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Radio NET Bulgaria (December 13, 2022)

23:58 DR. SAXLOVE - It Came Upon A Midnight Clear 23:53 JOE MCBRIDE, THE TEXAS RHYTHM CLUB - Morning In A Distant Land 23:48 MARCUS ANDERSON - Addictive Love 23:43 RAGAN WHITESIDE - Gonna Fly 23:39 DEE LUCAS - Through It All 23:33 SHIN GIWON CHRISTMAS CAROL COLLECTION - The First Noel 23:29 KONSTANTIN KLASHTORNI - Chica Timida 23:25 MARK JAIMES - Miel's Song 23:21 JAZZ FUNK SOUL - Forecast 23:16 KIM WATERS - Heart Seeker 23:11 PETER WHITE - Silent Night 23:07 PHILLIP DOC MARTIN - Flowin' with It 23:03 BRIAN CULBERTSON - Waiting For You 22:57 CHRISTIAN HORNBOSTEL - Waiting At Potsdamer Chaussee 22:51 SYNTHETICSAX - Beach (DJ Rostej Remix) 22:47 SMOOTH DELUXE - Dream Of Insomnia 22:42 LOUNGE GROOVE AVENUE - Don't Be So Shy 22:39 ZARA, SNATT & VIX - No Angel (Zetandel Chill Out Mix) 22:36 DASH BERLIN, EMMA HEWITT - Waiting (Acoustic Version) 22:32 LE VITA, FAB - Apologize 22:29 SAMANTHA JADE - Everytime 22:23 WAY OUT WEST - One Bright Night (Original Mix) 22:19 SILENCE OF SEPTEMBER - Sleep Of Reason 22:14 PETE MURRAY - So Beautiful (Acoustic Version) 22:10 MICHAEL E - People Watching (Rubber Neck Mix) 22:04 GUENTER HAAS - Alone but Never Lonely 22:00 HOUSE MASSIVE - Children (Lounge Mix, Cover R. Miles) 21:57 SIRENS OF LESBOS - I Got New Feelings (Pablo Nouvelle Remix) 21:52 THE THRILLSEEKERS - Synaesthesia (Solarsoul Chilled Remix) 21:48 SKYE - Feel Good Inc 21:45 TOUCH & GO - Straight To...Number One (Dreamcatcher Mix) 21:41 KIRSTY HAWKSHAW, TENISHIA - Reason To Forgive (Piano Mix) 21:37 KENNY G, BRIAN MCKNIGHT - Careless Whisper 21:32 KUBA - Kailash 21:27 30 SECONDS TO MARS - Bad Romance (Lady Gaga's Cover) 21:24 CNBK - Burning Skies (Acoustic Version) 21:20 JENS BUCHERT - Polaris (feat. Shine) 21:17 JOHN DAHLBACK - Walking With Shadows (Acoustic Version) 21:13 LA CAINA - Mona 21:09 LEO ROJAS - Farewell 21:06 SUSANA - A Million Memories (Acoustic Rework) 21:01 JEROME ISMA-AE - Underwater Love 20:59 PABLO NOUVELLE - You Don't Understand (feat. ALX) 20:52 VIV DE LA ROSA - Agua Caliente 20:44 LAB OF MUSIC - Angel Vibes (Original Mix) 20:40 MICHAEL ANGELO, MELISSA LORETTA - Hearts Unspoken (Christopher Breeze Chillout Mix) 20:35 VELVET DREAMER - Your Game My Love (Five Seasons Remix) 20:31 DJ GROOVE - So Late 20:25 JES - Like A Waterfall (Flipside Ambient Remix) 20:20 LANA DEL REY - Born To Die 20:15 RUSLAN-SET, V.RAY - The Voice Of Star (Union Sense Remix) 20:11 SAGI REI - Missing 20:06 SOLARIC INC - Children (Chill Mix) 19:59 GAZEEBO - Shiny Lust 19:54 ANN GRACE - Moon In Love 19:49 ADELE - Lovesong 19:45 KENNY G - My Heart Will Go On 19:39 RED - Pieces 19:34 KITARO - Caravansary Original 19:28 GUENTER HAAS - Secret Diary 19:23 JEAN HONEYMOON - Bang Bang (Lazy Hammock Chillout Remix) 19:20 C.CIL - Sunset 19:17 MAXIGROOVE - Alone (Wellski) 19:13 DJ CHART, DOBA, PRINCESS LARISSA - Danger Games 19:09 BLANK & JONES, ELLES - Mind Of The Wonderful (Acoustic Version) 19:05 NOMOSK, ROMAN MESSER, CHRISTINA NOVELLI - Lost Soul (Zetandel Chillout Remix) 19:02 JAMES BUTLER - Dinner For Two 18:57 SUNLOUNGER, ZARA TAYLOR - Lost (Chill Version) 18:52 MIGUEL LARA - Oblivion 18:49 CLAES ROSEN, NATALIE PERIS - Stay (Original Mix) 18:45 ROBERT NICKSON - Spiral (Chillout Mix) 18:41 LOUNGE GROOVE AVENUE - Silk And Smooth 18:35 ROAN PORTMAN - In Faith We Trust 18:31 SARAH MENESCAL - Don't Speak 18:26 LEO ROJAS - Friendship 18:21 SINOPTIK MUSIC - Black Islands 18:15 ANGELO CRESCERI - Harmony 18:11 IGOR PUMPHONIA - Air (Original Mix) 18:06 SUPERLOOP - Be 18:03 BENYA, PENNY NIXON - Serendipity (After Meridian & Dave Costa Remix) 17:58 RIHANNA - We Found Love (DJ Fernandez Chillout Remix) 17:54 AURORA - Where Would You Go When It Starts To Rain (Original Mix) 17:50 KENNY FONTANA - Wonderful Life (Cafe Buddha Del Mar Bar Mix As Made Famous By Hurts) 17:46 SMOOTH STAB, AELYN - These Words Between Us (Incognet Chill Out Version) 17:44 INNA - Hot (Chill Out Remix) 17:40 YURI KANE - Right Back (Chillout Mix) 17:35 SUNLOUNGER, SEIS CUERDAS - A Balearic Dinner (Chill Mix) 17:32 DIANA KRALL - California Dreamin' 17:26 FARUK SABANCI - As Faces Fade (Domenico Cascarino & Luca Lombardi Chill Out Remix) 17:21 RAZ NITZAN, MOYA BRENNAN - Find The Sun (Original Mix) 17:15 PREMASARA COUNCIL - Sensual Ecstasy 17:11 MEHMET CEMAL YESILCAY - You And I 17:04 EDWARD MAYA - Stereo Love (Yonta Chillout Remix) 16:59 JIM ADKINS - No Ordinary Love 16:55 JAREZ - If You Don't Mind 16:52 DAVE KOZ - Summertime in NYC 16:48 MARC ANTOINE - For A Smile 16:44 CAROL NETHEN - What Child Is This 16:39 DAVID PETROSYAN - This Is My Way 16:34 LUKAS LEUTHOLD - Longing For The Bride 16:30 SKINNY HIGHTOWER - Oh Come All Ye Faithful 16:27 RICK HABANA - RH Lounge 16:23 KIM WATERS - Voyage To Atlantis 16:18 CHRIS GODBER - Butterfly 16:15 BE'NE MUSIC - Just You Just Me 16:11 BRIAN BROMBERG - Celebrate Me Home 16:08 ROB TARDIK - East Meets Wes (feat. Paul Brown) 16:04 PETER WHITE - Confidential 15:59 NILS - Call Me 15:54 BIRDS OF A FEATHER - Moonlight Drive 15:50 PAUL BROWN, DAVE KOZ - Avalon Nights 15:46 PEGGY DUQUESNEL - Light of Christmas 15:42 BYRON MILLER - Just a Feeling 15:38 EUGE GROOVE - Belle Mania 15:34 CHRISTMAS CAROLS - Stille Nacht 15:29 RYAN LA VALETTE - Closer To You 15:25 BOBBY LYLE - Nujazzy (feat. Nathan East) 15:21 BRENDAN ROTHWELL - Solitude 15:17 DEE BROWN - Make Up Your Mind 15:12 STEVE OLIVER - Silent Night 15:08 DARRIUS JAMAR - My Everything 15:04 ANDRE CAVOR - Say Somethin' 15:00 BLAKE AARON - Harmonious Funk 14:55 PHIL DENNY, NILS - Suite Party 14:50 JOYCE COOLING - The Wizard 14:45 BRIAN CULBERTSON - All Through The Christmas Night 14:41 TIM BOWMAN - Smile 14:36 EVERETTE HARP - I Just Can't Stop Thinking About You 14:31 CHIELI MINUCCI - Little Drummer Boy's Dream 14:26 DANIEL DOMENGE - Cool 14:22 JONATHAN FRITZEN - Celebration 14:16 CHRIS STANDRING - Liquid Soul 14:12 BENNETT B - Selfie 14:09 SHARMOND SMITH - Joy To the World 14:05 GABRIEL MARK HASSELBACH - Chill@Will 14:01 VANN BURCHFIELD - Ain't No Body 13:56 OLI SILK - Steppin' Out 13:52 PATRICK YANDALL - Back In The Day 13:47 DAN SIEGEL - Treasure Hunt 13:42 RAINFOREST BAND - My Mellow Ways 13:38 JUSTIN YOUNG - The Christmas Song 13:35 KONSTANTIN KLASHTORNI - You Look Good 13:30 AMANDUS - Enjoy 13:28 DR. SAXLOVE - Frost The Snowman 13:24 KIM WATERS - Heaven's Gate 13:20 PHILLIP DOC MARTIN - Ridin' High 13:16 PAUL BROWN, DAREN RAHN - Ya Dig 13:12 BIRDS OF A FEATHER - City Life 13:09 NICK DUKAS - Rockin Around the Christmas Tree 13:04 WAYMAN TISDALE - Conversation Piece (feat. Bob James) 13:00 NILS - Life is What You Make It 12:56 DREAMING IN COLOUR - Davy's Byrne 12:52 MARION MEADOWS - Step to This 12:48 WILL DONATO - Show And Tell 12:44 SMOOTH SOUL HOLIDAY - Carol of the Bells 12:39 THE SAX PACK - Are You Ready 12:35 TONY SAUNDERS - Speak to My Heart 12:32 YOLANDA RABUN - The Greatest Gift 12:28 DARRIUS JAMAR - Back To Love 12:22 JEFFERY SMITH - Visions of Love 12:18 NATE WHITE - Sweet Summer Nights 12:14 PETER WHITE - Just My Imagination 12:09 U-NAM - This Christmas 12:06 ZOLBERT - Frappe 12:01 TIM BOWMAN - Table for Two 11:57 RICHARD ELIOT - Chill Factor 11:52 KIM SCOTT - Laelia (feat. Jonathan Butler) 11:48 HERB ALPERT - Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas 11:43 EARL KLUGH - Doin' It 11:38 THE SMOOTH JAZZ ALLEY - C-Funk 11:35 TON SMITH - God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen (feat. Preston Smith and Oliver Scott) 11:31 CAROL ALBERT - Mas Que Nada 11:26 REZA KHAN - Seven Mile Road 11:22 RANDY MULLER BOOM CHANG BANG - Sunnyside Up 11:17 JEFF KASHIWA - Back In The Day 11:12 MARCUS ANDERSON - White Christmas 11:07 RYAN LA VALETTE - New Beginnings 11:02 KAYLA WATERS - Lil' Mustard Seed 10:57 J. WHITE - Listen Up 10:52 EUGE GROOVE - Silhouette 10:47 ROBERT HARRIS - Life's Journey 10:44 NICHOLAS COLE - Let It Snow 10:39 MARCUS JOHNSON - Table For 2 10:36 TERENCE YOUNG - Sweet Thing 10:32 CAROL NETHEN - Peace 10:27 PATRICK YANDALL - Dawn Patrol 10:23 DARRYL WILLIAMS - Reflections 10:18 BRIAN CULBERTSON - The House Of Music 10:16 CHRIS 'BIG DOG' DAVIS - Silver Street 10:12 RONNY SMITH - Deck the Halls 10:08 RICHARD ELLIOT - Summer Madness 10:04 ANDRE CAVOR - Road Trip 09:59 KONSTANTIN KLASHTORNI - Drive Me Home 09:55 JACKIEM JOYNER - Evolve 09:51 CHRIS STANDRING - Hypnotize 09:47 SHIN GIWON CHRISTMAS CAROL COLLECTION - Feliz Navidad 09:42 DARREN MOTAMEDY - 50 Shades of Cool 09:38 PETER WHITE - Lost In Your Eyes 09:34 DAVE KOZ - Do You Hear What I Hear (feat. Gloria Estefan) 09:30 BENNETT B - Muriesque 09:26 JOYCE COOLING - Before Dawn 09:20 GREGG KARUKAS - I Mean What I Said 09:16 DARRON COOKIE - 32 Days 09:12 LEE RITENOUR - Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas 09:08 MEKIEL REUBEN - It's 420 Time 09:03 INCOGNITO - Selfishly 08:59 MARCUS JOHNSON - The Journey 08:55 ADAM HAWLEY - Dance With Me (Feat. Gerald Albright) 08:51 BLUEY - You Are the One 08:47 U-NAM - West Indeed 08:41 MARCUS ANDERSON - Mary Did You Know 08:37 PAUL BROWN - Food For The Moon 08:33 KONSTANTIN KLASHTORNI - Forever In Love 08:29 JOYCE COOLING - Christmas, Christmas 08:25 BE'NE MUSIC - 120 East 08:22 ALEX FALDIN - Throwback Vacations 08:17 DREW DAVIDSEN - Double or Nothin' 08:13 MARION MEADOWS - Don't Wait Up 08:10 STEPHEN ROTHHAAR - God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen 08:06 LOUIE FITZGERALD - Jammin' After School 08:01 JAREZ - One Take 07:56 MARCOS ARIEL - Green Eyes 07:51 GABRIEL MARK HASSELBACH - Litmus Test 07:48 HERB ALPERT - I'll Be Home For Christmas 07:43 KEN NAVARRO - Time And Love 07:40 STEVE OLIVER - One Big Smile 07:35 DAVE KOZ - O Holy Night (feat. Jonathan Butler) 07:30 WALTER BEASLEY - Expressway 07:25 TONY LINDSAY - Soul Soldier 07:21 NILS - Waiting on Hold 07:17 CHRIS GODBER - Can't Help Believin 07:13 SHAKATAK - Merry Christmas In Summer 07:07 MADOCA - Surrender 07:03 CHUCK LOEB - Springs 07:00 NICHOLAS COLE - Date Night (feat. Sreve Cole) 06:56 JOE MCBRIDE, THE TEXAS RHYTHM CLUB - Gentle Rain 06:52 PAUL BROWN - Wes' Coast Swing 06:45 BRUCE MCKENZIE - Silent Night 06:40 LOUIE FITZGERALD - Plantation Key 06:37 VINCENT INGALA - In Deep 06:32 LISA MCCLOWRY - Brand New Hallelujah 06:27 LARRY CARLTON, PAUL BROWN - Soul Searchin' 06:24 HERB PARTLOW - Drop It! 06:19 JIM ADKINS - Highway 12 06:14 GREGG KARUKAS - Speakeasy 06:10 DANIEL D. - Let It Snow 06:05 ANDREW NICHOLS - I Love the Way You Love Me 06:01 MARION MEADOWS - Mother Earth 05:56 PATRICK YANDALL - I See You 05:52 DANNY LERMAN - Meow Baby 05:48 PAUL BROWN - Toast And Jam 05:44 DAVE KOZ - All The Love In The World 05:40 DEAN GRECH - What Do You Want This Year For Christmas 05:36 ZOLBERT - Ocean Breeze 05:32 VINCENT INGALA - Vintage Vibe 05:29 KENNEY POLSON - This Christmas 05:25 GARY PALMER - Misunderstanding 05:20 KONSTANTIN KLASHTORNI - You Make Me Smile 05:16 H ALLAN - All Along the Watchtower, Stairway to Heaven 05:09 JOHNNY JOHNSON - O Come All Ye Faithful 05:04 EUGE GROOVE - All For You 05:00 WAYMAN TISDALE - Get Down On It 04:57 NICK COLIONNE - The Journey 04:53 VINCENT INGALA - Ready Or Not 04:49 NILS - Trip Me 04:43 JUSTIN YOUNG - Merry Christmas 04:38 DARRYL WILLIAMS - Do You Remember (feat. Michael Lington) 04:34 EUGE GROOVE - Romeo & Juliet 04:30 PEGGY DUQUESNEL - Christmas Is Here 04:26 GARY MEGGS - Autumn Leaves 04:22 MARCUS ANDERSON - Latte In The Rain 04:17 GREGG KARUKAS - Our Love Is On The Faultline 04:13 PETER WHITE - Bright 04:08 SHIN GIWON CHRISTMAS CAROL COLLECTION - Santa Clause Is Coming To Town 04:04 R.L. WALKER - Only Have Eyes 04:00 GAIL JHONSON, CLIFF BROWN - Groovin' in Philly 03:56 DEMETRIUS NABORS - Perseverance 03:52 ROBERTO RESTUCCIA - Love Crazy 03:48 VINCENT IOIA - Steppin in from the Outside 03:44 BONEY JAMES - Hand In Hand 03:40 BERNIE MARTINI - Falling for You Like Snow 03:36 RAINFOREST BAND - Gumbo Groove 03:31 KIM WATERS - Sumthin' Sumthin' 03:28 ARIEL B - Candy Cane Love 03:24 KEN NAVARRO - Language Of Peace 03:20 ERIC DARIUS - Love Not War 03:16 CHRIS 'BIG DOG' DAVIS - Whatcha Gonna Do For Me 03:12 SKINNY HIGHTOWER - Spanish Harlem 03:08 SHAKATAK - Good King Wenceslas 03:03 DREAMING IN COLOUR - Waiting in Texas 03:00 EUGE GROOVE - Don't Let Me Be Lonely Tonight 02:56 2UNES - Find Your Way 02:51 FREDDIE FOX - From The Heart 02:46 EVERETTE HARP - Don't Look Any Further 02:42 TONY G COPELAND, CORY JAMES - Winter Wonderland (feat. Cory James) 02:36 TONY SAUNDERS - Alaya 02:32 BK JACKSON - Wait For You 02:30 HERB ALPERT - All I Want For Christmas 02:25 ZOLBERT - Back Home 02:21 GREG MANNING - Grateful (feat. Judah Sealy) 02:16 BAKERS DOZEN - No Doubt 02:12 NILS - Jump Start 02:09 VINCENT INGALA - It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year 02:05 JODY MAYFIELD - Summer Rain (feat. Michael Tarpley) 02:00 BLUE SIX - Aquarian Angel 01:55 BRAD ALEXANDER - You Are My Lady 01:52 NICK COLIONNE - The Closer I Get To You 01:49 JAY ROWE - Joy to the World 01:45 MARCUS ANDERSON - Vanilla Mocha 01:40 GREGG KARUKAS - Simone 01:36 PETER WHITE - Peeto Bandito 01:31 ROBERT CHRISTA - Let It Go 01:27 BEN TANKARD - Angels We Have Heard On High 01:23 STEVE OLIVER - Wings Of Spring 01:19 JEFF LORBER FUSION - Mind Reader 01:15 TERENCE YOUNG - Come With Me 01:11 MEKIEL REUBEN - Summer Breezin 01:08 SHARMOND SMITH - Deck The Halls 01:04 BONEY JAMES - Futuresoul 01:00 JONATHAN FRITZEN - Turn Back Time 00:56 SAM BASSMAN JENKINS - Movin 00:53 NATHAN WOODWARD - Jingle Bells 00:49 NORMAN BROWN - Unconditional 00:45 RICK HABANA - All That I Need 00:41 KONSTANTIN KLASHTORNI - Lovely Day 00:37 DEAN JAMES - Neon Skies 00:33 HANK BILAL - O Come All Ye Faithful 00:29 NORTH 2UNES WOODALL - On the Move 00:24 DARRYL WILLIAMS - Harveston Way (feat. Euge Groove) 00:19 MARCIN NOWAKOWSKI - Nobody But You (Feat. Billy Mondragon Of DW3) 00:15 BRENDAN ROTHWELL - Destiny 00:08 JON GIBSON - Everybody Sing A Christmas Song 00:04 OLI SILK - Hats Off 00:00 PHILLIP DOC MARTIN - Black Shoebox

