Fic: Humouring The Overlord - Chapter 2
Title: Humouring The Overlord - Chapter 2
Author: lasersandspikes
Word Count: 1,812
Rating: PG
Summary: Megamind never shuts up about making Roxanne his Evil Queen, so the reporter agrees. If only to shut him up.
Chapter 1: http://megamind-movie.livejournal.com/1721537.html
Roxanne's wedding dress;
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Roxanne awoke to a sudden smash. She opened her eyes just in time to see a pair of green ones shine back before she was overcome by blackness again.
"Ahhh, I love the smell of a fainting fiancee in the morning..." He then started coughing violently. "No, wait, that's chloroform!" He picked up the reporter, swaying slightly from the knockout gas, and made for the broken bedroom window.
He mounted the hoverbike, making sure to position Roxanne safely across his chest before starting the engine.
They were half way across the city when Megamind felt the woman stir. He swallowed a groan as he felt her squirm against a very intimate area before her arms suddenly wrapped tightly around him.
"What- W-Where am I?" She looked up and was met with those same green eyes once again. "M-Megamind?"
"The one and only..." He grinned, his tone low and sultry.
Then it hit her as the events from yesterday replayed back in her mind. She nestled closer to him as the wind whipped through her hair. 'What am I going to do..?'
When he said he'd see her in the morning, he wasn't kidding. Roxanne took a peek at his wristwatch, confirming the time. It had only just gone 5AM, and even though it was getting close to summer, the mornings were still chilly.
The villain felt her shiver against him, and quickly took one hand from the bike's handles to reach up and unclasp his cape. He draped it around the reporter, and laid an arm across her back stroking her reassuringly.
Roxanne spotted the abandoned observatory as they flew by, and then squeaked as the bike stopped suddenly on the roof of a massive building opposite.
"Lair sweet lair!" She heard him laugh.
He went to stand when he was met with resistance, looking down he saw the reporter still clutching him, her face burrowed in his chest.
"Are you alright?"
She smirked at the genuine concern in his voice. She was going to play this up for all it was worth. He'd broken into her house a second time and nuked her with the knockout spray; no way was he getting off without a little payback.
Besides, this game could be fun.
"I'm just a little afraid of heights." She whispered softly. "That's why I got such a high apartment, I thought it'd desensitise me." This was partly true. She looked up at him with a smile. "Thank you for the cape, it was so chivalrous."
She saw him blush and held back a grin, keeping her expression as simpering as possible.
"Well, what kind of a husband would I be if I did not act accordingly?"
The reporter's eyes widened, and she couldn't hide her surprise.
"H-Husband?" She stuttered.
His face suddenly dropped. "Well, yes, you did say you wanted to be my queen." He looked regretful as he rambled on. "No, of course you wouldn't want to get married. Not to me. No. No no no. You obviously accepted the role for professional reasons, yes, that makes sense-"
She brought a hand to his lips, resting the tips of her fingers on his mouth. He really did go on sometimes.
"Hush your noise." She smirked playfully. "I'll be your queen, but getting married is a bit soon don't you think?" He nodded slightly. "When were you thinking of making a dishonest woman of me, anyway?"
She removed her hand and waited for his response.
"...infivehours?"
Roxanne shook her head with a snort. "You don't do things by halves, do you?"
"Have you ever known me to?"
She nodded. "You're right, I guess you don't."
He smirked. "Minion's going to be mortified. He's putting the finishing touches on your dress right now..." He held out a hand for her. "Care to take a peek?"
"Isn't it bad luck for you to see it?" She replied, taking his gloved hand.
"Only if you're wearing it, my sweet. Rest assured, I've researched all your human marital customs!"
The thought of Megamind spending his time reading up on such unvillainous things took Roxanne by surprise. If they were supposed to be getting married today, what else had he planned? Had Minion baked an enormous evil cake, too?
He led her to a hatch on the rooftop, bending down to open it before tilting his head. "Ladies first..."
Roxanne felt her lips tug into a smile, and berated herself. 'Stop being such a goon, sure he's polite, but that doesn't mean this has to go any further! As soon as you see that stupid dress, just break it to him! Tell him you were only messing around...'
She gave him a nod and walked in front, her hand slipping from his to steady herself on the handrail as she descended the stairs.
When they made it to the main floor of the lair, the villain took her hand once more. Roxanne felt her pulse quicken as his fingers laced with hers. 'This is the first bit of male contact you've had in years, of course it's going to feel good. But that doesn't mean anything!'
