#power fantasy

I like to imagine the poor superheroine just barely having thought she’d defeated her nemesis through bared teeth and bloodied knuckles; only for her to rise back up in front of her overflowing with power.

Finally she has an opportunity to unrestrain herself, someone who can handle her real power. She embodies the dark and demonic forces of her powers, allowing them to fuel and embrace her entire body; soaking her bones, muscles and skin in burning energy~ The kind that washes over you, that should hurt but feels so good to embrace and channel that it wraps back around to pleasure.

The power warps the Supervillainess to a form more suiting, more capable and powerful to channel it. Sprouting fangs, growing tusks and sharp spikes; muscles and tendons stretch and grow to enormous powerful form~ Eyes and arms suddenly multiply her costume is shredded by the rapid growth, skin shedding to demonic hardened scales. A lashing tongue, gargantuan wings and a beastly tail whipping behind her. Claws and talons reach out, a monsterous smile and satisfied laugh as this muscular, hulking were-woman bathes in the glorious ecstasy of her new body and real power~

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Pimarchs x Absolute Wonder Woman Inspired Reader

You find your self-introduced to the grim darkness of the 30th millennium. Can you protect those you love? Or will you lose it all .

Find out on this episode of dragon ball z

Word Count : 2700

Tags | Slow Burn | Unhealthy Relationships | Denial Of Emotions | Political manipulation | Power Fantasy | Romance | Fantasy Romance | Reader is a 30 year old Genz | Reader will be referd to as Traveller | Found family that wont work out | Reader is op | Reader Can and will bitch slap a Primarch at some point | Reader will be 30% Marry sue and 70% pulp fantasy protag |Poor attemps at foreshadowing| English is my second language that I studied for 12 years but I still suck |

TW for the entire series : Toxic dynamics | Violence As A Form Of Affection | abuse | murder | Fascism | Religious Psychosis | Disrespect To Religious Figures | Classism | Emotional Abuse | Emotional Manipulation | Mutilation | Eldritch Horror | Cosmic Horror | Misogyny | Mentions of Suicide | Child abuse | Religious Abuse | Fascist Indoctrination | References to Christianity |

| I'm a very inexperienced writer so give me some grace |

Psalm 23:4

“Traveller!”

A voice called softly over the early forest mist. It was a youthful voice with a breathless under current complemented by the sounds of rustling leaved as their small foot -steps announced their entrance into the deep green forest. Its barely dawn, the songs of early birds haven’t even begun yet, the horizon is still stuck within its twilight softness and dark blue fading beyond the branches of greenery and stars are still visible in their fading twinkle.

“Traveller!” The chirpy young voice calls again, drawing her away from a light slumber, the sweet sleep transitioning to the chilly cold air that is now her reality.  She lies on the branch, it’s large frame enough to have her lie semi comfortable on its mossy surface. Eyes still closed she contemplates if fully waking and if it would be worth it.

 ‘Maybe five more minutes’ thought crosses her sleepy mind and the tree bark doesn’t tempt Traveller enough to stay. The woman sits up, slowly leaning against the main tree truck as she shifts her bag from a make shift pillow back to her front.

“Traveller!” Again, the same voice, eager, too loud for the forest, the echoes bringing a slight ache to woman’s skull. her eyes gaze to her surroundings falling on the dimly early drawn lit branches around her. The forest can be described as a mammoth, massive trees all over, a maze of green easy to get lost in if you careful. Her gaze falls from her vantage point downwards onto the ground below.

Low and behold it’s her the child, Lila, the young dame should not be out this early. Traver yawns and right after lets out an annoyed sigh.‘. ‘it’s early’

Way too early for her to, work, way to early to be awake way too early for her to even care. Soft eyes move swiftly downwards and watch over the young girl who has no sense of where she could be. The low light not hindering her vision in any sense. Lila shesis a short, annoying, child with round cheeks and an eager expression but anxious look on her face.

With the audacity and hyper active energy of a 12-year-old. The youngling is barely protected from the forest mist. The white possibly cotton wrap that lies over her shoulders, is held closely by the child’s arms, probably the only thing keeping the young one warm as the sleeps wear is not meant for the autumn air.

 “I KNOW you’re here!” The shaky but soft innocent voice of a scared child doesn’t help The Traveller be tempted back to sleep.

The Traveller above ponders, maybe she can entertain this as a morning exercise, something to really stretch her muscles. Lila stands wondering waling deeper into the forest.

Traveller moves swiftly like a snow owl, her movements fast and a blur. Silent like a ghost, hidden well amongst the high foliage. She stalks above the young shivering child who can’t event detect her presence. And she grabs a small seed pod and playfully aims for Lilas head.

The young girl jumps a bit at the non-harmful impact, unsure of its possibly a small animal or the verry woman she’s looking for. “HEY!”

Traveller moves again with the same silence and swiftness as she chuck another one from a different direction.

“I know it’s you” Spoke Lila less afraid than before more annoyed the Travellers antics

“It’s dangerous” Theres a pause Lila is not sure where the voice is coming from “To wonder the forest alone, what would Desere say?” the Traveller’s voice is smooth, eerie it blends in with the forest to well, like the ghost of a whisper you’d hallucinated. But the child is unfazed, un impressed more excited that the Is actually here.

