glances at his home.
'Adlean' was nothing compared to the Slavic goddesses his homeland produced. Their beauty was bold, sharp, stunning in a way that both defined and challenged the concept of beauty itself. Hers was... mild, delicate, a type you'd miss if you looked away too fast. Where his type of women would strut as though the ground would rise to meet their feet, she glided unhindered and unbothered. He had his preference and it wasn't her, yet, here he was glued to a window like a mut watching their owner pull into the driveway after a long days work. His eyes drinking her in as though she was the only source of clean water for miles and he was cursed with perpetual thirst. He would drink and drink and drink and never have his fill. Maybe if he got to look closer; shoved his head into the oasis rather than graze his hand along the surface to sip from his palms. Maybe then his lips would no longer be dry and his stomach no longer crumbling inward in it's pursuit of sustenance.
But therein lied a problem; the duality of a man like him who liked pretty things but could only mar them. If she was an untouched fragment of nature then he was mankind; giving it an appreciative glance before bulldozing it to build a highway. Nikto looked down at his hands, his fingers secreting ichor that only his eyes could perceive. Their putrid reddish-black gliding along his knuckles only to fall where they'd be reabsorbed back into him. Just like watching from afar wasn't enough, watching up close would soon fail to placate him. He'd want to touch, to grab, to squeeze, to crawl into her skin. He paused his thoughts to watch her prune one of the vining plants, his eyes stuck on the Alabaster white that bled from her gentle digits. He wanted to know what would happen if their hands touched. Would his muck dissolve her colors, crawling along her hands to forever taint her with his sins. Or was her hue potent enough to wash away his own, or at least, force it to retreat somewhere deep inside where he would no longer have to see it. Would they mix to create something new or would they slide right off each other like oil and water- incompatible. Nikto knew the answer, he was a broken man who broke his surroundings to reflect himself. A piece of him here, a piece of him there. A piece of him in the knife he stuck in the enemy's neck, a piece of him in the bullet wounds riddled in his targets. A piece of him in every whore he'd ever paid for and a piece of him in every comrade he'd sever once they got too close. A piece of him in every therapist they'd forced him to see, who would mark him good just to make sure he'd never step foot in their office again. Thankfully, he'd managed to keep his home untouched, no shard of him to be found in it's modest decor.
He watched his neighbor retreat into her home, satisfied with the maintenance she'd done. A contemplative glance over to his side before closing her door. He hardly knows his neighbor, but he knew she did not deserve to have a man like him in her life. She was made for a normal man who would give her a ring and children. Not for a broken soldier clinging to the pieces of his mind, scrambling for the shards that he himself discards. He was subject to his emotions but his actions, his actions would always reflect the meticulous decisions of a well trained soldier...a practiced killer. His brain and it's inhabitants could be as much of a mess as it wanted but he was in control. This was noise, nothing but his mind trying to create chaos and latching onto the first thing it could find. He knew there was nothing to be gained by entertaining this little 'fixation' of his. He knew. He knew. He knows.
Nikto knows to leave pretty things alone.
"Neighbor, we bring gift." Nikto spoke once she'd opened her door for him, the small bag in his hand containing a Russian tea mix. A gift; a peace offering. "Make up for... Earlier incident."
Adlean stared at him for a moment, her gaze flicking from his eerie blue eyes to the brown paper bag crushed between his scar ridden fingers and back to him. When she saw his familiar silhouette at her screen door, she'd prepared herself for some kind of verbal altercation, despite the fact that he hadn't technically yelled at her the first time. She'd been kicking herself repeatedly these past few days. Annoyed that she'd caused her neighbor trouble due to being impulsive and annoyed at how much anxiety she'd allowed to build in her body because of it. Adlean had spent so many years working to overcome that part of herself that inflated every little issue in her life, but that training went straight into the garbage that lovely Sunday morning he came knocking at her door. It was forgivable, she told herself, he was a big man and with only one barely barricaded door to separate them she was right to worry. Yet she was pissed at herself all the same. That constant irritation had her brows involuntarily knitted together and her eyes narrowed into a look her friend often teased her about, likening her to an angry librarian or a ticked off school teacher. That sour look had permanently plastered itself on her face since and it was what greeted her well meaning, neighbor.
"Maybe not then... " His trailed off, voice somehow sounding more ashen.
It was near impossible to read his face behind a mask but she felt a hint of disappointment. It snapped her out of her foul mood and she quickly fixed her face. "Oh! No, no, I appreciate the gift." She held her hands out for the item. "Thank you."
Adlean forced a smile onto a face that still wanted to scowl. This was great, a sign she hadn't completely messed up her chances. Maybe she could take it a step further. "Would you like to enjoy this tea together? On the veranda out back?" She quickly added the last part, not ready to invite him directly into her home. Generally nerves weren't something she had to battle but the circumstances had her words coming out a little more shaky, her hands a little more fidgety. "In about half an hour, if you're not busy."
The Russian's eyes creased ever so slightly for a brief moment. "Да[yes], yes, that would be... Good."
With another awkward moment of swaying and silent nods the door was eventually closed. Adlean took a moment to inspect the tea with a little smile on her face. Teas have always been the go to gift of people in her life, despite the fact that she actually doesn't like them that much. "I guess I must look the type." she muttered to herself, grateful all the same. She compared the tea he got her to the one she bought to gift to him but couldn't bring herself to knock on his door. Maybe she'd give it to him later, or save it for the next time she overstepped.
