#alternativeending

Note: Vox and Y/N love eachother, but won't confess it. They play a sinfull game of pleasure and power. He want's heavan and her as his Queen but she want's to break the system. Heavan's and Hell's system.

CW: Explicit sexual content, Dubious consent / power imbalance, Emotional manipulation, Violence references (poisoning, murder), Obsession & toxic relationship dynamics

Hell / afterlife setting

Word Count: ~ 2.7k

Tabel of content I Chapter 11 Alternativ ending I Chapter 11 I

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POV: Vox

Fuck, she just ran off!

Is she already that far along?

That was faster than expected.

I followed her immediately, but then stopped, amused, when she bent over the water dispenser and let the cold water run straight into her mouth.

This woman…

The game.

Always the damn game between us.

Even in life, we played. She was the boss, I was the star. She had the power, I had the face.

We used each other. Fucked. Manipulated.

Until I poisoned her. Because she became too dangerous.

And now? Now we have a deal. I don’t kill her. Never again. Before I do that, I’ll die myself.

She stays at my side. Works for me.

But the game? It goes on. Always on.

I slowly crept up behind her.

She already sensed my presence and spun around toward me in a flash.

Her furious eyes glittered as they locked onto me.

How I love it.

Her gaze, fixed only on me. Not on anyone else. Just me.

“What the hell was that?” she snapped at me, her voice vibrating with suppressed anger and… something else.

I only grinned wider.

“Come with me.” My voice allowed no refusal.

I grabbed her wrist and pulled her along.

Not to my office.

To my room.

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POV: Y/N

He dragged me through the corridors, straight to his door.

The massive door to his private quarters.

The door slammed shut behind us with a dull thud. The click of the automatic lock made my already racing pulse speed up even more.

“What was that?” I yanked my wrist out of his grip, my voice sharper than intended.

Vox slowly turned toward me. His grin was gone. In its place: something darker. More intense. More dangerous.

“What was what?” His voice was soft. Too soft. Like the calm before the storm.

“You know exactly what!” I glared at him, instinctively taking a step back. “That whole show! Pretending in front of everyone that we were—”

“That we were what?” He moved toward me, slowly, deliberately. Like a predator circling its prey. “A team? Partners?”

His eyes—red and blue—locked onto me with an intensity that stole my breath.

“Or do you mean something… else?”

I kept backing up until my back hit the cool wall.

Trapped.

“I just played along, like you wanted.” My voice was supposed to sound steady, but it betrayed me with its tremor.

“Oh, you did more than that.” He was right in front of me now, so close I could feel the static electricity on my skin. “You improvised. You claimed in front of all of Hell that you discovered me. That you signed me.”

His hand planted itself against the wall beside my head.

“The truth.” I lifted my chin defiantly. “That is the truth.”

“I know.” His grin returned, but it was dangerous. Predatory. “And that’s exactly what makes it so damn dangerous.”

“Dangerous for whom?”

“For both of us.” His other hand braced itself on the opposite side, boxing me in completely. “You revealed our real relationship. In front of everyone. Wrapped up as a romantic story.”

I swallowed. “No one will believe it. They’ll think it’s just—”

“Brilliant.” He cut me off, his face now only inches from mine. “You hide the truth right in front of their eyes. You turn the boss into the discovered one. The star into the… what? The lover?”

The one he was, I wanted to say. The one I loved.

But the words stuck in my throat.

“It was a test,” I tried to remain firm.

“And you failed.” His grin widened. “Or did you pass? I’m not sure.”

Suddenly, his cables shot out of his body.

I gasped, tried to jump aside, but they were far too fast.

They wrapped around my wrists, lifted them above my head, pressed them firmly against the wall. Around my waist. Around my wings, forcing them spread wide against the wall.

Completely immobilized.

“Vox!” I desperately tugged at the cables, but they didn’t give an inch. “Let me—”

“No.” His voice was final. “You wanted to play? Then we play. By my rules.”

POV: Vox

She looked at me. Those furious, sparkling eyes. That defiant expression that drove me absolutely insane.

My God, how I love her.

The thought hit me like an electric shock—every time.

I only understood it after her death.

That it was love.

Back then, when she was my boss. When she made me a star. When we used each other.

I thought it was just power. Control. Mutual benefit.

But it was more. And I was too blind, too obsessed, too damn stupid to see it.

Until it was too late. Until I poisoned her.

But I would never say it out loud. I couldn’t.

Love was weakness. Love was vulnerability.

Instead, I leaned closer, my lips almost at her ear.

“You remember, don’t you?” My voice was a dark whisper. “How it was. In life.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about—”

“Don’t lie to me.” My hand slid over her cheek, forcing her to look at me. “You were my boss. My director. You made me.”

Her eyes widened slightly.

