#like have a little girl dressed as Ripley or something

[anotherjheastan]

Another Complicated Love Story

A Jey Uso x Rhea Ripley FanFic

Chapter 7 | Masterlist

CW mentions sex, suggestive

Chapter 8: Officially Yours

Rhea woke up, surprised she still had her head resting on Jey’s chest, his arm holding onto her. They usually both moved a bit in their sleep, but then again, they were exhausted when they finally went to bed. Rhea sat up and groaned as she stretched. She thought about last night as Jey stirred beside her, reaching for her before he slowly opened his eyes.

Rhea had gotten the two rounds she had mentioned and they showered together afterward. They were talking about starting round 3 in the shower when Jessica knocked.

Sorry to interrupt, lovebirds, but I have to use the toilet. Please don’t have sex while I’m in here.

Rhea and Jey laughed.

We won’t, Rhea replied.

Rhea smiled.

“Good morning,” Jey said as he sat up. He put his arm around her shoulder.

“Good morning,” Rhea replied. She moved over a little so she could look at him.

“That was the best sleep I had in a while,” Jey said.

“Same. It was the orgasms,” Rhea said, grinning.

Jey chuckled. “Not just that.”

He stroked her cheek and she leaned into him.

“I love you,” he said.

Rhea’s heart beat faster. “I love you.”

He smiled and leaned in. Rhea kissed him, her hand rested on his chest. She heard his stomach growl and laughed.

“Let’s get some breakfast,” Rhea said, standing up to get dressed. She only had on Jey’s pink YEET shirt.

Jey checked his phone. “More like lunch. It’s 1:10.”

“Wow. We slept late,” Rhea said.

“We went to bed late,” Jey replied.

They met each other’s eyes and grinned. They grabbed their toothbrushes to go brush their teeth.

When they left the sunroom, Jimmy, Naomi, and Jessica were on the couch.

“Oh well look who’s finally up!” Jimmy said. “We’re thinking about ordering lunch. You missed breakfast.”

“Yeah Naomi’s waffles might be better than Waffle House,” Jessica said.

“I will take that high praise,” Naomi said. “Y’all look well-rested. And happy. Everything good?”

Rhea smiled. “Yeah, everything’s good.”

“Mhmm,” Naomi said, eyeing the two of them. “Well go brush your nasty teeth. We’ll wait for y’all to order.”

“Do we have to?” Jimmy asked.

“Don’t do us like that, Big Jim!” Jey said.

“Be nice, babe,” Naomi said.

Jimmy sighed. “Well y’all hurry up.”

Jey and Rhea rushed upstairs and brushed their teeth. Everyone was craving a little something different so they ordered from Cheesecake Factory. They searched for a movie to watch while waiting for the food.

“Jess, I owe you some girl time,” Rhea said, letting go of Jey’s arm and linking it with Jessica’s.

“It’s okay! I’m having fun. I’m solidifying my friendship with Naomi and Jimmy. Maybe I’ll come visit them next time,” she said with a laugh. “But no, I’m happy you and Jey are back in a good place. I’ll even share you again tonight so I can catch up with Tony.”

“Really?” Rhea asked.

“Yeah, but you have to go to Jey’s. I heard enough in the bathroom this morning.”

Rhea buried her face in Jessica’s shoulder while everyone laughed. She smiled at Jessica.

“Tomorrow is all about you,” Rhea said.

“Maybe Naomi can join us for lunch tomorrow?” Jessica asked.

“Yeah, let’s do it, J-Girl!” Naomi said.

“My own nickname?! I won,” Jessica said.

The food arrived and after selecting a movie, they ate. Jessica and Rhea thanked Jimmy and Naomi for hosting them before heading out.

Jey carried their bags to the car and loaded the trunk. Rhea hugged and kissed him.

“I’ll see you soon,” Rhea said.

“Looking forward to it,” Jey said. “Let me know when y’all make it back.”

“Will do.”

Jey gave Jessica a hug. “It was nice meeting you. Sorry for the awkward intro.”

“No worries,” Jessica said. “Glad I didn’t have to kick you in the dick.”

Rhea busted out laughing and Jey looked confused.

“I’ll tell you later,” Rhea wheezed between laughs.

Jey went back inside. He got his stuff ready. He made sure the sunroom was cleaned up.

“I told you you don’t have to worry about that,” Naomi said.

“I can’t be a bad houseguest,” Jey said. “Thank you for everything.”

“No problem, bro,” Naomi said, giving him a hug.

“Thanks Big Jim,” Jey said, dapping him up.

“You know I got your back like chiroprat,” Jimmy said.

“If I see y’all at the New Year’s Eve party, if not before then,” Jey said.

“Deuces uces,” Jimmy and Naomi said simultaneously.

Jey shook his head and headed out the door.

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Rhea smiled as Jey’s face lit up when he answered the door. She had on a grey hoodie, a white crop top, and grey sweatpants, and white sneakers. She wanted to be daring and show up in a trench coat with nothing underneath, but she decided to play it cool for now. Things were still mending.

“Hi beautiful,” he said, taking her duffle bag.

“Hi handsome,” she replied.

She walked into the apartment. Jey went to set her bag down in his room. She walked into the kitchen to get a water bottle, but gasped when she saw the coffee maker.

“Jey, who got you this? This is a good one,” Rhea said, admiring it. She looked at the bags of coffee, some of her favorites.

“Oh whoever got this has good taste. Those are my faves. You joining the coffee crew, Uso?” Rhea said, turning around.

He came into the kitchen, beaming.

“Actually, it’s for you,” Jey said.

Rhea furrowed her brow. “For me? But I have a coffee maker.”

“I know. And tomorrow morning, you don’t have to go anywhere to get coffee.”

Rhea blushed, feeling silly for not putting two and two together.

“You bought it just for me?” Rhea asked.

Jey nodded. “Now you can take your time and stay with me a little longer.”

Rhea’s heart felt full. She gently grabbed his face and kissed him. He held her tightly and kissed her back. Rhea pulled away. She started walking backwards slowly to his room. She took her hoodie off.

“Grab two water bottles and meet me in your room. Actually…grab four. Maybe some snacks. We might be in there a while,” Rhea said. She took off her crop top. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She smiled at Jey, who looked dazed. She disappeared into his room and called out, “The water bottles, Jey.”

She giggled as she heard him scrambling. She took off the rest of her clothes and waited for him.

February 13, 2025

Jey felt nervous as he waited for Rhea to come up to the hotel suite. He had arrived yesterday to make sure the room would be decorated for their Valentine’s Day getaway. And he had a special surprise for her: a red glowing LED sign with a white backdrop asking the question “Will you be my girlfriend?”

He held a necklace in his hands - an obsidian heart shaped stone with a stainless steel back that outlined the heart with diamonds. He felt like me shouldn’t be so nervous. It wasn’t like he was proposing. He wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans for a third time.

They had chosen Charlotte since they had an episode of Raw to shoot on Monday. Now they wouldn’t have to rush. And they were close to the stadium.

Jey had been planning on decorating the room, but after last week when she mentioned that’s ready to be official, he decided to do a little something extra.

“Hello?” Rhea called as she pushed into the hotel room. “Ooo rose petals!”

Jey smiled. The petals would lead her to him. He was around the corner.

“Champagne. Nice, we’ll open that soon,” Rhea said.

Jey tried not to laugh at her commentary.

“Are you here, babe?”

“Yes, keep walking,” Jey said.

Rhea came around the corner and gasped. She covered her mouth.

“Jey, you didn’t have to do all this,” Rhea said.

“This? This is nothing. Come here,” he said.

“I’m in sweatpants! Why didn’t you tell me to dress up?”

“We’re going to dinner in a few hours. We can take pictures then.”

She stood in front of him and smiled. He held out the box. She took it.

“Do I open it now?”

“First, let me say that I’m glad we’re still together. It’s been a lot of ups and downs already and now that we’re both doing well in therapy, I feel like we can handle anything. You said you were ready to be my girlfriend and we’re here to make it official. So will you be my girlfriend, Miss Ripley?”

“I would love to be your girlfriend, Mr. Uso,” Rhea said, grinning.

“Open it,” Jey said.

Rhea gasped at the necklace. “It’s beautiful. You spoil me.”

“You deserve it,” he said.

Rhea put the necklace down and hugged him. “I love you.”

“I love you,” Jey said. He leaned in and kissed her.

“Is it too early for champagne?” Rhea asked.

“No. There’s also chocolate covered strawberries in the fridge.”

Rhea squealed excitedly and ran back to the kitchen. Jey laughed and followed her, looking forward to their long weekend together.

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Bubblegum Pink

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Girly girl!Reader

Word count: 1137

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You and Rhea had always been an odd pairing, but one that worked. Her brooding, gothic style was the complete opposite of your sunny, feminine aesthetic, but it never caused any problems between the two of you. In fact, you both liked the contrast. She loved how unapologetically girly you were, while you found her dark and edgy vibe pretty hot. 

But now, with the release of the new Barbie movie, your worlds were about to collide in a way you hadn’t anticipated.

It all started when you saw the trailer. You’d grown up with Barbie, and seeing your childhood icon brought to life on the big screen filled you with pure joy. Naturally, you couldn’t wait to see it. Even more so, you couldn’t wait to share the experience with Rhea.

One night over dinner, as you twirled your fork through your salad, you casually brought it up. “So, the Barbie movie comes out this weekend. Want to come with me?”

Rhea, who had been chewing on a piece of steak, glanced up at you with raised eyebrows. “Barbie?” she repeated, her tone filled with playful disbelief.

You nodded eagerly, eyes sparkling with excitement. “Yeah! It’s going to be so much fun. I was thinking we could, like, dress up a little for it? You know, something pink and Barbie-like. What do you think?”

Rhea leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms with a smirk. “Pink and Barbie-like, huh?” Her dark lipstick accentuated her teasing smile. “Babe, I don’t really do… pink. Or Barbie.”

You felt a pang of disappointment in your chest, but you didn’t let it show. You knew Rhea was right—dressing up in something so opposite of her usual style was a big ask. “I know, I know,” you laughed, trying to brush it off. “It’s okay, I was just being silly. You don’t have to. We can just go as ourselves.”

But deep down, you’d been hoping she might at least entertain the idea. Not because you wanted her to change, but because it would’ve been fun to share this experience together, dressing up and embracing the moment.

The rest of the week passed without much mention of the movie. You noticed Rhea hadn’t brought it up again, and you didn’t want to press her about it either. You told yourself it didn’t matter—after all, what was important was that she was coming with you, not what she wore. Still, a tiny part of you couldn’t shake the wish that she might try, just a little, to embrace your world the way you always embraced hers.

The day of the movie finally arrived, and you woke up early, excited to get ready. You’d been planning your outfit for days—a dreamy, pink flowy dress with cute accessories, glittery heels, and even a sparkly headband to tie it all together. As you looked at yourself in the mirror, you smiled at your reflection, feeling like you’d just stepped out of a Barbie dreamhouse.

But when you turned around to check your phone, your stomach twisted a little. Rhea hadn’t said anything yet, and you weren’t sure if she was going to dress up at all. Maybe you had been silly to even hope she would.

You tried not to let it get to you as you waited for her in the living room, adjusting your purse strap and fidgeting with your phone. When you finally heard her footsteps, you stood up, ready to go, but bracing yourself for her usual all-black attire.

As expected, Rhea came in wearing her typical style—black jeans, a black band tee, and combat boots. Her dark eyeliner and signature smirk were firmly in place. But something caught your eye, and you blinked, not sure if you were seeing things.

Pink socks.

They were subtle, barely peeking out from the tops of her boots, but they were there. Bright, unmistakable, bubblegum pink socks. You stared for a second, processing the sight, and then your heart swelled.

Rhea shifted on her feet, her smirk faltering just a little as she noticed your reaction. “Don’t say anything,” she grumbled, glancing away with a slight blush rising in her cheeks. “It’s just socks.”

You were speechless for a moment, but then a wide, beaming smile spread across your face. “Rhea…” you whispered, your voice soft with affection. “You didn’t have to do that.”

She shrugged, still trying to play it off. “I know, but I figured, you know, it’s important to you. And they’re just socks. Not like I’m wearing a pink dress or anything.”

Your chest tightened with emotion. It wasn’t about the socks—it was about the gesture. Rhea had seen how much this movie and dressing up meant to you, and while she didn’t go all out, she’d made an effort. She’d stepped out of her comfort zone for you, even if in a small way, and that meant everything.

You rushed forward and threw your arms around her, squeezing her tight. “Thank you,” you murmured against her chest, your eyes stinging with happy tears. “This means more than you know.”

Rhea wrapped her arms around you, chuckling softly as she pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “You’re lucky I love you,” she teased, though her voice was warm and tender.

You pulled back slightly, looking up at her with a playful grin. “I know I am.” You glanced down at her boots again, eyeing the pink socks with a twinkle in your eye. “And for the record, pink looks good on you.”

Rhea rolled her eyes, but there was a hint of amusement in her expression. “Don’t get used to it, alright?”

“Too late,” you teased back, leaning up to press a kiss to her cheek.

With her arm around your waist, the two of you headed out the door. As you walked hand in hand to the car, you couldn’t help but feel like this day was going to be even more special than you’d imagined. Rhea might not be covered head-to-toe in pink, but she’d met you halfway. She’d made the effort, and that was more than enough to make your heart burst with love.

As you drove to the theatre, Rhea glanced over at you, taking in how happy and radiant you looked. “Alright, so what’s this movie actually about? Are we gonna sit through two hours of Barbie just being… Barbie?”

You giggled. “Oh, you’ll see. There’s a lot more to Barbie than you think.”

Rhea smirked, giving your hand a squeeze as she rested her arm over the console. “As long as I get to see you happy, I’ll sit through whatever you want, babe.”

And just like that, with her pink socks slightly hidden under her boots, you knew you had the best girlfriend in the world by your side.

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🖤 Pairing: Damian Priest x Black!f!Reader 🖤 Summary: Sequel to Breeding. During the pregnancy, the soon- to-be-parents navigate their way through superstitions, a gender reveal, and TikTok videos. 🛑 Warnings: None 🖤 Tag list: @pittieprincess22If, @cyberdejos2, @brideofinfamy, @rainbowdreams-x, @headcaseproductions1, @bearbutlikeprincessbear If you’d like to be added, please click here! 🖤 Requested By: @wrestlingbaby Hope you enjoy! 🖤 MASTERLIST

First Trimester

“Wait, wait, wait,” Damian interrupted, rubbing his forehead. “So you’re saying … you’re saying I can’t tell my parents we’re having a baby for another month?”

“I’m not saying you can’t,” his girlfriend replied. The two of them sat on the very couch she’d told him she was pregnant on, facing each other. “I’m saying it’s something we do in my culture. It’s a practice that’s been passed down for—”

“It’s a superstition,” Damian remarked.

She rolled her eyes. “Fine, whatever, it’s a superstition. All I’m asking is that you please respect that. And I really don’t think I’m asking too much. It’s one month.” Damian sighed, gazing softly at her, and really, she’d known he would cave the whole time, but she had to let him get his argument in.

“Alright,” he conceded, “but, hey.” He pointed at her. “Thirteen weeks and a day, and I’m callin’ my mom.”

She giggled. “Of course.”

“And I’m not letting her yell at me the whole time either.”

She gasped, hand on her chest. “You would honestly make your pregnant girlfriend—” Damian tilted his head, eyes wide. “Okay, fine. Crybaby.”

Now he was offended, and he lunged at her suddenly. Even for his giant frame, he was somehow still so gentle and careful with her as he laid her back on the cushions. He kissed her lips, her cheeks, eyes, and all she could do was smile. She might have even purred. Damian moved down her body, avoiding her breasts after her complaint that her nipples were too sensitive to even be looked at, lifting up her shirt when he came to her belly. He kissed her cocoa skin before laying his head down. She brushed her fingers through his soft hair.

“I’m just excited about Damian Junior,” he mumbled against her belly button.

“I am not naming my child Damian Junior,” his girlfriend replied.

“Yeah, well, we can talk about it.”

“The hell we will,” she uttered to herself. And to Damian she said, “I probably shouldn’t even ask, but if it’s a girl—”

“Damina.”

“Oh, lord.”

“Junior.”

“Okay, get off me.” 

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Second Trimester

The party was a little more complex and involved than she’d wanted, but who was she to deny Damian a wrestling-themed gender reveal? Their backyard was beautiful grass, followed by soft sand, and finally, the warm, salty ocean. Usually. Today there was an almost-regulation size wrestling ring surrounded by comfortable chairs, which is where everyone was gathered as Rhea Ripley made her entrance. Her gear was a lot less risqué and a hell of a lot more pink, and she represented a baby girl. Dominik Mysterio was next, greeted by boos simply because of who he was, dressed in blue, representing a baby boy.