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princess-of-riviaa · 4 years

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Little Lady: Chapter 2

Prologue/Chapter 1

Pairing: Clark Kent x OFC (Vix)

Series Summary: Vixen “Vix” is a lady of the night. Clark Kent, a centuries-old vampire, has a compelling interest in her.

Chapter Summary: Vix gives Clark the private lap dance he paid for. Things take an unexpected turn very fast.

Warning(s): lap dance, grinding, making out, sexy vampire hickies;)

Word Count: 1,197

Mr. Kent makes himself comfortable on the couch in the center of the room as I shut the door and tell Tony that we’ll be occupied for fifty minutes, and unless he hears me shout the safeword, he needs to stay out of the room.

I turn to Mr. Kent, giving him my full attention. In the darkness of the room--these lights are even dimmer than the ones around the stage--my eyes struggle to make out more than his silhouette. He seems more comfortable now that it’s just the two of us. He sits with his legs spread and an arm thrown over the back of the couch, completely at ease. I swallow as nerves make my heart race. The rules are reversed. He should be the nervous one, not knowing what to expect. I’ve given plenty of lap dances before; there’s no reason for me to be nervous. Yet here we are.

“What made you come here tonight, Mr. Kent?” I find myself asking. Normally I don’t care enough about my clients to ask them personal questions. But the words fall out of my mind before I even realize what I’m doing.

“Clark, please,” he corrects. I notice the flash of light in his eyes as I step closer to him, though I can’t place the emotion behind it. My skin grows warmer the closer I get to him, as if the air between us is electrified. “And I guess you could call it untameable curiosity that led me here. That led me to you.”

Something about the way he looks at me, talks to me… it’s too intimate. As if he were speaking to an old friend rather than a girl whose real name is unknown to him. I want to turn away from him, want to avoid his soul-searching gaze.

But instead I play the part of seductress and close the distance between us. I lean over the couch until our faces are inches apart. His mouth parts eagerly, as if waiting for me to kiss him. How cute. He thinks it’s that easy. I slide a hand up his thigh and I hear his breath catch in the back of his throat as I slide it higher up his leg, closer to his growing erection. But instead of moving towards his cock, I slide my hand into his pocket and take out his phone.

I step away and move towards the small desk against the back wall. There’s a music player on top of it. I set Mr. Kent’s--Clark’s phone up to it and press the first song I see in his music app. At Last by Etta James. I resist the urge to chuckle. This is a song only a hopeless romantic would listen to, and hopeless romantics don’t frequent Lilith’s. Once again I find myself wondering what the hell this man is doing here.

I turn to face Clark again and begin to sway my hips to the slow beat. His eyes are locked on my body as I drag my fingers up my thighs, my stomach, my chest. I spin in a slow circle and make a low dip when my ass is directly in front of him, giving him a perfect show of everything he can’t have. By the time I’m standing upright and turned towards him again, his hands are clenched at his sides. The chorus begins as I move towards him and straddle his waist, hovering my hips just inches above his. I can feel the intense, desirable heat coming off him in waves. His cock is hard and straining in his pants. I circle my hips and lower them just enough to brush my clothed core over his. He gasps at the teasing touch and I respond with a devilish smirk. My hands rest on the back of the couch on either side of his head as I lean into him, brushing my chest against his shirt. My nipples harden under my costume--a tight-fitting corset that looks more like a leotard than anything else--and I gasp in surprise. My body doesn’t usually react to these lap dances. Of course, it’s intimate and intense and it would only be natural for my body to get riled up because of it, but I’m usually good at zoning out during these dances. But not tonight. Tonight I’m completely present, as in the moment as Clark is. And my body is suffering because of it. I brush my core against his again before raising my hips and putting distance between us.

I’m too busy observing the growing lust in Clark’s eyes to really process his hands resting on my hips and pushing me down on his erection. I only notice it as a ripple of pleasure shoots through my body, followed by burning arousal.

I gasp as he grinds my hips against his. Despite the layers of clothes between us, his cock runs along my core with precision and I can’t fight back the moan that falls from my throat. “You’re not supposed to… touch the dancers…” I fight to get out.

“I’m not touching you,” he says.

I frown and look down to see that he’s right. At some point he stopped touching me, letting his hands fall by his sides. Now my hips grind against his on their own accord and no matter how much willpower I have, I can’t find it in myself to stop.

“Shit,” I breathe out, but my voice is already shaking. “Clark…”

“Can I kiss you?” he asks, more of a gentleman than any other man who’s ever stepped into this club.

I don’t know where the logical side of my brain disappears off to as I lean in and kiss him first. He grunts in surprise before kissing me back, our lips moving together like we’ve done this a million times before. His arm wraps around my back, pulling my tighter against him. Fire shoots through my veins as I continue to grind against his erection, needing more, needing everything from this man.

His mouth leaves mine but before I can protest, he begins kissing down my jaw and neck. My eyes fall shut and I moan as he begins to suck on my pulse point. Fuck, this man knows what he’s doing.

“Don’t stop,” I cry out, running my fingers through his hair and tugging on the roots.

He moans against my skin, a sound that registers in every inch of my body. I can feel myself dripping, not doubt ruining my costume and soaking his pants, too. But I don’t care about that right now. All I want is--

He bites me. Not in a sexual way. Like, actually digs his teeth into my skin hard and deep enough to draw blood--lots of it. I cry out in shock and pain. But he doesn’t pull back. Instead, he keeps sucking--like he’s trying to suck my blood. What kind of freak is this guy? I shove his shoulders, trying to get him to stop, but I’m too weak against him.

My vision goes black a second later, and I fall limp in his arms, dead to the world.

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cherryblossomfic · 3 years

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Star-Crossed Myth | Valentine’s Day On Earth (NSFW)

SUMMARY: Along with the other fallen Gods of the Zodiac, their Minister of the Crown Alopex, Goddess of Seduction, Ruler of Vulpecula, and younger sister of Leon must continue to fulfill her duties to the King of the Heavens. This includes her duties to Earth on what the humans refer to as ‘Valentine’s Day,’ even though her punishment also included the removal of her wings. Weakened by the Mark of Sin, she is accompanied by Partheno, The God of Love, and supervised by her own Gods of Wishes and Punishments, as well as the Reincarnated Goddess to ensure her job is pulled off as flawlessly as possible. Will her hard work allow her to absolve her sins and return to the Heavens? And will her true love, Scorpio, ever forgive her for what she had to do to earn her fall from the Heavens?

WORD COUNT: 5K

PAIRING: Leon x Dionyssa (The Reincarnated Goddess), Ichthys x Kerasea (Princess of the Heavens), Scorpio x Alopex

GENRE: Otome Fanfic/Smut

WARNINGS: Violence, Angst, Anger, Language, Godly Sexy Time, NSFW

Dionyssa met Scorpio and Zyglavis at the reflection pool with Alopex hot on her heels. Zyglavis immediately handed a file to his superior and waited for her to read it over.

"Excuse me?" her eyes flashed pink immediately.

"What?" Scorpio's head whipped up at the sound of her voice. "You can't give her that one!" Was the King purposely trying to drive her insane?

"I have direct orders," he lowered his eyes.

"He's having way too much fun with this shit!" she yelled up into the air.

"Let's assess the situation first," Zyglavis moved his hand across the water. As it rippled, they arrived at a scene.

"The husband is mentally and physically abusing his wife," Alopex was seething. Her eyes glowed pink as they continue to watch. The man had finished beating his wife into submission before soothing her and offering her diamonds and jewels. "This is the cruelest form of seduction," her body burst forth into pink flames as her hair too began to turn pink.

Scorpio and Zyglavis looked at one another, questioningly.

"Remember the rules, Alopex," Zyglavis reminded her.

She stared at the reflection for a moment before placing her hand on Dionyssa's shoulder. She waved her hand, forming a huge pink plume of smoke before snapping her fingers.

"Next," she returned to normal before glancing up at Zyglavis.

"Wh... what did you do?" Dionyssa asked.

"He was suddenly overcome by a raging virus. His throat is swollen, so he cannot speak. His body is weak, so he cannot physically hurt her. When she begrudgingly takes him to the hospital, someone will notice her wounds and report him to the authorities. She will be single and living on her own by the next full moon," she snapped her tongue. "Next."

"That was pure genius," Scorpio gave her a smile. “You are the master.”

Zyglavis handed her the next file. She sighed and returned to the reflecting pool before once again placing her hand on Dionyssa's shoulder. The scene this time was of a young woman who was jealous of the attention her crush had on another. She was about to post fake images of her rival on social media just as Alopex snapped her fingers. Before the lady could stop, she had posted images of herself instead.

"Wow," Dionyssa threw her hand over her mouth.

"That is a just punishment," Zyglavis smirked.

"I've got the next one," Scorpio placed his hand on Dionyssa’s shoulder and waved his hand, producing the scene of an angry wife. She had just found out, before Valentine's Day, that her husband was cheating on her with their babysitter. She was in the process of slashing his tires when Scorpio lifted his hand.

"Wait," Alopex stopped him. "Hasn't she been punished enough?"

"This isn't right," he frowned.

She turned her eyes to his. "She deserves a bit of leniency, given the circumstances."

"What would you suggest?"

"She still needs to be punished," Zyglavis spoke up.

"She does," she waved her hand over the reflection, creating a whirlpool of pink water. Scorpio noticed that she wasn't touching Dionyssa, as did she. Her eyes glowed bright pink as she whispered into the water. "No man is worth your dignity. Walk away from him, and never look back."

The woman stopped suddenly, as if she had heard Alopex's words. She slowly rose to her feet, wiped her tears, dropped the knife into the nearest trash can, and walked off.

"Punish her as you see fit," she stared at the reflection before turning to leave.

Scorpio quickly snapped his fingers, causing the police to show up before she could get away. She was going to be punished by the local authorities, but it would be up to the husband to press charges.

Dionyssa walked down the hall toward Leon's room to find Scorpio staring out the window at the end of the hall. He suddenly turned to run down the stairs.

"What the hell is..." Leon walked up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulder, when he looked out to the courtyard and saw his sister sitting under the gazebo, on a bench, her knees in her chest and arms over her head as she faced away. As Scorpio slowly walked up behind her, he sighed. "Oh."

Scorpio sat down next to Alopex and waited a moment before speaking. "Did you mean what you said?"

She sighed, refusing to let him see her cry. She remained where she was, facing away as she answered. "It's the logical thing to do."

"It is," he bit his lip as he watched the back of her head. "Why doesn't it feel right, then?"

"If logic hurts this badly... I suppose the only answer is to be illogical," she rolled her eyes. "I'm screwed either way," she half-laughed.

"Can I please... see your face before I pour my heart out to you?" he reached for her shoulder.

She closed her eyes and sighed before turning to face him.

He saw her tear-stained cheeks and frowned. "Vix..." it broke his heart to see her so sad. He then moved her cape aside to glance at the mark on her shoulder. "You did that for me?"

"It doesn't matter. My choice was my own. I took a chance... and made a grave error in judgement."

"I missed you," he whispered. "I missed you so freaking much," he sighed. "I honestly never thought I'd see you again."

"And I never gave up," tears again betrayed her. "I'm pathetic."

"No," he reached for her hand. "You're strong... so much stronger than I am."

"No..."

"You're beautiful, and you're intelligent, and so confident... and I love you so fucking much."

She lost her breath as she looked into his eyes.

As their lips came together, a pink shockwave flew out from them in all directions.

"What was that?" Dionyssa caught her breath.

"When two Gods are truly in love, it changes them. That was their hearts, beating as one. Look," he pointed to the flowers, peeking up through the snow, blooming right before their eyes.

"How beautiful," she cuddled into him as he kissed her forehead.

"That should have been our first kiss," Scorpio whispered.

She looked up into his eyes as she placed her right hand over his heart. A smile spread across her face as she leaned in to kiss him again.

"As pissed off as I am that you sinned to get here, I am so happy to see you again."

"I feel responsible for you being here."

"No..."

"I pushed you to complete those missions for the King when I knew you didn't want to. You were trying to pull away from that life. It was becoming too much like your past life as a human, and I..."

"It's over," he whispered. "Right now, you should focus on resting up for tomorrow."

She sighed as she dropped her eyes.

"Hey," he lifted her chin to look into her eyes. "I'll be right here, cheering you on and waiting for you to return. I'm not going anywhere ever again. I love you."

"I love you," she pressed her lips against his.

❤︎

“I have to work tomorrow. I might be able to take you out for a quick meal, but I need to keep an eye on my sister,” Leon sighed as he ran his fingers through Dionyssa’s hair.

“What are you saying?” she looked up at him.

“Romance tonight… holiday tomorrow.”

“Oh?” he ears perked up. “Okay… I left your gifts at home anyway.”

“You bought me gifts?” he smirked at her.

“Of course I did. It’s Valentine’s Day.”

“You never cease to amaze me,” he leaned down to kiss her, pulling her into his room with a slam of the door behind them. He ran his hands up her arms as the most powerful sensations she had ever felt slammed through her body.

“Ah!” she threw her head back as he smiled. He loved using his powers on her. “We’re not going out first?”

“That’s tomorrow night,” he kissed her.

“And this is tonight,” she pushed against him as her bodily responses sped into overdrive.

A guttural growl rumbled from deep in his chest as they pounced on one another, grabbing at clothes and throwing them away while making their way to the bed.

He always had to remind himself to be gentle and to hold back. Humans were much more fragile than the Goddesses he had been with in the past. It would devastate him to kill his woman in the heat of passion.

Every God in the house suddenly looked up toward Leon’s room, bursting into a bright smile before going back to their own business. Alopex grinned as she walked down the hall toward the baths.

“He is definitely my brother,” she grinned as Ichthys followed her.

Scorpio looked up from reading over paperwork to see Teorus tiptoe after them. “Dipshits,” he mumbled before retuning his attention to the papers.

❤︎

Dionyssa opened her eyes very early the next morning to find Leon gone. She quickly dressed and walked out to find all 18 of the top-tier Gods in a circle, with Alopex in the middle.

Each of them raised their hand and pointed their palms toward her as her mark began to change. The sun circling the raven completely disappeared, and the raven itself faded to a light gray. Alopex closed her eyes in pain for only a moment, but when she opened them, they were pure, crystal pink as her hair drained of all color, leaving it a silvery white. This is why she was also known as Vixen, for she was The White Fox.

Her body began to levitate as her clothes changed into a deep purple gown adorned in stars and trimmed in white fox fur with a wide silver belt wrapped around her waist.

She lowered back to her feet and looked down at her hands for a moment, letting her body get used to wielding her powers once again before looking up to Zyglavis and nodding.

Partheno stepped up and knelt before her. "My Lady, I am ready."

She took his hand and nodded before glancing at Scorpio. Dionyssa swore she saw him smile for the first time--ever.

"24 hours is yours, Goddess," Zyglavis bowed to her.

"Shall we then?" she let out a deep breath just before disappearing.

Leon quickly grabbed Dionyssa's hand and teleported them to the fountain in his room. "You have to see this. It's the most incredible sight in universe."

She raised her eyebrows as he waived his hand across the fountain and watched Partheno and Alopex fly through the city. She waved her hand, producing pink dust that found its way to anyone who needed it.

