#hope this gives y'all an idea of what's going on fjgshldkfghj

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mythical fox gf WIP

so I’ve been working on this (vaguely Killing Eve-inspired) Greek myth story for so long that I’ve got a love-hate relationship with it so have a snippet from part 1

(if you’ve seen Killing Eve, this might feel familiar lmao)

As you head home that evening, you feel goosebumps creep up your arms. Looking around, you don't see anything out of the ordinary, just other workers going home like you, so you continue on. Your skin crawls as if someone's watching you from afar, and you turn suddenly, glaring behind you.

There's no one there.

With a frown, you just keep on going back to your apartment. The most you can do right now is slip your keys between your fingers, gripping them in your pocket. Summoning your bow and arrow isn't a good idea around civilians, so you suppress the urge to touch the pendant around your neck.

You get home without incident, securing your apartment with the various locks on the door. Breathing a sigh of relief, you toss your keys and bag down and go make yourself a late dinner. The smell of microwaved leftovers fills your nose as you grab yourself a glass of wine to go with them. For some reason, you made too much, and the portion is so large it could be for two. Shrugging, you separate it into two plates before sitting down in your little living room.

"Ah, how thoughtful. I didn't think you'd serve me, too."

The lighthearted tone does nothing for your sudden anxiety spike. Dropping your fork, you turn in your seat to see Vixen, standing there with the most casual smile. Swallowing a scream, you quickly leap out of your chair and summon a single dagger, pointing it at her.

"H-how do you know where I live? What are you doing here?" And then it clicks. "You're here to kill me, aren't you?"

She crosses her arms and leans against the doorframe, looking for all the world like she's just talking about the weather. "Of course not, my dear Hunter. I -"

"So you're the one who's been stalking me," you interrupt. She merely quirks an eyebrow and says nothing. With a shout, you launch yourself at her, dagger leaving a silvery arc in the air. Clearly taken by surprise, Vixen falls backwards with you on top of her, trying to snatch the dagger away. Before you can stab her, she swiftly rolls the two of you over so that she's on top, straddling your waist and pinning your wrists down by your head. The dagger disappears as you struggle, crying out. With an irritated growl, she takes your wrists in one hand and uses the other to cover your mouth.

"Stop this," she snarls. "I'm not here to hurt you - ow!"

She pulls back the hand that was over your mouth, bitemarks standing out against her tanned skin.

"I don't want to hurt you, but if you give me no choice…"

Your struggles are in vain as she flips you over onto your stomach, painfully twisting your hands behind your back. You try not to yell as your shoulder twists nearly to its limit, threatening to dislocate from the joint if you move any further, and your movements still. Panting hard above you, Vixen glares down at you through her mask.

"Are you done?"

Silently, you nod.

"I don't actually want to fight you, Hunter."

"Holding me down like this isn't the best way to convince me," you reply sarcastically, but you make no move to fight back.

Seemingly satisfied with your compliance, Vixen releases your arms and stands up, stepping back. Breathing a sigh of relief, you get up, massaging your aching wrists and stretching your arms.

"Now that we've calmed down, why don't we eat?"

You envy her ability to sound as if nothing just happened, while you still feel a bit winded.

"Are you serious?"

She gestures towards the set table. "After you."

As you sit together, you watch numbly as she starts to eat your leftovers as if she pays rent too.

"You know, even when you haven't prayed for Artemis's blessing, you're still very strong for a human," she says casually, pouring herself a glass of wine.

"I suppose I'll take that as a compliment, coming from a strong creature such as yourself." Your tone is even, not betraying the turmoil in your mind.

"This is really good, by the way. If I'd known you were a decent cook, I'd have stopped by sooner. Speaking of your food, aren't you going to eat it too?"

Slowly you pick up your fork, forcing yourself to take a bite. She wasn't wrong about it being good, but you couldn't fully focus on the taste.

"Thanks, I think."

Vixen sighs, resting her elbows on the table and leaning towards you, observing your hunched shoulders and blank stare. "Look, I just wanted to spend some time with you. You don't need to be so scared of me."

"Is it so surprising that I'm worried about having an assassin in my home?" you ask stiffly. "Not to mention an assassin that I've fought against before and that I'm trying to catch. One that could easily kill me if she wanted to."

"That's the thing, darling." Behind her mask, her yellow eyes narrow, piercing you with an intense gaze. "I don't want to kill you."

Your skepticism is palpable. "…So you're really not here to kill me?"

"Would you believe me if I said no?"

Thinking for a moment, you slowly nod. "I guess if you wanted to kill me, you could have done so when you had me helplessly pinned to the floor earlier."

She winces a bit. "Sorry about that. I'd much rather have you pinned under me in a much different context."

It takes you a second to get her meaning, but when you do your face heats up and you nearly spill your wine. "Excuse me?"

Vixen sips her own wine, painted lips curing up in a seductive smile. "You heard me, darling."

"Yeah, and I wish I hadn't."

She laughs aloud, tossing her head back without a care in the world.

The two of you banter like this back and forth, and her teasing makes your face burn more times than you'd care to admit.