“And we fucked.” I leaned in so close my lips brushed her skin. “Regularly. In your office, while your assistants waited outside. In my dressing room, between takes. In your car. Everywhere.”

Her breath hitched, quickened.

“It was never love.” My hand slid lower, over her neck. Not squeezing. Just… possessive. “It was power. Control. Mutual benefit.”

“I know.” Her voice was barely a whisper.

“You used me. For your career. For your empire.” My thumb brushed over her pulse, feeling how fast it raced. “You gave me roles, airtime, fame.”

“And you used me.” Her eyes flashed. “For your rise. Your power. Your influence.”

“Exactly.” I grinned darkly. “We were perfect partners. In every way.”

Then I dropped the bomb.

“And then I killed you.”

She froze completely.

The color drained from her face.

“Poisoned you.” My lips were right at her ear now, my voice a dangerous purr. “Because you became too powerful. Because you controlled me too much. Because I thought you were an obstacle on my path to power.”

“Vox—” Her voice trembled.

“And you know what the funniest part is?” I pulled back, looked her straight in the eyes. “Only when you were dead did I understand what I’d lost.”

That I loved you. That it was always love, even if I didn’t know it.

But I didn’t say it out loud.

“And now?” My hand slid from her neck over her collarbone. “Now we have a deal. I don’t kill you. Never again. I’d rather die myself than do that.”

“The deal,” she gasped.

“You stay at my side. Work for me. Play with me.” My grin darkened. “And the game? It goes on. Forever.”

My hand slid lower, over the curve of her breast, feeling her breath hitch.

“But this time…” I leaned in so close our lips almost touched. “This time I know what I have. And I’ll never let you go again.”

POV: Y/N

His words struck me like lightning.

He killed me. Poisoned me.

I had suspected it. Always known, deep down.

But hearing it out loud…

And he regrets it. In his twisted, broken way.

My emotions were chaos. Anger. Pain. Desire. Hate.

Love.

Damn it, I had loved him back then.

So much that it hurts.

And he killed me for it.

“You bastard.” My voice broke. “You fucking—”

He cut me off by pressing his mouth against my neck.

Hard. Demanding. Almost brutal.

I should have screamed. Should have fought. Should have told him to go to hell.

We are already in hell.

Instead, a soft, breathless sound escaped me—one I immediately regretted.

“Say it.” His teeth scraped over my pulse, dangerously close to biting down. “Tell me you don’t want me.”

His lips moved higher, to my jaw, while his hand slid over my body.

Slow. Agonizingly slow. Possessive.

“I—” My voice failed.

“You can’t.” His grin pressed against my skin. “Because you still want me. After everything.”

“I hate you,” I whispered desperately.

“I know.” His hand slid under my dress, over my thigh. “And I hate myself too. For what I did.”

His fingers found the edge of my underwear.

“But that doesn’t change the fact…” His voice grew rougher. “…that you belong to me. That you’ve always belonged to me.”

And then his fingers slipped beneath the fabric.

I gasped, my head falling back against the wall.

“So wet,” he murmured approvingly. “Already so wet for me. Despite everything.”

“Shut the—”

My words turned into a moan as his fingers began to circle.

Slowly. Way too damn slowly.

“Do you remember?” His lips found my neck again. “How I fucked you in your office? Bent you over your desk while your next meeting was five minutes away?”

His fingers slid deeper, pushing into me.

I bit my lip to keep from screaming.

“How you moaned my name while trying to stay quiet?” His voice was a dark purr. “How you clung to the edge of the table?”

His fingers curled, finding exactly the spot that made me tremble.

“Vox—” My breath came in short bursts.

“Just like that.” His grin was triumphant. “Just like back then.”

His fingers moved faster, his thumb finding my clit.

I couldn’t think anymore. Could only feel.

The tension built, higher and higher.

“Come for me,” he ordered. “Show me that you still belong to me.”

“Never—”

But my body betrayed me.

The wave crashed over me, making me tremble and gasp, his name almost spilling from my lips.

“Good.” His voice was satisfied, possessive. “So damn good.”

POV: Vox

She is perfect.

Even now. Shaking and gasping in my arms.

My cables released her, setting her free.

But before she could fall, I had already lifted her.

Carried her to my bed.

Threw her onto the mattress.

She landed on her back, her dress riding up, her hair disheveled, her eyes wide and dark with desire.

“Take it off.” My voice was rough with restrained desire.

“What?”

“Your dress.” I stood over her, already loosening my tie. “Take. It. Off.”

She hesitated, her gaze roaming over me—defiant and needy at the same time.

“Now.” My tone allowed no refusal.

Slowly, her eyes still fixed on mine, she sat up.

Pulled the dress over her head.

Let it fall carelessly to the floor.

Now she sat in front of me in nothing but her underwear—black, lace, perfect.

So damn perfect.