“Come out!” The young girl calls to the dark silent forest. And like that Traveller makes herself known, moving being the small child, sneaking up from the shadows.

“Boo”

 Lila immediately turns and goes for a warm hug, bringing the traveller into a childish embrace. The small short child pulling the woman in for a hug, possibly seeking further warmth against the forest chill. The child barely reaches her waist, with the child small frame the hug just reaches her thigh

“Good MORNING” The small one yells shaking from an excitement as she looks up at the Traveler the child’s warm brown skin against the dark chain mail like material that make up her armour.

“You didn’t come home last night” The child clings to the woman tighter as if shed disappear “I got worried…. I had a nightmare, grandmother wasn’t any help” The Traveller looks down at Lila, a sense of guilt rose up her throat, yes, she didn’t come home, mostly because she needs a night away from the village people, partially because she had another argument with the old hag.

“I was, I was fighting a bear”

” Again?” The Lila barely believes it, it’s not the first lie she’s heard from the Traveller and she’s not sure if it will be the last. The traveller decided to have, no regard to share further her excuse.

 ” And you re barely bundled up” Traveller swiftly picks up the child “Its Autum Lila you should be bundled up, haven’t I made you enough coats?” The she puts the child on her back as Lilas arms grip around her neck. “I wanted to see you, I had a bad dream again, so I had to find you, and at least I have my scarf”

“a scarf won’t fight off a cold” The Traveller begins to walk, making her way back to the Village. “You should be more careful too, what if there were snakes, boars, or the bear I fought” The woman spoke with a nonchalant tone.

“Then come home dummy” Lila childishly retorted

“Tell me about your dream” Lila spoke her giving vivid details on her dream, from start to finish like a chaotic non-linear story.

The walk back home was mostly silent on The Travellers part as Lilas went on about her nightmare “And the lion ripped you apart, the grandma laughed”

“Of course, the hag would be happy I’ve been mauled by a lion” Traveller scoffed.

“Shhhhhh listen” Lila scolded. “Then the lion bit and mauled you, then a big dog showed up, along with this bird It looked like the eagles the boys used to hunt, but it was scary, the animals took you away from me and me and grandma were all alone” Lilas tone changed from her usual story telling narration to a more sombre tense. The traveller pauses in her walk.

“You know I’m tougher than that” She spoke and the child couldn’t help it, but cling to the traveller closer.

“I know but it feels like…. One day the nightmares will come true that my day dreams will take you away” The Traveller continues her walk, the village homes now easier to make out in the distance, and regards the child’s words with a small weight, she knows the child’s dreams aren’t real, are they? These visions that plague the preteens thoughts are nothing to care about.

“I’m the strongest here” Traveller spoke smugly. Speeding up a bit adding a zest to her step “Who defeated the great dragon”

“You did”

“And who got rid of the golems plague on the land”

“You did”

“And who is the strongest”

“Grandma?” Lila teased a smile, creeping back onto her baby face.

“Hey that old hoe can’t even pick up a rooster” Traveller sounds offended.

“I like grandma she’s my favourite old hoe”

“I told you I’m allowed to say old hoe”

“Hoe” Lila spoke in retaliation against Traveller.

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that” Traveller turned back to the pathway

” So…. Don’t ever be scared, if some stupid beats want to take me away, I kill it, and if I fall in battle the strong powerful Lila will be at my side to fight in my Honour!”

The words bring sense of the joy to the child, a warmth to her previous grimmer mood. Although it can only temporarily bring some comfort to the young one.

“I Will fight in your HONOUR!” Lila announced within her cheerful giggles. Her face brighter as the sun finally begins to rise and they get a stroll closer to the village.

After minutes of comfortable silence between the two they finally reached the village, the backs of various homes now visible, some chimneys already starting to smoke from a morning fire. The traveller walks with Lila on her back as they reached their own home. The warrior sets the kid down by the front door, and lets herself in. She sends a small glare to Lila; she didn’t even lock the home when she decided to run into the forest at dawn.

“Lila” Her tone scolding, irritated at the child recklessness, but the lecture can come later, its early and she’s hungry. The home smells of coal and sweet honey.

“OLD HOE” She announced “I’m home” her voice loud enough to ring though the entire home the two-story building slightly shaking at her voice. A clanking noise waved from the kitchen, the sound of ceramic glass knocking against each other making its way to her ears.

“God dammit Traveller” A grimly raspy voice spoke, Desere. Lila moves past traveller to the old woman in the kitchen. Traveller enters with a smug look on her face taking a seat by the kitchen island. Her eyes fall onto the older women, she is averaged hight old, fully grey hair but some youth to her 59-year-old wrinkled face, with dark freckles splatters here and there across her cheeks. “Learn to say good morning, like a normal person” The pompous old woman reprimanded. “Have you no manners at all?” Seven years and still no decorum” The woman’s words both simultaneously soft and bitter.