Damian and his girlfriend sat in the front row, Damian with his arm around her shoulders, as they watched the match. Rhea and Dom went back and forth for a short while, entertaining the crowd, before it was time for the big reveal. They performed an intricate sequence, which ended in Rhea successfully executing a Riptide, and after a three-count, she was declared the winner, and the baby revealed to be a girl. Damian and his girlfriend turned to each other, both smiling wildly as they hugged one another. She couldn’t help but boast that she’d known all along, Damian rolling his eyes, mumbling for her to take it easy.

The following week on Raw, Damian’s girlfriend watching on television from their home as a surprising bout of morning sickness had prevented her from traveling with him, Damian made his normal entrance. But at the end, he turned his back to the camera that was zooming in, and on the back of the leather jacket he wore were the words girl dad. When again he faced the camera, he winked at the lens, and his girlfriend, now a sobbing mess on the couch, knew it was for her. 

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Third Trimester

Damian set his phone on the counter, making sure his girlfriend was in the frame as she was washing dishes before he pressed record. He approached her from behind, brushing her braids from her shoulder so he could pepper butterfly kisses along the crook of her neck. His big hands slid under her swollen belly and he lifted, relieving the pressure on her back, and her hands fell into the soapy water as she all but collapsed against him. Damian chuckled.

“Oh, wow,” his girlfriend moaned.

“How’s that feel?” Damian asked, though the answer was obvious. 

“You know you’re gonna have to stay like this until I push this baby out, right?” she replied, hardly kidding.

“Absolutely,” Damian replied. “I would do anything for the ladies in my life.” Their daughter chose that moment to kick against his hand a few times, and his embrace tightened around them both. “She must’ve heard me.”

“She always kicks when you’re close.”

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Damian officially announced the birth of their daughter on Instagram three months after her birth, though the WWE community’s speculation was always on point. The photo was only of the baby’s tiny feet, his thumb and his girlfriend’s thumb also in the frame, and it received over a million likes. Their family hadn’t seen the baby either, according to another cultural superstition, which had caused a bit of an outcry on his side, but he’d stood his ground—it was important to the mother of his child, which meant it was important to him.

“She’s perfect,” Damian quietly said as the couple stood beside their daughter's crib, simply watching her sleep.

“Because she’s part you,” his girlfriend said. 

Damian smiled, hugging her to him. “And part you.” A moment of silence and then, “Little Damina.”

“That is not her name!”

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I Don’t Wanna Live Forever Pt.1

Rhea Ripley x Fem Prostitute!Reader

WARNINGS: SMUT 18+, ANGST, Oral Sex (R Receiving), Fingering (R Receiving), Strap On Sex (R Receiving), Prostitution, Mentions Of Abusive Pimp and Past Trauma, Confessions

PREFACE: Reader was Rhea's favorite girl to call on a Saturday night, but little did she know that the wrestler was falling harder and harder with each visit

A/N: Flashbacks In Italics!

As we stumbled into her bedroom, our hands were all over each other, as our lips met in yet another heated exchange. I pull away briefly to get on my knees, when she stops me.

"Not tonight", she exhaled,

I pout playfully.

"You never let me go down on you"

"Cause that's my job"

My eyebrows furrow at the irony of that sentence.

Rhea had been my main client for the last year. She'd always pay the most, which got her the longest sessions, so I wasn't complaining...except for the fact that I was getting attached.

I couldn't deny it. From the first night we spent together, I knew she wasn't just a regular client. We'd just got done going at it for hours and just when I go to gather my clothes, she stops me.

"You don't have to leave yet", she breathes out,

Leaving me confused.

"I'm sorry?"

"I mean, we could just lay here a while"

This was a first. As obvious as it sounded, I've gotten accustomed to being hastily shoed away right after my sessions, that I was genuinely caught off guard.

"Are you sure?"

"Why not? Do you have any other clients to attend to?"

"Not tonight", I answered,

Suddenly overcome with a new found shyness.

She offered a small smile, before taking me by the hand back to bed. The rest of the evening, I laid in her arms, as she slowly caressed the expanse of my back. We didn't talk or do much of anything past that, besides enjoy the gentle silence and for the first time in what felt like ages, I felt like a person again.

Not just entertainment for someone's pleasure or something to be used. A person.

I know that might not make much sense, but when you've spent so long feeling like you've had to fight for your life everyday, the simple things remind you that it's worth living.

But that in and of itself was a double-edged sword. I couldn't get too used to the comforts I find, cause I knew it was only a matter of time before it gets taken away from me or I end up ruining a good thing for myself. I knew the pains of being used and left behind like trash on the road and I couldn't allow myself to go through that again.

When the morning came, we were still entangled in each other's limbs under the sheets and as much as I wish I could just stay in that moment for longer, I knew my boss would get pissed at me if I missed an appointment.

So with that, I carefully slipped out of her grasp and got dressed, before leaving.

It didn't take long before she booked me again for the following Saturday.

And the one after that and the one after that. With each passing meet, we slowly got to know each other past the physical things like her job, her interests, etc.

"Why'd you get into wrestling?" I asked,

As she lit my cigarette for me.

"Well, I had to do something with this strength...besides carrying pretty girls like you into my room", she teased,

Bringing a blush to my face.

"You say that to all your girls", I challenged,

"No...just my favorite"

Her thumb gently tracing back and forth on my thigh.

Yes, the actual sex was good, but nothing beats what happens afterwards. The talks, the cuddling, the smoking on her balcony. It was all I could want and more.

Which only made it all the more harder to swallow the feelings that were desperately trying to claw their way out of me. I even asked my boss if he could start booking me with other people instead for the sake of not jeopardizing anything, but of course, that wasn't how things worked.

"You're making demands now? You think you're someone special?"

"I didn't mean it like that-"

"You want this job?"

"Yes, but-"

"Tough shit, then. You take what I give you or you walk. You need me more than I need you. I don't care how pretty that face is. You ain't getting special treatment", he said,

Slamming the door in my face.

I was just gonna have to figure it out on my own, whilst pretending like everything was fine, which brings us back to where we were now.

"Plus, you'll ruin the surprise"

She slips my top off over my head, before helping me out my skirt.

"Look at you", she whispered,

Pulling me in by hips, before kissing me once more.

She eventually backed me up against the bed, whilst I unbuttoned her blouse. My eyes wander up and down her inked skin, as my tongue swiped over my top lip in anticipation. I licked a stripe all the way up her abdomen, before eventually meeting her mouth with mine. Her fingers get a grip on my roots, gently pulling my head back to leave wet kisses against my neck.

One thing about Rhea is that she's passionate in the way she touches. She wants me melting before she even truly got started.

She reaches behind me, undoing my bra, as I worked to get my underwear down. I then tug at her sports bra, signaling that I wanted it gone, to which she tugs it off and drops it at our feet. My mouth immediately wraps around one of her stiff buds, causing quiet groans to escape her smeared lips.

"That's it", she praised,

Cradling my head and gently sitting me down. I undo her jeans and pull them down, revealing the surprise in question.

"When did you get this?"

"Came in this morning", she said answered,

Brushing a strand behind my ear.

It was a good length and the thickness was sure to leave me feeling this night well into tomorrow. She's used toys on me before, but nothing quite like this.

"Mind getting it ready for me, darling?"

I chew at my bottom lip, looking up at her with a mischievous grin, before taking the strap into my hand and running my tongue over the tip.

Her eyes stared daggers into my bare skin, taking in every second of the little show I was putting on. Eventually, she pulls away and gets me on my hands and knees. I hear shuffling and just as I go to turn to see what she was doing, I feel her tongue press against my soaked heat. I let out a gasp, feeling the cold metal of her piercing rub against my clit.

Her fingers began rubbing up and down my entrance and with no resistance left in the way, she pushes two digits into me, pressing directly against my sweet spot.

"Oh, God!", I cried,

"He can't hear you", she smiled against me,

Sending chills up my spine.

She spends a good few minutes between my legs bringing me closer and closer to edge and at the very last second, she pulls away with a huff. I whine at the loss of her touch, but she was quick to soothe me.

"Patience, love", she exhales,

Wiping her mouth of my taste and reaching over to shove them in my mouth. I couldn't have accepted faster.

"So good", she says,

Pressing kiss after kiss against my shoulders and back, whilst lining up the toy with my slit. She thrusted into me in one swift motion, shamelessly ripping a scream of her name out of me.

It wasn't long till her momentum picked up and she was repeatedly hitting the spot I needed most. The tight grip she had on my hips would surely leave marks, but did I care? No. I was so engulfed in the pleasure, that all possible consequences ceased to exist.

She then reaches under me and began toying with my already-sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Rhea!", I cried out,

Grabbing behind for one of her hands.

I was at the brink of coming fully undone and it didn't help that her pace only grew more relentless with each pound.

"I'm here, darling", she groaned.

Unbeknownst to me, her own core was rubbing against the harness, meaning she was also chasing a high of her own.

"God, the things you do to me", she praised,

Biting down on my skin, which added even more fuel to the fire that was consuming me whole. The knot in the pit of my stomach was on the verge of snapping apart and I knew she could tell I was close.

"Do it. Fuck, cum!", she moaned,

And with that, I was hurled over the edge along side with her. She kept going, allowing me to ride the orgasm to its last legs, before we both fell against the sheets.

I desperately tried to catch any breath my lungs would allow, as she did the same, holding me in her arms. It took a few moments, but eventually, my vision found its way back to me, despite still seeing stars from how intense it all was.

After allowing me to fully calm, she gently pulls out, making me whine at the sore emptiness.

She soothed my aches with a few quiet hushes, whilst turning me to hold my frame in her arms.

"You did so well", she reassured,

Kissing me softly.

The remainder of the night we had left was spent with her just holding me.

Something about tonight felt different. She was more quiet compared to how she usually was.

"Something on your mind?", I asked,

Looking up into her eyes.

"Nothing. Just you"

There goes my heart again, drumming against the walls of my chest.

"Could I ask you something?"

I nodded against her bicep, not tearing my eyes away from hers.

"Do you ever wish it could just be this?"

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know. Just...you and me?"

My heart went from beating at the speed of light to a sudden pause.

"Rhea"

I sit up, pulling the comforter to cover myself.

"I've just been thinking about it", she continued,

"I like you, (Y/N). It's all I've been able to think about"

"You don't mean that"

"I do", she takes my hand into hers,

"That isn't how this works", I sighed.

I could tell she could sense the reluctancy and indecision in my voice.

"We'll never know if we don't try", she argued,

And at this point, I could feel myself holding back tears threatening to spill.

"You pay for my time and I service you. That's it"

She turns away and that's when I knew it was over. I managed to destroy what could be my last shot at something worth living for.

"I'm sorry", I said,

Stepping out of bed.

Not wanting wallow in the mess I made any longer, I simply just got dressed and left without another word. As painful as it was to go for the very last time, I knew it was for the better.

Or so I thought.

[fandomfucker]

Do you think you could do one for Rhea were it’s all about how she posts about her girlfriend on social media? Like she posts about her girl and the fans just go wild for it? Can make it fluff, smut, whatever takes your fancy. Could be headcannons if you want? ❤️‍🔥🌸

YES!! I love this one cause I literally think about these things all the time. Doing headcannons so I can fit more in🫡

Lemme know if yall want a part 2!

I've said it before, I'll say it again; Rhea loves doing TikTok trends with you

Whether you're running into her and she swings you around or your eyes are inches away from her tits, she loves them and she loves the reactions ya'll get from the fans

She constantly reposts fanart of not just the two of you, but fanart of just you

There's even some of you and her dogs which she commissioned the og artists to paint on a canvas so she could put them up around the house

And edits of course

She lives for the edits people make of you

You're not super active on twitter however Rhea will always find some way to flirt with you on every single post you make, no matter what its about. A winking emoji, some heart eyes, or the filthiest implications

and the mosherz always go batshit when she does it

she also reposts ever single one of your posts to hype you up no matter what it is

She also loves to just take pictures/videos of you when you're completely unaware and just totally natural because those are the things she loves most about you

Every milestone post has a caption so long most people dont even bother to finish reading it

of course its all about how much she loves you and how proud she is of you but omg its so long

she will bully the fuck out of anyone leaving even the slightest mean comment

like to the point they delete their account

she just loves to show you off every chance she gets

because you're hers and she's yours and everyone needs to know that

every thirst pic/video she posts goes to you first so you're always the first to see them

You also get bonus content thats not posted😉

sometimes you'll be in one of her tiktoks or thirst posts from Raw (or a ppv) and the caption is always something super raunchy that makes the fans freak out for the next few weeks

or until the next post

You've been obsessed with the Harley Quinn show on Max recently so for Halloween you made Rhea dress up as the Poison Ivy to your Harley Quinn

You won best costume and there was tons of fanart made of the two of you as them

You like to do face masks and you wanted Rhea to join you but she'd only do it if you would agree to do a little photoshoot with her with them on for her insta

She also took a little polaroid of you to keep in her wallet

On that note, when you revealed that Rhea keeps one of those mini photo albums for polaroids in her carry-on (no matter where she goes) FILLED with polaroids of you, you and the dogs, or the occasional ones of the two of you, or all four of you, Twitter blew up

it was all anyone could talk about for weeks

"The cutest thing ever!!😍 Rhea loves her SO MUCH😭"

SHE. LOVES. TO. SHOW. YOU. OFF.

She has "Belongs to Y/F/N" in her bio on all socials

Constantly taking pictures of you because "you're just so beautiful, babe"

The fans are in love with how in love you are

Like its a fairytale and they're living for it

She constantly talks about you in interviews and always reposts those clips specifically so that just in case people didn't watch/listen to that particular instance of her gushing about you, now they have

The fans cosplay as the two of you just like they do with Rhea and Dom

you are THE it couple

Everyone wishes they were you

When you got engaged, you changed your name in your insta bio to Mrs. Ripley and the fans actually went insane

like to the point that the official WWE accounts got involved

[ripleysream]

Stupid Adoration

rhea ripley x female reader

tw: smut, and i guess thats it

"You look nice," Y/N whispered, wrapping her arms around Rhea's waist.

Rhea wrapped her arms around Y/N's shoulders, pulling her in closely as she whispered, "You're looking good too, Y/N..."

"Thank you," Y/N mumbled, turning around to face the cameras, giving them a few smiles.

Rhea chuckled lightly, finding Y/N's demeanor to be very charming. She ran a hand through Y/N's hair and leaned in slightly. "Always a charmer, aren't you?"

Once the pictures were done, Rhea let go of Y/N quickly, taking a cigarette from her pocket.

Y/N glanced over at the cigarette in curiosity, noticing the slight change in Rhea's demeanor once they were done with the photos. "You... smoke a lot, don't you?"

Rhea took a drag from the cigarette, closing her eyes as she exhaled a plume of smoke. "Yeah, I do. It helps me calm my nerves before a big match, to be honest."

Y/N sighed. "Can you at least pretend to be in love with me?" Y/N asked while Rhea smirked, lighting her cigarette again.

Rhea chuckled again as she exhaled a lungful of smoke, the corner of her lips curving into a smirk. "You just can't get enough of me, can you?" She then leaned in towards Y/N, dropping an arm around her shoulder as she whispered in her ear, "Fine, I'll pretend, for your sake."

Y/N tried her best not to take Rhea's words seriously. She knew how Rhea's mind worked. She slept with a bunch of girls, made them fall in love, and then broke their hearts in no time. Y/N was not willing to be one of her victims. But damn, it was so hard not to fall for her.

A few weeks ago, they were drunk at an after-party at Dominik's house, and they had a big make-out session, not caring about people watching. The next morning, the pictures were all over the internet, and now Rhea and Y/N were in some kind of fake relationship for WWE. They barely saw each other outside of work and events like this when they had to attend together.

Rhea stood around, staring at other girls when she should have been paying attention to Y/N. "I thought you would stop smoking," Y/N said when they were in their dressing room, watching Rhea lean against a vanity.

Rhea didn't respond immediately as she took another drag from her cigarette, clearly not caring how much smoke was billowing around them. She exhaled slowly, the smoke drifting from her lips in a small cloud.

Then she finally spoke, her voice casual and dismissive. "What can I say? The bad habits stick. Besides, it helps me stay focused." Rhea glanced over at Y/N, her gaze lingering for a moment before moving elsewhere again. "Can't have me going out there half-distracted, can we?"

"You're so annoying. When are we gonna fucking break up?" Y/N groaned, pacing around the room. Rhea grabbed her by her hips, pulling Y/N into her. Rhea's lips tasted like beer and mint. They always did. And Y/N loved it. Her kisses were always rough and needy, especially when she was mad. Y/N used to throw around the word 'breakup' just to get her a little mad. Y/N didn't want their relationship to end. She told herself she just liked the attention, but a part of her knew Rhea had a soft spot for her too.