My gaze roamed over her body, hungry, possessive.

“Perfect.” The word was barely more than a growl. “Absolutely fucking perfect.”

I took off my jacket, let it fall.

Then my shirt.

Each piece of clothing a deliberate act, while her eyes followed me.

Until I stood in front of her wearing only my pants.

“Like what you see?” My grin was dark.

“Shut up.” But her voice held no sharpness. Only desire.

Then I knelt between her legs.

My hands slid over her thighs, pushing them farther apart.

“Do you know what changed in Hell?” My voice was a dangerous purr.

“What?” Her breathing was already speeding up.

I opened my mouth slightly.

Let my tongue slide out—much longer than she remembered.

Almost twice as long. Skilled. Flexible.

Her eyes widened in shock.

“This.” My grin widened. “Imagine what I could do with it.”

“Vox—”

“Shhh.” My lips found the inside of her knee. “Just let me… enjoy you.”

And then I kissed my way upward.

Centimeter by centimeter.

Slow. Agonizingly slow.

Over her thigh. Over her hip.

My hands held her legs apart, firm, possessive.

“You remember,” I murmured against her skin. “How I made you come with my tongue. In your office. In my dressing room.”

Her breath came in short bursts.

“How you clutched my hair while trying not to scream.”

My fingers found the edge of her underwear.

Pulled it down slowly, torturously slowly.

“But now?” I looked up at her, my eyes locked onto hers. “Now it’s going to be even better.”

I tossed the underwear aside.

And then I lowered my head.

POV: Y/N

Oh God. Oh God. Oh—

His tongue slid over me, and it was…

Damn.

So much more intense than in my memory.

Longer. More skilled. Everywhere at once.

My hands found his shoulders, digging into the fabric—I had no hair to cling to anymore.

“Vox—”

He ignored me completely.

His tongue circled, slid deeper, found every damn sensitive spot.

He knows my body. As well as his own.

Every place that makes me moan. Every angle that makes me beg.

His hands held my thighs firmly, keeping me open, exposed.

“You taste so good,” he murmured against me, the vibration of his voice making me tremble. “So damn good. Just like I remember.”

His tongue slid even deeper, pushing into me.

I moaned loudly, my back arching off the bed.

“Just like that.” His grin pressed against my skin. “Let go. Don’t fight it.”

His fingers replaced his tongue, pushing deep into me while his mouth found my clit.

Sucking. Licking. Gently biting.

The combination was overwhelming.

I tried to hold onto something, but my hands found only smooth fabric.

Instead, I pushed my hips toward him, writhing, completely at his mercy.

“Vox—I can’t—”

“Yes. You can.” His voice was a command. “Come for me. Come on my tongue.”

His fingers curled, finding the perfect angle.

His tongue moved faster, relentless.

And then the world exploded.

The wave crashed over me, so intense that I screamed his name.

Not whispered. Not gasped.

Screamed.

“Vox!”

My entire body shook, jerked, completely out of control.

And he enjoyed every damn second of it.

POV: Vox

Perfection.

She is absolute perfection.

I slowly pulled back, licking my lips.

The taste of her—sweet and salty—filled my mouth.

“See?” My grin was smug. “Still so reactive. For me.”

She lay there, gasping, trembling, her eyes dark and unfocused.

“I… hate you.” But the words had no strength.

“I know.” I stood up, opened my pants. “That doesn’t change anything.”

Let them fall to the floor.

Now I stood completely naked in front of her.

Her gaze wandered over my body—over every scar, every line, every muscle.

A lot had changed in Hell.

“Like what you see?”

“Stop—” But she couldn’t finish the sentence.

Because I was already climbing onto the bed, crawling over her.

Until my body completely covered hers.

My weight on her. My hands beside her head.

“I missed you.” The words slipped out before I could stop them. “Your body. Your reactions. You.”

“That wasn’t love.” Her voice trembled. “It never was love.”

“I know.” My hand slid over her side. “Not back then. But now…”

I left the sentence unfinished.

Now it’s different. Now I know what it was.

Love. Damn, toxic, all-consuming love.

But I didn’t say it out loud.

Instead, my lips found her neck, wandered over her collarbone.

My teeth found her bra clasp—front closure, thankfully.

Opened it skillfully.

Pulled it away.

“Perfect.” The word was a growl. “So damn perfect.”

My mouth found her breast, my tongue circling her nipple.

She moaned, despite everything.

“See?” My voice was dark. “Your body remembers. Me. Only me.”

“Vox—”

“Tell me you don’t want me.” My teeth nibbled lightly at her nipple. “And I’ll stop.”

Silence.

She couldn’t say it.

Because it would be a lie.

“Exactly.” My grin pressed against her skin. “You want me. Just as much as I want you.”

My hand slid between us, positioning myself.

