SuperFucked.

by Erasermicsbitch

Summary:

In an alternate universe where super villains and super heroes exist, Rhea Ripley is a super villain who, a long with the help of her allies, took over her world. She ruled it with her wife and comrade's at her side, an iron fist and dark powers. However, after a hero kills her wife (Y/n) in cold blooded revenge for the slaughter of their family, Rhea is left heartbroken and desperate to get her back.

Unfortunately, there is no such thing as resurrection in her world either, and no power strong enough to do so. So Rhea uses her powers to travel to an alternative reality, the easiest one she can, set on finding and acquiring her wife's alternate self.

If she can't have her soulmate. She'll just have to remake her, a new version, with the same pretty face.

Notes:

Sorry I've been gone so long everyone!, I had a baby and stuff so life's been hectic- here's a Rhea Ripley fic-.

Chapter 1: Fuck My Life.

“Ma’am?... That'll be $32.95… whenever you're ready.” You forced out politely, forcing a small smile to the obvious Karen in front of you, who was too busy sneering at the phone in her hand to actually pay for her food. Perfect. Another perfect shift. Your eyes drifted towards the piles of dishes just out of customer view, your dread building as you remember you have to finish those before shift was over. Great, if only people would stop coming in.

 

Or maybe if your coworker Greg actually worked. You sigh internally. Fucking fast food jobs.

 

You're brought back to reality when the telltale click of a card being inserted into the card reader hits your ears. Your eyes drift to the screen below. It glitches, momentarily, the screen shifting and stuttering, snapping you back to reality even further before it recovers and flashed the checkout screen again. Approved. Thank god. “And would you like a-” 

 

You didn't even get to finish your question, not before the woman huffs and snaps at her phone, snatching the bag of food from the counter and stomping towards the exit. Well… at least it's better than being screamed at. Good riddance. You turn from the register, looking out at the tiny shop, a small smile peaking onto your face. Empty, clean…ish, good, this is good. If only it'd just stay like this for the next… hm… the next…?.

 

Your eyes drifted to the clock. Your smile drops. Two hours.

 

Fuck my life.

 

-

 

You're elbow deep in soapy, food scum filled water, trying to scrub the cheese off a bread pan. It's been an hour and a half, the open signs off and you're now turning away customers, focused on cleaning. Your eyes flicker to the chart of tasks on the wall, most gleamed with your whiteboard marker hastily signed initials. The store was practically ready to close.

 

All you had to do was finish the dishes. You tugged a soapy hand free and cranked up the volume on the music you were listening to. Just current radio, but good, calming. You were having a great time, several sandwiches tucked in the fridge for you to take home to your roommates. Your workday was almost over. Until it wasn't.

 

You were ‘mid-duet’ with a Sabrina Carpenter song, grinning and using the pressure sprayer in the sink to take the soap and wet bread chunks off a scrubbed bread pan. Your working the grime and wet globs of bread off, when you hear the radio flicker, Sabrina's voice distorting and glitching. You frown visibly and turn your head, eyes squinting at the tiny radio your boss supplied. Did one of your coworkers break it again?. You stepped away from the sink to examine it, hand extending to grab the small device, when suddenly…

 

Ding.

 

Your eyes roll instantly and you check the clock, you scoff with a sneer of pure exhaustion, hoping that whoever it is, isn't stepping on your freshly mopped floor with muddy shoes. Who even tries to buy a sandwich at 9:59 pm? When the store closes at 10:00?. You clear your throat, turning towards the open entrance to the food prep area from the back, ready to tell this tardy customer to take a hike.

 

Only… there's no one there?. You enter the food area and look out into the lobby. No one. No customers, no boss, no owner. Just you. You raise a brow but shrug it off. What's the use in worrying?, it's probably nothing, plus you're leaving soon anyway. You turn towards the visible sink area again, ready to step back into the back, only to hear it again.

 

Ding.

 

You stiffen now. Your brows furrowing as you slowly turn your head, then body, towards the entrance to the store again. No one. Huh?. You stare out into the lobby, eyes locked onto the door, heart picking up just a bit as you wait… wait… wait-

 

Ding.

 

You flinch as the door creaks open just enough to trigger the bell, before shutting silently. Your stomach churns with dread and discomfort. It's a clear door, no one is there, it wouldn't make sense either… maybe the wind… but it feels off. You cringe a bit as you step deeper into the food prep area. Fuck it, let's lock the door, it's closing time anyway so-.

