Trivia Nix: Drinks, weapons and random

• 𝔉𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫: Sunflower

 • 𝔍𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐫𝐲: Gold chain with a jasmine pendant. Offered by Marc. 

 • S𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭: Jasmine

 • 𝒞𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝔓𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞: Deep blues, muted green tones, brown and beige, hints of gold

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    𝔉𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄  𝔗𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 :

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 • 𝔇𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬: 

- 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓂: Hot cocoa, herbal tea

- 𝒸ℴ𝓁𝒹:  Mango juice, Mojito, Wine.  

 • 𝔰𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧: Autumn/Fall (She dreams of going to a cabin in the woods)

 • 𝔐𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜: Jazz— moody, introspective, emotional

 • 𝔇𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭: The Opera 

 • 𝔉𝐨𝐨𝐝: Sirloin steak with a nice salad and some grilled potatoes. 

 • 𝔅𝐨𝐨𝐤: The Lord of the Rings.  The Notebook (her favorite book).

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              𝔚𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐒 :

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 • A silver Karambit with a golden sculpted handle → She is very efficient with knives and prefers them because they don't make noise and are easy to conceal and carry. 

Nixus: A night out

"Why are you so nervous, Cal? Is it because you're going to meet Chief Walker's girlfriend for the first time, or is it because you're hoping that her friend is as pretty as she is?" 

"Bullshit! Cass, I am just a bit nervous around Chief Walker, that's all. I've gotten on his nerves today, and I don't want to make any more mistakes." -The blonde woman nudged her colleague's chest-

"Relax, Cal. He does not dwell on mistakes. He knows you'll work hard not to make the same mistake again. We've been there before. Chill, take a beer. Oh, here they are." - He groaned and cleared his throat. Debbie Malone walked into the bar, in a gorgeous floral dress and small black heels. She had locked arms with Phoenix, who was wearing a simple long-sleeved t-shirt and a pair of black pants with loose fabric and black heels-

"Hiiii baby! How was your day?" -Debbie tiptoed while Chief Walker bent forward to press a kiss to her lips-

"I have been waiting for this sweet moment all day long." -He grinned and then looked at Phoenix and waved his hand to greet her. She nodded and waved back at him-

When Debbie invited Phoenix over for a night out with Chief Walker, the teacher agreed to go. Her best friend noticed that it had been a while since she indulged in a night out with friends, and she wanted to help Phoenix relax after dreadful "parents' and teachers '" meetings. So the honey-haired woman let Debbie drive her to a bar a couple of blocks away from the firehouse. There, Chief Walker and three of his colleagues were waiting for them.  There was a woman, Cassidy, a brunette with green eyes and olive skin, a man called James, tall and muscular with short blond hair and blue eyes, and another man called Callum, a brown-haired man with a lean build.  All three welcomed the duo with arms wide open and ordered beers for the whole table.

The bar was full, and truly, upon taking a closer look at it, Phoenix realized that it was a firefighter bar, with the occasional cops drinking there too. It even doubled as a sports bar since there was a huge TV on the wall that constantly played football games.  Phoenix greeted everyone personally and sat next to Debbie, who was already melting in her chair, next to her boyfriend.  The teacher made herself comfortable in her chair and tucked some hair behind her ear. Phoenix always took time to just observe her surroundings. She listened to everyone, watched an enamoured Debbie, lovingly staring and talking to Chief Walker. When everyone settled into a pleasant routine, she stopped talking and grabbed her phone. She felt a bit guilty because her thoughts were focused on Marc when she promised Debbie she would be thinking about herself and socializing with others. Phoenix wanted to, she tried really hard to, but ever since she had the guts to ask Marc out, she felt like she was on cloud 9. Her footsteps were lighter, her heart was full, and her thoughts were filled with memories of that hot cop. 

She chewed at her bottom lip, scrolled through her contact list and stopped by Marc's name. He was registered under the name Marc "boyfriend" Flynn. It was corny, extremely corny, but she had to write it down (and replace the other corny nickname "Hot cop" she initially used for him). She wanted to make sure it was real, that she was dating him and not imagining things. She had already decided that it would be temporary until she found a better nickname for him. Seeing his name made her heart flutter, and for a brief moment, she remembered his face in the morning, under the sheets. She remembered his smile as he cupped her cheeks.  It was so warm that she could feel the butterflies in her stomach. She could feel her heartbeat go faster and her heart dance in her ribcage. She loved the wrinkles in his eyes, the dimples on his cheeks when he genuinely smiled, the way his eyes lit up when he saw her. It made her feel seen... wanted.. and alive. 

Across the table, Cal was looking at her. When she walked into the bar, he didn't think much of her. She was pretty, but she was doing her best to be invisible, and at first, he mistook her behaviour for shyness. Yet, he heard her laugh. He watched her face light up, and that made him focus on her. She was beautiful, far more than he expected her to be. Her honey-haired was gently framing her face, complementing her cerulean eyes well,  and he was left staring at her with a growing interest. He watched her face warm up to her screen, and an elbow nudge from Cassidy tore him out of his thoughts. 

"You should go and talk to her. She is very pretty, and I don't see a ring on her finger."

"What are you, Cass? A matchmaker?"

"All I'm saying is that I see the way you are devouring her, so go cowboy, shoot your shot." -He cleared his throat and shrugged. She was right. What was there to lose? Debbie noticed Cal walk up to her best friend and decided to keep an eye on their exchange just in case. Phoenix noticed someone was standing in front of her and  stopped looking at her phone to acknowledge the man before her-

"Phoenix, right? Hello."

"Hello, uh, Cal, is that right?" -He nodded and put his hand on his chest- "How is the evening going? I'm sorry, I have been a little bit distracted-

"Well, the person who is making you smile like that is definitely lucky." - He smiled at her, and she blushed- 

"Thank you, well... It's my boyfriend. I was trying to be a good girl tonight and not text him, but I failed. Aha." -She put her fingers to her mouth,  and then gave him a sheepish smile. She said it out loud! She said she had a boyfriend. Cal's disappointment was unmistakable, and she realized that he actually wanted to flirt with her.  Did she turn down someone? Cal sighed but smiled afterwards. He took a chair out and sat next to her.

"Well, I was right. He is a lucky man. I just had to try my luck. I think you are beautiful. Tell me, who is this lucky guy?"

"Are you... Are you serious? I've just told you that I have a boyfriend and you're not mad?" -He shook his head and laughed- "What's funny?"

"Sincerely, with the type of job I am doing, I have thick skin. A pretty girl turned me down, and that's the highlight of my day. Come on, tell me more about that guy."

"He is a cop. He's a bit older than me. Uh...He's trustworthy, hard-working, genuine and safe.... He makes me feel safe. He is very clever and very observant. I... It's a very new relationship, but I'm constantly thinking about him." She said in a little confessing tone. Was it the excitement of being in a relationship that took over her rationality? Or was it the fact that she admitted to someone who was not her best friend? Cal found her endearing; she spoke as if this relationship with Marc was her very first. It reminded him of high school, and he gave her a warm smile. 

"Now, that's a hard sell! He looks like a nice fella, and you look very much in love with him, Phoenix." - She nodded and then dropped her head to hide behind her curtain of hair- "It's okay, I think it's cute. I hope that he will treat you right then, and if not, I will happily pay him a visit." -He chuckled and took a sip of his beer while she fidgeted with her hair-

"Don't worry. I'm a big girl. I can handle myself pretty well. Do you think I should text him? He's working right now, but I miss him, and I want him to know that." - He chuckled and nodded-

"Do it. I know I would have been happy if a beautiful girl like you had texted me something so cute."

[Texts: Boyfriend] "Hey, Tiger. I am sending you all the strength for your shift. I am out with Debbie, but all I can think of is you. I miss you. Stay safe."

She showed Cal her text and bit her bottom lip while he read it.  Nix blushed harder while Cal nodded and smiled at her. He gave her a thumbs up, and she hit send. She then put her phone in her bag and cleared her throat. 