A deep sigh made it's way out of her lips. This was good. This was her chance. They didn't need to be best friends, just cordial at the very least. She would accept that much. Anything but enemies, she wouldn't go through that again, never again. With that sentiment echoing through her mind, she went out to sweep the veranda and put the chairs together.
Nikto had put those thirty minutes to good use, taming his mind and avoiding the questions he asked himself. He would move on impulse. Those impulses had granted him an invitation to her company after all. If she hadn't he might've found some reason or excuse to make his way into her home, testing her boundaries to sate his curiosity. It didn't sit well with him to be so distracted but in the comfort of his own home, he'd allow it for now.
Nikto stepped out into the back yard. Their home had a veranda that span the entirety of the structure's length. There use to be a small fence to separate the sides but Roderick had toppled it over some years ago. Said he'd gotten into a fight at a party he threw and pushed a guy into it. A check of the security cameras confirmed there was a fight but it was his bony ass that got knocked to the ground. Bastard never bothered to replace it. The memory only made Nikto that much more grateful his neighbor was gone. This area wasn't spared from Adlean's questionable decorating choices, though it seemed all the plants here were fake, she'd added many along the railing and wall. Two lanterns above her door hung from fake branches. It wasn't Nikto's style, far too cluttered bordering messy, but it did suit her.
Adlean was already out, smiling with her eyes as he approached. She really did look like an old lady at times; legs crossed and tucked beneath her chair, her large glasses dangling precariously on the tip of her nose, hair up in a neat bun, draped in layers upon layers of knitted fabrics. The outdoor table-chair set was also within the aesthetic of her back yard, possibly custom made, designed to look like branches in the shape of furniture. Nikto was hesitant to sit, while the chair looked large enough for him they still seemed delicate, like they'd snap under the weight of his gaze alone. Adlean assured him it was fine, but it took a while before he could let his guard down and put his full weight on it. On the table, sitting above the green cloth covering it's surface, was the familiar orange color of his tea in a glass pot, two matching cups on either side and sugar packs placed in the middle. Adlean poured his glass before hers and Nikto didn't miss that she waited for him to drink first before taking a sip of her own.
"Thanks for agreeing to this, I really should apologize again for essentially trespassing." She began. There was genuine remorse in her words but despite this she seemed far more content, especially compared to earlier.
"No need, we're not upset. In truth, we just wanted reason to pick fight with neighbor." He paused. "Past neighbor."
"Was he... Problematic?" She asked.
"A problem; he very much was." He made a sound like in the back of his throat, like slate against metal. "Thorn. Worm. Would come into our yard, just like you, but always with mess. Had annoying dog too. He was always loud, shit music playing at all hours of the night. Made us hate having a neighbor, would've moved if not for fact that we're barely here."
Adlean grimaced. "I know what that's like." She elaborated after Nikto gave her an inquisitive glance. "My last neighbor was great until rumors got out that her husband was having an affair and for some reason she believed it was with me. She started messing with my packages, tampering with food I had delivered and even my mail. Throwing things through my window and I'm pretty sure she released a possum in my home on four different occasions."
"Hm, what did you do in return?"
"Nothing... I just kept trying to talk to her but she wouldn't listen."
"Weak. If Roger ever did such things; I would have his tongue."
She chuckled, enjoying the blunt response. "Yea, well I was pretty weak back then."
"And now?"
"Now, I try not to be." She answered, a smile on her lips anyone could tell was fake.
The conversation drifted away and they spoke as two people new to each other would. Nikto wouldn't say much about himself but she compensated by being open about her life. She went into further detail about the things her old neighbor had done, some of it so bad he developed a slight appreciation for Roderick. She updated him on the surrounding neighbors, not that there was much given the area was just one big retirement home. She also let him know the shyly old woman that owns the house might pass it to her niece.
Nikto watched as she blew on her drink before taking small sips; her eyes lidded as the liquid rippled against her lips. It had to be on purpose, yeah? The way she moved was so slow, so calm. Nikto could damn near count the frames, yet the motions were fluid. Unbothered. She moved like someone with little care for time and how finite it was for us humans. He envied it. He wanted that calmness, wanted to crawl into the chasm of her mind and set up residence. He made the correct decision getting closer. This must be why he enjoyed watching her so much; she looked like someone who knew peace. Exuded it. Combined with her voice, Nikto barely wanted to talk back, just listen. Just exist. He would never have true peace but when he watches her, his mind slows down just a bit and for a moment he can pretend. That's all it was, yes. She was a sustenance and he was starving.
She opened her eyes fully, lips still resting against the cup, then she turned them to him. Looking away would've been a good choice, to avoid appearing any more creepy than he already feels but he couldn't. He couldn't help but wonder how he looked to her. The Russian had no illusions about his appearance, to be sitting like this having tea in a garden didn't suit a creature like him at all. To any outsider he must look severely out of place; like a dagger among needles or a rock among feathers.
"Let's be good to each other, neighbor." she said in a quiet voice before returning to her tea.
He would. He would be good to her.
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ooc || stafford family history i guess?