 

“HEarD youR’Re bAcK toG-g-GeTher! ANd iF thA-aTs trUE-”

 

You flinch hard and jolt, your body ripping around, eyes locked onto the radio as it's suddenly on max volume, Sabrina's voice flooding the small store in a glitching crackling blast. You fumble forward, back towards the backroom, scrambling to lower it, heart racing now. But you barely made it past the threshold before there was a massive blast of pure energy. You're flung to the floor like a ragdoll and the door bursts open, the alarm on the door glitching out, the bell noise ringing over and over and over again. You grunt, ears ringing as the windows shatter, your carefully cleaned and organized lobby space beginning to destroy itself.

 

DingDingDingDingDingDing-

 

You slowly catch your breath, getting the strength and energy to get back up, forcing yourself into a crouching position, panting as a hand fumbles through your pocket for your phone. The chairs begin to fling all around in a swirling woosh of energy that sends the room into a makeshift contained hurricane. Knives, bread, tomatoes, the slicer, the tables. It was a chaotic terrifying scene. Watching inanimate objects react like they were in the middle of a natural disaster, watching the store tear itself apart. You feel dread clawing Inside your throat as you try to unlock your phone.

 

Unfortunately, it's glitching too, barely turning on. Your thumb taps the screen frantically, heart pounding, nose flooding with a metallic scent, another blast of energy flooding the place. You fall on your ass, your phone clattering to the floor, and in a fit of frustration, you kick it aside, panting hard. You pull yourself back up, and suddenly, everything stops. The room went silent, the air stilling, items clattering as they dropped to the nearest surface. 

 

That's when you looked up at the room again, more confident that you won't catch a knife to the eye socket, and you saw it. The subtle glow. It started as a dot, no bigger than the tip of a hypodermic needle, before slowly growing and shifting. It glowed a shifting dark purple, erratic and unpredictable, bubbling and crackling, glitching as it became as tall as the room and as wide as a table. Your eyes were as wide as saucers and your body stiffened worse than ever, leaving you frozen, cowering behind a food counter, as the portal shimmered ahead.

 

It was still, for a time, shimmering and shifting, crackling and glitching, the calm before the storm. Until... It rippled, the glow parting at the center, a hand slowly sliding out, followed by a nicely dressed pair of legs, then a black suited torso, and lastly, a pretty face. Your breathing hitched. Fuck. Whoever this was, she was pretty, if not terrifying.

 

She was tall, probably 5’9 or so, maybe taller, and built. She had broad shoulders, a bulked muscular build, hidden barely by a nicely tailored suit. She had visibly tattooed hands, the tattoos, which seemed to disappear up her sleeves were inked in black, but seemed to almost glow with the portal. She had an intimidating jawline, plump lips that graced her surroundings with a calm relaxed smirk, her nose long and thin. 

 

She had nice makeup on, simple in a way that added to her look, dark eye makeup, black lipstick, slitted eyebrows and gauged ears, a septum piercing in her nose. Her hair was short, black as night and messily slicked back in a way that was oddly attractive. Lastly there were her eyes… Those were an icy piercing blue that seemed more reflective and shining than the glowing portal behind them.

 

She just stood there, eyes half lidded, humming calmly as the portal closed behind her. She regarded the destroyed restaurant around her with a seemingly disinterested gaze, her eyes slowly scanning the room. You held your breath, letting it burn in your lungs, waiting for her to go. However… she didn't move to leave.

 

She seemed to be… was she looking for something?. No… this was her intended destination. But what was she here for?. So many questions. You watch with cautious interest, barely peaking your eyes above the counter as she stepped forward, boots crunching over a ruined chair, the crunch of glass under her.

 

She sighed audibly and shook her head, humming softly before eyeing the open entrance behind the counter that led into the back. That's when she changed. Her demeanor shifted, her lips tugging into a sly smirk before her head tilted and she spoke softly, an Australian accent peaking through.

 

“I can see you… Y/n.”

 

Your heart dropped painfully and your blood ran cold.

 

What. The. Fuck.

Chapter 2: Think I'll Keep You...

The woman's eyes shift downward after she speaks, locking onto you when you should be out of sight. It's like she's looking through the counter. Not just at your eyes, which are slightly visible from her position, but at you, through you. You shiver and your breath hitches, your adrenaline pumping so fast that you can barely hear anything over the thud of your racing heartbeat in your ears.