"I don't have much experience when it comes to dating. I had someone before, but I can't even call him a boyfriend because he never did the bare minimum with me. He broke my heart in ways I never knew it could be broken, and I shut down completely. I wanted the world to forget about me, heck! I wanted to disappear from the surface of the planet, but then I met Debbie, and she became my best friend. I then met Marc, and now my broken heart is slowly mending itself.  I hope that my love would not suffocate him. I hope that he will be happy with me. I hope I won't make mistakes and be a bad girlfriend."

"I am sure you won't be. You care about him. Do we fuck up sometimes? Definitely.  All we can do is try to avoid making them or make up for them. You care about him, and as long as he feels it, you're good." - He lifted his beer- " Let's drink to that new relationship and no hard feelings for turning me down." -She clicked her beer to his and took a sip of her beer-

Karaoke night started, and suddenly, people gathered around the TV. Some people started to sing, and Nix's face lit up. She glanced at Debbie, who excitedly nodded and turned to Wallace, and they all stood up to join the group of amateur singers. Nix could feel her heart pound against her ribcage. She wanted to hear Marc's voice again, but knew that it was not possible. Not when he was on a shift and not when she was supposed to enjoy a night out with friends. Cal nodded and went ahead. Cassidy and James followed. Debbie grabbed Wallace's hand and walked towards her friend. 

"What was that about?"

"To quote Cal, he tried to shoot his shot with me, but I turned him down without even realizing it, ah! I told him I was smiling because I was thinking about my boyfriend."

"Aaawwwww! Did you hear that, honey? She is lovestruck." She jumped a little bit and then wrapped her arms around Chief Walker's waist. 

"Perhaps someday we would go on a double date with Debbie. I have worked with Marc Flynn a couple of times, on cases that needed us to collaborate. I would like to meet him under more relaxed circumstances. Besides, if you chose him, that could only mean that he is a good guy."

"Chief! Do you trust me that much?" -She giggled- "But thanks. I will keep that in mind. We haven't actually met each other's friends, but when we decide to, I will talk to Debbie." - She fanned herself with her left hand and pointed at the karaoke spot. "Until then, shall we go and have fun singing tonight?"

"We shall go." -He smiled and let the two women go ahead of him. 

Wallace was not the kind to speak more than he should. He was fond of Phoenix and considered her a dear friend of his. She selfishly helped him romance Debbie and know what she liked so he could pursue her the right way. They became good acquaintances, maybe even friends, now that he was dating Debbie, and he quickly became protective of her. The firefighter almost chuckled at how small the world was when his girlfriend told him about Phoenix dating Marc Flynn. He knew the man, enough to trust him and to see how professional he was.  He knew she was in good hands and genuinely wanted to meet the man. Phoenix seemed happy.  She mingled with the group, talked to Cassidy and James, and applauded the people who sang those popular songs. She even boldly took the mic and sang the next song with a beautiful voice. 

"She needed that night out, honey. I'm happy to see that she's having fun."

"You always know what to do, honey. I am glad to see her like that." 

He stood behind her and wrapped his powerful arms around her waist. He pulled her against his hard frame and pressed a kiss to her temple. Nix was happy; she was able to spend a night out with friends. She was able to relax and even mentioned having a boyfriend, and discussed it with a complete stranger. She realized that even in this setting, well, she couldn't help herself but think about Marc. She was thinking about when they would see each other later that night. She was thinking about running a bath for the two of them, about feeling his arms wrapped around her waist and his lips pressed to her neck. She wanted to see him again and felt a little pang in her heart. She would see him again, soon and would be able to tell him about her good night out with her friends. Life was good, and for the first time, Phoenix thought that she was actually having it good.  She was having it good. 

-TBC-

Nixus: Debbie x Nix catching up in a cafe.

Born and bred in Detroit, with only two years spent in Macomb, Debbie Malone was a very perky Michiganner. A stunning brunette with long straight brown hair, a slender build, and intense brown eyes, she was turning heads wherever she went. The woman always said that there was nothing the world could do to make her leave Detroit. It was the place she was born into and the state she wanted to die in. However, as much as she enjoyed the city, she loved the people in it even more. Debbie was friendly, and she had plenty of friends. She always lit up the room she walked into and always managed to make people smile and confide in her. People loved her, perhaps because she was the most unapologetically authentic person they've ever met. Perhaps because she genuinely cared about others, or perhaps she was always ready to help those in need.  When Phoenix was introduced as the new teacher at her school, Debbie immediately took a liking to that woman. 

She saw someone in dire need of friendship in Phoenix. After all, Nix always kept to herself, always seemed to want to be invisible, and seemed so genuinely awkward that Debbie could not help but want to help that young woman. She perceived Phoenix well, although she did not know the truth about her past. She perceived her loneliness, how guarded she was, yet so eager to meet new faces and connect with others.  She saw how devoted to the kids she taught, Phoenix was, and also how she tried to appear unassuming and plain, deliberately so. So Debbie grew closer to her, and little by little, she helped Phoenix make a home out of Detroit.  This afternoon was no exception. She usually heard Nix talk about her hot neighbor, a delicious hot candy that was haunting her nights. Strangely enough, it had been days since Phoenix mentioned the man at all, which prompted Debbie to offer a coffee date with her friend after Wednesday's shift was over. Phoenix agreed to it, and soon after the bell rang, the two friends went to their favorite coffee spot, a couple of blocks away from school.  

"You seem really strange, Nix. Has something happened to you recently?"

"What do you mean by strange?" -Phoenix almost choked on her drink and quickly put the cup down to grab a napkin. She cleaned the corner of her mouth and gave her friend a sheepish smile-

"This! Right here! Something happened to you! Usually, you'd tell me about your weekend, or about whatever you saw that you wanted to try. Come on! It's been a week, and I have not heard a word from you. Something must have happened!"

"MMhh? So I have been this quiet, uh? I don't want to worry you. Nothing bad happened to me, I have just been in my head a lot lately, that's all." -She gave her  crooked smile, in an attempt to deflect, but Debbie was on her case, she knew something was off-

"Look, I don't want to put pressure on you, but you have to tell me...Did something happen with the neighbour? Does he know you've been thirsting on him for two years now?"

The barrage of questions made Phoenix blush and open her mouth. No sound came out of it, so she quickly closed it and felt her cheeks burning. Debbie Malone was a straightforward woman who never beat around the bush when she had something in mind. Nix racked her brain to see where she failed and how her friend was able to easily read into her, and it became clear that it was the lack of communication about the hot neighbor that set off Debbie's alarm. Her shoulders dropped, and the honey-haired teacher leaned into her chair.

"I have to give it to you, Deb, you're good." - She tried to play it off cool, but her heart was racing against her ribcage- 

"Told ya I know people. And you, my dear, are an open book when it comes to people you like. You can't be talking every single day about that hot neighbour and suddenly stop unless something happened. Now, tell me what happened!"

"He knows about how hard I am lusting after him." -Nix conceded- "He knows how intensely I have been wanting him too." -She grinned- "And.... he actually liked hearing it all. Mind you, that happened in the middle of us fucking.." -She let it slip and stuck her tongue out-

"Wait.....WHAT?" Debbie almost screamed her last word. She took a sip of her coffee and put her cup down. Her eyes grew wide, and she pointed a finger at Phoenix, who chuckled at her friend's reaction.- "When???? How??? You gotta be shitting me!"

"Ahahaha, no! Honest to God! We fucked... A little bit over a week ago. We... met by accident in the elevator, and I had a rough night. I wanted to relax at home, to catch a glimpse of him and flick my bean after, but he entered the elevator at that exact moment, Deb. We started to have small talk, I offered him dinner sometime later, and he agreed, and before I knew it, I was at his door wearing lingerie and holding a big bowl of marinara meatballs and pasta I made for us."

"No fucking way!!!!!! Did you two even eat anything, or did you go at it like rabid animals?"