“I like to keep ya on your feet Dés, I’m doing you a favour you know, keeping those reflexes sharp” The older woman could do nothing but sigh and hand the Traveller a cut of tea and Lila some honey glazed pancakes. Lila happily stuffs her face with the food, completely in her own world, to immersed in the food to find any fulfilment in the bickering of adults.

“Well, you enter my home stinking and screaming” The woman elegantly drinks her tea, poised and perfect in her actions, already dressed for the day as if she’s some noble woman.

“Where were you last night” Straight to the point was Desere, a woman with a no room for small talk in her vocabulary, she’s moderately pleasant when she wants to be which is rare.

“SHE WAS FIGHTING A BEAR” Lila spoke up between bites of breakfast, her mouth holding the pancakes in as she looks up at the older woman.

“Lila! Ladies don’t speak with their mouths full like that” The woman scolded the child before brining hurt attention back to Traveller “Fighting a bear huh?” There's obvious doubt in those words. Desere gives the Traveller a look of suspicion as she sips her tea.

“I see no dent in our armour” Traveller could care less at her bad lie, she just sits and looks away avoiding eye contact like a teenager caught sneaking late night.

“Don’t I get tea and pancakes?” The young woman asked with a sudden softness to her tone.

“No make it yourself” Desere sharply retorted. Traveller drones at the words of the greying woman, moving to the kitchen.

“You didn’t even leave me some batter?!” The bowl? Empty of ingredients as traveller moves to make her own pancake batter.

“Well, you’re a warrior make your own”

“hoe”

The wood was stacked up against the barn walls, the sound of her powerful axe’s impact on the timber mixed in with the pucker of the roosters and hens, complimented by occasional input of goats. The moment is a serene scene, peaceful, comfortable…quiet. Desere is at the outfitter shop with Lila, and Traveller is left alone to do the heavy-duty chore, chopping the wood.

It’s been 8 years Since Desere saved had from drowning, 6 years since she’d slayed a deadly beast and 3 since she’d found Lila. And 2 since shed been titled protector of the land.

Another chunk of timber is put to the pile. One after another, none of this repetitive action brings her mind quiet. Something has been wreaking at the back of her mind since she’d chosen this path, it quieted for a few years now its returned, an anxiety that haunts her mind, a fear that all she’s built will fall apart

Power? She has it, but peace? It’s everywhere but her mind. The peace she enjoys now, feels fleeting, temporary.

“The animals took you away from me and me and grandma were all alone” Lilas words linger in her mind, her ramblings usually don’t. The child’s strange dreams and dissociations never quite bothered the Traveller.

 Another block of wood added to the pile, all to keep them warm in the winter. Traveller chops another block, more and more till nothing is left but her axe and some wood chips.

She takes a swing of water from her satchel. Her thoughts loud against her mind.

Traveller the powerful, traveller the savoir, the brave, the genius. The fantasy?

Words from the people, from the king, from Lila/

“Oh, great hero who saved the land and slayed the beast, the Dragon, the golem automatons, the beast” The words of Parise haunt her.

The tall woman wipes her hand of any dirt or grime that could have made its way, onto her calloused palms.  A lost gaze lingers on her hands once delicate now, rough, used strong.

“I’m Traveller the strong,”

“No one will take me away”

Its was about five in the afternoon, chores done, but her craving for sweets every present as she looks over the cakes and pastries that stand on display.

“Velvet or Strawberry” The tall broad woman ponders how to spoil herself this afternoon.

‘Maybe get some for Lila and the old hoe’ Focused eyes look in wonder and the variety that’s across the bakery display.

“Is our hero looking for a treat?” A soft voice spoke from behind the counter. “Why not just get red velvet like always” The motherly woman asked. “It’s not like you get anything different.”

“What if I want something… new Velma” She still glossed over the cupcakes, sweets, and cake slices. “I’m not that predictable” Velma is an older woman, not quite as old as Desere but about 40 years old, a mother of three that runs the bakery.

“Yes, you are” The older woman is already packing a select set of treats for the Traveller and her small family. “Tell Desere I said hi” With her predictable order ready, she thanks the baker, pays then promptly leaves.

Traveller walks, greeting the villagers the knights that pass her by as she makes her way home. ‘How mundane’ Even with the boredom of the day a sense of dread creeps up further the impeding doom, that sits at the pit of her stomach gets heavier, her heart gets heavier. Her path gets closer home, pondering of either her or the hag will cook dinner tonight.

And that stroll down town gets interrupted by loud surprised gasp and the panicked sounds of some citizens, some people run, some come outside.

Traveller locks in and listens to the array of words around the confused citizens

“WHAT THE HELL IS THAT”

“Has god finally arrived? is it the rapture”

“It looks insane”

“Traveller! Look”

She listens to the old man’s words and notices a large shadow washed over her surroundings. She turns unphased and as her bored gaze turns to view the possible commotion, she sees it, a ship in the sky, massive hulking with aura of blood. Its not alone as multiple fade into view. More ships that look like machines of war. Sharp rigid edges cannons, all extremely detailed, intricately designed.

Frozen her blood runs cold. her expression a mix of panic and a blank emptiness, as if the anxiety that has haunted her all these years has finally arrived in person. And The moment a sense of familiarity entered her mind a part of her died.

“fuck”