Rhea responded with frustration, her grip on Y/N's hips tightening as she held Y/N closer against her. Their kisses were rough and insistent, fueled by a mix of annoyance and something else that they both refused to acknowledge.

Finally, as they broke apart for air, Rhea looked into Y/N's eyes, a hint of uncertainty in her gaze. "You really want us to break up? Or are you just looking for a reaction?"

Y/N stayed silent as they pulled away, her gaze locked with Rhea's, and her heart beat erratically in her chest. She couldn't deny it; there was a part of her that didn't want it to end. "I don't know... Do you want to break up?"

Rhea couldn't help but smirk at Y/N's response, the mixture of defiance and vulnerability in her eyes only serving to fuel the fire between them. "You're playing with fire, Y/N. You know that, right?" She released her grip on Y/N's hips but didn't fully let her go, her fingers remaining on the bare skin between her shirt and skirt, tracing small circles on the exposed flesh.

"We're not having sex in the dressing room," Y/N said, pulling away from Rhea, who stared at her for a second.

Rhea chuckled, her smirk only growing wider as Y/N pulled away. "Always the responsible one, aren't you?" She pushed off from the vanity and sauntered over to Y/N, her eyes dark and intense as she looked down at her. "But you can't deny the... tension between us."

Y/N wiped off her lipstick from Rhea's mouth and her own, which had smeared a bit. Y/N fixed Rhea's hair and shirt, then grabbed her hand, guiding them out of the dressing room. "Where are we going?" she asked, interlocking their fingers.

Rhea followed along with a mix of curiosity and amusement on her face, letting Y/N take the lead as they left the dressing room. "Dinner. There are going to be cameras," she whispered.

After the fake dinner, Y/N and Rhea stood in the hallway of Y/N's apartment. The lights were low, but the light from the windows escaped and reflected in Rhea's blue eyes, the ones Y/N had fallen for.

Rhea leaned against the wall, her arms crossed, and her face illuminated by the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the window. "We're alone now."

"Rhea, I don't want to do this anymore."

Rhea's expression shifted from casual nonchalance to something more guarded. "What do you mean?"

"Rhea... I really like you, and it's obvious you don't feel the same, and it sucks becaus—" Y/N was stopped by Rhea with a fierce kiss, her lips pressing against Y/N's with a hunger that betrayed her earlier indifference. Without realizing it, they made their way into Y/N's apartment.

Rhea's fingers dug into the flesh of Y/N's thighs, her touch possessive and desperate. "Don't you dare finish that sentence..." Rhea resumed the kiss, her mouth more demanding and insistent than before. Their bodies moved together in a familiar dance, each kiss and touch only fueling the fire that burned between them.

"I like you too, Y/N. So, so fucking much. Haven't you noticed?" Rhea whispered.

Y/N gasped as Rhea's words finally broke through the haze of desire that had consumed her. "You've never said it before. How was I supposed to know?" She tangled her fingers in Rhea's hair. "Don't lie to me."

Rhea growled her response, her voice rough and filled with lust and frustration. "I'm not lying." Their tongues tangled together again, but Rhea broke the kiss just long enough to speak. "I need you. Right now." Rhea led them to the bedroom; she already knew the way.

Rhea sits Y/N on the bed, kissing her slowly this time, her hands go down to the zipper behind Y/N's skirt. "Can I take this off?"

"Yes, please." Y/N didn't want to seem desperate, but she was.

Rhea chuckled at Y/N's desperate tone, the sound low and sultry in her throat. "You're so eager..." She took off her skirt, throwing it somewhere in the room.

Y/N arched her back, pressing her body up into Rhea's touch. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this..."

Rhea smirked against her skin, nipping playfully at the sensitive flesh before pulling away to look down at her. "Oh, I think I have an idea." She leaned down again, her mouth finding a new spot on Y/N's collarbone to lavish with kisses and small bites while taking off her shirt, revealing a matching black lingerie set. "Did you know this would happen?"

"It's not like we see each other a lot... I wanted it to happen." Y/N pulled Rhea down to stop her from asking any more questions. Rhea's hands felt like they could burn Y/N's skin at any moment. Rhea's fingers were agile in removing her bra from behind, and Rhea let her lips meet Y/N's hard nipple, while her tattooed fingers paid attention to the other. "Fuck..." Y/N cursed, the sound muffled against Rhea's lips, her back arching against the bed.

"Already at the cursing stage, are we?" Rhea returned her lips to Y/N's, but this time one of her hands went to her panties, already soaked. "Please, Rhea." It was almost embarrassing how wet Y/N was, but she wanted Rhea to know how badly she wanted it.

Two of Rhea's fingers pumped in and out, Y/N was so wet that it wasn't difficult for Rhea to put a third finger in, while watching the smaller girl wriggling in pleasure underneath her body. It didn't take long for Y/N to arch her back violently, cumming all over Rhea's fingers. Her brain seemed to have shut down for a few seconds while her body shook, relieving that almost electric sensation. "Fuck!" She yelled, her body still in a trance.

Rhea smirked against her skin, her hands and lips continuing their way on her body. "You sound so beautiful, you know that? I could listen to you moan like that all night." And that was enough for Y/N to cum all over Rhea's fingers.

"You're so beautiful," Y/N whispered against Rhea's neck, feeling her face burn red.

Rhea's breath hitched at her words, her body shuddering slightly at the feeling of her breath against her skin. Rhea couldn't remember the last time someone she knew called her beautiful, and coming from Y/N, it hit her deeper than she would have expected. "You're going to be the death of me, you know that?" Rhea's kisses moved down from Y/N's chest to her thighs. She inhaled a sharp breath, feeling Rhea's tongue on her slit.

Y/N wasn't even recovered yet from the first orgasm, but Rhea down there was enough to turn her on again. Her tongue did wonders to Y/N every time, and it was so hard to keep it together when Rhea's dark gaze met hers, watching every reaction.

"You taste so good," Rhea whispered, rubbing her lips gently against Y/N's. She closed her eyes, trying to catch her breath as Rhea's hands went to her legs, holding them. "You have no idea. So sweet." She held Y/N's legs in place, her fingers tracing small, absent-minded patterns on her soft clit. She nipped at Y/N's bottom lip, unable to help herself from wanting another taste. "God, you drive me crazy."

Y/N pushed Rhea to the bed and smiled while watching Y/N unbutton her jeans with such ability. "Are you trying to ride my leg?"

"Maybe." She teased, a playful gleam in her eyes as she looked down at Rhea, her voice low and sultry. "Why? You want me to?"

As Y/N straddled her lap, Rhea reached up to grasp her hips, pulling her down on top of her, their bodies flush together. She could feel how wet Y/N was on her leg. Rhea's fingers made their way to her bare back, pulling her closer against her. "You're teasing me. You know what that does to me." She rocked her hips up against Y/N's pussy, the friction driving her mad with need.

Y/N started moving faster, and Rhea's thumb went to her clit, easily rubbing it in circles. Y/N couldn't hold back anymore, and in seconds, she yelled and came again, letting her sweaty body fall against Rhea, who let out a chuckle while holding her shaky figure.

"Don't be lying... please..." Y/N said more to herself than to Rhea before lifting her head in Rhea's arms and pressing her lips to the wrestler's.

Rhea held her tighter against her body, their bodies still pressed together. She could feel the tremors still running through Y/N's body, matching her own. She held her close, peppering kisses to the top of her head, her voice still ragged but filled with sincerity. "I'm not lying, Y/N. I mean it."

"Do you want me to... touch you?" Y/N whispered, trailing her hand down Rhea, her body instinctively arching up toward the touch. But something held her back, and she was quick to grab Y/N's hand in hers.

"You don't have to... We can just..." Rhea struggled to find the words. She met Y/N's gaze. "...Just stay like this, for a while. Just lie here with me." Rhea pulled Y/N down again, her head resting against her chest, grounding her in the moment.

_____

Hi, this is my first time writing about Rhea Ripley, who has been my obsession for the past few months. English is not my first language, so please excuse any spelling mistakes and things like that. If you'd like to request any themes for me to write about, just let me know. My life is a bit chaotic because of college and work, but I'll try my best. I hope you enjoy it :)

[ripleyfilms]

SACRIFICAL ANGEL

pairing. rhea ripley x fem!reader

synopsis. there was something about her the moment you two met. she was strong, intimidating, and breathtaking. she was everything you wanted, but was she worth the risk?

tags. friends to lovers, dirty talk slay, shitty boyfriend?, aggressive!rhea, bi!reader.

warnings. eighteen plus — heavy cheating themes, sexual content, fingering, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, cursing, shame kink, slightly manipulative!rhea, mentions of penetration.

“Are you telling me to stop?” Her strong frame caged you in like you were prey and she was nothing but a wild animal going for the kill. Skillful fingers playing with the hem of your dress wanting nothing more than to rip it clean down the middle. Both of your palms laid flat on her chest, trying to create some space, but Rhea wrapped them around her neck, using your body to best of her advantage. Taking any opportunity to get as close to you as she could. 

“He’s waiting for you, isn’t he? Waiting for his good girl, yeah?” Rhea purred in your ear, the sultry in her voice never failing to get you exactly where you need to be. Soft lips sucking on the sweet spot just beneath your ear, teeth nibbling at the sensitive skin, making you whine for her as her tongue soothed the bite. 

She pinned you against the door harder, hips continuing to press into hers  until she had your legs wrapped around her waist, and your hands woven into her hair. Pulling at it every time she bites you was music to her ears. Your hips grinding into her, whining like a cat in heat as you felt what she’s packing. 

“Is this what you’ve been dreaming about, huh? Me fucking you while your pathetic little boyfriend is  entertaining everyone else — is that what you want?” She taunted you, but all you did was whine as her assault on you continued.

“He doesn’t know how weak you are for me. My little princess in the palm of my hand.” 

She pulls always from your neck, lips pressed against your ear, ready to torture you with the voice you’d be on your knees for. 

“Begging and waiting for me to give you everything you need. Isn’t that right?” She smacked your ass, nails digging through the fabric, desperate to have you out of it. 

Eagerly, you nodded in response. 

“I bet you’re just dripping  for me to split this pussy right open. Fuck her the way she deserves.” Rhea nibbled on your ear before she whispered, “Is this cunt dripping for me? For your Mommy?” 

“Yes, it’s always for you. All for Mommy.” You pulled Rhea’s hair, needing to feel more. You finally accepted your feelings and you craved to feel her in any way you could. 

Every touch felt like it was the first. The explosiveness in your stomach, the head rush every time her lips connected with your body — this was how it was supposed to feel. It physically made you ache in pain knowing who you were betraying but the woman in front of you was it. 

No one else could compare, they never could. Rhea was one of a kind, a sweet precious diamond you wanted to keep near and dear to you.

But tonight, she would remind you just how sharp her edges truly were. 

“Just say the word, princess. Fuck, I want to make you cum, angel. Are you going to let Mommy make a mess?” 

“Please.” It was all Rhea needed, before she maneuvered you on the bed, enjoying  the erratic movements of your hips against your body before she threw you on the bed  as easily as a ragdoll.

The confirmation you needed her just as badly had her reeling. The rush of power she felt pumping through her veins, knowing you wanted her was all the satisfaction she would ever need. 

“Are you really that much of a needy fucking brat you’re going to let me fuck you right here? You’re going to let me take whatever I want while your pitiful, little boyfriend is waiting for you?”Rhea sat back on her calves, almost as if she wanted you to come to her.

Thighs on full display, broad shoulders pushed back.  “You’re going to let Mommy do whatever she wants with you tonight. Such a good little slut for me.” 

You nodded eagerly. Only wanting to please her. 

“Take off your dress, baby.” Rhea demanded, tongue peaking out as she ran it over her teeth, eyeing you like you were her last meal. 

You carefully picked it by the hem before throwing it over your head, leaving you with nothing but a pair of lace panties, The only piece of integrity left, hanging on a very thin line, but now there was nothing stopping her now. You matched her stance with far less clothes adorning your body, as you waited her to do as she pleased. 

You should feel regretful, or even a little bit shameful. It was your boyfriend’s big celebration, his entire family and friends congratulating him on his biggest accomplishment and all you craved was to please the woman in front of you.

To let her mold you into whatever she desired - no longer able to contain your wants and needs for her. 

Rhea was someone you never be able to let go of. It was that simple, but you knew regardless, he would feel justified in your wrongs. 

“Fuck.” Taking you in, Rhea couldn’t believe it, you were just as beautiful as she remembered. A painting she only dreamed of, so perfect and precious as she looked into your dreamy eyes.

Part of her couldn’t believe it. Truly, you were here — for her and her alone. 

 She sunk two of her fingers inside her mouth before sucking on them sweetly, her mischievous eyes never leaving your own until she pulled them off with a pop. 

“You look just as perfect, but do you taste as sweet?” Rhea pushed you until you were laying on your back, spreading your legs wide as the wrestler positioned herself, careful to not put her entire weight on you. “Tell me, does he ever eat you out?” The smugness in her tone and the way she ran her finger down the middle of your chest told you she already knew the answer. 

But this is Rhea, and she loved to play with her food. She wanted you helpless and crying out before she put you out of your misery. She wanted to bend you so far, you’d be afraid of snapping. The dominant side of her took over and you could see it in her eyes – how she wanted to completely and utterly devour you until there wasn’t anything left. 

Then, she would do it all over again. 

“Aw, have you gone mute, baby?” Her tattooed hand slapped your covered cunt, causing you to shriek. Rhea laughed while she teased you even further. “Do you need to be reminded of how it feels to cum again? I know that little boy toy of yours even knows where a clit is.” 

Softly, her lips kissing along your neck before finding purchase on your lips, kissing you confidently, assured you would accept anything she'd have to offer. Your hands clung onto her biceps, nails piercing through your skin as you tried to contain yourself. 

“Are you ready for this?” She was pushing, wanting the satisfaction of being the one you wanted. The crave boiling in her blood ran deep and there was no controlling it. Rhea knew you felt the same, all that was needed was coaxing. A little bit of bad influence to bring it out of you. 

He would never care for the way Rhea did - treat you the way you deserved. She knew it in her bones she loved you more than anyone ever could.

For years, Rhea had seen the twinkle in your eyes when you looked at her and she was afraid. Afraid the fantasy she dreamt of was just that, a figment of imagination. Until that one fateful night. 

Rhea seemed to replay it in her mind until there was nothing left, just you trapped in it. Your blinding smile, always taking her breath away any time it was directed towards her. Maybe if she was lucky, you’d choose her too. 

There were pieces of you, ones she had collected over time, and the puzzle was nearly complete. All she needed was you to fall in as deeply as she had. Part of her believed in your feelings for her, and she wanted to, but she had her reasons for holding back in the past. 

But now? There was nothing in her way. Not since the kiss. 

It excited Rhea. The thought was enough to bring the strong wrestler to her knees. Carefully, she was reminded of the lengths she would go for you. There wasn’t an edge she wouldn’t reach to claim every part of you. 

Rhea let herself relax, more encouragement fled through her veins as your hands clung to her like a vine. Afraid if you let go, she would disappear. 

She pulled herself away from your heavenly body, mouth opening before sporting a knowing smirk, until her voice was found. 

“Are you ready for this?” Rhea challenged, but she also needed assurance. She wasn’t your long time partner, the man expecting you at home was. To you and to her, if this happened it wouldn’t be some meaningless one time thing. The desire building beneath the surface had officially overflowed, and you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself even if you tried. 

“There’s no shame if you can’t. I would be severely disappointed, but I’m a big girl, I can take the rejection. Even if my darling angel has changed her mind.” She affirmed if this wasn’t what you wanted, there was still room for you to dismiss and pretend this never happened. 

You took note of the sincerity laced in Rhea’s eyes. Truly meaning every word. 

“I promise, I wouldn’t be here if this wasn't what I wanted.” Your thumb rubbed reassuringly on her bicep, reassuring her if you wanted to be somewhere else, you would. It was the last nail in the coffin, before she trapped you in there,  binded in the ashes of your love. 

“I’m going to take these off now.” You knew she was giving you an out, a last moment to stop this if it’s what you wanted, but the only coherent thought entering your mind was just how much you craved her.  How this was the only thing you’d been able to think of for months on end. 

The dreams of touching her, kissing her. Getting lost in the thought of her beautiful blues, her strong frame, or imagining how she’d look like coming for you. Or the devilish smirk in your eyes right before she tips you over the edge, knowing exactly what’s coming. 

It’s how you’d been getting off while Jordan worked long nights - thinking of Rhea. Sometimes, it was when he was in bed fast asleep, you would think of how good her tongue would feel buried in your cunt. Her long fingers, and how much more they’d fill you up than your own, reaching places you wanted to but to no avail remained untouched. 