Occasionally, she would land to observe people for a moment. If she decided they needed an extra push, she would touch one half of the couple and then form an arrow of light. Like Cupid, she would shoot the other half straight into the heart and then leave, smiling, as her magic was left to work.

"I taught her that," Tauxolouve grinned from over Dionyssa's shoulder.

"You are so good at this," Partheno grinned at her.

"Losing my wings wasn't as big a problem as I thought," she sighed. "I still miss them, though."

"You're still you, Alo."

"Thank you," she looked around and turned to find a large area in which she was needed. She burst into pink flames as she slowly walked through the crowd and, touching one by one, blessed them with just the amount of love and peace they needed to accomplish their love goals for that night.

"Damn, she's beautiful," they looked up to see Scorpio watching from next to Huedhaut.

Leon slowly turned to him. "So, you finally did it, huh?"

"Is that a problem?"

"It's a huge problem," he growled, "but if you make my sister happy, I can overlook it."

"I'm not sure of anything as long as we're trapped on this damn rock, but... yeah. Eternity with my Vixen sounds pretty freakin' awesome."

"Enough with the pet names," he rolled his eyes. "Do whatever the hell you want."

Dionyssa waited a while before asking a question that had weighed on her mind. "If she's your younger sister... why does she outrank you?"

The other Gods froze, smiles on their faces as they looked up and waited for Leon's answer.

"Because of that," he pointed into the reflecting pool. "She can read what is truly in a heart... and I've never really cared before..."

He stopped speaking, but she knew what he meant. He didn't care about love until he met her.

That night, Leon treated Dionyssa to a nice restaurant and a bit of shopping, human things that she seemed to like, before they returned to the mansion. With it being such a big day for both departments, she sat back and resumed her watch over Alopex as the remaining Gods caught up on paperwork and waited.

As the sun rose the next morning, the door opened and everyone who had been waiting sat up straight. Dionyssa was apparently sound asleep with her head in Leon's lap (how embarrassing!), but the Gods all bowed to her.

"Thank you," she smiled for them.

"For you," Huedhaut handed her glass of wine.

"I'm going to need it..." she suddenly lost her breath as she doubled over in pain. Scorpio was there in a second, holding her hand as her mark reappeared in full. Her hair and eyes slowly returned to normal, as her purple gown disappeared, and a peach and gold single-shouldered silk tunic took its place.

"I've got'cha," Scorpio whispered gently to her as she returned to her feet.

She took a few breaths before clearing her throat and drinking down her wine.

Once the Goddess had taken the first sip, the Gods raised their cups and toasted her. "To Alopex!"

"I really missed you guys," she broke into laughter as they all followed.

That's about the time Dionyssa woke up and looked around.

"You had fun. Admit it, you tooootaly did," Ichthys grinned at Alopex.

"It was different," she spoke slowly. "Having Partheno there to spot what I missed, not having my wings... having a set timeframe... It was strange," she relaxed.

"I'm just glad you were respectful enough not to pull any pranks this year," Zyglavis spoke to Ichthys.

Ichthys dropped his mouth open to mock offense as Leon and Alopex both nodded in agreement.

"Last year was messy, Ik," Scorpio agreed.

"But you're still talking about it," he smirked proudly.

"Because of the carnage," Dui's eyes widened in terror. "I still have nightmares."

"You don't sleep!" he pushed him away playfully. "Besides, Alo totally has the authority to kill me and let's face it, Zig and Scorpy would be more than happy to oblige."

"True," they spoke at the same time.

"It's called self-preservation. I won't crap on the boss lady's holy day... while she's on Earth and can reach me."

"You're a shit," she laughed before elbowing him.

Scorpio silently looked her over for a moment. "You should probably rest."

"I feel fine," she met his eyes while taking a long drink from her cup.

"I don't recall asking how you feel, Goddess," he growled lowly.

She licked the wine from her lips before turning to walk toward her room.

Scorpio watched her walk off for a moment before following her.

❤︎

Alopex walked up to her bed and stopped as she stared off out the window and waited. Two warm hands slowly reached up her shoulders and moved her hair off over her right shoulder.

Scorpio smiled before kissing her neck. "Your thoughts are much less crazy today."

"And your heart is racing," she tilted her head, giving him better access.

He pushed her gown off her shoulder and looked down to see her mark before glancing up at her. "It's gotten lighter again," he whispered.

"I don't care," she turned to push his jacket off of his shoulders.

"Woah, slow the hell down," he raised his voice.

"You apparently don't know what it's like to have that much love, seduction, and lust coursing through your veins for an entire day," she kissed him roughly.

"Show me," he grinned as her gown fell to her feet.

She threw his white cotton shirt open, sending buttons flying everywhere before reaching for his pants.

"Wait, these frickin' boots..."

"You can keep the boots on," she sucked his bottom lip into her mouth as he pulled his shirt off and threw it across the room.

"Damn it, woman. You can't say things like that and not expect consequences," he pushed her onto the bed and quickly unlaced his black boots before kicking out of his white uniform pants and crawling across to meet her. He kissed his way up her body as she threw her head back and smiled. "You'll let me know if you get tired, right?"

"I'm planning on making love to you until I drop," she grinned brightly as he stopped at the mark on her shoulder and slowly pressed his lips against it. "And I've got the whole day off, so..."

He grinned evilly before looking up at her. "I love you," he whispered.

"I love you," she replied quietly.

"This," he took her right hand and placed it over his heart, "beats only for you now."

Her eyes glowed pink for a moment before she looked straight into his eyes. His response was to slip his tongue between her full, pink lips and search out her sweet mouth.

She opened her eyes briefly to see him staring back at her before brushing her tongue against his. It was then that she felt his throbbing bulge pressing into her lower belly. She closed her eyes and tilted her head up to give him easier access as she pushed her hips into his. That was all the encouragement he needed before he carefully, slowly, pushed his way inside her.

He pushed up onto his hands to hover over her, taking in the sight of her auburn waves splayed around her head, her soft white skin reflecting the light of the morning sun, and her eyes, the color of the sunset, sparkling up into his. He wanted to remember everything about this moment, from the sounds that she made to her smells, and everything in between.

Finally, there was nothing between them. After decades of wanting her, she was his.

She brought her knees up as her fingers brushed up his back, slowly, and up to his shoulders. He growled deeply as he began to move, sliding against her as she closed her eyes and gasped in pleasure. Pushing up to his knees, he pulled her up with him and leaned back, opening her hips wide to deepen his penetration.

In no time at all, she was pulling at his hair, pulsating around him as her orgasm slammed through her body.

“I've been waiting so frickin' long to feel you do that,” he kissed her ear.

“Please do it again,” she brushed her nose against his.

“Yes, My Goddess,” he pulled her bottom lip into his mouth as he fell back with her atop and pushed up into her hips while pulling them toward him with his hands.

She placed her right hand on his chest and her left hand over his right as she pumped her legs, rising and falling onto him. Again, her body exploded into orgasmic bliss as she threw her head back to catch her breath.

In a flash, he pushed up and turned her around, pressing his hips into the back of hers as she pressed her back into his belly. “This isn’t slow,” she giggled.

“It can be,” he pulled her hair over her shoulder and kissed it while pressing his rock-hard erection into her from behind. He wouldn’t allow her to fall onto her hands, he kept his arms securely around her as he thrust as deeply as he could into her.

As he felt his release nearing, he slipped his right hand down between her thighs and moved his fingers over the most sensitive spot on her body. She reached up to grab his hair as her breathing increased and let his name escape her lips.

They both erupted into bliss and struggled to catch their breath as Scorpio looked down and frowned. Alopex felt him pull back and freeze. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as she felt his fingertips gently brush over the smooth, thin skin of one of the two long, wide scars between her shoulder blades.

"That bastard," he growled. "I didn't realize he..."

"It only took one swipe," she pulled away and fell to the bed. "I suppose I should be thankful for at least that."

"We're going to get them back," he hovered over her for a moment before placing a sweet kiss over one of them. "I swear, Vix. I'll do anything to get them back," he kissed the second scar.

She pushed him onto his side and turned to her side to look into his eyes. "No. That's exactly what he wants. He will use them to get his way again. I don't even want to know what he wants in exchange for them."

He brought his hand up to her cheek as she pressed her forehead against his. "Show me," he whispered.

She closed her eyes as he did the same. At that moment, she offered her memory to him.

"You are hereby banished to Earth until such time as you are absolved of your sin!" The King announced before waving his hand, creating the mark on her shoulder. She looked down through tears of pain before looking up at him. "Am I to join the others?"

"You are," he watched her a moment. "However, your position in my court demands a more severe punishment than the others. I believe forfeiture of your wings would teach a far better lesson than simply falling from grace."

"No!" she lifted her palm toward him, but nothing happened. She turned her head to see a guard step toward her as she turned to punch him square in the nose. She then turned to kick another across the jaw before pulling her arm away from another and elbowing him in the chest.

Before she knew it, four guards had ahold of her as four more forced her to extend her wings. She screamed in anger as The King walked toward her, brandishing the Sword of Sovereignty.

"Alopex, Guardian of the Constellation Vulpecula, Advisor of the The King of the Heavens, Minister of the Crown, and Goddess of Seduction..." he paused. "You have been found guilty of severing a Holy Marriage of the Heavens, for using your powers for your own selfish benefit, and for defying your King!"

With the mark sealing her powers, she was helpless against the eight Gods holding her down. She panted, despair filling her soul as she glanced up one last time to see Zyglavis, Karno, Tauxolouve, Partheno, Aigonorus, and Krioff, and the Gods of the Department of Prayers, Lyra, Caelum, Pyxis, Lagós, Kynigós, and Vélos watching. They were caught between loyalty to their superior and friend and fealty to their King.

She shook her head slowly as her eyes flashed pink, giving them no question as to what they were to do-- stand by and do nothing.

With one strike of his sword, feathers went flying as her beautiful, bright white wings exploded into light. Intense pain filled Alopex just before she passed out in shock.

She opened her eyes to find Scorpio's staring back at her, full of angry tears.

"That sonova-"

"It's done," she whispered before kissing him. (We're so close to being home. Please don't make me lose you again.)

His eyes widened as he pulled back and stared at her. (You're a fucking idiot.)

Her eyes widened as she blinked once. (And you're an asshole.)

He burst into laughter before kissing her. "Well then..."

"We're sharing powers now?" she grinned.

"I think they combined to make... this," he brushed his thumb down her cheek before pulling away and looking down at her.

"We have to be touching," she pushed him over onto his back before climbing up to straddle him. (Like this.) She kissed him before slowly moving her lips down his body.

"Mmm," he breathed. (Gods yes, woman. Lower. Keep going...)

She looked up with a grin. (And what if I stop right now?)

"Aw shit!" he rolled his eyes. "This is gonna take some getting used to." (But seriously, lower.)

She sucked the skin on his belly into her mouth and bit down gently.

"Ow!" he laughed.

❤︎

Ichthys laughed at a joke that Dui had told before glancing up as the Door to the Heavens opened. He immediately caught the bright blue eyes of his beloved and burst into a bright grin before jumping to his feet and running up to her.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he squealed.

“Shhh… I can’t stay long. I stole a ring from Uncle Uranus to stabilize my powers.”

“You are going to get in so much trouble!” he grinned before pulling her down to his room. “He’ll never let me see you again.”

“Then let’s make it count,” she pressed her lips against his and pushed him into his room.

“Well crap,” Leon glanced up at Ziglavis. “That won’t end well.”

“I’m sure The King already knows.”

“At least she won’t punished as severely as he will be. The Council of Elders would never allow the Crown Princess to be marked.”

“There will be some type of consequence. There always is.”

They both nodded before tipping back their heads.

“I miss you so much, Ik,” Kerasea kissed him.

“I miss you too, My Goddess,” he pushed her gown from her shoulders, releasing her from the confines of her clothing.

She turned around and let the material pool at her feet while looking him straight in the eye. She then raised her hands and grinned as his clothing fell away from his body at once.

“I love it when you do that,” he growled pushing himself against her bare body. “I miss my powers sooooo much.”

“Keep working, you’ll be home again before you know it,” she sighed as he kissed her neck.

“Keep telling yourself that,” he sighed, clamping his eyes shut and pushing the thoughts far away.

“How soundproof are these walls?”

“Dionyssa can’t hear through them, but we can,” he grinned. “Let them hear what I can have and they can’t.”

She ran her fingertips down his cheek, grazing his skin with her nails as she continued down his neck. His body lurched as a gurgle formed deep within his chest. He brought his fingers down her back and around her backside before pulling her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he pushed his way inside her.

She threw her head back and gasped at the feeling.

“Louder,” he tugged on her hair with a gleam in his eye.

She pushed against his shoulders and arched her back as he pulled her hips sharply against his, repeating the action until she yelled out his name repeatedly and her body quivered around his.

“I love it when you say my name,” he brushed his nose against hers before falling onto the bed with her atop him.

“And I love making you… beg,” she kissed his chest, working her way down his body until he was gasping for breath.

“Please stop teasing,” he grasped his fingers into her light blonde hair. “Either take me with your mouth or your body, but do it now!”

She looked up at him, an ornery gleam in her eyes as she smiled at him, her wings bursting out around her as she sighed softly.

“Imp,” he complained.

She waved her hand, his own flying over his head onto the bed. He was unable to move them.

“Kera,” his eyes widened as his heart beat wildly against his chest. “That’s not fair.”

With that, she impaled herself onto him, his arms and legs immediately releasing to hold her as they began to elevate above the bed. She dug her fingers into his shoulders as she rocked her hips in a ferocious rhythm. He bit on the skin on her neck, leaving a mark as he pumped as deeply as he possibly could inside of her.

"Oh!" she let out a moan.

He breathed against her chest as he felt her insides beginning to clamp around him.

Silky white feathers floated all around them as their bodies erupted in sheer pleasure. Their skin glistened with drops of sweat as they fought to settle their breathing while slowly lowering back to the bed.

“Thank you for coming to see me,” he murmured against her lips.

“Watching Alo on her day is always a bit… erotic.”

“She has awesome natural powers,” he smiled. “I’ve always been jealous.”

“Don’t be. Yours are…”

“Gone. They’re gone,” he sighed.

“Ikky,” she pouted. “You’re still you and I love you.”

He smirked before leaning up to kiss her. “And I love you, My Goddess.”

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Revelation Sunshine, Chapter 2 (Courtney/Vixen) - Veronica

A/N: I am so excited to finally be writing this story, especially as part of the challenge. Thank you so much to anyone who’s liked or commented. And especially thank you to the creator of the Galactica universe, @theartificialdane

Last chapter: After flirting via text and social media for a few months, Vixen and Courtney finally met in person, and ended up in bed.

This chapter: After a slightly awkward morning, they try to navigate an undefined long-distance situation.

***

It could have been a lazy morning, cuddling in bed while the rain pounded down outside, streaming against the windows, turning the whole world blurry and surreal. Vixen could have stayed in bed, warm and safe, and basked in the glow of their adorable puppy-love until Courtney had to leave for her photo shoot.

She could have let herself enjoy this—whatever it was, for at least a few more hours.

Instead, she woke up feeling unsettled and insecure, slipping out of bed to hunt down a toothbrush while Courtney dozed peacefully. It wasn’t until she was trying to quietly put her clothes back on and figure out where the hell her coat was that Courtney stirred.

“Good morning,” Courtney said with a yawn, sitting up slowly, tousled hair falling over her shoulders.

“Hey, sorry, I was trying not to wake you,” Vixen said. Her coat was nowhere to be found, she realized, because it was still downstairs where she’d checked it when she arrived. She rolled her eyes at her own alcohol-fueled stupidity and shoved her feet into her shoes.

It seemed to take Courtney a few moments to comprehend what Vixen had said, brow furrowing.

“You weren’t gonna say goodbye?” she asked softly.

Vixen froze.

“No, that’s not what I...I just know it’s early and I didn’t want to bother you with-”

Shit.

Courtney pulled the blankets up over her chest, an inscrutable expression on her face.

“Look, I know that I have a reputation for…” she paused, swallowing, “...I guess, taking this kind of thing lightly. But, that’s not what this is. I really like you.”

Guilt bloomed in Vixen’s chest as she moved to the bed, sitting down beside her. It actually hadn’t occurred to her, until this very moment, that Courtney might be feeling a scrap of the insecurity that plagued her. Everything about her life felt so charmed and perfect and easy; it was hard to remember that she was human too.

“I’m sorry,” Vixen said sincerely. “I really like you too. I just...I wasn’t thinking.”

Courtney nodded. It seemed like she believed her, so Vixen decided not to push it.

“Um...you fly back tonight, right?”

“Yeah.”

“And then your tour starts on-”

“Friday,” Courtney answered, a hint of resigned exhaustion in her voice before adding a chipper, “Can’t wait!”

Vixen chuckled softly.

“Well...then I guess I’ll see you when you’re in Chicago.”

“Yeah?” Courtney’s eyes shone hopefully.

“Of course. I wouldn’t miss it.”

Courtney gave her a lopsided grin, which deepened when Vixen moved closer, kissing her lightly.

“Hey, um...text me later. Tell me about that museum,” Courtney told her, fingers lacing with Vixen’s.

“I will. And you...let me know how everything goes today.”

“Sure.”

When Vixen pulled back to look at her, she was relieved as the brightness in her eyes. It was going to be a long couple of months, but with things being what they were, it seemed unwise to try and define their relationship any more than “can’t wait to see you again.” So for now, this would have to do.

***

Trying to keep a lid on her obvious fuming, Vixen typed out a text.

Sorry to bother you right now, but the guard won’t let us in without backstage passes. Can someone maybe call him?

“Where are your passes?” the guard said again, crossing his arms, a scowl on his face.

“I...already told you, we don’t have passes, but I’m supposed to be on the list. Toni Taylor.” Vixen shifted, indignation rising in her chest as he stared her down. She was not going to lose it, though. Not here.

“You’re not on the list,” he said, giving a dismissive wave of his hand.