@forgotteneilionora Kate this is so much rambling nonsense i hope it makes a small bit of sense lol
Stafford Parents
Okay but I am LOVING the idea that their parents put a lot of importance in action-- I definitely think it makes a lot of sense for both sisters!!! I am imagining since their mother died so young were actively involved in their father's royal affairs as soon as they were old enough? (especially considering Eilia was the heir which would technically make aria the spare?? which aria DEFINITELY ignored at all cost-- she def would spiral any time she considered that possibility.) i was wondering if perhaps aria, when she was old enough too, took up the mantle of being a patron/etc to these different things/groups/etc around Astaira which had originally been her mother's! i feel like the court/friends/whatever had tons of stories about her mother (because Aria would've been like..2 years old when she died I think?) that she'd heard over the years and she was aspiring to be as good as her mother! i dunno where this would really come from (mostly their dad i guess?) but i think they were trying to push the idea that being a queen/ruling class is about caring for the country and its people and their happiness/safety reflects back on a successful monarchy ruler. (also now wondering if they considered themselves/the queen/king "gods chosen" in the same way roderick does-- it seems like maybe that's not how the old religion would really see them but that's neither here nor there really...)
also knowing that their dad died pretty early on and while they definitely have more memories of HIM that their mother I could see where the whole lot of them have this very idealized versions of both their parents in their mind that is almost impossible to live up to in some way? that might be part of the reason why she (and maybe eilia too?) has this very strange idea that she isn't doing enough to try and fix the situation they're all in thanks to roderick!!
and because this is sort of a stream of consciousness word vomit rambling thing i'm ALSO wondering if even though they had fairly good familial relationships, maybe there was not really a forum to express emotions/concerns/etc within the family unit which is why now Aria/Eilia are in this weird sort of 'i don't want to be a burden/i am a burden/i don't want them to feel like a burden!' cycle because they aren't really that great at expressing their emotions to each other?? the whole like "we have to be strong for each other/our country" and a kind of guilt trip "things could be WAY WORSE" sort of thing
Old Religion/Guardians/Etc
so to then pivot to Aria's abilities... i think she has had the ability for as long as she can remember! my idea was She talked a lot about seeing things/creatures/etc as a kid and I image her family probably thought she was just a kid who had imaginary friends, etc… but then as she got older and the stories continued/she could better articulate exactly what she was seeing they were like “ohh okay, that’s not just imagination.” Knowing there’s sort of two paths to follow when one has the ability to see/sense the guardians— being okay with it or kind of going crazy— she was probably kept a bit more secluded for a time so that if she did go the crazy route, she wasn’t out in public raving like a loon. I DO think pretty quickly it was concluded she was not going to lose her mind BUT then her abilities set up another set of concerns— even though the idea of seers wasn’t necessarily treated as a crime in Astaira it still would open her up to being a target from foreign entities (#roderick) along with potentially being seen as promoting the “old religion” despite the fact Astaira had a more open view on people’s religions! so the decision was made that it needed to remain a secret amongst the family (which really wasn’t that hard honestly). also now thinking this all maybe happened not long before their father died so she was kinda struggling with coming to terms with this ability/what it meant while they're all in mourning and her older sister is now the queen! (which obviously meant aria saw her less and while i think aria always knew that was going to happen it was still a shock/hard thing for her to deal with and i think aria tried to step up and be that person for siobhan but never felt like she actually was any good at it!) buuut anyway I think she had to figure out a lot of this guardian business out for herself along with trying to keep it under wraps so again it’s a part of her life she MAYBE put some unnecessary pressure on??
(also on the same note going off all that awesome info regarding witches lizzy posted, i was also thinking that aria never had an powers manifest which could be potential drama in the future for everyone if something happened that WOULD make some power manifest-- especially depending on who that might happen in front of!)
anyway this is, like i said, semi insane sounding rambling about things and i'm always open to changing thoughts on ANY of this but yes... it is here XD
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I recently rewatched The Haunted Mansion and my brain said 'make it Dreamling' so here I am.
Lord Dream and his 'lowborn' lover Hob were going to be married, but Hob was murdered (most likely by Roderick). Dream is an immortal creature (perhaps a vampire instead of being dead and, therefore, a ghost) and must wait until Hob is reincarnated.
A century later, Robert is a realtor and gets a call about an old but beautiful mansion. The woman on the phone (Lucienne) says that her Lord is eager to meet him, and Rob understands that this could be huge, so he agrees to come down during the weekend.
He gets there, but it begins storming pretty much as soon as he gets there, meaning he absolutely has to stay at least the night. Cue Dream (who is weirdly familiar to Rob, despite him being sure he's never met him before) eagerly offering a room for him to stay in. They talk late into the night, and when Rob goes to sleep, he begins dreaming of things that happened a century ago, leading up to Hob's death.
Dream is trying not to come on to strong, but he’s certain that Robert is Hob reincarnated (he'd know his beloved anywhere) and he's determined not to let him slip through his fingers this time. He has no idea at first that Robert is slowly remembering his previous life as Hob and just how much he loved Dream, despite the constant remarks about how 'familiar' things are.
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Haven't seen this movie yet but now I'm like 👀 I need to watch this. The whole "supernatural being tied to a house waiting for their lover" is my new favourite thing tbh.
And I love this in particular because its Dream waiting for Hob to come back to him instead, and that's so!!! Aksjshdhd it's such a lovely mirroring of canon events.
I'm imagining Rob shyly showing up at this beautiful mansion, where Dream is trying very hard to Be Normal - it's very difficult because Rob is Hob, it's so obvious in the way that he looks and talks, he has the same little mannerisms and everything. Dream is trying not to crumble at the sight of his lover reborn as Rob.
Rob falls asleep that night with Dream beside him (there was only one bed, despite the fact that it's literally a mansion...), humming a lullaby that is oddly familiar. He dreams of... Well, Dream. And the mansion, their life together, how wonderful Dream was as a lover. When he wakes up, Rob rolls over and blushes at the sight of the man he's 90% sure was once his beloved. He's hard in his borrowed pyjama bottoms because of things he dreamed of, and as Dream’s eyes flutter open he's treated to the sight of his darling squirming and trying to get comfy with a very obvious erection.