 

Her smirk softens into an amused one, mischievous and taunting. She tsks softly, shaking her head slowly, humming teasingly as she walked towards you. Your gut churns and wrenches in discomfort, dread, and fear, you instinctively stumble backwards in your crouched position and accidentally fall on your ass, hitting your head on messy tile. “Fuck-”

 

A smooth laugh purrs through the air at your mistake, and as your head fights to raise, a hand sliding behind it to nurse your sore skull, your eyes land on where she had been. But she was gone. Her intimidating figure had disappeared, replaced by a terrifyingly empty space in front of the counter. You finally realize you've started breathing again when your vision blurs due to hyperventilation.

 

“Oh Baby… you're shaking, Y/n…”

 

The voice appeared again, this time?—

 

Directly beside you.

 

You flinch and jolt, head spinning to the right and finding her there, hands in her pockets, head tilted to the side, staring down at you like a predator eyeing wounded prey. You feel the scream bubble in your throat before you can think, pure instinct, pure reaction. It escapes in a pathetic squeak of surprise and confusion melded with fear.

 

Her smirk deepens, darkening just a tad.

 

“Oh?... Did I scare you?... Hmm?...” The woman purred, crouching down just a bit, a hand moving forward rapidly, catching your chin, grip so tight it hurt. She eyed you with a sickening glint of satisfaction in her icy blue eyes, amusement, curiosity, hunger. All in one.

 

“Good… you were never much of a screamer before… might even get to enjoy some good ones… before I train that outta ya’.” The woman grinned, canine's sharp and eyes sharpening with sadistic amusement as she purred her words in that Australian accent. Then, slowly, the hand on your chin began to glow, power burning against your skin, charging for something.

 

You stiffened hard, skin aching under her grip, heart racing. Your head was reeling. What the fuck is this psycho on about? What'd she mean by before?. Honestly, You didn't know what she meant by that, or what she was gearing her powers up for, nor did you exactly wanna find out. “What the fuck-... G-get the- Get the fuck off me!” You squeaked like a teenage boy, voice cracking and childish as you kicked her hard in the crotch on instinct and scrambled to your feet.

 

You listened as the woman groaned loudly and crumpled to the ground for a moment, gritting her teeth and hissing. You didn't stick around though, or even turn to look. Instead?, you got to your feet and bolted deeper into the store, which seemed stupid, but there was an emergency exit at the back that led out to the rest of the plaza.

 

You scrambled past your mop bucket near the sink, past the racks where your jacket was hung, through boxes of inventory that hadn't been put up and weaved through the condiment and chip shelving, all the way to the back door. You bolted out of it and through the short hall, before grabbing the exit door and running through.

 

Hitting a sharp left, you scampered down the dark grimey back area, past the dumpster and hit a right, heading for the huge retail store not two minutes down the hill. You knew she had powers, or whatever the fuck that was, but she wouldn't open a portal in the store right? Around other people?. No. There's no way. You'd have to be safe there.

 

You ran. You ran as fast as you could, but you were just that… You. You were a fast food worker. Between doing college homework and working two jobs, you didn't have time to cook every meal or workout, you lived off 99¢ chicken flavored ramen and 12 packs of your favorite soda. Your healthiest meal was rice. Your most balanced meal was pizza or burgers. Your only exercise was work. You're lucky you have a good metabolism or you'd be fucked.

 

Unfortunately, even being on the smaller to medium side when it came to weight, your diet and lack of exercise caught up in other ways. You couldn't run fast for shit. Not to mention, you were wheezing the second the air hit you when you got out of the restaurant.

 

She didn't need powers to catch you, she was fast enough on her own.

 

You heard her before you even realized what was going on. The smack of boots pounding against the concrete ground. The even pants of someone with a far superior set of lungs, the woosh of air. 

 

You could see the store, you were so close… if you just-...

 

Arms slid around your waist like snakes encircling their prey. Muscular tattooed arms. You looked down and your breath caught in your throat. Fuck. You knew those arms. You quickly acknowledged that you were screwed, and as a last result, you tried to scream. You let out a frantic scream, only, it was cut off by a rough palm smacking over your mouth. Nails dug into your cheeks, an arm squeezing painfully tight around your waist. You were practically falling down the hill.

 

No. Wait- because, no, you were falling down the hill. Or at least starting to. The momentum was causing you both to start falling forward. You felt your heart pounding like a jackhammer as your feet left the ground and you watched the earth approach your face. Only, suddenly, just before impact, The ground exploded into shining, rippling purple energy.