"Deb!!!!! You know I have patience! I actually just wanted to tease him that night, to show him the goods, ahah oh my god, I really was fearless that night. He took it in stride, and before I knew it, we were making out. From the moment our lips touched, I knew that I would want more, and so did he. It was... electric, Deb. He made me rediscover myself that night. It was so much better than I ever imagined with him. I...I... I was so terrified he would not want to see me again. I was certain it would be a one-night stand with no more contact or acknowledgment from either of us, but it did not happen like that. He came back the next day to take a look at my radiator and... We had sex again... but this time he stayed."

"And you did not want to tell your best friend after your dreams came true because?...." -Debbie lifted a brow, waiting for Nix to explain why she kept something that huge under wraps. She was happy for her friend, genuinely, but also upset that Nix decided not to share the news with her-

"I'm sorry, Deb. I was not sure if it was true, and frankly, I was scared to be humiliated if I had my dreams up and he shattered them by avoiding me....Ridiculous, I know, but there is just something about him that makes me nervous....like a teenager with her first crush."

It suddenly clicked in Debbie's mind. Phoenix was afraid of rejection. They had a conversation a year ago, right at the time Debbie had started to crush on Wallace Walker, the handsome and reliable chief of the firehouse near the school. Back then, Debbie would only talk about romance and ex-boyfriends and would ask Phoenix about her love life.  Nix readily admitted that her love life was disastrous, that she had one night stands (in truth, she was talking about her missions), one childhood love who betrayed her in the worst ways (a childhood sweatheart who faked his own death to leave the country and start a fresh new life in another one, which technically was true), and that was it. 

Debbie knew that it heavily impacted Phoenix's self-esteem.  Through their conversations, she caught several comments made out of the young woman's control that revealed a wound so deep and so freshly opened that it broke Debbie's heart. Nix believed she could not be loved, that there was nothing that could make anyone stay with her. She reasoned that she had no friends, with Debbie being the first true friend she ever had, and the exception to that arbitrary rule Phoenix cast upon herself. If she could not even have friends, how could she find someone who liked her? And while the teacher never formally claimed to have lost all hope of a decent and lovely life, Debbie could read between the lines. So it made sense that she did not want to talk about the hot neighbour because that could invite a lot of hurt in. Nix had already decided that it could not work because he could not possibly fall for someone like her. 

"Ohhh, so you don't want it to just be a fling, do you?" - Nix shook her head- "But you're afraid. I can tell."

"Marc is really a good man, Deb. He's devoted to his job, to helping people. He risks his life every single day, and I just think that he's too good for me, you know? He cares for me, at least; he acted like it. He is attentive to my needs, he listens to me, he comforts me when I am scared."

"Then why are you twisting your brain like that?  You have just started to see each other, haven't you? Why anticipate such a gloomy ending when it's barely just beginning?"

"I'm covering my bases, I guess. I don't want to make stories in my head and think that there is a chance he would want to be with me when there is none." She dropped her head and squeezed the fabric of her skirt in her fists. " Debbie, I'm alright, okay? I am actually very happy to have been able to spend time with him."

"Ye-yeah, take it one step at a time, day after day. You-- How about you tell me the naughty deets, uh? You two had sex, and I want to know how good Marc is in bed." 

Debbie smiled at her friend, a way for her to try to hide her growing concern for her. She did not expect Phoenix to actually confide in her more than she already did and kept mental notes for the time being about Nix's insecurities. It would come in handy regardless of the turn this relationship could make. Deep down, the brunette wished for her honey-haired friend to actually find a very fulfilling relationship, but it was way too soon to know if it would be the case with Marc or not.  Nix took a sip of her coffee and gave Debbie a crooked smile, announcing her desire to indulge her friend and tell her what happened with Marc and how good a lover he was with her. They talked about it for a good couple of hours, interspersed with laughter, relief, and joy, even as she shared her good memories with her friend. In truth, Phoenix felt relieved. 

She did not realize it yet, but she felt so good talking about Marc. He brought light into her existence, something she had not anticipated when they spent their first night together. He healed something in her that night, somehow; he welcomed her as she was, with the unexpected and the adorable. For a brief moment, she felt like a normal human being, like a person without a red ledger, like the teacher she wanted to become. With him, she could almost feel that she was forgiven for all the sins she had committed before. It felt as if she could put behind her the life as an assassin, and those few hours spent with him were life-saving. They were everything...But could she handle losing him if he dug up her past? Yet, talking to Debbie helped squash this thought. It just felt good to be able to share something good that happened to her with a friend. 

-TBC- 

Phoenix trivia: how would you describe her with her flaws. Nixus edition

Phoenix trivia: how would you describe her with her flaws

Phoenix, "She is very guarded. Phoenix has been so used to mistrusting people and to protecting herself from heartbreak and betrayal that she is very difficult to get close to. She has been traumatized by what Anton did to her and refuses to have it happen again. Phoenix always assumes the worst of people and situations because it is her way of coping when things go awry. She also does not open up to people because she is afraid they would not like the real her. Phoenix casually runs towards danger. She does not consider her life to be of any importance and would not care if she ends up dead, as long as she protects those she loves and cares about. She is also very stubborn and would not listen to objections if she considers herself to be in the right."

Nixus trivia: What activity do they want to do with their boys // A fantasy that they have

What activity do they want to do with their Boy? 

Phoenix is very romantic at heart. She longs for dates with a boyfriend, where they would woo each other, make each other's hearts flutter. She wants long walks in the park, to go to the beach, and to watch movies together with her legs on top of his. She wants to go on hikes with him and to go to romantic restaurants they can afford as a teacher/ cop. She wants to sleep next to him and cuddle him. She wants to read her book while he watches his favorite game, and both would ask the other how it's going. She wants to listen to him talk about his special interests, to talk to him about hers, and to share a wonderful meal together. She wants to train with him and obviously wishes they could investigate together, and she could put her skills to good use for him. 

Now, a fantasy they have 

Well Well Well... Of all the fantasies that Nix had actually realized in her past, she actually wants to fully give in to him, in a way that would make her feel completely vulnerable. She wants to be tied up, perhaps even blindfolded, and be at his mercy.  She wants to be reduced to a begging mess. She wants to curl her toes, try to close her legs but be forbidden to, and even try to reach out to him but be unable to. She wants to be praised, to be tasted, to be turned into a puddle of nerves.  She wishes to have him use his cop handcuffs on her ehe. As for what she wants to do to him, she wants to make a mess out of him, to tease him until he begs her to stop doing it, and to give it to him. Perhaps he would be tied to the chair or the bed, perhaps she would simply work him until he comes undone. 

Nixus: Sweet trivia (Phoenix)

Sweet trivia

Phoenix likes to cook for Marc. It is one thing she loves to do the most for him. After his very long shifts, she likes to welcome him to the delicious smell of the warm dishes she made for him. She also likes to massage his shoulders and neck when he sits on his chair. Phoenix likes to sit on his lap and wrap her arms around his shoulders. They would talk, and she would pepper his face with kisses and pecks. She would love to massage his scalp and rub her nose against his.  She is a very romantic person and would sometimes bring food to his precinct for him. Phoenix would slowly take the habit to text him every morning (and sometimes at night), some very sweet texts. 

Nixus: Christmas trivia + spicy one

Christmas trivia + spicy one

1) If God exists, I wish he could actually bring peace to Marc. I think he's been through hell already, and I want nothing but a sweet life for him. I want to alleviate his heavy heart and shoulder the weight he carries on his shoulders, too. 

2) I would love to spend Christmas with him. It is a holiday I actually love. I love seeing people try to be better. I love how softer the world becomes.  I love the snow coat that makes the world prettier. I love the hot wine, the hot coco and all the sweets we can eat during the holiday. I want to put up a tree and to cozy up at my place (or his) and exchange presents. Yeah... I want that. I would love that. 

3) So far? I love the way he grunts and moans when he is inside me. I love the way he intensely looks at me, as if he is studying my every reaction. I love the way he calls me his good girl, and he encourages me. He is so hot, so handsome, so sexy! And you know what I love the most? When he smiles at me, our eyes lock in each other. I love his smile. I love it so much that it turns me on. Oh, and when he fingers me and his lips and tongue work their magic inside me? I lose my mind. 