Their eyes meet and Rob falls into Dream’s arms. He's not sure that he can live up to his Lord's expectations (Hob was obviously a very competent lover) but he's going to try his best. And nothing is going to persuade him to leave the mansion. He won't be leaving his beloved Dream alone ever again.
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This post contains spoilers for The Fall Of The House Of Usher so if you haven't seen it and you want a spoiler free experience, please don't click on Keep reading
We all love Madeline for her independency and her speeches revolving how she won't ever want to bow to a man's will. And I love that, she was strong, focused, resourceful, good for her.
And Verna liked that too. Remember how impressed she was during the 1980 New Year's Eve when she started flirting with Madeleine? But right after they made the deal, Verna starts to be a bit cold about her. Why? Because no matter her speech about not letting herself being ruled by a man, she sealed her fate because her brother wanted it. Roderick was the first one to accept it, you can see she had her doubts but she still BOWED to him by accepting the deal, even though she could have had a nice, good life, maybe even a rich one, without the deal her brother wanted.
I'm inclined towards a rich life for her because even though Verna reveals Roderick would have become a broke poet, she never says what Madeline would have become. So we can imagine her become rich, not like in the current reality, but rich enough to not worry about tomorrow anymore and even having a love affair with Verna, who knows?
Madeline had the potential to become someone on her own, but instead she threw away all her mentality and ruled her brother from the shadows all their life. You might say that considering the world back then, the only way she could have climbed the career ladder is after her brother, but this contradiction, that I think made Verna distance herself from Madeleine, still remains.
She could've lived with Verna's respect for the entirety of her life, like Arthur did, but she ended up like everyone else. The conclusion I draw from this character's complexity is that her philosophy was strong enough as long it suited her. When she had to take a big leap, she chose to become exactly the type of woman she condemned in her mind.
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The Fall of the House of Usher : Quotes
"- And if anyone, anyone comes after us, we will exhaust our arsenal until the threat's neutralized.
- By neutralized, do you mean sued into oblivion, taken out of the Board, out of the will, on the streets...
- Neutralized. Like dead. (Episode 1)
"- Algorithms aren't high tech. They've been around since antiquity. An algorithm is just a finite sequence of all defined instructions to solve a problem, or perform a computation." (Episode 2)
"- Nothing worth having is ever easy." (Episode 2)
"- It's better, I promise, in the moment just before than in the moment after." (Episode 2)
"- We need to talk because when people ask, there are some things you absolutely cannot say." (Episode 3)
"- That's why we've a charity wing, so you paste someone's face on it." (Camille - Episode 3)
"- We remember that he did it, so he did it." (Episode 3)
"- Because opportunity doesn't give a fuck what you're going through." (Episode 3)
"- That's why they hate us. Not because we grabbed the opportunity, but because they didn't." (Episode 3)
"- Like, I make video games, you know? (Leo)
- You don't make video games. You give money to people who make video games. No, no. An idea is nothing. An idea is fart that your brain makes. But if you patent an idea, well, then it's an asset. (Camille - Episode 3)
"- You're gonna do the smart thing and go back to your crossword puzzle or else I'll have you fired and sued." (Episode 3)
"- What's a six-letter word for "fucked"?" (Episode 3)
"- I'm gonna need you to tell me who the fuck you think you are." (Episode 3)
"- I can hear Camille's voice in my head right now. "Satin is silk for poor people, no one should wear it to a funeral, unless they died in it." Fuck's sake." (Leo - Episode 4)
"- The other go-to coping mechanism in my family. It's when you direct your more intense reactions towards something or someone that doesn't feel threatening. So you get to react and be angry, be abusive, be violent, even, but you don't risk significant consequences." (Episode 4)
"- Denial, displacement, projection." (Episode 4)
" - But see, I wanted something better. Something better for him. For all of them." (Episode 4)
"- A trait of mine that seemed to skip them somehow... sublimation. That is something that is one of the few coping mechanisms that's considered positive. Sublimation is when a person chooses to redirect strong emotions into an object or an activity that's appropriate and safe. So, instead of lashing out at your employees, you pour your energy into kickbox..." (Episode 4)
"- You drive a car like that, you make a statement. About who you are, where you're going, and how you get there." (Episode 4)
"- Now, let's get a drink, huh? It's gotta be noon somewhere." (Roderick - Episode 4)
"- Something in coke for you? You don't want the designer stuff. It's too dangerous." (Leo - Episode 4)
"- Are you mistaking me for a civilian? I'm not a fucking civilian." (Frederik - Episode 4)
"- You're not who I thought you were. Smart girls are only sex until they don't wanna fuck you, and then they're competition, and then what do you do? You take them down a peg." (Episode 5)
"- It's an opportunity. He's underestimated you. That's a gift. A failure of imagination. He sees you as formidable, he locks down, closes ranks, shuts the doors, battens the hatches. You are a face, you're not a mouthpiece, so just smile and shut the fuck up." (Episode 5)
"- Look, I'm shit at preambles. I made a life by getting to the point, so..." (Episode 5)
"- Why is this happening?