 

You felt your stomach flip and your ears pop, your head going blank for a moment as your impact with the concrete turned into a crash into cold tile. The breath was stolen from your lungs, your eyes blurry and unfocused as reality came back. Thank God.

 

You groaned as the woman's weight made your soreness from the collision with tile much more painful, prolonging your struggle to regain normal breathing. The woman took that to her advantage and let go of you, instead flipping you on your back and grabbing your hands, pinning them above your head. Her knee pinned your legs, right under your kneecaps, forcing them to lay flat, grinding them down with her bodyweight. It wasn't exactly comfortable, her entire weight on you, you couldn't move much at all, still, you writhed under her.

 

“Well shit babe… didn't expect you to pull something that stupid…” She let out a breathy chuckle— irritated, but clearly enjoying this more than she should be. She dug her knee into your legs and her smirk shifted into something a bit more predatory. 

 

“Guess that's what I get, hm?... Always were a slippery little thing weren't ya?…” She sneered sarcastically, bending her arm so she could lean her upper body downward, face closer to yours now. She used her free hand to grab hold of your chin, nails digging into the flesh of your jaw. “ Hmm… I think I like this version of you…” She hummed softly, making your brows furrow in confusion and discomfort.

 

What the fuck is she even talking about?... What did she mean by that?. Your mind is reeling, your trying to figure out what the fuck is happening, why she keeps talking to you like she knows you. She was talking like there are multiple versions of you, it's killing your head, why does this type of shit have to happen to you. Unfortunately, your self deprecating thoughts and confusion are interrupted by another statement from the woman above you.

 

“Think I'll keep you…”

 

Your stomach dropped, dread flooding you, but you were immobilized, heart pounding as her hand began to glow again, eyes glowing a bit as she leaned down further. “I'm gonna enjoy making you mine all over again.” She preened at you cockily, Australian accent rolling off her tongue as she spoke. “Let's take a peek in that pretty little head of yours. Hm?” She grinned, chuckling darkly as a searing pain flooded your mind, temples throbbing, eyes burning as they rolled back.

 

Then everything went black.

Chapter 3: No Longer You...

Notes:

There's a lot of rapid fire shifts here.

When taking on the alternative Y/ns memories it's: 'In quotes'

When flashing back to what the real y/n is experiencing its in italics.

After that is over, from then on, alternate Y/ns pov is in italics.

Pain.

 

All you felt was pain. It burrowed in your head like a wriggling infestation of insects, biting and gnawing at your every nerve ending. Your head throbbed and your body writhed as the woman used her powers to slide into your mind effortlessly. It hurts worse than anything you'd ever felt before.

 

Spears of energy sliced through memories, whispers of her thoughts leaving gashes and dicing your mind like daggers. She was looking through your mind, sorting through your memories like a cluttered filing cabinet. Not simply to know you, but to learn about this world, what it's like, what it made you into. In turn?... You saw hers.

 

Your eyes poured tears, rolling back, mouth agape in a silent scream as memories flooded you. Not those that belong to the woman above you, no, they belonged to you, the other you. Memories of a dystopian world, where superheroes and villains exist. 

 

‘Flashes of parents that resembled your own, but different, wrong. Flashes of your hands grabbing hold of a man, his body instantaneously exploding under your touch, erupting in a mess of viscera and blood, bones splintering outward like a shrapnel bomb.’

 

Your tears mixed with blood, your body wasn't made to endure this, to feel this. You cried as flashes of the torment you inflicted swirled in your mind. You couldn't stop it, you couldn't do anything but let the memories invade your own, latching on like a parasite. Like an infection.

 

‘Meeting her, her charming smirk, her strong hands, her glowing eyes.’

 

Your body twitched violently. Pain is getting worse. You can't think anymore, just experience, drool trailing from your mouth, blood leaking from your eyes as you were being changed— Overwritten.

 

‘Lips pressing against yours, fingers gliding along bare skin, blood painting pale flesh as her fingertips drew lines of red up your figure and mewls from your lips.’

 

You let out a gut wrenching, involuntary scream as your eyes began to glow, inhuman, like hers. Your changing, she's taking something. You can feel her lack of remorse. She could care less.

 

‘A boot, your boot, crushing the skull of a hero. Your hand moving in tandem, making another implode in the distance, their skull slowly pushing inward until it hit their brain, killing them slowly. The scent of smoke and blood rotting in your nose, her eyes gleaming with approval, with devotion.’