She took a deep breath as he led her towards a massive red curtain that sectioned off part of the lair. He reached his free hand out and swept it back revealing Minion. Roxanne craned her neck to get a look at the mannequin he was working on, but his enormous body hid the dress from view.
"Knock knock~!" The villain sing-songed getting the fish's attention.
"OH, SIR! And Miss Ritchi!" He spun around with a joyful smile. "Or should I say, soon to be Mrs. Mind?" He brought his metal hands to his bowl giggling.
Roxanne found herself smiling along with him until the blue man interrupted, getting their attention.
"Oh Minion, don't be so foolish. She'll be keeping her own name, I'd expect. She is a strong independent woman, after all."
Roxanne was astounded that he'd practically read her mind. She'd never really been fond of the idea of taking the man's name. She had her career to think about. She was Roxanne Ritchi, ace reporter of KMCP 8 News. She couldn't jeopardise that.
"Besides, we're here to see the dress, Minion."
Minion jumped slightly and rushed out of the way to give the reporter a better look.
Roxanne's mouth dropped open with a pop. It was the most beautiful gown she'd ever seen; and it was hers.
It was predominantly a deep blue, though there was a slight green tinge to it. The accents were black of course, and Roxanne's hands shot out to run over the smooth taffeta. Minion had truly outdone himself.
She let her fingers trail up the long sleeves, stopping to fondle the black lace around the neckline. Below it was a beautiful inbuilt basque, the fabric of which changing subtly from the viridian tinge to a slightly bluer hue. She stroked her fingertips across the intricate brocade, stopping at the waist.
The skirt of the dress billowed out into the most beautiful shape. Roxanne wasn't one for 'cupcake dresses', or petticoats in general, but the volume contrasted perfectly with the formfitting top half of the gown, and the little girl in her was reminded of Disney princesses, and the dreams she used to have of wearing such things.
The skirt had a bustle to the back, and Roxanne imagined herself twirling around a ballroom as it spun around her in blue waves. She allowed herself a sappy grin as her hand continued to run over the fabric.
Megamind's grin stretched as the reporter continued to grope at the dress. "I think she likes it, Minion."
Roxanne whipped back round and before she knew it she had closed the distance between herself and the henchfish, wrapping her arms around the base of his bowl.
She felt the sting of tears, and her stomach lurched in guilt. 'How am I going to tell him I can't wear it? How do I even begin to say that?' She hugged him tighter. "T-Thank you, Minion. It's the most beautiful dress I've ever seen..."
She felt like such a royal bitch. Maybe she was Evil Queen material? She'd set this in motion, and there was no going back now. The further the lie continued, the worse she was going to feel. But looking up into Minion's overwhelmed little eyes, she just couldn't bring herself to dash his hopes.
Roxanne's mouth popped open again when she saw the grandeur of the "marital suite".
She'd mentioned still feeling a little weak from yesterday, hoping secretly that the villain would take her home. Instead he insisted she rest here at the lair, and she sighed when he placed his hands over her eyes.
After a few minutes of almost tripping over, and mumbling expletives she felt his hands leave her face and she tentatively opened her eyes.
"Wow."
The bed was enormous. Black and blue silk drapes hung from the top of a four-poster bed. The mattress covered in sheets of the same sumptuous fabric. All the furniture was a shiny lacquered black, carved with the most beautiful shapes of flowers and filigree.
The headboard also had the same intricate carvings, and she was suddenly overcome by the obvious expense of everything in the room. There were more than a few thousand dollars worth in the bed alone.
"Regrettably I won't be bunking up with you just yet." He nudged her with a wink. "But as soon as I slip that ring on your finger, you won't be able to kick me out of that bed."
She couldn't believe how old fashioned he was being. He really had no intention of sharing this bed until their wedding night? This room was obviously made for just the two of them, and now that she thought about it, it was probably the reason he rushed from her apartment the other day in such a hurry.
He'd gotten all this done in a day, and Minion had crafted that wonderful dress. In a day.
Her head was swimming with thoughts and emotions. She walked over to the bed flopping down on it. "You did all this for me?"
"Miss Ritchi, who else is worth all the effort?" He chuckled, and she heard the door close with a small snap as he left.
"I'm worth all this?"
She turned onto her side, curling up as she snatched one of the silky pillows, clutching it to her chest.
'Just sleep on it, Roxanne.' Her mind told her. 'You'll have a clear head later on, and then you can figure this whole mess out.'
Yes Roxanne, feel guilty! He did all this for you!
Tune in for chapter 3 where we will see the pair getting to know each other a little better over a candlelit dinner.
And is that a brainbot playing the cello..?