“Show him the text!” Monet said, elbowing her in the ribs.

“Oh right...sir, look. I have a text from Courtney Act that says to meet her here. I just contacted her again, but I’m sure she’s busy, so if you could-”

“How the hell do I know that’s a real text?” the guard scoffed.

“I...how far would we get if it wasn’t?!” Vixen asked, exasperated. “You think her people are just gonna let us in? Do you think that we think we can sneak around anywhere?” Vixen gestured to their group, five tall Black women all in bright, colorful club wear. Not the most inconspicuous of groups.

COURTNEY: OMG COMING NOW

“She says she’s coming,” Vixen said, looking up at the girls.

“Herself?” Monique asked, head tilted questioningly.

“I...I don’t know,” Vixen said.

But in fact, within 2 minutes, Courtney rounded the corner, in silver thigh-high boots and a makeup smock, hair half in curlers, the blonde offset by fresh rainbow highlights, marching towards them like a bat out of hell. A terrified redheaded boy wearing a headset followed on her heels.

“Where are they?!” Courtney demanded, then looked up and spotted Vixen, her face softening, hurrying toward her. She wrapped Vixen into a tight embrace, saying, “I’m so sorry about this, are you okay?”

“Yeah, we’re fine,” Vixen laughed. “Don’t worry, no one got out of line.”

“Okay. I’m sorry, this kind of shit is so fucking irritating.”

The guard, utterly chagrined now, started to stammer out an apology, but Courtney held up her hand.

“It’s fine. It’s your boss that I’m annoyed at.”

“So are they all on the list for-”

“Yes! All of them! Jonathan, give them the passes.” Courtney snapped her fingers at the ginger boy by her side, who hurriedly handed out VIP backstage passes to the whole group as Courtney led them back down the hall to the green room.

Mayhem and Monet exchanged a glance, Mayhem mouthing, ‘BAD ASS,’ and Monet laughing silently, nodding.

When they finally reached the large green room, Courtney turned around, urging the girls to make themselves comfortable.

“Have a seat anywhere. There’s food, drinks, and I…” she clasped her hands together. “...I’m so sorry about that.”

“It’s fine, girl. I love seeing someone yell at a douchey bouncer. Hi, I’m Monet.” She reached out a hand towards Courtney.

“Monique,” Monique jumped in quickly. “…and this is Mayhem.”

“Monet...Monique...Mayhem…” Courtney repeated with a nod. “Well, that’s gonna be a challenge.”

“Why?” Vixen asked, brow furrowed. “‘Cause all Black people look the same?”

Courtney’s eyes widened in alarm.

“No!” she insisted. “No, I meant because it’s just a lot of M names! And if-” she stopped short, seeing the stifled grins on all the faces around her, and narrowed her eyes.

Unable to hold back any longer, the girls all burst out laughing, peals of laughter bouncing off the walls. Courtney shook her head at Vixen, grinning.

“Good one. I almost had a heart attack,” she said, finally allowing herself to chuckle.

“Vix, what have we told you about scaring white girls just before their concerts?” Asia asked.

“Uhh...to do it?” The girls continued to laugh.

“Hey...I’m Moesha,” Asia said, and Courtney nodded slowly. When Mayhem hit her on the arm, she grinned and said, “Just kidding. I’m Asia.”

“Thank god,” Courtney breathed, a relieved giggle escaping. “So, I’m so glad you guys are here, but I kinda need to go finish preparing. I, uh…” She gestured to her half-done makeup and hair.

“Of course. Don’t worry about us,” Asia told her. “You go do your thing, get your makeup done, we’ll just be here. We’re gonna switch shirts and then test you on all the names.”

“Brilliant,” Courtney laughed. She turned to Vixen, fingers brushing against her wrist, asking, “Do you wanna come...hang out while they finish my makeup? You can see Kylie.”

“Sure!”

“Who’s Kylie?” Asia asked coyly, and Vixen turned around to give her a warning look before following Courtney into the adjacent room.

“Her dog.”

“Oh. Pity. I was hoping that it was her pus-”

“Asia!”

***

The concert was great—Vixen hadn’t seen Courtney perform for years, and she’d certainly upped the production value. Plus, having a VIP experience with some of her closest friends was awesome. It felt like the old days, all of them laughing and drinking and dancing and gossiping like school girls. Asia especially made her feel some type of way—ever since making partner at her law firm, she’d been working so much that Vixen hardly saw her. But tonight, they felt like kids again, even doing shots at one point, laughing until their stomachs hurt.

By the time they met Courtney backstage, collapsed in a sweaty mess on one of the green room sofas, Vixen felt pleasantly buzzed, happy and warm all over.

They settled in with more drinks and Indian food ordered from a nearby restaurant.

“So, how do you guys all know each other?” Courtney asked.

“College, mostly.” Vixen said, telling her how Asia was her RA freshman year at Hillman. “I was a fucking mess,” she said, laughing.

“You sure were,” Asia agreed, telling Courtney, “She spent most of the Fall semester on my carpet in tears.”

“Awww…”

“Well, fuck you, I had a lot on my mind!” Vixen snapped, then giggled again. “And, uh...Monique was in the same dorm. Although we didn’t really become friends until that Spring.”

“Yes! That philosophy class, with the...ugh,” Monique recalled, shaking her head.

“Monet was my study partner until she abandoned me,” Vixen went on, and Monet laughed.

“Listen, I just didn’t connect with all that sociology jargon. It didn’t speak to me,” Monet said.

“And uh, Mayhem met Monet through some educational leadership networking bullshit, right?”

“Yeah, that’s right.” Monet nodded.

“And now we’re just...a bunch of boring ladies who work too hard and meet like once every 2 months for brunch,” Monique said.

“Party!” Mayhem added, clinking their classes.

Courtney grinned, listening to them share stories of their debaucherous college days and their sordid, stressed out twenties. Vixen could tell she was exhausted, knew that she was sacrificing her precious few hours of sleep before she had to get back onto the tour bus, just to hang out with her and get to know her friends.

Vixen kept looking over at her with a stupid, goofy smile on her face. At some point, it became permanent, making her cheeks hurt.

When the tour manager pulled Courtney away for a quick discussion, Asia took Vixen’s hand and squeezed it, saying, “Now, I know you don’t need my approval…but I like her.”

“Thanks,” Vixen grinned. Well. Continued grinning.

“And tell her I want tickets to the Oscars.”

“Oooh!” Monet chimed in. “I wanna go to the Tonys!”

“Yeah, I’m sure that’ll be her first priority, guys,” Vixen said with an eye roll.

“It’s not fair...why can’t a rich, famous pop star fall in love with me?” Mayhem whined. “I’m very lovable.”

“Ehhh,” Monique gave her the ‘so-so’ gesture and the rest of the group busted up laughing once again.

Later, after several rounds of good-bye hugs, the girls headed for their car, and Vixen lingered behind, telling them to go ahead without her, she’d get her own car. (And then of course, she had to pretend not to see Asia’s knowing wink.)

“We had a great time, I really...you were fantastic up there,” Vixen said.

“Thank you for coming,” Courtney said, leaning against the door frame. “Now, don’t get me wrong, all audiences are special, in their own unique way…”

Vixen laughed, reaching out to cup her cheek.

“But, um…” Courtney trailed off, eyes shining as Vixen’s thumb grazed her skin.

Vixen leaned in, watching her eyes fall closed before pressing their lips together. The kiss was soft and sweet, and fairly chaste. But when Vixen pulled away, the dreamy expression on Courtney’s face made her heart hammer heavily.

“I love your hair like this,” Courtney said, admiring the gold woven into her twists.

“I tried to glam it up for you.”

“You’re beautiful.” Courtney’s lashes fluttered, arms wrapping around Vixen’s waist.

“So are you,” Vixen said, hands still cupping her face. “So...I know you must be pretty exhausted...but…you’re also really hot.”

Courtney bit her lip and leaned in for another kiss, lips trailing down her jaw and then nuzzling into her neck. She heaved a deep sigh.

“I really want you, but I can barely keep my eyes open,” Courtney admitted, voice muffled against Vixen’s skin.

“So...maybe I should leave, and let you rest.” She trailed her fingers through Courtney’s hair, watching the way her colorful highlights caught the dim light, not yet ready to let go of the moment.

“Okay,” Courtney agreed, hands still gripping her waist tightly.

Of course, she ended up staying. By the time they settled into Courtney’s hotel room, they barely had 3 hours. So Vixen just wrapped Courtney into her arms and held her, enjoying this little sliver of affection before she took off again, knowing that it might not be until her tour ended in October that they would see each other again.

***

Vixen had watched the video twice already, feeling only mildly ashamed as she started it again. Courtney was lying on a yoga mat, post-workout, skin glistening with sweat. She picked up a bottle of water, the video switching to slow motion as she began to pour it all over her face and chest. She batted her wet lashes, blinking the water out of her eyes before looking directly into the camera and slowly licking her lips. The whole video was just silly enough for plausible deniability (especially the caption of “oh no, i spilled!”) and yet unmistakably alluring. And of course, Vixen’s stomach flipped every time she saw that tongue. What was wrong with her?

VIXEN: Wow. Your last post was…

COURTNEY: You like it? ;)

VIXEN: You look like a THOT

COURTNEY: LOL! Are you slut shaming me?!

VIXEN: I mean...

COURTNEY: Wow. And here I thought you were all about empowerment. Smh

VIXEN: FINE. Go ahead...live your best slut life.

COURTNEY: Aww, thx! Xoxo

***

Vixen was deeply aware of what she said on social media. As much as she wanted to pop off at people (and had, frequently, back in another lifetime, years ago), she knew that her academic credentials required at least a small semblance of self control.

So for the most part, she kept her tweets and instagram comments brief and professional. Almost formal.

Courtney, however, had no such rules for herself. She basically said any and everything on her mind, commented unabashedly, posted without filters. (Except like, literal filters, which she seemed to enjoy tremendously.) It was both endearing and, at times, deeply concerning for Vixen, for whom privacy was essential.

For instance, there was the story from Seoul Pride, where she met up with one of her old friends, Adore Delano—the two of them gallivanting around, drinking and laughing and screaming like idiots from a parade float. The whole thing culminated in a video of Courtney in a nightclub, glassy-eyed and extremely proud of herself, literally licking Adore’s face.

And then when Vixen posted a still from an interview with the Tribune, she immediately responded with nothing but a row of 10 heart-eyed emojis. Which led to Vixen getting hundreds upon hundreds of comments from what she presumed were Courtney’s (very young) followers: unbridled, hysterical excitement the likes of which she had never seen.

VIXEN: Um. What...with all due respect...the fuck?

COURTNEY: Oh yeah. The shippers. Sorry, I should have warned you.

VIXEN: I mean. Jesus fucking Christ.

COURTNEY: We’re OTP #couplegoals now. I’m afraid you have to marry me.

VIXEN: Seems that way, doesn’t it? BTW where are you? What time is it? Shouldn’t you be sleeping?

COURTNEY: Berlin. 4 am. Yes.

VIXEN: Say goodnight, Courtney

COURTNEY: Goodnight Courtney <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

***

A few days later, after finishing some rather emotional office hours (why every student felt the need to unburden their deepest traumas on Vixen that Wednesday, she didn’t know), she took a much-needed break, sipping a cup of coffee. She saw the picture right away (okay, maybe she had alerts set up by now, whatever)—Courtney curled up in bed with her dog, wearing a fuzzy pink unicorn onesie with turquoise accents and a ridiculous rhinestoned horn.

VIXEN: I can’t decide if it’s the cutest thing you’ve ever worn, or like...mortifying

COURTNEY: Both!

VIXEN: Lol, fair enough

COURTNEY: And perfect for cuddling ;)

VIXEN: I’ll bet!

COURTNEY: Why don’t you send me a pic in your favorite sleepwear?

VIXEN: I’m supposed to be a respectable member of the faculty, and you want me to use school wifi for that?

COURTNEY: SEND NUDES XXX

VIXEN: Lol

About a week later, a box showed up at Vixen’s front door. The return address had Courtney’s name and an unfamiliar return address. She assumed it was fine, but her suspicious nature required a safety check.

VIXEN: What’s in this package that just showed up at my house?

COURTNEY: OMG! That was so fast!! Open it!!

VIXEN: So, not a bomb? Please confirm

COURTNEY: Lol, no. Open it.

Vixen took the box inside, cutting it open carefully. Inside, there was another box, pink and shiny, with a card on top. The note read, ‘To replace your hoodie. Perfect for snuggling. XO, C.’

She lifted the lid on the pink box, and nestled inside was a fluffy turquoise dragon onesie with iridescent pink scales. It was the silliest thing that Vixen had ever seen. Silly and beautiful and perfect.

VIXEN: Damn. I guess fantasies do come true.

COURTNEY: I hope so...

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Title: Love, Maybe? {13}

Chris Evans X Reader OFC Vixen Giovanni

Warning: Plot, Cursing, Angst,

Word Count: 3.6K

Summary: After a night of drunkenness you wake up next to warm, hot as hell body, a migraine and no memory of the night before. When you come to realize that the hot body belongs to none other than Hollywood’s golden boy Chris Evans you freak out. As events unfold you become even more panicked to find out you got married in your drunken haze. What else is there to do but get it annulled, right? Before walking away, you share one more night of molten kisses and passion. 3 years later you are still living with the repercussions of your brash decisions, but the surprises don’t stop there. The past has a way of coming back and have you questioning is this fate that you’ve been running from, hell could it have been love, maybe?

Note: Italic texts is an inner Vixen thought. Bold Italic texts is an inner Chris thought.

**Slightly Edited/Proofread**

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Chapter 13: Lucy You Got Some ‘Splainin To Do

-Vixen-

The hotel suite was dark and quiet; the only sound that could be heard was the soft moans Ella made as she slept. She was exhausted, and it showed in her behavior. You had to deal with hours of tantrums, screaming, shouting and food throwing until she’d tuckered herself out and passed out after her bath. A bath that left you drenched because she kept slapping her hands in the water, creating mini tsunamis all aimed at you. She wasn’t even two yet, and you were getting an excellent taste of your future. Now you sat in the second bedroom on the bed. In front of you was a massive set up of empty ice cream bowls and tens of possible toppings along with several bottles of bourbon.

“So, let me get this straight,” Nexus began before she paused for a few long moments. She took a deep breath and started again. “Almost three years ago we went to Vegas for Kami’s birthday; you disappeared for two days there. We all thought you were so drunk you couldn’t find your ass. Turns out not; instead you’d gotten married to Chris Evans, thee Chris Evans. Then before you can say Mrs. Evans, you get divorced, fuck him one more time just for fuck's sake, come home not breathe a word of it and then have Ella and keep this all a secret?”

You let her cliffs notes sink in. This was the first time you’d ever actually thought about it from a storytelling point of view. This story was bat shit crazy and incredibly unbelievable. You had nothing to say now though, because it was your reality. This was your life. You bit your bottom lip and nodded your head.

“Uh-huh.”

“Holy—Shit, Vixen! Holy fucking, what the fuck, shit!”

You pinched your lips and waited until she was finished. This was a normal reaction you assumed. It had to be right? Your sister finds out you secretly married a celebrity who you then divorced. You then had said celebrity’s secret baby.

“Really, Vix? Oh my god. What the hell!”

“I know, I know, I know; I fucked up. I shouldn’t have disappeared that night,” you began before Nexus cut you off.

“What? Who gives a shit that you disappeared? You lied to me for damn near three years Vix! We don’t lie to each other. We’ve always told each other everything.”

She was right, and you felt like a world-class asshole. You’d always felt guilty about it.

“I know Nex, and I’m sorry. Really I am. I signed this NDA, and I couldn’t talk about it and--,”

“Wait, like an actual NDA. Something mistresses have to sign?”

You rolled your eyes.

“Come on Vix, was I really going to run to the tabloids and sell your story? I’m your sister. That excuse is bullshit!”

You took a deep breath and sighed out. It partially was.

“I couldn’t tell anyone, Nex. I was so embarrassed. I couldn’t breathe a word of this to mom or dad. If they would have found out I married someone without them there then got divorced they would both die of a heart attack on sight. I couldn’t.”

“Wait, Ella. Oh my god.”

Her eyes were wide with shock as it all finally sunk in.

“Vixen. Is he Ella’s father?”

Again, you sighed. With her answer, Nexus leaned back against the headboard and stared out just as stunned as you were.

“I mean I knew it was some white guy, I mean she has blue eyes and damn near blondish hair, and she is much lighter, I figured that was the reason why you hadn’t told me who her father was because you were embarrassed he was white but this—this takes the cake, Vix. Chris Evans?!”

“I know. It’s a lot to take in.”

“I totally understand her name now. Kristella. We all wondered where the hell you got that from.”

You snorted and shook your head.

“It just fit. Once I saw her, it was the only name that fit her,” you defended.

“So, he doesn’t know he has a daughter running around.”

It was not a question. She knew you down to the science; she knew he didn’t know. No doubt she didn’t approve. Your mind went back to just a few hours ago. Magazines, TV, and memories didn’t do him justice. The years had been very kind to him. He looked taller, his shoulders looked more defined and broader, his hair longer and redder, and his beard was much more filled in. He looked so damn good, so masculine, so damn daddyish. You closed your eyes and ran through the encounter again. You almost laughed out loud because you hadn’t been in LA for a month and one of your biggest fears had played out.

“Wow Vix, this is insane.”

“I know.”

The two of you sat quietly for a few minutes longer. Nexus trying to absorb all the information you’d just laid on her and you just obsessing over how damn hot he was and how much your lady parts must have missed him to come alive during the most terrifying moment of your life—next to when you found out you were pregnant.

“What’re you gonna do?”

You snorted because it was a ridiculous question. What did she think you were gonna do? What were your options here? You let a rush of air escape your mouth as you shrugged.