You thought of her thick thighs, and how much you want to ride them. Would she let you get off on her thighs alone? Or would that just be her tease of the night? 

It’d been months since your boyfriend had wanted to fuck, and even before, you fantasized about her. The more time you spent with her while Jordan wasn’t around left you under her spell. She didn’t have to do much until you were putty in her hands, molded and shaped just to her liking. Rhea was just what you needed, and god was she enjoying it. She craved your acceptance just as much as your submission. 

The whimpers and moans with her name continuously falling off your tongue. The way your cunt would grind against her own, begging for relief. The way you almost gave in when you agreed to go out with her two weeks ago, and her lips found yours. Devouring you from the inside with every stroke of her tongue dominating your own. 

It was the final nail in the coffin. You would never be able to escape her after dipping your soul with the sinner. You craved for more, yet there was a feeling in the pit of your stomach, a nagging voice telling you this wasn’t the way this should happen. 

You tried to feel guilty, or shameful, but when it came to Rhea you couldn’t find it within yourself to care about anything else. You just needed to be with her again and she had cornered you, pulling out all the steps necessary. You weren’t coming out of this room until she marked you as hers again. 

But this time it would be deeper. You would feel her vividly, raw and ready to please you. 

You knew it would be worth it. 

“Now be my good little angel and hold Mommy’s hair while she reminds you who should be with you.” Before you even had a moment to faux a protest, Rhea was right where you desperately wanted her, no matter how much it would hurt the man waiting to see your shining face as you congratulated him at the door. And almost, the vision was shifting. The look of disappointment etched in the furrow of his brow or in the pout of his lower lip. 

Try and try, you did. To at least give him an explanation as to why you weren’t there supporting along with the rest of him. Deadly but certain, you knew the accusations would start the moment you walk through the front door. Rhea’s name would be the first out of his mouth.

Envy reached him where you couldn’t, taking a hold of the man you once loved. The tight grip as strong as a vixen on top of you with his sights set on the woman he’d always been intimidated by. 

Rhea held you a little too long for his liking. He disagreed with how close she pulled you in. He lost it the first time Rhea kissed you on the cheek, lips so low they nearly reached the corner of your lips.

The first time you had to defend your relationship with Rhea was when the two of you had joined her at the gym and he swore you were checking her out during one of her reps. 

It was the first time you couldn’t deny your physical attraction to her. You couldn’t hide it, as much as you tried, her hold on you is visceral. A need buried so deep, it felt as if it had always been. 

Then she was on you. 

“Oh my god. Holy fuuuuck.” Her tongue started out with small strokes, fucking your folds with your tongue as your hands found purchase in her raven hair. Crystal blue eyes sinfully watching beneath you, mouth open wide trying to compose yourself. 

It’s all you could dream of, and your wish came true. The girl of your dreams worshiping you at the altar. 

“Mommy, you feel so good. Fuck, I’ve dreamt about your mouth s-so m-much.” Your hips began to move until she moved both of her hands to your thighs, her overpowering strength keeping you right where she wanted you. 

“Just my mouth then? Nothing else you wanted?” The whimper leaving your mouth as she circled her tongue on your clit had her humping into the mattress. Your tits on full display as you were dripping for her was more than enough to send her head through a frenzy, but tonight was about you. 

“Rhea, please. You know what I want. I-” You pleaded, but lost words died in the back of your throat when she sucked the sensitive bud in her mouth, pulling her hair tighter. 

Her tongue soothed over your clit and she released it until she did it again, your body beginning to shake at feeling. Before you could even process what was happening, she moved your hands to your sides so she could gain some space.

Only until she was on her knees spitting on your pussy, watching as it connects from her lips to yours. 

Black lips grinning wickedly as you continued to moan, she teased and fingered along your clit before she found your pretty little hole. Her long finger gradually built a pace as she watched you take such a small piece of her. 

Then she let a second one enter, watched your head fall back against the silky sheets, unable to look her in the eyes. 

Too afraid you’ll come too soon, but you assumed Rhea had other plans. She wanted to feel you unravel for her. She wanted to be the one to bring you there until you couldn’t take it anymore. Until you were hers, and only hers. 

“I need it Mommy, please.” You begged for her as she pumped brutally and then her thumb reached for your clit, circling just enough to send you in a frenzy, but not quite enough to get you where you needed to be.

She knew it yet she was taunting you with the sensation. It felt like too much at first, but then as time passed, you needed more. More of her and what she was packing beneath her sweats. “Give me your cock, Mommy.” 

Without losing her pace, she mauvered her body so she was hovering over you, limber fingers still pumping in your tight cunt. Using her free hand, she wrapped her hand before wrapping it around your neck, applying as much pressure as she felt necessary. 

“Do you really think you’d ever be in a position to give me orders?” She bent her head down until her lips were met with your nipple, tongue circling around the bud before she let her teeth sink before letting go.

 “What would he do if he saw you getting fuck by mommy?” Then she began her assault on your other breast, her tongue lavishing and on your nipple, flicking back and forth on the bud until she found the high pitch moan she was looking for. 

The more she played with your tits the quicker she was bringing to the edge. A soft, but what seemed to be an infinite chant of her name fell from your lips. 

“I-...Fuck” You tried to respond to her but despite your best efforts, you were under mercy. Every stroke of her tongue and thrust of her fingers pushed you closer to where you would die to be. The sound of your slick being pushed around in your gushing pussy only made Rhea want more. 

All of it was because of her, but she wouldn’t be satisfied until she claimed you properly. 

“My cock’s not even in you, baby and you’re already being a dumb slut? Use your words before I make you regret it.” Rhea threatened, but she began to circle your slit faster as if her sole purpose was to torture you. “I asked you a question.” 

Her tone dropped lower as she spoke to you, “Would you let him stop me?” 

“No, of course not, Mommy.” You rushed out before tears began to fill your eyes, because just when her pace was bringing you where you needed to be, she removed her thumb from your clit as you began to ride her hand. Trying to get yourself off, as you felt the cool silver of her rings smooth over your cunt. 

“Good.” Then she leaned forward, lips pressed against your ear before she whispered softly, “I’m going to get undressed, you’re going to call your precious little boyfriend and then you’re going to talk to him while I fuck this sweet little pussy that was made for me. Yeah?” 

She didn’t even give you a chance to reply before she grabbed your phone from the floor, handing it to you, sweetly. Nervously, you fidgeted, terrified but excited for what was about to happen. You were about to get fucked by the woman you’d been thinking about for months. She was about to bear it all with you, and god was she going to make you work for it. 

Then, there she was, bare in front of you as you nervously dialed your boyfriend waiting for him to pick up. 

“Let me show you what a real fuck feels like, princess.”

hope you enjoyed the read!

[call-me-a-simp]

Heal My Wounds

What are you hiding (part 28)

Rhea Ripley x Reader

Tw: physical and sexual abuse, toxic relationship, selfharm, eating disorder

Summary: You are in a toxic relationship with an abusive man but manage to run away. A tall, black haired woman picks you up from the streets just in time so your ex doesn't get you. But who is she and why does she seem so familiar to you? As you get to know each other you start to notice weird feelings you never had before whenever she's around.

Dominik drops you off at Rhea's apartment and declines your offer to come inside with you.

You're greeted by your girlfriend who seems like she couldn't have waited any longer for you to come home as she was very bored and didn't know what to do with herself.

"So, where's the dress?" she asks excitedly and pecks your cheek. "We didn't get one" you chuckle and put your purse down.

"What do you mean you didn't get one? I thought I told you to not walk outta that store without the perfect dress!" she teases you and pokes you with her index finger.

"I know, I know.." you chuckle "but it was really tiring and we got hungry so.." you shrug. "So you're gonna continue tomorrow orr..?" Rhea asks curiously.

"Yeah probably. 'M thinking 'bout also bringing some girls. Like, Dom has great taste, not gonna lie, but I think I also need some real girls opinion on it.."

Shit why' d I lie? I shouldn't do this she is my girlfriend! You begin to panic a little but try not to show her.

" 'kay, if you say so" Rhea brushes it off. But something' s different, there isn't this ease in her voice like usually. It's worrying you a little, is she suspecting something?

She walks into the kitchen to get herself something to drink and you follow her. "Is everything okay love?" you ask her carefully.

She huffs "I don't know. You tell me, is there something I should know? Cause I feel like you're keeping something from me"

Shit shit shit why didn't I tell her the truth in the first place?! Now she's mad and it's my fault!

Rhea sets her glass down and turns around, scanning you with a look as cold as ice. Her arms crossed in front of her chest.

"I- Rhea you're scaring me a little" you stutter and raise your hands in defense. She sighs and lowers her arms again "sorry darling, I just overreacted, don't worry" she tries to calm you down.

You let out a small sigh of relief and relax a little again. "Okay.. But you were right, I was hiding something.." Rhea takes a step in your direction and is standing right in front of you now.

She cups your cheeks making you look at her. "Then tell me, you know you can tell me anything" she says and gives you a sympathetic smile.

You try to smile back and nod. You exhale a shallow breath again before telling her what happened today with Dom and how you're not sure how to feel about it.

You spend a little moment in silence, you leaning against the counter with your back and Rhea standing in front of you, unsure if she should cross her arms again or touch you in some sort of form.

She eventually breaks the silence. "Okay uhm.. I don't wanna talk anything less bad here but.. I'm sure Dom didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable with his actions or anything I- I'm not sure why he did or so but.. Let's just talk it out with him okay? I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding plus your bad experiences with men, it's just not that easy I understand that"

She offers you a warm smile and you gently return the gesture, pushing yourself off the counter and into her embrace. The feeling of her warm skin on yours, your head against her chest, hearing her heartbeat.. It's just so calming and always making you feel safe.

"Okay, he's picking me up tomorrow at around ten, I'll ask Liv and Raquel if they wanna come too. Thank you Rhea!" you say and stand on your tiptoes to kiss her.

"You know it's so cute that you have to stand on your tippy toes to kiss me" Rhea giggles and you act offended and punch her slightly in the arm.

You two laugh a little and she puts her arm around you leading you to the bedroom where you decide to watch a not so creepy horrorfilm.

"You sure you wanna watch this? I remember last time you had pretty bad nightmares" "I know, but I've got you now and I really wanna see how far I can push my limits with it. I wanna see the films you like with you one day you know?" you grin at her and she smiles back.

You hit play and snuggle up to girlfriend, hiding under the covers every now and then when you think there might be a jumpscare or anything, but most of the time rhea warns you as she's already seen almost every horror movie there is.

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Part 28.. At least I think so..

Taglist:@babybatlover @legit9thlunaticwarrior @thatonepansexual2000 @nox-fire

[edhellfire]

padding into the living room, the pregnant girl hummed out his name to get his attention. “eddie?” hair wet from the shower she had taken to relieve the ache in her back. she’s showing now, round belly and dressed in one of his t shirts. what use to be loose is now tighter on her frame. she stops in front of him, taking one of his hands and placing it on her stomach. “just wait…” she instructs before a little kick could be felt. sure that he could at least feel it a bit, given the felling inside her and how she had just watched the little movement in the mirror moments ago.

@theolderhenderson

Their one bedroom trailer was looking more like a home now. The had a couch and a two-person table so they could sit down and eat their meals. Now that she was showing presents for their unborn child were rolling in as well. Uncle Wayne splurged and bought them a car seat and a crib. The crib was currently half put together in the living room. Eddie got frustrated mid-putting it together and said he'd finish it later. He was now having a beer and watching music videos.

The beer was set down on the floor by the couch, concern on his face as Elie approached him. Eddie always assumed the worst. When it came to this pregnancy his default was panic. "Is everything okay?" He let her guide his hand to her tummy and he felt nothing at first. "Hospital?" He asked, because he was thinking something was wrong until - "Holy shit! It's like an alien! We can name her Ripley!"

[xfindingtrouble]

@softersinned - plotted!

They had arrived with the setting sun, when the stars had begun to sparkle against a near-dark sky. He & Scanlan had met with a girl in a town not too far from here. She had been polite, courteous as she lead them down a well-trodden but hidden path, twisting through the woods in what felt like every direction. Percy had poked & prodded at her for information, The girl had spoken quite fondly of her mistress. She made this trek every evening, she had claimed, to help her lady style her hair. She was paid well, or at least it seemed that way. She looked to be well fed, well-dressed. Percy's initial impression was that their guide likely wanted for very little, which had driven him to think she was taken care of by her employer.

When they finally break through the treeline, they are met by intimidating walls that stretched around a very old castle. Were there more light than the waning sun, Percy would have indulged in exploring the magnificent architecture. There was something distantly romantic about the way ivy had invaded the worn stone that had stood stubbornly against the elements for as long as it had been there. Or at least, this is what he assumed. He continues to soak in the finery as they pass through unfamiliar halls, exchanging idle conversation about the lady of the castle. Scanlan had directed him to this proprietor of curses, lead him there even. 'Astoria is good fun,' he had boasted, they had worked together more than once in the past. She doesn't get out much, Scanlan had claimed. She stayed to the shadows with her own longevity in mind. Percy could appreciate this, despite his misgivings about dealing with someone of her nature.

Despite the tightness in Percy's stomach, there were a hundred other things to worry about right now. Like how Scanlan seems to gain an extra bounce to his step when they approach what must be a familiar door. He throws it open with a boldness Percy had come to expect from the little man. Percy takes a long moment to take in the grand library they had entered, nearly as magnificent as the woman draped across one of the couches in the room. The scene reminded him more of a story, a painting, than life itself. There was an old power she wields as she pushes herself from her cushions to greet Scanlan. The man greets their host fondly, Percy keeping a purposeful distance between himself & their odd affections. It gives Percy room to process the scene at hand. There is grandeur to the room itself, of course... but there is something else that leaves him breathless. It is strange to see the woman here, before him, dressed in black & gold finery. Her loose curls fall comfortably around her face, framing a face that could almost be human. Almost, being the keyword. He was not sure what he had expected, but it certainly wasn't this. Perhaps someone grayer, with less fire twinkling in their eyes.

Percy had been hesitant to seek out her assistance. Dealings with the undead rarely went well. But he was desperate & woefully unprepared to deal with a demon on his own. He was still grappling with the fact that he had allowed such a creature to have any sway over him to begin with. He had nearly killed his sister, his friends, himself. It left him feeling strangely hollow, the invasive scar of Orthax still lingering in the back of his mind. Even so, he missed his weapon. Every shot from Dr. Anna Ripley's bastardized version of his invention was a reminder that he had made this technology available to the world. He had inspired a madwoman with his bloodshed & she would likely be one of many. He was eager to return to the familiarity of 'The List ' if it could be saved

After giving them a few moments to indulge in familiarities, Percy makes a point to clear his throat. Draw attention to the task at hand. Of course, he is a bit uncomfortable. The sentiment shows in the stiffness of his shoulders. He introduces himself in earnest, but Scanlan clarifies that he answers to Percy just as well. It warms the room, just a bit. There had been an indescribable chill that had settled inside him on the journey here, the way dusk fell so peacefully reminding him of the nature of the creature he was about to face. His limited dealings with vampires had often left him angry, bloody, longing for vengeance. It made him loathe to think he would share his invention with such a creature. 'The List' is a weapon that could change the very state of the world if it fell into the wrong hands. when he had made it, he didn't care about any greater implications. He had been powerless & had found control in whatever way he could. Now, the very thing that had propagated his retribution was tucked away in his bag.

There was another reason he was hesitant; The List's history was deeply interwoven with Percy's very being. It's what had driven him to stop Scanlan from tossing it in a vat of acid beneath his home, despite that bard's protests. He had a hunch, Scanlan had claimed & it had not taken much investigation to confirm Orthax's lingering presence. Percy supposed he knew as well, when the lingering ache of his hatred flared in the back of his skull. Percy had been wielding a subverted version of his preferred weapon, crafted from scraps he had taken from a mad woman. he was eager to have his preferred weapon back. Astoria had expressed great interest in whatever was attached to the list in their brief communication prior to this. He hoped his impatience to solve this problem wouldn't be his downfall. Percy asks Scanlan to clear the room, which he nearly protests. Astoria knows him well, as she directs him to a handful of filthy books ( Which Percy only recognized from a private familiarity with the titles, of which he would deny endlessly. ) The bard leaves the room, balancing a stack of books in his arms before Percy finally takes a seat across from Astoria.