Nixus headcanons: Marc edition

// From N's mouth.

Crying: 

Marc does not cry often. It's not that he's afraid to cry, or due to any sort of suppressed male emotion, because he thinks it's not okay for men to cry. If he is brought to the point of tears, he will cry. Though he would prefer it if this happened privately. 

Marc doesn't cry often because it takes a lot to bring him to tears. He has seen a lot of bad things. A lot of tragedy. As a cop, he had gotten used to showing up on the worst day of people's lives. It changes a person, and Marc is exceptionally good at compartmentalizing. Something would have to affect him deeply and personally for him to cry.

Heartbreak: 

Not something he has had to contend with since his high school sweetheart dumped him a week before prom so that Chris Sanderson could take her instead. That was a rough time, but the sting has long since faded. 

His casual attitude towards relationships has not left much room for heartbreak of the romantic sort. 

The fact that his beloved Detroit Lions have never made the Super Bowl, however? Truly devastating.

Secret they won't talk about:

Some things happened in Afghanistan that Marc will simply never be able to put into words. He couldn't burden another person with the reality of the things that he experienced, and anyone who wasn't there would never really understand it. He lives with it because there is no other choice. He will never speak of it in detail, not even to Nix.

Sex: 

Marc enjoys sex. However, it has been a very long time since sex was anything more to him than a necessary physical release. Relationships have been few. And always casual. Little more than friends with benefits for a period of time. 

Marc believes in mutual pleasure and leaving his partners satisfied, but it has been so long since he had a deep and meaningful connection. He truly doesn't know how good sex can be when it's with someone extra special.

Anger: 

Marc knows how to keep his emotions in check. Suspects try to provoke him at all times when he is on the job. Marc knows how to keep himself squared away. 

The only time his anger is going to show is when it's personal.  His only real raw nerve is his father. Fortunately, it rarely comes up, since he hasn't seen the man in 25 years.

Addiction and coping mechanism: 

His work. Marc has thrown himself completely into his job. There is no work/life balance. The army brought order into a chaotic life, and Marc clung to that order, the way everything just made sense. It made things simple, easy. Becoming a cop was a natural next step. A strict set of rules to follow, a certain way to be... without it, he would be lost.

Marriage: 

He is not against it, but has never really given it much thought. If he met the right person, marriage would probably feel like a natural next step to him.

Soothing: 

Not one to rely on others, Marc turns to work when he needs soothing. He has made good friends on the force. Those he is closest to are the closest thing that he has to family. Being around them is good, and the job serves as a more than adequate distraction from most things that bother him to any serious degree.

Nixus: Dark Routine

Phoenix put her hands on the sink. She dropped her head low and groaned in pain. Her ribs were hurting, her knuckles were bruised.  Her face was puffy, and mascara was running down her cheeks. Her hair was disheveled, and blood was splattered on her face, her knuckles, her shirt. She assessed the injuries, a broken rib here, bruises on her chest and legs. She filed a nail, broke another, lost a shoe, and tore her dress apart. Her blue eyes averted from her hands to her face.  She was a mess. a big mess, but the sight made her laugh. She ran her hand through her hair and slipped on the bathroom floor.  A sad chuckle escaped her lips, and she slowly dragged herself to the bathtub. She leaned her back against it and put her arms on her lap. What a pathetic little life! 

The honey-haired woman then yanked her head back and took a deep breath. What the hell was she doing? Why did she decide to throw herself into a fight that night? Another fight, another string of bruises and broken bones, another rush of adrenaline and endorphins. It made her happy...It made her feel ashamed, too. Who did that? Who went looking for a fight because it made them feel better? Sickos.. That's who... Sickos like her. Phoenix wanted to be punished. She might not be able to let them kill her; she was more than willing to take a beating. In her mind, she justified it as being merciful. She gave her opponents a head start so the fight would last longer. The truth was elsewhere. Nix let them hit her. She made herself vulnerable enough for them to be able to ruin her face and hurt her body like that. She let them... She did!

With each punch, she felt the satisfaction of punishment. She used these people as a way to enact her self-hatred on herself, a way to hurt her like she could not. Pathetic! Did she hate herself that much? Did she even love herself? Questions she had never truly asked herself. Was there anything to love about her? Phoenix sucked at her bottom lip and slowly pulled her legs up. Her feet lay flat on the floor, and her arms wrapped around her knees. She never loved herself. She was a tool, had been from the moment she was kidnapped by the Guild.  They turned her into a killing machine, an enraged dog they sent after their enemies. She barked when they wanted them to. She mauled when they needed her to, and there was nothing else for her. They brought little comfort, just enough so she could feel rewarded, but not enough so she could sit down and think about what she liked, what she wanted to do in her life besides killing for the Guild. There was nothing left.... 

Or so she thought. 

She fell in love. He loved her, too, or maybe he pretended to.  She did not know. That love made her realize that she had something to give. That love made her realize that she wanted more of life than just being a tool.  That love made her appreciate herself a little more. She liked her laugh. She liked her tooth gap. She even liked the uncanny blue eyes that everyone thought were contacts. She surprised herself with dreams of freedom, lovely little dreams that made her yearn for more. She liked her jokes, the way she cuddled Anton, and the way she cared for him. She was creative, inspired by the smiles he would give her. She enjoyed her softness, her capacity to give love. She enjoyed the version of herself she glimpsed. A version capable of love. A version capable of softness... A version that wanted to live. She was able to build rather than destroy, and she loved it. She liked herself there.... She liked herself.... Why could she not love herself? Phoenix sighed and slowly cried against her knees. What could she do, if not cry her heart out? 

Trivia: Nixus; Sex//anger// addiction and coping mechanism.

Sex: Phoenix enjoys sex. She is very in touch with her sexuality and would never shy away from it. She loves exploring it and tries to find new ways to find pleasure. She knows what she wants and what she hates, and would always seek pleasure wherever it is. Before Marc, sex was usually used as a way to manipulate her targets or blow some steam off. She didn't find it as pleasurable as when she was doing it on her own. Marc changed that for her. He helped her access her vulnerability and find genuine pleasure in sex. 

Anger: Nix can control her anger. She was trained to be as efficient as possible, and that entailed being able to control her emotions so nothing could transpire. Only the trained eyes and ears could actually notice when she's angry. Marc could because he has keen eyes. However, when Phoenix lashes out, you'd better not be on her path, or she will obliterate you. 

Addiction and Coping Mechanism:  Phoenix is addicted to pain. She's an assassin who derives pleasure from self-mutilation/ pain from her injuries. She's also addicted to everything about Marc. She's addicted to him, through and through. 

When she's under stress, she tries to drown those feelings with a smoke or a fight. Usually, she would also beat up bullies and gangsters within an inch of their lives. 

Trivia: Nixus: Marriage // Heartbreak // Soothing

Marriage:  Phoenix had considered Marriage once, with her first love, Anton. After his betrayal, she wasn't even sure anyone would ever want her, to begin with.  She enjoys reading romance novels because they allow her mind to escape her reality as an assassin. However, since meeting Marc, the desire to get married resurfaces, stronger than ever. 

Can they get married? Nix is not sure they can, since her identity is not genuine. However, the Guild has connections all over the world, so her "Clean Slate Identity" appears to be legit. 

Heartbreak: Phoenix fell in love, once,  before she met Marc. Her former lover betrayed her and faked his own death. It broke her heart for what she thought was beyond repair.  Nix is extremely pessimistic and distraught about her past. Outside the romantic aspect of her life, she had her heart broken several times by the Guild, First. They made her kill her dog. They made her fight to the death the friends she made while she was growing up, and she was also forced to have sex in part of her training. She had to kill her mentor and handler, whom she considered a father. 

Soothing: When Nix becomes angry, very few people can actually soothe her. Her anger stems from fear and pain. She usually fears losing Marc and her friend Debbie. She also fears being rejected, and usually lashes out instead of crying. She would only be calmed by the soothing presence of Marc or Debbie.