“Tonight…” I looked straight into her eyes—red and blue meeting hers. “…you belong to me. Completely. All alone.”

And then I pushed into her.

Hard. Deep. In a single, relentless thrust.

POV: Y/N

Fuck—

The pain. The pleasure. The overwhelming feeling of him.

I gasped, my nails digging deep into his back, scratching over his skin.

“Fuck—” His voice was rough, broken. “So damn tight. So perfect.”

He didn’t move. Not right away.

Gave me time to adjust. To get used to him.

To the feeling of being filled so completely.

“Breathe,” he ordered softly. “Just breathe.”

I did, slowly, as my body adapted to him.

And then he started to move.

Slowly at first. Almost tender.

Pulled back, thrust forward again.

A steady, controlled rhythm.

“You feel like…” He buried his face in my neck. “…coming home. Like perfect, beautiful destruction.”

His hips moved, deeper, harder.

The rhythm quickened.

I couldn’t think anymore. Could only feel.

Him. Inside me. Everywhere. All-consuming.

“Say my name.” His voice was a command, rough and desperate. “Say it.”

“Vox—” My breath came in short bursts.

“Louder.” He thrust harder, deeper. “I want you to scream it.”

“Vox!”

“Good girl.” His grin pressed against my neck. “So damn good.”

He pushed even deeper, his pace now relentless.

Every thrust hit exactly the right angle.

Every movement calculated to drive me higher.

“You belong to me.” His words were a dark promise. “Tonight. Tomorrow. Forever. In this life and every one after.”

And I couldn’t argue.

Because in that moment?

I belonged to him.

Completely. Absolutely. Irrevocably.

“I—” The words burst out of me, unfiltered. “I hate you. I hate that I want you. I hate that it feels so damn right.”

“I know.” His voice was soft, almost tender. “I hate it too.”

Lie.

We’re both lying.

His movements grew harsher, more desperate.

“Come with me,” he commanded. “Now.”

His hand slid between us, found my clit.

Pressed. Circled. Relentless.

And then I was lost.

The second wave hit me even harder than the first.

I screamed his name, trembling, shaking beneath him.

“Vox! Vox! VOX!”

POV: Vox

She clenched around me, so tight, so perfect.

And I couldn’t hold back anymore.

Followed her over the edge.

Hard. Intense. All-consuming.

“Fuck— Y/N—” Her name was a scream, a plea, a confession.

I came inside her, filled her, marked her as mine.

Forever.

We lay there, both gasping, trembling, sweaty.

My weight on her, but she didn’t complain.

“I love you.” The words slipped out.

Soft. Barely audible.

But she heard them.

I felt her freeze.

“What?”

“I love you.” Louder this time. Clearer. “Damn it, I love you. I always have. Even when I didn’t want to admit it.”

I looked straight into her eyes. They trembled.

She didn’t know what to say.

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Autor's Note: I got carried away while writing this but I still wantet to share it with you all!

More Vox ? 📺🦈

Alec was trying to catch his breath, struggling with this pain which was spreading like a poison.

« Please stay with me »

He blinked. This voice. Someone took his unhurt hand and he felt suddenly so calm. Magnus. He smiled at him slightly.

He wanted to meet his gaze but Magnus couldn’t avert his eyes from the arrow in his chest.

« Magnus » he whispered

It was enough to bring the warlock back to reality. He finally looked at his boyfriend, completely shattered.

«  I’m sorry » he said in a quivering voice « I can’t do anything »

His magic was gone. He knew it was a bad decision when he accepted the deal with his father. He just didn’t know he’ll regret it so soon.

Alec didn’t blame him for his helplessness. In fact he seemed so happy. Magnus wasn’t gone for so long but Alec missed him. It broke Magnus’ heart.

Alec closed his eyes for a moment then he spoke again :

« You came back... Like you promised »

Magnus finally smiled. A sad smile unfortunately.

« Of course I did »

He couldn’t help but cry.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8975552/1/Dexter-Season-8-The-Beginning-of-the-End

An alternate version of season 8. The season picks up with aftermath of season 7. How does Dexter react after the chain of events that began before the clock struck midnight on New Years? Rated M for Deb's language and mature situations referenced.

The second alternate ending to The Legend of Halfdan: The Way to the King

Including my new song The Nameless One at the end.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 the thought that in a potential production, it could feel like you're in the middle of it while watching it at home. Only the visual technology isn't quite there yet.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 that the viewer, when they dive in, might develop their own idea of an ending or wish for a different one.

𝐒𝐨, 𝐈 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. At the end, my song The Nameless One plays over AI-generated images, and the idea was that this ending leads into the main plot later on.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝:

A que nos hubiera gustado muchísimo ver esta escena en el final del manga de Snk ✨💓🌹

Amo muchísimo a Levi ❤️❤️❤️