“I mean you have to tell him, right? He has a right to know that Ella is his. Ella has a right to know her father. Right, Vix?”

You didn’t dare speak; shit you couldn’t even think. This was a lot. Your entire world that you’d built—carefully built for the last near three years had crumbled in seconds, and you watched as it did. You needed a second. You gripped your head and closed your eyes.

“Nex, I need a minute. I just need quiet!”

The silence that filled the room next was deafening. You quickly got up and hurried to the bathroom where you paced the marble floor back and forth and again and again until you were dizzy. Then you sat on the sink and clutched your legs to you as your head spun round and round making you even dizzier. You couldn’t think you could barely breathe. You found yourself hyperventilating. You knew it was a panic attack, and that made you panic even more. You hadn’t had a panic attack since finding out you were pregnant with Ella. The door to the bathroom opened and in came Nexus.

“Slow breathes, deep slow and shallow breathes you remember like Lamaze. Breathe with me.”

She began the pattern of breathing you’d done during Lamaze classes and through your labor, and you slowly followed. The first few minutes were torture because as you fought against the panic, it rose even more. The more your mind flashed on Chris’ face and then the tiny near replica of Ella’s it never faded.

“You’re thinking too much. Clear your mind, Vix, think of nothing. An open field, flowers, look at the flowers Vix.”

You looked at her and glared. It as an inside joke between the two of you ever since you’d watched the episode of The Walking Dead where the character Carol told the little girl Lizzie who’d just gotten bit by a zombie to look at the flowers so she wouldn’t see as Carol shot her in the head. The two of you were horrified by the scene but strangely couldn’t stop laughing after it. You were not laughing now.

“Okay, too soon for a laugh maybe,” Nexus added. You rolled your eyes and continued trying to find your center. You learned that most people went their entire lives with panic attacks, and it wasn’t something you outgrew. You were over it.

After almost ten minutes, your breathing returned to somewhat normal and your thoughts were less erratic. Nexus turned off the water in the tub and turned to you.

“You need a bath; it’ll help. Come on.”

She helped you down off the sink and then walked out the door as you stripped and climbed in the steaming hot water. You sighed, closed your eyes, and sunk deeper into the water. A few moments later, you heard Nexus’ footsteps.

“Just what the doctor ordered, a stiff drink.”

You looked and saw she held the bottle of rum out to you. You smiled, seeing the brand of the most potent rum you’d ever had in your life. You took it and quickly took a few gulps. It burned like a son of a bitch, but you didn’t care.

“Yeah, you get some alone time with Wray & Nephew, and I’ll be the sober adult in case Ella wakes up. Take your time.”