When they are not around, and she has to deal with her emotions on her own? Oh, she beats people up.  She struggles with not killing them, but always beats them within an inch of their lives. When she doesn't kill, she fucks, or she indulges in hedonism and cigarettes. It doesn't help her feel better, but at least it can quell the rage and fear. She can also fight or train. She seeks pain to distract her mind. 

Trivia: Nixus: Crying // secret they won't talk about

Crying:  Phoenix doesn't like to cry in front of others. She would always try to isolate herself so she could cry alone. It was first due to the way she was raised. As an assassin, she should keep her emotions to herself. She associated her tears with weakness, and only a handful of people saw her cry and lived to tell the tale. Marc would be the first to see her cry, the first to comfort her, and the first to encourage her to keep crying. She feels safe with him, and therefore, she could be vulnerable with him. 

Secret they won't talk about: Phoenix can't bring herself to tell Marc about being an assassin. She has the blood of innocent people on her hands and is haunted by her crimes. She knows that if she talks about them, Marc would have no other choice but to either kill her or throw her in prison. She could handle being killed, but she does not want to disappoint him, not after all the sacrifices he made. She does not want to disappoint him. 

Phoenix sensual questionnaire

Big spoon or little spoon? Little spoon (She needs to be held)

Have you ever been on a blind date? Nope. I don't understand the concept.

What's the best kiss you've ever had? It has to be the first one Marc gave me. This moment was spontaneous, and hot, and everything I wished it would be, and even some more. I will never forget it. 

What's the best date you've ever been on? I haven't been on a date with Marc just yet, so this one is a bit old. It happened long before I stopped at Detroit. While working the field and trapping my target, he spontaneously took me on a trip to his childhood home. It was in a little town, or a village, in Italy. It was such a simple life, and for the first time, I saw the real him. He was kind and tender to the people there and to me. 

Favourite way to be affectionate with someone?  I will cuddle the one I love. I will run my hand through his hair and will always massage his scalp. MMhhh, I would also kiss his neck and shoulder and bury my head there. 

Favourite place to be touched? Well... As cliché as it is. I love when he palms my ass. I love it so much when he holds it, kneads it, and squeezes it. 

What's your favourite memory of you together? That has to be our very first conversation. It was cute and so clumsy. Can you believe it? a meet-cute in an elevator? 

Top, bottom, or both? Both. 

Do you like it rough or sensual? Both, although I am more inclined to be sensual. I love to make love, and with Marc, it is something even deeper. It feels so intense and beautiful, and I feel this incredible connection with him. I can be vulnerable with him and safe and comfortable too.

How do you feel about sex toys? I am indifferent to them. I use my fingers instead. 

What's the hottest thing someone can say to you in bed? That I am a good girl! That I'm tight and wet for them. That I am such a good girl for taking such a big cock. That I look good doing whatever I'm doing to them. That they are losing their minds because of me, because I feel good. This is so hot... oh, and that they love me. 

Do you prefer to give or receive? I love to give. I love to watch the reactions of my lover to whatever I'm doing to them.  I also love to be on the receiving end. With Marc, he always makes sure that I get off. It's wonderful! I love when he touches me, when he uses his tongue or fingers to lick, suckle, or pull on my nipples or any other part of my body. I love it when he thrusts into me. I love being on the receiving end of his care, and I love giving him so much pleasure. It's difficult to choose what I love most.  

What's something you secretly fantasise about? For now, I think I just want our neighbours to hear us when we have sex. I want them to know he fucks me and he fucks me good.  I am not a screamer, but it could be hot to become one. 

What's your favourite type of kiss? I love making out, sloooowly. I love it when we take our time. I love it when he holds my neck and scalp. 

Juicy questions to ask about your relationship: 

What initially attracted you to him/her?  His gentle smile. He was so kind to our neighbours. He was so kind to the kids that I could not help but be attracted to him. Then, upon talking to him, his simple desires, his charming personality, and the fact that I feel safe with him when we talk or when he is around truly make me feel good. I love his sense of humour and how caring he is. That made me want to know him more and better. 

Would you change anything about the way you met? No. It was like in the movies. spontaneous and charming. 

Have you ever been in love? Yes. A fellow assassin I grew up with. *Is falling in love with Marc*

Why did things end with your last ex? He faked his own death and sold me out to the Guild on his way out. 

What's one of your dating deal-breakers? Physical violence is a no-no. Psychological abuse as well. To be treated like a possession or a monster... Fortunately for me, Marc does nothing of that sort. 

Is there anything about the future that scares you? I'm afraid Marc would find out the truth about my past. He will have no choice but to arrest me, and the worst thing for me would be to be hated by him for my sins. 

The most forbidden person you've ever had a crush on?  Marc Flynn. He is a cop. he arrests bad guys, and I was one of them before. 

What's the wildest thing you've ever done for love? I accepted a risky plan to see my lover and me,  free from the Guild. We wanted to fake our deaths and run away from that place. I trusted him to see through with the plan and to leave with me, but he did not. He simply did not. He betrayed me, and I was forced to stay with the Guild - and was punished for trying to cross them-

Do you want to have a family someday? Yes---- but this is a dream I can't make true.... my child won't be happy with a mother like me.....But, God, do I wish to be. 

What's something you've always wanted to ask him/her but haven't? "Would you kill me if I told you I was a bad person and I deserve to die?" I just can't ask him that. 

Questions about sex:  

Where (or from whom) did you learn about sex growing up? I was trained for this by the Guild... 

How often do you like to be intimate? All day, every day! 

How important is sex to you in a relationship? It is a way to show our love for each other. It is also something I crave a lot because it feels good. It matters a lot to me, but it is not a deal-breaker if I don't have sex that much. I can deal with my own needs and would rather spend time with him than not, if he's not in the mood for it. 

How do you like to be touched? Well, I love it when he wants to make me feel good. I love it when he is determined and touches me firmly. I love it when he pulls me back to him and makes sure I can't escape his pleasurable touch. 

What's your favourite part about sex? His reactions to me. I thrive best when I can see how good he feels because of me. It is so intimate and sweet. 

The most challenging part about sex? I think itis about letting go completely. As an assassin, I always had to be in control. I always had to direct my lovers just so I could keep control of the situation. I am not used to letting others take control.

What makes you feel closer to someone during sex? When we talk, we laugh and chuckle, and we moan. We're vulnerable because we see what the other person likes and what can make them lose control. I feel closest to someone during these moments. I feel closer when we whisper in each other's ears, when we can confide in each other and express ourselves with no restraint. 

Do you prefer morning or evening sex? I'm more of a night person, but I fuck any time of the day. 

Lights on or off? On. I want to see his beautiful face. I want to see how messed up he is. 

What do you fantasise about when you masturbate?  Marc.... and his stunning abs and his really cute smile. His puppy face is perhaps the strongest turn-on I have ever seen. So I think about it, about him, kissing me. Touching me. Talking to me and moaning in my ear.

What's something you want to try with Him/her in bed?  I want to cum over and over again with little to no break, just so all I can have on my mind is just sex and pleasure.  It's so slutty... but I want to try that. 

What gets you off more: oral or penetrative sex? Penetrative,  especially when it's deep. I have discovered the pleasure of being fucked deep with Marc, and I am obsessed with it. It has to be noted that I also cum buckets whenever Marc is giving me head. He's so skilled! 

Have you ever tried BDSM? ..... yes! I had someone pull on my hair, squeeze my cheeks, spank me, and choke me. Later on, I sometimes squeeze my neck, I scratch their back, and I bite. I mostly bite. 

Does the thought of recording a sexy video turn you on? I would prefer not to film anything. 

What's the last thing you came to? Making out with Marc, while his hand is playing with my pussy.

What turns you on the most?  Marc's hugs and neck kisses. When he holds me and starts kissing my neck, I am losing my mind. I love it. I want more. It makes me want to make out with him and keep going.  

The funniest thing that's ever happened during sex? I think it has to be when one of my targets. He was so bad at sex that I was doing my best not to laugh the entire time. He kept talking to me about how good he was and how hard I was going to cum, but it was so damn bad. 