Though they are polite, expressing & trading pleasantries, there is a tension that hangs in the air between them. Percy's hesitance versus Astoria's fascination. Both parties shift to the edge of their seats, dancing around the subject that brought them together for what seems like too long. The impending tightness in Percy's chest threatens to send him running with his tail between his legs, which would not be entirely unlike him. Unfortunately, it would be terribly unbecoming of him, so instead of following his instinct, he brings something else up. A gift. Scanlan had suggested Percy bring her some wine ( ' You're a wine guy, right? Astoria will love that, ' ) so Percy had done just that. He had brought two bottles, in fact, though now that he was faced with presenting them he felt strangely nervous. what was left of his palms were sweaty he finally drags his voice up his throat & forces it through his teeth.

" I've brought a gift, as a gesture of goodwill. " Percy offers a tight smile that forces the corners of his mouth upwards. The woman was not unlikable by any means, but that was the part of his impending nerves. Conversation was becoming easier with her, she had a sharp wit that stimulated Percy's mind. It had shown in the brief interaction they had shared thus far, leaving him curious but wary. He could not forget what he was dealing with. What he was doing here. Gloved hands reach into the bag he had been permitted to enter with. From it, he pulls a bottle of wine. Then another. He hands them directly to her, watching for her reaction from the corner of his vision as he reaches for one final item. He hesitates before pulling a third item from his bag as well, setting it on the table between them. It is a box of intricate design, a golden lock keeping it's contents inside it's dark wooden interior. There is an engraving on the top that makes Percy's mouth feel strangely dry. It does every time he looks at it. ' The list ' is carved into the fine wood, marking what lies within.

" Wine makes these sorts of things a bit easier, after all. " He hopes she will decide to indulge now, perhaps even share. It may make the negotiations easier, as he would be sure the list's origin would come up. That, he was looking forward to least of all. He had found anything else he could to lament over until now, but the situation at hand was becoming more real by the second. He lets a breath out, finally leaning back in his chair. he runs a gloved hand through white hair, peering at her over double-lensed glasses, " Formalities aside, I suppose we have some business to tend to. "

[welp-back-on-my-bs]

The Myth of Viola Ripley

TW: talks of abuse, talks of running away, mentions of rape

This one is a songfic- :3 because I think it would work well as a Obsidian folk song about the myth of Viola Ripley

Leave Luanne

This takes place after a new king has been selected for Rohdinite and the four kingdoms have been united.

On a visit to Rohdinite, whispers of a traveling group of bards holding a big performance was going trough the town.

"MORGAN HOLY FUCK!"

André kicked down the door to the room that Morgan was shareing with their two fiances. Who both happend to be there, and were imedeately annoyed by the man's presence.

"Yes Andrè?"

But, Morgan was used to such enterences by André and Silvio.

"I got us some tickets to a show! You're comeing with me!"

"No"

Of course, Gilbert imedeately refused. He had been latched to Morgan ever since they accepted to being his and Silvios. Of course the three had their duties, but they didn't often spend time apart.

"You bitch! I wanna hang out with my friend! Lemme do thatttt"

"We can all just go-"

"Fine- I'm bringing Rio then~"

"You mother fucker-"

Morgan sighed and gave Silvio and Gilbert a kiss to calm them down, and leave Silvio in a flusterd and quiet state.

"That sounds lovely. I can't wait for it, when will it be happening?"

"That'll be tonight! But you'll need to dress down since it isn't a formal event-"

Silvio groaned a bit but nodded in acceptance.

Later thar day, the five of them were dressed in commonwear and sat in a bar.

Rio and Silvio were being held back from bickering due to their lovers being there and not wanting to be tormented later by them.

Then, music started to play as the traveling band started to sing.

"Luanne's fat lip is drying,

The bastard's bacon frying,

The shiner on her eyes gone bust and bleeding."

Morgan was quick to recognize the musicians, so, they were respectfully paying attention. A little curious too.

"He shouts, "Girl set the table!"

But he know she ain't able.

Her arm's done broke,

Hung limp like Yolk,

And softly she's repeating"

Morgan felt the tables eyes waver to them every once in awhile. Probably worried about them spiraling, or shutting down, or something like that.

So they held their lovers hand and gave them both a reassuring squeeze share that they are ok.

""Leave, Luanne,

Why don't you march out that door?

Northern woman he ain't no good to you.

Leave, Luanne.

Obsidian wants war.

But it's you dieing on her ashen plaines.

And yet, Loyal Luanne remains""

Gilbert pulled his lovers close to himself. Holding them protectively. Morgan just smiled and cuddled into him, while Silvio huffed but didn't fight it.

"Ever since he got him laied off,

His sanity's just made off.

No, he was never nice, but now he is cruel.

He rapes her and he beats her.

She don't 'fess how he treats her,

'Cause the doctren verse

Says it won't get worse,

And she won't be a fool."

Morgan made sure to kiss Gilbert's hand, to reassure him.

""You won't never leave, Luanne,

Cause if you walk out that door,

His men will be gunning for you.

No, you won't leave, Luanne,

Or he'll give you 'What For?'

You got heart where you should have had brains."

And so, Loyal Luanne remains."

Gilbert in turn kissed Morgan's hand to comfort them. They cuddled closer to their lovers.

"Someone's howling.

Screams like sighing with batterd breath.

Grating, Growling,

Never dieing

In a fate, worse than death

But months of such conditions

Turn laymen into lodgitians

And tonight the bastards sleeping like a log."

Rio looked towards André and whisperd something, any to get a shrug

"So she plucks the kitchen cleaver,

Creeps up towards his roped up lab retriever,

And she cuts the rope

And hope on hope,

She starts to shout,

"Your dog's got out!"

She's got her chance.

With no back glance

She runs out to the bog,

Screaming, screaming, "Leave, Luanne!""

When the dog was mentioned, Gilbert went ahead and poked Silvios nose. Wich earned a glare in turn from the prince.

""Leave Luanne,

You've got a life left to live

And a house hanging off the coast!

Leave, Luanne

You won't forget nor forgive,"

And she don't feel the stings, and rips, and scrapes

As finally Luanne escapes"

Gilbert leaned into Morgan's ear

"Well, for now~"

This just confirms to Morgan Gilbert knows about their Myth that they had made. Oh well.

"Swim Luanne!

Swim Luanne!

And in the swamp of beeches,

As the preacher preaches,

As the light

In the night

Holds trough the marsh and brushes

As the blood inside you rushes

Left and right

Hold on tight"

Silvio pulled Morgan onto Gilbert's lap, just so he could also hold them close. He didn't care much for the song it seemed-

"Until you reach the bank

And you crawl onto the bank

'Til you feel a little yank on your hair

And striken, stare, at the bastard

Who beat you there"

This is everything that Morgan knew and had commissioned from them to be sure to have in it, while they can figure out the rest. So they were quite curious

"The bastard lies in bed now.

Half sad his wife is dead now.

She drowned herself, in the swamp in wild dispair"

André was about to get up, but Gilbert gave the man a look that made him sit back down.

"He thinks he used to love her,

But push it came to shove her,

A wife disposed,

A wife case closed,

And none seemed to care,

To grive Luanne."

Both Morgan and Scio grabbed their drinks and took a good swig.

"Now nones on his shoulder

Bur his mattress don't feel colder

And in fact it's hellish hot, and the air is dank and steaming"

Andre and Rio seemed to be pulled back in with that little bit.

"Yet his body starts to shiver

When the window cracks a sliver

And a firy fog

From the miry bog

Pours in the room

Like a sticky gloom

And there the man

Sees dead Luanne

He's terrified,

But he keeps his pride

'Cause he knows that he ain't dreaming

And he starts screaming,"

Silvio looked over to Morgan, to silently check in on them. But they were calm, kissed his hand and smiled gentley at their lover

""Leave, Luanne,

He'll sent you back here for more,

'Cause ain't none ever loved you.""

Morgan and Silvio quietly turned to Gilbert to give him a cheek peck

"But said Luanne

"I've come to settle a score"

And she shows him her feet are bound in chains,

And loyal luanne

Remains

And remains

And remains

And remains

Someone's howling

Screams like sighing with batterd breath

Graining, growling

Never dieing

In a fate worse than death

Luanne,

She cries her miserable wail

So the bastards can never sleep again!

No, no, no reprieve Luanne

She brings their souls down to hell,

A caution to the cruelest of men.

Someone loves Luanne!

Praise be

Amen!"

The song ended, and André promptly left the bar. Everyone else followed

"The hell was with that song- it sounds like your story Morgan, with some differences of course-"

Morgan just giggled and replied

"Well, in recent years, a Obsidian myth has grown popular"

"Oh? Do tell-"

"Simpily, the myth is of a poor girl being married to an Obsidian officer. Over time she grew to despise him from the abuse and cheating the man did."

Silvio cut in with a comment

"Only natural"

Gilbert sighed and continued

"So, she made a plan to run away. Sadly, she died while escaping. Her body was recovered within a few days, haveing drowned in the lake."

Andre nodded a bit

"But Morgan survied- so ok?-"

"There is more if I am permitted to finish the story"

Gilbert smiled, annoyed with the comments and interjections

Morgan gave the man a cheek kiss

"Thank you my sweet butterfly, sometimes it feels like you're the only one who loves me~"

Silvio rolled his eyes and gave Gilbert a cheek kiss too

Witch earned and 'eww' from the other couple there

"I could just not tell~"

"Fine- please finish your story"

"Very well, the man some time later, was found as a smoldering pile of ash in his house. People have said that they saw his ex wife around since then. Appearing to those in need of freedom, wishing to save those who are tormented. Such a sweet soul has become a protector of sorts to those who wish to runaway"

"Woah- did you see her Morgan?-"

"No- that was just after I ran away from what I could put together"

"I'm sure some version of Viola Ripley gaurded you"

"Viola?"

"Ripley?"

"Yes, that was the name of the woman who died and became a legend"

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AN: wow- that was long 😅sorry about thatttt

[rhodesrider]

I’m Right Here…

Rhea Ripley x little!black fem reader

SFW 18+, Panic Attacks, Fluff, Affirmation names, Praise, Reassurance, little space, hyperventilation, Acrophobia -Fear of Heights-

Word Count: ngl Long asf.

You have been Rhea’s Gal for a while. Probably for 2 years. Rhea paid attention to every detail. Every fear you have and if she can, helps you live through them. Your social anxiety was getting healed slowly to where you don’t need your emergency headphones so you can just escape. Your public fear of dressing rooms where you get terrified when something wouldn’t fit or something is too big, rhea would be there to assure you that she’s not going anywhere. But there’s one fear you would never think you had to face would come to the front door.

Heights.

Rhea bit her lip nervous as she was on the phone with the other Dominants making preparations for a ‘fun’ day out, indoor rock climbing. She glanced at her little watching her favorite show and was worried. She didn’t wanna make this a surprise because this is something that might end bad. Damian and Finn were coming with their subs as well. Dominik couldn’t make it because of training. Rhea read the group chat still thinking about it.

Demigod: Guys I’m not sure about this. Y/N is terrified of heights…

ThePriest: but we already reserved the space and we did say the little ones needed to be out more besides sitting on their phones and watching tv all the time..

DemonBalar: Yea, they just need a bit of a experience. I feel like they would like a change in something

Rhea groaned a bit and went upstairs to the master bedroom, halfway there she heard a voice calling her. “Mama? Where you going?” Y/N asked holding her plushie pouting, she was previously waiting for her to come back and watch tv. “Hold on baby mamas’ gotta handle something with ya uncles.” Y/N nodded and turned back to the tv smiling at the screen. Y/N was mentally 8 when she crossed with her little space. Of course this was a coping mechanism and nothing sexual and Rhea loved taking care of her. Damian’s and Finn’s littles were 10-12. So this will be a bit of a challenge for Y/N. Even if she tried not to slip into her space, she could still get a panic attack. It would hurt Rhea. She called the group and sat on the bed.

The guys answered, one cooking and the other was reading to their little. “Oh yours slipped too?” She asked Damian as he nodded, his little getting in the camera. “Hi auntie!” Rhea smiled waving back. “You being a little goblin huh?” The little girl hid in Damian giggling. “She’s getting ready for bed so she can have a fun day tomorrow. Right cutie?” The little nodded pouting some getting under the covers. “Mine is gonna eat first since she didn’t eat anything all day.” Finn scaled his little as they sat at the table writing sentences angry at their punishment. “She’s still going don’t worry.” He smiled. Damien, a sweet soft cg to his hyper little that’s a bit much sometimes, but surprisingly he handles it very well. Finn and Rhea are strict caregivers but Rhea has a very shy little, Finn is the one with the Brat.

“Mama!!” Rhea looked up seeing a pouting Y/N and sighed giggling. “Mamas talking sweetie.” Y/N came in the room anyway and got under rhea laying on her. She just smiled, that’s all she could do. “You ready for tomorrow’s adventure babygirl?” Y/N nodded looking up at rhea, receiving a kiss on the forehead. Worry soon was shown on Rhea’s face, Finn cleared his throat. “Rhea you have nothing to worry about ok?” He reassured. Rhea always thought she was gonna screw up on this mommy caregiver ideal but her family assured that she’s doing a wonderful job. She told them goodnight and she went ahead to tuck in Y/N putting her hair in a bun so it doesn’t hurt. She had fresh braids in her head and her scalp was still healing. “Ok munchkin, what color?” She waved the bonnets in her babies face and she quickly grabbed the pretty pink one. “Hey hey no snatching meanie..” Rhea put on a sad face play crying and Y/N quickly said sorry. “I’m ok baby. Mama knows your sorry.” She giggled and kissed her face all over laying her down. “Lemme finish up downstairs and I’ll join you.” Rhea turned on the Tv to SpongeBob and went back down to clean up.

The Next Morning

The cars parked and the girls got out to hug each other and show the bags that they brought along. Y/N was the last one out the car and waved at the other littles. But soon all of that changed due to Finns’ Brat. “Omg! Daddy we’re going climbing!” She giggled excited. Y/N looked up seeing the Rock Climbing Place and her heart sunk. “Demi?” Y/N barley saids her name unless it’s bad. Rhea was afraid of this. She sighed and got to her side. “Baby please? It’s gonna be fun, I promice-“ “No.” Y/N face was still and fear in her eyes. Rhea sighed nodding. “We can go home if you want-“ “Are you serious? You gonna leave over some rocks?” Finns’ Brat smirked and Y/N whipped her look at them. Brats messing with the goodie two shoes are a must. Her evil grin made it worst, Y/N felt embarrassed. Her face hot as Damians’ little giggled. “Both of you enough.” Finn spoke and they were quiet. “No. It’s ok.” Rhea looked at Y/N who sighed out. “It’s gonna be fun.” Y/N smiled up at rhea.

They walked in and Finn went to the Registration Counter. They gave out bands and the gear, boots and gloves. Y/N looked around putting on the gear slow, trying to avoid looking up and the very high wall. Finns’ Brat walked by smirking at her with her gear on and headed in with her CG. “ Baby.” Y/N looked at Rhea quickly, she sighed going to her. “I can handle it.” Y/N stated, Rhea nodded kissing her and helping her with the rest of her gear. Y/N peeked passed the rope and saw that Finn and his brat were half way up the climb, she was showing off some and he praised her. Y/N wants that, she wants Rhea to be proud that she can conquer her fears by her self. “Mama I can do it.” Rhea looked up at her smiling and nodded kissing her cheek. “You want me to climb with you?” She asked as she hooked y/n in and made sure she was strapped. Y/n didn’t hear her and started to climb, rhea blinked and got one of the assistants to make sure she was strapped well. Y/N kept going using her upper body strength, hearing a faded slow down from Rhea. But she wanted to show her she can do it, she can do this stupid climb, she passed Damian and he decided to stay close just in case.

She didn’t dare see how much she’s gone up. “Well well look at you.” But she had to be near Finn’s brat. She peaked seeing her above and smirking. “You might not wanna look down.” And continued climbing. Y/N started to shake looking up, the ceiling looked close. She didn’t know she froze, keeping her eyes closed. “Oh no…” Damian noticed and whistled to Finn, Rhea looked and started to climb. “Fuck..” she mumbled. Y/N still frozen, she didn’t even think of waiting for Rhea. “Mama…” she whimpered. Finn’s brat made it to the top proud of herself and waited for Finn. She looked down a bit and frowned seeing her CG climb down some to get to Y/N.