That was the last thing you heard before you drowned your sorrows and any coherent thoughts.

~~~~~~~~~~~

-Chris-

“She’s in LA. She’s in LA. She. Is. In. LA!”

He’d barely moved from the makeup chair since “cut” was called for the day. He couldn’t think and move at the same time, so he just sat there and thought about everything. Not only events from the last few hours but years ago. He was so useless after seeing her that when he went back to filming, he forgot or flubbed most his lines, dropped or fumbled props necessary to the scene or flat out zoned out. It was a mess; he was a mess. The director had no choice but to call cut early.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

He shook his head and looked to see Anthony standing there with his arms crossed, waiting for an answer. He took a deep breath in and stood.

“Nothing. Let’s get out of here.”

He walked past him and led the way through the set to the parking area. As he approached his car, he patted himself down, looking for his keys. When he couldn’t find them, he groaned and dropped his head back.

“Missing something?”

Anthony shook his head and nudged it signaling him to come.

“I got you. Come on.”

He walked to the passenger side of Anthony’s fancy McLaren. Anthony revved the engine with a broad smile spread across his face. Once he got inside the car, Anthony sped off not caring about any speed limit. They drove in silence, and Chris was grateful for it. Silence meant he could think and put into some sense what was happening. He never expected to see you again. He hoped he would, but never expected. His mind jumped to the night in the restaurant when he swore he saw you based off a tattoo; he began to think that it was really you. He’d thought time and time again what he would say if he did see you again, and each time he thought about it; his selections were different. Once it was a cool “hey.” Another time it was a cocky “Couldn’t stay away, huh,” several times it was no words at all and just stripping you right then and there, and more times than not it was silence pretty similar to earlier.

“At least I said her name.”

Before he knew it, Anthony turned off the engine in front of his house. He sighed out and rubbed his forehead, not sensing Anthony’s eyes on him. He could feel the headache pounding away behind his eyes and knew he wouldn’t be getting any sleep that night. He groaned loudly and dropped his head back.

“I was going to give this to you as a birthday gift, but it looks like you need it now. So, let’s take it inside, crack it open, and by the time you pour your third glass, you spill what’s got you so stressed,” Anthony proposed.

He sighed again but didn’t protest. He needed a drink.

Once they got inside, they got comfortable on one of the couches in front of the cliff at the back of his house. The view was the selling point, and he was grateful for it on nights his thoughts got the better of him. He quickly downed one glass dark whiskey and then a second just as quickly. He slowly nursed the third, but Anthony didn’t pressure him to speak. He didn’t know why he’d never told him; he was by far closest to him and Seb than any others in this town but he’d kept this part secret. He felt the vibration of his phone in his pocket and took it out to see Lita’s name across the screen. He groaned again and gulped down the rest of the whiskey then poured another.

“Slow down you’ll regret it tomorrow,” Anthony cautioned.

“Shit after what I’ve been through I should know better than to touch alcohol ever again.”

“What does that mean?”

He rubbed his face and then raked his fingers through his hair, leaving it messier than it was. He tried to find the words for several minutes but realized there was no easy way to say it or any gentle way to break it. He snorted and laughed loudly. Anthony looked at him as if he’d lost his mind and he might have finally lost it.

“Is this a white people thing? Y’all laugh out the blue at random shit in your head? If so that’s called schizophrenia.”

He laughed harder and keeled over, trying to catch his breath. Finally, he stopped and took another breath.

“Three years ago in Vegas when we went, remember?”

Anthony nodded.

“Well three years ago I met a woman in the casino, got drunker than I’ve ever been in my entire life and married her; then had the best sex I’ve ever had in my life to come to LA and get Sherman started on a divorce, then we had that same incredible sex again here before she disappeared with the night.” He snorted again and began laughing. “Earlier that woman—.” He couldn’t stop laughing; the humor of this finally hit him. “That woman was the woman I married in Vegas and then divorced,” he finished.

Anthony sprang to his feet.

“What the fuck! You lyin’!”

Chris laughed louder.

“Naw, you lying. What! There’s no way.”

“I swear, hand to God.”

Anthony stood there, gaping at him. He was shocked of course. If Anthony were the one telling him this now, he would be surprised.

“Wow, wow, wow. Man that’s—wow!”

He nodded and downed his fourth glass of whiskey. As he reached for the bottle again, Anthony beat him to it and poured himself another.

“Three years ago? Man, you stayed quiet. You didn’t speak a word about this.”

“I know. I couldn’t believe I’d been so reckless, so stupid, so---,”

“So unpredictable. Well damn, Chris! You who plans almost everything, you who have always had a plan and a list of the woman he wants, you who does not commit, you! You!”

He narrowed his eyes at Anthony getting the undertone of his words.

“I mean; I mean no disrespect, but damn this is a fucking shock.”

“I know.”

Anthony paced in front of him as he thought about everything he’d just heard. Chris sat there with his hands steepled under his bearded chin, and he also thought about things.

“Wait, wait. Rewind go all the way back. You said the best sex? Really? Ever?”

“Ever man. Ev-er!” He enunciated to get his point across.

“You mean ever three years ago right, not ever three years after.”

“I mean ever in my life.”

Anthony looked confused.

“What did she do? Don’t tell me. Wow. I’m still trying to wrap my head around you having a quickie Vegas wedding with a random woman. I mean did she have anything on the list?”

He nodded slowly. Anthony’s eyes bugged.

“What! What did she have besides the beauty? She is gorgeous!”

“She is. She was then, and she’s even more now.”

He felt a tug of something he couldn’t place, but it felt similar to what he imagined regret felt like.

“She was funny, kind, honest, down to earth, smart, spontaneous--,”

“Spontaneous? That wasn’t on the list before,” Anthony interrupted.

“Shit it’s on it now.”

“Wow, and you divorced her? Why?”

It was time for him to look at Anthony like he’d grown two heads. He couldn’t be serious.

“You’re not serious.”

“Of course, I’m serious. If I met a woman who was all of that which is just the tip of the iceberg I’m assuming and gave me the best sex of my life I would not be so quick to change my situation. I would have stretched it a little, saw where things led.”

He had thought about it. When they were sitting in Sherman’s office discussing the divorce, he first thought it when she spoke up that she didn’t want any of his money or compensation for her time. He’d thought of it again at dinner watching her eat her tacos without caring what he thought or if she was cute. Then he thought about it again when he’d rolled on her in his bed and looked down into her beautiful eyes. He had thought about it.

“I wasn’t at the right time in my life. Do you remember me three years ago? I couldn’t spell monogamy or commitment, especially with everything in my career. It would have never worked,” he said.

“Or is that what you tell yourself?”

He scoffed and poured another drink.

“Okay, okay so let’s go through this like the thirty-seven-year-old adult you are. Look at this with those eyes,” Anthony suggested. He groaned because he didn’t want to. He’d avoided looking at things with his eyes.

“Ah, you don’t want to. You’re scared.”

“Scared? No, I am not scared. I’m a grown man; I am not scared.”

Anthony scoffed and shook his head.

“Damn liar! Is she the reason why you’ve literally been passing on every woman I, Scarlett, or Seb set you up with? Is she the reason you have this list? Did you create this list with all of her attributes? Are you looking for her in every woman you’ve met since?”

Damn. This was the reason he didn’t tell him shit. Anthony was good at seeing through people and situations, he was like a damn private investigator and always got down to the bottom of things. Always. He didn’t want him getting to the bottom of his things because that meant he would have to do some serious introspection. He stood up and walked to the edge of the cliff and took a deep breath. He stared out over LA but saw none of it. He was too lost in his head.

“She’s in LA.”

He didn’t know how long he stood there, but he felt Anthony’s hand on his shoulder. He sighed before he spoke again.

“Did you want to see her again?”

“I’ve thought about her a lot. In the last few weeks, I’d started wondering more and more about her.”

“So you want to see her again?”

“Isn’t that weird?”

“No. She’s your ex-wife.”

Anthony laughed and bent over to continue laughing. Chris nodded and laughed along with him.

“Man, I thought the day I found out you got married would be the day you got married.”

“I know.”

“Yo mama gonna kill you!”

Chris snapped his head to look at his friend with a serious and terrified expression on his face.

“Don’t you dare breathe a word.”

Anthony zipped his lips and smiled.

“Okay time for the Mackie Advice of the day. Ready for it?”

He sighed and prepared for what he knew he was going to say.

“Go ahead.”

“Eh-em. Okay. Go find that woman, you know her name, you know she’s in LA, use your power and find that woman.”

He didn’t say anymore, and Chris looked to him surprised that was the end of it.

“That’s it?”

“What was that, more you say? Okay. Find her, tell her you fucked up three years ago. Tell her you’ve been celibate because of her and then marry her again.”

He rolled his eyes and walked back inside the house, ensuring to grab the bottle of whiskey.

“I don’t know why we’re friends,” he said.

“Come on, Chris, what? I didn’t say anything wrong. I didn’t say anything you probably haven’t already thought and anything that’s not true.”

“I have not been celibate.”

“Really?”

Anthony gave him a look that looked similar to those memes he’d seen of Thor with his face scrunched up. He rolled his eyes.

“For the first almost year or so after Vegas yeah you were a real man whore, you got around but discreetly. Then after that, you became harder to get into than the MET GALA unless you had that plate fee,” Anthony pointed out.

“I grew and learned and became selective.”

“Of course, nothing wrong with it, but it’s still true.”

He shook his head because while it wasn’t entirely accurate, it was close.

“I’m gonna get up outta here but think about what I said,” Anthony said as he walked to the door.

“Thanks for the whiskey.”

“Don’t finish it all tonight, she looks like she likes whiskey,” Anthony said before he walked out the front door.

Alone at last Chris looked around his home and he could literally see your ghost floating around mirroring your movements and path from your last night together. He’d followed your ghost around more times than he cared to admit. Tonight, he decided to follow it once more. He walked toward his bedroom behind the cloudy floating image of you. Once inside, he sat in the corner in the chair and watched the movie of the two of you play out again as he sipped the whiskey. He paid close attention to every touch, every kiss, every moan and paused on your smile and the last moment before you disappeared.

He did have regrets, and he wondered if you did too.

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ashleyswrittenwords · 5 years

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To Be Loved (A Good Omens Fanfiction)

I wrote this at midnight on a whim after watching the show - Enjoy!

Even a god finds it hard to love and be wise at the same time.

They were a Yo-Yo. Constantly being brought together and torn apart by a thin string of fate as time trudged onward. Kind of like ripping off a bandage after recently putting it on and then putting another on to cover the wound the last bandage left. Aziraphale did that to him. He was like a smooth drink of water on a hot summer’s day, satisfying just a bit. Enough for Crowley to get greedy and want more. Then, one of them would have to disappear once more, leaving him yearning and angry that he let himself get so involved.

He had found the word “love” on one of his ventures in Rome. An elderly mortal woman living on the street told him she could see his fate. He had scoffed, “And what could you possibly tell me that I don’t know myself.” Despite knowing better, he let the old hag lead him into a small shack that blocked out the noise of the market.

“You,” she sat down with a grunt and motioned him to do the same across the table, “Are a god among men.” The shack was small enough to where Crowley had to crouch to fit inside. He laughed as a reply, “And you are a crazy old bat.” She looked at him unfazed at his words, gazed to such an extent that he started to feel uncomfortable.

“You have seen all four corners of this Earth, have seen the heavens above and the horrors below. Pray tell, what is your reason that you live among us?”

Crowley stared back. Irritated by this woman beyond belief. “Okay, lady. If you can read my fate then get on with it, I haven’t all day.”

“Love.”

“What?”

“Love is your reason-”

Crowley sputtered, “What does that even mean?”

She continued, “and love is your fate.”

“For what-“

“Who,” she corrected.

“Lady, I am not a god. I am a quite the opposite in fact. Whatever gimmick you’re trying to pull on me isn’t going to work,” Crowley’s face was crimson. The reason why, he wasn’t sure if it was out of frustration or embarrassment. And he didn’t get to either emotion easily. His heart beat wildly, there was no way someone like him… something like him could experience that trivial mortal emotion.

As he stood to leave, she said a phrase he has not yet forgotten, “Amare et sapere vix deo conceditur.”

Even a god finds it hard to love and be wise at the same time.

Dozens, possibly hundreds, of nights he’s stayed up hearing the same old Roman woman say that stupid phrase. It made him irrational. Crowley didn’t deserve love. He had fell for a reason. There was no exception. If he did not feel God’s love anymore then he didn’t deserve love as a whole. Much less from an angel who was untouchable. In his eyes at least.

But here he was, watching that same untouchable angel put up dusty books on their shelves. He had arranged and rearranged them probably a million times by now, but Aziraphale’s reasoning always was that they get complacent. Whatever that meant. Every now and then he’d get distracted by a book he hadn’t seen in awhile and get caught up in the pages. Crowley just sat and watched, feeling content by being in the same room. He felt a sense of security here listening to the angel talk about nothing and everything at the same time.

“-and then I told him, ‘Well, kind sir I humbly think that everyone needs to feel that at one point’.”

Aziraphale looked triumphant and heartily laughed.

“Feel what?”

“Dear, haven’t you been listening? Everyone needs to feel love.”

The angel looked down from the ladder to Crowley who just stared at him, “What?”

“Oh, Crowley you really should listen when people talk to you. Love, dear boy,” he blew some dust off a book cover and continued shelving.

“I have to disagree.”

Once again, Aziraphale paused and looked back with a somewhat shocked expression, “Can I ask why?”

Crowley blew out a breath of air and leaned back in his seat lazily, “Because some people aren’t built to be.”

The response was a shake of the head, “Crowley, God made each human capable of giving and receiving love. Why, it’s the beauty of humanity if you ask me.”

“Well, answer me this, angel. Why didn’t the Lord do the same for us? What kind of love are we able to feel? I don’t recall ever experiencing any likeliness,” the demon spat out “love” as if it a toxin. Crowley folded his arms, feeling oddly vulnerable in this moment. It’d been so long since he graced heaven that he couldn’t recall feeling anything that could be considered love from the Almighty. Maybe Crowley was just incapable of being loved. It makes sense to him. He was a lowly creature compared to Aziraphale who held the world in the palm of his hand.

“You’ve never felt loved?”

He paused for a moment before speaking. “No.”

Crowley felt horrible, ashamed he supposed. He noticed the angel didn’t reply quickly and saw in his face that he fucked up somehow. Aziraphale looked crestfallen while looking back at Crowley, almost as if on the verge of tears. “I suppose,” he looked at the bookshelf and back, “I suppose I haven’t either.”

With eyebrows drawing together, Crowley rose his voice, “What are you talking about? You’re an angel, Aziraphale. Of course you feel loved.”

He watched as his counterpart climbed down the short ladder, “Dear boy, I can’t be sure. If anything, there are different types of ways to be loved.”

He didn’t hear Crowley respond, so Aziraphale continued while carrying a discarded bin of books he decided just weren’t worthy for the shelf quite yet to his desk. The desk where Crowley sat.

“The Almighty loves in a certain type of way, but not in a way we can always feel. And beings need a love that is unconditional in a way that we always feel… loved,” the angel scratched the back of his head, confusing himself in the process of explaining.

“I would like that.”

“To be loved?”

“Unconditionally. Yes, I suppose I would like that.”

Aziraphale watched him closely, expecting the other end of a joke or for him to backpedal. But he didn’t, instead he settled to clean the smudge off his dark sunglasses, never moving to continue the sentiment or say something cheeky. So, Aziraphale pulled up a second chair.

The angel open and closed his mouth several times. Trying to figure out what to say, “I can do that.”

Crowley looked up with wide eyes, “What?”

“You really should pay attention, Crowley. I mean, seriously it gets tiring.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry what did you say?”

“I said,” Aziraphale looked pink in the face, “I said I think I can love you. I’ve been trying to love you for the last couple of millennia.” He looked down momentarily, thinking hard, “Maybe I’m just not doing it right.”

To say the least, Crowley was dumbstruck. Even the least bit irritated. That old Roman hag was right all along, damn it.

Like an out of body experience, Crowley reached other almost falling out of his chair and pressed his lips to Aziraphale’s. He wasn’t really sure what he was doing, but it felt right. Right as he was going to pull away, he felt the angel’s soft hands against his cheeks pulling him closer. He felt a smile against his cheeks.

“Angel, it’s hard to do this when you’re grinning.”

“I’m sorry! I can’t help it. You can’t blame me.”

Crowley grinned right back, finally feeling completely whole.

And what a feeling it was to be loved.

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teastainsandcookiecrumbs · 5 years

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Unmasked

Civilization ceased. Humans destroyed all other living things and destroyed themselves in the process. In the midst of the turmoil, a new creature, a mask-shaped alien, emerged and created a symbiotic relationship with man. Seventy-five years past since the friendship was formed. At the age of twelve, youths were given a half-mask to wear, and at age 18, were given the remaining half. But cracks began to form in the new regime. A group of people calling themselves the Watchers rejected the monotonous way of life caused by the masks. This is the story of two young individuals, brother and sister, who shook the world to its roots with their love for each other and just how far they would go to protect their sibling.

Hunter

I watch my sister fight a battle for her life. If only I could do something to help her. But there’s nothing I can do. I’m forced to just stay at her bedside and see if I can get Sierra to eat something. Except for the teensy ration I get for the both of us, there’s not much to eat. Not with Leader reserving most of the crop for next year. Oh sure, he claims we have more food than ever before, but it’s hard to believe that when you’re watching your little sister, the apple of your eye, your pride and joy, slowly shrivel and die. I grasp her hand and gently stroke her fiery curls. Why our parents don’t want anything to do with Sierra, I’ll never know. The girl’s a genius. Before she got sick, I used to take her to my engineering class since she was so bored in her normal classes. The gal could build a structure out of twigs and have it be as solid as the metal we usually worked with. My friends are always begging me to bring her on our outings since she is so popular. But now I wasn’t even sure whether my little Vixen would ever feel the sun on her face again.

I hear a knock on the door. It creaks open.

“Hey, Hunter. How’s Sierra?” a voice behind asks. I turn around and smile slightly at my friends filing into our clubhouse. We technically aren’t supposed to have clubhouses, but we had one anyway. And since my good-for-nothing parents don’t want anything to do with Sierra, I had to take her here. But I’m almost eighteen: I can apply for my own dwelling once I get my full-mask.

Masks. I hate them. I have seen what they do to people. My friends know it too. So we have made a pact that we’ll only wear them when we need to.

My friends and I call ourselves “the Dryads” since we all had nature names or nicknames. Besides having nature names/nicknames, we all have suffered at the hands of Leader or his cronies.

Cricket was the smallest but could create the prettiest music out of pretty much anything on hand. You could always find her whistling a melody or tapping out a beat. She would set the mood for our meetings. When she really got going, she could create the most complex harmonies I ever heard. When she was five, Cricket’s parents had died, and Leader refused to help Cricket. She, in turn, refused to talk for eight years. But with our help, Cricket found her voice again. She’s now super attached to Leon because he never pushed her to talk. The rest of us say they’re going to get together.

Then there is Willow. Her Dryad name really fit her, because she was the most flexible one in our group. She could fold herself up into the queerest shapes, but she was usually so quiet and embarrassed about her gift. I personally think it’s cool. Her parents don’t think that Willow is all that great and push her around at home. Willow’s parents are second in command to Leader so they enforce everything. And everything has to be perfect. They also fight at her house like crazy. So she bends to hide in really tight and small spots and waits for the storm to blow over. Even though I got detention for a year, I once went over to Willow’s house and punched her parents into next week.

Olive got me out of trouble. She had her name because she was the peacemaker. She always ends up being the mediator for our debates and discussions. We go even further and call her Judge Olive. She has ten younger brothers and she always has to take care of them since her parents live in another city and don’t visit much. Lucky for us, Calico usually babysits them when she’s not training.

Calico doesn't usually attend our meetings or hang out with us. When she isn’t babysitting she’s sparring. Leader had initiated a new program for people who were “warriors”, whatever that meant, and Calico had taken to it tremendously. Most of the other trainees were large and buff. Calico could beat them with both hands tied behind her back. She almost always carried a pair of knives, which were her “weapons”. Her parents had died defending our city, and Calico wanted to follow in their footsteps. She was wicked good and has a wicked sense of humor to boot.

Sorrel was the only one of us to have gone outside the city walls. Like, not to another city, but actually go outside the walls. She always went out in the evenings to collect her precious herbs. She could make the best beverages: something hot that she called ‘T’. But when push came to shove, she was better than any doctor. About five years ago, a great sickness swept through all of our cities. Sorrel’s siblings had fallen sick and, despite all her efforts, they all died. She then completely devoted herself to medicine, not the pills-medicine that Leader gave out that did more harm than good, but real medicine. Which is why I trusted her with Sierra’s life.

Forrest, Ash, Leon, and Wolfe all liked to joke around, but they protected our little group. If another kid dissed us, you could count on the disser having a chipped tooth or a black eye the next day. They especially protected Sierra. Too bad they can’t protect her from this.

“She is better, isn’t she?” Cricket asks as she moves closer to Leon. He puts a protective arm around her. Sorrel opens her ever-present satchel and quickly takes my spot by Sierra.

“Not that I can tell, Cricket,” I sigh, rubbing my face in my hands. “I don’t know what to do. I don’t have enough credits for a doctor, and my parents probably have forgotten that Sierra even exists. Out of sight, out of mind.” Willow comes around and gently takes my hand.

“She will pull out of this. I can feel it,” she says quietly. “Sierra was the only one to actually try and do what I do. She made me laugh.”

Behind me, I can hear Sorrel making her special beverage. “Thanks, Wil --I can’t help but worry about her. Sierra was never that strong.”

“You’re wrong about that,” rumbles Leon. “Whenever I’m at work rebuilding the wall, she comes behind me lugging her own pile of rocks.” He chuckles. “She’s one special gal, Hunter. Too bad your parents can’t see that. I’d like to punch their conceited masks off their conceited faces.”

“How’s Sierra, Doc?” Ash says. I turn to Sorrel and watch her carefully measure out her herbs into some sort of strainer shaped like a pot.

“She’s malnourished, but I think she’ll pull through if she gets something to eat. Something more filling than the potatoes we always have,” she remarks. “I’m making her tea with some chamomile, some oregano, a little eucalyptus, and willow bark, to help her cough. The chamomile is just to disguise the willow bark. It tastes like Leader’s face.”

We laugh at that. It’s a common theory that Leader wore all his masks to disguise his ugly face.

“Hunter?” Sierra croaks. I quickly hurry to the side of her bed. The sight of her pale face streaked with perspiration makes my heart ache.