What's the naughtiest thing you've ever done?  Ah... I blindfolded my target, and I flogged him. He asked me to flog his cock to get him hard, so I did. I then teased him, my tongue, my mouth, and then I flogged him, rinse and repeat, until he confessed what I wanted him to confess and came because I flogged him the hardest I could. 

Most inconvenient place you've ever been turned on? The precinct, when I visited Marc. 

On a scale of one to Mount Everest, how high is your sex drive? Mount Everest! And can go higher! 

What's the hottest nickname He/she can call you in bed? Love. Darling. Babe. I think I like all the words of endearment. 

Phoenix trivia and headcanon

• Phoenix is actually 37 years old
• Her birth name is: Anzelu Bahati (It means Angel of Luck)
• Her mother took medicine that turned Phoenix's eyes blue.
• Phoenix naturally smells like jasmine.
• Nixus is the name of the Ship. I won't change it, we like it that way. 
• Nix is a biter when she cums and feels good. She needs to bite something to cope with how much pleasure she feels.  She usually bites her forefinger or his neck, shoulder, and arm. 
• Nix has a tooth gap, which gives her a distinctive smile.
• Nix has deep scars on her back from the whip lashes she got to discipline her by the Guild.
• She is loyal to Marc. Do not try to seduce her, do not try to trash Marc in front of her, or make her believe that he is cheating on her. 
• It was love at first sight with Marc, but it truly took root from the day they spoke, and he acted kindly towards her. 
• She is an extremely skilled assassin and is revered and feared among her peers outside the Guild. 
• She had to kill her father figure to leave the Guild, and it traumatised her.
• She speaks French, Arabic, Chinese and Japanese, Spanish and Italian, German, and Lingala.
• Nix does not think that she deserves to be loved due to her past traumas and the huge betrayal from her lover, Anton. It will take a lot of work from Debbie to actually let her accept that she is loved. 
• She was turned on by Marc before they officially met. She fell in love with him very fast as well.
• Nix had to bounce from one place to another due to leaving the Guild. She recently settled in Detroit, but is prepared to leave if she has no other choice. 
• Nix whispers a lot in Marc's ear, whether it's loving words or erotic moans.
• When embarrassed, she blushes very hard and hides her face with her hands or her hair.
• She has to deal with her dark urges and fights every day with her violent nature. 
• She calls Marc "Sir", "Hot Neighbour",  and he calls her "Ma'am."
• She is a very stubborn woman. She is determined to help others even when they don't want to. 
• She was betrayed by her first love, Anton  "Phaser" Millevicz, and has not given Love another chance.
• She is more of a gasper, whisperer, and soft moaner rather than a screamer, but Marc will change it for her. 
• Red is her favourite colour, but she looks great in blue.
• She has kept a lot of her assassin habits, such as securing her place, studying exit points, and coming prepared for a fight. 
• She has a light pain addiction, and would always throw herself into fights to blow some steam off and punish herself for the crimes she committed. 
• She smokes, but only when she is under stress. 
• She has tried to kill herself several times since she left the Guild. The last attempt had her decide to turn on a new leaf and help people to truly atone for her sins.
• Phoenix is a beautiful woman; her beauty has something very unique that makes her unforgettable. She is aware of this and downplays her beauty to appear as plain as possible.  
• When she's happy or when she's having sex, Phoenix can become loud. It is a sign that she is losing control of herself.  For example, her first true laughter was with Debbie and their students. They were all playing a game of Tag, and she tripped and fell ridiculously. She laughed uncontrollably, and it made everyone else join her in the fun. 
• She is a rabid reader of romance novels, especially the cheesy and erotic ones.
• She is a decent cook and can whip up exquisite meals if given enough time to prep.
• Nix is a switch. She likes to take charge and make her lover melt against her, but she likes to give in to them as well and let them take charge. 

Phoenix tv tropes

Most Recent History:

After a very busy night, Phoenix officially meets with her hot neighbour in the elevator.

TROPES ASSOCIATED WITH Phoenix Rivers.

• The Determinator: She isn’t the type to give up on wanting something. When she sets herself a goal, she will never give up. She displays this determined behavior concerning her friend and lover, and she will do everything to keep them safe, even if she puts her life in danger.

• The Dreaded: Phoenix is a world-class assassin. She is extremely skilled and efficient, to the point that other professionals both respect and fear her.

• Action Girl: Comes with being a former world-class assassin.

• Action Girlfriend: She is a world-class assassin who will stop at nothing to protect her cop boyfriend.

• Affectionate Nickname: Nix, Ma'am.

• Affirmative Action Girl: Well, she is an African woman.

• All Girls Want Bad Boys: Inverted. Marc is not a bad boy, but he has a dark side to him that attracts Phoenix.

• All-Loving Hero: Subverted! She was an assassin and indiscriminately killed people. She wants to do better and protect people. 

• Author Appeal: With the cleavages and ass porn

• Anti-Hero:  Phoenix is struggling with her dark urges. She usually would kill or use violence to deal with her issues, but is trying to be a better person.  

• Battle couple: With Marc Flynn.

• Berserk Button: Don't EVER threaten/hurt children, her best friend Debbie, or her beloved Marc Flynn.

• Break the Cutie: Ultimately, her backstory is this. She was abducted as an infant by the Guild. They killed her family and raised her to be an assassin. She was then betrayed by her first love, fellow assassin Anton "Cypher" Millevicz,  who sold her plan to the  Guild. They punished her harshly for her attempt to leave. To leave, they forced her to kill her handler. 

• Boobs of Steel: She is known for her really large breasts.

• Broken Bird: see Break the cutie.

• Character Tics: Phoenix tends to hide behind her hair when she is blushing or embarrassed. She would also cover her face with both hands.

• Child Soldier: Phoenix was raised as an assassin growing up.

• Color-Coded Eyes: Her lapis lazuli eyes. courtesy of the treatment her mother took while pregnant.

• Dark and Troubled Past: See Broken Bird.

• Dark-Skinned Blonde: She is a black woman with vibrant, honey-haired hair.

• Deadpan Snarker: Phoenix isn’t above snapping. She pulls no punches either.

• Dating Catwoman: In her case, it’s dating Marc Flynn, a cop.

• Despair Event Horizon: The night she learned that Phaser died, only to learn that he had sold her out to the Guild. Her heart was so broken by the betrayal that she thought she could not trust anyone or be loved by anyone. It broke her trust in others and trust in herself.

• Don't You Dare Pity Me!: Has moments of incredible defensiveness and self-loathing, and if you try to show her sympathy, she tends to lash out. 

• Family of Choice: She considers Debbie to be like her sister.

• Fatal Flaw: She has a tendency to risk her life if she thinks it can atone for her sins.

• Goal in Life: To be able to live a life without the Guild, and, later on, to live quietly with her family and her soul mate. She wants a quiet and boring life. She wants to atone for her sins and forgive herself.

• Good Is Not Soft: Her pride sometimes makes her prone to a quick temper tantrum that usually ends up with verbal jousts with her partners/friends/family.

• Guy Magnet: Hinted at. She attracts a fair share of men and women. She does her best to downplay her attractiveness. 

• I Am a Monster: She is a former assassin who indiscriminately killed her targets. She is haunted by it.

• Love Hurts: She is capable of doing anything to protect those she loves. She was betrayed by her first love and is still deeply hurt by it.

• Love Hurts: She is dating an enemy of her old profession, and to add some more stress to it, he is a very good cop. Loving him is definitely taking a huge risk that he ends up finding the truth. 

• Lust Object: Many men and women had lusted after her, and she took advantage of it during her missions.  

• Memetic Sex Goddess: In-Universe — and out of Universe!! People just can't help falling for her.

• Ms. Fanservice: She dresses very plainly to downplay her beauty, but she definitely wears gorgeous lingerie.

• Morality Pet: Marc (sic) serves as her Morality Pet. He truly helps her retain some sanity and break her self-destructive behavior when she starts to take that road. 

• Most Common Superpower: Phoenix Rivers was never exactly under-endowed.