 

You kick uselessly, clawing at her, at Rhea, the memories you now hold, those that are slowly replacing your own, they tell you her name in sweet whispers. You're too weak. There is no escape. This is your fate.

 

‘Sweet whispers, sharp canine's, lavish living. You feel fur on your shoulder, Rheas thighs under you, the warmth of a nearby fireplace. You see others, monsters, they reek of blood and sickness. They too smirk that awful smirk that you feel crawling up your face. You hear a voice, her voice, ask if you're okay. You dismiss yourself.’

 

You feel her thumb drag against your cheek— soft, slow… victorious. She shushes your wails and cries, her eyes amused, breathing heavy, sadistic, as she wipes the bloody tears from your skin. She leans forward, powers burning brighter by the second, a kiss gracing your blood and tears streaked cheeks. “It's okay… you weren't special here… you were nothing in this place.” She reassured you. She was being cruel, but honest, at least in her sick head.

 

‘You feel agony, blood pooling in your lungs as you fight to breathe, your attempts sound wet, throat crackling and gasping. Failing to inhale. A man is at your back, a blade is buried in your stomach. Everything hurts. He's laughing, weak, exhausted, satisfied. You cough, clawing at the blade that protrudes from your belly. It hurts. It hurts… you open your mouth to speak.’

 

“Rhea?...”

 

There it was.

 

The pain disappeared as her last words flooded you like a wave of agony. They were painful, final, gut wrenching even. They marked the end of this transformation of yours. Rheas grip faded as her powers left you.

 

You stared at her with blurry dazed eyes, your heart pounding, blood and tears drying on your cheeks, drool slick on your chin. Everything ached. But something had changed. Your instincts told you to kick the woman away, to run, and you considered it, just for a moment. But something spoke up, it was harsh, familiar, it felt like you, it told you to be quiet, to stay put, to just fucking stay there. 

 

Rhea leaned forward, hand sliding slowly upward, grazing your cheek, thumb rubbing over your bottom lip, wiping some drool away. You flinched, stiffened, but you didn't move. You wanted to, fuck, you wanted to, but your body wouldn't let you. It fought hard, and you stayed still.

 

You felt a hand caress your mind, another person inside, another mind at the wheel. That person was unafraid of the psychopath currently touching you. That person leaned into the touch instinctively, reverently. You felt a smile tug at your own lips, foreign, unnatural. You weren't doing that. Someone else was.

 

Rhea saw it. That obedience. The begrudging submission. The fear swirling with something far more familiar. Her eyes shimmered with dark excitement. She let a smirk crawl onto her lips, leaning forward, guiding you to lift your head, to look at her. She was quiet, observant, eyes swirling with bloodlust and sadism, curiosity and devotion.

 

“There she is… there's my crazy little wife…”

 

Instantly, her eyes glowed and you felt like you were hit by a truck. Your mind, your consciousness, always ripped from the helm of your mind and something else was given total control. You writhed and fought internally, but it was a losing battle, and slowly, you faded to Rhea's will, buried under your discarded memories, the real you. Gone was this world's Y/n. 

 

No one would miss her anyway

 

-

 

“Rhea?... My love?...” A voice left your trembling bloodied frame, calmer than normal, smoother. Your eyes fluttered, looking up at Rhea, lips slipping into a soft smile, heart picking up speed. A new consciousness held the control seat of your body, one Rhea forced inside you. Her wife. Her Y/n. 

 

Her. 

 

She was in control now. She was herself again, but maybe with a few tweaks, a few omitted memories, to make the transition easier, to keep her from being too traumatized. Rhea didn't want her wife back damaged, she wanted her back the way she remembered her. She'd do anything to keep her like that.

 

Anything.

Chapter 4: Jekyll & Hyde

Summary:

(Entire chapter is written in Alt* Y/n's POV, which means in italics.)

Some sexual undertones here, as well as some unhealthy sexual and romantic relationship themes.

Pls leave comments and kudo's, I love reading y'all's feedback and thoughts.!! 😊

Your eyes flicker over the features of a face you thought you'd never see again. Your beautiful wife. Perfect in every flaw, every scar something to lavish and worship, every curve and line a new piece to memorize and adore. Rhea. Your Rhea. Your body feels weak, uncomfortably so, but you push past the sensation of vulnerability, you need to bask in her darkness, her sadism, before she disappears again.