“I’m here, Vix. What do you need?” I whisper and chaff her freezing hands to warm them.

“Can I have a cuddle?” she whispers.

“Of course, darling. We can cuddle while you drink your medicine. And look, all your friends are here,” I say and gesture to the Dryads.

“Get better soon, Sierra,” Forrest smiles. “Otherwise, I’m gonna be alone in the forge with no one to talk to.”

“I’m working on getting better. It’s much harder than swinging a hammer all day,” Sierra frowns, but I can see the mischievous glint in her dull eyes. “And it’s taxing on the intelligence, unlike forging.”

Forrest staggers backward. “I am wounded by a 5-year-old.” He flexes his muscles. “But at least I get buff.”

Sierra half-heartedly giggles. I can see everyone is trying so hard to cheer her up, but she’s barely five and fighting for her life.

The ladies circle around the bed and I am yanked from Sierra. Ash, Forrest, Leon, and Wolfe all glare at me.

“Sierra can’t keep on like this. She has to eat something nourishing like Doc said, but we don’t got nothing,” Ash hisses.

“We do got a couple friends who can get food for Vixen,” Wolfe whispers, “They call themselves the Watchers.”

I’ve heard about the Watchers. I actually admire them for their courage: Leader is constantly ranting and raving about how evil the Watchers are. But I don’t believe him.

Speak of the devil, a knock sounds on the door. As if on cue, we all slip on our masks and Sorrel hides her T-making things. I motion for Wolfe to open the door. He does so, and who should walk in but Leader. His hair is a dirty white, and he wears long black robes that hide the form of his true body. He also wears a stack of masks: all the mask-halves and full masks waiting to be given to poor schmucks like us. If I squint, I'm pretty sure I can spot my own mask half.

“Ah, hello, my dears. How is poor Sarah?” he almost croons. I grimace.

“Her name is Sierra and she’s doing badly, thanks for asking,” I almost growl. What wouldn’t I give to punch his conceited masks off his conceited face. Leader waves his hand as if to ward off a bad odor.

“That’s what I said. My dear son,”

“Don’t. Call. me. son,” I growl emphasizing every word. Leader ignored me.

“May I have a word with you outside, my dear boy?” I huff in protest, but Forrest motions that they’ll protect Sierra. I follow Leader outside and glare at his protectors. If they weren’t there, I’d probably punch him for causing my sister to sicken.

“I know Sarah-”

“It’s Sierra,” I snarl and clench my fists. I wish the guys were here to back me up.

“That’s what I said. I know she’s not doing very well, but I guarantee she will get better. You know the majority of this year's crop is being saved for replanting next year, for more prosperity in the future. And I believe the life of one little girl is a proper sacrifice for the lives of millions,” Leader says and places his cold clammy hand on my shoulder. “But I promise, if she survives, then I will know that she is worth the food she eats.” Leader pats my head like I’m three. “This was a good talk, son.”

“I’m not your son,” I hiss. And if you think the life of my sister can be fixed in your formulated phrases, then you must be out of you gosh dang mind. I think furiously.

Leader saunters away, his guards forming a box around him. I march back inside our clubhouse, rip off my mask and whisper furiously to the guys, “Where can I meet them, these Watchers?”

Wolfe and Ash both lead me through the streets. The other Dryads are back at our clubhouse, taking care of my Vixen. Ever since Leader’s visit a week ago, Sierra had progressively gone downhill despite all of Sorrel’s treatments and T. The moon lights the streets with an unearthly glow, turning every corner and shadow into a ghoulish copy of itself. They stop in front of a dark staircase leading into the ground.

“This is it,” whispers Wolfe, “The entrance to the Watchers.”

I gulp. I wasn’t ready for this. But Sierra. My Vixen. I take a deep breath to settle my nerves. “I’m ready. You guys coming?”

“Duh,” Ash grins slightly. But then he frowns. “But you’re doing the actual talking.”

I roll my eyes and smile. “Fraidy-cat.”

“Just don’t let Calico hear you. She’d hang you from the rafters by your pants,” Wolfe laughs. He made the mistake of teasing Calico and she responded by leaving him hanging from the rafters by his underwear.

“I thought it was from your underpants,” I tease him. He blushes.

“She had me, like, backed into a corner,” Wolfe protests.

“Yeah, keep ranting, Wolfe. We all know Cali whipped your butt,” Ash laughs. “Are we gonna do this or what?”

Wolfe and I nod. Our trio cautiously walks toward the stairs.

“That was really funny, Wolfe. You squealed for hours,” a voice behind us giggles. We tense. Someone steps into the small beam of light from the moon and us guys relax, if only slightly. Only Calico. But when dealing with Cali, you always stay on your toes: otherwise, you may end up missing your pants and dangling from the rafters (cough, Wolfe, cough).

She’s wearing all black with her red and ebony hair caught up in a high ponytail. Her belt is an arsenal: her two daggers hanging from their sheaths, a long coiled whip, and other things I can’t distinguish. She holds a long metal staff in her hands which she’s twirling. “So you boys thought that you could leave me stranded with Vixen coughing her little lungs out and burning with fever while you went out and stole food for her. Classic men.”

“Umm…” Wolfe stammers. She brushes him aside.

“Let’s just get this over with. I have an early training session tomorrow.”

I glance at Ash and chuckle. This is classic Cali. Act now, ask questions later. “Let’s go,” I say. Ash, Wolfe and I follow Cali. How bad could this mission go?

We creep down the stairs where an iron-bound door stoically sits. It seems both aware and unaware that it is the entryway to rebellion and freedom. I smirk to myself. Leader would kill if he found out we knew where this was. Ash whispered something and the door creaks open. We carefully step in and the door slams shut behind us. A person in a long black robe motions for us to follow him. We do so cautiously. Cali just swings her staff and checks her many gizmos and pockets on her belt. Ash and Wolfe surge forward, leaving me with Cali. I cough nervously. “So, Cali, how have you been?”

Cali rolls her eyes and continues to secure her pouches. “Not too shabby. I’ve been promoted at training.”

“Oh, congrats on your promotion.” I shiver. Our voices echo eerily off the walls. I’m suddenly not too sure whether this is actually safe. But Sierra will die without this food. But spending quality time with Cali almost always ends up with you missing your pants and a dagger at your neck. “And Cali, I’ve been meaning to ask you: why don’t you ever wear your mask?” It’s true: Calico never wore her mask, not even when Leader was around. But every so often, she wore the characteristic blank look that the masks gave adults.

“That’s classified,” Calico snaps. “Never ask me about that ever again. Not now, not ever, or you’ll be missing more than your pants.” She pulls her knife out and makes a slitting motion across her neck. I gulp. Lucky for me, before Cali can act on that conviction, we emerge into a large room at least ten times as big as our clubhouse. It is filled with people of every shape, size, and age. Branched from the main room is lots of tunnels that lead to wherever. Ash and Wolfe lead the way to a tall brunette man who has an air of authority and his back to us. I take a deep breath and tap him on the shoulder.

“Pardon me, sir, are you the Leader of the Watchers, sir?” I ask nervously. He turns around and smiles gently at me.

“Yes. What can I do to help you, young man?” he says. Suddenly something inside me breaks. I start spilling everything, how my little sister was super sick and Leader won’t help and how she needs food. I stop and glance at my companions and they look stunned. I’m not normally one to just disclose anything without cause, but my little sister is dying. I don’t know if even with the food she’ll live, and if she dies, then I have nothing else to live for. Except for Leader’s absolute destruction for causing my little sister to die. The man just smiles and hands me a scrap of cloth. I realize I’ve got tears running down my cheeks.

“My name is Chase, and I’m the head of the Watchers,” he says kindly, “And, fortunately for you, we’ve got a team heading to Leader’s dwelling in a couple hours. You can join them or you can wait for them to come back, which should be early in the morning.”

“Wait, you regularly raid Leader? What about his cronies or his counterparts in other cities?” Calico jumps in. She seems jumpy and nervous and her hands are trembling. That’s enough to put me on edge: if invincible Calico was nervous and terrified, then I should be screwed. But surprisingly, I’m only slightly nervous.

“We have other branches in the other cities. And we have word that Leader has one of our top agents, so it'll be easy to get food for your little sister,” Chase says, “and, young lady, there's a restroom in the very back if you need it.” Cali nods gratefully and dashes off, a hand over her mouth. “We’ll come find you when the team’s ready to go, alright?” I nod and quickly head the way Cali went. Ash and Wolfe head off somewhere. But Cali looked positively sick like she was going to hurl. I feel like I need to check on her, make sure she’s okay.

There are two doors in the back, one marked “Ladies” and the other “Gentlemen”. I can hear Cali in the “Ladies” one, and she doesn’t sound well at all. On an impulse, I duck into the Ladies room and bar the door shut.

There are individual stalls that hide the toilets: all of the five doors are partially open except for one. I can hear Cali hurling and muttering to herself, an argument between Cali and Cali. And neither side is gaining advantage.

I gently rap on the door. “Cali? You okay?” I say quietly. I hear a flush and Cali stumbles out. She quickly wAshes her face then turns to face me. Surprisingly, the first thing she whispers is “Can you keep a secret?” I nod and seal my lips. Cali presses herself against the wall and slides to the floor. I crouch next to her. With a trembling hand, she pulls something out of her belt, grabs my hand, and presses the item in her hand into mine. “Hunter, you can't tell anyone what I'm gonna tell you, not even Wolfe,” she breathes. I open my hand and examine the white pills in my palm.

“Cali, what are these?” I ask quietly.

“You asked me why I don't wear a mask. I'm the first of a new kind of fighting machine. I don't wear a mask because I swallow it. Leader has somehow ground my mask into a powder and now I have to take one once a day,” Cali breaths, “I forgot today’s dose. But I can't take it because the Watchers will know. But I have to because Leader will know if I don't. But I can't, but I have to, but I can't!” Cali groans in frustration and grips the edge of ponytail. “What am I supposed to do, Hunter?”

I'm still trying to process everything. Calico is an experiment? One of Leader’s projects? She is being tortured under my nose? “I don’t know Cali. Maybe you can talk to Chase? He seems helpful,” I whisper.

“I can't talk to him. I represent everything the Watchers are against. And if Leader catches wind that I’ve seen where the Watchers are based, then everything is screwed,” Cali moans. She presses her hands against her temples. I try and comfort her as best as I can, but nothing I do seems to help. Suddenly she bolts upright. "I've got it! Hydrochaastibscentane! All I need is a syringe and a needle!" She starts digging in her belt.

"Um, Cali? What's hydrocha-, hydrocha-, I can't even say it." I groan and pinch the bridge of my nose. "Whatever it is, what does it do?"

"It's an amnesia inducing drug, more commonly known as Wish. We are instructed to always keep a dose on use in case of capture. But only as a last resort," Cali explains. "I haven't used my dose, so if I get captured, I can use it and forget any and all information about the Watchers." She seems oddly happy about that possibility. She pulls a blue liquid, a syringe and a needle from her belt and gingerly preps the syringe. She stashes the syringe now full of blue liquid in her belt. She glares at me. "If you tell, I will find you. And I will make you suffer. Capeesh?" I nod and quickly get out of there. Cali needs her space or she's liable to take her stress on the nearest punching bag.

Ash, Wolfe and I hang together while waiting for the party to head out. Cali joins us a while later, and then teases/flirts with Wolfe. Ash and I just elbow each other and snicker under our breath.

After what seemed like an eternity, the party is ready to go. I strap on my borrowed gear, smear soot and grease on my face, and follow the party down a tunnel. Calico ducks in and out of the shadows almost like her namesake. I shiver. I have a very bad feeling that something was going to go very wrong tonight.

We get into the building easily enough. Because Cali knew where everything was, it was child's play to sneak into the food storage and fill our bags to the brim with food. More food than I had ever seen in one place. And the variety. I'll admit that we may have tasted some, just to see what kind of luxury Leader was living in. Fruits that taste like sunshine, leafy greens that taste like shame, nuts that taste like nothing I could describe. Cali helped us identify some of the mysterious things, like a weird yellow boomerang fruit that was called a banana. It was mild in taste, but tasted like sweet rain. But mostly we just stuff our bags and our faces. A guy dressed like us comes and and motions that we need to get out of there. We follow hesitantly. We rejoin the main group and quickly maneuver through the twisted halls.

“Isn’t this great?” Calico whispers excitedly, “It’s like we’re in a movie or something!” I glance at her confused.

“What’s a movie?” She groans and buries her face in her hands.

“You’re hopeless.”

Suddenly, an alarm blares and everything became blurred. I saw Cali rushing forward and whipping the security guards’ butts, literally and figuratively. She yelled at us to go on with our her. I will always remember her with her staff and whip and dancing in and out of the fray. She may have been one girl, but she was more than a match for the twenty guards she fought. But then something went wrong. Her staff broke, more guards came, her whip was yanked out of her hands, something. She cursed and drew her daggers. Then we ran like cowards. And left Cali like she told us to. We burst into the warehouse, panting, dripping, sobbing. Chase comes over and hands us a small cartridge.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” he whispers, “But you three need to go. It’s nearly daybreak.” I nod and motion for Ash and Wolfe to follow me. We pause for a moment outside the Watchers’ hideout, the reality of what happened hitting us for the first time. In aIl probability, Cali died for us.

I turn to Wolfe, who has tears running down his face. “I never got to tell her,” he whispers. “I never got to tell her I loved her.”

I awkwardly try and comfort him. “Don’t worry, man. If anyone can get out of there, it’s Calico.”

“She is most likely the bravest one of us,” Ash says and wipes his eyes on his shirt. “Come on. Sierra will need this.” Wolfe and I nodded and we plod back to our clubhouse, each mourning Cali in our own way.

The food did wonders for Sierra. After a couple of weeks, she’s no worse for wear. A little paler, maybe, but fine. Cali still hasn’t shown up, and Ash and Wolfe have joined the Watchers for good. I watch Sierra play with Olive and Willow and smile. This was my sister, Sierra. Sierra I promise, I will never leave you. I promise myself. I see Leader across the stretch of grass and I stand up. I glare at him and cross my arms. Leader just looks at Sierra and then moves on.

Scratch that. Sierra, I promise that I will never leave you, and I will always protect you.

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la-voce-to-me · 6 years

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AU August

Day 10

On Ao3

Chat stared at her as she put on her lipstick. They were parked slightly outside the main line of cars for the red carpet. The noise from the gala was still audible despite the distance, but they paid it no mind. Even though she could feel the weight of his green eyes on her, she continued to slowly swipe the tube over her lips.

“Do you need something?” she asked, finally snapping her compact shut.

“Is that the poison lipstick?”

Ladybug stared at her partner. His face was neutral, no sign of a joke or sarcasm given away in his usually expressive eyes. She blinked at him a few times before facing forward in the car, tapping their driver on the shoulder.

“Jade honey, your best friend better be more competent than he sounds,” she said smoothly, taking small delight in the indignant sound her partner made.

“I know how he comes off Lady, but I promise he’s the best at what he does,” the driver responded with a chuckle.

Chat huffed, slouching back in his seat with a small “unbelievable,” muttered under his breath.

“To answer you question, newbie,” a voice said, crackling to life in their ears, “having a poisonous lipstick would just make Ladybug sick. She just likes having red lips when wearing a black dress.”

“Thank you, Vixen,” Ladybug said with a clipped tone.

“Welcome Bug Babe,” Vixen replied. She could practically hear the woman stick her tongue out at the headpiece.

The next few moments were spent in silence. As much as Marinette loved her job, being Ladybug was always nerve wracking with a new partner. Her previous one had only lasted two missions before being switched to a lower tier at his request. The girl before him lasted longer, around four months, but she quit the agency after working with Ladybug.

Her team was the top tier at the agency. Jade Turtle was their man on the ground, a getaway car, a bodyguard, and informant all in one. Vixen had been Ladybug’s partner the longest until she got injured in the field, but stayed on as communication and detail master. Ladybug was the face of the operation, the only one who had a reputation, and the only one whose face was recognizable.

Working high profile cases as a new recruit had been a poor career choice, as it turned out. Her favorite missions were the ones where she could just be a secret agent- not the Lady in Red, not that one bitch who stopped an assassination by tying the hit man up with a yoyo, just Ladybug.

That’s why this one had her nervous. Jade had recommended his friend, a high profile model, to be her partner. This gala would be the first test to see if his fame could overshadow her infamy, and still be productive.

They had already attended Fashion Week together to start the rumours circulating, then fed her civilian identity to the press. It had been a month since then, and the press could not get enough of the newest couple to Paris’s fashion scene. A good cover, so long as it didn’t prevent them from doing work.

“Okay kitty, let’s move,” Ladybug said, ushering her partner outside the car.

The noise was instantaneous. The had slowly crept forward in the line of cars, until they were right in front of the gala entrance. Reporters shouted, cameras flashed, and Chat smiled. He wrapped an arm around her waist, posing every few feet on the carpet.

“M. Agreste, what do you think of the gala being announced just a week after your fathers?”

Ladybug felt her partner’s hand squeeze for a moment before he answered.

“You can really never have too many charity balls, in my opinion. If dressing up is what people need to do in order to donate to good causes, then I’m all for it,” he replied breezily.

The hand on her hip tugged them almost through the entrance until one question reached them, clearer than the rest. “Mlle Dupain-Cheng, what are your thoughts on the primary auction item this year?”

The pair of them paused, and Ladybug turned to face the reporter.

“You know, this is just awful of me but I’ve been so busy with clients that I don’t happen to know what item you’re referring to. I’m sure it’s a treasure, whatever it might be.”

“If that’s all, we’ll be heading in now…” Chat cut in, once again placing a hand around her waist. She heard the cameras clicking during the action, rolling her eyes.

They strode through the crowd, occasionally pausing when Ladybug would signal for Adrien to stop and greet someone. Their target was easy to spot but hard to track, so his casual conversation was convenient cover.

“LB, it looks like there might be an issue…” Jade said, voice low in her ear piece.

“Really,” she said, turning away from Chat with a small smile. He nodded, heading towards a group of people trying to catch his eye.

“Adrien’s dad is here…”

Chat’s head snapped towards the door, and Ladybug flinched at the action. As much as he had proved himself in the way of stealth, there were certain things Adrien just hadn’t gotten the hang of. Reacting visibly to information coming from a headset was one of those things.

Ladybug strode over to her partner, whose eyes were still fixed on the silvered head of the figure making its way into the entertainment hall. She clasped Adrien’s hand, hoping for a moment that he would understand that this was her being a friend, rather than a partner in (stopping) crime.

“Pardon me, if I could steal my date for a moment, I believe he promised me a dance,” Marinette said, addressing the curious faces of the people Adrien had been talking to. “Adrien, are you alright?”

“Why is he here?” Adrien hissed back. “He said he wasn’t coming. He said it was an offensive move from Armani to do this!”

“Adrien, look at me,” Marinette said, her voice low. He did as instructed. “Fashion politics don’t make sense. Knowing what I know of Gabriel, he could be here because he saw the answer you gave that reporter and hightailed it over here.”

“What if you have to arrest someone! He’s going to give me such grief for dating outside his approved circle…” “I can handle him, okay?”

“Stop worrying Chat, you have a mission,” Vixen interjected. Adrien breathed in deeply, and Marinette could practically see his Chat Noir mask slide back into place.

“Speaking of…” Ladybug murmured, eyes narrowing. “Kitty your dad is talking to the target. It’s the first person he’s talked to in the whole time we’ve been there.”

Chat turned slowly.

“That’s our target?”

“Didn’t you look at the file I provided?” Vixen’s voice rang shrill in their ears.

“I didn’t recognize the name and I guess she looks different in greyscale. That’s, well, I know her as one of his assistants.”

“...how did I miss that…” Vixen whispered. They could hear a lot of typing through the com, and then a small “shit.”

“Adrien, shall we claim that dance?” Ladybug asked, guiding him towards the dance floor. Many people were already swaying to the music that flowed from the orchestra. She turned to face him, clasping his shoulder. “Okay Vix, talk to me.”

“Chat I don’t think you’re gonna be happy, but I think Gabriel might be the actual target…”

“What? How could my father have anything to do with this… black market whatever?”

“That’s some pretty big news my dude, are you sure we should go through with the mission?” Jade asked.

“This is the only opportunity to retrieve the stones, regardless of who might be arrested that is our primary goal for tonight,” Ladybug cut in, resting her head on Adrien’s shoulder.

He smiled at her tightly, seeming to be caught between appreciating the comforting gesture and realizing his father might be behind one of the largest artifact heists in history.

The music slowed to a stop, and they turned to applaud the orchestra. A man in a tuxedo walked onto their stage, taking a microphone from the podium.

“Welcome everyone to the Harvest Charity Ball, hosted by Armani and the Human Rights League! We will shortly be starting the silent auction, so please continue to dance and mingle, but do not forget to take a look at the auction items!” There was chatter as the announcer paused, smiling widely.

“Of course, the main object of the silent auction is a guided tour for inspiration, donated by Gabriel Agreste!”

Ladybug scrunched her brow, shooting a look to her partner. He wore a matching confused expression. Suddenly, she remembered the reporters question from outside.

“Did she ask me because I’m an up and coming designer, or was that a hint?”

Chat seemed to understand what the question referred to. The clapped politely as the rest of the big name silent auction pieces were announced, and turned to each other once the music began again.

“Lady, I can’t find anything about the big auction piece being announced before today, I think you should find that reporter…” Vixen said, worry creeping into her voice.

“I couldn’t see who it was, but I think she went inside after you two…” Jade said.

“Okay, after this song we’ll look,” Chat said, letting the first impish smile of the night creep onto his face.

They didn’t have to wait until the end of the song, however. As soon as the music hit its peak, the lights cut out. Ladybug pulled out the small knife she kept sheathed in the shoulder of her dress, while Chat let his hand rest on the staff hidden under his jacket.

“Follow me,” a small voice said, appearing between them and gone just as fast. They looked at each other, then back where the voice had been. A swath of red slipped around a nearby pillar. They followed slowly, trying to jostle as few people as possible.

“He needs to be stopped,” the voice said again, just as the red cloth disappeared around a corner.

“Wait here,” Ladybug said. Chat obeyed, resting against a wall.

The room was as dark as the main hall had been, but there was one item on a silent auction table that seemed brighter than all the rest. She crept forward, looking around the room for the voice that had led her there.

The item was a simple but high end coat. She reached out to run a hand along the silhouette of the coat, when she felt a rush of power seep through her hand.

“My name is Tikki. I am the goddess of creation. Do not be afraid, my dear ladybug. I need to save my siblings.”

The voice came from everywhere and nowhere, seeming to originate from her own body. She let out a gasp, causing Chat to rush into the room.

“Your eyes-” was all he got out before his own began to emit a small but definite glow.

“Ah, your Chat Noir is here too. Plagg will instruct him as I will instruct you. Listen carefully…”

Ladybug was having a hard time understanding what exactly was going on, but the calm that had seeped into her bones made following Tikki’s guidance easy. She knew with certainty that this was the right thing.

The coat was a disguise from the buyer- there were several sacred artifacts sewn into various places of the coat- artifacts that apparently contained the spirits of gods. She deftly undid the coat, handing each of the artifacts to Chat. Just as the last one had been freed, the lights came back on.