• Not Quite the Right Thing: She makes many of these types of decisions —She trusted a fellow assassin who betrayed her. She also fell in love with a cop. 

• Not so Above It All: Despite all she's been through, Phoenix doesn't want to die and seeks companionship.

• Official Couple: With Marc Flynn

• Sassy Black Woman: More subtle than most, but she's extremely imperious and willful and has been known to make more than a few sharp remarks, at friends and foes alike.

• Secret Public Identity: She hides her past and skills as an assassin from the people of Detroit. 

• Second Love: Marc Flynn

• Sympathetic Murder Backstory: Her backstory has her family killed by the Guild.

• Tragic Dream: Phoenix is desperate to turn on a new leaf and atone for her past sins. She can't kill herself despite the many attempts she has made. 

• Trauma Conga Line: Oh dear. Phoenix has endured so much pain, loss, and tragedy in her life. See Broken Bird.

• Will Not Tell a Lie: Averted. She has to lie by not mentioning her past as an assassin. No one must know about it. So she is willing to be hurt if that could protect her past.

• World's Most Beautiful Woman: Her beauty is certainly uncanny, and she is recognized as an otherworldly beauty. So much so, she is downplaying her good looks by dressing plainly and not wearing makeup. Needless to say that it works with various degrees. 

Nixus: Controlled heat - smut-

Today was a very hot summer day, the type to make you want to dip into a pool and stay there until it's time to go to bed.  Phoenix, wearing nothing but her little red nightgown, was lying on her bed. Her hands were mindlessly roaming over her frame as she recalled the afternoon.  Earlier today, the young woman went to her large window, which opened onto the inner courtyard of the building.  Children usually went there to play together, as there were two basketball hoops. It was always pleasant to watch them laugh and yell and play sports, because the whole building became lively and warm. That afternoon, however, her neighbour came down to play with the children and thus took away all of her focus. 

As soon as she saw him, that tall, muscular guy with a tank top and grey sweatpants, she felt her legs give up on her. Her pink little tongue darted out and licked her bottom lip, and Phoenix sat in a high chair by the window to better observe the basketball match. Flynn seemed to have fun with the children, and Phoenix stared at him the whole time. She studied his face, his strong arms, his large hands. She listened to his laughs and his groans, and that allowed her mind to wander into erotic territories. The teacher did not know what gave her the strength to stay until her hot neighbour left the garden, but she was glad she did it. 

"Flynn....You looked hot today. I did not know you could look so good in sweatpants...MMhhhh...."

Her eyes were staring at the ceiling, and her teeth sank a little bit into the plump flesh of her bottom lip. During the match, as she was by the window, Phoenix had to be careful not to let her hands wander, lest she wanted to be seen by the other neighbours, but in the privacy of her room, it was another story. The woman could explore her body to her heart's content.  Phoenix could feel it, the dampness between her legs. She had soaked the fabric of her underwear and dripped down her legs.  That made her wonder. When was the last time she was turned on like this? For a long time, sex was nothing but a formality. It was part of her training and a tool to use to subdue her targets. Then she discovered self-pleasuring. Her hands explored her body, elicited reactions she never had before and soon enough, Nix knew her body by heart. She knew how to make herself feel good, how to cream on her fingers, how to writhe and blush and groan and how to make her missions feel more pleasant for her. Then she discovered love. Anton was the only man who genuinely taught her how pleasurable sex could be when you did it with someone you loved. She discovered how her body reacted to a wanted touch, how her own mind acted when she was not playing a role. With Anton, she rediscovered herself and how she felt when she was turned on by someone else. 

"Oohhh, Flynn.... If only you could come here, uf... right now... I need you." -She moaned softly, her fingers now moving with intent towards her wet little slit. -

With Marc, Phoenix realised that she could desire another man. He had always been attractive to her, from the moment she first laid eyes on him. However, what made her lose her mind over that cop was his kindness. As soon as she saw him treat his neighbours with kindness, regardless of who they were, he started to haunt her sleepless nights and erotic thirsts. He was a bona fide good guy, and she felt most attracted to that. Of course, he was handsome, and she memorised his features to best represent them in her fantasies. Fantasies of him in uniform coming home from work. He would open her door and find her on the bed, splayed and exposed to him like the dirty little girl she was. He would have a sharp look, studying her curvy frame half-covered by the nightgown, allowing his blue eyes to travel from her face to her satin-covered breasts and hard nipples poking through it. He would then let his eyes wander between her legs. And oh, the view would be everything. He would find her engorged clit, hard and standing out proudly to attention. He would find her puffy lips, wet from her juices, sensitive to her touch, and begging for his. 

"Flynn... See how wet you make me? See how needy I am?" -She panted out - "I've never been this wet for anyone before, but you... fucking you... Now you need to come over and fuck me! please.... Please..Please!" -She groaned before she thrust her hips upwards and pressed two fingers into her hungry little hole-

The heat that choked the building made her sweat already -Thanks to the AC not working properly- and only increased her own inner heat and need for her neighbour. In her fantasy, still in uniform, his cock had replaced her fingers, and he was holding onto her hips, guiding her towards his cock so she would not slip out of his hold. She imagined his hands calloused because of his job, calloused but still pleasant to the touch. She imagined his cock just the right size for her, comfortably large and long. A cock she would want to take over and over again. A cock that could make her cum just like that, because it would brush all the sensitive spots inside her, because the friction would be delicious between them, because he is perfect for her.... Perfect as is.  And the words he would say to her? Decadent, soul-melting and addictive. He would call her a good girl, praise her wet and tight pussy for taking him so well, and oh, would marvel at how hot she felt around him.  He would tell her that she needed to be punished for being so naughty and touching herself when he wasn't there, and he would squeeze her breast while she would squeeze the other. Maybe he would even put his fingers in her mouth for her to suck like it was his cock. Maybe he would pull on her hair and spank her thigh... She wanted it, she wanted it all...

"Aaahh..... Officer... right there.." 

Her voice was a whisper as Nix wasn't a screamer. She usually only groaned and grunted, and only learned that she liked to speak a bit too, when she was with Anton. She wouldn't speak all the time, but she liked to urge him on, praise him, and tease him at times. So why wouldn't she do the same with her hot cop? She wanted to, and in real life, words escaped her lips without her control. It just felt natural for Phoenix to speak to him, to voice her desire for him, and she knew that the walls of her room would protect curious ears from listening. Her muffled moans escaped her throat, and she grabbed her right leg from under its knee. She lifted it to give her better access to her cunt and went faster. The familiar wet sound of her folds being pounded by her filled her ears, and with it, again, her fantasy followed up.  This time, her hot cop had flipped her over, so she was lying on her front.  Being lazy due to the heat, Nix did not change her position, but her mind did the trick, and she was flat on her front. He would squeeze her bubbly ass, smack it and comment on how bubbly and fat it was, on how it was rippling against his pelvis, how much of a tease she was when she wore jeans or shorts, because all he could see was that ass. 

"Pull my hair, please... own me.. fucking own me, Flynn! I want to be yours! so bad!" She groaned, eyes closed, and brows furrowed as she was focused on her fantasy. 

She wanted to belong to him, not in a way that she was a property he could own, but more of a genuine connection between the two. She wanted to give in to him mentally, physically and in a way that her soul was yearning for. She wanted to trust him completely and to put her life in his hands. She wanted his kindness and softness on her, perhaps as a way to heal her broken heart or maybe as a way to taste what normalcy and genuine love could be. Either way, at this moment, Flynn became the embodiment of her deepest desires. She was well aware that the real hot cop might be very different from the fantasy she had of him, but it did not bother her. After all, these were just her naughty thoughts, not an imperative and definitely not a blueprint. It simply allowed her to know more about herself and what she wanted. It allowed her to see that she was healing and truly living for herself because she found what she wanted in life. Right now, it did not matter as she curled her fingers and hit a sensitive spot, THE spot. 

"Aaaahh! Flynn!  Yes! Yes! MMmhhhh fucking tell me I'm your good girl! fucking tell me aaahhhh!" 