- Life is insane. It is madness. The sooner you understand that, the better off you'll be." (Episode 6)
"- Reality's not what it used to be. All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream. For example.... As those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. (Roderick)
- Grandpa, are you okay? (Lenore)
- I am. I'm fine. I'm just... It's been quite a week." (Roderick - Episode 6)
"- Men have called me mad But the question is not yet settled. As to whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence." (Episode 6)
"- Shut your mouth, get your shit together. The fuck is wrong with you?" (Episode 6)
"- I don't know anything about anything." (Episode 6)
"- Men are as stupid as they are simple. You're better off. Oh, my God, my first husband. I thought I missed him, but that was just this temporary insanity. This burp your heart goes through. He was fun to ride. Boy. Men, when they think they're immortal, all they want to do is fuck. When they figure out they're going to die, all they want to do is fuck. (Madeline - Episode 6)
"- You don't have to be a tyrant, but if you don't want to be consistently cruel, then you have to be sufficiently brutal at least once to establish authority." (Episode 7)
"- Everything has a price. Every negotiation's a point of entry. Every deal is simply an expression of will. Mutual will." (Episode 7)
"- You're a collection of impeccable, elaborate masks in orbit of a stunted heart. And I understand. You find an adversary, you kill them. You find a hurdle, you jump it or dismantle it. You find a locked door, you pry it open." (Episode 7)
"- Don't be stupid. Can you imagine what that would look like? My own wife trying to get off my own drug. It's a PR nightmare." (Roderick - Episode 7)
"- All soaked with feelings of absolute desperation and dread." (Episode 7)
"- Basically, the closest analogy I can think of is a fish being pulled out of water, only at least the fish gets to die." (Roderick - Episode 7)
"- So, I will take there years of hell over a lifetime with you." (Juno - Episode 7)
"- He and I share that as well. We both understand that... language in its highest expression is musical. What's a poem, after all, if not a safe space for a difficult truth. So there is a limit. (Verna)
- No, it's not a limit, it's a standard." (Episode 8)
"- I don't want it, any of it, if it involves serving at some man's pleasure." (Madeline - Episode 8)
"- One of my favorite things about human beings. Starvation, poverty, disease, you could fix all that, just with money. But everyone loves something. And that love there's collateral. (Verna)
- No. I have no collateral. Collateral is leverage. And I won't be leveraged. No man or woman has leveraged me in 70 years of life. And I'm not going to cede that ground, not this close to the end." (Arthur Pym - Episode 8)
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My AEW Revolution 2024 Predictions
I am so excited for this ppv and I have to much energy on myself so, deal with it
Tornado Tag Match Sting's Last Match - Darby Allin & Sting (AEW Tag Team Champions) VS Golf Trainers- oh sorry- AEW EVP'S Matthew & Nicholas Jackson
Let's start with the cherry on the top, I am so ready to cry on this match, even knowing that most likely Sting will appear again on AEW but not wrestling again
But for sure, 100% that the not Young Bucks anymore will win this match - I mean if its Sting's last match will Darby defend both belts alone?? I mean he is capable of it. but come on, one last match of this amazing tag team against the non Young Bucks is the perfect finish for this era
AEW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP - Samoa Joe (C) VS Swerve Strickland VS Hangman Adam Page
Everyone is imagining that it will Swerve versus Hangman and Samoa Joe will be like third wheeling or something like that
this one will be pretty intense both men fighting for the gold and Samoa Joe defending it
I really want Swerve to win it but I think Samoa Joe will retain it, I mean it's the first ppv that he defends it
AEW WOMEN'S WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP - "Timeless" Toni Storm (C) VS Deonna Purrazo
Besides the Zero Hour one with Kris and Willow versus Julia Hart and Skye Blue, this is the only women´s match on the ppv..........come on AEW, your women's division is so freaking powerful and you still don´t know how to properly promoted, and we are on the International Women's month, come on......
I think Deonna Purrazo will win it for sure, but if Toni retains it I am so excited to see how this feud will keep going, because this feud was so well played, I am more than seated for this match
AEW INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP - Orange Cassidy (C) VS Roderick Strong
It has to be Orange Cassidy, if it isn´t I will shave my eyebrows
Roderick Strong is being too annoying for Orange it has to be our denim and thumbs up man
AEW CONTINENTAL CROWN CHAMPIONSHIP - Eddie Kingston (C) VS Bryan Danielson
I am a bit uncertain with this one, but I think Eddie will retain it
and what an hell of a match this will be
Will Ospreay VS Konosuke Takeshita
another one that I am have no clue too who might win
but I guess Will Ospreay
TNT CHAMPIONSHIP - (Pro Pokemon Hunter) Christian Cage (C) VS Daniel Garcia
I am so excited for this one
But still for how much I would like to see Daniel with the gold, I am 100% sure that the Patriarchy will mess with this match
But its more than time for Daniel to be a champion (again)
FTR VS Jon Moxley & Claudio Castagnoli
I am also unsure about this one, just to be different
But I think Jon Moxley and Claudio Castagnoli will win it
ALL STAR 8-MAN SCRAMBLE - Dante Martin VS HOOK (FTW Champion) VS Brian Cage VS Magnus VS Chris Jericho VS Powerhouse Hobbs VS Brian Cage VS Wardlow
yes I am pretty HOOK biased but I dont think he will win this one, even tho I am an huge fan of this fighting big dudes agenda
also 2/5 of the Lads fighting each other
also 3/5 of Team Taz fighting each other
I think it will be more between Hobbs and Wardlow for sure, after yesterday's Collision
Zero Hour: Kris Statlander & Willow Nightingale VS Julia Hart (TBS Champion) & Skye Blue
I am so excited for this one!!!