“Hey Munchkin.” Y/N looked to the left tears falling seeing Finn. “No I can do it just ignore me!” She insisted and looked away. “Hey hey I know. But your scared honey. And mamas’ worried about you.” Y/N was trying hard not to slip. “You want me to wait here with you?” Finn asked. Damian and his little starting coming. “Baby girl go beat daddy to the top.” His little nodded and continued having fun climbing up. “Hey hey what’s wrong honey pie?” Y/N just shut her eyes again embarrassed. “Guys please…” Finn and Damian saw Rhea coming. “She’s coming honey don’t worry. She can help you-“ “NO.” Y/N yelled and started to cry soon feeling short of breath. “Hey calm down munchkin. I know your scared-“ “Mama help me..” Y/N started to sob and Damien moved over so Rhea could get to her. “Baby, baby your ok. Look it’s me.” Y/N peeked and started to sob more. “Hey hey honey it’s ok. I’m right here. I didn’t want you to get ahead. I wanted you near me the whole time.” “Mama I wanted to s-show you I could do it…” Y/N trying to keep herself together. “I saw, and I’m so proud of you. And that why I’m here. Your such a big girl. But this is a bit dangerous and mama needs you around her doing this.” Y/N sniffles nodding listening and rubbing her eyes on her sleeves. “Mama would have been so hurt, what if something happened?” Y/N felt bad, she was just tired of being scared all the time. Y/N soon made a mistake and looked down. She screamed to the top of her lungs starting to cry again and hold on to the rocks closing her eyes. Finn and Rhea were trying to calm her down, the littles that were already down the wall laughed a bit. Little did they know Damien took note of that, whispering in their ears about their behavior and assured them they were not getting any treats when they finished here. They tried to argue but no use.

Rhea got Y/N down finally. She hid in her chest crying. “It’s ok baby I’m not going anywhere.” Y/N sniffles and wrapped her legs around her waist. “Damn death cling.” Rhea laughed and rubbed her back. “Princess I’m so sorry.” Rhea sighed mad at herself, holding you on the ground. “I’m so proud of you. I understand if you wanna wait to conquer this scary stuff.” Rhea smiled and kissed her forehead. Y/N looked up at her and returned the kiss. “Thank you for saving me.” Rhea’s heart warmed. “I have to save my princess. What kind of knight would I be?” Y/N was soon being tickled, she squealed and cried out trying to fight back laughing hard. Y/N soon saw the girls walking up wiping tears, both Finn and Damian got in their asses. “We are sorry Y/N.” They said in unison upset. “And?” Finn said in a stern voice making his brat jump some. “You can pick the ice cream place…” They mumbled. “Good start girls.” Rhea said as Finn sighed. Y/N giggled accepting the apology.

As they returned the gear and walked out, Y/N tapped on Rhea’s waist. “Mama…can we try again one day?” Rhea’s eyes brightened and nodded . “Yes we can baby girl.”

[joyfulsongbird]

broken not shattered

in the year following Vecna's defeat, Percy starts to notice that Cassandra is displaying the same attributes that he had in himself in his darkest time. Percy helps pull her through her anger and darkness, knowing what it is like, and makes sure she doesn't spiral the same way he did.

the cassandra-centric self indulgent fic i was born to write <3

ao3 link!! (content warnings listed in the notes)

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You learn things, when you get to a place where your mind is no longer your own, let alone your body. You learn how to survive, when there is nothing you can do but save yourself.

You learn more than how to hold a blade, more important skills than how to dress yourself in armor, or tie your hair back by yourself because mother was still doing it for you when she died. Vesper always said it was ridiculous how much her little sister depended on their mother. “I was braiding my own hair before I even got to the double digits!” she’d say indignantly, but Cassandra never listened. She refused to learn. Being the youngest didn’t mean as much as many think. She was not doted upon as much as the twins were, she was the smallest, the least interesting, and being left in the dust made her starve for attention. No one could blame her, she was a child. A child who would not regret the minutes in the early morning when Lady de Rolo would braid her youngest daughter's hair into a neat plait. She did not regret the fuss she had made, not when it gave her just a few more minutes with her mother. So she taught herself how to braid her hair.

When she got older, maybe 15 or so, she was braiding her hair every morning. She’d spent two years with the Briarwoods, growing more and more numb every day. She had doomed one rebellion already, and she did not know that she would doom another yet. There was very little she could do that would make any sort of lasting impression, besides string herself up on the Sun Tree in the same place they had hung her family's corpses. Despite herself, she could not bring herself to. There was still a self preservative spirit inside her that she could not quell. The only rebellions she got at that time were silent, not even rebellions. Lady Delilah did not know that the way she wore her hair was in honor of her mother. Honoring her deceased family was strictly forbidden and Cassandra was quite sure the De Rolo name had not been uttered in the Briarwoods presence, maybe at all, in well over a year. She still did it. She wore the stockings gifted to her by her father even though they had been meant for 12 year old feet and had been darned and patched many times over. She wore her mothers braid; and when her fingers wound her hair tightly into the simple braid, she could feel the ghost of her mothers hands in their place.

She honored the De Rolos. Her mind was broken, her body did not belong to her anymore. But she honored them by existing. In the mirror she looked into the eyes of the dead. That’s the thing about big families, they all look at least a tad bit similar. You could look up at the portrait that used to sit in the grand hall. The dark hair, the strong jaw, the striking eyes, even the freckles. On some they showed more than others, but they were there. She remembered how in the summer, when they vacationed South where the sun was so much brighter and stronger, they’d come back sunburned and freckled. She’d laugh at Percy, who hated how his skin got so dotted and peeling from lying in the sun. Cassandra rarely wandered outside the castle walls, her freckles were non-existent. Still, she was comforted by the fact that if she did wander the gardens more often, her nose would soon look just like her grandmothers. She, too, was long gone and Cass barely remembered her, but in the few memories she had, her freckles stood out.

Cassandra learned to brave the cold. Even when it meant giving up her honorances. Lord and Lady Briarwood were not dumb, they were quite the opposite. There was a reason they had made it this far, a reason they had managed to convince so many that the murder of her family was just an awful tragedy. Her socks were burned. Her mind picked apart until she confessed to every thought she had of her family, every death wish to those who hurt them, every inkling of rebellion. She learned to brave the cold even when it meant forsaking the ones she loved. They were not here to see her betrayal, the guilt persisted anyways. Her mind did not belong to her. She was never alone. She forgot what her family looked like. How was it possible, some might ask, that she forgot what they looked like when she saw them every time she looked in the mirror? Maybe it was that she did not recognize herself, either.

She was 13 when the Briarwoods came. She was 14 when she was tortured until she told Anna Ripley everything about the first rebellion. 15 when her mind started to wane. 16 when she wasn’t sure how to breathe anymore. How do you breathe when there is no air to consume inside of the castle? On the outside, she was perfect. Perfect, lovely brown curls. Bright, alive, attentive eyes that shone like sapphires. She grew into a beautiful young lady. That’s what they all said. The little girl who had run through the halls and caused a riot grew into a lady who would fetch a fine husband someday.

The years passed slowly, the second rebellion came and passed. She didn’t even try to resist the questions when they came. They asked “where are they planning to meet?” She told them everything. “What is their plan?” She told them everything. She bore the scars from the last one, the white in her hair was proof enough, how could she even attempt to put herself through that ordeal again? She could not bring herself to pray, she didn’t even think to ask for any kind of holy assistance until late one night and pushed the idea away quickly. If a god wanted to help her, they would’ve already. It was too late for her, she had supposed long ago, no god could destroy her when there was nothing she felt was worth destroying.

She learned there was nothing she could do, but go along with the plans placed in front of her. She was their puppet. She was their little doll they played dress up with, they stole not just blood from but her soul itself. It was not a quick realization, that she was without hope or future. It came slowly, when she was maybe 17 it entered her mind, fully formed.

She was a Briarwood now.

The De Rolos were no more.

Years and years later, she will lie awake in the late hours of the night, wondering how much of that realization was mind control and how much of it was sheer, unadulterated mental exhaustion on her part. She was so tired. Tired of getting flashes of her brother's bloodied body every time she glanced at the doorway leading down to the dungeon. Tired of seeing her parents mangled corpses’ every time she met Dr. Ripley’s eye. Tired of sharp slaps when she let the wrong thing slip off her tongue. Tired, tired, tired. Better to leave it all behind. Better to let it fade away. She was a Briarwood. That was the reality.

She learned much, in those five years in that dark, bloody castle. How could she not? Every day was a lesson, every day was a test. Failing meant dying. She would not fail.

Maybe if Percy had come any later than not too long after that realization, she would have been too far gone to be saved. He came months later, but what were months when she had spent years in the dark? He had failed to pull her from the snow once, this time he dragged her from the cold and she was almost warm again.

It was strange to have been stuck in the dark recesses of the castle, something more than lonely, something more than lost, and then to suddenly be shoved into the light. Be faced with a brightness that hurt her eyes and left her feeling blinded and stumbling for something to grab hold of. But she was strong, and she was resilient, and she was her mothers daughter. She would not succumb to this darkness inside of her, this persistent voice that sounded like some odd mix of her own and the whispered, sultry tone of Delilah Briarwood. It crooned, it cried, it begged for a bone to be thrown its way. If she paid it no mind, it would slowly wither and die. She held her head high, lifted her chin even when she faced her captors, refused to cry when the nightmares came after years of silent nights. There was nothing she could do about the pain that continued to rack through her body now that she was coming to.

She was essentially a child leader. She saw the looks from other council members, the sideways glances of even her own citizens. She was barely grown. It showed in her face. She’d always had full cheeks, but as a child that was normal. Now, when she’d gotten older and lost her baby fat, she’d held the youth of her face. She looked like a child, felt like a child especially when she was surrounded by so many politicians with years of experience, but she refused to let her intimidation show. She was firm, strong in a way that brought others comfort. Whitestone was in her hands and her knees were shaking under its weight. But she had yet to crumple, even through all of her pain, and this weight would not break her. She gained respect every day that passed by and when Percy returned for good, she had grown from a step below a child queen to a ruler who knew how to hold her shoulders just so, how to shake a hand the correct way, how to smile while appearing confident but not overbearing. She learned many things, after the Briarwoods.

You learn things, when you are trapped and have been trapped for a long, long time. You learn or you break. Cassandra was lost, and lonely, and yes, quite a bit broken, but Pelor help her, she refused to shatter.

He surprised her with a hug, when he arrived. She had been resting in her room after the ordeal with Vecna and being… well, you know, killed . She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t at least a little shook but surprisingly, she was very calm. Her body was tired but her mind was alert. The only reason she was in bed at all was because her maid, Margie, had taken one look at Cassandra upon her return and said she looked like absolute hell and needed to be taken care of at once. Cass relented and let herself be bathed and fed and dressed in her night clothes despite the early hour. She sat upright in her bed, flipping absently through some book about the history of taxation in Tal’dorei which had been recommended to her by a council member. It was incredibly boring and her eyes only took in every other word or so. It was a welcome intrusion, then, when there was a knock on the door and she could gratefully dogear the page.

“Come in!” she called, grabbing her blankets in preparation to cover herself if need be. But when her brother cracked the door open, she let the blanket fall and stood immediately. She hovered there for a moment, halfway between sitting and standing, as she stared at her brother. He looked more shaken than her, dirt caked and bone tired. He looked wrecked and like he had just arrived back home moments ago.

Nobody spoke for a moment. Then he made several long strides (he was quite tall, with long gangly legs that she remembered Julius had teased him about) to meet her at the edge of her bed. He did not speak, barely met her eye before tugging her into a messy but not unwelcome hug. A little shocked, for Percival was not one to veer on the side of physical affection, it took her a moment to reciprocate. But when she finally came to her senses, she wrapped her arms around his neck, placed a comforting hand on the back of his neck and felt him shaking just a little under her palm.

It did not last long, even when he was in a particularly touchy feely mood, it didn’t seem like it stayed around for very long. He pulled back, looking at her with eyes that mirrored hers to the point where it was uncanny. How she’d forgotten how similar the De Rolo children were. Beautiful children, all lined up prim and proper. Each ball they went to, they were praised. The seven of them were the bright stars of Whitestone, though some were brighter than others. Now, just two remaining, she found herself looking into his eyes and seeing herself reflected back. Pained. Afraid. Lonely, but learning to love again.

“I…” he licked his lips. “I’m glad you’re alright, sister.”

She nodded. “And I you.”

He let go of her shoulders which he had been holding tightly. “I have to go to Vex. I’ll be back to discuss. Have a well needed talk. Maybe over tea. I swear.”

She smiled and voiced her assent. Of course, they would. Of course, they needed to catch up. Wonderful idea, Percival. Looking forward to it, Percival.

The next day came. She saw him over breakfast and she put on her practiced smile for her overwhelmed brother and a grieving Vex’ahlia. She was good at this; putting on a facade, knowing what people wanted to see and adjusting based on their reactions. It was easy. She had done it for years, shoved down her fears so that she wouldn’t be questioned, disguised her thoughts and covered her emotions in layers of small talk and politeness.

They did not have that discussion over tea that day. Nor the next. Nor the next week.

They talked, of course they talked. But it was always in surface level ways. She knew that he wanted to see deeper, to look at her and be able to understand her. But she didn’t even understand herself. Days, then weeks passed and she was spending more and more time absorbed by her work. This was what she had to do. Spent hours in her office, locked away until she barely saw the sun anymore. Give her a project, she got it done in a day. Give her something to do, she finished it in record time. For the first time, she was good at something that didn’t hurt anybody.

The bliss of finally being of use lasted maybe two months into the year after the defeat of Vecna. Percy and Vex were busy as usual, but now more than ever because of the baby. Their child wasn’t due for many months but the couple was determined to get everything done as soon as possible, to prepare and plan every instance. The nursery was ready and waiting for the child not long after Vex began to show. Cass was one of the first to know, as the only other family member who lived with them. She was happy for them, she really was, but there was a twinge in her heart when they came to her with grins on their faces and brightness in their eyes. This child would continue the line of the De Rolos, this child would honor them. For years, Cassandra had lived out of the belief that she was the last of her kind. That she was the last of her family and therefore needed to survive. She was not the last. The line would continue without her.

The bliss of being constantly busy ended over breakfast. Vex was rambling about the gift that Pike had sent over, some baby rattle that Cassandra had yet to see, and Percival was nodding along, listening intently. Her brother’s wife was still obviously in mourning, there were bags under her eyes and more often than not, Cassandra saw her looking in the mirror and cringing away. She empathized; there is nothing more difficult than being unable to look at yourself without remembering all that you have lost. But she had Percival, and she had all of her family, that was enough to keep her going. She still smiled and laughed daily, that consoled them all.

The door to the dining hall opened with a creak, the three of them looked up from their food. Vex’s words were cut off immediately as a guard entered the room and left the door ajar before opening his mouth to speak.

“We've captured somebody on the outskirts of the forest, a man who we suspect assisted the Briarwoods in the coup against the De Rolos.” Cassandra's eyes immediately found Percival’s, they were wide and blue and determined. She and him stood at the same time, pushing their chairs back and starting towards the guard. Cassandra glanced over her shoulder and saw Vex, standing as well and grabbing Percy’s hand. He gave her a glance, pressed a kiss to their entwined fingers as they walked to meet Cassandra at the door. He did not reach for Cassandra, he had that expression on his face, one that she only saw every once in a while when a memory resurfaced. She couldn’t do anything to make it go away, the memory would still exist. They would always exist.

They followed the guard down the hall, silence filling their chests. It was pressing, suffocating but Cass was good at miming the act of breathing. She kept her eyes forward, ignoring the memories that appeared in her peripheral vision. The 13 year old with dark hair curling behind an old set of armor and sobbing into her skirts. The maid tried to clean up the blood that was smeared on the floor with a mop. It had stained the carpet. She’s pretty sure the Briarwoods burned it. This castle was filled with ghosts and in her day to day, she was usually able to ignore them or avoid them entirely. But this short walk to the dungeons was the worst it had been in years. Hearing the name “Briarwood” out loud had made it so the halls had awakened again, the memories that had faded somewhat into the background reappearing with a fervor.

They walked through the castle, making their way to the stairs that lead to the dungeons. As they descended the stairs, she heard Percy let out a tiny, almost imperceptible shaky breath. Yes, this was where he had spent most of his time between the attack and his escape. She tried not to remember in detail what she had found when she’d come to break them free. She wanted to turn around and comfort him but Percy was often not one to openly accept comfort, maybe just from Vex. Maybe he’d accept some from her but not when they were in front of a guard. It would feel too intimate to him, and to Cassandra as well if she was being honest.

The guard led them to the small series of cells until they were standing in front of a small, shadowed cell. Whoever was inside was shrouded in darkness and none of them (except perhaps Vex'ahlia, with her elven blood) could make out the prisoner. The guard lit a torch and suddenly they were all flooded in golden light. Cassandra blinked at it, leaning forward slightly to get a better look at the figure that was curled against the stone wall. He was stripped to his basic layers, ragged looking tunic and pants, bare socks riddled with holes. His hair was long, blonde, matted and unkempt. He looked like one of the poor civilians she used to see all over the place years ago, before Whitestone rose again. She almost let pity bloom in her chest before she remembered why he was in this cell. No pity would be born on this day.

Moments passed, and she was close to saying something to get his attention, before he lifted his head. His face appeared out of the shadows and was flooded with light.

And suddenly, she was a child again.