 

“My love… my villainess… you look as perfect as the day I met death's cold blade…” You purred, your voice carrying an accent you never had, an exhaustion that you never wore before today. Your hands slid to cup her jaw, thumbs kissing her smooth cheeks and pierced lower lip. “Your aura weakens me, my knees yearn to kiss the ground so that I may prostrate myself before you, my perfect dastardly love.”

 

Rheas eyes look as cold as ever, icy blue irises dissecting you like a mortician slicing into a swollen corpse. Your stomach curls with heat and your eyes shine with devotion. Your body trembles at her mercy, pure affection, pure infatuation.

 

“Shhh… No need for the proclamation of reverence my love… your submission and loyalty are already ingrained into my very essence…” Rhea assured gently into the empty room, her eyes locked into Y/n’s very soul. She could see, in her body, the changes, the alterations a birth in this rotting world had made to something Rhea had deemed perfection.

 

She'd taken in this world through her lovers bodies previous inhabitant, her memories, her knowledge, even that in which she'd long forgotten, Rhea now held in her mind. This world was a mess, useless and weak; a place where they dream of abilities like Rheas and could never posses them. It was unmoldable. She deemed it so the moment she saw where her lover had ended up within the planet's society. Even a lesser version of her bride, one without power or cruelty, shouldn't have ended up here, in a pathetic sandwich shop, living like a servant, shoulder to shoulder with the shit that used to write under her shoe; their shoes.

 

You leaned in, sensing Rheas breathing pick up a bit, that telltale tic of rage flinching at her jawline. You pressed soft lips to Rhea's, trying to appear calm, but barely restraining your unbridled desire to pounce on Rhea and devour her, crawl into her skin and live in her essence so that you might finally be able to worship her as she deserved. 

 

Rhea could feel that barely restrained chaos burning into their kiss, her body tensing as she smirked wide, feeling heat crawl throughout her body. “Hmmm… fresh body… same Y/n… same filthy little bitchin heat clawing at me in a pile of rubble…” Rhea crooned, cocky, taunting not out of disgust, but her own arousal.

 

“I just can't help it… chaos brings a certain light to your eyes and glow to your very being. It just simply needs to be studied from the inside-... out…” Your breathing grew heavy as you leaned in, biting, not nipping, biting hard enough to leave a mark on her jawline, just under her ear.

 

Your heart pounded as you felt her eyes glow that dangerous lilac that you'd learned to fear and lust after in equal measure. Your body shuddered with unadulterated arousal at the sight, and you tensed in preparation for what you knew would come.

 

And it did.

 

Instantaneously, you felt a force constricting your throat, cutting off oxygen. If you forced your eyes down, you'd see a glowing lilac hue surrounding the area. You didn't bother looking, instead, you enjoyed the sensation. You leaned into Rhea as her smirk darkened and her hand slid against your shoulder, nails digging into soft skin over cotton fabric. Your eyes followed her touch down, yearning to take in her steady ink kissed hands against your skin.

 

Only… the sight made you flinch instead of melt. Your vision began to blur and split as big soft eyes you never had, fell on the dirty work shirt and apron you wore. Your body felt cold, pain sparking between your eyes as you spotted the logo and the name tag at your chest. Your name-, No… not your name… it was spelled like yours, looked like yours… but it wasn't yours… it was hers. You let out a strained strangled gasp and instinctively shoved Rhea away. It hurt. It hurt. IT HURT. Your hands slammed into your throat, clawing at the power surrounding it, which Rhea had not stalled yet, your heart slamming as pain flooded you. It was as though you could feel your very atoms attempting to separate.

 

Rheas eyes widened, just a bit, her heart rate spiking as she saw you writhing and gasping out of nowhere. Her mind slowly took in the scene, considering what had caused it, what could stop it. Then?... A sneer tugged at her upper lip. 

 

“Absolutely not.” 

 

She growled deeply as she spoke, her powers writhing, sensing the distance between her lover's soul and this world's body. She'd known it would be a sloppy solution, a quick fix that would need alterations and adjustments as time went on. But this? A mere moment of peace interrupted by an obnoxious fucking bitch who thought she had any right to Y/n's body, her wife's body.

 

Rheas hands glowed that subtle lilac as she reached for Y/n, ready to shut this down before it started, heart hammering in her chest. No self doubt, not guilt, not fear, but rage. 

 

Mine. Mine. Mine. 

 

That the anthem of devotion and possession singing from her every pore.