Author: lasersandspikes
Word Count: 1,812
Rating: PG
Summary: Megamind never shuts up about making Roxanne his Evil Queen, so the reporter agrees. If only to shut him up.
Chapter 1: http://megamind-movie.livejournal.com/1721537.html
Roxanne's wedding dress;
http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m49upiDrhU1rqgxupo1_1280.jpg
http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m49upiDrhU1rqgxupo2_400.jpg
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Roxanne awoke to a sudden smash. She opened her eyes just in time to see a pair of green ones shine back before she was overcome by blackness again.
"Ahhh, I love the smell of a fainting fiancee in the morning..." He then started coughing violently. "No, wait, that's chloroform!" He picked up the reporter, swaying slightly from the knockout gas, and made for the broken bedroom window.
He mounted the hoverbike, making sure to position Roxanne safely across his chest before starting the engine.
They were half way across the city when Megamind felt the woman stir. He swallowed a groan as he felt her squirm against a very intimate area before her arms suddenly wrapped tightly around him.
"What- W-Where am I?" She looked up and was met with those same green eyes once again. "M-Megamind?"
"The one and only..." He grinned, his tone low and sultry.
Then it hit her as the events from yesterday replayed back in her mind. She nestled closer to him as the wind whipped through her hair. 'What am I going to do..?'
When he said he'd see her in the morning, he wasn't kidding. Roxanne took a peek at his wristwatch, confirming the time. It had only just gone 5AM, and even though it was getting close to summer, the mornings were still chilly.
The villain felt her shiver against him, and quickly took one hand from the bike's handles to reach up and unclasp his cape. He draped it around the reporter, and laid an arm across her back stroking her reassuringly.
Roxanne spotted the abandoned observatory as they flew by, and then squeaked as the bike stopped suddenly on the roof of a massive building opposite.
"Lair sweet lair!" She heard him laugh.
He went to stand when he was met with resistance, looking down he saw the reporter still clutching him, her face burrowed in his chest.
"Are you alright?"
She smirked at the genuine concern in his voice. She was going to play this up for all it was worth. He'd broken into her house a second time and nuked her with the knockout spray; no way was he getting off without a little payback.
Besides, this game could be fun.
"I'm just a little afraid of heights." She whispered softly. "That's why I got such a high apartment, I thought it'd desensitise me." This was partly true. She looked up at him with a smile. "Thank you for the cape, it was so chivalrous."
She saw him blush and held back a grin, keeping her expression as simpering as possible.
"Well, what kind of a husband would I be if I did not act accordingly?"
The reporter's eyes widened, and she couldn't hide her surprise.
"H-Husband?" She stuttered.
His face suddenly dropped. "Well, yes, you did say you wanted to be my queen." He looked regretful as he rambled on. "No, of course you wouldn't want to get married. Not to me. No. No no no. You obviously accepted the role for professional reasons, yes, that makes sense-"
She brought a hand to his lips, resting the tips of her fingers on his mouth. He really did go on sometimes.
"Hush your noise." She smirked playfully. "I'll be your queen, but getting married is a bit soon don't you think?" He nodded slightly. "When were you thinking of making a dishonest woman of me, anyway?"
She removed her hand and waited for his response.
"...infivehours?"
Roxanne shook her head with a snort. "You don't do things by halves, do you?"
"Have you ever known me to?"
She nodded. "You're right, I guess you don't."
He smirked. "Minion's going to be mortified. He's putting the finishing touches on your dress right now..." He held out a hand for her. "Care to take a peek?"
"Isn't it bad luck for you to see it?" She replied, taking his gloved hand.
"Only if you're wearing it, my sweet. Rest assured, I've researched all your human marital customs!"
The thought of Megamind spending his time reading up on such unvillainous things took Roxanne by surprise. If they were supposed to be getting married today, what else had he planned? Had Minion baked an enormous evil cake, too?
He led her to a hatch on the rooftop, bending down to open it before tilting his head. "Ladies first..."
Roxanne felt her lips tug into a smile, and berated herself. 'Stop being such a goon, sure he's polite, but that doesn't mean this has to go any further! As soon as you see that stupid dress, just break it to him! Tell him you were only messing around...'
She gave him a nod and walked in front, her hand slipping from his to steady herself on the handrail as she descended the stairs.
When they made it to the main floor of the lair, the villain took her hand once more. Roxanne felt her pulse quicken as his fingers laced with hers. 'This is the first bit of male contact you've had in years, of course it's going to feel good. But that doesn't mean anything!'