I think it will be Kris and Willow, in my mind if it Julia and Skye Blue, I think Willow will possibly turn on Kris idk why
Zero Hour: 12 MAN TAG MATCH - Bang Bang Scissor Gang VS Jeff Jarrett, Jay Lethal, Satnam Singh, Private Party & Willie Mack
Come on it has to be Bang Bang Scissor Gang because they are Bang Bang Scissor Gang!!!!!!!!!
Anyway, what do you guys think?? Pls talk to me-
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Love me some Roddy Strong 💛💛
Summary: The reader is faced with an impossible task in fending off the JAS alone. Thankfully, her long-lost boyfriend and some old friends show up to back her up.
"Leave him alone, Chris!" You stand in the middle of the ring, members of the JAS surrounding you.
Adam lies on the floor behind you, already a victim of Chris and his goons. Outside of the ring, Britt has also been the victim of an attack.
"Are you sure that you wanna do this, sweetheart?" Angelo Parker taunts you. "You could join us you know? I've always thought you were too good for that clown Adam Cole and his girlfriend anyway." He grins at you, offering you a hand.
Your head rushes with a million thoughts. Adam has been your best friend for over a decade. He's like a brother to you. And Britt has become one of your best girlfriends. They're like family. But what can you do? There are five members of the JAS, plus the Outcasts now. And you're just one person. You can't fend them all off at once.
All hope seems lost and you don't know what to do. The AEW crowd is deafeningly silent as they eagerly await your decision. But then for some unknown reason, the crowd erupts into an uproar of cheers.
"What the hell?" You yelp when people seem to appear out of nowhere behind you. "Roderick? Kyle?" You glance at either side of you to find two old friends.
"Hey, Y/N." Kyle flashes you a goofy grin.
You turn to your opposite side and find Roderici smiling at you as well. "Nice to see you too, gorgeous." He greets you. "Get Adam and Britt out of here. We've got this."
"But there's only two of you." You are quick to point out the numbers game.
"Nah, we bought a backup." Roderick chuckles and slyly nods behind Jericho and his buddies.
You look behind Jericho and spot Bobby Fish just as he hops the barricade. So, with the odds now much better than they were five minutes ago, you step back and help Adam out of the ring.
On the floor, you leave Adam on the ramp and go to help Britt to her feet. When you come around the corner, you find Angelo waiting for you. "Noy so fast, beautiful." He grins at you. "We've still got some things to talk about."
You stop a few feet shy of Britt and weigh your options. One man is much easier to deal with than five, so your odds are much better. Still, Angelo is much bigger than you are. And he could just ignore you and go for Britt if you try anything.
"Hey, jackass!" Roderick hops down from the ring and comes to your rescue. "The lady's already got a man." He glares at Angelo.
Roderick and Angelo start going at it, which gives you time to help Britt to her feet. You get her over to Adam and help both of them up the ramp. Once you're at the top of the ramp and the couple is being helped by medical staff, you head back down the ramp.
"You three need any help?" You slide into the ring and come to a stop on either side of Roderick and Kyle.
"Fiesty as ever I see, Y/N." Kyle snickers,
Bobby and Roderick laugh with Kyle as the action in the ring comes to a stalemate. "And twice as pretty," Roderick adds with a playful wink. "You ready to end this?" He glances at you.
You nod and you help send the JAS running for the hills. You laugh as they all retreat and are immediately met with a hug by Kyle.
"So, how much did you miss me?" Kyle asks as he picks you off your feet.
"Terribly." You giggle. "My life is dull when you're not around to brighten it up, Kyle O'Reilly." You joke with him.
Kyle set you down and Bobby goes in for a hug as well. "It's good to see you again, shorty." He teases you.
"Good to have you back, Fish." You tease him back.
With Kyle and Bobby reacquainted, that just leaves Roderick. You walk over to his side with a hand on your hip and a playful look in your eye. "Long time no see, Strong." You greet him. "The other guys finally get tired of you?"
"More like I got tired of them," Roderick replies.
The two of you stare at one another for a moment, and anyone could mistake the situation for a seriously tense encounter. But neither of you can keep up the charade for long. A smile cracks on your face and you fall forward into Roderick's arms.
"I missed you." You let out a content sigh once you're being embraced in Roderick's arms. "I was beginning to think that they were never going to release you."
"So was I." Roderick chuckles and hugs you tightly. "It looks like they let me go just in time too. How are you always managing to get yourself into trouble when I'm not around?" He asks you.
You giggle and let Roderick go from the hug. "What can I say? I like to remind you just how much you care." You tease him. "Plus, I like watching you get all protective and mean."
"Of course." Roderick shakes his head and leans forward to kiss you on the cheek. "Come on, we should go see how Adam and Britt are."
"Ah, we all know Adam is fine." You wave your hand dismissively. "He's got a thick skull."
Your joke earns a laugh from Kyle and Bobby as everyone heads backstage to find Adam and Britt. You're informed that the couple is back in the trainer's room, so everyone heads back there for the reunion.
"Well, I'll be damned." Adam chuckles when everyone comes through the door. "Nice seeing you boys again."
Roderick, Kyle, and Bobby all head over to chat with Adam while you check on Britt. You walk over to her and give her a small hug.
"How are you feeling?" You ask Britt.
"I'll be fine." Britt shrugs, taking her time to sit up and talk to you. "Thanks for the help." She thanks you with a small smile.
You shrug and nod over to Adam and the boys. "Ah, don't thank me. They did all the work." You insist.
"Right." Britt lets out a small giggle. "Hey, aren't you dating Roderick right now?" She asks you.