She was 8 years old and laughing because one of the guards was playing with her, holding her doll high above her head and she was jumping to try and get it back. He was tall and smiled at her.

You see, the De Rolos were a powerful family, yes, but they were a family nonetheless. They valued every member of their staff, they were as close as family with many of them. And most of them loved the family right back. Cassandra had a few vague memories of being held on a maid’s hip and walked around the castle, her thumb in her mouth. Of playing tag with the cook’s children. And of this. Of a relatively young guard teasing her.

There was more. As there always was.

She was 11 and the guard was still around. He worked for them for as long as she could remember. He helped her with her studies when she became frustrated. He pointed out her mistakes and worked through them with her. He was kind to the spaz of a girl that she was.

He gave her candy. Snuck them from the kitchens and slipped them to her when no one was looking.

She was 13. She was crying. Screaming. Begging for her father. And he was… looking at her. The man who had been kind to her since she was small. He was looking at her and she realized, probably for the first time, that there was nobody left to save her. His eyes were brown, and they were empty, and he stared at her for many moments. He opened his mouth, and for a second, for one beautiful second, Cassandra thought he was going to call for the people holding her down to let her go. Her friend. Almost a member of their family; he had been loyal to them for years . But when he spoke, it was nothing. He turned to Lord Briarwood and asked what his next order was. She could hear them clearly as anything.

“Dr. Ripley needs assistance. Go to the dungeons and see what she needs.”  And he left without sparing her another glance.

He was there. For the first three of those five years, he was there. There were a few times, in the beginning, when she had tried to get him to help her. She learned quickly there was, and to her it seemed like there had never been, no affection for her or her family. He left, after a few years, and she can’t quite remember how, maybe from the snooping into Ripley’s journals she often did, or just from an overheard conversation, that he was the one who slaughtered Whitney. That he was the one who assisted Ripley in the torture of her siblings. She had no affection for him after that. The memories from her childhood tasted like bile, and to her chagrin, the faint flavor of lemon candies.

“Luther.”

She took a few steps forward, her hand coming to rest on one of the bars of the cage. She could look through them easier this way, see his face and every angle in it. Every line and wrinkle, every twist in his expression.

He tilted his head to the side, recognition flooding his eyes after a few moments of tense silence. His lips twitched like he was trying not to smile. “Cassandra.”

She stood there, clenching her hands around the bars to keep them from visibly shaking. She had never experienced anything like the pounding in her mind, the undeniable flood of feeling that coursed through her entire body. She did not like it; didn’t like the way she no longer had control over her limbs. She knew that her voice would shake if she tried to speak at this moment, so she kept her lips pressed together and body stiff.

Percy stepped forward next to her. The last of the De Rolos, side by side.

Luther did smile now. “Ah- Percival. I barely recognize you. Though I heard a few stories about you… thought they were false, of course. Why would that boy I knew be traveling with- what was it- Vox Machina ?”

His tone felt too casual, as if they were three acquaintances just getting caught up on each other's lives after years of separation. Percy was frowning, his eyebrows furrowed. “I remember you. I remember what you did.”

Luther’s smile falters. “Yes. The Briarwoods were quite the villains, weren’t they?”

Percy shifted his weight from foot to foot. “‘Villains’? That’s quite a perspective change, sir.”

He shook his head. “They had control of me. They had control of us all. I wish I could’ve done more, but alas, I-”

“Liar .” Cassandra found her voice without meaning to. The word came out strangled and snarling, like a wild animal fighting against its captor.

His eyes turned to hers again, he blinked slowly, so docile, so calm. It only made her rage even more. “I remember you so well. I desperately wish I could’ve saved you.”

“You’re a liar.” she breathed, her voice coming out a whisper but it felt like a shout. She took a step back from the bars and turned to the guard. “Let him out, keep him in chains but lead him out with us. I want to see him up close.”

“Cass-” Percy’s voice came from behind her, she held up a hand to stop him. It was enough to silence him, and he did not speak or protest as the guards fiddled with his keys and opened the door to the cell. Luther was unchained from the wall, but the cuffs keeping his wrists behind him stayed on. Cassandra pointed to the ground in front of her silently, and he was led there, standing before her.

“On your knees.” she ordered, using the same tone she’d use in a meeting with politicians. Luther looked at all the while, he stumbled a little as he dropped to his knees in front of her. She stared at him. He was older now, many years had passed since she had last seen him, but so many that she couldn’t take his face now and warp it into the expressions of the man she knew back then. He had broken his nose since leaving Whitestone, and his hair was thinner than it had been.

“Do you remember,” she began, her voice unshaken now. “The day you buried Whitney?”

He shook his head. She clenched her fist.

“No?” he shook his head again. “Let me paint you a picture.”

She took a step forward until she was just a few inches away from him. In the last moment before speaking, she reached forward and took a fistful of his hair, yanking it back so that he was looking right up at her. She might be small but from this angle, he needed to crane his neck to look directly at her. She made sure he was staring into her blue, De Rolo eyes. She wanted to make him see them all, make him see the children who once ran through the halls, the leaders who ruled so peacefully; see the people he helped to slaughter.

“There’s a reason you don’t remember.” she said a little too sharply and a little too loudly, so that when the words came out it sounded a little unhinged in her anger. “You took her down from the tree, I’m sure you remember this. You took them all down from the tree, you can say more than I can what you did with the rest of them, but Whit, she was still in one piece. Remember? Remember how you killed her? And what did you do with that little girl’s body, long after she was gone? Bury her respectfully? Burn her and spread her ashes in the garden? I know how the Briarwoods worked, Luther, they don’t control you all the time. I watched you do it.”

He swallowed under her gaze, trying to turn his eyes away from her eyes but she ripped hard at his hair so that he winced and his eyes watered. But he looked at her again.

“What did you do?” she asked, not really asking. She was ordering again.

“I-I don’t remember.”

“I know you do. I broke a lot of rules to try to reach you, to try and get your attention outside the castle, but instead I watched you. What did you do?”

His eyes were watering more now but it was something else besides the pain making him do it. His whole body shook. “Cut her hair. Took her clothes. Sold it.”

None of the others had salvageable clothes or hair, Cassandra had realized back then. They had been covered in blood, ripped apart, unclean and unprofitable. But Whitney, she had been killed the most cleanly. Not the most mercifully, of course not, none of them were capable of mercy. But Whit still looked most like herself and that was dainty, pretty, clean. They took even that away from her. Cut off her long curls until she had shorter hair than father’s. Took her clothes so that she had no dignity, even in death. And then, only then, could her sister be taken back to where the rest of her deceased family was. It had stuck with Cassandra, for the rest of her life. The way the men had talked and even laughed as they did this to a child. She couldn’t hear a lot from her hiding spot but she could see their faces and that was enough. It was mind control. And she still didn’t know why they were so horrible. She had more nightmares about that memory than any other.

“Why did you do it?” She knew her voice sounded more hysterical than she would like it to but the image of her sister’s white corse floated over her vision. “Why? Why us?”

He did not answer for a long time. “Gold lined our pockets for what we did.”

“No.” she bit out. “Why did you hate us?”

He looked at her with dull eyes, his eyes were still half full with tears but his eyes held hers with no emotion in them. “No ruler is well loved by all. We did what we wanted, for the first time in years. The children were just in the crossfire… we got carried away.”

She leaned back, letting go of his hair. Carried away. Carried away .

She didn’t even try to stop herself. Her punch was filled with a power she didn’t know she had. She swung hard and hit him square in the jaw, the momentum carrying his body to the ground as he was unprepared for the hit. When she saw the blood on his cheek she realized that she had hit him with the hand that she wore her ring with the Whitestone crest on it. Poetic in an odd way. She did not regret the gash that she had left on his face. She hoped it scarred, hoped it would stay there forever.

There was a ringing silence as she shook out her fingers that buzzed with the impact.

“Give me a reason not to slit your throat.” she let her left hand rest on the blade that hung on her belt. “Because there has not been a word out of your mouth that has convinced me you are deserving of another minute of life.”

“I wasn’t in control-”

She wrapped her hand around the hilt of the sword.

“I could’ve killed you, I could’ve-”

Pulling the blade out, she watched the torch light glint off the blade. Metal is oddly beautiful, especially when the promise of vengeance sits on its tip.

“I’ll do anything, I’ve become a better man!”

Cassandra placed the tip of the blade on his throat. Over the past few years she had gotten to be far more skilled with a blade. Thanks to Vex’s tutelage and her own determination to defend herself against any sort of danger, by now she could join Vox Machina and hold her own. But this was not a test of skill by any means, he was directly in front of her, chained and shaking out of fear. It felt good that he was so afraid that tears started rolling down his cheeks, that she held power over him. It felt good to be powerful. Never in her life had she been this strong in the face of somebody she used to fear.

“Cassandra!” Percy’s voice was the only barrier between her and slicing this man’s body in two.

“Brother, shut up.” she bit out. She felt a hand on her shoulder and tried to shrug it off but he stayed firm.

“I know what you are feeling. I truly do. And if I were myself at any other time in my life, I would be right next to you. But I can’t let you do this, Cass.” His voice was the most sincere she had heard him in a long time. The softest he had ever been in her direction since they had defeated Vecna.

“Yes, you can.” she said, pressing the blade in a little harder so that a dot of blood appeared right between his collarbones. “You can step back and be silent for once.”

“He can’t and neither will I.” Cassandra let out a half sigh, half laugh, as Vex’s voice joined alongside Percy’s. “Darling, you need to give me the sword.”

“You can’t take this away from me.” she snapped. “Just let me have this one thing.”

In her peripheral, Percy was standing there, hand on her shoulder and face dead serious. But on her other side, she could see his younger, crumpled, bloodied body. The body she had seen and thought he was gone like the rest of them until she saw his rising and falling chest.

“I can’t.” he said softly.

“You can. You can . He let them destroy us, Percy. He killed Whitney. He helped Ripley. He’s one of them. Why do you get to kill them all and I get nothing? Let me have something for once in my life!” she let her voice rise, finally, shouting at him even though he was right by her. She wanted to scream. To cry. To beg for her family even though her only family was right here.

“I wish I could.” His voice was so eerily calm, so sad in a way that made her want to shove him away even harder. “I need you to put the sword down, Cass. Or I’ll have to do something I don’t want to.”

“I hate you.” she said, staring directly at Luther but not sure who exactly she was saying it at. She knew that she sounded like a petulant child who wasn’t getting what they wanted and was throwing a fit but her whole body trembled with need . She needed to destroy this physical manifestation of everything the Briarwoods did to her. She needed to hurt him in a way she couldn’t hurt them. Killing Delilah wasn’t enough to quell this need in her soul. She needed more.

“He deserves it.” she argued, her hand that held the word trembling.

“He does.” Percy agreed. “But I will not let you become what I was on the path to. I swear to all the gods, I know what you’re feeling intimately. Killing this man will not make things better. Give Vex the sword.”

She felt tears sliding down her cheeks. “I can still see them.”

“I know.”

A hand that wasn’t Percy’s gently pried her fingers off of the hilt of the sword. She let it happen.

“I’m so tired, Percy.”

“I know.”

And then the sword was out of her grip, and she let out a strangled sob as she shoved Luther hard in the chest. It sent him tumbling back to the ground, onto his back, his hands still behind his back. Leaving him completely vulnerable. But her hands were empty, and the world wasn’t fair, and she could barely see him through the wall of tears obscuring her vision.

She placed a knee on his sternum, leaning into it enough to hurt. Tears dripped off her chin and landed on his face. She wanted to kill almost more than she had ever wanted anything.

“This world will be brighter when you are gone.” She spoke impressively clearly considering all that she was feeling. “And I will be that much happier.”

He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing. She did not let him speak, when he opened his mouth to say something, she pressed harder onto his chest and shortened his breath. He simply let out a pained squeak and she let herself smirk in satisfaction. She straightened back up, adjusting her blouse before turning back to the guard that had led them to the dungeons in the first place. Her cheeks were still soaked with tears, she didn’t bother to wipe them away. They would dry eventually.

“I want him chained, hands and legs, and gagged until his trial date. Thank you.” the guard nodded his head in confirmation, his eyes just a little wide. No doubt in shock at the display from his ruler he had just witnessed. She knew that she should care that he had just seen her at her weakest but she couldn’t be bothered to. All she could do was watch as she made sure he was bound correctly back in his cage before turning on her heel and climbing the steps back up into the corridors. Her body felt hollow, each movement felt like a ghost inhabiting her body.

She made it maybe fifteen paces before Percy caught up to her, grabbing her upper arm and turning her to look at him. She didn’t speak first, her face spoke enough for her. For the first time, Percy really saw her. It was like he hadn’t truly looked at her in months. She looked wrecked, cheeks splotched and wet. But more than that. There were dark bags under her eyes, a hollowness in those eyes and she looked exactly as she had said. Tired. Just exhausted to a point where anyone else would be dead on their feet.

“It’s alright.” it was all he could think to say. What was he supposed to console her with? There was nothing good about the situation they had found themselves in. He tugged her into a messy, awkward hug. “It’s alright, Cassie.”

She buried her face into his chest, breathing in the scent of her brother. Black powder and the hint of Vex’s perfume and smoke. He was so much taller than her, all legs and arms. Her body didn’t fit quite right into his like it felt like it should. In all books, when people were family or close to family, they fit together like puzzle pieces. Their hugs felt just right. This didn’t feel perfect, it wasn’t “just” right but it was definitely right. There would be an indent on her face from pressing her face into a button on his vest but she was caring less and less about dignity. It had been so long since she’d properly hugged Percy and he hadn’t had to rush away for whatever reason. He held her for a long, long time. She got the impression that he had decided in his mind that he would not be the first to pull away.

Eventually, one of them had to and Cassandra pushed off him with a sigh. She saw Vex hovering a little ways away, trying to look like she wasn’t watching but glancing over every once in a while. Percy was looking at her fondly but with worry in his eyes. She reached up and brushed hair off of his forehead, distracted by the hair that had almost fallen into his eyes. He needed a haircut.

“I’ll be alright, Percival.” she murmured. “I promise. You don’t need to worry.”

He shook his head. “Don’t. You have to let me help you now. Let us help you.”

“My darkness is not your darkness.” she told him. “We are not the same.”

“I know,” he said earnestly. “But you’re my sister. And I will not be able to go on if I don’t help you now.”

She pursed her lips, looking away. “I know.”

“Cassandra?” She lifted her eyes back up to his. “I care about you. Very much.”

“And I you.” she said, the response she always said in response to intimate speeches.

“What he’s trying to say is that he loves you dearly.” Vex had walked up to them now, standing beside Percy and looking at Cassandra with a knowing look in her eye. “Right, Percy?”

Percy tucked his chin against his chest for a second, smiling. “Right. Love you, sister.”

She hadn’t heard that in a long time either. “I-I love you too.”

It almost felt wrong on her tongue. And she hated that it felt wrong. Hated that she was so unpracticed in love that she didn’t know the correct way to say it. That the cadence of her words was all wrong. That her tone wasn’t sincere enough.

“You look a mess, dear.” Vex was the first to speak after a bit of a silence, she wrapped an arm around Cassandra’s shoulders and started walking them down the hall. “Come. Let’s go for a walk, hm?”

So Cassandra let herself be led through the halls and into the gardens. With her sister-in-law on one arm and her brother on the other, she felt fully secure. Each step forward brought her closer to herself and though she was still shaking with anger, her hands itching for the hilt of the sword Vex had left behind, her mind scrambling to cope with all that happened in the last twenty minutes. She let herself be led around by her loved ones, Vex at one point pressing a kiss to her cheek and smiling before turning forwards again and continuing on with some story about Trinket. She did feel loved and was surprised to find that after months of being holed up in her office, it was nice to step out into the sun and breathe.

That night, when she lay in her bed wide awake, she wondered what exactly the darkness in her chest was. Percy had Orthax in him whispering desires of vengeance into his ear, urging him to do horrible things. But she had no monster inside her. She had no odd dreams and no voice in her ear telling to cut that man’s head off. She had wanted that, herself, her mind. It had been her own desires and need to quell that need inside her, not some outside force. Did that make her worse than him? She did not think herself a terrible person for having the desire to hurt those who had hurt her worse. But even Percy had let his revenge empty from his body when Orthax had left.

She pulled herself out of bed, walked barefoot down the hall, down all the steps until she reached the door that led into Percy’s workshop. At this time of night, it was a toss up on where he would be. Sometimes Vex was able to drag him to bed at a decent time but still, even with the pressure from her and Cassandra, more often than not Percy could be found bent over some contraption he was spending far too many hours perfecting. She knocked on the door and when she didn’t hear an answer, gently turned the doorknob and peaked inside.