She shot her eyes open after hitting a very sensitive spot and feeling a wave of pleasure crash down on her. It made her toes curl, and she had to bite her bottom lip harder to stop a scream from escaping her lips. She shook a little bit and removed her fingers from her cunt as she felt an unfamiliar sensation. Was she going to pee? At that moment, Phoenix did not know she could squirt, nor did she imagine being able to feel like this again. She chalked it up to the current heat that made her sweat and feel a bit dizzy, when in reality it was just the power of the fantasy and the position that allowed her to finger herself harder than usual. The former assassin curled up and then rolled on her front. She lay on her cheek, forced her legs to move so she would be on her knees and spread her legs so she could have access to her puffy and wet little cunt. She rubbed her clit, pressing her palm against her sensitive skin. 

In her fantasy, Flynn had grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled it towards him.  She loved to think of his large hands holding onto her waist, smacking her ass and pulling on her hair. She did not mind a little bit of pain, even less when it felt good like that. She liked the idea of her hot cop pounding into her like she wasn't some delicate flower. Now was not the time. She did not want to make love; she wanted to be fucked, and her grunts and whispers of encouragement were a testament to that. She had dreams where he was slow and gentle. Dreams where they would gently kiss and savour each thrust he would give her. Dreams where she would slowly ride him, not just to bring both of them to completion but to look at him, to become one during that moment. She had those dreams, dreams of being his and making love to him like she would someone she was in love with. Dreams of being treated kindly and softly, but that evening, she did not want it. She wanted it rough. She wanted to match her appetite for something stronger, primal even... She wanted to lose her fucking mind to him, so she slipped her fingers back into her tight cunt. 

" I want to cum on your cock... Flynn... Fuck... Flynn... Pound my pussy... aahh.. Pound it... Shit!" 

This time, another wave of pleasure, more familiar, more controlled. She knew she was going to cum and did not stop. He turned her on so much this afternoon that the only thing on the teacher's mind was to be fucked by him.  She realised that she wanted to see his face, and the best position to do that was to ride him. So she lazily pulled her body back up so she could sit on her heels. Her legs were still spread open, giving her access to her sensitive pussy. She kept her balance on her hand, lay on the bed, while the other quickly found its way into her little hole.  There she simply fingered herself as hard as she could, as fast as she could, until she reached her climax in a muffled scream. She bit her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. She got her fingers wet, and her pussy was throbbing.  Her body was shaking, and she was blushing, but Nix was happy because she saw her hot cop's face. She saw him smile at her with an intense gaze, as if he was looking at the most beautiful woman in the world. That sent her over the edge, a gaze so full of love and pride that it disarmed her and she came undone.  

The hardest part came quickly after that. Usually, she liked to give her affection to her lovers. She would touch them, kiss them, cuddle them, but alone in her room, that urge had to die. She wiped her face from the sweat and the tears she cried because of the overwhelming pleasure. Nix then relaxed and let her body fall on its side on the mattress. Her breathing slowly evened out, and she rolled a little to reach the fan to turn it on. It was another night spent dreaming about the neighbour and hoping that someday, even if it was just for the night, she would be able to fuck him out of her system. Maybe these were just going to be dreams... Maybe. 

Nixus: Freaking out

Phoenix hid in her classroom. She needed a quiet place to gather her thoughts. Today seemed to be harder than expected, a test of her resolve.  Who did she think she was? A former killer pretending to be a good citizen! A former killer, eager to be loved and to love freely.  Someone who had to fight her dark urges every single day.  Phoenix wanted to be the person who chose to do good. She wanted to be the person others would turn to for comfort and help. She wanted to save lives, and she had no idea of how to do that if it did not involve the skills she learned as an assassin. A day like today almost made her feel ridiculous in her attempt to become a better person. 

First, it was that sweet student of hers who was attacked by older teenagers on his way to school. Every day, when he walked past her classroom doors, she noticed his bruised and battered body. He always passed it off as clumsiness, but she was well aware of the nature of his bruises and wounds.  Today, she decided to confront his bullies with words rather than her fists. It went just as she expected, badly. They mocked her and taunted her, and it took all of her willpower not to make them eat concrete. Instead, she gave them a lecture and a warning. She told them that the next time she found a bruise on one of her students, she would replicate it on their bodies. They laughed it off and called her a liar. One of the teens tried to swing at her, but she blocked him so effortlessly that it made him reconsider continuing his assault. The warning worked for the time being, but Phoenix knew that they would get back to bullying that poor boy in no time. This time, she chose peace over violence, but the teacher wasn't so sure about being able to do it again if they pushed their luck.

Then came the second test of the day, a deeper cut, a more personal issue. A simple question asked by a gentle student who went through her first little heartbreak. "Did someone ever break your heart, Miss Phoenix?" It was enough to bring back the memories of the betrayal. She had loved someone a long time ago. In her young mind, only /he/ could actually love her. They were of similar age and went through the same ordeal. Only /he/ could understand her, wasn't it true? Wasn't it true that he faked his death and escaped Hell without her? Wasn't it true that he sold her to the Guild and left her to endure severe punishment? In the end, he simply chose himself rather than love. She noticed her body shaking and decided that it was best to isolate herself rather than subject her student to a meltdown.  As soon as she closed the door of her classroom behind her, Phoenix rushed to her desk. She sat on her chair and put both hands on her face. Her heart was beating fast... way too fast for her liking. Her upper body was shaking, and her hands couldn't stay steady. Her lips were trembling, and tears rolled down her cheeks in an uninterrupted flow. 

The honey-haired beauty still remembered the intense pain she felt when she heard news of her lover's "passing". She still remembered grief washing over her frame, turning her bones cold and her heart into broken glass. She still remembered the scream she let out when she heard the news and how hard it was to breathe. She still remembered the rage that flooded her heart upon hearing the truth from her handlers. Anton did not die; he simply left the Guild after selling her out. She remembered the hatred that put her heart back together and renewed her desire to escape the Guild. And all these emotions came crashing down again. The stress caused by her memories made her cry in that classroom. Her solitude only became heavier in the confines of her classroom. Her mind was wrecked, and she could not think straight. If she could, Phoenix would have told herself that she was not alone, not anymore.  

Marc was there. Marc was there, with his warm and strong arms. Marc was there, with his soothing voice and his intense blue eyes. Marc was there... And if he were in the room with her, he would have helped her center herself. He would have talked to her in a soft voice. He would have stroked her hair, her shoulders, planted kisses on the top of her head, and she would have felt safe. She would have felt... Safe. Right now, her mind was shrouded in panic. She could not think straight because if she did, she would remember that her old life was behind her. She would remember that her heart was at peace when she was in his arms. She would remember that her body had stopped fighting. She would remember that she was loved. Loved.... and safe. 

Phoenix (Dragon) -Plagued by Dreams

Dreams of burning this whole world into ashes plagued the princess' nights. She yearned to breathe fire and was desperate for the freedom to assume her dragon form again.  The situation was dire and she knew that it would be ill-advised to reveal her dragon form (and the dragon blood in her veins) when everything and everyone wanted to either bind Dragons to their will or erase them from existence. So she had to wait. She had to yearn. She had to endure.

aesthetic of the new girls

Lucretia Marin: "The Last Unicorn."

"She might have been the last of her kind, 

she would always find a way to carry the pride of her people."

Phoenix Rivers: "The dragon Queen who was determined to reclaim her throne."

"The fate of the world relied on her shoulders. The queen had to reclaim her heart. The queen had to reclaim her throne. She had to save the world."

Judith le Fay: "The child of Fate."

"Judith knew there was a heavy weight on her shoulders. She could either save the world or bring it down to his knees."

Gabriel Starmaker: "The messenger of God."

"She disappeared from the Silver-city because she had to find her father."

Vanya Beryl Quimaris: "The elf warrior thirsty for revenge."

"She would never rest until those who wronged her were all dead."

Leona Farrow: "A deceived woman whose leadership was stolen."

"For so many years the truth had been hidden from her. 

For so many years, she had been denied her revenge.

But not anymore."

Lux Adora:a history of bloody revenge

Abigail Newton