"Last time I checked, yeah." You joke. "It's been a bit difficult with the whole conflicting schedules thing. But he's here now, finally." You smile to yourself at the thought of having Roderick back.
"I'm happy for you." Britt shares your smile. "It's always good to have someone you love watching your back. Plus now we can go on double dates!" She jokes.
You laugh and hug Britt again. "Oh, it's going to be so much fun messing with them." You help her to her feet and over to the group. "Make way! VIPs coming through!"
You shoulder past Bobby and Kyle so that Britt can sit with Adam. Once she's sat down, you step back over to Roderick who slings a casual arm over your shoulder. Everyone starts talking about revenge plans and a warm fuzzy feeling overtakes you. Things are looking mighty bright for the future now.
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An extremely, extremely short Pt 2 of ‘devil in the basement’ cuz like three of you ( @mess-in-side @layla2-49 @rebecca-jammy ) wanted it. @mm2305 @dinonuggett @murnsondock @blossomedfloweroflove @kuchokitty @lex-the-flex
“just promise me one thing will you?” Morpheus stared you down, waiting for the worst to leave you lips as you pray to him to grant you any wish imaginable, “make sure to put the fear of god in Roderick for me when you come back for vengeance.” With that you snuck out a vase from behind your back, rearing your arm as you used all the force you could muster to shattered the glass that was the only thing hold the dream lord back from exulting his wrath.
While he couldn’t get the revenge he desperately wanted to exact on Roderick Burgess, Morpheus did however got to do so through his cowardly next of kin, Alex Burgess, who by the time was already as fragile and as weak as his father was if not more so, by cursing him with eternal slumber as punishment for his hand in his imprisonment. That didn’t feel as satisfying as the dream lord would’ve wished it to be but as long as there was someone related to the original perpetrator to exact revenge on that’s all mattered to him.
However he found his thoughts wandering back to you, to the vase tightly grasped in your hand, then finally to the sound of shattered glass of his prison finally falling. He tried to steer himself away from something he’d someday know would be inevitable to avoid as he prepared himself to take to the waking realm in search for his sand that was said to last be in the possession of one Johanna Constantine. Leaving the responsibilities of the dreaming to Lucienne once more in it’s fragile state, not learning his lesson from his last trip away from the dreaming; if his plan to retrieve his sand, ruby and helm goes wrong then there was no telling what would happen to his realm thereafter. After all it wasn’t strong enough to withstand another blow on par to his disappearance.
Yet as hard as he might try to keep track on his task at hand of retaining his tools and ruling the dreaming once more under his unchanging law; he was conflicted on how to feel about you saving him, being his key of freedom and all that found himself speaking before his mind could catch up to him asking Lucienne about what has become of you. Lucienne traversed bookshelf after bookshelf before stoping at a volume that has your name scrawled across in gold and pulling it out and flicking to it’s most recent page. “After quitting their job at the Burgess manor, Y/n L/n later came across one a Johanna Constantine at a bar where they both proceeded to accidentally exorcise a demon that had been possessing the barkeep for weeks unaware.” She summarised for Morpheus before closing the book and placing it back where it belonged with care. “I believe they’re working together now, so this shouldn’t be a problem for you Lord Morpheus.”
The dream lord didn’t know why he asked about you but to hear that you were away from that dreaded place and now within the company of his next mission felt nothing short of a coincidence to him. Had fate tied you to him that day? He would wonder to himself as he stared up at the stained glass windows staring down at him in judgment. If the fate had brought you to him that day as a form of mercy for his predicament then he didn’t want it, he was already wounded enough for one lifetime to be reminded of it constantly by those who didn’t know the full extent of his suffering. It felt humiliating as it did scaring.
“Not a problem at all.” Is all he responds with before exiting the library in all his dramatic flair, the back of his coat trailing behind him as though uplifted by magic. Morpheus’s thoughts raced within his head as he strides, feelings conflicted arose when he questioned of the star of your well-being ever since freeing him as he found himself trying to find you within the dreaming but couldn’t no matter how hard he tried nor how he searched within the very corners of his realm for your dreams only to find nothing as though you didn’t exists. Which wasn’t correct as your book was in his library, Lucienne read him a passage right to his face and everything! So what could’ve taken place during that time…the dream lord stopped in his steps when he came to the realisation that he was prioritising you a little too highly for his own liking when in reality he should be prioritising his tools above all else for the sake of his realm, his people; Not some random human who showed him kindness and freed him from his imprisonment without asking for anything short of exacting his revenge on those who acted in accordance to Roderick in return.
However you somehow invaded his mind like a parasite that refused to leave quietly. “Gods, what have I gotten myself into now.” He muttered quietly to himself as not to arise prying ears, hoping to some miracle that this would be nothing short of a passing thought of curiosity and nothing more deeper then that. He nor his realm hasn’t got the time for such emotions that he inexplicably started feeling the moment your eyes met his own. He was an endless and you a mortal, it would’ve ended about as nicely as a Greek tragedy. Not only didn’t he have tools to retrieve but he also still had a renegade nightmare loose within the waking realm, slaughtering innocence for his own agenda to deal with swiftly; so no he didn’t have the time to deal with you or Johanna but you were both pivotal parts to leading him to his tools.
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Hey can i request a imagine with Morpheus where the reader is the Norse goddess Freyja and her wife when Morpheus was prisoner by Roderick Burgess she give birth to her son and after Morpheus escaped meet for the first time her son?