He was there, so absorbed in his work that he didn’t hear her knock. She stepped inside, and it was only when she closed the door that he lifted his head and turned around. Confusion immediately knitted his eyebrows together. Seeing her in her nightgown, hair completely down and loose around her face, no shoes on her feet, was probably the oddest thing he had seen in awhile. Cassandra almost never let her appearances slip on purpose, and the few times she did were either accidental or something forced her to. Her skirts always had no wrinkles in them, her sleeves always buttoned, her hair made just so. But she had come to him, vulnerable and looking so very not-Cassandra.

“Cassandra.” he said, meeting her gaze. “What can I do for you?”

“Might I just sit and watch for a bit?” she asked.

He blinked, taken aback before rushing to answer. “Uh- yes. Yes, of course.”

He grabbed a stool and placed it next to his work table, patting it awkwardly. “Come sit.”

She did. Lifted herself up and watched him work on some clock-like machinery. She was fascinated by his work, even if she didn’t completely understand. Sitting here with the heat of the furnace close and only Percy’s soft humming, she felt more calm than she had in a while. Especially not after how emotionally taxing the day had been. She wanted to ask about what he was doing but didn’t want to break the silence, and anyways, she was too caught up in her own thoughts to be able to follow any complicated explanation at the moment.

“Percy?” she said after a long time of just silent working. He hummed in response, a confirmation that he had heard and was listening. “Did you still… want to hurt people, after Orthax? Want to kill those who forced us to lose everyone?”

His hands stopped moving and he let them rest on the table, completely still. He stayed that way for an uncomfortably long amount of time, letting the silence stretch and stretch until she felt it was going to snap. Instead of breaking it with a word, he let out a heavy sigh. Leaning his head back so that he could look up at the ceiling.

“It’s a good question.” He finally said. “The thing about Orthax, about the darkness, is that it didn’t create the want in my mind. He didn’t make me want to murder those people, Cass, I wanted to. I want to. He gave me the tools and then it was just a matter of me saying yes. In the state I was in… of course, I said yes.”

She nodded along, listening intently. “But after. What about after he was gone?” He tapped his fingers on the table, chewing on his bottom lip. “I think… I think by that point I had gone so far for my revenge, I had experienced it to the point where I was both satisfied and hungry. I knew I had done what I set out to do, but part of me still wanted more. I knew then, and it was only thanks to my friends that I was able to, that revenge was not what would fix me. As much as they deserve it. As much as I wanted to make them hurt for what they did. It was not what would bring me joy.”

He looked over at her then, her pale skin golden from the small lamps that were littered around the room and the fiery furnace. He considered her for a few moments, taking in his baby sister who he had had no idea how to approach all of these months. He had been so afraid that she would realize that she hated him for leaving her behind, that she had grown so far away from him that there was no closing that gap. He looked at her, and the white streaks in her hair that would always remind them of what she had gone through, and saw himself reflected back. It was too hard to explain, even to himself. But in her eyes, if he looked deep enough he could see that hunger that had drawn him to Orthax in the first place. In the set of her frown, in the clench of her fist. His sister was strong, she had always been that way. Her darkness would not overcome her.

“I truly wish I could let you kill him,” he said with a humorless chuckle when she did not respond right away. “But this world doesn’t need another De Rolo on a destructive streak.”

She cracked a smile at that. “Yes, from what I hear, that would not be the brightest idea.”

She was breaking inside, a little. Cassandra De Rolo, strong, fearless, always held her head up high, had cracks spreading through her chest. She was afraid they would show on her face. She wanted nothing more than to burn and burn and burn until she felt happy or she was gone completely. She wanted so much. So much she couldn’t have. But one thing she could have, she wanted. So she did it.

She reached for Percy, placing her open palm on the table as an invitation. He reached and took it with both of his, holding it tightly. She whispered to him, even though there was no one else around, “I hate that it’s just us. I hate the quiet.”

He nodded. “I do too.”

“It was awful, when you were gone after the Briarwoods.” she told him, for the first time. Admitting something she knew he didn’t want to hear. “I was… lonely. So lonely, Percy. In this cursed castle, having to remember-”

He squeezed her hand tightly when her voice started to have an edge again. She had lived her entire life in this castle, she had known it in its prime, she had known it in its darkest hour, and she would know it for the rest of her life. It was the hardest thing, every morning, to get up and face the rooms where she faced horrors for five years. And when it was over, it was still as if she had to face them every day. She hated it, seeing their faces, seeing the bodies hanging from the Sun Tree. There was nothing from her to do but move through each day and ignore the painful chasm in her chest.

“I’m here now. Vex is here now. We’re not going away.” he told her. “You don’t have to be alone anymore.”

She wanted to cry again but instead she half smiled. Lovely to hear him say that, lovely to hear his voice at all. She needed to treasure that more often. For years, she had thought she was alone, the last of the De Rolos. And finally, her brother sat before her once again, he was at her disposal all of the time and yet she didn't hold him tightly everyday, she didn’t treasure his every word. But maybe that was a good thing. It meant they were healing. It meant that they had become a normal part of each other's routine again. She didn’t need to hold every moment with him dear because they had years to find happy moments with each other. It brought her some peace, to remember they had so much time. The clock did not feel as if it was ticking down every second anymore, and they could breathe in these minutes of silence.

“I’m very tired.” she told him finally. He slackened his grip on her hand, but still held it loosely with one of his.

“Let’s get you to bed, mother would be so unhappy with the hour.” Despite the pang of sadness the mention of their mother brought her, she laughed.

“She would, wouldn’t she?” she replied. She made him turn off the furnace and put all his things away before they walked out of the workshop, in the hopes that would force him into bed. They walked through the dark hallways, Cassandra’s arm looped through Percy’s. He brought her back to her room, opening the door and leading her inside. She hadn’t known Percy to ever be the most affectionate person but over the last few months it was like he was practicing for his child. Giving more hugs, giving more kind words, going out of his way to make his intent clear. It made her proud, made her happy, that her brother was healing alongside all of his friends. She felt left behind sometimes, that he was making strides in his journey to happiness and she had inherited his gloom. But it still made her happier, when he sat down on the bed next to her and pinched her cheek playfully, the way he used to when she was a child. He’d been only a few years older than her, but old enough to tease her and remind her he was the elder of the two.

“Goodnight, Cassandra.” he said as he got up. “Sleep well.”

“Sleep well.” she repeated as he left and closed the door softly. The room felt fuller now than it had when she had left to find Percy. Warmer.

After she blew out all her candles, she laid in the dark, staring up into the expanse of her ceiling. The darkness felt heavy after all the discussion from the day. It was closing in on her and she closed her eyes to fight against it, now looking at the back of eyelids instead of her pitch black room. Maybe it was her subconscious or maybe it was her tired mind beginning to descend into dreams or maybe those are the same things but regardless, moments passed and then, clear as day, she heard the woman who had ruined it all.

“You could’ve been my daughter.” Lady Briarwood crooned in a sing-song voice. That voice that had been used against Cassandra for so many years, that voice that had haunted her dreams, and her waking hours, and never seemed to leave even when she was alone.

She was a De Rolo. She tried to scream it but her throat wouldn’t work, her mouth wouldn’t work.

I am a De Rolo .

She would wake up tomorrow and she would still be a De Rolo. She had always been. Even when there was nothing to keep her chained to her family, she had this castle, she had their memories, and she would not let them go. She planned on living a long life, one that honored her family in every decision she made. She wanted to make them proud, make her living family proud, and make her home a home for the continuation of their line. There was so much to do and every day she had to remind herself she had time. Beautiful, sweet time. And when Delilah’s voice grew stronger in her head sometimes, she would turn her head and Percy would be there. If the ghosts got a little too strong, she’d turn her cheek. The visions didn’t go away, how could they, after all of these years of persisting and festering in her head? But she lived with them.

She hurt. She’d always hurt, she supposed.

She was broken but not shattered. She refused to shatter. That would have to be enough until she was whole again.

[pbandjesse]

Today was awesome. We are still in Myrtle beach. I'm chilling in my camp chair and just finished reading for an hour. Im in a really good mood.

Last night was pretty good. Nothing wild happened. It was nice sleeping with the door open with the net, and our mattress didn't deflate. It was a little warm even. Today would be a very warm day.

Jess woke up a little before me and woke me up so she wouldn't startled me getting out of the car. But that was okay. We would get washed up and dressed and after making slightly better coffee we were both in a better mood. I had a nice little apple and cheese breakfast. And then we walked to the beach.

We stopped at the gift shop and decided to come back later for a t-shirt and a magnet. But first it was time to search for pretty shells and stand in the surf.

Jess did not do that. She was in boots. But I walked barefoot and got my legs wet. And found shells and it was great. We watched the sandpipers and learned about the animals that need the dunes to survive. Specifically turtles! Amazing.

We would come back to our camp site and hang out towels and set up the table with some stuff because we decided to spend to much money and go to the aquarium.

But that would be after lunch. First we went to an open air flea market. And it was fun. Not as flea market as I hoped, more drop shipped stuff. But I had a good time looking. We got some old military pins. Had a really funny talk with the man there. Tried to tell me I didn't recognize a submariners pin but then Mr Military was wrong and I was right!! But he was funny and I enjoyed the talk.

Jess was surprised how much I like just chatting with people. She hates it. I keep telling her she has to say hi to everyone at campsites and she is getting better. But it's like. You need to acknowledge so if something happens they saw you and it is just the polite and kind way to act. She's trying. But I think she was surprised how often I will just have a conversation with shop people.

A lot of people just immediately clocked us as out of towners. "where you girls from?" Was the number one question of the day. But people were so kind. Someone asked me if I like the Ravens when I said I was coming from Baltimore and I got to say I just went to my first football game ever and they were all laughs. It was great.

A woman gave us free charms at one stall. And I got a really cool knife that becomes a 16 inch ruler. It's very cool. After some water ice it was time to go get real food.

We went to the boardwalk and got some food at a grill. We shared. I saved some mozzarella sticks for later. And I bought the stupidly expensive aquarium tickets.

We got the package that you get a second thing. Which ended up being something else that we didn't expect. We thought it was am extra aquarium thing but it ended up being an extra Riplys thing. Because this aquarium is owned by the Ripley's believe it or not people. So the second thing was the odditorium and like it was fine. Not the best I've been to. And was to loud. But the aquarium was on of the best I've been too.

It wasn't even that it was a great aquarium. It was good. But there were almost no people. The tunnel had a moving sidewalk. The touch tank with stingrays was so good. And we got to see a penguin parade!! It was just a really excellent time and I was all smiles. I really loved touching the stingrays and watching the seahorses and seadragons. It was the best.

After walking through a very nice gift shop we went back to the car. Jess changed shoes and we backtracked to the boardwalk to go to the odditorium. Which was fine but parking sucked and someone almost backed their car into us and I had to slam on the horn. I think I saw the odditorium as a very dated sideshow attraction. In a way I haven't before. I don't know if it was this one specifically but it just spoke about things in a way I didn't enjoy and it didn't have some of the more impressive things I've seen at other ones. But it's all good. Still had a nice time.

We left there and went to get a photo booth picture. We shared a dippin dot ice cream. Had our picture and then it was time to come back to the campsite.

We got back here and all our stuff was good and safe. We reset up the bed and everything. And then grabbed snacks and a blanket and headed back to the beach.

We laid in the sand for an hour. Read our books. Ate our snacks. Enjoyed the quiet. Someone walked by and told us Jesus loved us. I said thank you because I didn't know what else to say? But he moved on pretty fast.

We stayed until I finished my chapter. And we got back here with time to shower before sunset. We chatted with our camp neighbor for a minute. He liked our car netting. Its an army surplus cot mosquito net. I think he thought it was clever.

We showered and then tried to cook dinner. But as I was about the light the stove the gas valve broke off and gas was pouring out of the thing. I was able to quickly get it off and no one got hurt. But it was scary. The valve seems to be stripped and doesn't attach anymore. So I think the grill is done for. Shame but honestly it is a little to large for what we need it for. And it's very old. So maybe time to replace? I need to do some research.

We were not able to cook our food. But we had lots of cheese and veg and fruit and other things to make a pretty excellent charcuterie camp experience. So we ate and laughed and got eaten by bugs. But it was a good night.

After teeth brushing we have been giving each other space. A really good and healthy thing we do on vacation together. She is in bed and I'm in my camp chair, reading, watching videos, enjoying some alone time. But I should get ready to sleep soon. We have a very long day tomorrow.

We are heading north again in the morning. We will be driving up to West Virginia for one night before home. But we have a few silly little stops to make before I get back to Baltimore. Starting tomorrow with a 3 hours drive to the Whirlygig museum?? I hope it's excellent.

Wish us luck in a very long day!! Goodnight everyone!!

[dimitrescus-bitch]

Sweet Things (Rhea Ripley x Reader)

Song: Sweet Things by The Pretty Reckless

Smut.

Sometimes you swore that she was the devil. Rhea had an uncanny ability to catch you off guard and lure you in. This time was different though. Normally, she came to you when she wanted to have a little fun, but tonight you had accidentally provoked her.

“I thought we had an alliance,” Rhea said, spooking you. You jumped and turned around to face her. “You and me. I guess I was wrong about you.”

“What exactly did you have to be wrong about?” you asked and Rhea put her hand on your cheek.

“I thought you were a sweet little thing, like Candice or Tegan. I mean, you do let me have my way with you, you accepted my protection and my pleasure. Now you’ve gone and thrown it all away,” Rhea said and her voice sent shudders down your spine. “I guess this is the end of us.”

“No, Rhea, it’s not like that,” you said and Rhea crossed her arms over her chest. “I’ll do anything to prove that to you.”

“Oh will you?” Rhea asked and you could see something new in her eyes, something darker. Shayna could protect you, but you weren’t sure how that’d go with Dakota. You saw Dakota’s mean streak and you didn’t want to be on the receiving end of it. “Come on, let’s go then. We’ve got a lot to discuss.”

“What have I done?” you asked yourself as you followed Rhea. She took you back to her house. It was nice and you could see the wonders in her paycheck the push and WrestleMania were doing her. You knew the drill by then, but you still waited for Rhea to send you upstairs. 

“Go,” Rhea barked at you once you had set your things down by the couch. You changed into something that you knew Rhea would like. It was frilly, pink, and delicate. It sent the message that you were much sweeter and innocent that you were. Rhea liked sweet, little innocent things. Even though, you were too far gone to really be that for her. “Where did that come from?”

“My drawer,” you said and Rhea spun you around to look at you. She pushed you onto the bed and then leaned over you. You could feel the dildo pressing against your core through her pants. She grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head back a bit.

“Aren’t you the sweetest little thing?” Rhea pressed open mouthed kisses to your neck. You moaned when she began to suck near the more sensitive spots. There would definitely be some marks there, but you didn’t care. Rhea liked to see them and you didn’t mind the occasional glance in the mirror. “Spread your legs.”

You did as Rhea told you to, not wanting to make a bad situation for yourself. You had betrayed Rhea and she had a right to be angry with you, so you decided to be a good girl and not push things. Rhea pushed your underwear to the side and you felt the tip slide into you. This dildo was bigger than the other ones she normally used. You had never been so full so fast.

“Since you listened, I started slow, but I didn’t forget what you did to me. You’re not sweet at all, you’re a fucking pretender. You like to fuck with people and pretend to be something you aren’t, don’t you?” Rhea’s tone was harsh and she punctuated each sentence with a rough thrust. She grabbed your hips and readjusted you a bit. “You can’t just dress up and pretend to be a sweet thing again.”

“I wanna be sweet for you,” you said and Rhea’s hand wrapped around your throat. She squeezed a little and that added to the intensity of everything. Every so often she would squeeze a little tighter until you were starting to see spots in your vision. She could feel you fading and she flipped you onto your stomach. She didn’t put her hand around your throat again, but instead held onto your bra straps. You were forced to sit up a bit, mainly so you could have a good view of yourself being stretched. 

“You’re mine aren’t you?” Rhea asked you, a little nonchalantly.

“Yes, I am,” you answered.

“You’re whatever I want you to be aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am.”

“I like sweet things, will you be my sweet thing?” Rhea asked you, pulling your body flush against hers.

“Yes, I will,” you said and Rhea pressed a kiss to your lips. It was the first time she’d kissed you in week and your heart was absolutely racing because of it.

“Cum for me baby,” Rhea said and you let go right then and there. Rhea kept pounding into you as you came and when you were finished, she pulled out and set everything aside to be cleaned up. “If you ever betray me again, you won’t like the way that you get back in my good graces.”

“Yes ma’am,” you said and Rhea went into the bathroom to run you a bath. She carried you into the bathroom when it was ready and stripped you out of your little outfit, but only after she had gotten a couple of photo of you. You soaked in the tub for a bit and then you joined Rhea in her bed for the night.