She took a deep breath as he led her towards a massive red curtain that sectioned off part of the lair. He reached his free hand out and swept it back revealing Minion. Roxanne craned her neck to get a look at the mannequin he was working on, but his enormous body hid the dress from view.
"Knock knock~!" The villain sing-songed getting the fish's attention.
"OH, SIR! And Miss Ritchi!" He spun around with a joyful smile. "Or should I say, soon to be Mrs. Mind?" He brought his metal hands to his bowl giggling.
Roxanne found herself smiling along with him until the blue man interrupted, getting their attention.
"Oh Minion, don't be so foolish. She'll be keeping her own name, I'd expect. She is a strong independent woman, after all."
Roxanne was astounded that he'd practically read her mind. She'd never really been fond of the idea of taking the man's name. She had her career to think about. She was Roxanne Ritchi, ace reporter of KMCP 8 News. She couldn't jeopardise that.
"Besides, we're here to see the dress, Minion."
Minion jumped slightly and rushed out of the way to give the reporter a better look.
Roxanne's mouth dropped open with a pop. It was the most beautiful gown she'd ever seen; and it was hers.
It was predominantly a deep blue, though there was a slight green tinge to it. The accents were black of course, and Roxanne's hands shot out to run over the smooth taffeta. Minion had truly outdone himself.
She let her fingers trail up the long sleeves, stopping to fondle the black lace around the neckline. Below it was a beautiful inbuilt basque, the fabric of which changing subtly from the viridian tinge to a slightly bluer hue. She stroked her fingertips across the intricate brocade, stopping at the waist.
The skirt of the dress billowed out into the most beautiful shape. Roxanne wasn't one for 'cupcake dresses', or petticoats in general, but the volume contrasted perfectly with the formfitting top half of the gown, and the little girl in her was reminded of Disney princesses, and the dreams she used to have of wearing such things.
The skirt had a bustle to the back, and Roxanne imagined herself twirling around a ballroom as it spun around her in blue waves. She allowed herself a sappy grin as her hand continued to run over the fabric.
Megamind's grin stretched as the reporter continued to grope at the dress. "I think she likes it, Minion."
Roxanne whipped back round and before she knew it she had closed the distance between herself and the henchfish, wrapping her arms around the base of his bowl.
She felt the sting of tears, and her stomach lurched in guilt. 'How am I going to tell him I can't wear it? How do I even begin to say that?' She hugged him tighter. "T-Thank you, Minion. It's the most beautiful dress I've ever seen..."
She felt like such a royal bitch. Maybe she was Evil Queen material? She'd set this in motion, and there was no going back now. The further the lie continued, the worse she was going to feel. But looking up into Minion's overwhelmed little eyes, she just couldn't bring herself to dash his hopes.
Roxanne's mouth popped open again when she saw the grandeur of the "marital suite".
She'd mentioned still feeling a little weak from yesterday, hoping secretly that the villain would take her home. Instead he insisted she rest here at the lair, and she sighed when he placed his hands over her eyes.
After a few minutes of almost tripping over, and mumbling expletives she felt his hands leave her face and she tentatively opened her eyes.
"Wow."
The bed was enormous. Black and blue silk drapes hung from the top of a four-poster bed. The mattress covered in sheets of the same sumptuous fabric. All the furniture was a shiny lacquered black, carved with the most beautiful shapes of flowers and filigree.
The headboard also had the same intricate carvings, and she was suddenly overcome by the obvious expense of everything in the room. There were more than a few thousand dollars worth in the bed alone.
"Regrettably I won't be bunking up with you just yet." He nudged her with a wink. "But as soon as I slip that ring on your finger, you won't be able to kick me out of that bed."
She couldn't believe how old fashioned he was being. He really had no intention of sharing this bed until their wedding night? This room was obviously made for just the two of them, and now that she thought about it, it was probably the reason he rushed from her apartment the other day in such a hurry.
He'd gotten all this done in a day, and Minion had crafted that wonderful dress. In a day.
Her head was swimming with thoughts and emotions. She walked over to the bed flopping down on it. "You did all this for me?"
"Miss Ritchi, who else is worth all the effort?" He chuckled, and she heard the door close with a small snap as he left.
"I'm worth all this?"
She turned onto her side, curling up as she snatched one of the silky pillows, clutching it to her chest.
'Just sleep on it, Roxanne.' Her mind told her. 'You'll have a clear head later on, and then you can figure this whole mess out.'
Yes Roxanne, feel guilty! He did all this for you!
Tune in for chapter 3 where we will see the pair getting to know each other a little better over a candlelit dinner.
And is that a brainbot playing the cello..?