Something fluff
Absolutely! Thank you for the request! 🥰 I hope you enjoy it! 😊❤
(Requests are officially closed until the next Request Week! Thank you all for participating! 🥰)
You had many names. Aphrodite. Venus. Inanna. Bastet. Every culture and peoples had their own versions of you, but the name you most commonly went by was Freyja. Goddess of love, fertility, beauty and on some occasions warfare and death, though you never took credit for Death of the Endless' faithful duties. The Endless were above you in age and in power. Though they relied on human belief and need just as you did, theirs did not hinge on worship.
You had met Dream of the Endless by pure chance. Met and quickly fell for one another which ultimately led you here. On the balcony of the Dream Lords private quarters you looked out at the wonder and beauty of his realm, The Dreaming. Your stomach was swollen with child, had been for seven months now. Everything was sore, swollen and just plain annoying.
Dream's arms wound around you, his hands gently lifting your protruding belly up slightly, taking the weight off of your limbs and into his strong hands even of only for a moment. You sighed, at last being gifted a moment of peace, and leaned back into his chest. He chuckled, pressing his cold lips behind your ear. "You did not sleep well last night."
"No, I did not," you answered with a dry chuckle. "Your son is a creature of the night, a trait he gets from you."
"It's not very nice to keep your mother up all night," Dream chided gently, fingers smoothing over your lower stomach where he was met with gentle kicks. "He will be a handful indeed."
You nodded, pressing your head back into his and closing your eyes. "Yes, it is a good thing I shall have the mighty Dream Lord and Prince of Stories to help keep him entertained."
"Tonight, after I return from my business in the Waking World I shall help you sleep.
"Oh? Will you be gifting me tender dreams?"
He pressed a kiss to your hair. "Only the best dreams for you."
"I shall eagerly await it then."
Little did either of you know that there would be no tender dreams in yours or anyone's future for a long while. You and the most loyal among Dreams subjects searched for him night and day, diligently for nearly two months. When you had at last found him, captured by some mortal named Roderick Burgess, you had begun preparations to save him. Your armor no longer fit and your body was slow and weighed down, still you were determined to go to him.
"My Lady, is this wise?" Lucienne questioned once again as you slowly made your way down the steps of the throne, your breaths labored and your body tight.
"Most certainly not, but I will not let him suffer at the hands of these mortals." You paused in your steps, a wave of pain curling around you and nearly bringing you to your knees. "I... I have to..."
Lucienne had caught you, holding you up and helping you down the stairs quickly just as wetness began to slowly run down your thighs. "My Lady... The child..."
"No."
"Your going into labor."
"No." Tears streamed down your cheeks. "I need him here. I need to go..."
Your trusted friend and librarian somehow managed to calm you down long enough for you to sit on the bottom steps of the stairs while she and Mervyn and anyone else they could find prepared to help you bring your child into the world without Dream by your side.
Little over a century passed and Dream had finally returned home, except home was not how he'd left it. Such shouldn't have surprised him, it had been so long... but to return and find his realm nearly completely dead, all of his subjects, his creations having fled. Dream walked beside Lucienne with a heavy pit of guilt and sorrow lingering in his gut. "My wife... where is she?"
"She is in the palace, my lord. What's left of it." Lucienne sighed softly, likely anticipating his next question.
"And what of our child?" Dread curled around his lungs at the thought that the worst had happened and he had not been here to help you. "Where is my son?"
"He is within the palace as well. He has spent much of his time, as of late, searching for the lost rooms. The library, the gardens and others."
It made him feel better for only a moment as the reality came crashing down around him all too quickly. His son was alive, but Dream had missed his entire life. He would be a man now and Dream hadn't even seen him... Hadn't even gotten the chance to be a father. The tall boy was waiting for them in the ruins of the throne room, leaned over a crudely made table with papers laid out atop it. "Lucienne, do you remember where we found that last book? I'm getting closer I can feel it!"
"Forgive me, my Prince, but there is someone here you should meet."
Dream watched his son straighten up and turn, he had his mothers hair and warm complexion but his eyes were two bright blue orbs, shining in the dull light like stars. The confusion in his face dropped into pure shock as he looked upon Dream. "It's you... Father."
"Yes." Dream's eyes held his tears as he took a step toward his son. "My son... I..."
"Do not apologize," the boy said. "You are not the one at fault."
"I wish I could have been here, to watch you grow... to help raise you."
His son nodded quietly. "As do I. As does mother."
Freyja... It had been so long. "What did she name you? She and I had not come to an agreement before I..."
"Oeric." His son smiled fondly.
"Oeric," Dream repeated. "A fine name."
"You should go to her now." Oeric gestured towards the crumbling staircase leading up to the private chambers. "She's been waiting for you even longer than I have."
For a moment he couldn't move, couldn't find it in himself to turn away from the son he'd only just found. The boy seemed to understand. He took a step forward and set a gentle hand on his fathers shoulder. "Go. We will have plenty of time to get to know one another now that you are home."
Dream followed his sons soft command. Nothing had changed in the room the two of you had shared. Dust collected on everything that had not been moved since he'd disappeared. You stood out on the balcony, just as you had all those years ago. Only this time when you turned to greet him your stomach was flatter and there were tears in your eyes.
"I thought I was dreaming at last..." you whispered. "I felt you return."
"I am home," was all he seemed capable of saying as you threw yourself into him and pressed your body into his so tightly the two of you could merge into one if both of you willed it to be so. "And I shall not part with you, nor our son again."
You sighed against him. "There is much lost time to make up for."
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