“Adrien, son. What are you doing here?”

Tikki’s presence fled with the return of the lights, allowing Marinette to take back over.

“We happened upon this room when I was looking for the restroom, and I couldn’t help but notice- this coat is your handiwork, is it not?”

Gabriel seemed to only notice Marinette after she had spoken.

“Ah, Mlle. Dupain-Cheng, very astute. This designer does have a very similar construction to my own but…” His voice trailed off as he fingered the opened seams.

Marinette took the moment to snap one of the black handcuffs that had been previously embedded to the lining of a pocket in her dress. Gabriel looked at the metal around his wrist, then back to the woman holding them.

“This is how your mother and I met,” he said, turning to Adrien. “I’ll go quietly, not to cause a scene.”

“Your son had nothing to do with this,” Marinette couldn’t help but say.

Gabriel’s impassive face turned into a soft smile.

“Neither was I when I first became her partner.” “We’re not partners in crime,” Adrien said softly.

“But partners nonetheless,” Gabriel said.

#ml fanfic #secret agent AU #adrinette #ladynoir #au yeah august #au where gabe and mamagreste were criminals

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Alyssa Ward and the Curse of the Hanged Men

It started with a cup of coffee.

Alyssa sat in the park at Lion’s rest in the early morning, a cup of coffee brewed from the Recluse sitting beside her on the bench, a sandwich of eggs and ham to her other side, and her sketchbook open in her lap as she worked on a new design. That should have been it, a quiet start to her day. Yet she couldn’t help but continue to notice the Kaldorei man nearby, leaning against one of the lamp posts in the park, struggling to keep his eyes open.

The man looked a mess, pale, bags under his eyes, hair all a tangle. He wore the garb and uniform of the Night’s Watch of Duskwood, but for all appearances, he’d watched for far too many nights.

“Y’look like y’need this more than I do.” Alyssa lifted the coffee cup, gesturing towards him with it.

That elicited a chuckle. The man making a crack about how rude it was to call out his obviously exhausted appearance. Still, he took her offer all the same, sitting beside her on the bench to nurse the cup of coffee while they talked. It came to light as they spoke that he’d befallen some sort of curse while researching a series of murders in Duskwood. He spoke briefly of a legend involving the Hanged Men of Deadwind pass. Even now outside and above the tower of Karazhan, bodies swayed by the neck from dead trees, long forgotten. Myths and rumors had abound for years that they would come to life and attack passer bys. Only a myth.

Curses, the purview of Witches and Warlocks. Not exactly Alyssa’s area of expertise, her knowledge focused on demons, but even so, “‘ave y’considered tryin’ t’find someone ‘o knows curses ‘ere in Stormwind? Anyone that might be able t’elp figure out ‘ow t’break it?”

He hadn’t, of course, and for the obvious reasons. The same reason she hadn’t said as much of herself so far. How do you openly ask for a Warlock in Stormwind while avoiding the stockade?

Alyssa sighed, “Right...I can ‘elp you. M’like as not an idiot f’offerin’ it t’a stranger, but y’obviously need it. Don’t make me regret this?”

(Cut for length, and NSFW Violence content below)

As night fell the day following, Alyssa found herself riding slowly through Westfall towards the bridge that lead to Duskwood. Far too many of the problems in her life have centered around this particular path. Damien. Raen. Mackerel. Name after name of issues and complications that have walked this very road. Yet here she found herself.

She’d met Grey again, the Night Watchman from the day before earlier. Her night previous spent pouring through her books on curses, an aspect of her ‘profession’ if it could be called such, that she had largely neglected. The description he gave of his condition gave her some points to work with. When Grey slept, his dreams were vivid and vibrant, as though seeing through the eyes of another creature. When he slept in Duskwood while researching these deaths, the eyes he saw through crept through familiar woods, drawing ever closer to him, startling him awake.

When he came to Stormwind to seek aid, and slept here, the eyes stalked the outside of the Walls, working their way into the city. Whatever had done this to the man was stalking him. Either closing in his dreams, or relentlessly pursuing, she wasn’t sure, but ultimately the recommendation she made was simple. “Y’need t’sleep. Let me watch over you. M��pets and I will stop whatever comes. M’specialization is summonin’. Give me access t’the thing ‘untin’ you, and I can either stop it, or figure out what controls it.”

The man, exhausted as he was agreed, willing to try anything at this point, including put his faith in this odd practitioner of fel magic who so good naturedly offered her aid. So they agreed to meet at the border to Duskwood, he wished to retrieve some supplies from the Watch, and she needed a place she could fully practice her art without risk of bringing the guard down on them.

So she found herself on that road. Up ahead the wooden bridge that separated Westfall from Duskwood. She spurred her mount on, more brazen about her magic here. Haag, one of her two hounds materialized beside her, shedding its usual cloak of invisibility as it romped alongside the horse. Vix, her other, was already ahead, watching over the Kaldorei.

Even as she approached, there was a sense of something wrong. Flickers in the corners of her eyes, like silhouettes moving around her. The distant chiming of bells, though she was certain they were too far from Darkshire proper to hear them from here. As she closed, she noticed a form slumped against one of the bridge supports. Grey sitting there, had found his exhaustion got the best of him, and the man slept.

“Idiot. Y’were supposed t’wait f’me.” She sighed as she hopped off her horse. There was supposed to be more time to prepare. The warlock knelt in the dust, quickly sketching out the strongest summoning circle she could produce in short order.

The bells chimed louder as she worked, speaking in low demonic, holding up a soulstone. Rebecca Mills. That was the name on the gem when she took it out of her collection. Never use one without remembering where it came from. “Thank you f’this Miss Mills.” Muttered as part of her incantation.

A roar across the bridge, and her hazel eyed gaze flickered up for only a moment to take in the thing she faced as part of this. Mostly human in form, with a burlap sack over its head. A rope hung from its neck like a noose, and its hands elongated out into wicked claws. Another roar, and it charged, not at the sleeping man, but at her.

Alyssa’s palm slammed down in the centre of the circle, smashing the Soul gem into the structure, and from it sprang forth a Wrathguard, ripped from the Twisting Nether to this plane, the most powerful demon she could reasonably maintain control over. “Protect me.” She shouts a quick command as the hanged man’s claws tear along the bridge.

As quickly, it ended. Grey’s eyes snapped open in a panic, and the creature vanished in a puff of smoke just before the Demon could meet its charge. Alyssa stood braced, felfire already forming in her palms.

“Alyssa, I’m sorry. I saw through its eyes as it charged.”

“Y’should’ve stayed asleep. I could ‘ave andled it.” She sighed, moving to offer him a hand up. “At least I know what it is now. It looked physical, touchable. We can fight that.”

The man still wanted his supplies though, and to see this handled at the source, the place he was certain he was cursed. Deadwind pass. So they walked through the night.

They spoke at length as they traveled. He told her about being part of the Night Watch, of the creatures that lurked in Duskwoods shadows. She told him of fighting in Hillsbrad, of surviving on the edge of Alliance lands.

He confessed he wasn’t sure she wasn’t crazy, and could actually help him until the moment he woke, seeing her standing ready for battle with a powerful demon at her side. That meeting in the park, she looks so innocuous.

For Alyssa though, this project was invigorating. She felt alive, excited. In the months since she’d come to Stormwind, her life’s complications had become about interpersonal relationships. Subterfuge, saying the right things to the right people. Tact and complication, nothing the last four years of her life had prepared her for. This though. Summoning demons to fight monsters in the night, this is Alyssa’s wheelhouse, what she’s good at.

(Some suggested listening for the rest of this post. Lady Maria - Bloodborne The Old Hunters OST)

“Why are you helping me?” The man stops her at the entrance to Deadwind pass as her Wrathguard scouts ahead.

“Y’needed it.”

“Is it really that simple?”

Alyssa sighs, “Y’needed specialized ‘elp that not many can give you. Y’were in a dire situation that could ‘ave ended badly at any time, well before y’could find anyone else t’do it. If I turned you away, y’could be dead by now, I couldn’t ‘ave that on my conscious. M’not as good a person as m’brother is, but I still want t’make ‘im proud. Y’don’t learn what I know without ‘avin regrets, ‘elpin’ you solve this lets me balance m’books as it were.”

He seems satisfied with the answer, “Well I owe you after this.” He leads the way deeper into the pass, past hanging bodies, and onto the bridge of cracked stone that spans the gap over the canyon below. “Does this work for your purposes?”

“It does, I like a chokepoint. ‘Opefully it comes at us from the Duskwood side, but I can adapt.” She orders the Wrathguard into a defensive stance as she draws fire into her hands.

“Good, I’m so exhausted I could sleep anywhere. I’ll wake if it looks like you’re in danger.”

A nod of assurance from the Warlock, and the man lays himself in the center of the bridge, letting slumber overtake him almost immediately. The exhaustion of his curse, of their travels, carrying him away.

Silhouettes in the corners of her vision and the chiming of bells. Alyssa braces herself, both of her hands dripping liquid felfire. On the Duskwood side of the bridge, the Wrathguard stands ready, massive axes in its hands. The creature hates her for this, but in the moment, that doesn’t matter. At her side, Vix and Haag, her loyal hounds, some of the first demons she summoned, and her constant companions.

The thing crawls up the pass on all fours, claws digging into stone, the rope around its neck dragging along the path. And then another. And then another. The sound of claws on stone pull her attention behind her, and she whirls to find more of the hanged men amassing along the edge of the bridge on the Swamp of Sorrows side. Echoing chunks of climbing creatures sound up the valley, and a brief glance over the edge shows more of them ascending from the pass.

One she felt confident in. This though is well beyond expectations. “They don’t pass you f’anythin’.” She shouts back to the Wrathguard as it sets its massive form to protect one side of the bridge, meeting the first charge with a clash of axe blades, sending ichor and burlap and limbs spattering across the stone.

Trust. People are hard to trust. Demons she controls are easy, the guard may hate her, but it has her back, and so she focuses on her side of the bridge. “Haag, Vix, go.” The felhounds charge forward as the hanged men start to advance. One goes high, the other low as they tackle one of the creatures to the ground together, ripping into it. An arm flies into the gorge, ichor slicks the bridge on that side too.

Alyssa flashes back to the basement in Gilneas so very long ago. Similarly trapped, pinned in by ravenous creatures. Now though she’s so very much more experienced, her mastery of Felfire much more controlled. She pours gouts of liquid fire from her palms, sickly green spraying across Hanged Man after Hanged Man, sending flaming beasts careening over the bridges edge to crash into the ones still climbing, toppling them to the river below. Still they come.

There’s a rumble beneath her feet, the faint sound of cracking stone as more and more of them pile onto the narrow outcropping of earth that connects the two sides of the canyon. A reminder that the bridge is natural, not made. She ignores it, stepping backwards as her and her demons are pressed in closer to the sleeping Kaldorei.

She loses sight of her demonic hounds in the pile, until a whimpered yelp sounds, and she sees one of the Hanged Men lift Haag into the air, impaled through on massive claws. The creature rends her hound, and sends its lifeless body over the edge into the abyss, drawing a startled cry from Alyssa’s lips. “No…” She lays down more fire, forming a wall of Felfire between her and the creatures, and more of them pile against it, burning and charring.

The bridge is slick with ichor, fire, and demon blood, and moment by moment, Alyssa can feel herself weakening. She’s poured too much into this fight already. She needs to wake the Elf, come at this again after some rest, with more help.

Hazel eyes turn for a moment back towards him, just in time to see one axe fall, than the other as the Wrathguard at the other end of the bridge is overwhelmed. Torn to pieces by the creatures. Demonic blood, the smell of copper and the ozone scent of the Twisting Nether as the Wrathguard dies screaming.

The moment of distraction is enough, as one of the hanged men leaps through her wall of flame, tackling the warlock to the ground beside Grey. Her head strikes the stone, dizzying her, sending stars flashing through her eyes. Then a sharp stab of pain as a hand full of claws spike through her shoulder, grinding against bone as they punch through skin and muscle into the bridge below.

“You ‘ave t’wake up,” she shouts in a panic, trying to use another wash of Felfire from her palm shoved into the creature’s burlap covered face. Its other claws rake along her side as it scrambles for purchase. There’s another crack and rumble of earth.

The world collapses. The strain of more bodies and battle as the swarms of Hanged Men flood the tenuous expanse overwhelms it. The bridge crumbles under the weight, sending Alyssa, Grey’s unconscious form, and the Hanged Masses into the canyon below. She has time to shriek in terror, twisting in the air as she plummets, trying to angle herself to miss the jagged rocks that line the narrow river. She can feel her form twist and change as she does so, the adrenaline and panic bringing out the beast within.

The river is choked with bodies and dark ichor. Muddy churned bottom, it’s practically black. The fall feels like it takes forever, the world in slow motion. Time to regret. Time to worry about what Damien will think. About her friends who constantly warn her not to tackle things like this alone.

The warlock strikes water, and the world goes dark.

To be continued obviously.

Mentions to @dardillien-ward and to @kel-greyleaf!

Relevance I’m sure to many people, but Alyssa has at least contacted @alliesweetsong-wra; @thetobaccoman; and a character of @valdim-heyworth as part of leaving on this journey.

(Updated with Grey’s Tumblr)

#alyssaward #monstersanddemons #wowrp #characterdevelopment #alyssayouareagoddamnedidiotstoptakingontheworldalone

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classicliteraturehoe · 6 years

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2018 Tony Nominated Musicals as Things my Friends have said.

Mean Girls: “The only reason I’m not popular is because we don’t have lockers” -my friend chibu

Frozen: “If you want something done right do it it yourself. Oh God what have I done?” -my friend shayan

Spongebob Squarepants: “He drank like a fish” -my friend vix

The Band’s Visit: “I love music. It is too sick. If you don’t like it, you sick” -my friend logan

The Band’s Visit (Alternatively): “All right my sexy Jews, let’s go!” -my friend cassy

My Fair Lady: “I love being cool and hip with the children” -my friend miranda

Once on this Island: “Why do you insist upon comparing yourself to the Gulf Mexico?” -logan

“Because that's the Body of Water that speaks to me." -chibu

Once on this Island (Alternatively): “You forged the wheels of the gods’ skateboards”-my friend vix

Carousel: “He was died” -logan

Summer: “Disco is by far the highest art form” -me

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princess-of-riviaa · 4 years

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Little Lady: Chapter 4

Prologue + Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Series Summary: Vixen “Vix” is a lady of the night. Clark Kent, a centuries-old vampire, has a compelling interest in her.

Chapter Summary: Natalie takes a lesson in self-discovery.

Warning(s): mentions of drugs and alcohol, dirty dancing, mentions of sex

Word Count: 1,860

The paralytic spell breaks, but nothing between Clark and me changes. I don’t remember anything, don’t feel any sort of timeless connection to him. Disappointment makes my stomach knot and my chest hollow. And then I feel dumb for wasting all this time, for even believing all of this man’s bullshit to begin with.

“I’m leaving,” I spit, getting up from the couch.

In the time that has passed, Clark has taken a seat on the couch beside me. He watches me rise to my feet now. His face falls. “Why?”

“Because not only are you insane, but you’re a liar,” I growl. “I’m leaving and if you follow me, I will call the police. You’re not allowed back at Lilith’s either.”

He opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. He doesn’t have much of an argument anyways. Everything I said is true: he’s nothing but a lying psycho. Even if he is hot.

I struggle to find my way through the house, since I wasn’t conscious when I was brought in here, but after one wrong turn I make my way to the front door. It’s not a house, I realize. It’s an apartment complex. And Clark owns the whole thing. Every floor is vacant save for the top one, the one that Clark and Diana are currently on, and the silence is eerie as I make my way through the lobby.

Traffic and pedestrians buzz with noisy activity outside. It’s such a stark contrast to the empty silence on the other side of those apartment doors. I make my way to the end of the street and wait for the crosswalk light to flash.

“Natalie!” someone shouts from behind me.

I spin to find Clark coming after me. Is he serious right now? I told him not to come after me. I begin walking away from him, into the street--

And that’s when it happens.

Everything moves so fast. The car honk registers in my brain first and I turn towards the sound. A taxi is hurtling towards me. Though the driver had slammed on his brakes, he won’t stop before he hits me, and at the speed he’s driving, I won’t survive the crash. It’s stupid, what I do next: I put my hands out in front of me, as if that will save me from the car. I put my hands out and I brace for the hit--

It never comes.

I count four, five seconds. Nothing. I open my eyes to see what happened--only to gawk at the sight in front of me. Everything--the cars, the pedestrians on the sidewalks, even the birds in the air--is frozen. Everything except me. I look back at the sidewalk to find Clark frozen mid-sentence, his mouth pursed as he forms words that won’t come out. There’s no way this is possible. I’m dreaming. That’s it. Clark gave me some sort of drug with very vivid dreams as a side effect. That’s the only explanation. There’s no way this is real. There’s no way time is stopped right now.

I look down at my hands, still outstretched in front of me. I begin to lower them. As I do, time slowly picks up again. I tense up again and just like before, everything goes still. I lower and raise my arms over and over, realizing the unexplainable connection between my body and the time alteration.

You’re a time traveler, Clark had said.

Amidst my confusion and disbelief, I manage to gain enough self-awareness to walk back to the sidewalk. When I lower my arms again, the taxi that would have hit me screeches to a stop. The cars behind him honk, but the driver ignores them and looks at the street incredulously, like he could have sworn he was about to hit something.

“You just did it, didn’t you?” Clark asks, now by my side.

The look in my eyes is answer enough, which is good because I don’t think I can speak right now.

“Now will you come back inside?” Clark asks, his voice calmer, soothing.

I nod and follow him back into the apartment. “Clark,” I say once we’re in the elevator, “how the hell did I do that?”

He clenches his jaw, looking disappointed. “I honestly couldn’t tell you. The gift of time manipulation is only understood amongst those with the gift. I couldn’t explain it to you if I tried.”

“I almost died,” I say. Hearing the words out loud is… startling. I should be in pieces on the street right now, but somehow I’m still in one piece. “I almost fucking died.”

“But you didn’t,” Clark counters. “You’re still here. You’re safe. That’s what you normally try to focus on--the good things that come out of your gift. It’s the only way you’re able to stay sane.”

Clark wasn’t lying, I realize. He wasn’t lying about any of it.

I look up at him, suddenly afraid. “You’re… a vampire. Like, a blood-sucking, undead vampire.”

He winces. “Undead is a, um, sort of derogatory term amongst my kind.”

“Oh,” I say as my face warms. “I’m sorry.”

He gives me a soft smile. It meets his eyes and I swear the way his eyes shine… it makes my toes curl. I want him looking at me like that when I kneel in front of him.

I shake my head to clear my thoughts. “If you were telling the truth, then why isn’t our bond thing working? I mean, we’re supposed to feel something, I’m assuming. And I don’t feel a single thing.”

He sighs as the elevator dings and comes to a stop at the top floor.. “I don’t know. That’s what we’re going to find out. Diana will have the answers we need.”

The floor is shaking when we step out of the elevator. Actually shaking. Someone is blasting music from the floor below enough to make the building vibrate.

“What’s that?” I question.

“Diana, probably,” Clark answers without having to think long on it. “She has a party tonight.”

The sophisticated woman I’d met when I’d first woken up here didn’t seem like the partying type, but I guess I should know better than to judge a book by its cover. I turn back around and press the elevator button.

“Then let’s go talk to her,” I say.

“She’s preoccupied,” Clark protests. He says it like attending her party is the last thing I want to do. “Natalie--”

“We’ll ask her our questions and then leave her to her business. It’s not like we’re crashing the party.”

The elevator doors open again and I step inside. Clark stays in the room, hesitant.

“Are you coming?” I wonder.

“No, and neither are you,” he protests.

“We need answers--” I begin just as the doors start to close.

“Get off the elevator!” Clark exclaims. “You’re not going down there!”

I don’t have time to reply before the doors shut and I’m brought to the second floor. The doors open and I step into what can only be described as a rave. There’s glowing lights, music so loud it’s deafening, and people running around like they’re high. The smell of smoke is strong in the air and I begin to cough. Someone bumps into me as I move further into the room. Their drink spills onto my clothes and I turn to glare at whoever spilled it, but I can’t find the culprit. Suddenly someone’s hand wraps around my arm and yanks me through the crowd. I nearly trip over my feet as I’m roughly dragged along behind them. I turn to see that it’s Clark. He doesn’t stop until we’re inches from the door to the stairs.

“What the hell was that?” I scream over the music, rubbing out the ache in my shoulder.

“I told you not to go down here!” he yells back, his blue eyes colder than ever.

“We need answers--” I argue.

“Those can wait,” he insists. “You’re not safe here.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“It means the smoke in the air is a drug and every second you stand here breathing gets you higher,” he explains.

I frown--and then become so lightheaded I nearly collapse. The air in my lungs feels thinner, crisper, and something deep inside of me opens its eyes after a long slumber. Something that feels like power courses through me. I feel capable of anything, completely unstoppable. I could do anything I want.

I want to dance with Clark.

“Shit, you’re already high,” Clark realizes as my expression changes. He reaches for my hand. “We need to leave--”

I let our fingers intertwine, memorizing the way his hand molds with mine before I drag him towards the center of the room. I begin to sway my hips, not bothering to look if he’s dancing too. The music pulses through me, mixes with my blood, becomes the air I breathe. My body moves easily along with the music. I’m lost in a trance under the lights and the sounds of this place. I never want to leave.

Suddenly my back is flush against Clark’s chest and I’m bringing his hands to wrap around my hips. I don’t know when I moved to be pressed up against him, but I have no complaints. I grind my ass into him, feeling him begin to grow hard.

“I want you to touch me,” I tell him, dragging his hand down my body. A heat so intense it’s electric travels between us, igniting every part of my being. I want him alone and naked and on top of me, fucking me hard. I want him buried inside of me, stretching me out--

“It’s the drug,” Clark whispers in my ear, his voice drowning out every other sound around me. “It prevents you from controlling your basic desires.”

“Is that such a bad thing?” I turn around to face him, our chests brushing as I lean up to kiss him.

His mouth is hot and smooth against mine. Though he’s hesitant, he doesn’t pull back or push me away, especially not when my tongue sneaks it’s way between his lips and collides with his own. Clark’s hands grab onto my hips, pressing me against him. My body burns as my heart hammers in my chest. I want him to fuck me--I need him to fuck me.

“Fuck me, Clark,” I moan. “I need to feel you inside of me.”

He growls against my mouth and the sound makes my toes curl. “I will,” he promises before wrapping his hands around the back of my thighs and picking me up. My legs wrap around his torso automatically as I lean in to kiss him again. He kisses me back eagerly as he somehow manages to get out of the crowd at the same time. Only when we’re back in the stairwell, the music fading behind the closed door, does he pull away from me.

“I’m going to fuck you,” he says again. “But you’re going to be in your right mind when I do it. I don’t want you forgetting a second of me being inside of you.”

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